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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

💌.

Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

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The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Do Over

Follow on from this.

Gio x female reader

Fluff. A *bit* of smut.

It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and bright. The stars spiralled out upwards, shimmered off the water.

The mouthwatering fragrances from the kitchen were occasionally replaced with the scent of the ocean on the warm breeze. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore was steady, soothing. Well, it was when he first sat down. Half an hour later, he was still waiting for you. The reassuring pattern of the ocean wasn't helping his nerves, neither was the second glass of wine he was working his way through. He tried to be reasonable about it, something may have come up. The nature of your work was highly sensitive. You may not be able to call him for security reasons.

Or because you spend your time with tough, confident, self reliant men you rethought your decision to go on a date with the geek that you had to protect. No, he thought you better than that. You haven't treated him any different when you had to protect him. You seemed charmed by the things he had told you about himself when you had returned to your base after the mission.

"Scooby Doo is my favourite." He had added after confessing to enjoying watching childhood cartoons now and then.

"Mine too! I love Be Cool. I wasn't going to watch it at first..."

"It was the art style, yes?"

"Yes!"

"It took a moment for me to get used to it but I loved the humour."

"I'm afraid of widths." He chuckled at your quote.

"Yes! Fred and Daphne are both delightfully absurd in this version. I worried you might think me childish."

"I still adore Jurassic Park. It still gives me the same thrill it did when I saw it the first time. The special effects were..are amazing."

"The T-Rex is magnificent. Much better than some more modern CGI."

"Exactly! True be told Sarah Harding was a huge inspiration to me. I wanted to explore the world like she did. To be respected in my field. Tough, confident."

"I'd say you succeed." His sweetness floored you. He made you feel safe in a way that no had before, like he truly cared for you. A call for you over the PA ended the moment.

When he'd caught up with you later he asked you out. Since then you called and text, getting to know each other. You seemed excited about the date. He began to worry that something bad must had happened to you. Picking up his cell he moved somewhere quieter. As he did he noticed his cell service pick up. The voicemail icon lit up. He listened to it immediately. "Gio, am so sorry. I had to go deal with something. Sorry, I can't tell you any details. I know it sounds like a brush off but it's honestly not. I really wanted to see you tonight. I...shit... I gotta go. Call you when I can." Relieved that you were safe he paid his bill and headed home.

A call woke him at 6am the next morning. "Hi, I hope I didn't wake you."

The sound of his voice, even deeper than usual, told you that you had. "It's fine. Am happy to hear your voice."

"Me too. Am so sorry I couldn't make our date."

"I understand. Maybe we could go out tonight?"

"That would pretty hard, am in Hawaii."

"Oh."

"And quarantine. Purely precautionary but we might have come into contact with something."

"Are you okay?"

"Better now that I know you know I didn't stand you up."

"I didn't think that. Well, maybe for a minute."

"You think I'd do that?"

"No! I mean...I thought you might have second thoughts."

"None. I'll take a do over as soon as I can."

Gio's alarm clock buzzed. "I have get ready for an appointment before work but I will be in touch soon."

Christian Bale's Batman kept you company for the rest of the day. Around 7pm your phone pinged with an email notification. Opening it up you saw it was from Gio. It was Zoom link and a PDF labelled 'background'. The message underneath read "I believe you called it a 'do over'. Gio xx". The meeting started in half an hour.

Considering you had shared a tent and he had seen you in the morning, bleary eyed, wild haired, with morning breath, you still wanted to scrub up well for your 'meeting'. Grabbing a quick shower, you threw on a clean vest top and leggings, fixed your hair, added some concealer and lip balm which was the most make up you generally packed. Opening the PDF to get it ready you realised it was the view from the restaurant you were supposed to meet at. The stars reflected off the ocean, just like he told you about when he picked it. You wondered if he had downloaded it or taken it for you. The window popped up to start the meeting. A moment later, Gio's handsome face appeared on the screen lit by soft candle light. He was in front of the same back drop.

"Hi." He gave you a smile that melted you.

"Hi." It came out all dreamy and you chastised yourself. Acting like a love sick teenager. Get it together.

"I hoped we could go on our date. I hope you don't think it silly..." A knock at your door interrupted before you could reassure him. As you looked at your door quizzically he added "I hope you don't mind."

Following protocol you waited until the server had left the hallway before opening the door to pull the cart into your room. On it was a vase with a single rose, a flame less candle and three silver cloches. Placing the cart by the small table in your room, you fetched your laptop.

"You arranged all this?!"

"Like I said I hoped we could have our date. I had them make your favourites." Sure enough your favourite starter, main and dessert, were revealed when you lifted each cloche.

"They wouldn't let you have a real candle but the rose is real." You inhaled it's scent before placing it on the table. "Let me see, is that everything?" Tilting the screen you showed him the cart. "There should be more."

Looking underneath you found a brown paper bag. "This?" You held it for him.

"Possibly. What is inside?"

Dipping your hand in you found something flat and covered in plastic. "A car air freshener?"

"The best I could do for the scent of the ocean." Next you pulled out a handheld fan, one that mists you with water when you squeeze it. "For the sea breeze."

The last thing you pulled out was a brown box. Opening it you found a black dome inside. "Switch it on." Gio prompted. Turning it over you found a switch on the bottom. Sliding it to 'on' it lit up a strange pattern against your hand and the table top. "Turn it over." As you did, you realised what it was. "I promised to tell you about the stars."

Tears pricked your eyes, your chest felt heavy with emotion. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful for you. You were speechless.

"Is this okay?" Gio asked concerned.

"Yes! Yes. I just..it's beautiful. No one has ever done anything so thoughtful for me. It's a little overwhelming."

"I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I assumed that someone like you, would be used to being treated like this."

"You keep saying that, 'someone like me'. Why do think I'd be used to it?"

"People treating you like the jewel that you are. I watched you with everyone at the camp. You treated everyone with kindness. Even those like me that were useless and scared.."

"You were so incredibly far from useless and we were all scared."

"Still, you didn't judge. You knew exactly what to say to comfort me. You are strong, confident, smart..."

"Am no scientist."

"Your plan kept me alive. Plus you have to be smart to truly appreciate the brilliance of Scooby Doo."

You both smiled, eyes meeting. If you were actually together you would have kissed. Instead Gio cleared his throat. "Shall we?"

Dinner was delicious. It took a while to get through because you chatted so much. Gio was so easy to talk to. Friendships formed under fire were usually intense and strong but this was something different, it was as it you had know each other fpr years. You found yourself opening up about everything. In return, he told you all about his life. He was born in Spain, though they travel Europe when he was young. His mother and grandmother raised him. They were both scientists as well, his father, yet another scientist, had passed away when he was very young. His uncle was in the military, he insisted in being in his life as he 'needed someone to show him how to be a man'. This entailed him showing up to bully him about not being 'manly' enough because he loved to read and study nature, instead of playing sports. His uncle hated that he did a lot of the cooking for him and his mother. She would often get so caught up in her research that she would forget to start dinner. Gio enjoyed it so he would just cook for them. Cleaning up helped him clear his mind enough to think about his own scientific theories. It was while organising his mother's desk that he came upon a solution to a problem she had been having in her research. His childhood had be fairly nomadic up until that point but his mother decided instead of leaving him with his grandmother for her longer research trips, he would be her research assistant. They travelled the world, chasing her research, making strides in her field until it was time for him to go to college. He settled in Italy. Studied art as well as science. He indulge in his love for astrometry. Finally, he followed his mother into biology. He'd been married once for a short time, 'a long time ago' and they 'just weren't meant to be'. He didn't seem all that sad about it but you didn't want to push. It was his first love that intrigued you.

"So you had no idea!" your jaw was on the floor.

"Not until he was 10 years old."

"Why then, how did you find out?!"

"He was sick, he needed bone marrow."

"Oh, am so sorry."

"Thank you but he's was fine."

"So how did she tell you? Why didn't she tell you before? Am sorry. Am asking too many questions, aren't I?"

"It's fine. Most people do. She didn't tell me she was pregnant because we were so young, I was leaving for college, she didn't want to stand in my way. After I left she met a man that would be the love of her life, Aldo. He's a good husband and a great father to Enzo. I am sorry I missed out on part of his life but I am happy he had someone to love him in my place. I respected that he already had a father and just tried to be in his life when he wanted me to be."

"So that's why you're moving to New York?" The prospect of him moving to he same city as you had excited you more than it should have.

"Yes. I want to be there for him. Help with the baby."

"Baby?"

He laughed nervously, his cheeks tinged pink. "Yes. Enzo and his wife, Sarah, had a baby boy last month."

"So you're a grandfather?!!" He nodded at that absently scratching at the greys in his beard. He seemed unsure for a moment before you asked "A boy or a girl? Or are raising them gender neutral?".

His face lit up. "Boy. Luca. I was lucky enough to get to met him before we went on the mission. One second.." he pulled out his cell phone. Held it up to the screen so show you an adorable little baby with a full head of curly hair. Much like his grandfather's. He swiped to another picture of him holding Luca. His eyes were puffy, he had clearly been crying, his smile was a mile wide, beaming with pride. Next to him was a man who looked a little like a younger version of him. He was clean shaved, hair groomed to the side, he looked young than his age, much like his father, you assumed.

"I take it that's Enzo?"

"Yes."

"He looks like you."

"No! He is much more handsome."

"I'd definitely disagree."

"You are just being kind to an old man."

"You're not old and I've found men much, much older than you attractive."

"Really, who?"

"Pierce Brosnan is 68."

"Is is also James Bond. Am not usually attracted to men but if James Bond propositioned me, I would have to rethink."

"Ernie Hudson."

"He's a Ghostbuster!"

"The only other name that springs to mind is Keanu Reeves but if you going to rule people out because they're cool."

"I would definitely rule him out."

"Fair." A wicked idea crossed your mind. "Since we have just, technically, been on a date. I could just show you how attractive I think you are."

The adorable blush returned his cheeks. It didn't make him look quite as sweet as before, not with the hungry look in his gaze. "You mean phone...er... laptop sex?"

"Uh-huh." You smiled at him before biting your lip.

His hands raked through his hair as if he suddenly didn't know what to do with them. "I am not brave enough for that."

"You just risked being killed by a Cliff Beast!"

"If they killed me. I would have died quickly, dying of embarrassment is much slower."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about by I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You haven't." He adjusted himself in his pants. "Well, maybe a little. You don't know what you do to me."

"I think I have a fair idea." The memory of him, hard and thick, pressed against you served to work you up further.

"I looked forward to the time I finally get to touch you. I will make it special. I promise."

"It will be. I'll be with you." His face almost matched the jacket he looked so hot in on the mission. "You're sweet, smart, funny, sensitive, sexy, brave. You're special enough."

"I...thank you. You are too. To me. Special that is. Um.." he laughed nervously. He was so incredibly sweet and complex so brave and sure in some aspects and a vulnerable nervous wreck in others.

"It's getting pretty late there. I should let you go. Am stuck in here for another three days so call me whenever."

"I will."

"Thank you, for tonight. It was the best first date I've ever had."

"You are very welcome. It was the best for me too."

"Goodnight."

Shutting the laptop down you got ready for bed. Just as you slipped under the covers your phone chimed. The notification read that you had a photo message from Gio. Opening it, you were met with the sight of him laying in bed shirtless. It was taken from chest height, his arm was folded underneath his head casually. Somehow his exposed upper chest and neck made you feel indecent, like the golden skin there was just begging for you to run your tongue along it. His arms had been around you a few times but you didn't appreciate how muscular they were until now. His head was pressed back into the pillow causing his curls to halo around his head. His warm brown eyes were darkened and his perfect pout looked like he'd wet his lips with his tongue. The angle showed of his features perfectly. That nose, that you were obsessed with, you want to feel it traced over your skin as he left kisses in it's wake. Along with the burn of his facial hair that covered his strong jaw. The message underneath read 'You make me feel brave. Amongst other things. I thought you might like a picture and to know that I am thinking about you. Goodnight, Beautiful.'

Somewhere between swooning and deciding if your next date was with your vibrator or your shower head, you sent him a picture. Same pose, take from the same height. Also shirtless, just the safe side of indecent.

He replied '3 days? 2 in quarantine then 1 until your flight home?'

'That's right'

He didn't reply for a while. When he did it was with a screen shot of a booking on a flight to you and the words 'See you in 2 days.'

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otomegema · 3 years

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title: Convergence Theory, ch. 2 pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader summary: You are a lesser family member of the Gojo clan, so far removed you don’t even carry the name, but you carry the Limitless ability and thus the potential to be a bride to the future head of the clan— a fact you patently reject at fifteen. Twelve years later you are a second grade sorcerer struggling to obtain first grade status when the object of your deepest objections offers you a deal. rating: mature tropes: fake dating/engagement, rivals to lovers, slow romance Link: Archive of Our Own

It had been a logical move to allow Gojo to take down your number, entering it into his contacts with an obscene amount of heart and wishing star emojis by the brief glance you caught over his shoulder. It looked like he was already banking on your acceptance of the deal, but when you parted, your to-go sushi in a small plastic bag, you hadn’t expected to hear from him until tomorrow evening at the latest.

Or maybe even never.

But now, back in the hotel you were being comped for while in Tokyo, you wished silently that you’d never given that man your cell phone number.

Honey

Baby

Future-pretend-love-of-my-life

Have you made a decision?

He wasn’t human. It was barely 6am, did he wake up this early for lessons every day? You groaned, nearly swatting the phone off the nightstand in the dark.

You shot back a fast reply.

-oh I’m sorry

-I’m still recovering from getting electrocuted the other day

-Some asshat led a curse to me

You rolled over, managing to get at least another decent half hour of sleep in before the phone chimed again, lighting up the darkened hotel room.

\(★ω★)/

YOUR asshat

Should you choose to accept this mission

You threw off your covers, forcing yourself up to sit against the stack of pillows behind you as you tapped out a reply.

-My pretend asshat

-Mother will be so proud

The dots of his reply began immediately.

So is that a yes?

You sighed, rolling your eyes to yourself.

-Day isn’t over -Hasn’t even started tyvm

The dots began. Stopped. Began and stopped again, this time not reappearing. You tossed your phone onto the bed and teetered up and over to the coffee maker. The pot was finishing brewing by the time your phone chimed again.

You’re so slow.

The addition of punctuation and the sudden lack of emoji seemed almost like a warning flare that Gojo’s patience was waning. But you hardly knew the man and really, what did you care? A favor for a favor was what he offered. You didn’t owe him anything.

I have other options too.

His text continued and for a moment you frowned, wondering if his intention was to have that sound like a threat. You felt heat rising in your throat— he didn’t want to play that game.

So no pressure. Genuinely.

Oh. Good. That was better. You felt the tension uncoil as fast as it had grown.

Tho I AM your only hope for advancement <3

You could have thrown the phone right through the wall. Your thumbs worked rapidly, shooting out your reply in no time.

-Ah yes, your finest quality

A quick appearance of dots.

My special grade ranking? (･ω<)☆

You smirked.

-Humility

You’re no fun.

Text me when you are done being boring.

This was probably the most you had ever spoken to Gojo, despite having seen him on and off from a distance for the better half of your life. He was hard to miss. Every event at the main house would have him and his immediate family at the forefront. No one ever stopped talking about Gojo Satoru and his accomplishments and his strength and his skill as a sorcerer.

It was nauseating, having to pretend to nod and smile like it was all some great blessing just to orbit near him. It was bad enough he read like a sun to your abilities, as if he needed to be made to think he was anymore of the center of the universe.

Your palm itched. The desire to tap back a response now, a firm denial, very strong. But not stronger than your excitement at the possibility of being a first grade sorcerer. It was everything you had wanted. Prestige, recognition, tougher missions and the pay and rewards that came with them.

You were no weakling. Sure the telemetry technique took you out of commission, but it was hardly your greatest feat. You had finally been able to manifest the cursed technique lapse, blue. Granted, it was a one off and exhausted you so fully afterwards that you nearly fainted on the spot… but your tolerance was getting better. The precision of your manipulation of your cursed energy would never be on par with Gojo, but you could, some day, maybe even manage to shoot the technique off twice.

Reversal Red was next to impossible. And Hollow Technique? Truly impossible. The Six Eyes was needed to even attempt it. Most of your practice had been devoted to perfecting your long distance teleportation skills, fine tuning your telemetry technique and working on establishing your domain. That one was easier. The Unlimited Void crushed your opponent beneath an overload of sensory information, information you could easily channel and tap into with your own unique skills as a Limitless user.

But like all things, you were only second best. And barely. It was a joke. Comparing yourself to Gojo. He was on a level you could never achieve— unless.

You grabbed your phone, hastily dialing the new number and wincing at the loud, cheerful greeting from the other line.

“Good morning, moon of my soul, tenderest heart, darling—!“

“I haven’t even said yes yet, you monster.”

“Ah! A name of my very own? Be still my trembling heart!”

“I wish to make an amendment to the agreement.”

There was a lengthy pause. You could practically hear the slow spread of that sly smile. Content as the cat who caught the canary.

He knew he was about to win.

“Let’s hear it.”

“If you are putting my name forward for first grade, that means you have someone else in mind to be the second backer and someone in mind for me to shadow on missions and train with, yeah?

“I do.” Gojo said, his tone surprisingly serious.

“Have them put my name forward instead. I want to shadow you.”

Gojo laughed, a short mirthless thing, “What makes you think I have the time?”

“You have enough time to play pretend, I’d think any fiancé would leap at the chance to be with his lovely wife-to-be and keep her safe.”

Gojo hummed.

“Why me?”

This was an oddly familiar conversation.

“Purely selfish reasons. You are the best Limitless user. I am a Limitless user. I want you to teach me.”

“You aren’t on my level.” He said, no malice in his words, just simple facts.

“Then teach me what I can handle.”

There was another pause.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re my girl.”

The bare utterance of the endearment sent a shiver up your arms and not an entirely pleasant one either. His girl. God, how would you even begin to explain this fake engagement to your parents? Who knew the depth of your jealousy and bitterness over Gojo since you were— what? Five? Younger?

“Since I am just your ‘pretend’ girl, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Your funeral, babe.” Gojo said, “But I’m glad we resolved this early! Because we are having dinner. Reservations are made, I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something pretty!”

Your words caught in your throat, stuttering across your tongue and unable to force out before the line cut off and he was gone.

You pressed the edge of your phone to your temple, already feeling a headache coming on. Something pretty? Shit.

-Something pretty? -Too vague. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear.

A dress! Something for the evening. A Line.

V Neck def

Show off what puberty gave ya (＾〃＾)

Chiffon with ruffle lace

And grey-blue

-Why?

To match my eyes <3

-Where in the world do you expect me to find that specific dress in the next few hours

Downstairs with hotel staff I had it dropped off <3 <3 <3

-That’s creepy

(つω`｡) </3 </3

-Enough with the hearts -How much? I’ll pay you back

It is a gift <3

-How’d you even know my size

A gentleman never reveals his secrets

┐(‘～` )┌

You sighed and set aside your phone to call down to the front desk. Sure enough, a few minutes later someone brought up a large white box, tied with a grey-blue ribbon. You set the package on the small counter in your room’s kitchen and opened the lid, brushing aside soft tissue paper.

The dress was ridiculously soft, made of fine, nearly translucent layers of chiffon. It was a lovely color, the sight making you suddenly think of the feeling in the air before a thunderstorm, the smell of rain. The ribbon matched.

You looked for a price tag and found none, but folded away at the bottom of the box was a hand written receipt. You paled at the figure displayed on it.

-Gojo, I can’t possibly accept this.

Don’t be stupid. No one would believe I was serious about a woman unless I was positively spoiling her rotten. s’not like it broke the bank!

-Forget the first-grade rec

-Pay my bills

Too late! Negotiations are closed :)

-So what the hell am I doing at this dinner?

Eating Duh and being seen with yours truly easy peasy right?

You sipped your coffee, keeping the mug well away from the dress. It was certainly nicer than anything you had ever owned in— well. Ever. It was hard to argue that there were clearly going to be some additional perks to this arrangement you hadn’t previously thought of.

Plus we gotta go over some ground rules

-Thought you said negotiations were closed

-This mean we can revisit my bills?

g2g

Students need me!

Ttyl babe

The ease in which that man showered you so soon with endearments was nauseating. Had he ever even had a girlfriend before? Or just those usual moon-eyed women who fawned and petted him?

And now everyone was gonna think you were one of those girls. You drank your coffee faster, relishing in the way it burned down your throat and overpowered the bad taste in your mouth.

“First-grade… first-grade. Remember the first-grade.”

And training. You’d squeeze every possible benefit from this arrangement out that you could. Sorcerers worked in teams, but at the end of the day, it was every man and woman for themselves.

Let them think what they want when you were seen tonight. You would come out on top.

***

The day passed quickly and you found yourself standing in front of the hotel mirror, twisting back and forth to get a feel for the movement of the dress— and half practicing staying upright in the heels that had arrived not even a moment later.

They were high enough to be appealing, but low enough to keep you from falling over on your face. Gojo had texted an explanation that he figured you were out of practice in wearing anything other than sneakers and combat boots and to consider them training wheels.

You’d wanted, once again, to punch him in the face.

The kind of girl he liked was a stilettos kinda girl, you guessed, huffing to yourself as you sat down and twirled one of your ankles, stretching the muscle. Even the low heels were not entirely comfortable, but you’d manage.

Checking your makeup one last time, you picked up your own worn purse and slung it over your shoulder. Women who wore these kind of dresses and came in on the arm’s of other men and women like Gojo never had anything more than the smallest clutch— but you weren’t those women.

You made your way down to the lobby and were surprised to find a chauffeur waiting outside with a very very sleek European car of some kind. You weren’t great about those kinds of things, only noting the seats were made with soft black leather and there was even a divider built in like in a limo to give the passengers privacy.

The chauffeur ushered you into the empty car and you sat back with a sigh as silently he delivered you to the next destination. You had, in some small place, hoped Gojo would already be present.

Why he felt the need for such spectacle was beyond you, but maybe this was what was expected of a clan family son when he courted a young woman. It felt— weird. Nice, but weird. The drive was not overly long, the car coming to stop.

You knew this restaurant. Some fancy French-Japanese fusion place that charged a hundred dollars for a single plate with a broiled pear covered in wasabi or some weird shit. Already you felt your stomach churning with anxiety and encroaching regret.

This was gonna suck.

This was gonna suck so bad.

The chauffeur opened the door and you barely managed not to wobble on the pavement. Feeling stilted and exposed as other guests and couples regarded you with open curiosity and veiled judgment.

Clearly they were used to seeing the same people come and go from this restaurant and you were not one of them.

You clutched your bag tighter to your arm, hand reaching inside instinctively to find your phone and text Gojo you were out. This was over. Find someone else— when your surname was shouted from the door.

All eyes turned as if in sync to Gojo, wearing simple trousers and a white shirt tucked in. He didn’t even have a tie or a jacket, his dark glasses obscuring his eyes even as he looked right at you.

A few people tsked their disapproval, but they may as well have been ghosts for all the attention Gojo paid them. When you didn’t immediately make your way over to him, Gojo shoved his hands into his pockets and strode over to meet you.

He grinned, the lowering of his chin and the slow rise back up an obvious indicator he was sizing you up and didn’t care if you knew.

He whistled.

“Ow, ow!”

“Shut it— you know this dress could cover my rent for half a year?! And these shoes! I could buy a used car with this ensemble.”

“You even drive?”

“Not the point.”

He laughed again, loud and careless.

“Figured since you were dawdling you might need an arm to lean on.” Gojo said, offering your his elbow without removing his hands from his pockets, “Or perhaps…”

He feigned a gasp, “Are you feeling shy?”

“I’m leaving.” you deadpanned, managing half a turn before his hand was on your waist, turning you back. He took your hand, the feeling of his palm on your side still burned into your skin as he hooked your arm in his own.

You allowed it, leaning on him only a little. He looked pleased, smugly so, as he led you inside and to a table that was already set for two.

There was a wine glass sitting by your own plate. The one by Gojo’s was turned upside down and set to the side… a can of soda sitting, bright and out of place, in its spot.

“… where did you even get that.”

“Vending machine.” Gojo said simply and even kicked your chair out a little for you to take a seat. How flattering.

“Wine is for you, if you want it. Figured it might help take the edge off.”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to wait for the server to return and simply tipping the bottle of red into your own glass.

“What about you?”

“I don’t drink.” He said, cracking the tab on his soda with a loud pop. Several eyes filtered your way, whispers behind hands and napkins as Gojo all but drained the can in one gulp.

“So— ground rules?” you said, unfolding a cloth napkin and settling it in a half folded triangle across your lap the way you saw other women doing.

“Straight in, huh? Alright. Terms.” Gojo lifted one finger, “As already discussed, you and I will be ‘courting’— dating. Whatever the fuck. I’ll take care of arranging the dates, you show up, act sufficiently smitten and in about a year give or take, we break up.”

Gojo lifted a second finger, “Two. In exchange, I have two first grade sorcerers who will back your promotion. And, as requested—“ Gojo’s voice dropped a fraction, almost grumpily, “—you’ll come with me on my missions for your first semi-grade probation.”

“Now ground rules. At any point either of us wants out, it’s done. No questions asked. But don’t think that means you get to ditch and just keep that first grade appointment. I’ll make sure you end up right back at a grade two.”

You sipped your wine, giving your mouth something to do than form some very choice words at that moment. Gojo noticed, his smile almost a snarl, but the expression quickly vanished. You had a funny feeling trying to hoodwink or swindle him would end very poorly for anyone.

“And when you develop feelings for me—“

“If.” You amended quickly, but Gojo ignored you.

“—when you develop feelings for me. You have to tell me and again, the engagement is over. You can keep your rank. No harm no foul. I can hardly blame you for falling for me.” Gojo said with a wistful sigh. You were grateful for the arrival of the first course, forcing you both to fall silent for a moment until they departed.

You had no idea what was on the plate. Some kind of salad? It was hardly a mouthful. Gojo didn’t even touch his silverware and feeling less than impressed with the cuisine, you didn’t either.

You drank your wine.

“Barring sickness or injury you are required to appear for every date I set. Including the ones where you have to meet other members of the main family.”

You frowned, but didn’t object.

“Wait— what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Is the engagement off when you develop feelings for me?” You said lightly, trying to play off your smile as wistful.

Gojo scoffed, his reaction almost enough to hurt your feelings… just a little bit.

“Non-issue. I don’t do feelings.”

“God, you sound like a fuck boy.” The words came out before you could stop yourself, the last syllable off your tongue right at the moment the server had returned to reclaim your plates. An eyebrow was raised and you hid your face down with a flustered cough.

By the time you looked back up, you got the joy of seeing Gojo staring at you from over his glasses, a broad and deeply amused grin on his face.

“Not non-issue. If I get the feelings rule you get the feelings rule. End discussion.”

Gojo shrugged, again not touching the newest course which was, to your extreme annoyance, some kind of grilled pear.

“You should slow down.” He warned in a sing song voice as you poured another glass.

“I’m not a baby— okay. So we got terms, we got ground rules. Anything else?”

“You can’t refuse my gifts.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply and he simply smiled and hummed with a shrug.

“It’s for appearances! Oh. Speaking of appearances—“ Gojo sat up, fishing something from his back pocket and sitting it on the table. You stared at the simple black box, fearing a vein might burst in your forehead at any moment.

“What is that.” You stated more than asked.

“Open it.” Gojo said, his voice light and encouraging as he nudged the box closer, “Come on, open it. Open it. You know you wanna, sweetie, light of my life, fire of my lo—“

You snatched the box up if only to stop him from finishing that sentence.

You swallowed hard, the sounds of the room fading out as you flipped open the box and found, sitting upon a small satin pillow— a… key?

You lifted it from the box, noting it even had a little custom keychain made to look like a white cat with a tiny blindfold.

“It’s to my apartment!” Gojo announced with a giddy laugh, clasping his hands together in a way that was entirely un-adult like.

“… I have my own place. Thank you.”

“In Kyoto. This is here, in Tokyo. Where you will need to stay for this all to work, remember?”

“Where will you stay?” You asked dryly, vaguely hoping his answer would be something other than what it was no doubt going to be.

“Very funny. You’ll have your own room—if you want it.”

“Why—“ your voice nearly broke and you had to take a moment to clear it, “Why uh— why wouldn’t I be wanting my own room?”

“Feelings are off limits, naturally. But if you want to take me up again on that offer from back in the day…”

The surge of cursed energy that rippled off of you was so strong Gojo nearly toppled backwards, his laugh gaining a somewhat nervous lift to it if only for just a moment.

“I’ll have my own room. My own locked room.” You bit out, feeling your face flushing hot and hating every second Gojo seemed to be enjoying your utter mortification, “Unless that is a problem.”

“Nope. Not at all. Probably for the best ultimately, I’ve been told I have a bad habit of dickmatizing folks.”

“… I’m sorry, you what.”

“Dickmatizing! Ya know. Like hypnotizing but with—“

“I got it!” You groaned, pressing your face into your hand. When did it get so damn hot in here? You snatched up your wine glass and finished off the contents, feeling even hotter.

“Is that all?”

“Unless anything comes to your mind, then yep.” Gojo finished, ignoring yet another course. You were almost tempted. The dish was some kind of meat, but the sauce drenched over it smelt sharply of something bitter and sour at the same time. You stomach recoiled at the thought and yet rumbled in protest to its growing hunger.

“So what do you think?”

“You’re disgusting?” you said flatly.

“I meant about the deal.”

You glowered openly at him. It was going to take a lot of practice to turn that deprecating expression you felt naturally pull unto your face at his sight into something loving and tender… but for first-grade ranking? For lessons on your Limitless? Fuck. Fuck you’d do it.

You poured the remainder of the bottle into your glass and polished it off in one shot.

“I accept.”

Gojo clapped his hands together, “Excellent! Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Huh?” You barely managed to get the questioning sound out before Gojo was up and out of his chair. You scrambled up, head rushing with the wine and the weirdness of this entire conversation. By the time you managed to catch up with him, he snaked out his arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you flush and warm against his side.

You about threw him across the room, but your attempts at a grapple were thwarted by the sudden thrumming of the familiar Neutral Limitless ability, stalling your moments to such a small speed you felt suddenly frozen.

The impulse to toss him passed and instead you let him escort you outside where the car was still waiting.

“Take us to the place, ya know the one.” Gojo said to the driver and in a surprising show of gallantry, actually held the door open for you to get in first.

“And open the back window. If she throws up, I’d rather it be on the pavement.”

You elbowed him in the chest— accidentally of course.

***

The car drive was a bit longer, taking you away from the glitz and glamor of this side of Tokyo and to what looked arguably as one of the most hole-in-the-wall noodle joints you had ever seen. The street kitchen was small, the counter open outside with a few bar stools. The smells of teriyaki and spices and cooking oils were heavy in the air and made your mouth water.

Gojo perched on one of the stools and you came to sit alongside him, watching as he ripped open a set of chopsticks and rubbed the splinters off.

He ordered quickly—yakisoba and yakitori. Along with several packages of mochi they kept behind the counter in the same kinda plastic bags you’d find at a convenience store.

Gojo had been right— you should have slowed down. The world had a light haze to it… a slight tilting. His hand on your back felt massive and overly warm as he guided you back to sitting straight.

“Eat, ya lush.” He ordered, piling noodles and chicken unto a smaller empty plate for you from his own, “C’mon.”

Gojo popped one of the mochi bags and dumped the sticky sweet confection right on top of your yakisoba. You grimaced, picking the sweet off and trying to wipe some of the sauce from it before you took a generous bite.

The food was greasy and delicious and abundant and cheap and your mouth was in heaven. Even having not used your Limitless since yesterday, every taste still felt heightened. Maybe it was the way your cursed powers tried to compensate from the wine, but everything somehow was more delicious.

You attempted to snag another piece of yakitori from Gojo’s plate, only to have your chopsticks blocked with a clack.

“Ah ah ah— hands off.”

“What’s yours is mine, right?” You chided, only to be dodged again in a movement faster than your eyes could perceive. Did he just use his Limitless to counter you? Feeling emboldened, you activated your own, the faint pulse of the energy so close together giving you the sort of deflecting feeling one experiences when holding two sides of the same magnet near together.

Repelling, shifting. Trying to shove the energy into a way that the two forces would collide rather than deflect.

You were concentrating fully. The minuscule movements invisible to even your eyes, but the feeling was there. A sort of blindsight where you didn’t need the Six Eyes to tell you what was happening— but it would have definitely helped. You flicked a glance up and lost your control, your chopsticks shooting away and nearly cracking one in two.

Gojo chuckled. It was the expression on his face that had distracted you. His eyelids were half dropped, his smile soft as he readied himself to deflect you again. Your energy was no match for his… but it matched. It was made of the same stuff. Controlled the same way. He could see, with the sharp clarity of his Six Eyes, every tiny precise movement you made with your cursed energy. A mirror of his own abilities in miniature.

He was playing with you. And all the sudden you felt as if a small knot in your chest had shaken free, the coil coming undone.

Was there anyone else on this Earth you could do such a thing with?

Feeling strange and suddenly shy, you drew your energy back in and refocused on eating from your own plate, grumbling at your loss.

A second later, Gojo’s chopsticks moved over your plate, dropping another helping of noodles in.

A small concession. A victory in it's own right, even if it had not won the yakitori.

“Sober up, will ya? But don’t eat too fast. I’m not cleaning up vomit, no way, no how.”

“You’re always so vulgar.” you murmured, speaking around a mouthful of noodles and mochi. Gojo turned and stuck his tongue out at you. A confirmation or a reprisal, you couldn’t be sure.

But regardless, it did something to you he had never managed to do before.

It made you laugh.

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samcrobae · 3 years

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Two of Hearts

A/N: don’t know what this is, this idea came to me late last night.

Gif credit to the original creator.

*Flashback*

Your alarm blaring from your phone wakes you up, 6AM. You need to get in the shower and dressed before your shift but can’t help but want to lay in bed some more. Turning over your run your hand absent mindedly over your boyfriend except he’s not there.

You open your eyes to see his side of the bed messy, cold, and empty. He probably had an early start to the day “club shit”.

Once you were showered you wrapped your hair in a towel and begin applying your makeup. You reach for your phone and send EZ a text. “Good morning, missed you this morning. Have a good day ❤️ see You tonight ?” You put your phone down and go about your morning. You made your coffee, got into your car and drove to work. Before you clocked in you checked your phone for a reply from EZ- nothing. No big deal, probably busy with club stuff.

On your lunch break, you pick up your phone and dial EZ’s number, straight to voicemail, “Hey its me, just wanted to check in and see how your day is going. Mine is insane, and i cant wait to go home. Anyway call or text when you can. I love you.”

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8 months later....

You sigh as you are brought back from your thoughts, pushing the shopping cart around into the next aisle, as you remembered the last time you saw your boyfriend before he disappeared without a word. No goodbye, no rhyme or reason, no note, no final I love you. You went to bed together like normal, then the next day he was... gone. You loved him. He loved you- at least-so you thought. Why would he just leave? No one had heard from him in 8 months. Not Angel, Felipe, any of his brothers, hell- you even called Emily Thomas to ask if she had heard from him but no such luck.

You took comfort in the MC, spent most of your days with Angel or Felipe so you wouldn’t be left alone with your thoughts. Were you not enough? Did he stop loving you? What did you do to push him away? These were the things that kept you up at night, that’s when you would drink yourself into oblivion. One night, you drank so much you found yourself walking to the clubhouse, only to stop on the porch and fall to the floor, a puddle of drunk emotions. Angel found you. He carried you into the trailer and stayed with you til the morning.

You took comfort in Angel. You called him when you needed to cry, when you needed him to remind you that you were good to EZ- wherever he was, he was an idiot for just leaving. The club spent 3 months searching for him, hitting dead end after dead end. You took comfort in Angel. On the nights you thought you couldn’t go on, you called him and he would quickly come, wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head to remind you how special you are. How important you were to him.

You took comfort in Angel’s arms. Each time you wanted to fall to the floor, he would pick you back up. Spent his days off with you, brought you to all of the club parties and events. He did groceries with you, had movie nights with you. For your birthday he came over early, using the spare key you had given him and made you pancakes. He brought you flowers and a balloon, along with the entertainment center for your tv you had been eyeing, but knew you would never buy for yourself. He even put it together.

Angel took comfort in you. He held onto hope in finding his baby brother when he saw how much hope you held in your eyes. He let you in to the deepest, darkest depths of him- not because he had no one to talk to, but because he began to trust you with every bone in his body. You cooked for him, patched him up when he got hurt, checked in with him when he was away on runs. When he found out Adelita was pregnant with his baby, then was crushed by the immeasurable amount of pain learning that baby was not his, he took comfort in your arms. He laid his head in your lap and sobbed, while you ran your hands mindlessly through his raven locks. And you let him weep, you sat there for 4 hours while he cried.

And now here you were, on Christmas Eve. You had just left a Christmas party at the clubhouse, small gifts from the guys in tow. Angel was your ride and when he pulled into your driveway, he helped you carry your things inside. You quickly disappeared into the kitchen, digging through your cabinets for 2 wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite red. Your poured your glasses and Angel stood, perched against the doorframe of your kitchen, watching you dance around in your dress for the night. It was simple, but it was you. And it was perfect, and he think he felt nervous, but he wasn’t sure why because for the last 8 months you had taken care of each other, had been there for each other through the darkest times in your lives and never once was he nervous. Never once did his feelings falter, or feel indifferent.

You handed him the glass, “OH! Stay right here I got you something. Be right back.” You set the glass down and ran to your bedroom, appearing with a large black canvas bag in hand.

“Querida, now you know you ain’t gotta get me stuff. I thought we agreed we weren’t going to get presents for each other.” He smiled and outstretched his arm, taking the bag from you.

“I know, I know-“ you said, as you waved him off, “its nothing crazy, but I know its something you could use and I want you to have it.”

He pulled out a black sketch pad, new pencils, and new paint brushes. “Wow Y/N... this is... where did you get this? It’s amazing!”

You picked up your glass and held it out to him, “Merry Christmas Angel. It’s just my way of saying thank you — for everything— shit has been so hard and I don’t know if I would have made it without you.”

He picked up his wine glass and held it to yours, “wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

You should have looked away. Taken a sip of your drink and gone about your night. But the two of you locked eyes, and in that moment, his chocolate eyes burned into you and you found yourself moving closer to him, as he met you the rest of the way. His hands found your waist and your breathing was heavy, the air in the room was so thick, and you were... sweating? You loved EZ , he was going to come back to you. He had to come back to you. But why wasn’t he here? You wouldn’t be in this situation if he was here. Dammit EZ.

Your voice was a croaked whisper, “I.. I don’t think this is a good idea..”

“Yeah, its not.” His voice was thick, lazy, but soft at the same time, his hands coming up to cup your face and he gently planted a kiss to your lips, yours immediately melting into his. The kiss deepened quickly, months of unspoken feelings and tension coming to light and he backed you into the kitchen counter. When you hopped up onto the cold marbled surface, your wine glass was knocked into the kitchen sink, breaking into 3 pieces, but you didn’t seem to notice.

Breaking the kiss, you needed to come up for air, and you rested your forehead against his, your chests heaving. A small smiled graced his lips and his hands came up to caress and squeeze at your thighs.

“I cant tell you I regret that because I don’t...” he whispered as he let out a small chuckle.

“I would be lying if I said I regretted it, but I just... I need time, Angel.” You felt your emotions rise and catch in your throat, and you closed your eyes and kept your head rested on his. “I’m sorry..”

Angel felt his chest tighten, but he understood. He knew your heart lies with EZ. Everyone always picks EZ, why would you want him? He also understood that as much as he wanted to save himself the heartbreak and humiliation, the shame he would be faced with for sleeping with his brothers girl, he knew you needed him to stay.

Almost as if you read each other’s minds, you both spoke at once.

“I can stay if you want”

“Angel, can you stay with me?”

You both laugh nervously, him speaking first “yeah come on, lets go to bed.”

He slept in your bed that night, his hands coming up to explore every curve of your body, and despite you saying you needed time, you would be lying if you said this wasn’t heaven. You were so touch starved and confused. Your emotions were all over the place, but when his hands ventured between your legs, you stopped him.

“Goodnight.” You turned away from him, and closed your eyes.

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Movement in the living room is what woke you, startled you mostly.

You jerked Angel awake, “Angel, ANgel did you hear that? Wake up....”

“What? What’s up mami?”

“Shhh..listen.. “ he jumped to his feet, adrenaline pumping, as he silently crept down the hall in his boxer briefs, tshirt, and gun drawn.

“Angel?”

That voice. You knew that voice. Your heart was in your throat. You were going to be sick.

“Ezekiel?” Angels eyes wide, frozen in place.

“Angel what the hell are you doing here?” EZ slowly walked to his brother, then looked down the hall to find you coming out of the room the two of you once upon a time shared.

“Hey Y/N. I’m back.”

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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late night rendezvous

— in which suna rintarou invites you to a late night drive

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre: fluff, a lil angst

tags: suna waking you up at midnight to drive, late night driving basically, just you two being goofballs at midnight

a/n: i based this from the suna drabble i wrote a while back and it keeps nagging on my brain to write it. was actually gonna post it for his birthday but it's already the 26th at 2am here ://

suna didn't expect his party to be wild this year. granted, he should have expected the twins planning one without his knowing. leave it up to them to cause mischief and be the biggest party people he has ever known.

it was crazy, to say the least. he had recognized a few people who were in the party – his teammates, classmates, schoolmates, even past relationships and acquaintances he most certainly isn't aware the twins invited. he even spotted a few volleyball opponents they fought before and wished him a happy birthday.

he was surrounded by all of this people but his mind is looking for another person.

the twins couldn't have forgotten about you, could they? you're just as close to them as he is.

“what’s up, sunarin?” atsumu patted him on the back rather harshly, making him stumble a few steps forward.

he swear to the gods, his strength can be abnormal sometimes.

“have you seen y/n by any chance?” he asked, neck craning to and fro like a giraffe, “you invited them, right?”

“about that...” atsumu winced at suna’s harsh glare.

“we sort of...forgot?”

suna gave him a deadpan look.

“really? of all people, you forgot about them?” atsumu could only whine in return as he profusely apologized to the birthday boy.

deciding to ditch the party, he got out of the crowded house brimming with music and alcohol and got inside his car. he fished his phone from his pocket and immediately messaged you.

what he didn't realize was that it was basically 2am in the morning, and it's a weekday. you're probably asleep by now, suna thought. but will that ever stop him? nope.

cursing under his breath, he pocketed his phone and drove away.

the series of knocks stirred you from your peaceful slumber. after doing a shit ton of tasks, you immediately headed straight to bed, completely forgetting about giving your gift to your boyfriend – who forgot to invite you for his party. you slept with a slight ache in your chest upon seeing the posts the twins have on their socials and can't help but feel a little jealous.

the knocks ranged from gentle to hurried bangs on your window. huffing through your nose in irritation, you rolled over to the other side and peeked an eye. you almost had a heart attack when you saw who was looking through the glass.

“for fuck's sake, rin, you scared the shit out of me! some of us need to sleep for 8-10 hours, you know,” you scolded him, keeping your voice down as to not wake the people in your house, a bewildered look in your face as you take him in.

he's dressed handsomely and you guessed the twins forced him to because he doesn't really like to put much effort into his clothes, but he looks great in them always.

“i missed you,” he blurted, eyes searching your sleep-laced ones as he reached for your hand.

“we didn't see each other all day, i figured we can catch up now?” he offered, biting on his lower lip. he knows you might say no considering how late it is but he was also hoping you would say yes.

he wanted to end his day with a memorable moment with you.

“at 2 in the morning, rintarou?” you gave him an exasperated look but the thump in your heart and the voice inside your head convincing you that you've got nothing to lose is louder than any logical reasoning right now.

“alright, i'll get ready in five minutes.” you pecked him on the cheek, pushing his chest slightly as suna mouthed a yes before climbing off your window.

honestly, you don't know how he does that.

you sneaked to your door after getting ready and made sure you locked it again before joining suna in his car.

once you sat down on the passenger's seat, suna did not hesitate to capture your lips with his. the kiss seemed to stretched on for hours, his lips tasting like the alcohol he consumed in the party and faint smell of smoke. you giggled against his lips before pulling away.

“go eat some mint, your breath stinks!” you teased, nose wrinkling in mock disgust.

suna rolled his eyes, “says the one who has morning breath,”

the insulted look in your face made him cackle loudly inside the car as he pulled out of the driveway, his hand supporting your seat behind your head.

you fumbled with your seatbelt for a moment and suna seemed to have noticed it as his hands replaced yours and slid it down gently with a click. his hair tickled your neck as his face was so close to you, you can smell his perfume and him.

“if you keep looking at me that, we won't be going anywhere, baby.” he smirked, catching your eyes staring at his exposed chest that's been revealed by his shirt.

gulping down your saliva, you just smacked his arm in retaliation, earning another laugh from your boyfriend.

“just shut up and drive, rintarou.”

and so he did. suna connected his phone to his car and turned up the music. your eyes widened in realization as you recognized the song, or specifically the playlist. it was something the two of you made one boring afternoon. you were just playing around and adding iconic songs and some underrated ones to a playlist named after the two of you. you didn't know he would keep it and play it now.

suna had a faint smile on his face once the first few notes of the song played. he hummed to the music, fingers drumming on the stirring wheel. you yourself is tapping yours on your lap, but later, suna interlaced his free hand with yours and squeezing it lightly.

you enjoyed this moment more than anything. maybe it's because you just woke up and it's literally in the early morning and suna dragged you out of bed and you're still a little drowsy, but this all feels like a dream. something you don't wanna wake up from. it might be the city lights cascading down the road, the empty streets you passed, or the fact that the world is most likely asleep at the moment and getting to share it with him of all people is truly something magical.

as you were crossing a bridge, you felt the urge to turn down the window on your side, letting the wind hit your face as you closed your eyes. you danced to the music, albeit stupidly, but you didn't care. you sang loudly to your heart's content but you might be singing the words wrong, yet in suna's eyes, as you scream into the night, with your hair being ruffled by the wind and the city lights flickering behind you – he can't help the laugh bubbling out of him, because god, how did he get so lucky to have you?

you urged him to dance with you to the song and he did so although you made fun of him and his robotic moves. you spent the whole ride just singing and goofing off in the night.

after a while, you guys stopped at a restaurant to get some food before going home. by the time suna drove to your house, it was almost 6am. he forgot he still had practice later, but when he's with you, you're the only thing that mattered to him.

in the end, suna ended up showing you how he was able to climb up your window and even tagged you along with it. you almost fell and broke a leg but good thing your troublemaker of a boyfriend was there.

“so, i guess this is goodnight?” suna sighed forlornly as he sat at your windowsill.

“more like good morning to me,” you chuckled, staring down at your linked hands that are both refusing to let go. “i had fun tonight, rin –oh wait! i almost forgot!”

he was left confused when you suddenly ran around your room looking for something until you emerged with a small neatly wrapped box in your hands.

“for me? y/n, you really didn't have to,” he scratched his neck as he stared at the gift.

“just open it, rin!”

you bounced in place as you watch his face closely while opening the gift.

“is this real? how did you–” he got the camera out of the box, you had gifted him a polaroid since you saw how he loves to ‘document’ things so much and you figured he might want to make a lot of memories, hopefully with you in them as well.

“y/n, i love it. i love you,” he then wrapped you in his arms, his chest feeling warm and fuzzy with overwhelming love for you.

“i love you too, and i'm glad you did or else all the money i've saved up for will be useless.” you teased, smiling fondly at him as he examined the polaroid camera.

“this is the best birthday ever,” he leaned for a kiss, tilting his head to deepen it. you soon have to pull yourselves away before it got any late.

“now go home, rin!” you practically shoved him out of your window, he went in for one last kiss before hopping off.

he walked towards his car but before he get inside he looked back to you.

“i'll take to you to lunch later!”

you rolled your eyes, knowing full well suna's going to be sleeping in til the afternoon.

#aaaaaa i'm late for his bday but here it issss #no proofread it's already 3am i'll fix it tmrw #haikyuu!!#suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! fanfiction #tarou writes 🌹

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methargicismm · 3 years

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wanna hear a wild & fun manager story?

so i a week after i got hired into my new job, my manager calls me at 9am. i had just woken up so my voice is a lot more.... softer and scratchier

before i could say hello, this man goes “hey babe, what do u want from ihop?”

and my brain, being the baby that it is, made an immediate assumption for SOME REASON that my manager was in trouble and he needed an excuse to get out of it. so i said, “oh i want steak tips n sunny eggs”

and my manager doesnt respond for a second before laughing and goes “did u just wake up?”

i said yes. he woke me up.

and he goes “aww, alright. i’ll be there w food in 15 minutes

20 minutes go by and this guy calls me again and literally starts YELLING as soon as i picked up the phone and he goes “IM SORRY, YOU AND MY GF HAVE THE SAME NAME AND I ASKED SIRI TO CALL MY GF BUT SHE CALLED U INSTEAD”

and i was laughing and he asked me why tf i went along w it and then HE starts howling in laughter after i explained why, and he goes “oh my god, i dont know why i thought she was u. my gf is usually up by 6am”

and in the background i hear the gf go “babe im vegetarian why would i order STEAK?”

and i literally fucking died the entire day

#meth story time

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katherine-rambles · 3 years

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so i’m up late again, because my sleep schedule is pretty thoroughly disconnected from the sun cycles, and it’s reached the hour where i’m sleepy enough to be sad

n like. i recognize there’s a bunch in my life i just gotta *do* to get it done... but i haven’t and i find myself anxious even thinking about it and since i don’t need to immediately i just... don’t

i know that going on as i have been is not ideal... and i dislike that i am not making progress towards my goals... and i just ignore that

i guess. maybe making a list of all the reasons things are hard (even the silly ones) is something i can do? so

1. my sleep schedule is way the fuck messed up

1a. that means most of my awake-hours are between 2pm and 6am right now

1b. i don’t really like doing things immediately after i wake up, and by the time i feel Ready to Do Anything it’s after 5 (which is like... office hours are over for almost everything and a couple other things are over)

1c. which is discouraging bc many of the things i need/want to do are mostly only available in those times... and once i feel like a day is wasted i am more likely to waste the day

1d. many of the things i’d like to do that aren’t necessarily time sensitive are kinda loud or at least not things i want to do when other people (roommates/neighbors) are asleep... so i can’t really work on those even though im up all night every night

2. i have a lot of anxiety about my Future and Finances and Health and those anxieties make it hard for me to think about the smaller steps i want to take to work on those things i guess

2a. the job i quit made me REALLY anxious (which i realized mostly in retrospect) but also specifically really anxious about how my health affects my ability to work and more importantly really kinda dunked on my ability to believe that i can find a work environment that is okayish about accommodating? they were really immensely shit about it (which is a problem i’ve had for a while but like, with a better environment/people it’s been manageable in the past... but that environment was very much not so in a way that eroded my faith in being able to find a job that can be chill about it going forward, i guess?)

2b. i guess my point is that my recent experiences have me scared and i haven’t been able to shake that which makes... each piece of the things i want to do more Fraught and like... more intertwined in my head?

3. me and luna try to make Times To Do Shit specifically but we usually let each other off the hook because we both often feel Bad and i am thinking that trying to rely on this method is not great for either of us... when it works it’s great! but when it doesn’t we both slide backwards and just let things Not Happen

4. i often plan to do things and just Feel Bad (migraines, vomiting, etc) and can’t

4a. so when i feel good after feeling bad I want to have some amount of fun instead of just feeling like shit and then having to do work that is frightening and anxiety-inducing and tough to start working on. so i do that and don’t do work things

5. things i want/need to do feel complicated and difficult and given my current often-incapable-of-work-or-fun life i am even worse at holding myself accountable than i normally am because i’m trying not to feel like shit for feeling like shit all the time ... because i will and do beat myself up about it but doing that doesn’t help me get things done. i’ve been struggling with holding myself accountable since my first depressive episode, not that i was ever particularly great at it but it’s been abysmal since then. it does vary depending on external things but that isn’t super consistent (mostly because i can’t control those external factors).

idk... just thoughts. i feel like those are the main issues i have right now. maybe making a list of things i want to do and like. the absolute smallest steps possible might help?

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ziracona · 4 years

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Friendship headcanons between Anna and Quentin’s dad? Maybe Nacy too.

For sure! Love their weird awkward relationship.

So, it’s weird for Alan. Like, really weird. Like, can you imagine being him and your poor kid comes home traumatized as fuck after 9 years and he’s got a feral Russian bear woman who is his surrogate mom now in tow?

Obviously, Alan is very stressed about the potential of anything happening to Quentin again, so even knowing the situation, Anna is kind of a source of stress at first. It’s important to Quentin though, so he goes with it and tries to be supportive. It isn’t until about a month after Anna is released from the rehabilitation facility that he is truly at peace about it though. But it happens. There’s a night where Quentin falls asleep on the couch watching a movie, and they don’t notice until it ends. Alan decides to let him sleep there in peace for a bit before waking him up to go sleep in his bed, and is putting up dishes from supper, when he sees Anna carefully putting a blanket over Quentin and stroking his head twice before smiling and leaving him to sleep too, warm now, and he just kind of forgets what he was doing becuase he never quite really truly believed Anna was just selflessly and genuinely invested in his kid’s happiness, but there’s no one there to see, no consciousness for Quentin to appreciate the gesture, and he smiles, because it’s such a relief, and it’s sweet, and he wished Quentin’s mom had lived longer, wished he’d found someone else to be a mom for the kid growing up, and he’s deeply happy he’s got one now.

Anna doesn’t really know what to do with Alan at first either. Like, she gets that ‘Dad’ is the man counterpart to ‘Mama,’ but since hers was dead before she was old enough to remember, she doesn’t really know what that looks like, and never thought about it before. At first is kind of tentatively curious if this means they’re rivals, and she should be jealous of him. Alan never once seems to view their relationships to Quentin that way though, so thank god it never turns into a competition. She’s not sure what it is though, when she realizes it’s not that. So mostly she just tries to give him space and not cause confrontation between them out of respect for Quentin. She notices how good he is to Quentin though, and a few weeks before Alan really gets the same read on her, and kind of softens a little and decides he’s okay. Then suddenly a month in, Alan is more open towards her and starts interacting with her intentionally, even when no Quentin is there at present as an ice breaker. It is super awkward for them both, and they haven’t got a clue how to act towards each other, but they’re both slightly interested in trying, and it works. Alan asks her the morning after he realizes she’s okay if she wants to learn how to make muffins, since she’s sitting at the table watching him cook with a look like a cat has when it sees a new small rodent for the first time, and Anna really does. She is fascinated by all the tricks to tastes there are, and the wild variety of foods she had no idea could exist. At first she’s like “Me?” And very confused by this change in attitude, but he’s nice to her and it’s fun and the food is good, so she enjoys it, and accepts without reservation when he offers another lesson at lunch. This is how their relationship begins: Alan asking her if she wants to learn how to cook various things. Sometimes Nancy and or Quentin joins in, or anyone else in the house. And it’s fun. Anna never looked at food prep as anything but a survival necessity, but there’s a day two months in where she’s covered in flour making shortbread cookies with Alan and Nancy and Quentin, listening to music and people laughing and singing along, and she realizes lots of humans make all kinds of mundane acts into fun activities. And she really likes that. : )

Anna tries to reciprocate Alan’s gestures of goodwill by offering to teach him to hunt, which Alan refuses politiely because he has no idea what he’d do with hatchet throwing and animal tracking skills, but he immediately sees how hurt and insulted and wounded to her core that makes Anna and covers it with a “I mean—I would love to, but I’m just not sure I could have the skills at my age. I’m so old I might be hopeless to teach.” And Anna goes from :’-( to : D instantly and is like “No, no! Not too late—I show you. Many skills very easy to learn basics of. I am good teacher. Can teach even you, I am sure.” And is exceedingly enthusiastic teaching him basic tracking skills the next morning. It’s uh. It’s an awkward walk through a nearby park for Alan at 6AM, with Anna kneeling like fkn Aragorn to listen to the ground or touch dog tracks and sniff things while pointing out valuable intel, but he is duly attentive and awed by her skills, and takes his lesson like a champ, and it’s actually pretty fascinating stuff once you get past the “Wtf is happening” looks you’re getting from every early morning dog walker and jogger going past.

Alan picks up pretty fast that since Anna has almost no social experience, she tends to take social cues from those around her (like trading skills to make friends, or trading gifts with Min & Quentin), and is more careful how he approaches stuff. That also makes him like Anna a lot more, because it’s so sincere and she’s so truly giving all of this her best. He starts a tradition of going back and forth on who picks an activity that interests them to try to give her a chance to branch out and see more of the modern world. Greatly enjoys seeing how much she is excited and fascinated by like, everything. Anna is so mind blown the first time Nancy suggests they hit an Aquarium that it takes 4 times as long as normal to get through, becuase she can’t stop getting lost in the sight of every exhibit. Anna meanwhile notices pretty quick how watchful Alan is and how protective whenever he’s out with Quentin, although he tries to keep Quentin from noticing it too much, and she is very happy about this. Important for parents to be good protectors, especially with Quentin’s luck.

It takes Anna a while to quite get Nancy and Quentin’s relationship, but she decides after much deliberation that she approves and it’s cute. She likes how attentive Nancy is, and how quiet she can be. Thinks she would make a good hunter with skills like that. Is also very aware how much happier Quentin is around her. Decides this makes her a daughter too, and happily welcomes her into the fold. After Nancy realizes this, it kind of breaks her for a while, because she still misses her own mom so, so much. The first time Anna gives her a hug to comfort her about something so much more mundane—just a twisted ankle on a hike, she has a breakdown and can’t stop silently crying into her chest, becuase she still has an open wound in her heart where her mom is concerned. Anna isn’t a replacement, but she is a balm, and it helps. It really does, to have a big self-determined second mom hug you even when she doesn’t understand until you’ve cried all the tears you had, and still be waiting there with patience to hold you through more, and whispered comforts and strong arms around your back. Nancy gets her stuff for the next Mother’s Day, and it almost breaks her heart to have someone to shop for again, but she’s happier too, because it’s a comfort to know another one could love her too, and by choice. She’s had so much guilt over her mom’s death, sometimes she’s wondered if she never deserved to have one love her at all, no matter how much she knows her mom would never want her to think like that. It weirdly helps her talk more about her own mom again, especially to Quentin, who, while he barely remembers his mom, has some small idea how it all feels. She’s able to dig out a lot of the memories of Gwen Holbrook she couldn’t bear to look at for a long time, and forgive herself a little more. And able to make some new memories with Anna and Quentin and Alan she thinks her mom will be happy to hear about someday.

It wasn’t like that at first, though. Nancy is one of the few people who weren’t in the realm who has almost no issue adjusting to Anna, but she had some right at the start. She’s super wary the like, first couple days, because she has mountains worth of PTSD specifically centered around pseudo parental figures and people killing Quentin, but she’s observant as hell, and after watching Anna bodyslam Michael Myers through a wall on first meeting becuase she misconstrued his asshole big brother lifestyle choice of picking Quentin up by his collar for no reason other than easy and fun to push him around as an act of war, she realizes she truly has nothing to worry about, and Anna is an ally in arms when it comes to keeping the guy she loves alive.

Anna is extremely impressed with both Alan and Nancy for their roles in killing Freddy, and this is a massive affinity boost. She thinks Nancy is a little wolf of a girl in the best possible way, and approves of her level of dangerous greatly.

While Alan has no romantic feelings for Anna, it’s really nice to have a woman in the house again—it’s kind of nostalgic, jus to hear her singing sometimes and such. He offers to take her shopping for clothes and accessories becuase he remembers some of the places his wife especially loved, and it makes him sad and happy to be able to put that old treasured remnant of someone beloved to him to good use again. Anna really loves a couple of the same spots, especially a tiny handmade jewelry from gemstones shop, and it hurts but in a good way to have a reason to go there again.

Anna is exceedingly jealous of the photo of Quentin’s mom over the fireplace for like, a year and a half after she realizes who she is. It’s kind of funny. I mean, she’s dead. There is no threat. But Anna despises it and it takes all the willpower she has not to go hide it in a drawer somewhere.

That is until almost two years in when she wakes up early to weird noise and comes down to see Alan has the photo with him at the table, and a little setup with flowers and candles and objects she doesn’t recognize, and he’s crying. It isn’t until that night when she asks Quentin that she finds out it’s the anniversary of his mom’s death that day, but as soon as she sees Alan and the setup, she feels bad, and the anger and jealousy goes away, becuase she remembers feeling exactly that way for years and years at the sight of the portrait of her mother, and still now at the thought of it. The jealousy does not come back.

Alan, Nancy, Quentin, and Anna hang out a lot, and with Feng, Nea, and Ace, or Philip and Claudette a lot too. At a point, Alan starts reaching a “Okay you stay here with the kids and I’ll go grab tickets” kind of tag-team responsibility with Anna, and Anna thinks this is fun, and is immensely pleased with this new role of responsibility partnership. She begins doing the same with him, and likes being partner protectors of the group. She’s wanted to find a family again her whole life, and finally found it now after all these years, but she’s found more than that too; she’s found community, and she never had that before, so she didn’t know to miss it or seek it out or even that it was a thing to want, but now that she has it, she’s so much more happy and content and proud than she’s ever been.

#ask #anonymous #dead by daylight #in living memory (fic)#in living memory #headcanons #the huntress #Anna #Alan Smith #Nancy Holbrook #Quentin Smith

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cloudywriter · 4 years

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vanilla pudding cups - 3

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A/N: so sorry it has been a little bit, i just have been so busy with school. also sorry about the minimal feysand interaction in this chapter too but i’m trying to build the relationship ya know? anyway, enjoy! also leave comments too, i love feedback!

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Feyre hadn’t talked to Rhysand since they had met a couple of days ago, but his eyes seem to have taken up a permanent residence in her mind. That much was evident by the sheer number of various shades of blue and even violet colored pencils that were surrounding her on the beanbag in the corner of her room. She could never get the combination of colors to look quite right though, she itched to go and make him sit down for her just so she could study the colors that make up his eyes.

Luckily, the sane part of her mind that kept reminding her just how creepy swatching the colors of a stranger’s eyes was held her back from doing such a thing. But no matter how much she reprimanded herself in her mind, her infatuation with him didn’t cease. There was just such a depth to him that reeled her in.

Okay, maybe it also had to do with the fact he was absolutely beautiful. He was the kind of guy she could see in the grocery store who’s too gorgeous to approach but would definitely mourn the thought of probably never seeing again in her life once she left.

She had hoped to attempt to talk to him, to get a better feel for him, but had yet to find the right time. Alis had refused to tell her much about him, only saying that his cancer had relapsed and that was why he was here in the ward. Her heart fell when Alis told her that. Feyre knew that pain and wanted him to know she understood, that he wasn’t alone. But it was also the fact that she knew his pain that kept her from reaching out. He needed time to process without her bothering him, he needed his space to breathe and come to terms with it so Feyre made sure to maintain her distance for the time being. Maybe he’d even come to her.

She smiled at the thought.

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Rhys woke up to the fluff of a pillow hitting him in the face repeatedly, he opened his eyes immediately, a little dazed, a little panicked; standing over him was just his ass of a friend, Cassian.

Cassian peered down at him with his signature shit-eating grin, his hair pulled back in a messy bun of sorts.

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty,” he basically sang.

“It’s like fucking 6am, what are you doing?” Rhys rolled his eyes.

“We are getting your sorry ass out of bed and down to Rita’s for some breakfast,’’ he responded.

“At 6am?”

“Gotta get it while it’s hot,” Cassian claimed as he turned around and started picking through clothes in Rhysand’s bags that he had yet to put away. “Mor, Az, and Amren are down waiting in the car. The nurse lady only let one of us come get you because it’s technically not visiting hours.”

“Right and it seemed appropriate to send the loudest one they could?”

“Don’t act like you’d rather wake up to anything besides my face,” Cass batted his eyelashes for emphasis.

For some odd reason Feyre’s face flashed through his mind.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t at least thought about her, the image of her atop that ladder radiating ethereal beauty never entirely left his head. He was even a little disappointed when that streak of charcoal dissipated.

Cassian throwing a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt interrupted his mini pining session. “Come on, get dressed. I’ll be in the hall.”

Rhysand huffed as he departed from his warm cocoon.

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Rhys, Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren sat outside on the trails with their takeout breakfast tacos from Rita’s wrappers scattered around them on the benches.

“Okay, seriously, why did you make us wake up at 5:30am for Rita’s breakfast just for us to get takeout?” Amren questioned Cassian.

“Just eat your taco. I asked them to put extra children’s tears in it just for you, little one.”

“Call me little one again and I’ll nail your balls to that tree, you brute.”

The way Cassian cautiously crossed his legs escaped no one’s notice.

The group had mostly returned to their normal dynamic, Cass being loud and making jokes, Mor giggling, offering her own sarcastic retorts, Rhys mostly laughing, watching, and adding to the conversation at times. Azriel continued his usual observing, letting out small smiles occasionally while Amren went back and forth between scowling and telling off Cassian.

At the moment, Mor and Cassian were arguing over who got to eat the last taco, “Mor I am literally three of you put together.”

“And? A girl’s gotta eat.”

Cassian and Mor continued their pointless bickering, each swiping the taco out of the other’s hand and chasing each other around the benches. Rhys’s stomach hurt from laughing at their antics. He was feeling good again.

He found himself looking back up at the hospital towering over the little park, maybe to ground himself, it served as a reminder that this isn’t his whole reality anymore. He is still sick and one day Mor and Cassian will be running after each other without him around to watch.

Mor’s breathless giggles and Cassian’s obnoxious shouting faded into the background as he began to get sucked back into that blackhole that had started growing again when he heard his most recent prognosis. It wasn’t an unfamiliar blackhole, he knew it well, but it had become so miniscule as his life returned to what it should be. But even in space it’s hard to make blackholes truly disappear.

That’s when Rhys noticed her. A flash of golden-brown hair reflecting the fresh morning sun’s rays. She was sitting on a light wooden stool in front of an easel, her position pivoted at an angle to face out the window. He could make out the back of a white canvas sitting on the easel and a paint palette balanced in one of her hands. At such a distance he couldn’t make out her face fully, but he just knew it was her in his heart. He could almost imagine her face, her nose scrunched up in concentration as it was in those brief moments he saw her focused on hanging up sketches.

Maybe she even had a paint stain on her cheek.

Once again, she brought him back as he began to sink.

Rhys wasn’t even sure how long he just stared at her, observing her in her own little world, wholly focused on the painting in front of her. She would swipe her brush around and then pull back, studying what she had done before going back in. He might’ve been content just watching her for hours.

“WHAT THE FUCK, CASS!”

Rhys’s attention was drawn behind him to Cassian frantically shoving a whole taco in his mouth while Mor fumed behind the bench parallel to Cass.

“You’re such an ass, Cass. You’re an asshat, that's what you are. Asshat Cass.”

Amren raised her brows at that. “Asshat Cass does have a nice ring to it,” she observed, picking at her nails feigning disinterest. Mor just huffed and crossed her arms, but never broke the skank eye she gave Cass who only smirked in return.

“Oh, I’ll get you for that one, Mor,” Cass grumbled, his mouth full of taco.

Rhys allowed himself one more glance at the girl in the window. This time though, he could’ve sworn she was looking back.

“How about Mor the bore? Snory Mory?” He suggested.

Rhys gave a little smile just in case, perhaps, she was actually staring right back.

“Wait, I know, Mor the whore!” Cassian exclaimed with a dramatic hand gesture.

No one even noticed Rhys’s utterly distracted state, entrapped by the angel in the window.

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years

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Meet The Family: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All!

Fanfic Series by: @cynergy-laughter

Featuring: (Defined MC), (Comedy, Fluff, Shipping, Angst) (PG-Rated)

Chapter 2: Eat and Sleep with the Sheep (2790 words)

Brendon sighed as he laid front side on his bed. He was trying to remember his brothers’ numbers. He remembered his mom’s number because he had memorized it when he was younger… but his brothers’ numbers… he felt so bad, cause they all could have changed numbers at this point… he sighed as he turned to his side. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his doorframe. He turned back and saw Belphie.

“Hey, Brendon… you got a minute?” Belphie asked, walking in carefully.

“If you’re coming to convince me to pick you to come with me to Kyoto, I’m not really in the mood to be persuaded by anyone or anything right now… I’m tired.” Brendon said.

“No, I wanted to apologize for having a hand in breaking your door…” Belphie frowned. “We’ll get on a replacement after the early meeting with Diavolo tomorrow.”

“Oh, so the meeting is going to be tomorrow?” Brendon asked, “I should probably get ready for bed then… you wanna join me?”

“Well, I was wondering if I could sleep in your room tonight.” Belphie said, lightly scratching at his cheek.

“You can if you want. I kind of sleep better with someone else next to me…” Brendon blushed a bit, smiling.

“What a coincidence. So do I.” Belphie smiled with a blush as well.

It was always comforting to have Belphie to nap with. Even better to sleep with, it was like Belphie was a demon dream catcher. Except he killed the terrible nightmares. After getting ready, Brendon got under the covers while Belphie followed and snuggled up to him.

Brendon has closed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion hit him like a truck, but something kept him awake.

“Hey Brendon… I had a question… I heard that Mammon got his good and bad qualities told to him earlier by you…” Belphie started.

“Mmm… yeah, I said that everyone had pros and cons when it came to me picking someone for the Kyoto trip…” Brendon turned his body to look at Belphie.

“I’m not asking you to pick now, but… I want to know mine… I want to be my best if I do get picked…” Belphie said.

Brendon was touched that he was willing to improve, which was kind of better than the other candidates.

“Well, just promise you won’t be hurt by what I’m about to say? I’m gonna start with the bad, and end with the good.” Brendon said, pulling Belphie in closer. “And don’t fall asleep, remember you asked for this information.”

Belphie chuckled. “Alright. I’ll try not to fall asleep.”

“Alright… so… you are not the best conversationalist… but more on that in the good part… umm, you are lazy, a bit possessive… actually all of you are possessive over me, and with good reason, I mean I’m in a pact with all seven of you… you have a capacity of being dangerously deceptive… you’re the kind of person who get mad at me in real life for what I did to you in a dream… you lose track of time and oversleep a lot… and sometimes you don’t know how to tone the shade and venom down...” Brendon started listing, biting his lip at how sad Belphie looked.

“I mean… I understand that… but over half of those are who I am.” Belphie looked down, “I do admit that I could stand to be a bit nicer… and I do want to spend time with you and your family… and I’ve been working on trying to be more social…”

“Yes, and I am so proud of you for that.” Brendon said, snuggling in closer. “And for the pros… you are a very good listener, and because you’re more quiet, when you have something to say people are more inclined to listen back. You’re protective, playful, and affectionate, modest, and you are not afraid to speak the truth, and shut an argument down. You’re the bravest person I know.” Brendon smiles and brushes his fingers through Belphie’s hair.

“Heh… I mean, I don’t know where that comes from… but I guess it’s because of you… you’ve helped me to become more comfortable being a bit more outspoken.” Belphie smiled, if he could, he would be purring.

Brendon blushes and chuckles a bit bashfully. “I can’t take all the credit, you changed yourself when it came down to it. I was proud of you that you were able to open up. And I’m still proud of you for being you right here, right now. You’ve come so far.”

Belphie blushed back and pouted. “Stop it… you’re embarrassing me…”

Brendon smiles and gave him a kiss. “We’ll definitely see how things go tomorrow. Are you gonna be sleeping with me tonight?”

Belphie leaned into the kiss, and nodded, but then, someone else walked in.

“Belphie, stop bothering Brendon…” Beel said, frowning.

“I’m not bothering him, he asked me to sleep with him.

“I kinda did… Thanks to all of you, I don’t like to sleep alone…” Brendon blushes slightly.

“Oh? Well, you think I could sleep with you both? I don’t like sleeping alone either.” Beel smiles hopefully.

“Sure, Belphie can take the inner side, and you can take the outer side of me. Since I know you’ll be getting up to get a midnight snack.” Brendon suggested.

Beel smiled adorable and went over to the bed, and scooted in close with his two favorite people.

Brendon sighed contentedly as he quickly fell asleep in between the twins. He felt so happy to be close to them, he forgot about his problems for the night. Until when he was dreaming, he dreamt about looking over a mountain, he took in the sight, and the beautiful scent of the waterfall view. He heard and felt someone behind him, and he felt two strong hands resting on his shoulders. The owner of the resting hands lowered his head to Brendon’s ear, and whispered something, he didn’t hear exactly what was said, but he felt anguish, and despair when the figure walked away. Brendon’s lip quivered as he lifted his leg straight out, as if to take a step, and that’s just what he did. He remembered falling down back first from where he fell, seeing day quickly turn to night, and then pitched black. There wasn’t a scream until it faded in with the pitch black nothingness, echoing in his ears and making Brendon wake up in a cold sweat. It seemed that Belphie was extra tired tonight if he didn’t catch that nightmare.

Belphie was still asleep, cuddling up to his own pillow, but Beel had just walked in from his 6am pre-breakfast snack and he briskly paced up to Brendon and his frightened being.

“Brendon? Are you alright?” Beel asked, holding Brendon’s hand.

Brendon looked at Beel, then looked on the other side of him, to Belphie, and breathed deep, grounding himself. “Yeah… I’m okay…”

Beel frowned. “Brendon… I know a nightmare fright when I see it, I’ve comforted Belphie from a nightmare before… come on, I know exactly what you need.” Beel then picked Brendon up and carried him out of the room, being careful not to wake Belphie up.

Brendon gasped and held onto Beel when he was scooped up into Beel’s arms, he tried to protest, but he felt so safe with Beel carrying him. He was very protective, and strong, two of his many pros.

Of course, Beel carried Brendon into the kitchen and set him down to sit on the island. And then Beel immediately went to the fridge and started raiding.

“Beel… if you just brought me down here to watch you raid the fridge, then I just wanna go back to-.” Brendon began, until he saw Beel giving him a small brownie.

“This brownie was enchanted to still retain fresh baked quality and comforting warmth. I’ll pour you some milk too.” Beel said, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

“Oh… thank you…” he said, and blushed. “Did you want to share it with me?”

Beel blinked and smiled. “This is why I like you, Brendon, you are always so thoughtful.”

Brendon chuckles and looks at him. “Beel, let’s be honest, this was supposed to be your brownie, wasn’t it?”

Beel blushes. “I was saving it for a special occasion… like if I ever had a sudden craving for a brownie freshly baked… or if I felt sad… but, you need it more than I do. Plus, the enchantment goes away after the first bite anyway.”

Brendon’s heart sank, knowing he had Beel’s comfort food in his hands. He couldn’t take this and not feel horrible afterward, no matter how delicious it was. “Well, then I insist we take the first bite together!” Brendon smiles happily.

Beel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Would that count? Wouldn’t it go to the person who bit it first?”

Brendon blinked and blushed. “Well… maybe we could… Lady-and-the-Tramp it?”

Beel’s eyes widened as he gazed into Brendon’s eyes. “Are you sure? Can’t we just cut it in half?”

“Maybe, but at the same time, maybe not.” Brendon shrugged. “But, I’ve always wanted to try this out…”

Beel smiled sweetly at Brendon and got to Brendon’s level as Brendon put the brownie in his mouth, having it half in half out. Beel went in for his part of the brownie, but they had looked into each other’s eyes and blushed cutely at each other for a second. They then took their bites, enjoying their own freshly baked halves.

“This is so good! So fudgy!” Brendon felt better already from eating that.

“It was everything that I thought it was gonna be… and maybe a bit more…” Beel said, savoring it and blushing a bit at Brendon.

Brendon smiled at Beel, got off the kitchen island, and got on his tiptoes to kiss Beel. Beel blushed and kissed him back before wrapping his arms around him.

“Everything tastes better with you here, Beel…” Brendon put his arms around Beel’s back and leaned into him.

“I was just about to say that…” Beel replied with a closer cuddle. “You don’t have to tell me your nightmare if you don’t want to.” Beel added, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need to talk, or for any reason.”

Brendon blushed and closed his eyes, hugging him tighter. He knew that, he knew that Beel would be there to listen to him. Brendon could trust Beel with his life; he was so loyal, so protective, and the cuddliest of the 7. And even though he would cause unrest with how much he ate, and potentially be cranky when he was too hungry, he was just as valuable of a vacation presence as the others would also be. “Thank you Beel… that makes me happy to hear you say that…”

Brendon and Beel stood in that embrace for a few more seconds until they put the milk away and started back over to Brendon’s room. It was about a two to three hour nap before breakfast, and Brendon was happy to spend it with his favorite cuddly twins.

It was Satan’s turn to make breakfast this morning, and he was happy to see that Beel didn’t do any damage to the breakfast ingredients. Satan served breakfast at 9am, and everyone had made it to the table. Beel woke Brendon up early to be down there at 8:30, they had gotten there before Lucifer. Asmo came in 5 minutes later, looking fabulous as always, Levi came trudging down behind him, mad about his teammate in the game he was playing last night. Then Mammon came in with a grouchy face but lightened up when he saw Brendon saying good morning to him. Lucifer came into the dining room at 9 on the dot and sat at the head of the table, smiling at Brendon. Finally, Belphie was bringing up the rear at 9:03, with chastation from Lucifer about being late to breakfast again.

Everyone was in their uniform as they were going to meet with Diavolo for the meeting after breakfast, which was to take place at 10:30. Brendon, of course, was to attend, which he agreed to. In the middle of breakfast, Brendon’s D.D.D. started going off.

“Brendon, you know the rules, no D.D.D.’s during meals.” Lucifer said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually get calls… I’ll be back, I just need to take this real quick.” Brendon said, getting up and walking out into the hall, going a bit away, so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He hit the answer call button and put it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Brendon… It really is you.” A relieved voice said on the other line, making Brendon gasp softly.

“D-Davey? Is that you? Forseti, is it really you?” Brendon smiles excitedly.

“Brendon, you don’t have to call us those names anymore, we aren’t living with dad.” Davey chuckled a bit. When they were younger, Brendon began nicknaming him and his brothers after different gods, to confuse his dad. It was fun to watch Dad shout to start using everyone’s real names. Davey was nicknamed Forseti, like the Norse God of Justice and Law, cause he was the eldest brother, and he was essentially the one who looked after the younger brothers, basically what he said goes, but of course, the younger brothers were always fighting the law of their brother.

“Hehe, I know, I just wanted to know if you still remembered it… gosh, how’ve you been, it’s been a while.” Brendon asked, sitting on the stairs.

“Just been working, finally got a two month vacation and we coordinated with the family to have a family vacation. You are coming to Kyoto right?”

“I really want to go… but, I want my roommates to come with me… and they don’t know if they’ll be able to… and then there’s the whole possibility of Dad going too…”

“Well I haven’t heard anything from Dad, it’s very unlikely that he’d come… I heard he’s spending his summer with his wife over in Rome. How many roommates do you have?”

“I see… umm, I have seven roommates.”

“Seven? Well, I wish I could have known that sooner… I think we have enough beds, but the estate we’ll be staying in has limited rooms… Mom will have her own room, as do you, our brothers and I… well, I can always see if there are more beds.”

“Speaking of, how did you even manage to rent a whole estate for this vacation?”

“If I tell you, it would ruin the surprise. And don’t even try it, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.” Davey chuckles a bit on the phone.

“Yeah… you’re right… hehe, so, tell me… are you excited to have fun again? Or are you gonna be working behind closed doors like last vacation I was at?”

Davey sighed and snickered slightly. “Nothing gets past you, huh Apollo?”

“I’m serious, David. This is supposed to be a vacation after all. I mean, you have been giving everything you have since middle school, you have given your company 16 years, and they can’t deal without you for a couple of months? Your team can’t be that incompetent.”

“Bren… When it comes to my experience on the grind, ten times out of nine, you have to do things yourself. I can’t stop if I want to provide for my family.”

“I know, but you can’t work yourself like a robot, even robots need maintenance. Just please, at least consider giving your team a chance to impress you.”

It was quiet over the phone for a minute. Until…

“... I’ll talk it over with my team, and I'll be conducting bi-weekly meetings to check their progress. But… I need a favor from you.”

Brendon stood up and clenched his fist. “Yes, anything!”

“Promise to me that you’ll be coming to Kyoto. After all, you are the brother who brings a rainbow of entertainment.”

Brendon blinked and blushed, “Aw that’s not true…”

“I mean, you were the one who came up with our nicknames, which led us to collectively come up with yours.”

“Oh… alright, I promise I’ll come to Kyoto. But you need to give me the address of the estate.”

“Deal, and I’ll book your flight.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about my flight… I’ll be fine with travel. Trust me…”

“Oh, alright… heh, well, you always know how to make an entrance, Brendon. I’ll definitely see you there.”

“I’ll see you there, Davey… and thank you for calling. Alright… I’ll talk to you soon. Okay, bye.” Brendon said, hanging up, and sighing. This was definitely going to be interesting…

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sero-sphere · 4 years

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Early Morning Tea PT 1

soo...i saw this picture on twitter and couldnt help to think Katsuki fucking Bakugou...so now we’re here.

well maybe not here, maybe we’re all on momos crazy expensive yacht with your classmates trying to figure out what bakugous really packing?

this is only pt 1 so word count is right around 1,600

(Baku x f reader) Warnings: seeing the pee-pee go ‘da-doing doing doing’ ... swearing cause its Bakubro...idk i never know what to put here. this parts pretty chill. ( happy birthday baku bb )

It was 6am, a little early for you, but you had woken up and couldn’t go back to bed. You had plans that you definitely didn’t want to over sleep for, so you made your way downstairs for a cup of tea. That was bound to wake you up. You exited the elevator and made your way to the kitchen, still groggy as ever. Sleep still laced heavily on your face, eyes barely even registering the figure in front of you. His voice broke you out of your early morning trance.

"Oi, What are you doing up?"

It was Bakugou, you could tell that much, his figure still blurry as you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes. As the fuzziness started to fade away, you were able to clearly see him....all of him. Your eyes immediately started to focus on the rather large bulge protruding from his grey sweatpants.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He glared at you, then followed your eyes. He adjusted himself, which didn’t work out that well, because he just managed to grab your attention even more. There was no way you were actually seeing, what you were seeing.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up, I couldn't fucking see you... Why the hell would you come downstairs like that?!" you asked and pointed to his problem he was still trying to fix.

“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass."

You looked down at what you were wearing, a small grey tank top, and the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. Your hardened nipples clearly evident through the shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest for some modesty

"I need tea, I'm so tired." You managed to grumble out, despite your embarassment.

"Here I just made some, I'll go grab another cup." He handed you the mug he had in his hand and turned back towards the stove. An unusually strange move for the class grump.

"You're pretty nice in the morning, maybe I should start getting up a little bit earlier... I bet it’s because Kaminari hasn’t gotten a chance to annoy you yet."

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And you did just that, you're not going to lie, after that day you were left wondering if your sleep eyes had played tricks on you, or if his dick was really that big. You tried catching glimpses every chance you could. Bakugou was one step ahead of you though. He caught you checking him out, and made it a point to angle his body during workouts, and training sessions, so you purposely couldn't see anything. Not that he really didn’t want you looking, he just wanted to tease you. See how far you'd get before you'd crack.

Early morning tea turned into a daily routine. You stumbling down to the kitchen, to Bakugou already setting down some cups, one for you, and one for him. His temper really did seem better in the mornings. You decided you’d put that to the test.

"Hey, I know you don’t like to hang with everyone and shit, but the girls are all planning a little weekend thing… I heard Kirishima say he was going to go. You should come too…"

"Why the fuck would I do that?" You glanced over to Bakugou who was scowling at you. Not bad so far, his stares became less intimidating the more time you spent with him. You were able to tell when he really meant them or not.

You thought to yourself “so I can fucking see what's hiding in your pants THATS why” but there’s no way you could come right out and say that to him. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone right?

"Because you’re the only one not doing anything this weekend, and you'd be bored here all by yourself…" You took another sip of tea to occupy your mouth before it had the chance to say what you were really thinking.

"Tch. I'll think about it."

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“Oi shitty hair. What is this thing this weekend? “ Bakugou shouted as he burst into Kirishimas dorm room, interrupting his game of smash. Kirishima wasn’t even fazed at this point.

“Oh haha, what…. Who told you bro? Sorry I didn’t ask, just figured you'd say no. Are you coming?”

“What is it?”

“Oh well uhm, everyone’s sort of hanging out on Momos yacht...”

“She has a fucking yacht…..”

“Yeah dude! Come! It's going to be awesome. Just thought you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the middle of the ocean with everyone...”

Kirishima was right, Bakugou really didn’t want to be stuck out on the ocean with all those idiots. So clearly that's the exact reason why you wanted him to come. Perfect opportunity to check him out, while he’s distracted by everyone’s shenanigans, and by everyone that meant Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, Ochako, Momo, and obviously you. There was no shitty Deku ( he happened to be busy, along with Todoroki ) so at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them, if he ended up agreeing.

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It seems that agreeing might have been a bit of a mistake on Bakugous part. Momos yacht only had 5 bedrooms, two of which contained two twin sized beds, two of the other rooms had a full, (with an en-suite living room area that contained a couch) , and the last was a master bedroom, that had a deck to lead outside. Momo insisted everything be fair and had everyone do a few games of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get each room. Kirishima and Kaminari were to share one of the rooms with the double beds, while Momo and Jiro were sharing the other. Ochako, and Sero ended up getting the singles, and you were the lucky winner, claiming the master all to yourself. None of you really thought Bakugou would actually agree to coming, so you didn’t include him in any of this.

The room situation was long forgotten by the time the weekend rolled around, and none of you realized until you heard the explosive yelling that started not long after boarding.

“Oi! I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch this weekend! Do I look like some fucking extra to you?”

“Dude, I got the room fair and square...I get the bed. Why don’t you just ask Kaminari to switch with you and bunk up with Kirishima?” Sero replied calmly as he laid back with his hands behind his head, in the bed, that he indeed won.

“Have you heard how loud that fucker snores! I’m not doing that…. I’m not sharing with dunce face either, so you can forget it!”

“Dude you could always kick Y/N out of the master, and make her shack up with Uraraka.”

Bakugou just stood there silent…

“I mean unless you wanna shack up with Y/N instead…” Before Sero even had a chance to rethink that last sentence, his smug grin was being blasted off his face.

Bakugou was faced with the reality that those two suggestions were actually his only valid options. Well, it was either that, or the couch, and there was no way in hell Bakugou would sleep on the couch like some fucking extra.

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On the other end of the yacht, everything was going great for you at least. Despite all the yelling going on in the distance, you used your time to settle in and admire how lucky you really were. So far the weather forecast looked perfect, and all the food you’ve been served so far was amazing. You couldn't believe that Momo was this loaded. How you ended up with the extra master was truly a gift.

You were all given an itinerary, times and places to meet. Everything planned by Momo of course. You had exactly 1 hour to finish getting settled, and ready before dinner was set. You were just about to do your makeup, and change, when the bedroom door was just about thrown off it’s hinges.

"Oi, get your shit, and get the fuck out." Bakugou shouted and he threw his bags into the room and flopped down on the bed.

"Uhm, what….No your sharing with one of the boys...what are you doing….."

"I'm not sleeping on a couch." He shifted so his arms relaxed behind his head. How fucking cute. At least it would have been if he wasn’t trying to hi-jack your room.

"What the fuck Bakugou, I got this room fair and square! I’m not leaving!"

“Tough princess…either take the couch in round cheeks room, or go sleep with Sero for all I care.” He was hoping you wouldn’t do either, but he had an ego to protect.

“I'm not doing either Bakugou, this is my room fair and square! I didn’t ask you to come so you could ruin my time.” You plopped yourself on the bed beside him and gave him a death glare. You were willing to fight....if it came to that. You grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it. You heard the faint sound of his quirk activating from underneath you, but you wouldn’t let up.

“You fucker! Get the fuck off!”

“No this is my bed! All my shits already unpacked!” Bakugou managed to flip you around so he was caging you in. He grabbed the pillow from your hands, and threw it to the floor. He leaned in close and whispered…

“You can always share with me…Princess…”

You heard a noise off to your right looked up to see Sero, standing there, looking at the two of you laughing. “Wow, fuck, when I told you to share with Y/N I was only joking….didn’t think this would happen so quickly…”

Bakugou abruptly shoved you off the bed, and onto the floor.

“Shut it tape face, before I fucking kill you.”

#katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #big pp energy

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sadclearance · 3 years

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i don’t miss you at all

pairing: mahiru koizumi x female!reader

summary: mahiru misses y/n. (i don't miss you at all by finneas)

category: past fluff, angst, songfic

warning(s): minor suicidal thought for like a second, no actual suicide, non-graphic accidental death

word count: 1300

key:

italicized - past

bold and italicized - lyrics

i swear i don't

"i love you, mahiru," y/n said, giant grin growing even bigger.

miss you at all

"it's nothing, really," mahiru tried to subtly hide her face from her lover, embarrassed of how red those words made her.

"i'm serious! i'm not letting you act like it's nothing. you're the best girlfriend ever," y/n engulfed her.

and i barely still remember

"if anything, you are for letting me use you as my model," mahiru avoided taking the credit again. "thanks to you, i got recognized by real professional photographers out there. it's more like i'm hanging up my gold medals."

"oh, shut up. you did that by yourself with your talent. i'm glad i could be a part of your recognition," y/n kissed mahiru with a smile. "still can't believe you put up all these pictures of me."

"it's normal for people to hang up beautiful works of art."

who's in the pictures on my wall

'cause no i can't

"you smell like flowers," mahiru commented while being embraced by y/n.

"i'm glad you noticed," y/n smiled as she pulled back. "you said your favorite place that you've ever been to was mexico. did you know that tuberose are native there?"

"no, i didn't know that," mahiru smiled as she watched y/n talk animatedly about her newfound knowledge.

recall your scent

mahiru picks up the bottle of ridiculously overpriced perfume.

y/n had continuously bought it just because of that story mahiru had told her about her favorite travel spot.

mahiru had always found it ridiculous and unnecessary, but she couldn't deny that it made her all warm and fuzzy inside.

mahiru throws it in the trash can, ignoring the loud crashing of the glass.

jasmine, tuberose and lily

"stop doing that," mahiru made a face.

"but you just went to pari'. i must recreate the french girls you must 'ave missed," y/n continued on despite mahiru's protests.

"it's nowhere near close to how french people sound," mahiru smacked y/n's arm lightly. "and the only girl i've ever missed is you."

"okay, okay, i'll stop if you stop being such a cheeseball," y/n made a face of her own with a laugh.

or your silly french accent

all but forgotten

"you know, i read a book the other day."

"you, reading? i don't think so," mahiru joked.

"hey! anyway, it was an american book. the great gatsby."

"yeah, i've heard of that before," mahiru nodded as she continued to mess with the controls of her new camera.

about those eyes

"well, your beautiful green eyes are like the green light to me."

"oh, shut up, you flirt!"

the shade of green that if he'd seen would make f. scott fitzgerald cry

but i won't

the alarm clock on her bedside table flashes "2:00am" in an agitating red. it's been that color since forever, but it bothers mahiru a little more than usual tonight.

she blames that for her not being able to sleep.

she reluctantly grabs her phone from the bedside table and turns her alarm clock away so that it's no longer facing her.

she scrolls through some old photos, but they don't help ease the discomfort in her heart. she sighs exasperatedly at her own mistake and swipes out of the app.

she avoids the green icon with the telephone on it for as long as she can will until she eventually gives in, tapping the latest call.

"the number you have dialed is no longer in use."

break down at two a.m. and call

'cause i don't

mahiru throws her phone across the room, even if she knew that this would happen because she's been doing it every night.

miss you at all

neglecting the phone that she just threw, mahiru turns to her side.

and i'm sleeping fine

she closes her eyes, but her mind won't shut off for a while. she frowns as she gets more melatonin.

i don't mean to boast

mahiru wakes up feeling uneasy, her heart beating rapidly. she knows she must've been tensed up the entire time she was asleep because her shoulders are stiff and her limbs feel strained.

but i only dream about you

it's like it's a part of her routine, and she knows what the results will be, but she takes more melatonin anyway. she supposes that restless sleep is better than none.

once or twice a night at most

mahiru sits down at teruteru's restaurant on a saturday night--a tradition that she's been neglecting for a few months.

and it feels so good

"haven't seen you for a while, mahiru," teruteru forgoes the usual perverted comment.

"yeah," mahiru nods. "been busy."

"well, what can i get for you?"

eating alone

"why don't we share?" y/n asked with a cheeky grin.

"you just want to try everything, don't you?" mahiru shook her head but couldn't help the amused smile.

"you want to make me happy, don't you?"

"only because your smile's my favorite thing to capture on camera."

i don't get distracted by your smile

"drive safe," teruteru waves when she starts to leave. "wait, i didn't mean--"

she ignores him and continues to walk to her car.

she gets going as fast as she can because even though she knows teruteru's comment was just a thoughtless goodbye, it bothers her, and she wants to get away.

there's a red light, and mahiru can't do anything but stop.

she takes the time to look at the passenger seat. she sighs at her own mistake as she finds herself unable to rip her eyes away. there's a nostalgic reminiscent feeling inside, but it's chased by something cold and hopeless.

her hand goes to touch the seat when the person behind her honks.

and miss the green lights driving home

no sign of stopping

she had been there so often, she always sort of went on autopilot when driving around these familiar parts.

by the time she's conscious of her surroundings, she's sure she's just a turn or so from her home.

the house isn't far

a song that isn't necessarily to mahiru's taste comes on the radio that she had turned on to serve as a distraction from her thoughts, and the hands on the wheel turn white with how hard she's gripping it.

but i think our song is coming on

she's never liked it, but she's always let it play because y/n liked it, and mahiru had loved the way y/n sang it so passionately, putting her soul into it. she remembers making some offhand comment about how loud and rude it could be considered, but she hadn't really meant it.

looking back on it, mahiru regrets saying that.

thinking of all of the things she regrets saying and not saying, she considers the power she holds, with her foot strong on the gas pedal.

and now i wanna crash the car

she frowns and lessens the pressure on the pedal, her car slowing down as she continues on the road.

but i won't

"y/n!" mahiru screamed in horror as an unconscious y/n was put on a gurney. she was held back by the nurse who was treating the minor injuries and scratches she had received from the crash.

make that mistake again and fall

"oh, y/n," mahiru cries loudly, as if she was reliving that painful day.

so i say i don't

she lets her head fall onto her steering wheel when she's parked, accidentally causing a loud honk that had no doubt irritated her neighbors at this late hour.

miss you at all

"why?" mahiru sobs. "why did you have to... why did i have to..."

and someday i won't

she cries harder, and she feels like she'll be stuck with this feeling for the rest of her days.

miss you at all

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a/n;

5:33am - 6am i usually take like seven years to come up with an idea then actually finish writing it woah

i guess coming up with the idea thing is...

i wrote a songfic with this song almost a year ago for another fandom that i was only really in because i can't sit through and watch something longer than like a minute for--which gives you a hint on what it was--

and i liked the plot for it actually and wanted to reuse <3

and immediately mahiru came to mind because green eyes

most of the characters i choose for the oneshots are like on a whim or small reasons like that lol

#danganronpa mahiru #mahiru koizumi #koizumi mahiru #mahiru koizumi x female reader #koizumi mahiro x female reader #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa x female reader #x female reader #female reader #wlw #female reader insert

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