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✎ SUMMARY. both you and Jake Sim have one thing in common and that is being best friends with an ‘it couple’ on campus. after properly getting to know each other at a new year’s eve party, you think seeing his face one too many times the following weeks could all be a coincidental fate. what you soon realize is that fate comes in the form of your two friend groups who want nothing more than the two of you to start dating.

✎ PAIRING. awkward nerd!jake x fem!reader (sunghoon x yeji & jay x ryujin)

✎ FEATURING. enhypen’s 02z line, itzy

✎ GENRE. university au, fluff, strangers to lovers

✎ WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol consumption, all pairings between itzy and enhypen members are purely used for plot convenience

✎ W/C. +6.4k words

✎ ADDITIONAL NOTE. this is part of the Nuevo Comienzo (new beginnings) collab created by dulceamar! please consider checking out all the other amazing works by other authors throughout the year!

the first encounter.

“order for y/n!” the barista shouts, calling out another order soon after.

sending a text to a group chat with your best friends, agreeing to meet them at the cafeteria of your university for lunch, you walk up to the counter and grab the only cup of coffee you find sitting there.

ryujin: bro when will you get your ass over here

you: sorry there was a long line for coffee :(

you: I’ll be there in two seconds just wait a bit

you go to exit the cafe but feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“hi,” the boy smiles awkwardly. “I think I accidentally took your coffee, you should have mine as well.”

“oh, really?” taking a glance at the paper cup, you notice the scribble of someone else’s name right on the side. you squint trying to decipher the letters written in thick sharpie. “jack?”

“jake, actually,” he politely corrects you. “sorry about this whole thing. I also kinda took a sip before I realized it wasn’t my order. I can uhh get you a new lid if you’d like.”

you nod slowly, “sure.”

you follow his lead as he backtracks to the opposite corner of the cafe.

“is it weird to say you look familiar?” jake says in an attempt to keep the conversation going. “I swear, I've seen you around before.”

“you go to belift university, right?” you ask for confirmation and receive a nod from him in response. “we go to the same college then. maybe you've seen me passing by.”

his face contorts into confusion as he starts eyeing you suspiciously, “how’d you know I go to belift?”

“your sweatshirt,” you point at the glaringly large font across his chest.

“ah, right!” heat crawls up jake’s cheeks as he blushes in embarrassment. he grabs a lid from the condiment bar, and with shaky hands, replaces the original one with it. “forgot I was wearing this shirt. I mean belift. wait, what? I mean my sweatshirt. fuck, I almost knocked over your coffee. but yeah, my belift sweatshirt… you probably knew what I meant. sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

“cute,” you mutter under your breath, lip twitching into a smile.

“huh?”

“what?” you cough, feigning cluelessness. you point at your coffee cup still in his hand to quickly change the topic. “can I have my coffee back now?”

“yeah, of course,” jake says with confusion still evident in his expression.

“thanks.”

“no problem.”

the two of you head towards the exit and you thank him as he opens the door for you.

jake stops walking once you both are outside and no longer blocking the entrance of the cafe, which makes you second guess if that means you should stop too. playing it safe, you slow down your steps until jake addresses you again.

“most people have gone home early,” jake starts. “but I’m assuming you must’ve had a final today if you’re still in the area.”

your eyes anxiously wonder around.

you’re five minutes late to when you were supposed to be meeting your friends at the cafeteria, but they can wait.

“yeah, I still haven’t actually taken it yet,” you inform him.

“ah, I just finished mine this morning,” jake replies.

“must be nice to be free then,” you say half-jokingly.

“definitely,” he lets out a quick laugh. “well, I hope you ace your last exam. good luck!”

he holds out his fist in your direction.

you stare at his fist for a moment before shyly curling your hand to meet him in a fist bump, “thanks. good luck to you too!”

he waves you goodbye and you briefly mimic his actions before parting ways.

“shit,” jake curses under his breath as he continues walking in the opposite direction from yours, looking over his shoulder to see you already crossing the street. “I should have asked for her number.”

“I got your lunch,” ryujin pushes a tray of food towards you.

“you’re the best,” you breathe out, taking a seat across from your two best friends. “someone accidentally mistook my coffee for their’s while I was at the cafe nearby. that’s why I’m running a little more behind than I already was today.”

“eat quickly,” jay advises. “your exam is in thirty minutes, right?”

“yeah,” you confirm, taking your silverware and digging into your food.

“ew, slow down and take a napkin,” ryujin thrusts a wad of napkins into your hand. “you won’t attract anyone being this gross.”

“good, that means my plan to cosplay as men repellent is working.”

despite your sarcastic remark, you peel a napkin from the stack and wipe your month.

ryujin watches you and shakes her head, “you could be really good girlfriend material if you put your mind to it, just saying.”

“says the ‘it couple’ on campus,” you say, rolling your eyes.

ryujin scoffs, “we’re not the ‘it couple’ on campus.”

“oh, we so are,” jay confidently boasts, running a hand through his silky blonde hair.

“you’re so right, babe,” ryujin immediately switches in agreement, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning on the back of her chair where his arm is casually resting.

you pretend to gag, “throwing up in my mouth right now.”

“aren’t you even just a little bit curious about putting yourself out there?” ryujin asks, refusing to give up. “I could totally set you up with someone. you’re talking to the local matchmaker right here.”

“matchmaker my ass,” you laugh. “as if I’d put my love life in your hands, ryujin. but really, I’m just not interested in anyone at the moment.”

“the moment? the moment has been your whole life!” ryujin whines, her eyes so wide they could practically fall out of her eye sockets.

“ryu,” jay warns, moving his hand to squeeze her shoulder. “give y/n a break. if she’s not looking to go on a date, then she’s not going on one.”

“you talk like my dad,” you deadpan.

“I’m defending you and you still choose to insult me like this?” jay purses his lips, going back to scrolling through his phone while he snacks on a bag of chips.

“okay, no dating for y/n in the near future. got it!” ryujin animatedly summarizes. “but are you at least coming to hoon’s new year’s eve party with us?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “hoon?”

“sunghoon,” ryujin says in an obvious tone, giving you an incredulous look at the lack of recognition written across your face. “come on, park sunghoon! jay’s friend, park sunghoon. he’s dating hwang yeji.”

“am I supposed to know people through their couple status or something?” your voices drips with your usual sarcasm. “and jay has a lot of friends.”

“he was the one that treated us out on your birthday that one time,” jay adds, glancing up from his phone.

“oh, that guy!” you clap your hands together as you recall the brief memory. “yeah, he was nice.”

“so you’ll come?” ryujin looks at you with pleading eyes. “new year, new you.”

“don’t tell me you actually believe in that crap.”

“just give me an answer.”

“why so eager,” you let out a dry laugh. “do you need me to be the designated driver again or something?”

“you make us sound like asshole friends,” ryujin pouts. “and no, we just haven’t hung out much because you’ve been so busy over the semester. I want us to have fun together over winter break.”

“yeah, no pressure if you don’t want to go though,” jay says. “but if you’re coming, we’ll probably crash at sunghoon’s, so you can drink and crash there too or drive home if you’re bored.”

“okay, fine. I’ll see you guys there. new year, new me or whatever,” you cave. “but next time I want to do something, you can’t say no.”

ryujin smirks, jokingly grabbing your hand to give it a loose shake, “we have ourselves a deal.”

“now that you got that out of the way, you got ten minutes to book yourself to your class for exams,” jay casually reminds you.

“oh shit,” you hiss. you grab your tray and the remaining trash lying around as you get ready to leave. “bye guys!”

“bye, y/n!”

“see you later, love!”

“why don’t you ever call me love?”

“shut up, jongseong.”

as you rush out of the cafeteria, you pass by the famous park sunghoon you had been talking about earlier, almost crashing into him and apologizing for the near-incident with a quick ‘sorry.’ neither of you even have time to recognize each other as you continue speed walking away before the chance is offered.

“woah, you okay, hoonie?” yeji asks after watching sunghoon flinch from how you had almost crashed into him.

“I’m fine,” he brushes it off and sits down at their table.

he glances up from setting his food down to acknowledge jake, then decides to skip the greeting once he sees what the boy is doing.

“why do you have your physics textbook out?” sunghoon makes a disgusted face. “I thought you finished your finals already.”

“oh, I did,” jake clarifies. “but I’m reading some of the unassigned chapters from this semester. did you know that—”

“okay, you can stop right there!” sunghoon says while putting a hand up. “don’t need to know whatever wackass concept you’re going to ramble on about next.”

jake makes a blank face, internally thinking about how he should’ve seen that coming, “rude.”

“you’re always studying physics,” sunghoon whines. “get a hobby, loser. you’ll never get a girlfriend at this rate if you’re already in married to your physics textbook.”

“lay off him for once, will you? nerds have rights too,” yeji jokes with a lazy grin tugging her lips.

“very funny, yeji,” jake bites back sarcastically. he begins to pout as he picks at his food. “what’s wrong with being a nerd?”

“what’s wrong is that nerds like you,” sunghoon points his fork in jake’s direction. “have zero game.”

“what are you talking about?” jake says in an offended tone. “I got game.”

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, “oh, do you now?”

“yeah,” jake states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I'm totally the ideal guy.”

“then go ask somebody out,” sunghoon cooly challenges him.

“you mean,” jake pauses, scratching the back of his head. “like right now?”

jake suddenly feels lightheaded. the thing about jake was that he was a easily likable person. he was kind, smart, and bursting with positive energy. his downside was that even though he had book smarts, it left him oblivious to the common sense of courage and confidence.

“why not?” sunghoon shrugs. “you sound so sure of yourself anyways.”

“okay,” jake bites his lip and rubs his hands together. “I got this.”

he stands from his seat at the table, taking a couple of deep breaths before searching for someone to be his target and taking off.

“wait,” yeji whispers to sunghoon. “he's actually doing this?”

“apparently.”

“and we're not going to stop him?”

sunghoon chuckles, “hell no.”

“hey, lia!” jake approaches the girl and her friend.

“oh,” lia makes eye contact with chaeryeong before forcing a smile at the boy. “what's up, jake?”

“you. me. new year’s eye party at sunghoon’s. be my date?”

“sorry, jake,” lia rejects. “I uhh... already have plans with my family.”

“ah, I see,” jake wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come back up to reality. “maybe some other time then?”

“umm…”

“you know what? nevermind. sorry to bother you. and if I also made you uncomfortable, I apologize for that too—”

“jake,” lia interrupts with a tense smile. “it’s okay.”

“yeah. good. cool.”

jake turns on his heel and rigidly walks away, every ounce of his self esteem and social battery drained.

he can hear chaeryeong clicking her tongue, “that was awkward.”

jake agonizingly makes his way back to sunghoon and yeji, holding up a middle finger once he catches sunghoon’s chest vibrating at his attempt to suppress his laughter.

it was sad that the conversation was out of earshot for his friends, but they could already tell how it went.

jake returns to his seat and closes his eyes as he heaves a deep sigh.

“okay, so maybe I don't got game.”

the second encounter.

it had been around two weeks since the start of winter break and you were trying not to hate the idea of this new year’s eve party so much, but it wasn’t the most exciting thing you’d rather do when you genuinely weren’t a big fan of alcohol or people in general. you actually wished you were a fan of both of those things so it could make a night like this more enjoyable.

“remind me why we’re showing up an hour late to this party again?” you ask, slouching in the backseat of jay’s car.

“ever heard of being fashionably late?” he retorts while finding a space to park.

you snort, “you’re so lame, jay.”

“rip him to shreds, baby,” ryujin playfully blows you a kiss from the passenger seat.

you pretend to catch the kiss and shoot her a wink, “always, baby.”

“hey, I’m the boyfriend here!” jay says, a reoccurring joke that happens between the three of you.

“and I’m the side piece, your point is?” you speak without missing a single beat.

stepping onto the front lawn of sunghoon’s house, the party at least looked somewhat less unhinged than the other one’s jay and ryujin had dragged you to a couple times before. yes, you could hear the blasting music from the outside. and yes, you could hear people shouting and cheering from the backyard as the sound of someone cannonballing into the pool followed. but for the most part, it just looked like a normal house with festive decorations peeking from the windows that indicated this was indeed a chill new year’s eve party.

it had been long enough that you’ve forgotten what park sunghoon even looks like, but he gave you the impression of a very clean-cut guy, given your judgements on how good he was as a party host.

it was like a formal celebration to new beginnings, only with a bunch of unsupervised college students and alcohol.

“ryujin, jay!” you hear a female voice giggle right as you step through the front door.

ryujin let out a squeal, a rare sound you never exactly hear from her, “yeji, my beloved!”

‘people really do act differently in different crowds, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

behind the girl you now identified as yeji, you saw a boy standing behind her with his hand resting on the small of her back.

“this is our lovely y/n!” ryujin introduces you with an arm around your shoulder. “y/n, this is yeji and sunghoon. they're the second best couple on campus obviously.”

“yah, don't get it mixed up!” sunghoon laughs before greeting jay with some special handshake you had never seen before.

you wave at them shyly, “hi, sunghoon. hi, yeji.”

“hey, sexy!” a drunk hwang yeji saunters over to wrap her arms around you in a quick hug. “woah, I love your dress. it's so cute! I wish yuna was here right now. she'd fucking love this outfit.”

“umm... thanks,” you stiffly nod as yeji continues to awe at your dress with her hands gripping your shoulders.

“that's enough, babe,” sunghoon pulls yeji into his chest from behind. he looks coherent enough to function but at the same time has his bangs flopping over his forehead that make him appear sleepily tipsy. “sorry about her. she gets clingy after a drink or two.”

“it’s alright,” you say distractedly, choosing to bury your discomfort by watching yeji cutely thrash around in her boyfriend’s hold while asking for more shots.

“where's jake?” jay asks curiously.

jake? that name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“he’s right here—” sunghoon lazily looks over his right shoulder and then over his left, still buzzed on the few cups of alcohol he drank previously. “oh, guess he disappeared somewhere.”

you all continue talking for another handful of minutes. sunghoon’s even generous enough to throw a couple questions your way in an attempt to make you feel included, which was honestly a breath of fresh air. you loved your best friends to death, but usually talking to other people with them is like sitting in the corner at a family reunion. it was your role as the quiet, antisocial friend.

though as enjoyable as it was to have a group to stick around with versus being alone, you realized how slow and random a conversation with two drunk people could be. the five of you eventually ran out of things to say.

sunghoon and yeji excuse themselves, sunghoon having to guide her by the shoulders to keep her upright as they disappear into the crowd.

ryujin lightly taps your shoulder, “jay and I are going to play beer pong for a bit. wanna come?”

“I'm fine,” you decline the invitation. “I think I'm going to find some water in the kitchen.”

“okay, bestie,” she gives you a side hug before linking arms with her boyfriend to walk further into the crowd. “you know the drill, be careful and call me if you need anything!”

“I will!” you shout back and begin wandering off to the kitchen by yourself.

it takes you a second to locate where the water bottles are stored, but you quickly manage to find them and take one for yourself.

“hey,” a voice says from over your shoulder, a hand reaching forward to grab one of the other water bottles in front of you. “y/n, right?”

it’s the boy from the coffee shop. if there was one thing you remembered, it was his kind face and australian accent.

“hi…” your voice trails off.

you forgot his name.

“ah, do you not remember me?” he says with a bit of disappointment. “I’m—”

“hold on, let me at least guess first!” you study his face, doing your best to dig into the back of your memory. “I remember you, I swear! something that starts with a ‘j.’ like jim, maybe james, or… wasn’t it jack?”

“close,” he laughs. “I’m jake. jake sim.”

he holds his hand out for a simple handshake, which you gladly accept.

“ah, you’re that jake,” you say in a dumbfounded tone. “sunghoon and yeji’s friend, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” he questions you with curiosity lacing his voice. not only was he surprised that you knew anything about him at all, but you actually were acknowledging him out of the friend group without yeji and sunghoon present.

“I’m friends with jay and ryujin.”

“ah, you’re that y/n!”

you nod, “yeah.”

basic, surface-level questions are asked as well as other miscellaneous talking points. there’s even an odd talk about the nice weather, which was unfitting for being indoors during the winter season but you don’t comment on it again.

“how are you liking the party?” jake switches subjects, scared that you’ll leave if the atmosphere drops. “is it any fun?”

“eh, you’re the highlight of it so far,” you shrug. “I don’t really drink or do anything in particular, so I just kind of float around until I decide to ditch.”

jake feels his heart begin to race. it was his first time hearing a girl make a comment like that about him.

“wanna ditch this party together?” he blurts out the invite, feeling a sense of boldness he’s never felt before. “I can drive us.”

an expression of uncertainty crosses your face, “where to exactly?”

“I said it more as an impromptu idea but…” he takes a moment to think. “we could go get breakfast, like they do in christmas movies and stuff. waffles, maybe?”

you contemplate if it’s smart to trust someone who’s essentially a stranger to you, but then your inner monologue comes in.

he knows sunghoon. granted, you didn’t remember who sunghoon was until jay had to remind you, but he bought you food once. and on your birthday too. that had to count for something, right? plus, jake seemed even sweeter. it may just be his puppy-like appearance carrying the assumption, but he was also a nervous wreck upon mixing up your coffees not to long ago.

you decide to trust him.

“it’s a bit late to be living out your christmas movie moment,” you say, noticing how jake’s face begins to falter into panic. “but I do like waffles.”

“perfect,” he lets out a sigh of relief. “let’s go.”

you end up sitting in jake’s car five minutes before the first of january, a fancy waffle from some food truck jake googled in your hand. the two of you are parked right in front of your house, all the lights inside are off from your parents already being asleep.

“it’s almost midnight,” jake states while looking at the clock on the car’s dashboard. “any new year’s resolutions?”

“no,” you shake your head. “I’m not into that sort of bullshit.”

you examine jake’s face. he looks like he’s about to protest your opinion but then stops himself.

“okay, that’s fair,” he says.

“do you have any new year’s resolutions?” you shoot the question back at him.

“yeah,” he shyly admits. he bites his lip, a habit you’ve noticed he does a lot when he seems nervous, as he stares at the road ahead. “I want to fall in love.”

“that’s a pretty bold statement,” you comment.

“yeah, I know,” he lets out a small laugh. “but I guess I want to stop being so shy and gain some confidence.”

three minutes.

“you’re social skills aren’t that bad,” you say honestly, hoping that will encourage him. “you’re awkward but in the most endearing way possible if that makes any sense.”

you manage to get a goofy grin out of him, “not a bad compliment, I’ll take it.”

“I’m not the most confident person either,” you admit. “I’m not sure if I’d wish to be that kind of person, but good for you. have fun falling in love.”

two minutes.

“it sounds weird when you put it like that,” he covers his face with the palms of his hands in embarrassment. “I just want to understand what it’s like, give romance a try and all that. have you ever been in love, y/n?”

“no. no, I haven’t.”

you take a large bite of your thick-layered waffle.

one minute.

“you have some ice cream right here,” he gestures to the corner of his mouth using his own face.

“here?” you try wiping off the dessert with the back of your hand.

“no, you’re just smearing it,” he reaches his hand out to lightly cup your face, wiping the mess with his thumb. “there, all clear.”

his stare travels all over your face shining in the dim moonlight. he doesn’t know what to do. to him, you’re breathtaking.

he wonders if he should just go for it.

three, two, one.

“I should go inside,” you say, causing jake’s attention to immediately withdraw from your lips. “I’m feeling a little tired.”

“yeah, go ahead,” he can sense the heat nearly flushing his face. he clears his throat as he unlocks the car. “happy new year, y/n.”

you smile before hopping out and setting a hand on the car door, ready to close it, “happy new year.”

the third encounter.

“and so we meet again.”

“how dramatic of you to say,” you chuckle, not expecting to run into anyone while standing in the middle of the candy isle at your local grocery store. “but what's up, jake?”

“nothing much,” the boy shrugs. he goes to stand behind you, browsing the rows of candy bags and chocolate bars closely. “just getting some snacks for me and my friends.”

“me too!” you gasp, easing up to the conversation. “ryujin and jay always make me go out to buy snacks. I swear, I love them to death but couples sometimes...”

you think back to fifteen minutes ago when your two best friends practically forced you out of jay's apartment complex. they were more persistent than usual, but you chalked that up as them needing time to make out another half hour before you returned.

“I know right!” jake enthusiastically agrees. “sunghoon and yeji are like that too.”

in all honesty, you thought you wouldn’t see jake again after the party. it was still winter break after all and who knew you’d randomly run into each other like this.

once you’re done picking out your snacks, getting some new recommendations from jake, you walk to the self checkout area together and don’t separate until you reach the parking lot.

he hesitates before parting ways, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll see you around?”

“yeah, see you around,” you wave him goodbye.

he walks away and you scold yourself for lingering on his figure, hoping you really would see him again some time soon.

“how was it?” ryujin asks right as you join them back on the couch of jay’s apartment.

“going to the store?” you say slowly, confused as to why ryujin looked so interested. “it was fine.”

“did anything interesting happen?” she continues to badger you.

“nothing really,” you shrug. “I ran into jake while I was there. that’s about it.”

“jake?” jay chimes in. “jake’s a pretty cool guy, really smart and trustworthy too. he’s like a brother to me.”

you give him a look, “why are you buttering him up to me all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” jay denies.

“okay,” you mutter under your breath, deciding to open up a chocolate bar and start paying attention to whatever tv show was playing. “you guys are weird.”

the fourth encounter.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” ryujin squeals in excitement, lowering her volume as much as possible in the movie theater.

“no way,” yeji gasps. “you guys are here to see this movie too! wow, same time and everything. isn't that crazy, hoon?”

“yeah,” sunghoon nods rapidly, trying to look casual. “what a total coincidence.”

“come sit with us!” yeji ushers the three of you with a bright sparkle in her eyes despite the dim lighting, discreetly elbowing sunghoon's side for his poor acting job when no one is looking.

jay goes to sit on sunghoon's side, while you and ryujin go to the opposite end. you take the farthest seat, leaving ryujin to sit in between you and jake.

“what’s wrong?” you ask her once you catch the alarmed look in her eyes.

you expect her to answer but instead she goes to face the other side away from you. confused, you go back to watching the movie trailers play without another word.

“jake,” ryujin whispers after a couple minutes. “would it be okay if we switched seats? I want to sit by yeji.”

you turn your head with a surprised expression, overhearing her request, “ouch, is sitting by me not good enough for you?”

“yah, it's not that,” ryujin instantly denies and clicks her tongue. “plus, you don’t even like hearing me talk during movies anyways.”

you stare at her for a moment before sighing and leaning back into your seat, “whatever.”

jake stands up to switch spots with ryujin, sending you a lopsided smile.

“popcorn?” jake offers.

reaching your hand into the bag, you nod, “sure.”

you sigh, “they're totally trying to set us up, aren't they?”

“yeah, they're really obvious,” jake says in agreement.

the amount of times you have seen jake within the past month was astounding to you. you've seen him at the mall, at restaurants, and now that you are back to attending classes, you even see him frequently around campus.

you wonder every now and then how many times you’ve passed by him without knowing who he was, but lately it feels rather impossible to not notice him everywhere you go.

you recall the time when it had dawned on you that there was more to your relationship with jake than pure coincidence, it was one particular memory that had made you realize.

“oh, you met jake at the party?” ryujin gasped over the phone.

it was the day after, ryujin following her routine of giving you a check-up call after she was done taking care of her hangover.

“actually we met a couple weeks before,” you mentioned. “he was the one who accidentally switched our coffees on the last day of exam week.”

“how adorable!” she gushed, and in that very moment, you regretted telling her any of that. you could already predict where the conversation was now heading. “so, would you say he’s your type?”

“I’ve already told you, ryu,” you warned, your voice growing tired. “don’t try playing cupid with me. I’m not interested in him like that. I’m not interested in anyone.”

you could picture ryujin’s face as you heard her scoff, “sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“am not,” you firmly shut down her accusations. “yeah, he’s cute and all but—”

“wait, did you just call him cute?”

“huh?” you stuttered, not processing the words you let slip out. “okay, whatever—”

“no, you never call anyone cute!” she exclaims. “you’re attracted to jake sim.”

“and so what if I am? he’s just some nice guy,” you tried to reason, not wanting to make it a big deal.

ryujin was the one with the hangover, but why did it feel like your brain was suffering?

“why are you so afraid to date, y/n?” ryujin’s voice softened. “I know you don’t want to open your heart out to people, but you can always start out slow. it’s okay to date just to date, and if you fall in love, then so be it. the trick about falling in love is that it’s spontaneous. it just happens.”

“I don’t know,” you told her honestly. “maybe a part of me does want to date him, but you know me, I don’t want to commit to something that seems all sweet at first but isn’t.”

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n.” ryujin offered her last attempt of advice. “dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

and now you’re here. walking outside the movie theater, feeling a sense of deja vu as you head to jake’s car. those four of your so-called friends were awful at making excuses, especially sunghoon, but you went along with their shenanigans.

jake wasn’t bad company anyways.

the drive to your house is nice. it’s filled with jake’s music softly playing from the aux cord, the both of you talking about whatever comes to mind, and along the way, you stop to get gas and grab some gas station slushies.

“cherry is the better flavor,” you still argue ten minutes later, sipping on your slushie.

his lips stretch into a straight line, “what’s wrong with blue raspberry?”

“blue raspberry is simply irrelevant,” you say. “cherry is the classic flavor of childhood.”

“I won’t win if I keep arguing with you, will I?”

“nope.”

the both of you laugh, silence in the air as you let the current song playing finish.

“so what should we do about the whole situation with our friends trying to get us together?” jake finally brings back the topic.

“we can just ignore it, right?” you suggest. “they’re only trying to make us see each other more, and to be honest, I don’t mind that. you’re pretty cool in my opinion.”

“really?” he says, an underlying tone of disbelief.

“yeah, really.”

the conversation is cut short when he pulls up to your driveway.

“thanks again for the ride,” you thank him, unbuckling your seatbelt. “not that you had any other choice than to leave me stranded at the movie theater.”

he chuckles, “don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a ride anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say as you exit the car.

you go to shut the door behind you but hear jake call out your name.

“by the way, just out of curiosity,” he starts nervously. “what’s the motivation behind your friends getting you to date?”

“I’m not someone who opens up to others easily,” you explain. “it's not like I'm closed off to the idea of dating someone for forever or anything. I'm just looking for somebody that I’d actually be compatible with, you know?”

“would you...” jake stops himself from finishing the sentence.

would you say we’re compatible?

you tilt your head, “what?”

“what?”

“no, what were you going to say?”

“oh, it was nothing.”

“okay...”

“goodnight, y/n.”

“night, jake.”

the fifth encounter and the start of many more.

“are you stalking me?”

you tilt your head up to see just the person you had in mind. he waits for you to meet his pace as you stroll through your campus side by side. it was later in the afternoon, so not many students were passing by the classroom buildings at your relatively small college.

it had been over a week or two since you last saw him.

you tsk, “no, are you stalking me?”

“you wish,” he says, his face giving off the impression that he wished he could take it back. “sorry, that was creepy. it was meant to be a joke.”

“I figured, jake,” you burst out into a small fit of laughter.

“I missed talking to you,” he confesses. “I wanted to say this a long time ago, but we should exchange numbers.”

“yeah,” you laugh at the fact that neither of you had mentioned that before. “we really should.”

you grab your phone from your pocket and set it up to add a new contact.

“here,” you hand him your phone and he does the same.

jake pokes your arm, quickly catching your attention as you notice him holding his phone up to take a picture, “smile!”

you fix a closed lip-smile onto your face until he puts his phone down.

“your turn,” you snap of picture of him before he can even process what’s happening.

“wait, I wasn’t ready!” he tries to steal your phone but you hold it to your chest. “not fair, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out, “get over it.”

“you just got out of class, right? want to get something to eat and catch up?” he nudges your side.

you stop in your tracks.

“I’ll unfortunately have to pass,” you have to turn down the offer. “funnily enough, yeji asked me to help her out with an assignment since we share the same major.”

“ah, my own friend is stealing you away from me,” he teases lightheartedly, suppressing his actual disappointment. “I’ll let you do that then.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“yeah, I’d like that.”

it takes approximately seven seconds for him to build the courage to say what he’s been wanting to say all along.

“hey!” jake catches up to you. “before you leave, do you...”

“go on,” you stare at him expectantly. you weren’t going to let him leave you hanging like last time. “what were you going to say?”

“do you want to hang out sometime?” he finally spits out the question. “like make plans instead of coming across each other by happenstance.”

“can you call it happenstance if most of it was a set up by our friends?”

“I guess not,” he pouts for a split second before regaining focus. “but seriously, I want to see you again.”

“like on a date?” you ask for clarification.

jake sheepishly smiles down at the ground, “if that's okay with you.”

ryujin’s words stick to the back of your mind like glue.

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n. dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

you liked jake sim, it just took you some time to admit it. each day that went by without you seeing him made you unable to deny the fact that you missed having him around when he was gone.

maybe it couldn’t hurt giving it a try like ryujin said.

you place an innocent kiss on his cheek, “that'd be more than okay.”

it takes almost every muscle in his body to not lose his composure and faint right on the spot.

“great, it's a date then,” he takes a step closer, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. as silence falls upon you, he takes the chance to speak again. “your eyes are so pretty. I think they remind me of layla’s.”

you take a step back, “…layla?”

“my dog.”

“I remind you of your dog?”

“wait, I didn’t mean that in a weird way. it’s just that you have really pretty eyes that sparkle in the sunlight… like my dog, layla. please don’t be offended.”

“we’ll just forget the last twenty seconds never happened,” you say for his sake and for yours.

“let me phrase what I really meant to say,” he straightens his posture and closes the distance again. “what I was trying to say is that you look really beautiful up close.”

“such a flirt,” you smirk teasingly, “do you say that to just any girl?”

“no, only to the girls I like,” jake a grin appears on his lips for a split second before it begins to falter. “was that corny?”

“just a little bit,” you laugh.

“damn, I keep slipping up,” jake joins in on your laughter. “you’ll still date me, right?”

“only if it’s too late to back out.”

“unfortunately for you, your back out card has already expired.”

“shit, already?” you jokingly curse under your breath.

“would it be too soon if I asked for a kiss?” he asks for permission with a crack in his voice.

you raise an eyebrow, “too eager to save it for our first date, sim?”

“if anything I’m late for not doing it at midnight on new year’s day,” he says, mentally applauding himself for sounding so smooth. “so can I?”

your eyes bore into his, “you’re already hovering over my face so why not.”

jake crashes his lips onto yours, intoxicating you with one sweet and simple kiss.

you finally understand that night in jake’s car, his new year’s resolution. it all begins to make a little more sense.

falling in love didn’t seem like such a bad idea now that his lips were pressed against yours with his hand gently caressing your hair, and even when the kiss breaks with an awkward laugh, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

in your mind, there was no better new year's resolution than being with jake sim.

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Little Red Dress | K. Ryuguji x T. Mitsuya |

⪀Pairing: K. Ryuguji x Fem! Reader x T. Mitsuya

⪀Word Count: 5.1k

⪀Summary: Draken asks for a favor from Mitsuya. Mitsuya indulges him and gains access to his girl in the process.

⪀Rating: Explicit

⪀Genre: Porn with a teensy bit of plot.

⪀Warnings: Minors DO NOT Interact!! Vaginal sex, poly behavior, objectification if you quint, cumming inside (wear a condom please), teasing, possession kink, marking kink, piercings, and slight homewrecking if you squint.

⪀AN: Man this week has been trash. I really had planned to do kinktober, but my dog got hella sick, and then I had to put him down. It's been disgustingly rough these past few weeks and as a gift (because I am not attempting Kinktober at this point) have one of the fics that I was able to complete. This one specifically was for the marking kink. I have a couple more in the works, but for now, have this as a peace offering.

DISCLAIMER: All the characters I write for, and have ever written for, are 18+

CONTAINS VERY MILD SPOILERS (HAIR COLOR?) FOR CH 198. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Obviously, NSFW content minors do not interact.

You’d never really planned to have two boyfriends. Realistically, you’d never planned to have one, and yet, almost back to back, the twin dragons seemed to stumble upon you. Draken met you, while running errands for the brothel. He normally kept his head on straight while he crossed items off of a list of groceries and essentials, but when he spotted you balanced on top of a shopping cart, trying to reach something on one of the upper shelves, he felt he had to intervene. Eyebrows furrowed, the taller man looks between you, and a jug of lavender scented laundry detergent your fingers are inches from, before he plucks it down with ease.

“You shouldn’t stand on shopping carts. Real easy way to bust your ass and end up with some nasty injuries.” He hums, almost amused at the frustrated huff you let out. He sets it down in your cart, and helps you down, so you do in fact, not end up lying in a crumpled heap in the laundry aisle.

“Thanks…” you mumble back at him, a little embarrassed for being called out. He just shrugs, eyeing how short you actually are, back on the ground.

“You should have someone join you on shopping trips. To avoid-” he takes two slender fingers, and points to your cart, before pointing to the shelf. “Whatever that was.”

“Maybe I don’t have someone tall to join me? What’s a girl gonna do, rent a giant?” your quip drags a legitimate smile onto his face. He loved sassy girls. Something about being able to get back exactly what he put out, made him a little too happy.

“Maybe you can.” he fumbles around in the pockets of baggy jeans, adorned with chains, for a pen, and scribbles his number down on the back of the shopping list. Shoving it into your hand, the tall dark haired man gives you a grin that makes you blush, just a bit. “I guess I’m your fairy god giant.”

Meeting Mitsuya was a complete fluke. You and Draken’s relationship had blossomed over the course of six months. No longer did you just summon him to join you for trips to the grocery store. Instead, the two of you spent whatever free time you had, outside of Toman related fuckery, playing poker, or sharing lunch with Mikey, who seemed oddly fond of you. When a dress you’d been planning to wear out on a date to a relatively popular night club had gotten damaged in the mail, Draken immediately knew who to go to for a repair.

Something about the lavender and black haired man really seemed to catch your eye, though you were much too faithful to Draken to ever speak on that thought. The two of you had seen one another before, though just in passing. You’d brushed past one another as you exited the Toman hideout after sneaking in to give Draken a little goodbye present, or you’d see them together at festivals. Once in a blue moon he’d show up at the shop to chit chat, or he’d slide by Draken’s apartment to drop something off for him. It seemed the two of them were friends, but that was as far back as you assumed it went, since Draken seemed to get along with all of the members of Toman equally (except for Mikey).

As you stood on your bed as a makeshift pedestal, Draken kept a protective hand on your thigh. Mitsuya inserted sewing pins where he’d need to make adjustments, eyes squinted behind black framed glasses. The way his hands skimmed over your curves had you salivating and blushing, just a tad.

“Ya know, this would go a lot quicker if you’d quit squirming.” Mitsuya teases, lavender eyes flickering up and down your hips for a moment and he judges just how many more straight pins he needs to repair the zipple and fix the tear in the red satin.

When you mutter a quiet “Sorry.” Draken’s radar goes off. Not only has he heard that lilt to your voice before, the way you instantly back down from a proposition to tease back has him curious. He sets dark eyes on his friend, noting how he has the fabric pinched between skilled fingers, just below the cleft of your ass. You’re turned on by this. And he knows. The look the two of you share has your heart just about racing out of your chest. Had Mitsuya noted the way you twitched when he’d pin an area, and creep his fingers further up your ass cheek? Did he think the soft shudders racing up your legs were from anxiety?

Once all the pins are in place, he pats your thigh, and watches you climb off of your bed. “There you go. If you take it off, I can run it over to my apartment and get it fixed up to you in time for the trip to Moondance. Just pull it up and over your head to avoid getting poked.” He instructs, either playing his knowledge off, or clueless. When you dip into the bathroom to do just that, he and Draken share a look.

“Don’t get any ideas.” There’s a teasing little tone in Draken’s baritone that makes Mitsuya snort at him, as he returns the straight pins back to their container and loads them into a sewing box.

“I don’t have any ideas.” He huffs back, lips pulled up into a soft, playful smirk. There’s something oddly unspoken between the two of them, when you return and thank Mitsuya for fixing your dress on such short notice. The lavender haired man shrugs, a smile on his face.

“Guess you’ll owe me down the line. See you two later.”

When you go over to pick your dress up, Mitsuya meets you at the door with the dress thrown over one of his arms. “I replaced the zipper, and repaired the tear. Would you like to try it on really quick, just to make sure it fits well? I did have to take it in a little bit, and create a slit, so it didn’t seem obvious it was repaired, since I couldn’t find matching fabric in my stash.” You look down at Draken, scrolling through social media on his phone as he waits on his bike for you to return.

“Uh, yeah, I can do that.” His apartment is well organized and minimalist, with photos of his siblings, and the gang on the wall. He leads you to the guest bathroom and offers you the dress to take. As you slip inside, you don’t miss the look he has in his eyes, as he scans over your hips one more time. The dress fits perfectly, even with the fabric removed. There’s a long slit in the back now, that threatens to show the sheer panties you have on, and you can’t help but smile at how happy Draken is going to be, to see that.

Stepping out, you catch a whiff of freshly sprayed cologne, and look up, to find Mitsuya putting on earring in the hallway mirror, hair damp and freshly gelled.

“Does it fit alright?” He asks, watching you turn so he can admire his handy work.

“Yeah, actually. I love the slit that you added, it really brings the whole thing together. Makes it a little slutty.” You shoot him a playful grin, as you turn in place.

The way the dress cups your ass makes his cock stir, but he gives you a kind smile. You were Draken’s girl. And he was determined to respect that, no matter how much he wanted to palm your ass. “It looks good. Why don’t you go ahead down to Draken. I’m sure he’ll like what he sees.” You smile, and step closer to give him a soft thank you hug.

Draken does like what he sees. When you turn for him, he immediately cups a handful of your ass with a little grin, mumbling about how good the dress will look bunched up around your hips tonight, while he splits you open on his cock. Mitsuya catches the way the dress hikes just enough to show some thigh, as you straddle the back of Draken’s bike to head to the club. God he wants a piece of you, so badly. The way you turn, and shoot him a sweet smile has him a little lightheaded as he twirls his bike keys around one of his fingers. He really couldn’t tell if it was flirty, or playful, but he wanted to see it as he fucked you against the mattress in his apartment.

The night club is noisy and buzzing with activity, as it usually is. Mikey orders shots for the table, as he usually does. You’re pressed close to Draken, the musky scent of his cologne wafting over you, as he keeps an arm looped around your midsection. On your other side, Mitsuya nurses a whiskey sour, eyes occasionally finding the dip between your breasts that he can see, from the sweetheart neckline of your dress, while they discuss gang matters. Takemichi gets up from the table between rounds of vodka shots, to vomit, though when you’re bored, you nudge Hina’s leg with one of the heels of your shoes.

“C’mon, let’s go dance!” You yell over the crowd, shifting over Mitsuya’s lap to climb out of the circular booth. Draken catches the way Mitsuya’s eyes skim over your ass again, as it brushes his cock, on your way out. Mikey and Baji kick off with one another about whether or not to start a fight with a rival group. Smiley, of course, takes Baji’s side, and Takemichi, as always, tries to point out the facts, before he’s up, and going to puke again, poor thing. Draken eyes Mitsuya, who normally would have joined in by now, to present the pros and cons about the decision, curiously.

“What’s your take on all of this?” He asks, arms now crossed as he follows his gaze, to where you and Hina were entertaining yourselves on the dance floors. You both knew better than to venture too far into the crowd of swaying bodies or Draken would come to retrieve you. He wasn't a possessive persay, he just liked to keep you within eyesight to avoid perverts and idiots trying to dance all up with his girl.

“Huh?” he asks, snapping out of the daze he was in. Oh. The fight. Mitsuya shifts, shrugging his shoulders and looking between Baji and Mikey. “Obviously, we shouldn't uh, be hasty. I’m gonna need to do some research before we go charging in head first.” Draken cocks an eyebrow.

“We already went over intel. 5 minutes ago.” He huffs, shifting to stand up, as he slides around the red leather of the booth. “Get up. Your head isn't in the game. Let’s go have a chat.” The lavender haired man was sure he was in for it now, but he doesn’t shy away. All eyes were on the two of them, as they slipped out of the back of the club to rest along the brick in the alleyway. The air is cooler here, and not at all as hot or thick with the smells of moving bodies, alcohol, and god knows what else.

Draken digs around in his pocket for a box of smokes, taking one for himself before he offers them to Mitsuya. “You know, I owe you a favor.” He mumbles around the white base of the cigarette in his mouth, causing it to bob between his lips, as he lights it.

“You owe me quite a few favors.” Mitsuya snarks back, leaning in to light his own. He takes a couple drags, before he breathes out a puff of smoke. Draken just grunts, taking a drag of his own before he pulls it away from his lips.

“That I do. We’ve shared a lot of things too, over the years.” Mitsuya had been sure that the dark haired man had brought him out here to punch him one good time for ogling his girl, but here they were...reminiscing? “So, you like my girl?” He asks, lips twitching up when he says the title. Mitsuya takes another drag and shrugs. There were two choices. He could avoid the conversation all together. Lie, and say you reminded him of someone he knew. Or just...be honest.

“She’s pretty.” He mumbles simply puffing out a ring of smoke.

“And?” Draken asks, waiting for him to continue.

Mitsuya smiles softly, and shrugs. “She’s sweet, too. Got a nice little ass on her. I...I do. I like your wifey, Draken.”

Draken doesn’t even flinch. He simply snorts and puffs out a ring of smoke into the air in front of them. “Well, that’s good. She’s an even better slut. Loves sucking cock, and getting fucked until she can’t form a comprehensible syllable. Since, I owe you, how about we come to an agreement. You can date her. Fuck her. Dress her up in whatever you want. Get your cock sucked to your little heart’s content. Consider her, yours too. And consider my debt, repaid. Just don’t damage the merchandise.”

Mitsuya goes stiff as a board, eyes wide. “Don’t you want to, uh, run this by her first??” he asks, looking surprised as he nearly drops his own cigarette. Draken shrugs, a playful little smile on his face.

“What if I told you, I already did.” Had everything up to that point been a ploy to tease him and get him riled up? The ripped dress needing alterations, the brush against his lap as you got up, the way your sparkling eyes had found his while you ground against Hina, who was too drunk to do anything more than laugh at her friend just about humping her on the dance floor. “She’s on board. So, tonight, when we split, you can take her for a little test ride. Just don’t damage the merchandise, yeah?” He drops the smoldering butt of his cigarette to the ground and puts it out with a twist of the toe of his black boot.

Surely enough, Draken needed to take Mikey’s drunk ass home anyway, while Chifuyu loaded Takemitchi and Hina into an uber together. Smiley gave you a two fingered salute and that shit eating grin he always wore as he climbed onto his own bike. If Mitsuya was nervous, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it, as he stuck his key into the ignition, and climbed on. He offers you an outstretched hand with a kind smile.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” he questions, helping you climb on. The way your thighs hug his hips makes him swoon. As he leans back, you wrap your arms around his body, clinging to him for the impending ride.

“Maybe a bit. I’ve never done this before, but...you seem nice. And if Ryu trusts you, so do I.” You inform, voice pitched up in volume so he can hear you over the roar of his engine. He’d never heard anyone call Draken Ryu before, but god was it the sweetest. Would you come up with a nickname for him, at some point too? The entire drive home you rest your head on his shoulder, which alleviated some of his anxiety around what he was about to do with you.

Mitsuya parks his bike, and helps you off of it with a hand. You two take the steps, and again, you step into his apartment, kicking your shoes off at the door to be polite.

“So uh, how do you wanna do this?” he asks, making you laugh. A little bit of crimson starts to color his face.

“Do you ask every girl you bring home that question?” you challenge, voice even and sweet as you back him up against the wall. Vodka scented breath fans over his face, as you lean into him, smiling.

“Well no. But it isn’t every night I bring home my childhood friend’s girlfriend, either.” He whispers, hands tentatively resting on your hips as he keeps steady eye contact with you. Your eyes are beautiful, even in the low light of his living room floor lamp.

You lean in, pressing your hips to his, lips inches from his. “But I’m not just Ken’s girl.” You peck his lips once, immediately pulling away to gauge his response. “I’m your girl now, too.” That’s all it takes for Mitsuya’s resolve to snap. His hands slide further down, cupping the curves of your hips in his hands. They’re not as big, nor rough as Draken’s, but the pressure makes you mewl. He leans in, and cranes his neck downard for a fiery kiss. Lips moving in sync, the two of you take awkward, wobbly steps over to the couch, where Mitsuya is quick to drop you against the plush surface. He breaks the kiss, only to lift your legs by the backs of your knees, folding you up and spreading your legs, to wedge himself in between. Rather than going for your plump lips, Mitsuya dips his head low, licking, and sucking, and biting at the soft skin of your neck, pulling moan after moan from your lips, now smeared with the remnants of your ruby lipstick. You tangle fingers in his streaked tresses, and tug softly, groaning his name. You knew the rules, and you were sure Draken had laid them out explicitly, and yet, here Mitsuya was, leaving red, love bites all down the column of your throat and over your clavicle.

“You’re...you’re not supposed to.” you whine, arching your hips into his growing hard on as he continues to trail into the low cut neckline of your dress to suckle at the fat of your breasts.

“Don’t care.” Mitsuya pants. He loved bruises. He loved leaving girls marked up to prove that they belonged to him. “You’re mine too.” Draken was similar in that way. You’d spent many a morning with a makeup sponge dotting cover up over purple splotches left behind by your usually territorial boyfriend. Men, and their need to leave behind proof that they had made someone cum. Neck thoroughly nipped and suckled, Mitsuya stands, wiping saliva from his mouth and offering his hand to you.

His bedroom is spotless, though the area where he does his sewing is a disaster, with a large embroidery machine sitting atop a desk, next to a smaller sewing machine. Mitsuya kicks the door shut behind him, and instantly, he’s on you, tugging your dress up and over your head. He takes you in, eyes wandering up and down your body like an animal about to eviscerate its prey. With a pointed nudge, you lay backwards, flopping against the bed. Mitsuya slips a finger into the waistband of your panties before he yanks them down. He can tell, by the large dark spot that you’re just as horny for him, as he is for you, and that only spurs him on.

Down on his knees and face to face with the slick petals of your pussy, he licks his lips, and hikes your legs over his shoulders. A sweet coo of Suya from your lips only spurs him on, as he leans forward and slurps your clit into his mouth. Your head tilts backwards, as liquid pleasure starts to rush through your veins, and you lift your hips to meet his lips with a groan.

“No no, patience.” he mumbles, turning his head to sink his teeth into the fat of your thighs as punishment for your squirming. Everytime you lift your hips, trying to get just a little more friction against your clit, he pulls away, leaving reddening marks along the cusps of your thighs for Draken to find tomorrow.

He sits back to admire his handiwork, a smear of your juices coating his lips and chin that makes you squirm. Mitsuya stands and sheds his shirt, pants, and boxers. You watch his cock spring free. Mitsuya is not nearly as long as Draken, but what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth and…

“A piercing?” You wonder aloud, making another charming smile split his face. There are three bar shaped piercings along the bottom of his cock, that only make you wetter.

“Mhmm. Got it a year ago.” He hums simply, eyes flickering towards his nightstand. “You on the pill?” The idea of sending you home to Draken full of his cum makes his eyes flutter closed for a moment. “I’m clean.”

You bob your head in affirmation, unable to tear your eyes away from the silver piercings, glinting when they catch the light. With a grin, he reaches down to grip his cock, fingers dancing over the silver metal protruding from his skin. “Like what you see?” He teases, though there is a good natured lilt to his voice that makes your already intense blush, darken.

Pressing a hand to your shoulder to get you to recline, Mitsuya slides a single finger up and down your sex, watching at your slick gathers along the pad of his pointer finger. He hums, head tilted just slightly, analyzing you, before he suddenly plunges two fingers into your pussy, quickly, watching as your body arches and twitches. You gasp, breath stuttering out in surprise.

“S-Suya!” You croon, head pushed backwards. With the way he’d been eating you out, you were already on the verge of cumming, and he knew that. Mitsuya says nothing, as he fucks you with two fingers, and curls them, so the pads press just along the spongy part inside of you that makes you see stars. Harsh pants push past your lips as you circle your own hickie dotted breast to find your nipple.

“Need a little more?” He asks, ever so willing to give, as he swats your hand away, and twists your nipple roughly between his fingers. When he tugs, in time with a direct brush to your g spot, the band in your belly snaps, and you gush around his digits, whining and squirming as your orgasm rushes over you, like a tidal wave. “Atta girl...good girl.” Mitsuya coos, listening to the noisy squelch as he fucks you through your orgasm. He scissors his fingers, making sure you’re stretched enough to take a dick, fatter than the one that had been fucking you for the last 6 months. You shudder from the term of endearment, chest heaving as you suck in quick breaths. He pulls his fingers slowly from your cunt, enjoying the soft pop from how tight you are. A hum leaves his lips as he suckles your essence from his fingers, pleased with the taste. Next time, he’d have to make you cum on his tongue instead.

Mitsuya is slow, and calculated, as he grips his cock his his hand, and folds your legs towards your chest. Draken didn’t brag about his sexual conquests the way Mikey and Baji usually did. He’d never once heard about how tight, or wet, your pussy was, and now, he understood why. The way your walls tensed, as he slowly pushed into you was driving him insane. You cursed under your breath, light, breathy whines filtering between soft pants of fuck and shit. Each little bulge of a piercing drags along your insides, giving you a layer of pleasure that rockets you way too close to cumming.. Mitsuya shushes you holding your calves in his hands, as he finally bottoms out.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sweet and caring in a way that makes your heart flutter, and your pussy clench around him. “Is this position painful?” Draken had a habit of taking your small body and bending it whichever way he wanted while he was fucking you, causing you to become very flexible, very quickly.

“Mmmm okay.” You slur back, squirming a little. “Fuck me. Please. ‘m yours.” Hearing it said aloud, really makes Mitsuya groan.

“You bet your ass you are.” He huffs, pulling his hips away from you, and leaving you empty, before he slides back in, watching your lips part in a silent moan. Taking his time, Mitsuya builds the speed of his thrusts, alternating between rough, quick rolls of his hips, with a slowed push of his cock inside of you, filling you up and emptying you over and over again, to a symphony of your sweet mewls and moans.

“Whose are you?” he asks, voice dropped low with arousal as he fucks you a little quicker. When you ramble, struggling to form a sentence from the impending orgasm blocking your brain from working, Mitsuya slaps your ass, hard. Immediately you suck in a gasp, nails digging into the sheets and toes curling. Draken was afraid of his own strength sometimes, so he avoided giving you any excess pain unless you begged, but the pleasure merging with the pain of the spank on your ass goes straight to your aching clit.

“M-Mitsu.” You whimper, over the obscene sounds of your slick coating his cock.

“Can’t hear you. Whose are you?” he asks again, spanking your ass harder, sure that he’s going to leave red handprints in his wake.

“Mitsuya’s. Yours. Yours, daddy.” You ramble, trailing off into a slew of random syllables as your velvety walls start to clench. Two more quick thrusts, and your climax races up your spine, shooting down your limbs and making you tremble. Breathless and whiny, you barely get out a high pitched Suya, as you cream around him, leaving a ring of pale white cream gathering at the base everytime he pushes into you again, fucking you through it.

“That’s it. You’re mine. Oh fuck, you’re mine.” He chants, between grunts, pausing to pin you to the mattress, as your eyes flutter. He cums, shooting rope after rope of white hot cum inside of your pussy. A bit of it squelches out of you, as he fucks it closer to your cervix, over and over again, riding out his own orgasm. The two of you pant together, sweaty and exhausted, as he releases your legs and lets them flop down bonelessly onto the mattress.

Untangling from one another is a slow endeavor, but once you’re separated, you both tiredly wobble off to the shower, where Mitsuya can see the marks he left behind already starting to darken, as he scrubs you from head to toe in lavender scented body wash. The two of you cuddle up together, your face pressed against his bare chest, as you inhale the scent of body wash and his natural, deep musk. Mitsuya lulls you off to sleep, as he pets your hair, and hums softly. He only allows himself to slip into unconsciousness when he hears soft little snores coming from your parted lips. In the morning, you take in the splotches and bite marks between your legs and along your neck. Since your make up was still at home and you hadn’t remembered to pack an overnight bag, you’d have to go to the meeting to meet back up with Draken with very obvious hickies on your neck, chest and thighs, but Mitsuya didn’t seem all that worried about it. He lent you a pair of his sweats (though way too big) and a hoodie, and helped you onto his bike with a kind smile, very chipper, despite the fact that he was going to turn you over to your other boyfriend, very bruised.

Your cheeks reddened as you strolled into the Toman hideout. Baji noticed you first, and lifted a hand to wave at you, only to pause when he spotted Mitsuya behind you, and the dark marks on your neck. Mikey looks up, but says nothing, a knowing little grin playing on his face, when Mitsuya sits, and you plop yourself onto his lap. When Draken enters, his dark eyes roam over you from head to toes. Immediately, a dark eyebrow arches, but he says nothing. Instead, he sits next to Mikey, and raises a finger to becon you over to him, where you take your normal seat in his lap. A hand finds purchase on your hip, sliding down to cup your ass cheek, though he is surprised when you jolt in pain. Again, he says nothing, face just as flat as when he’d strolled in. For the entire meeting, he keeps a large hand on your ass cheek, eyes occasionally flickering over to Mitsuya. As the meeting disbands, and the table empties, Draken stares directly at Mitsuya and asks him to stay over. Baji and Mikey just about run out with Smiley and Takemichi close behind, their loud whispers diminishing as they rush out to gossip like teenagers.

Draken tilts your head, pulling the hood off to expose the bruised skin of your neck. “Do you know what don’t means?.” Draken huffs, a thumb trailing over a dark love bite. “I can get you a dictionary if that would help you understand what don’t damage her means.”

“Well, if we’re going to share, I feel it’s only fair that I get my stake in this too, and I’d like to have the freedom to mark her as much as I please.” You feel the way Draken tenses. Had Mitsuya pushed him too far? Instead, he makes you stand, and yanks the baggy sweats down , gesturing to your red ass cheeks. You gasp and blush, shooting a glare up at your boyfriend for his behavior. “And this?”

“She needed a little something to wake her up.” he explains with a shrug. For a moment, they stare at each other down, before Draken turns to look you in the eye.

“Did you like being marked by Mitsuya?” You cock your head at Draken and nod, glare falling into a look of confusion.

“It was...really nice.” You admit, rubbing your thighs together to give yourself a little bit of friction. Draken sighs softly, cupping your cheek. If you wanted it, he couldn’t forbid it. He’d do anything for you, including letting Mitsuya bite and spank you. Even if it did rub him the wrong way.

“Fine. You can….mark her. But you need to use a safe word from now on.” He had an odd fear of you getting hurt during sex, and had created a safe word with you the first time the two of you had sex. Mitsuya finds it adorable how quick Draken is to bend to your will, without you even needing to bed. “Now get out.” He huffs, aware that the conversation is turning you on, with a plan to alleviate that problem, right here, right now, with your back flat against the hideout table.

“See ya later, pretty girl.” Mitsuya hums with a playful little wink that serves to make your face turn scarlet. The blush only makes him grin harder as he heads out, satiated, and maybe in love with more than just you.

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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years

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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see.

Katsuki had to try it out.

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead?

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there!

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now.

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams.

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person.

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut.

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink.

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red.

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon.

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop.

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece.

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled.

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head.

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent.

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table.

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered.

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease.

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil.

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs.

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima.

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead.

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears.

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando.

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him.

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites.

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot.

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission.

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely.

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling.

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him.

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times.

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again.

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down.

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well.

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it.

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake.

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome.

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust.

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down.

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more.

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle.

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher.

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted.

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum.

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle.

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings.

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cno-inbminor · 3 years

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iterum vivere (childe/tartaglia)

a/n: wow, it’s been fucking forever. first genshin fic featuring childe/tartaglia!!! a very huge thank you to @suspensin for reading this over and being my rock and support, and i love her so fucking much. I couldn’t have finished this without her!

plot: reincarnation and modern/uni!au ft. afab reader!traveler with she/they pronouns x childe/tartaglia

-- in which meeting childe is a bit of a dangerous game of push and pull

wc: 12.1k; angst + fluff

warnings: DOES CONTAIN IN-GAME SPOILERS (1.5? 1.6? + story quest and idek) and NSFW MENTIONS (mdni to be safe). there’s no explicit smut but thoughts do run a bit wild here and there

EDIT: Altered ChiLumi version now posted on AO3 here!

“Haven’t we met before?”

The shine in your eyes does nothing to hide your curiosity, head even tilting a little in observation. He watches them scan his face for any recognizable features, but attempts to focus on the strange, taut string of déjà vu that pulls him toward you. In a moment of absentmindedness, he had heard a faint voice call out his name from your direction. Confusion overtook him as you weren’t looking at him, but something inside his brain said that it had to be from you. And so his feet redirected his path towards your figure in the student union building, as if on a mission.

“A fucking whale, Childe?”

Oh.

“I don’t think so…?” You trail off, curiosity now replaced by perplexed feelings. “Do we have a class together?”

I think I would’ve noticed you by now if you were.

“Ah, what’s your major?” Childe asks quickly to avoid listening to the little voice in his head.

“History and anthropology, you?”

“Economics, but I’ve taken a history course for core credits. Maybe it was then?”

“With Dr. Zhong?”

“Yes!” He snaps his fingers. Part of his brain decides to usefully function and scan his memories to see if he remembers your face or head of hair in the lecture hall then. “Last year? Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10 to 11:20?”

“Actually, yeah,” you affirm in surprise. You think you would remember the relatively attractive ginger in your class, but honestly, it had all been such a blur and you were often pretty sleepy during class. Dr. Zhong didn’t quite appreciate it, but you made up for it with your exam and essay grades, as well as paying better attention in some of his other courses.

“Did you need me for anything?”

“I’d like for you to come visit and meet my family.”

He’s really not appreciating this extra voice speaking for him.

“Well…uh…” Childe stammers and looks away sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He honestly had no reason for approaching you, and now, he just looks like a desperate idiot. Think quick, he tells himself, floundering for some shitty excuse.

“I wanted to, uh, take another history course as an elective and um, wanted to know if you had any recommendations?”

“Oh,” you blink. That’s a first. When he meets your gaze, the swirling shades of sapphire strike something deep within you. Flashes of events you can’t make out go by in the blink of an eye, but then you realize you’ve been staring for too long. Blood rushes to your cheeks because you don’t exactly want this guy to get the wrong idea from you, because how are you supposed to explain, “I’m sorry, but I think we have met before, but just a really, really long time ago, and we might’ve been more than just acquaintances because that’s what it feels like?”

“I think you’d like Teyvat Mythology,” your voice wavers on the verge of cracking. “Dr. Zhong might have a TA this time around, but Xiao’s a great teacher. Doesn’t have long, rambling anecdotes, but explains things well and gets straight to the point.”

“C-cool, I’ll look into it,” Childe replies and smiles brightly. “I’ll head out then,” jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, where he just realized he left a grouchy Scaramouche waiting by a vending machine, newly purchased Starbucks Tripleshot drink in hand. “Nice seeing you, (y/n).”

He scurries off before you both realize that you never told him your name.

“Who’s that?” Scaramouche asks, jutting his chin in your vague direction.

“Someone from my Intro to Liyuean History course last year,” Childe waves off. “Come on, let’s go before the line at the pasta bar gets too long.”

The next time you see Childe is by accident, traversing across an open field of grass that many students like to sit out on to relax with friends, sunbathe, hold events, or play casual team sports if room permits.

You had your earbuds in and were scrolling through social media when laughter rang above all other sound, causing your head to snap up and swivel around to find the source. And while it might’ve been strange to an outsider, your steps immediately slowed as you watched the man of your tiring, vivid dreams sprint in your direction, eyes pinned on a frisbee heading towards him.

He’s wearing a grey sports tank and basketball shorts, headband holding back his bangs as he makes a slight jump in the air to catch the plastic disc between his palms. His feet plant into the grass as he looks for someone to pass it to, and you watch (with embarrassment) the muscles in his throwing arm relax and tighten with practice, frisbee steadily soaring through the air in a beautiful arc towards a teammate. He then lightly jogs to get closer to his group, but then his back stiffens.

Before your instincts kick in for you to turn and bail, he looks over his shoulder and stares straight at your now stunned self.

The sole ruby earring that glints in the sunlight catches your attention, and you recall your dreams of terrifyingly dark, violet electric power, blades of water rushing toward you, and then the stomach-churning sensation of falling from great heights pours concrete into your veins—

Childe looks a little amused for having your sole focus, hand lifting up for a quick wave. And as you numbly return the greeting, your heart beats out, “Run from him.”

And so with the flight response pulsing and firing from your synapses, you abruptly speed walk away, almost breaking out into a sprint towards your dorm. You ignore his pointed, confused look, and pretend you don’t feel the two holes of imaginary fire searing into your back. It isn’t until you’re laying back in bed that you release a huge sigh of relief and pray to a deity you don’t believe in that those eyes of mirth will not haunt you tonight.

But of course, with a deity that doesn’t exist, the prayers go unanswered.

“Do you believe in any of the mythology you teach?” You ask Xiao about a few days later when you stop by his cubicle. Luckily, no one else is around for this conversation, and Xiao has always been kind enough to humor your thoughts. Granted, he might feel obligated because you had asked Dr. Zhong to be your advisor for your undergraduate Honors thesis, and Xiao was directed to be your receiver of some general questions and source of information if he wasn’t around.

A quick scan of your complexion tells Xiao everything he needs to know. Your eyes are overtaken with rumination and exhaustion, haziness clouding them as you seem to ponder over your own question. It’s not often that you ask him anything not related to your thesis or coursework.

“Perhaps there’s some sense and truth to the tales passed down,” he softly muses. “What makes you ask?”

You lift yourself to sit on the clean area next to his computer, legs slowly swaying back and forth. “It might sound crazy but...I’ve been having dreams lately. They feel too real, too natural to be anything that my mind would make up. I’ve never had the most creative imagination by any means, which is why there’s some comfort to me being a history major, but I can’t shake these.”

“So why ask me about the mythology?”

“...the Archons are there. I even dreamt that I met the Geo and Anemo Archons. And they controlled various elements, just like we were taught.”

You don’t notice that Xiao has ceased his rapid typing, fingers hovering over the keyboard before one hand removes his glasses from his face. He uses the other to rub his eyes and softly pinch the bridge of his nose before sliding the frames back on. Dark, golden amber eyes survey you as you grapple with the unfathomable possibilities of your nightly visions, at least until you shake your head in disbelief at yourself and lightly scoff.

“Who am I kidding?” You ask no one in particular. “Maybe I’ve been doing too much research and everything’s mixing together.”

“You’re ahead of schedule, if that provides any consolation.”

“Some.”

It takes Childe a grand total of one minutes and 53 seconds to sign up for Teyvat Mythology for the spring semester.

WInter in Liyue is only slightly miserable, being so close to the ocean. It’s chillier than usual on this dreary day, yet something compelled you to exit your dorm and shakily make your way to the campus coffee shop for a warm drink. Coffee, hot chocolate, you haven’t quite decided yet, but just as you let yourself bask in the warm building, familiar ginger hair and blue eyes wash away the comfort.

Or do they douse you in security?

They remind you of your recent dreams that now have shifted away from stress and violence to easygoing summer days by the oceanside, running barefoot in the sand while collecting beautifully patterned azure starconches. Sometimes, you thrust a hand towards an oversized four-leaf clover on a wooden stake with the power of wind and catch yourself in the air, soaring and looking around to find more of the little shells. Other nights, they consist of climbing steep cliffs, only to sit at the edge in the clouds with fatigue wracking through your system and marvel at the view before you.

Someone’s always with you though, ruby earring and maroon mask and cobalt blue gem hanging from the waist, sprinting with you, playfully tackling you down, pulling you up towards mountain peaks, laying their head on your shoulders, brushing their lips against your cheek--

You welcome the change of peace in those dreams, but only because they don’t leave you quite as tired the next day, as if you’d been avoiding an inescapable dark force.

Part of you wants the burning question of why this person, this man, in all his glory and brightness, affects you so fucking much when you barely even know the guy -- why looking at him sends your heart to lodge itself in your esophagus, why your lungs feel like they’re so close to being completely collapsed under the weight of his stare, why feeling like you’re trapped and caught between wanting to run towards yet away from him. It makes no sense, and you’re tired of trying to make sense of anything you don’t exactly want to remember from your dreams for some, once again, inexplicable reason.

But there’s no time to think as he quickly ambles towards you, your own feet shuffling forward to meet him in a warped reference of a distance that constitutes to “the middle” before you can stop yourself. Your shivering hasn’t quite stopped yet, and Childe seems to take notice of it.

“Pretty cold out there,” he softly states. It’s cute, the way you’re curling in on yourself to retain some warmth.

“Y-yeah, not sure why I decided I really needed something warm to drink right now,” you reply and avoid his gaze. He watches you peer over his shoulder to squint at the menu display hanging from the ceiling, seemingly contemplating on what you should get.

“How about I get yours today? My treat for your class recommendation last time.” Anything to keep you here longer. Childe doesn’t realize how much he’s missed you, which confuses him, and chooses to ignore the fact that he’d been camping himself at the study tables in the building where the history department is located in hopes of even just catching a quick glimpse of you.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you immediately attempt to subvert his generous offer, hands shooting out from your jacket pockets and waving in rejection. “It was nothing.”

“Please?” Childe puts on his best puppy eyes before reaching for one of your wrists, gently tugging you to the register. “Just this once?”

You want so badly to squash the tiny flare of disappointment that erupts in your chest from the newly acquired knowledge that this was just a one time thing. Do econ majors hate to feel in debt? That they must be even with everyone, or would rather have people indebted to them than the other way around?

There’s no time to think when Childe gives the cashier his order before turning to you, and without wanting to waste anyone’s time, you rattle off your usual beverage. He’s quick in fishing out his student ID to spend some of his campus currency, shooting you a boyish grin when you pout at your half-opened wallet.

“Go take that table over there,” he says, pointing to one in the corner by some windows. “I’m gonna tell my friends to go on without me.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude or pull you away from them,” you slightly panic. The sooner you can leave, the better. Right? “You don’t need to sit with me, I was just gonna head back to my dorm.”

“I insist. Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Why your brain takes his orders over your own is a mystery in and of itself, because before you know it, you’re plopped down in one of the lounge seats and staring off into space, mind reeling over the last two minutes. You pretend you can’t hear the way Childe’s friends nudge his arm playfully with their shoulders, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively as Childe tries to get them to stop being nonsensical.

“You’re gonna scare them off,” he hisses at them, hands pushing at their backs so they could finally leave him to his devices.

“Not before you do!” One of them laughs and Childe groans at their antics. “All right, all right, we’ll go. They’re cute though, might steal them if you don’t make a move.”

The darkening of the aura surrounding Childe is too quick for them to fully process, not before he dampens any of their fleeting hopes with a, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

But it disappears just as fast when his and your drinks are called out, and he gives them one last shove before retrieving your to-go cups. Childe directs all his focus towards the seat diagonally from yours as opposed to the one that’s straight across, and you’re sharply ripped away from whatever reverie you let yourself slip into.

“Thank you,” you murmur, hands cupping the drink and feeling the heat seep into your fingertips. “You really didn’t have to, it was nothing big.”

“Can you blame me for just trying to find an excuse to finally talk to you?” He asks without a skip and you can’t tell if the quickening of your heartbeat is from a looming sense of doom or excitement. Those eyes, the tiny swirls of the ocean, blue like those shells buried in the sand--

It takes three seconds too long for you to understand where he was going with in his words, and part of you feels unamused at his smooth talking. You’ve always guarded yourself against guys like Childe, devilishly handsome who know their way around language semantics, ready to pull you in and just as ready to push you away. That (possibly unfair) bias, coupled with everything else you’ve been feeling for him, sounded the alarms and set the walls up around your heart. Perhaps you need to stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, because Childe immediately retracts his forwardness.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise I’m not looking for anything in return and you don’t owe me anything, but I really did just...want to sit and talk and...get to know you?” Childe trails off a little towards the end. Your body loosens up and relaxes just a tiny bit, feeling bad for your snap judgment. Let the guy do something nice, don’t look into it too much, you tell yourself. It’s a coffee, not a five-course dinner.

You reach out a hand towards him, small smile across your lips, ready for his to join yours in a quick handshake. “I’m (y/n), senior history and anthropology double major. It’s nice to meet you.”

The pounding of your heart against your ribcage has nothing to do with the shimmering of his eyes, nothing to do with the fact that his hand fits with yours just right, and nothing to do with the fact that an eerily similar voice from your dreams whispers, “I love you.”

You learn a number of things about Tartaglia in the four hours, like his family members and their respective interests, which classes he did and didn’t enjoy taking, certain takes on Schnezhnayan politics, his own various hobbies, crazy accidents from the occasional college parties, and more. He’s a bit of an open book, probably telling you way more than any regular person would, and definitely more than anything you revealed during all this time. Everything you tell him seems surface level, nothing too deep. The walls are still there to protect you from the unexplainable, profound feelings his presence seems to elicit, and luckily, he doesn’t prod any further. Childe feels the resistance and respects it, which just adds more brownie points in your book, and you almost feel bad for having given so little in return.

“I wish we were taking Teyvat Myth together,” he sighs when walking you back to your dorm, hands stuffed in his pockets. His ruby earring catches the light from the sunset, the shade almost complimentary to the golden amber rays that streak across the sky. “Would’ve helped having a history major in there.”

“Is that all I am to you, an answer bank?” You jokingly ask, but he watches concerningly as you shoot your gaze to the ground, mindfully stepping over the cracks between concrete slabs.

“Of course not,” a gentle sincerity reaches you, giving you the confidence to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry for making it sound like that, it wasn’t my intention. I really just meant it as a way of saying if the professor or TA ended up being a total bore, then well, having you would make it more fun.”

“I’m sure I’d bore you even more,” chuckling, speeding up to get away. You’re growing too comfortable in whatever atmosphere Childe has created, like an enclosed air bubble bobbing gently in the depths of the sea and letting the waves carry you both to whichever ends of the earth.

“Hey,” he interjects, hand reaching out to stop you with a soft yank of your wrist. There is no resisting force from you, feet stepping backward until he meets you eye to eye. It’s unfair in the way that he can render you motionless by standing just an inch from you, arms brushing with his head tilted closer to your own. “Seriously, I’m glad we did this today. Are you?”

No, because now I don’t know what to think, I don’t know who you are, I’m not any closer to figuring out why you terrify yet leave me so enamoured with you, I’m torn between punching and kissing you and--

“Yes,” you subconsciously answer, brain immediately short-circuiting to scold yourself. “I had fun.”

His grin, charming, devilish, is so so bright, bright enough to rival the Liyue sun that sits on the pier, on the edge of the ocean, bright enough to rival the love that your fraternal twin showers you with on a daily basis. You want time to stop right here because you’re almost sick of the voice settled deep within your heart that screams, “Don’t get comfortable, you must run from him!”

“Good. Let’s do this again?” And you nod, of course you do. Foolish you. “Don’t be a stranger!” He calls out as he turns on his heel and waves over his shoulder, hand raised in the air, and you’re suddenly transported to another scene, a less refined version of the Liyue Harbor, watching as the head of ginger hair with a red mask in a flashier attire of grey and maroon walks away from you and onto a roaring, magnificent ship; big, ivory sails only seen in books and museums. It’s the same gesture of “see you later”, and just before he turns, you blink, and you’re back to seeing your campus again.

But Childe does look back once, warm and content that you’re still standing there, watching over him, and he can’t help but think about when he can spend time with you again, because suddenly, it truly feels like there’s not enough of it anymore.

“Excuse me, what’s a Red Bull?”

The last thing, or person rather, you expect to see on the last day of finals for the fall semester, is a small boy who looks way too young to be here, tugging on the sleeve of your windbreaker. He’s at most eleven, ten maybe, but he has eerily similar characteristics, as well as an accent that doesn’t quite belong to most Liyue natives. Still gathering your bearings from your own perusing of the fridges that hold all the possible beverages a college student could consume, you kneel down until you’re at eye level with the child.

“Repeat that for me? Are you looking for a Red Bull, you say?”

“Yes!” He beams and holds out a student ID that most definitely doesn’t belong to him. “My brother asked me to grab him one because he was busy with something.”

Your eyes flit over to the top shelves where the aforementioned cans of caffeine are located, and definitely too high for someone of his height to reach. “I’ll grab one for you. Did he ask for a specific flavor?”

“Nope, he said regular. Thanks, you’re really nice! Do you know my brother?” He asks, waving the ID at you so you can get a better look at the name. That’s definitely a face you recognize, but the name leaves you confused.

“Yeah, um,” glance over again, “I know...Ajax…”

“He’s the best toy seller in the whole world!”

Somehow, it suits him much better than Childe or Tartaglia, and you’re not quite sure what toys have anything to do with the matter at hand. Speaking of hands, the little boy grabs yours in sheer delight. “Can you take me back to his room? I kinda forgot the directions he told me, and everything’s so big around here.”

“Sure, just let me buy something, too, and I’ll take you.”

“Okay!”

The cashier isn’t the least bit fazed by the little brunette at your side -- it’s always common for family members to come in around the end of semesters to pick up kids or visit, and being an open building with snacks and drinks and a stopping point of most tours, they’ve seen it all. You even let him pick out a bag of chips and a candy bar for himself for being so polite and not a complete menace, paying with your own campus currency.

Teucer, as you’ve learned in the last two minutes, likes to point out things and ask you questions. Luckily, you have answers to most of them and do your best to pad the time, enjoying the feeling of a tiny hand wrapped around three of your fingers. It’s sweet to any normal passerby, believing they’re witnessing an older sister doting on their little brother around the holidays, but to Childe, seeing the tender sweetness on your face as you nod along to whatever Teucer is rambling about to you, sets his heart aflame. He’s already constantly on the verge of wanting to hug and kiss you and never let go, but you haven’t made any indication that you could potentially like him back, and this is just torture.

“Look what they bought me!” Teucer shoves his rewards in Childe’s face as if he had extremely poor eyesight, and you can’t help but laugh a little as you set his Red Bull down on his desk, clutching your own preferred beverage while looking around his room. Finals must have gotten to him with the unusual lack of tidiness in the small space, some laundry strewn here and there, a couple boxes of eaten microwave dinners in the metal wire trash can, some textbooks left open and marked with more sticky notes than you’ve ever seen. You’d only been here once before to drop off some food that he desperately messaged you about, stuck doing a project that he just couldn’t step away from.

“Pretend you don’t see the mess,” Childe pleads, handing a kid tablet to his brother but holding on before Teucer can take it. “What do you say to our nice friend here for buying you these snacks?”

“Thank you!”

“It was nothing,” you shyly smile, ruffling his hair. “I enjoyed meeting you.”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Okay, (y/n)! Wait…(y/n)..as in…”

Teucer trails off and gives a look to his brother, one that spells curiosity and trouble, before he grabs your hand and pulls you into a corner. Any movement Childe makes to leave his desk chair is immediately squashed by Teucer’s disapproval, and the older man is left to helplessly worry when you’re told to squat down so secrets can be whispered into your ear.

“He talks about you a lot whenever he calls home,” and you want to laugh at Tecuer’s attempt to sound as scandalous as possible. “All the time! I think he likes you, like, like like.”

Oh. Oh dear.

“What makes you say that?” You whisper back, indulging both yourself and him, yet also internally snickering at how troubled Childe looks.

“Sometimes, he video calls mama, but we’ll all sit around and talk, and whenever he’s talking about how he saw you or something, he just looks...happy. Really happy.”

The surprise on your face does nothing to settle Childe’s nerves and he’s about to start wringing his hands together. Whatever Teucer was telling you couldn’t be good, probably embarrassing, like the one time he unceremoniously fell on his ass while ice skating over a frozen lake, or when he tried fitting fifteen marshmallows in his mouth and nearly choked on them when their mother caught them in the act, or--

“I think he just thinks of me as a good friend,” you try to inform Teucer, not letting yourself get any semblance of hope. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you say so,” Teucer pouts. But then he stops whispering and bounds over back to his brother, grabbing the tablet before plopping down on the half-made bed.

“Look, I was overconfident and thought I could execute a perfect single loop on the ice, but there was a rock and I lost balance and--”

“I wasn’t being told any stories about you falling on ice, but do tell me more,” you chuckle and take some joy in watching the blush spread across his cheeks. It’s easy to tell that he’s mentally berating himself for jumping to conclusions.

“Well, first off, thanks for buying him all that, and my drink, too,” he sighs. “I spoil him enough as it is.”

“I can see why it’s hard not to,” you smile knowingly. “So is it just him here? Where’s the rest of your family?”

“Funny story, he somehow managed to convince my parents to let him come here on his own as his first ever plane flight, so I had to pick him up yesterday from the airport. He’s flying back with me tomorrow.”

“And the RA?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah...well...what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him? Speaking of, what was Teucer whispering to you about?”

There’s a pensiveness that overtakes you when you look at Teucer again, who’s happily playing some sort of game and completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. You won’t, can’t, take his words to heart, and will take them with a grain of salt at most.

“Nothing important. Although I did learn something new...Ajax?”

“Say my name -- fuck, say it, please--”

“I guess cat’s out of the bag,” he chuckles and looks away, absolutely unaware of the flare of heat that swirls in your stomach from the fleeting vision just now. “I came up with other nicknames as a kid to seem cooler, and they just stuck with me. Plus, the business world is full of people who just want something from you, or just a transactional relationship. I’d rather not give my real name to them, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s fair,” you nod and lean to sit on the edge of his desk. A thought pops into your head and you turn the words over in your head like a washing machine on the spin setting, teeth gnawing on the flesh of your bottom lip. If Teucer hadn’t been in the room, he would’ve been this close to kissing you.

“But if it’s worth anything,” your voice slowly, softly starts, cautious and wary of your thoughts. “I think...Ajax suits you best.”

Curse fate. Curse the legendary Archons. Curse karma and deities and spirits because all he wants to do right now is stand and tower over you, trap you between himself and his desk so you can’t escape, take those pretty lips between his until they’re bruised and swollen because of him, hear you call out his name in the throes of pleasure so he can finally replace his fantasies with tangible memories. The unnatural, magnetic pull that draws him to you is unbearable now -- he feels like he’ll lose the last tendrils of his sanity if he doesn’t do something.

You can’t stop him from slowly reaching out to grab one of your hands, lifting it towards him until he’s close enough for you to feel his breath ghost over your knuckles. It sends a shiver down your spine and blood is pounding in your ears because you can’t begin to fathom what he’s thinking about while doing this, even more so when his lips make contact with your skin and your breath hitches, stuck in your throat as he languidly peeks at you beneath his eyelashes with a heated gaze, then lowly confessing, “My name sounds best when you say it.”

Good heavens.

It’s difficult to swallow and keep your composure, especially when Teucer yells out in glee over, what you can assume, beating something in his game, and Childe drops your hand. But his dilated pupils don’t retract in the slightest, refusing to let you look away so that maybe, you can understand what he’s trying to convey to you. He’s taking the first step because he’s terrible and can’t contain his self-control anymore, pushing the ball into your court, ready for you to either play or exit into the sidelines.

When you do blink, there’s a vision of your naked body wrapped around another, limbs clinging desperately to a sturdy and panting frame. Lips, much like the ones that have seared themselves onto your knuckles, are at your neck and sucking, biting, before moving to your ear and laying filthy words into them that drive you closer to the edge. It all happens so fast that you feel you’ve just experienced whiplash, yet also feeling secondhand embarrassment at how lewd some of these thoughts have been.

You can’t stay here any longer.

“I-I have to go,” spills off your tongue before you can really think about it. The way the haze shatters in his eyes is heartbreaking in its own way, but there’s no time for you to explain. Your brain is in overdrive and eager to run, run, run. It detects danger on all fronts, but you muster out a, “H-have a good break, come find me next semester, mmk?”

And you’re out the door with inhuman speed. When the door clicks shut, only then does Teucer look up from his screen and frown at the lack of your presence. “Where’d they go?”

Chlide doesn’t seem to hear him, and Teucer has never seen his big brother look so sad and confused before.

He holds on to that last tendril of hope, because mark his words, he will find you come January.

After about a week at home, enjoying the festive time with his family and mildly unconcerned about next year’s courses because that was a problem for another day, Childe has his first, crazy, nonsensical dream.

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he snaps awake and his body aches with exhaustion. Not only are his joints in agony, he also feels like he’s sporting unforeseen bruises, which makes absolutely no sense because he hasn’t done anything that would warrant them, no matter how much he and his brothers do some rough-housing. His night of sleep was all consumed by flashes and scenes of weapon fighting, lucid enough to remember feeling his arms flex and wield bows and double-headed polearms and being cognizant of all the enemies??? surrounding him. They ranged from deranged looking monsters, floating beings with soulless masks, and large humans in electricity-padded armor, to behemoth machines in the sky that could leave you within an inch of your life thanks to a drill for a hand?!

But what’s even worse is that you seem to have managed a deal with Morpheus himself and infiltrated his dreams. You were there, too, sometimes fighting with him, sometimes against him, much to his dismay, and while it was nice, he just didn’t get it. Why the friendliness and hostility? Why was there an anger that overtook him when looking directly at you, parrying your blade and sending harmful arcs of water toward your figure?

Why did he relish the fear in your eyes when he darted towards you with electricity cracking through the air?

There’s an overwhelming sensation now to grab his phone to text you and apologize -- for what, he can’t fathom and there are no words to accurately convey what he’s thinking. “Hey, sorry for wanting to kill you in my dream :( “? Or “Sorry for being a friend but then stabbing you in the back, but then being nice to you again”?

And the only thing that really made sense was the serenity and contentment that would course through his veins as the two of you danced around on ivory sandy beaches, picking up shiny blue starconches and taking down more weird creatures; the breathlessness when you would fall back into the water and re-emerge to reconfirm his beliefs that you were one of the most beautiful humans he’d ever laid his eyes on; the love--

Hold the fuck up.

He doesn’t love you. He likes you a whole lot and he’s severely and deathly attracted to you, but he doesn’t love you. Your existence has only been made known to him for about two months, and he didn’t really start talking to you until three weeks in. So no matter how comfortable he feels with you, no matter how much he wishes that you were sleeping peacefully next to him so his nights wouldn’t feel so lonely, it was too early, too hasty, to say that he loves you.

“I’ve been wondering, why didn’t you bring them home?” His mother asks him out of nowhere during breakfast, all to add to this extremely tumultuous roller-coaster morning he’s been having. All he wants to do is eat his bowl of milk and cereal, then potentially go back to sleep before fulfilling his promise to go with his siblings to the nearby skating rink. It takes everything in him to not choke on his spoon of grains.

“Agreed, didn’t you mention they didn’t really have any family to go back to and that the move to Liyue was semi-permanent?” His father chimes in, laying a quick peck on his wife’s temple. “It’s never fun to spend the holidays alone.”

“They would’ve felt like they were intruding,” Childe replies quietly, stabbing his bowl a few times before scooping up another spoonful of cereal to his mouth. “I know we’re friends, but we haven’t known each other for that long, and maybe they’d be uncomfortable because that’s a lot honestly…”

“You don’t know until you try,” his mother sings and pats him on the shoulder. “We do have a guest room after all.”

“For them and their twin?”

“And quite a comfortable futon with enough blankets.”

Childe smiles fondly at his parents’ kindness. He can only imagine what this winter break would’ve been like now -- you and your twin floating around, trying to help out with certain chores, sitting by the fireplace and watching TV, huddled up with mugs of hot chocolate, playing board games with everyone and engaging in all the shenanigans…

Laughing. Loving. Grinning. Basking.

Handing over one of his hoodies to you as a sick way of torturing yet blessing himself for seeing how lovely you look in his clothes, standing silently in the doorway as you attempt to help out with mealtimes next to his mother, watching you run around in the backyard and dodging his siblings’ snowballs while lodging a few of your own -- how wonderful it all would be.

But he squashes it down as quickly as possible, because you escaped his grasp. You ran away from his advances temporarily and even though you gave him permission to seek you out come the spring semester, he worries that you might take it back. Something will wake up inside of you to keep him out of your heart and your life, and he’s not confident enough at this point to believe there’s a good chance you will come spend the holidays with him and his family next year.

“Maybe next year, ma,” he sends her a hesitant, yet somewhat broken purse of his lips that’s just the least bit curved. It tells her everything he’s thinking, and the quick patting of his cheek lets him know she understands.

Half an hour later, Childe finds himself curled up on his side under the sheets, phone in hand as he stares at a blinking cursor. It shouldn’t be so hard to send a text to convey his holiday greetings, because that’s all it is -- part of him is becoming desperate and aching for some interaction with you, even if it’s just a text sent back for conventional social pleasantries. He’ll take it for now, right?

Before he can totally chicken out, his thumbs quickly type a, “Happy Holidays, (y/n) :)”, and it’s a little embarrassing how quickly after he hits the ‘send’ button that he tosses it over his shoulder so he’s not directly looking at it anymore. His heartbeat is too quick and he prays for no phantom vibrations or phantom sound notifications to avoid any disappointment of thinking he got a reply. It was a harmless text, yet he’s treating it like he just got assigned on a mission to go and murder someone for the first time. What will he do if you never text him back? Does that mean you really don’t want to talk to him? Are you dead in a ditch somewhere? Did you change numbers and not tell him? Did your twin get all the details and make the executive decision to block his number? Will he never get a chance to talk to you again, even if it’s about something in the Teyvat Mythology class next semester? Will you--

His shoulder screams in protest when he quickly flips himself over at the text notification sound, hands shakily unlocking his phone and opening up your conversation again. His heart rate significantly decreases, reaching back to its normal pace, especially as he reads the little words on his screen.

“Happy Holidays, Ajax ^^”

There is hope.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

You’re huddled under the comforter of your twin’s bed, phone just peeking above the edge as you stare at it with a brightness in your eyes. For the most part, you had been sulking there, apart from meals and going back to your own room to sleep, and mentally berating yourself for the way you reacted to Childe the week before.

“He just texted me to say happy holidays,” shrugging to put on a facade of indifference. It’s stupid that you’re trying to hide your feelings from your twin of all people, who could pick apart and identify your emotions in a heartbeat. A roll of his eyes lets you know that you haven’t fooled him at all.

“So you think that whatever comment he made, which was very suggestive and indicative of clearly non-platonic feelings, was just something...friendly? Remind me again how you came to that conclusion?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking!” You whine, looking around to see if there was anything you could toss at him. “It’s just, with everything, all the dreams and stupid gut feelings, I just -- I don’t know, okay?? I can’t tell you enough how much I wish I had just kissed his stupid face and see where it goes from there.”

“Okay, gross, but don’t beat yourself up. Though...I do have a good idea on how to maybe get a good reaction out of him. You wanna go to the New Years’ celebration at Xiangling’s?”

“I think she’d threaten me with a knife if I didn’t. She wanted to go shopping at some point, too.”

“I’ll drop the overprotective brother act for one night, okay? One night, just to let this happen, and for your peace of mind.”

He does a fair amount of conspiring with Xiangling, a friend they met one time at a restaurant a couple years ago, even tagging along on the shopping trip. Together, the three of you find yourself a dress that Xiangling swears would make any person drool over you, including Childe, because at the end of the day, he was a person with the possibility of being attracted to you.

You think it’s a bit silly, but honestly, what do you have to lose at this point?

At 11:57PM on New Years’ Eve, Childe is standing outside in the freezing cold with his family, arms lifting up bags of sparklers and fireworks. They’ve driven out closer to the wild like they do every year, and everybody excitedly gets lighters ready, making sure someone’s got a clock out there that tells the seconds. As the younger kids open up the packaging and argue over which one to set off first, Childe’s phone vibrates in his coat pocket.

It’s 11:58PM when he manages to fish the device out and thank himself for buying gloves that are touch-screen friendly, excited to see that there are two texts from you, the latter reading, “Happy New Year!”. It doesn’t matter that you’re a little early, but he’s mainly intrigued by the fact a photo came before it. In his mind, you’re probably curled up with your twin brother, hopefully a selfie because wow, he misses your face.

He gets something else instead, and he is so glad that it’s dark outside and the electric lamp they have is too far away from him to draw any attention.

You have your arm around your brother’s waist and another girl’s that he doesn’t recognize, but it’s a full frontal view of your outfit, one that hugs your curves beautifully and shows more cleavage than he’s ever seen from you, sophisticated and elegant, yet fun and leaving enough to the imagination. There’s a bright smile coming from all of you, and you look like you’re at someone’s house or apartment with plenty of other people milling around in the back, but they don’t matter, not when all he can focus on is you.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, arousing, mind blowing, and gods, he wishes he could teleport to Liyue at this moment, find you, and kiss you right at midnight. Fuck the fact that he doesn’t exactly believe in superstitions like, “Kissing your significant other at midnight means you’ll last forever!” but he’s willing to take the chance with it on this night and the ones after, if he’s allowed. He tries not to think too much about pinning you against the wall and letting the world dissolve -- wants to be the one with the privilege to drag down that zipper and feel his bare skin on yours, and --

As Teucer starts yelling there’s only a minute left, he instinctively locks his phone and shoves it away out of anyone’s view. The last thing he needs is his family teasing him about ogling at your photo for a straight 50 seconds, wide-eyed and pupils on the verge of dilating, the visible breath leaving his mouth just a smudge more dense and prominent than usual.

The only thing he can do to distract himself from popping a boner in front of his parents is to join in on the countdown, making sure all the fireworks are set up correctly and grabbing a sparkler for himself. He waves it around with Tonia and promises to fulfill her wishes of taking one of those pictures right as she draws a pattern in the air. Their excitement is palpable and addicting, and even though the larger fireworks set off a few seconds after midnight hits, the nostalgia fills his lungs with fond memories and future wishes that they only continue this tradition for as long as possible, and hopefully, with you at his side.

When it’s 12:04AM, you get a picture message back of Childe bundled up in a black paletot coat, matching beanie and all, a gloved hand holding a sparkler and lips curved upwards, with a caption that says, “Happy New Year’s! See you soon :)”. You show it to Xiangling and your brother, both taking it as a win in their books, although the former does tipsily protest that there should be a better indicator of Childe’s brain breaking at how amazing you look right now. Maybe she’s prophetic, because another text chimes in and the words set you aflame, as well as suggestive whoops into your ears.

It’s a simple, “You look incredible btw”.

If you didn’t want to properly savor this moment, you would’ve found the nearest shot of the strongest liquor and tossed it back with abandon. But you want to remember the warmth in your veins that wasn’t from the alcohol or the heating, the fluttering of your heartbeat, the teeth-baring grin that you couldn’t fight off, the constant re-reading of those four words -- because they’re so different from everything you had been feeling before with him, the need for protection, the need to escape. Instead, you’d like to be in his arms right now and see for yourself how he’d look at you in this moment, and if he would take any action.

You want him to. So, so bad.

Childe spends his last week at home hating the fact that you’re just sitting around somewhere in Liyue, doing whatever you’re doing, probably doing some light preparation for your last semester of classes, and he’s not there to take advantage of all this free time and hang out with you. When classes start, it’ll be busy and hectic. You still have your thesis to finish and revise, and while that won’t eat up all your time, it’s still some that he’d want to fill in with his presence if he could. He debates whether or not he should ask for your schedule and compare it with his, maybe set up meetings every other day or propose that they all eat one meal together every day. Childe’s not quite sure of what you plan to do after graduation, as it hasn’t come up in conversation yet, but either way, he’s determined to stay in contact and make things work out. Long distance isn’t ideal, but with technology now, he’ll take it.

He feels a little bad for how excited he probably looked to be leaving home, uncharacteristic for the most part. His older siblings have already gone back to their respective homes, and it’s mainly Teucer and Tonia that worry and tear up when he starts packing his belongings. Tonia finds it unfair that Teucer got to meet you first and the latter makes sure to rub it into everyone’s faces. It’s hard for Childe to sleep on the plane because he’s thrumming with excitement, yet somehow even more nervous than usual when the plane hits small bouts of turbulence, and he doesn’t seem to relax until he sets foot back on campus.

He’s here. It’s January, and you’re physically closer to him than ever in the last two weeks.

“Found you.”

On the first day of classes, you’re sitting alone with some salad greens in a bowl, poking your fork at some scraps while you watch something on your phone, earbuds in and back towards the entrance of the canteen. It would explain the unannounced entrance of the very person who’s been at the forefront of nearly every thought in the last 96 hours, his fingers gingerly removing an earbud to surprise you as best as possible, and you startle in your seat.

Your heart kicks into overdrive when he hands you back your earbud and pulls out the seat next to you, setting his own plate of food down as he plops down in his chair. But then he says nothing afterwards, instead choosing to send you a cheeky grin before digging in. You’re left to slowly phase out of your state of shock, stuck between either running away or frantically texting your twin to come and save you even though he was off on a date with Keqing.

It’s not that you weren’t elated at the fact that Childe had done exactly as you told him last month, you just weren’t...prepared? It’s a shitty excuse and a cop out -- you’re mainly just having trouble with racking your brain to find the right words. What are you supposed to say? What should you do? Is it socially acceptable to lean over and kiss him on the cheek because that’s what you’d like to impulsively do at this very second??

“So you did,” you settle and steal a roasted potato wedge from his plate. It’s his turn to be taken by surprise, but he gets over it much quicker than you do. In fact, he spears two wedges and drops them in your bowl, smiling at you as best as he can with a mouth full of food. You give them your thanks before the silence settles in again.

“Did you have a good break?” He asks before his next bite.

“I did. You?”

“It was nice. My parents said I should’ve brought you and your twin home to spend the holidays with us. Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind before finals.”

Holy shit, what? “We couldn’t intrude like that, but that’s really nice of you guys.”

“That’s okay, there’s plenty of chances to visit later.”

You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows. “But we graduate this semester?”

Childe challenges you with one of his own eyebrows raised. “And? Are we never gonna see each other again?”

Honestly, the possibility had occurred to you. You aren’t entirely sure of Childe’s plans after graduation, and if that meant he was staying in Liyue or going back to Snezhnaya or even moving to Inazuma or Mondstat. While people preach on and on about how lasting friendships and relationships are often formed during college, you believe it’s more common to slowly drift apart as life gets busier. And if Childe moved away, or if you did, it’d be hard to consistently keep in touch with 10 hour workdays.

The thought saddens you, regardless. You like him so much and you’re glad that he was even in your life to begin with, because as unbelievable as it sounds, seeing him was almost akin to the feeling of coming home. Amidst all your nerves, your confusion, your spiraling thoughts, something deeply sated in your heart was a comfort that you found with very few people in your life whenever in his presence.

The thought of leaving and never looking back somehow doesn’t feel new -- it’s bittersweet, but the air in your lungs feels like it’s surrendered to something, like it was to be expected.

“You can’t just leave without telling me--”

“It was last minute! I had no choice!”

“You could’ve written up a message, anything--”

“Can you imagine the position you’d be in if the message got intercepted? I wouldn’t have been safe, she’d make you come after me--”

“As if you’d be any safer in Inazuma of all places! That’s the one place I can’t easily get to!”

“I can take care of myself, Childe, I don’t need you to protect me.”

“This isn’t about me protecting you, (y/n) and -- stop walking, will you?!”

“Then what is this about?” You spin on your wheel with eyes aflame. “Why are you so angry with me? It’s normal for me to disappear for weeks at a time, why was this any different?”

“Because you could’ve died!” He yells back in despair, chest heaving. Your silence is his cue to continue. “You could’ve died and I wouldn’t have known until much later. You could’ve died and all I’d ever think about were the things I never got to say to you, and how I wish I had treated every day with you like it was our last.”

It isn’t hard to tell that you’re stunned and at a complete loss for words. Childe often hides behind facades of charm and wit, and only when he is truly weak does he choose to be this vulnerable, baring his heart for you to see.

“I only have two nightmares in this world. One, my family being harmed in any way. Two, reading in a report or hearing from an agent that you’ve been captured and killed.”

“I like to think that we will.”

His hand reaches out to lay on top of yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “Well, let’s make the most of it this semester.”

Conversation afterwards is easy, filling each other in on holiday activities. Childe speaks extensively about several family traditions and you listen with rapt attention, basking in how fond he is of all of them. Even as you both bring your dishes to the return belt and leave, he immediately offers to drive you both somewhere to get boba, noticing your reluctance to part ways. But boba shops have to close, and you both have class tomorrow morning, and you’re both finding any excuse to keep talking, even if that means sitting outside your dorm building on a nearby bench.

You eventually bid each other good night’s and see you later’s, him refusing to walk away until the heavy door locks shut behind you after you swipe your student ID, and you looking over your shoulder to watch his figure disappear into the night.

True to his intentions, Childe makes great efforts to meet you at least once a day, and he can’t get enough. Each parting from you tugs and tugs at his heart, as if there’s a high possibility you’ll never want to see him again the next day, and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Your twin and Childe get along well for the most part, and he even meets Xiangling on one of her shifts at her regular restaurant, who sends you a salacious wink and an eyebrow wiggle over his shoulder that nearly causes you to burst from embarrassment.

February rolls over without a hitch, even if you’re a little disappointed that Childe didn’t make a move for Valentine’s Day. Granted, you two still spent time with each other and he’s so darn physically affectionate and he bought you a carnation from the event his dorm held, but you wish you had the guts to fess up and just kiss the man.

It’ll happen some day, you tell yourself. You have time before graduation.

Two days before the end of the Friday that would signal the start of Spring Break, you wake up in a cold sweat, mind reeling and head splitting, heart so so heavy, as a connection is made between your present and your dreams. Not long after, there are tears streaming silently down your face and into your open palms placed in your lap, and you sit in shock as everything comes back to you. Memories are such treasured burdens, you realize.

For the most part, you had gotten used to the dreams, choosing to take charge of what you know and feel now with Childe over succumbing to some strange neurological premonitions. Especially in your dreams when many people’s faces were blurred over and hazy, and the only things you could rely on were voices, touch, and other physical features. You thought that maybe your mind was just playing tricks by transposing Childe’s hair onto a body that was also strikingly similar to his, but for the first time last night, you could see each defining feature on his face as clear as day.

The sight of his figure arching gracefully over yours, the water arrows that appeared out of thin air, the back that protected you from some military men, the voice that said, “Hey girlie, hold still.”

And that was when you had snapped awake to your current state.

Past the initial shock and uncontrollable tears, you soon bent over as sobs wracked your chest, overwhelmed by all the emotions and the pain the memories brought you; losing your twin, finding him to only be left with even more questions after roaming for decades and decades, meeting all your loved ones throughout Mondstat and Liyue, fighting yet falling so hard for Childe, feeling the fear when facing his Foul Legacy form, hating him for Osial, loving him, breathing heavily as the tip of your blade was pointed at his neck and his own just centimeters from yours, tendrils of water inching closer and closer--

Everything makes sense now.

When you meet your twin for lunch at the cafeteria, you pay no mind to the fact that you’re in public and hug him harder than you ever have in years. He’s already a little alarmed that your eyes seem swollen and you look like finals came two months early, but when he asks what’s wrong, all he gets is a shake of your head and nothing more than, “Just a bad nightmare. I love you, y’know that?”

“I love you too?”

“Don’t sound so unsure, now let’s go and get in line before they run out of Jueyun Chili Chicken.”

Even when you meet Xiao later in the early evening to talk about your thesis, you find yourself holding back more tears just two minutes in, reminded of his past and his own life, and he’s moderately concerned, hesitantly handing you a tissue from the corner of his desk when a stray tear escapes. “Is everything okay?” He hesitantly asks, really hoping that he didn’t do anything to make you cry.

“No,” you almost wail and sniffle while dabbing at your eyes. “Sorry, it’s just been a really long day.”

Xiao’s inquisitive gaze softens, remembering how hard undergraduate life could be sometimes. Graduate school was a whole other level, but that shouldn’t discount your own personal difficulties. Plus, in all of the year and a half that he’s known you, you’ve never broken down like this before in front of him.

“You work really hard, Xiao,” you continue, and he’s not sure where this is coming from. “You’re always so helpful and willing to work with me and answer my stupid questions and like-- you practice self-care, right?”

Xiao nods as a white lie, but it seems to comfort you. Maybe too much because you pull him in for a quick and unexpected hug, and you both decide to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow.

As per usual, you wait for Childe to join you for dinner since you finished up earlier than expected. It gives you more time to think about everyone from Mondstat -- Kaeya, Diluc, Lisa, Jean, Amber...funny to think that some things never changed as you compared their past version to the ones you know now.

“Mora for your thoughts?”

There’s a peace that warms your heart when you hear Childe’s voice, one that forces you to smile at him as he sits down next to you. “Just thinking about old friends.”

“I have to admit, I’ll be a little jealous if it’s another guy taking up more space than me in that pretty brain of yours.”

What a flirt. This man isn’t good for your heart. “Who said you had any to begin with?”

He dramatically places a hand over his heart. “You wound me, (y/n). How will I ever recover?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you snicker. Childe reaches over to pinch your cheek and you bat at him in protest. Easily, he grabs one of your hands and simply pulls you towards the food lines, knowing that you’ll stop fighting back soon.

Part of it feels strange now to feel and see his hands with no leather gloves on.

“Childe,” you start halfway through your meal, continuing after he hums back in reply. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

He freezes briefly, but recovers so quickly that if you hadn’t been watching so closely, you wouldn’t have noticed. “I think it’s neat, the idea of having past lives. Why do you ask?”

What he really wants to ask is if you’ve been having those dreams, too; if he’s starring in your nights like you have been in his.

“Just a thought, especially since you’re taking Teyvat Myth now, too.”

“Do you...do you think if there was a past life, that we knew each other?”

There’s something about the look of content on your face before you meet his gaze -- he thinks that you know more than you’re letting on but you’re holding back for some reason. He wants to know what’s going through your brain right now, why the fondness in your eyes sends a jolt through him like he’s been searching for it all his life, if you know anything about this magnetic pull between you two.

“I like to think that we knew each other well.”

Even though the first day of your returned memories was somewhat eventful, you couldn’t help but feel yourself wanting to pull back from Childe -- at least, until you can successfully compartmentalize which emotions belonged to you past self and which ones belonged to your current mindset. You didn’t quite agree with his duties and his affiliation with the Fatui back then, even if he had his reasons that did make sense, to some degree.

The killing, the threatening, so intent on stealing Rex Lapis’s Gnosis in the name of the Tsaritsa, summoning Osial as a mean to an end -- and you definitely can’t forget how stubborn he was in not listening to your protests, so caught up in his brain that you had betrayed him and sent you plummeting to a near-death experience despite his earlier promise of no intention of killing you specifically.

Everything had been toeing a faint, thin line with Childe then. Undeniable chemistry and tension, guarding yourself for yours and Paimon’s safety, slashing at Fatui agents, whispering out pleas and affirmations of “I’m yours” while riding him, sometimes having to sneak out in the mornings…

The only thing you don’t remember is how everything ends -- maybe it’ll come back to you eventually, but for now, you think you’re okay not knowing.

If Childe still doesn’t remember anything from back then, you think it’d be unfair to spend time with him in all your conflicting emotions, even when it’s spring break, where you have so much more hours in the day to be with each other than normal. Fun plans around Liyue had been made, like a two-day one-night trip to Yaoguang Shoal, and you’re this close to cancelling on him.

But he had been looking forward to it so much, even made most of the preparations for it. Who are you to rob that joy from him when it was you who couldn’t figure out your own shit? Are you self-destructing?

Perhaps.

Before you know it, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car, staring out the window at the scenery. Somehow, it pleased you to see that the nature of Liyue had been carefully preserved over the many centuries despite its development into the modern age. You get lost in picking apart the differences between then and now that you don’t notice how quiet you’ve fallen and Childe looks over worriedly when you show no reaction to your favorite songs playing on the stereo.

Even when he calls your name once, twice, nothing gives as you clearly have tuned everything out. So he leaves you be until there’s about half an hour left on the drive, unable to hold back and succumbing to reach over for your hand. You startle so strongly that he almost feels bad for having done it unannounced. But what’s even more disturbing is that this isn’t really the first time.

You’ve been talking to him less, often sitting quietly and staring off into another world that he can’t seem to reach. His texts are answered less frequently and with less wit and enthusiasm, so much so that he just appreciates you still show up to see him. Each time he asks if you’re okay, you always affirm that you are. He’s had a hard time believing you, but Childe believes you’ll tell him when you’re ready, surely.

It’s a little ironic yet fateful that Childe planned to bring you here, of all places. In the past, you had spent many days and nights running around in the sand with him, fighting slimes and hilichurls and collecting starconches for him. You remember laying on a large towel next to him as you both looked up into the sky, pointing out stars and constellations while sharing endless kisses away from prying, spying eyes.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” you sincerely apologize.

“It’s okay, I just wanna make sure you relax while we’re here. This is supposed to be a vacation.”

“You’re right,” you agree and squeeze his hand. “Let’s make the most of it before we become adults who are too busy to have fun like this again.”

And you do. Childe rented a small beach cabin (rich boys) closer to one end of the shoreline, just big enough with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table. You help him bring in your bags and some groceries bought the night before, setting them down quickly so you can peer out the window again to take in the view. Childe picked a good time, too. Although it’d be a little chilly at night, the day was still warm and mainly overcast with clouds.

“What do you say we change into our swimsuits and head down to the water?”

“Sure.”

Childe hadn’t really been expecting for you to step out in a large, casual tee and gym shorts, one shoulder exposed. He might have been hoping to see a little more skin, but his mother didn’t raise a chauvinistic pervert for a son.

The light in your eyes as you both approach the water is everything he had been missing the last few days, your excitement and joy contagious. As soon as you place everything down on the sand, you kick off your flip flops and leave him behind to step into the water, giggling at feeling the waves crash over your ankles and bring sand between your toes. Childe approaches you from behind and starts smearing sunblock on the back of your neck, to which you just grin beautifully at him in thanks and he has to fight off the desire to kiss you right then and there.

You’re too caught up in embracing the ocean afterwards to feel the shrinking distance between you two, mistaking his warmth for the general spring air. It isn’t until he’s done with your shoulders that he hands you the bottle to leave you to do the rest of your body, and when you turn to thank him, he’s much closer than you remember. His eyes are gentle, holding your gaze and almost daring you to look away first.

But if there’s one thing you can place without a shred of doubt, it is the unmistakable look of love, because you had seen it many, many times before without knowing until later what it meant.

How so incredibly lucky you were to have Childe back in your life now, loving you all the same, and with no life-threatening barriers. Fate or the Archons have given you a second chance, and you’d be damned to take it for granted.

Childe welcomes your lips against his, wasting no time to bring you into his arms so you’re pressed against him as much as possible. He can’t care for the overt public display of affection because this is everything he’s wanted for months now, waiting patiently for you to give him permission to make you his. Your lips are incredibly soft and pliant against his as you first kiss him patiently, then applying more force and desperation to taste more of him. He mirrors you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other on your neck with a thumb extended to your jawline, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip. It’s dangerous, the way you smile against his lips, and when he sinks his teeth in deeper before pulling back, your quiet mewl nearly drives him over the edge.

But you’re in public, and this was an amazing first kiss. You two have a beach to enjoy and a fun night planned, and now that he doesn’t have to hold back on his affections, it’ll be even better.

His lips part from yours regretfully, his eyes languidly opening to meet yours. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a blue starconch in the sand and freezes.

It’s not that he’s never seen one before, but something clicks. You. The shore. Starconches. Starry nights. His dreams. Monsters. Gods. Fighting. So much fighting. Training. His family. Dragons. You. Falling. You falling. You fighting him. Yelling. Kissing. Loving. Chasing. Him chasing you before you disappear at a teleport waypoint that somehow you only can operate. The abyss. Your twin.

Oh, Archons.

“ -ou okay, Ajax? Ajax?”

He snaps to look at you again. How does he go about this? How does he ask?

“(Y/n)...have you ever heard of the Fatui Harbingers?”

He has to admit that it’s a bit amazing to be able to identify all the emotions that cross your complexion, from curiosity to realization to conflicted. You’re actively trying to piece everything together without revealing too much on the off-chance that you’re wrong, that Childe hasn’t regained his memories and is just asking about something from class randomly and completely out of the blue.

Wait.

“You haven’t reached that material yet in class,” you whisper, heart in your throat at the realization. Could it really be…

“I was once Tartaglia, eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, who possessed a Delusion and used my Foul Legacy Transformation with you several times,” he murmurs back, tucking a stray tendril behind your ear. “Is it too late to apologize again for summoning an ancient god and letting you fall about five floors with no warning?”

He should’ve been prepared for you wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “No, never, but I spent weeks after kicking your ass so you’ve been long forgiven.”

Childe burrows his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and basking in this moment. There was so much to talk about, but you two arguably had more time in the world than ever with nothing holding you back. There was no impending war looming over, no one on the run, no opposing forces. His silent wish for a different life with you seems to have been answered finally. If running into you had been the event to set everything in motion, he only wishes he’d done so earlier.

All that matters now is you’re here together in this plane of existence, given a chance to love again, and experience everything you couldn't before.

As written in the stars, take my soul for it is forever yours.

fin

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Hi! Can I request headcanons for dating marcus (deadly class)? Thank you

HEADCANONS FOR DATING MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO

A/N: Just a head’s up, I got a little carried away, so this is kinda long lol. Also, sorry this took forever! I’ve been suuuuuper busy lately :/ I almost had it done before work picked back up, but I couldn’t figure out how to end it. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Before the two of you started dating, Marcus had no idea that you liked him, and for good reason

You did such a good job with hiding your feelings that sometimes even you forgot they were there, which was kind of the whole point

With girls like Saya and Maria around, sending out mixed signals and dropping subtle hints that they liked Marcus, too, it was intimidating

Add Marcus’s constant cynicism about love, and life in general, into the mix, and it was clear the chances of him actually liking you back were next to nothing

So, you knew it was probably for the best to move on

You used the “if you ignore it, it’ll go away” approach in the hopes that if you simply didn’t acknowledge your feelings, the problem would disappear

All this did, however, was create a whole new issue

Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to take the thought process of ‘ignoring your crush’ too literally

You and Marcus were best friends, so when, out of the blue, you stopped talking to him, he could tell something was up

He had no clue what, though

Naturally, he assumed it was something he had done

Marcus started asking around among your mutual friends to see if they knew anything, but they were all just as out of the loop as he was

You hadn’t told anyone about your repressed feelings for Marcus, and you had no intention of letting the secret slip any time soon, but accidents happen

The truth came out one night during a game of truth or dare when you were up on the roof smoking with the Rats

Your confession came tumbling out quicker than you could even think about reeling the words back in

“You hear that, Romeo?” Billy asked, elbowing Marcus in the ribs. “Y/N’s got the hots for you”

All Marcus could do was laugh nervously as he looked down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze

To your relief, no one brought it up again for the rest of the game

When the next day rolled around and your crush on Marcus still wasn’t the topic of conversation, you started to think that you were in the clear

Maybe they’d all been too stoned to remember when they’d woken up that morning

Your hopes were shattered by the late afternoon

As you left the bathroom, Marcus spotted you from across the hall

He quickly rushed over and caught you by the elbow, dragging you back through the doorway

“Relationships aren’t really my thing,” he said

Marcus sounded like he had more to say, but before he got the chance, you cut him off

“It’s fine,” you said. “I get it”

“No, no. I mean, I like you, Y/N, really. I just don’t wanna mess it up”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face even if you tried

“You’re not gonna mess it up”

Before either of you could say more, the bathroom door opened and Petra walked in

She glanced between the two of you knowingly

“Hate to break this up, but if I hold this piss in any longer, I’ll explode”

With that, she pushed past you both, effectively ruining the moment

It didn’t take long after that for you and Marcus to make your relationship official

‘Official’ is a bit of a loose term in this case

For the most part, both of you kept the fact that you were dating fairly under the radar for fear of what others would do with that information

In a place like King’s Dominion, something as small as caring for another person beyond using them as an ally was seen as a weakness that could and would be used against you, and the last thing either of you wanted was to be put in a situation where you were pitted against each other

Of course, there were several instances when one (or both) of you nearly blew your cover

Such as in Martial Arts class

Instead of fighting you, Marcus would try to cop a feel

You’d quickly smack his hand away

“Miss De Luca’s right there!”

“She’s not looking”

In defense of both of you, though, a class in which hormonal teenagers are asked to pair themselves up and wrestle is practically an invitation to break the ‘no sex’ rule

The other classes you shared weren’t any better

Master Lin caught you and Marcus staring at each other instead of paying attention on multiple occasions, earning both of you a smack from his cane

Although Marcus was somewhat known for his smart mouth and talking back to authority, he knew better than to challenge Lin, not mention that if he did, he’d risk exposing the two of you in the process

So, Marcus bit back his insults and held in his tirade until the two of you were safely locked away in his dorm room

“He had no right to hit you like that”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, shoving another tissue up your nose to stop the bleeding. “Besides, he does it to everyone”

“That still doesn’t give him the right”

“Next time, I’m gonna stick that cane right up his ass”

Marcus wanted to shield you from all the violence at King’s, but when it was coming from teachers, there wasn’t much he could do about it

If it was a fellow student pushing you around, on the other hand, there was no holding him back

You loved how protective Marcus was of you, but sometimes you worried that he’d get carried away

Marcus always made sure you were never around to witness the fights take place, but the scrapes and bruises on his face that hadn’t been there when you saw him that morning were all the proof you needed

In such cases, you would insist on patching him up afterwards

The first few times this happened, Marcus was embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him

After a while, though, he grew to love the feeling of having someone fuss over him, especially if it was you

It was nice to have someone care about him for a change

You weren’t much of a fighter, but making sure he didn’t get Tetanus was your way of looking out for him

When you and Marcus weren’t getting into trouble, you were actually a pretty cute couple

Your roommates became accustomed to the two of you being a package deal, which often meant sneaking into each other’s rooms after lights out

Sometimes, it was to make out, but other times, it was so you could have late night conversations that you didn’t get the chance to have during the day

The topics of these conversations varied—they could be deep and philosophical (which was Marcus’s favorite kind), an opportunity to open up to each other about yourselves and your pasts, a time to plot someone’s death (usually only theoretically), or simply joking around

After especially long days, you would accidentally drift off in the middle of these nightly chats with your head on Marcus’s chest, but he never minded

He’d pull the covers up on your side and wrap his arms more tightly around you

While both of you were perfectly capable of pulling all-nighters, whenever you fell asleep, Marcus was never far behind

The sound of your evened-out breathing was like a lullaby to him, so it was safe to say that his sleep schedule drastically improved after the two of you started dating

You’d found that you slept better with Marcus, too, so on the few nights you spent apart, you’d doze off listening to the mixtapes he’d made you in your Walkman, which were full of your favorite songs and songs that reminded him of you (though, these had quickly become your favorites, too)

It was rare that the two of you weren’t together, though

Even during the day, you and Marcus were practically joined at the hip

At lunch, you would hold hands under the table and share food

Of course, this always opened the door for plenty of teasing from your friends, especially Lex

“While you’re at it, why don’t you chew the food up for each other and pass it back and forth like little birds?”

“Fuck off, Lex”

It was always in good fun, though

Actually, the other Rats were relieved when the two of you finally got together because the weird tension that had been brewing leading up to that point went away, meaning group hangouts could carry on normally

They could overlook you sitting in Marcus’s lap if it meant you weren’t being distant and secretive

Just like they pretended not to notice when you showed up to class wearing each other’s blazers by mistake after spending the night together

Or walking in late looking ✨especially disheveled✨

All in all, you and Marcus are King’s Dominion’s cutest couple™️ that only, like, five other people know about, but still-

#marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello x reader #marcus lopez arguello headcanons #marcus lopez headcanons #deadly class #deadly class headcanons

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kenganparadise · 2 years

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I'm going to request it/ leave it here, if or what you're going to do with it is up to you: Pegging Raian Kure.

Making him put his face down and his ass up.

Putting a leash on him and making him beg.

And when he starts being a brat, which we know won't take long, spank his ass and put him in his place.

Degrading the shit out of him

In conclusion: turning his brat ass into a perfect cocksleeve 😔✋

Ohohoho! I love this so much. Now, realistically speaking. Raian will never ever ever get pegged. He doesn’t want anything going near his booty. In fact he’ll swat his S/O away every time they go near.

But hypothetically, in an alternate universe, let’s say Raian will get pegged. Welcome to submissive Raian AU.

🔞WARNING NSFL AHEAD🔞

Raian getting pegged-

• at first Raian gets pissed every time his S/O were to bring up fucking him in the ass. He gets snippy and all pissy when they do. He’d say shit like “over my corpse, Y/N.” Or “I’ll be damned if you’re going to shove anything up my ass... yours is a different story however.”

• He likes doing anal with his S/O. He likes stretching them open with his cock. He’ll shove their face in the mattress and go to town on them from behind.

• His S/O seems to enjoy it quite a bit... he can’t help but be a little curious. Finally his S/O cracks a teasing joke about pegging him, but Raian takes it very seriously. “So when?” “Huh?” “So when are you gonna fuck me in the ass, Y/N.”

• he needs to trust his S/O fully. They’ve needed to be Together for quite a while beforehand. Hell they might even need to be married. He needs to have full and complete trust in his lover- if it was anyone else he’d probably laugh in their face.

• when it comes down to the actual deed- Raian kinda feels embarrassed. He’s got such a tight little virgin ass, he’s never done this before.

• He’s such a brat. He’ll try and disobey all orders from his S/O. His S/O will just have to break him.

• He’s hugging a pillow, his cheeks are beet red as his S/O spreads him open. They coat their fingers in a hearty amount of lube before circling their fingers over his tiny hole.

• Raian knows he’s going to try his best not to make a peep while doing the deed. But he hisses out when his S/O pushes a finger inside. He tries his best to choke back every sound while his S/O presses down on his Prostate. His brows are furrowed. He bites down on the pillow.

• Raian hates any anatomically correct dildos. He gets them all from bad dragon and other types of websites

• side note- Raian will rep Bad Dragon merch with no remorse. BD coffee mug? Will drink from it daily. BD sticker? Yup it’s on his car. BD t-shirt? You know he’s gonna wear it to training.

• His knuckles are white as his S/O pushes themselves inside. They then decide to give the man a taste of his own medicine- so they begin a brutal pace.

• now at this point Raian is choking and moaning as they slam into his G-spot over and over and over again. He gets so turned on when he feels his S/O’s fingers scrape his scalp. His cock twitches when they jerk his head back.

• at this point Raian realizes they they are doing all the things he does to his S/O. It turns him on even more. He’s already plotting his revenge in his head.

• once his S/O starts smacking his ass he’s groaning loudly. Tears are brimming in his eyes. The overwhelming pleasure mixed with the sting of pain is too much for him.

• once his S/O grabs the base of his cock it’s already too late. His seed is splattered all over the bed sheets. He buries his head in the pillow to scream as he climaxes.

• there’s so much cum, and Raian is left cussing, twitching, and completely overstimulated.

• but one thing is for certain- he’s angry. Angry that his S/O put him in his place and completely broke him. They made him their bitch.

• after a short refractory period Raian is up and ready for revenge. It’s his S/O’s turn to be pinned down and ruthlessly fucked.

#kure raian #kengan omega #kengan ashura #nasty #kengan x reader

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silversatoru · 3 years

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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

#megumi angst #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #angst #fushiguro megumi x you #fushiguro x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsukaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #this is sad i’m sorry

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1990jeevas · 3 years

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goth kid headcanons, gimmie. -Batz 🖤💜

cracking my knuckles and snickering gayly lets go

pete:

-ends up being the shortest goth by the time theyre all in high school (with the exception of firkle who is still in middle school, but he is also taller)

-hello trans dude. i see u. he/they/it + neos

-listens to evanescence more than he'd like to admit

-his favorite color is teal but it doesnt look good on him so he sticks with red and purple, both of which he likes and looks good in

-he is absolutely horrendous when it comes to dying his hair despite the fact that his hair is the hardest to dye and maintain out of all four of his friends. you'd assume he wouldve learned at some point after years of having it done but he is just Clueless. henrietta is the one who bleaches and dyes it red, michael helps with buying him stuff thatll maintain the color longer, firkle reminds him when he needs a touch up. his hair would be a mess without them.

-writes to fruitiest poems about michael but like. in the most gruesome ways possible? like they are very gorey but in a romantic way. michael finds them endearing. firkle would be lying if he said he wasnt a bit concerned.

-going off that ^ pete is a hopeless romantic and his love language is gift giving. he's always getting the homies shit they dont need but he knows they want and it's gotten to the point where they have to not say when they like things just so he stops spending money

-has a big sweet tooth (which is basically canon, have yall seen how much sugar he puts into his coffee?) but he pretends he doesnt

michael:

-is very bad with expressing himself verbally so he writes long ass essays when he is upset or needs help or whatever and gives them to the goths

-the groups resident slur sayer. stop calling ur boyfriend a faggot in public before u get ur shit rocked pls-

-is on honor roll and he is embarrassed by it just bc south park gives them like. t shirts and shit as a "reward"? it's weird as fuck.

-wants to be a piercer when he gets older, has given firkle and pete a couple piercings

-has a stick and poke of a cat on his ankle from craig. it was an odd experience but he still likes it.

-his favorite movie is donnie darko. he does not understand the plot At All.

-even tho giving (+ recieving) compliments makes him uncomfortable, he tries to give them to his friends bc he knows they all get shit from other people for various reasons and he doesnt want it to affect them. he hopes it balances out or smth

-him and henrietta have best friend necklaces made out of resin encased bugs

-has broken his nose at least twice in a moshpit

-really likes collecting rocks <3

henrietta:

-is the mom friend but like. an aggressively caring way.

-is naturally a blonde but she dyes her hair black. only her family and the goths really know

-also on honor roll but she is very proud of it <3

-she is tall!! like 5'11" ish!!!

-is the laziest when it comes to doing makeup out of the four of them. literally just puts on bottom eyeliner then Goes. meanwhile pete and firkle are out here doing a full face every morning and michael is color correcting his eyebags just to REAPPLY MAKEUP OVER THEM.

-wears rings on every single finger bc she likes the jingle jangle

-always writes personalized stories for each goth during the holiday season

-really good at math but hates doing it

-resident mean lesbian <3 just wants her boys to shut up so she can think about Girls

-does the whole groups nails every week for funsies

-her room has an oogie boogie shrine that freaks michael out. he is not a fan of the big bag man. thinks the movie mightve given him a lasting fear of Just oogie boogie.

-has somehow befriended kenny wendy and pip. they are her normie exceptions <3

-weirdly good at fps games considering she doesnt like them

firkle:

-threatens everyone. sometimes he means it. he is like the worlds shittiest chihuahua that just barks at everyone and you can never tell when he's gonna actually bite.

-trans dude no2. he/it. maims cis peo-

-listens to n unhealthy amount of metal music in his free time

-very into candles and incense, it drives pete crazy bc he has a sensitive nose

-the other goths have never seen his house bc firkle thinks his parents would be very weird about him having only older friends

-has a soft spot for shows like beyblade digimon and adventure time

-once watched all of switched at birth by himself just so he had something new to complain about everytime he met up with the goths. they offered to watch with him and he gave a very firm no.

-wants a pet opossum more than anything

-love language is being way too protective of ur friends who are way older than you and can handle themselves

-big dnd nerd

-in dire need of a regular sleep schedule but he also hates sleeping bc it feels like "wasted time"

-doesnt like asking for help but he tries to anyways bc he knows it makes the others happy

#shit self #asks #batz anon tag 🖤💜#goth kids #henrietta biggle #pete thelman #michael (sp)#firkle smith #south park #headcanons #kinz

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nanatsumu · 3 years

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HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER

thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.

this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh

also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL

i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.

he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)

“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.

his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!

exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.

yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)

now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story

you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course

but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit

sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.

but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.

he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.

“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.

“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”

“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you’re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”

of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.

“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”

“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.

“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”

lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.

after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things

like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)

you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)

so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??

i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)

but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)

“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.

“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.

to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side

jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.

he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.

so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.

this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.

sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)

he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.

BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink

really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)

oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.

now onto the spicy stuff

when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.

but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day

you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh

dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.

but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.

sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.

he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business

sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.

oh well, there’s always next time!

i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him

but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)

date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.

but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)

(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.

your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar

so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids

but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life

and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”

so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)

but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))

also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!

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