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ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ

sum: Christmas is near the corner, remembering how in this time of the year, everything is magic with the man you love.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: charles leclerc x childhoodbsf!reader

warning: angst, overthinking and FLUFF!!

disclaimers: we’re going to pretend that in Monaco it snows, FOR THE SAKE OF THIS SILLY WRITING. Alright? I investigated what winter is like there, and it’s not even close to snowing🤕. Also, kinda wrote this like a fairy tale, I’m so in love with it wtf😭♥️

Merry Christmas to you all🫶 love you and enjoy!

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ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

“Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm”

Christmas was around the corner.

Or maybe in a few couple days.

In reality, it was more than a month away.

November, 1st of November, and everything turned a mix of red, white and green. The colors of your favorite time of the year.

Your hands were covered in bags, and the bags filled with presents for all of your loved ones. It was barely afternoon, but you had woken up since 6am to be at stores as quick as you could.

Every single present was planned, even if it’s one time they mentioned they wanted it, or something they’ve been dying for since forever. Your presents were always the best, and everyone knew that.

After you buyed some great amount of gift wrapping, you finally headed home.

You knew you’d take a long time to get home, holiday shopping traffic was surely starting now.

Just a day after halloween and you knew you had to make everything green and white, and hella lot of red.

The rest of the day was for yourself, your family, and for making everything festive. Changing your bedsheets from black to red. Having christmas decorations over the entrance of your house.

The only thing that was missing, was the Christmas tree.

The very thing you waited for all year long.

You weren’t sure if it was the smell, or the shape. But the journey to find the tree, that was all you needed for Christmas.

You closed your eyes, and that silly little Christmas tree farm was the only thing you pictured.

“Sweetie, it’s time to go, they’re here!” My mom screamed from downstairs.

shit

I finished drying my hair, since I had just showered. Quickly, I grabbed all the extra clothes I needed for the cold weather outside.

I rushed downstairs, grabbing a beanie I had by the door in the way.

I could see at the corner of my eye the whole place covered in a blanket of snow.

“Oh, we are ready to go now!” I heard my dad shout as I was locking the door soon a lot of footsteps.

“Took you long enough” I heads a calm voice behind me.

I turned around to see the face I’ve been missing so much. I quickly jumped into his arms. “I’ve missed you too, asshole.” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Missed you too, you have no idea.”

I let him go, taking a good look at him. His dimples showing up, and his white pearled teeth shining at me.

I couldn’t hide my smile, he was finally here.

A honk interrupted my thinking. “Come on you two, we want to get early this year!” I heard Lorenzo screaming from his car.

We both rushed to it, my dad, mom and Pascale left in the other car. While the Leclerc’s, my brother and I traveled in this car.

“Hey y/n!” Lorenzo smiled at me through the car mirror “Sup!” Arthur gave me a wave from the co-pilot seat.

“Hi!” I responded as I settled into my seat, putting on my seat belt. Lorenzo wasn't the best driver around.

“So, how was everything both of you? Did you miss us?” My brother started a conversation.

“It’s been crazy! All I could ever imagine, it literally felt like a dream”

“Yeah, all the behind the scenes is absolutely crazy, definitely learned a lot from the team, I think white looks good on us” Arthur completed.

“But, do you know what will look even better?”

“Red!” We all said in union and laughed.

Charles had won the new Ferarri seat for the 2019 season, and we were all so proud of him.

“We all saw you at your races, y/n was the first one to wake up and put on the tv, always.” My brother, Matthias tried to tease me.

Charles turned to look at me with a grin plastered in his face.

“Okeyy, I’m a morning person, alright? What is wrong with that?” I answered normally.

Yeah, I am a morning person, but I would normally go walking on my mornings or maybe do some exercise, not stay home watching tv.

But if Charles was on it, there was no way I would miss it.

“If you say sooo” I leaned out of my seat to look at Matt, since he was on the other side of the car. Charles was in the middle.

“okay.” He quietly answered to my glare.

“Anyway, so what is the first thing you want to do when we get there?” Lorenzo asked from the pilot seat, concentrated on not crashing.

“The sleighs”

“The horses!”

“Maybe we should get the trees first” Charles said calmly, looking at the road ahead.

“Yeah, you know how quickly they buy them, we should get the best two around.” I smiled at them, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Charles was right, the biggest, greenest and beautiful trees were obviously taken as soon as possible.

Last winter we were left with not the best tree because we all got distracted doing something else.

“So, we all know the drill, right?” Arthur asked, turning to look at the three of us in the back.

I smirked, this was going to be fun.

“Maman, papa are with Pascale, I texted them. They are going to wait for you, Enzo”

And with that, we arrived to the parking lot, and thank god we found a good place to park in, I did not want to walk too much after the whole day.

We always end up exhausted.

“Everyone get their phones at maximum volume, if someone calls answer immediately!” We all agreed.

“Go go go gooo!”

I opened the door as fast as I could, and waited for Charles to get out, but in a blink of an eye he already grabbed my hand and started to run to the barns direction.

I was slowly catching to his pace.

Shit he was faster than last year.

He finally stopped at the start of the trees. “Well, we have a lot of options”

Charles was concentrated on watching every single tree in front of us, scrunching his nose in a very cute way.

“Yeah… we better go looking”

Half an hour. A whole 30 minutes we were looking for the damn trees.

All of us took this very seriously.

“Too short”

“Too tall”

“Ew, that’s ugly.”

“Never liked the ones with fake snow.”

“Not fluffy enough”

“Oh come on, there is no way an ornament will look good in that.”

Every time there was an excuse. That was until Arthur and Matthias called us saying they found the 1st one.

Then my maman and papa called right after just to say they finally found another one, the most ‘perfect’ in the place.

In the pictures they sent to us, they looked so cute and wonderful. Surely there was no complaining at all.

So the Christmas tree hunt was over. And now we could peacefully walk around the place.

Charles and I walked silently to our favorite place here, it was somewhere close to the icy and blue ice rink.

Some small open cabins were there, just so people could get somewhere to get warm, and to lit up a bonfire.

The temperatures here were no joke.

Charles and I were basically freezing, even if we had the mittens that his mom made for us last year.

I snuggled into my sweater as I waited for charles to set the bonfire.

“You cold?”

“Mhm” he laughed at my state, I always get easily cold, but that doesn’t mean I hate winter.

It’s actually the exact opposite.

“Your nose is red as a tomato.” He pinched my nose.

“Hey!” He shrugged and smiled while he gave me his white scarf. “Thanks…”

I was now hypnotized by the dancing fire, and Charles came closer, having his arm touching mine.

“I wish you could’ve come with me” He whispered.

“To your races?”

“Everywhere, I needed you there.” He sweetly smiled at me. But I hit him in his arm “ow? What was that for?” He laughed at me.

“For all the times you were reckless and almost gave me a heart attack!… but, I would’ve loved being there with you too, you know that”

He chuckled, since we were little, when he was karting I would always be there for him when he crashed or just had a bump on the way.

Always.

But now we were talking about F1, something people should not play with. Cars that go at a speed I can’t even think.

So, yeah, I obviously had my nearly death experiences while watching the tv and having Charles crashing out of nowhere.

But here he was, next to me and I could now feel his warmth.

charles pov.

Missing her is just an understatement, he needed her. Every day it passed without her was absolutely devastating.

Yeah, they texted and called often, but there was nothing like having her by his side.

At this point she’s the air he need to breathe, it was like the sun finally appearing after long rainy days.

She was the first person he called when he got into Ferrari, she was the one who he texted in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep.

Charles didn’t even know how much he needed her till she wasn’t by his side anymore.

How do I even tell her?

She’s at my side, peacefully watching the bonfire while I am dying inside to tell her how much se makes me feel.

“Hey…” I started, I don’t even know what Im fucking going to say.

She turned her head to look at me, and tilted her head while shining her big gorgeous eyes at me.

I gulped. She stopped the world completely by just looking at me.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she laughed, and the ends of my lips turned upwards.

“Here, let’s go take some hot cocoa, maybe it’ll help you relax”

She stood up and offered me her hand, and I took it hesitatingly, if I don't do it now when will I do it? I can’t just not tell her.

“Oh god, you’re even paler now.” She looked a bit worried.

“Come on big boy, you will be fine, follow me”

I grunted, but she didn’t stop moving. The cold air hitting us as soon as we left the warmth of the bonfire.

“Here, with marshmallows, just how you like it Charlie.” She showed her teeth at me handing a warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Feeling better?” She placed a falling piece of her hair behind her her ear after taking a sip from her own cup.

“More than ever” I replied.

She looked directly into my eyes, god I could melt right now.

“What was it that you were saying?”

I almost choked.

“Ugh, nothing important”

“Must be, you can always count on me Charlie.” She placed her delicate hand on top of mine.

Charlie, she has called me that since we were little. My parents and hers were friends since forever, and I guess we just followed.

“I just, was thinking about when I was away. Uh, I was just thinking about this… girl.”

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

I felt a sting on my chest

But that is does the mean anything, right?

“Oh” i just managed to say, I looked at my feet just so I couldn’t meet his angelic eyes.

who am I even fooling at this point?

“It’s just, I really, really want her to be more to me than she is now. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool… cool.

“I mean, I don’t know, what is she like?” I looked everywhere just to not look at him.

But I’m pretty sure he must be distracted thinking about this girl.

why am I feeling like this?

“Well” he chuckled. “She’s like, the best woman I’ve ever met. She gets me, and she’s so creative and funny and everything great in this world...”

My heart was slowly breaking by each compliment he gave her.

“…I just want her by my side.”

“Just tell her, if you feel all… this, maybe you should just tell her”

It’s the first time I’ve heard him talk about a girl like this, heck, he even called her a woman.

I finally looked up at him, just to find out he was already looking at me.

His eyes shined with that sparkling light he had. I could resist the smile creeping up my cheeks already.

“Really? I’m just afraid I’ll screw everything up.” He concluded.

“Any girl would be nuts to say no to you.”

His cheeks turned a slightly darker red. I could feel my cheeks burning already.

But I had to stop myself, this isn’t you who he is talking about.

I turned around, I need to take a breath.

“y/n…” he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around. I met, once again, with her dreamy eyes.

“Yes?” I quietly replied.

“You know who I’m talking about, right?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out was trying to say.

I shook my head side slowly. I felt my eyes watering.

I looked around just so that he couldn’t catch my glossy eyes.

But I met with a mistletoe just over a head. I opened my mouth in awe.

I felt a shift in the ambiance, I looked back at Charles and saw him smiling showing his dimples.

He was looking at the mistletoe above us.

“I can’t, I just can’t anymore y/n.”

what?

He met my gaze and took both of my hands, I could feel them over my mittens.

“Since we were kids, there was something about you, the is something about you that has always made my heart skip a beat.”

This isn’t happening.

I could feel my mouth slowly forming a smile.

“And I’ve always thought it was normal for me to feel like this with you. But god, being away from you has been hell. I need you, I can’t conform with just texting and calling.”

“Maybe this might sound selfish, but I don’t even want to picture you with someone else who is not me. I thought it was a little crush, but heck, you make me feel this way every single time and I never get tired of it.”

I was completely speechless.

This is happening.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, but it physically hurts to not tell you how much you actually mean to me. I’d be a fool not to tell you how special you are.”

At this point I started crying.

I cupped his face in my hands.

“What i’m trying to say is… I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

I was left with words, I’ve never been good at telling my feelings.

But I am good at showing them.

I slowly looked up at the mistletoe, and he followed my eyes.

I bit my lip. And furrowed my eyebrows asking him with signs, not words.

“Please” he quietly begged. I didn’t even had to think it twice.

I crashed my lips into his, expressing every single ounce of love I had for him. He followed.

It was the most magical night of the year.

Under the sparkling lights, bundled up in their mittens and coats, sweet dreams of holly and ribbons…

The couple finally found their way together, and their souls finally united and all their wishes came true.

Their love was blooming, and it all started in that little Christmas tree farm.

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Date Day Pt. 2

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 17 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU Trigger Warning: Midly suggestive comment made, creepy behavior, and technical assault (reader gets grabbed)

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You got a message as you were getting ready. Having just finished taking a shower, you checked your phone to see that it was Sophie, who had sent you some memes and a sweet message asking how you were. You answered truthfully telling her you were good but still getting used to a new place. After a second to consider it, you sent her a photo of your two favorite outfit ideas with a question mark.

She answered back immediately.

Sophie

oooh, date night?

the first one looks really good, the second one is

a little too revealing

let me know how it goes :)

yeah, first date. kinda nervous

wish me luck!

The flood of sweet messages that followed made you smile. You took the outfit she had chosen (which included a beautiful soft sweater that just so happened to match Felixs’) and put it on. You finish getting ready just in time to hear a knock on the door, and you grab your keys and phone before opening the door.

You pause, and then hold up a finger. “Give me a second.”

For your birthday a year prior, you had been given a polaroid camera. The first few weeks you had been obsessed, taking pictures of everything and anything just to shake the polaroids out and feel cool doing it, but eventually you had gotten over it. The camera had been rediscovered in the process of packing your bags, and you had brought it along on a whim.

The sight waiting for you at the front door felt like the perfect opportunity to use it.

Felix and Hyunjin were both caught off guard when you snapped the first photo, but as you shake out the photo, they quickly get excited. They both pose for the second photo without you even having to ask. You hold up the first polaroid as the second one develops, showing it to the two boys with a smile as they crowd next to you to take a look.

Breathtakingly beautiful, and yet somehow homey, you were surprised that Hyunjin had toned down his date outfit compared to what he would normally wea. He had picked an all-black outfit that wouldn’t stand out so easily but still managed to make him look like a hundred bucks. He had his hair slicked back, and you knew his face would mostly be covered with a mask while out in public, but in the photo you could appreciate his model good looks in full.

Felix somehow managed to look ethereal, even with wide eyes of surprise. His mouth was slightly parted, having caught sight of the camera just before you took the photo. His hair was slightly messy, freckles barely seen with the washed-out coloring of the polaroid, but he looked just as beautiful as always, even though he was slightly blurry.

“Yah, a little warning would have been nice,” Felix said, even though he smiled down at the photo.

Hyunjin was already looking at the second. “Ah, this one came out so good. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?”

“Don’t go posting any photos on social media just yet. You don’t want fans to recognize you,” You warned.

“I know,” Hyunjin said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll post it later.”

You hear another snap and look back at Felix just in time to see him shaking out one last polaroid, and you roll your eyes. He smirks.

“Had to get one of you too. Especially when you look so breathtaking.”

“Hmm, they’d look so pretty in a photo shoot, wouldn’t they,” Hyunjin muttered, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he takes a photo of the polaroid. “All the beautiful clothes they could wear.”

Felix eyes the photo he took of you. “I think they’d look prettier if they weren’t wearing anything at all.”

“Felix!”

“Sorry babe,” He said, not looking sorry at all.

-0-0-

You weren’t normally a big fan of museums. The paintings were pretty enough, but they never really spoke to you the same way you assumed it did to more artistic people, like Hyunjin. Still, the instillation that he had brought you two for your date was not only the most colorful thing you had ever had the pleasure of walking through, but somehow also very open in its meaning.

You noticed it from the very first room you three walked in. It was covered in colorful strings, which at first just looked pretty, but from certain points in the room the strings would line up just right enough for an image to form. You spotted a butterfly first, and then what looked like a leaf.

Felix waved you over from the furthest corner, joined by two teenagers and a family of three.

“It’s the cocoon. I’m guessing that there’s a caterpillar somewhere,” he told you.

You looked around until you spotted another small group of people in a spot you hadn’t been to before. After pointing it out to him, the two of you walked over hand in hand to find that it was indeed the spot where the strings formed a caterpillar, and he grinned, leading you around the room to watch the entire process take place. You met back up with Hyunjin at the door to the next room, and he eyed your joined hands with a smirk.

“How are you liking the colors?” He asked Felix.

Felix looked back at the strings with wide eyes. “I’m more surprised they managed to form different images with the same strings.”

“Hmm, I think you’ll like this one too.”

Hyunjin led the two of you into the next room. The walls and sectioned off parts of the floor had what you assumed were cotton, only they were dyed in soft pastel colors that matched the soft pastel ombre of the walls and floors. The cotton in the sectioned of portions had small entrances, where workers would allow small groups of 3 or 4 people walk across the ground barefoot. Felix let out a small sound in surprise.

“Wow. It’s like the colors are … only kind of there, but still there. So white.”

You hummed. “I think it’s supposed to be the sky. Look, it’s mostly blue, red, orange, and pink. It’s like a sunset.”

“The cotton is the clouds,” Hyunjin agreed, taking Felix’s other hand. “Want to go walk on the clouds with me?”

Felix nodded, and the three of you made it over to the sectioned off portion. You had to wait a few minutes in the line to walk across, and the worker warned you all to walk slowly and to be careful, but once you felt the ‘clouds’ under your feet you knew that it was worth the wait. You were also immediately sure that it wasn’t cotton you were walking on.

“It’s so soft!” Felix exclaimed, wiggling his toes.

The boys waddled ahead of you, Hyunjin even reaching down to touch whatever you were walking on with his own hands in awe.

It really did feel like you were walking on a cloud.

The second installation wasn’t as interactive as the first two. It consisted of multiple pop-art paintings hanged around the room, and Hyunjin was more than eager to explain some of them to Felix. You, however, made your way around the room quickly, and with a quick thumbs up from the boys to show that it was okay, you advanced to the next room by yourself.

This one truly stumped you. You weren’t sure what it was, no matter how long you looked at it. It was a large pane of glass that nearly split the room in two, and splatters of paint littered across the glass. There were lots of dark blue and green peeking out in spots, but most of the glass was covered in bright red splatters, like someone had launched buckets of paint right at it.

You must have spent a long time staring at the art piece trying to understand because Hyunjin and Felix caught up to you, Hyunjin wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it,” he murmured.

You blinked. “I don’t get it.”

He pointed out the green and blue splotches on the edge. “It’s supposed to be the earth. The blue and green is the planet, and the red represents … well, I guess you could take it literally as blood covering the earth. But I think it does a good job of representing violence, pain, anger, evil. Its pretty open to interpretation.”

“Oh,” you said, nodding in understanding. “Huh, I never would have thought of that.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “He’s just reading the information packet we were handed at the entrance.”

“You mean the one I stuffed in my bag and haven’t looked at since we got here?” You said sheepishly, reaching for the now crumbled paper.

Hyunjin laughed.

Felix began to wander off towards the other side of the room, but Hyunjin stayed with you as you started to read through the packet, learning about the artists of each piece and the meaning behind them. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder, slowly rocking the two of you side to side.

You giggled. “I can’t read if you keep moving me.”

“You don’t need that anyways. I’ll explain everything to you,” he assured you.

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job anyways,” You said, giving up and deciding you’ll finish the packet back at home. “I love the way you explain things. I love the way you see things.”

“I just appreciate all the little things, the beauty in life. It makes all the big things that much more meaningful.”

“Like what?”

He pressed his mask up against your cheek in leu of a kiss, and you leaned back into his embrace. “Like you.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Hmm.”

The two of you stood there for another minute, softly rocking back and forth. You closed your eyes and let his warmth wash over you, the feel of his skin on yours, his chest expanding and retracting as he breathed, his soft humming in your ear.

You smiled. “You mean the world to me.”

He just held you tighter in response.

-0-0-

You had once again managed to wander ahead of the boys. You decided to wait for them in a quitter section, sitting down on a bench and scrolling through your phone as you waited. A family walked through, their chatter filling the small room, but they eventually moved on, and you took a second to observe the painting in front of you.

It was pretty, not as colorful as some of the other pieces you had seen today, but you imagined it had some deeper meaning you didn’t quite get.

A guy a little bit older than you sits down on the bench next to you, and you quickly move you bag closer to your body, scooting to the side with a small nod. The two of you sit in silence, looking at the painting, before he suddenly speaks up.

“It’s amazingly intricate, isn’t it,” he says, voice deep.

“Oh, I guess,” You murmur.

He tilts his head, still staring at the painting. “I’m in awe of the technique. Don’t think I could replicate something that beautiful even if I tried.”

You hummed in agreement.

There was a moment of silence, and then he spoke up again, this time turning to look at you fully. “What do you think about it?”

“Oh, I’m not much of an art person,” You explained. “I’m actually just waiting for someone.”

The man narrows his eyes, nods his head for a few seconds, and then shoots you a blinding smile. “Are you a foreigner?”

You hesitate. “Yes?”

“Your Korean is very good.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“You know, foreigners usually learn a lot from sleeping with Korean men.”

He said the words so nonchalantly, so bluntly, that it took you of guard for a second. You couldn’t even find yourself getting angry or scandalized, because you were just so in shock that someone would even say something like that out loud. It was only then that you acknowledged how uncomfortable he was making you.

You grimaced, standing up. “Right. I think I’m just going to-“

“Yah, leaving so soon?” He says, grabbing your arm as you try to pass by.

The room was empty. There was nobody around, and there was a strange man grabbing you, and it took everything you had not scream. Maybe you should scream. Should you scream? Should you hit him? You began to panic, not sure what to do.

His grip tightened. “Hey, there’s no need to be afraid. I just want to talk.”

“Let go of me.”

You tried to sound authoritative, but you voice wavered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it felt like someone was squeezing it. You try to pull your arm away, but the sudden recoil of the action only has you falling towards the man. The second his other hand touches your hip, you jolt past your hesitation and slam straight into outrage.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing against his chest with all your might.

The action forces him to let go, and you stumble back. You’re tempted to run, and for a split second you almost do, but then the loud laugh of a kid gains the attention of the man.

Two kids run into the room, followed by a very anxious mother trying to get them to quiet down. The woman and kids seem to be part of a group, and the small room slowly starts to fill with people. You turn around to look for the man, but he’s already gone.

The kids laugh loudly again.

You rush towards the bathroom as you feel your eyes starting to sting with tears, anger making your body feel hot and fuzzy. It wasn’t until you were in the empty room that you realized your bag was vibrating. You pull out your phone, eyes widening at the 4 missed calls and dozen texts Chan had sent you. Before you can read any of them, he’s calling again.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing he says the moment you answer.

“I’m okay,” You say instinctively, but then you pause. “I … actually, I don’t know if I am okay.”

“What happened. Where are you?”

“I’m still at the museum, I’m fine … physically. It’s- there was a guy, he said something gross, and he grabbed me. He’s gone now, but it just kind of freaked me out.”

You looked down to your arm, which felt strangely cold from the man’s touch. You felt slimy just thinking about his hands on you.

“Where are the boys?” Chan questioned, and you put him on speaker so you could wash your hands.

“I don’t know. I was waiting for them, and this creep just walked up to me.” You took a deep breath. “I think I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need sweetheart.”

You scrubbed your arm with soap in hopes of elevating the disgust, but the harder you scrubbed the more your skin began to sting, so you gave up. You dried off and took a second to just stare at the mirror. The anger was still there, so was the fear, but mostly you just felt tired. You shook your head, picking your phone back up.

“I think I’m good. I’m really sorry I freaked you out,” you told Chan.

“Don’t ever apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” He let out a sigh. “Are you sure the guy is gone?”

You peeked your head out of the bathroom. “Yeah, I don’t see him. I think he got spooked by the other people who showed up.”

Chan swore on the other end, in both Korean and English. “Do you think you can find Hyunjin or Felix?”

“Yeah, I’ll look for them. I’m sorry you had to feel that. I’m sure you’re busy.” You wandered back to the room you had just been in, but there was no sign of the boys. “I can call you back later.”

“I mean absolutely no offense to you sweetheart, but you must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m hanging up right now.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fair enough.”

It was comforting, knowing Chan was on the phone as you made your way around the museum. Even though you were sure you weren’t in any real danger, and the rooms you walked through were full of people, you knew deep down that you wouldn’t have felt as safe as you did now if Chan wasn’t there, even if it was just him breathing on the other end.

You finally spotted Hyunjin first, letting out a sigh of relief. “I found them.”

Hyunjin looked up with a smile as you ran up to him, but his smile quickly dropped when he saw your face. “Are you okay?”

“Let me talk to him,” Chan said, and you quickly handed over the phone.

Felix wandered over when he spotted the two of you. He noticed the tense atmosphere between the two of you, and he placed a hand on your arm in worry as Hyunjin’s face began to pull down in worry and anger.

“What’s going on?”

You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “Some guy grabbed me, I freaked out. Chan felt it.”

“Wait, some guy grabbed you?” Felix dropped his hand and looked you over in worry. He gently lifted your arm in shock, and you realized that there was a small red mark from where you had been grabbed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“It’s fine, I’m just pissed he got away.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Hyunjin said, and he quickly said something in Korean so fast you couldn’t even begin to understand. “Hyung, I’m calling the cops.”

“The hell you are,” you exclaimed, grabbing the phone out of his hand. “Are you insane?”

“This guy hurt you,” Hyunjin argued.

“That guy is a creep, I won’t argue with you on that, but he didn’t hurt me. He grabbed my arm a little tight, but I’ve been hurt worse by walking into a table.”

“He put his hands on you.” Felix said.

“And what do you plan on doing? Looking for him? Yelling at him? You don’t even know if he’s still here!”

“I’ll have the museum security find out who he is. I’ll track him down myself if I have to,” Hyunjin said.

“Right sure, I can see the headlines now. Stray Kids Hyunjin arrested for attacking a man who was a creep to his soulmate.” You smacked his shoulder. “What happened to keeping a low profile?”

Felix grabbed your hand. “Baby, this guy should have never touched you. What he did was not okay-“

“I know. Believe me, I know.” You interrupted. “But he’s gone now. And I’m not going to let you guys expose yourselves just to … defend my honor. He didn’t do anything that would warrant more than a slap on the wrist. It’s not worth it.”

You could tell neither one was satisfied, but something on your face must have convinced them, because they quickly conceded. You only then remembered you were still on a call with Chan, and you quickly brought the phone back up to your face and asked if he was still there.

“I’m still here,” Chan said softly.

“You get all that?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“I’m hanging up on you now.”

“Please, be safe.”

You smiled. “I will.”

The words ‘I love you’ burned on the tip of your tongue, begging to be released, but you swallowed them down.

It didn’t feel right.

Not yet.

-0-0-

Even though you tried to encourage the boys to finish the exhibit, they unanimously agreed to cut the date short, and you were secretly relieved. You held Hyunjin’s hand tight as you walked past the security guards, knowing he would be tempted despite your agreement, and managed to make your way out into the warm afternoon sun without any issues.

You were relieved that the boys hadn’t been recognized yet.

“You want to go home?” Felix asked, and you thought about it for a second.

Now that you were out of the museum and breathing in fresh air, the idea of cutting the date short and ending it on such a bitter ending felt wrong. You shook your head.

“What do you want to do?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. “Are there any parks nearby?”

“Hmm, there’s one two blocks away,” Hyunjin said, already looking up the directions on his phone. Then he tilted his head. “If you’re willing to walk a little further, we’re not that far from the Han river.”

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to go to the Han river!”

“Then lets go,” Felix said, eyes crinkling.

You walked in between the two, holding hands with both of them and swinging them back and forth. You felt carefree, a nice change from the exhaustion you had felt earlier, and the wind blowing through your hair swept away all your worries. Even so, you could tell neither boy was completely over what had happened.

You pulled your hands together, forcing them to hold each other’s hands as you moved behind them, giving them a big smile. “You two look good together.”

Hyunjin snorted, wrapping his arm around Felix. “Maybe I’ll steal him all for myself.”

Not one to be outdone, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck. “Who says I won’t come willingly?”

Hyunjin jolted back at that, and the two of them started laughing. You raised an eyebrow, noticing the way their eyes darted to each other and then back to you. You patted Felix on the shoulder as you moved past them, skipping to the corner of the street.

“Come on lover boys. You two can flirt with each other later.”

The three of you continued your walk with less tension than before, the events of the museum only a blip of an otherwise nice day.

Well, relatively nice.

It was hot out, as summer was starting to get closer. The sun was shining bright, and by the time you guys found a nice spot near the river and under the shade, you were sweating. While it wasn’t unbearingly hot, Hyunjin’s offer to get ice cream was a blessing.

He told you he would back quickly, smooching your cheek messily as he left.

Felix decided to wait with you as the other dancer left, leaning back on his elbows and closing his eyes to enjoy the cool breeze. There were kids playing and laughing, couples walking at the riverside, and even dogs running in the grass. It was peaceful.

“I hate it, you know,” Felix said.

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

“Having to hide this.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “Not being able to be with you so publicly.”

You eyed his mask still on his face, pulled down only slightly below his nose. Any normal person would have taken it off by now, but even though Hyunjin had led you two towards a fairly secluded area, it was still too risky for his face to be seen in public.

Or rather, it was too risky for him to be seen in public with you.

You looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Felix was quick to reassure you. “It’s what I signed up for when I decided to become an Idol.”

“You still deserve your privacy,” You muttered.

“Would you have done something if we weren’t idols?”

You didn’t have to ask him what he was talking about.

It was silent for a second, wind blowing through the trees above you. Leaves and flowers began to fall around the two of you, littering the grass between you. You grabbed a flower, twirling it around your fingers as you contemplated Felix’s words.

“Maybe.” At the way his face fell, you shifted closer. “Hey, I’m not saying that your idol status was the only reason I didn’t want to get the authorities involved. Like I said before, I doubt they would have been able to do anything more than chastise the guy anyways.”

Felix sighed. “It still doesn’t seem right.”

“It isn’t. But I’m okay, really.”

You reached over to hold his hand, and he gave it a tight squeeze. When he turned his head to look at you, you were already looking at him, the wind blowing hair around and blocking your view for a second. Felix’s eyes shifted to the side, and you turned to see what he was looking at, but you didn’t see anything. You turned back in time to see him pulling his mask down.

His lips were on yours for only a split second, but it was enough to make your face heat up. Felix pressed his forehead to yours, whispering against your lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smiled, letting your lips press together again. “With you? Always.”

He didn’t say anything else after that. Hyunjin didn’t mention your close proximity when he returned, simply handing over your ice cream with soft eyes.

“Careful, it’s starting to melt,” he warned you, but it was too late. A glob of ice cream had slid off the cone and hit your fingers.

He gratefully handed you a napkin afterwards, and you laughed when his own ice cream began to melt onto his hand as well. Felix accepted his own ice cream more carefully, managing to keep his hands clean.

Without thinking too much about it, you licked the ice cream that had fallen onto your fingers before wiping the area with the napkin. You then licked around the cone edge to catch the melting ice cream drops and avoid more of a mess, finishing off with a proper taste of your actual ice cream cone. You looked up to catch both boys watching you with familiar looks.

You snapped your fingers at them, instinctively speaking in english. “Hey, mind out of the gutter. I don’t put out on the first date.”

Felix laughed at your statement, replying in korean. “Damn, there go my plans for the night.”

“Wait, what did you she say?”

The two of you laughed at the confused look on Hyunjin’s face.

Yeah. You were okay.

-0-0-

“Walking me to my door, like proper gentleman,” You teased.

Hyunjin grinned, slipping the ball cap he had used out on the streets and running his hands through his hair. “Maybe we’re just hoping for the end of the date kiss.”

“So I’ve been told,” You said, giving Felix a side eye. “You seem awfully sure of yourself.”

You turned to open your door, planning on teasing them a little bit more, but Hyunjin pressed himself up against you, leaning on his arms resting above you. You turned back to face him properly, flicking his nose.

“Did you need something?”

He puckered his lips in response, and you laughed. You conceded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His own hands dropped down to your waist, his touch warm and comforting as he kissed you softly and slowly. When he pulled away, you were surprised to see him looking almost sad, and you watched his eyes flicker down to your arm where the man had grabbed you.

While it wasn’t noticeable to anyone who didn’t know better, the skin was red and irritated. There was a chance it might bruise slightly.

You tucked your finger under Hyunjin’s chin and lifted his face so you could look into his eyes. “Hey, forget about it. Forget about him.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said.

“It wasn’t your fault,” You assured him. “Don’t let the actions of one horrible man ruin our perfect date.”

“Perfect, huh?”

“Ahh, don’t let it go to your head,” You droned, pressing another kiss to his lips.

To both of your surprise, the moment Hyunjin pulled away Felix was there, pushing you back against the door and kissing you so hard it made you see stars. He practically devoured you, your breath stolen and lips tingling when he finally pulled away. His eyes were dilated, mouth red and slick with saliva that he licked away, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What happened to taking it slow?”

“Screw slow.”

Later that night, as you were getting ready for bed, Hyunjin sent a message to the group chat. It was a picture of you and Felix kissing at your front door, and he sent another message after.

‘Nothing in that museum compares to seeing these two together. This is real art.’

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beanzfandoms · 8 months

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I Miss Her Too

Dean x Sam (Platonic), Sam x Sister! reader

Warning: Mentions of character death, cursing

Description: The brothers open up about their dead sister

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Dean releases a long sigh as he stares out at the parking lot of a raggedy motel on the side of the interstate. The flickering multi-colored sign bleeds into the inky blackness of the Impala, causing the pulse in the man's frustrated mind to burst against his skull repeatedly. Dean's knuckles were sickly pale in contrast to his freckled tan skin as he held the stirring wheel of the parked car in a vice grip.

His cheeks sag under the pressure of the heavy bags carried beneath his sad hazel eyes. The smile marks that tug at the edge of his lips barely show as a deep frown etches across his face. His usual neatly done hair now stuck out in a disheveled state.

Dean notices a tall shadow rising behind the illuminated brownish-white curtains in one of the rooms. The material tugs slightly from the window and soon enough the deep green heavy duty door opens to reveal his brother. He looks down at the wrapped burgers set on the passenger's seat and grabs them before exiting the car.

"These are cold," Sam remarks as Dean pushes them against his chest.

"There's a microwave for a reason," Dean grumbles in response and sits at the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

"You do realize you got three," Sam asks softly after a short pause.

"We'll eat it later; It's no big deal."

""This was how (Y/n) liked it," Sam states while observing the content inside one of the burgers.

"I said we'll eat it later," Dean snaps. He snatches the wrapper from Sam's hands and lays it on the drawer between the beds. He keeps his back turned from his brother as the atmosphere becomes tense.

"Dean," Sam whispers. He presses his calloused palm against the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Dean looks over with a distressed expression and places his own hand over his brothers. "I miss her too."

"I'm sorry," Dean apologizes.

"Let's talk about it," Sam insists.

"No."

"Dean-"

"I can't."

"We promised her, Sam cries, "we promised her before she died that we wouldn't end up like this- distancing ourselves and pretending everything is alright when it isn't. We're letting her down."

"I know."

"I know? That's all you have to say? Dean, she was my sister too. She's gone now and faking a world where she still exists is just hurting us."

Suddenly, Sam slams into the wall with Dean's arm against his neck. Dean glowers over him, scrunching his nose into a snarl. "Don't talk about her like that," Dean mutters before releasing the pressure from Sam's body.

"It hurts me too. It was just the two of us, then she came along rocking our boat and it seemed like we were an unstoppable trio. It's going to be so hard going back to the way things were before bug showed up." Sam collapses on the bed as tears stream down his sun-kissed face.

Dean wraps his arm around Sammy in a brotherly hug. "(Y/n) was one hell of a gunslinger."

"Yeah," Sam smiles.

"And a brat too."

"Hey, she wasn't that bad; Although, she did have her moments."

"Your right."

"She kinda gets a pass for being a girl though."

"That's not what I meant- yes, but no- I meant it's good talking about her," Dean confesses.

"See, I told you."

"Alright, alright. I'm done," Dean whines as he gets up, "We may have opened up a bit, but we are not turning into a chick flick."

"We were having a bonding moment, you jerk!"

"Bitch."

"Really?"

"Rest up. We're leaving in the morning."

"Yeah, you too. I don't need you looking like a living corpse anymore," Sam comments.

"Shut up."

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A shiver trails up Sam's spine and his eyes jolt open in shock. The dark motel room was silent besides the soft snores coming from Dean's side of the room. A soft blue glow appears and shines over the popcorn ceiling. Sam immediately feels each of his tired muscles tense in alertness as the overwhelming foreboding thought that something else was in the room punches his gut.

He slowly reaches under the flat pillows beneath his head for his knife. His fingertips gently graze along the handle and he grasps it tightly. Sam settles his ragged breathing before springing to action. He rushes off the bed in a defense position, with the knife pointing threateningly at the figure leaning over Dean. A soft glow emits from their body as they brush their thumb over Dean's forehead with a gentle smile.

"(Y-Y/n)?" Sam asks feebly. The girl lifts her eyes to him, her (E/c) orbs glittering softly with curiosity. The knife falls from his hand and clatters to the carpeted floor. "You were dead..."

(Y/n) straightens herself, her brows furrowing.

"What happened, bug? Why show up now when we are finally getting over losing you?" Sam's voice cracks and he takes a step towards his little sister. "How exactly did you die?"

The deceased Winchester shakes her head, turning her body away. "Too soon," She gasps out, grabbing at her throat painfully.

"W-what?"

"Love you, Sammy," She whimpers out, before disappearing like smoke and the pale glow fades out.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Don't leave us again!" Sam scurries to unlock the door and runs out. He looks around in a panic, only to find empty cars in an empty parking lot.

"Sammy? What's going on?" Dean calls wearily from the inside, "What is it?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing."

Was he dreaming?

#supernatural x reader #sam winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader #sam x dean #platonic #brotherly fluff #angst #supernatural x sister! reader #fanfiction

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tsukikumai · 9 months

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Jealous much?

Shu Yamino X reader

He doesn’t get jealous… right?

Established relationship, Spicy.

A.N: I’ll write part 2 if this gets to 150 notes. Part 2 would be completely NSFW. (also I promise I will write for Ike some time soon)

Part two here now!

You went to a reunion with your high school classmates with Shu.

Shu would tell you on the drive home, while he drove along the relatively empty streets. “I kinda didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” He would say softly, his hand letting go of the steering wheel and reaching over to your thigh to squeeze it lightly.

“Who? ____?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t really notice him.”

“He looked like he kept trying to get close to you.”

“Oh, he actually confessed to me in highschool but I rejected him.” You realized too late that you probably shouldn’t have told him. “Oh but, I rejected him really hard, l-like I was mean about it.” You tried to make up for your words, exaggerating a little.

Shu only hummed a reply and his warm hands leave your skin as he turned into the basement of your apartment.

Silence filled the air as you waited on the elevator, you glanced at Shu, but he doesn’t notice. You saw a stern look on his face, hoping he’d drop the thought of that guy being remotely better than him. Even though he says he’s not usually the type to be jealous, he just doesn’t know if what he’s feeling is jealousy or not.

You laid on the bed as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, you knew Shu might’ve gone to stream or do some offline work so you finished washing up and were getting ready to go to sleep.

Shu Yamino 👟☯️ NIJISANJI EN

sorry guys! need to postpone this stream til tomorrow because something came up

You saw this notification pop up on your phone before turning it off. “Huh?”

As soon as you see this Shu opened the white bedroom door, he walked in wearing a black hoodie and shorts.

“Why did you postpone it?” You asked, sitting up.

“I’m too tired to stream, that party really exhausted me.” He said while crawling onto you, he laid his head on your chest and his slim hands held onto your back. Your hand instinctively held onto your head and played with his hair.

You chuckled, you liked it when Shu got a little more affectionate and clingy than usual.

“You should join me and sleep then.”

“Mhm..” He moved up and laid on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Red sneaked up to your face as you feel his breath on your neck. “S-shu? Is something wrong?”

“I….” He paused a bit, seemingly debating with himself.

“You’re… m-mine… right?”

“Huh?” You tried to move your head to look at him but his face was hidden within your hair. “What’re you talking about, Shu?” He holds onto your tighter, not saying a word.

“Of course I am. I’m yours and you’re mine, right?”

You feel the sorcerer’s soft lips form a smile against your neck. “Good.” He muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. He planted a soft kiss on your neck. Then another. And then another.

“B-babe….?”

“Hm?” He stopped, pushing up his body to look at your flustered face.

“Did you postpone your stream for this?”

His eyes widened. “Um- No…..”

You glared at him, reaching one hand up to tuck hair behind his ears. They were bright red like a lie detector that had gone off.

“Fine, but I can’t go back on my decision.”

As he said this, with a snap of a finger your shirt somehow teleported to the side of your bed, and his long raven colored hair tied up into a pony tail. Leaving you revealed with nothing to cover. He smiled softly, eyes roaming your body. “Wha- since when could you do that??”

He chuckled in a low tone, his voice reaching your ears in a melodic manner. His strong arms supported you, making you lay against the bed frame. Shu’s slightly cold hands held your waist. His tongue slid against your collar bone, making goosebumps arise, your body shivered.

“A sorcerer never reveals their secrets.”

#luxiem imagines #luxiem #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #x reader #fanfic #nijisanji

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biteforblood · 7 months

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[ SKINCARE HCS #1 ] the shaw pack.

✶ notes : gn!reader, domestic silly fluff, 1.0k

angel + david

i feel like people expect david to not have a skincare routine outside of like splashing water on his face and calling it good. and, like…yeah, he’s done that, but! i think those people are respectfully wong

one, that’s more asher than david. and two, though his routine isn’t as…extensive as milo’s is, david still has somewhat of a process, short and simple as it may be

he’s got face wash that angel helped pick out specifically for his skin; one that won’t irritate or dry his face out, isn’t an uncomfortable texture or feeling, and isn’t too pricey. they also helped him find a light lotion to put on afterwards on the off chance his skin still does kind of dry out because i feel like he has kinda sensitive skin

sometimes, when he’s too tired, he’ll let them apply both the face wash and lotion for him and only grumble a little bit ( if not doze off because his day was so long and their touch is so nice and gentle and— hm? no, he’s awake )

with a bit of pleading and wearing down, angel can convince him some nights to do a nose strip or face mask with them. now, getting him to take pictures with the strip or face mask on is a whole different and much harder story

whenever they can manage to, angel does cute poses while david mostly furrows his brows and pouts frowns, then they’ll add cute and stickers over top. they don’t really posts or share any of the photos — partially because he’s prefer they don’t, but also because they like to have it as something for just their eyes only

and before you ask, no, he will not be putting on a fluffy animal headband, there is no budging him. angel would have to physically fight this literal wolf of a man; it’s either a black hair tie, plain headband, or his hair is down and in the way, but absolutely no fluffy animal headband……unless they pout hard enough, then maybe

baaabe + asher

like i said above, asher is the one who splashes his face a few times with tap water, pats dry with a hand towel, then calls it good. and baaabe is lowkey appalled cause…sir??? no???

what’s kind of funny about it is his skin is relatively clear despite doing absolutely nothing to keep it clean and moisturized ( hand over your non-existent routine and secrets, pet ‘em in the bag, right now )

another hc of mine that makes it even funnier is i also like to hc that asher had really bad cystic acme when he was younger, which you can see scars from if ya look close enough. he still does get some acne on his face — along with his back and shoulders — but it’s not nearly as severe

despite his complete lack of any skincare at all, he will gladly plop down on top of the countertop or toilet and watch baaabe do theirs. he’ll hand them whatever it is they need — wash, cream or lotion, towel, wipe, face mask, pore strip, it is in their hand without even having to ask or reach for it, asher is on it

he’s talking the whole time about anything and everything under the sun. it could be about either of their work or coworkers, it could be his all time favorite topic of gossip, it could be plans for tomorrow or the upcoming week, doesn’t matter what, he’s talking

unlike david who has to be lovingly forced to wear a fluffy animal headband, asher is the one who not only puts it on willingly, but bought both himself and baaabe ones to wear, you can decide what color and animal it is, he would literally wear any of them :)

sweetheart + milo ( + aggro )

milo is the one who has the twenty step skincare routine /hj

and, honestly, not just hum, but sweetheart too. like angel did for david, milo was with sweetheart through every step of the process : what to buy, what products to use, what steps to do in what order, literally every. single. step

despite how complex it is for them to do, this is sweetheart and his way to relax after a long day, this is how they wind down before bed. it’s not just because it’s cleaning off the dirt and sweat and exhaustion, it’s also the tender and domesticity of it ( same goes for showers, but that’s not our focus )

yet another couple who loves to do each other routines for…well…each other. similarly, on the days that are especially draining, they’ll shorten it down to the arguably most important steps — quick wash, pat dry with a soft towel, some lotion. and if on the rare occasion that is too much, then they’ll do a face mask and call it good for the night

now, when it comes to the fluffy animal headband, i feel like milo is 50 / 50 on it. he’s got tons pf headbands and hair ties and whatnot to keep his hair back, and, yes, one of them is a fluffy animal headband, but unless sweetheart wears theirs, he likely won’t choose it out of all the other options

i can’t decide if they have all the bottles and jars and rollers and whatnot spread out on the countertop or stored equally as nicely away in a medicine cabinet

because the first allows the funny thought of someone going to use the master bathroom ( cause you know these two have a master + guest bathroom ) and seeing all of it and being like :O

that, and aggro hopping onto the countertop of which he knows he should not be on and pawing at everything, only for one of them to fix it, only for aggro to then again mess with it

speaking of aggro, that little stinker loves to sit in the bathroom with milo and sweetheart to watch them do their routines before bed. when he’s particularly impatient or tired, he’ll rub against their legs, meowing and crying for them to hurry it up already

#[ ✶ . blood loss ]#[ ✶ . time with a shifter ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted baaabe #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted shaw pack

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powercloud · 5 months

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Turns out, it was easy understanding Satoru Gojo.

You didn’t need years of companionship. His feelings bleed through his skin, begging to be cradled by your arms. And it was so easy to see right through him, almost as if he wanted to be seen despite the uncrossable bridges he’s built. As if he’s gotten so tired at the top he had become desperate, clawing at any chance of connection. And that is what you gave him.

While the moon pours its blue light down the window of his home, it’s beam of light coming down so does Satoru Gojo. He let his mask fall, the black blindfold sliding off his face, then discarded on the foot of their bed. Gojo’s eyes are closed and it only takes your hands nestling his face does he open them. The striking blue color, now familiar, shines through the darkness of his room softly.

He closes them again gently, his lashes fluttering atop his cheeks and you can feel them when you got closer, closing the wall he took years to built.

Satoru Gojo always turns off his infinity with you.

At first you didn’t know why. What made you the exception? What was so special about you that he lets you touch him so freely like this? And it was nights like these that reminded you exactly what the reason was.

You kiss his eyelids, slow and sensual that you can feel him tremble slightly under your skin, you can almost sense the shiver that runs down his spine.

Gojo loves the way you touch him. He loves how so gently you handle him. As if he wasn’t the strongest. As if he was just Satoru Gojo. Not a teacher. Not the strongest. Not the only pillar standing and keeping the jujutsu society from crumbling. With you he was just Satoru Gojo. And it’s been years after Suguru Geto that he finally finds that spark again.

“You’re exhausted.” Your voice pulls him back from his reverie. Gojo nuzzles deeper into your palms, the warmth keeping his face from the cold of the night breeze.

“Yeah,” Gojo says, the tone of his voice strained, his throat felt scratchy. “Had to do ten quick missions.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in the middle above your cute nose, the look of worry on you he finds adorable. “You went straight to Shoko, right?”

Gojo chuckles deeply that it vibrates on your palm. “I didn’t need to.”

“Still, what if—”

Gojo kisses your knuckles, forcing you to let go of him for just a second. “I’m okay,” he reassures, kissing your forehead. “They couldn’t even land a blow.” Gojo didn’t need to mention how he can heal himself, maybe to you if he went to Shoko it’d be one less chore for him.

You sigh, he sees your shoulder relax, he leans his head on them, the tip of his nose inhaling the scent of your hair. He’s kinda sleepy now. Gojo finds sleep to be more comforting these days. Especially since you’re there to warm his bed and his heart.

You whisper against his ear, the light blow from them tickles. “I’m just glad you’re okay then,” you said and his heart swells. Gojo never imagined he’d come home to something so sweet like this. Someone who would seek out his safety and well being. Gojo’s gotten used to his solitude. Initially he had not been well-versed and prepared on how to handle the fact you want nothing from him but to guarantee his deserved happiness, he’s so used being picked apart until he had nothing left for himself. “You should probably go to sleep. You need rest after those ten missions.”

Gojo snakes his arms around your waist and lightly pushes you into the bed, he lays all his weight on you. You welcome him with open arms and airy giggles, your nails scratching his scalp, the soothing sensation shoots from his skull down to his toes, he’s near passing out.

“Good idea,” he grumbles, sneaking the tips of his fingers under your shirt. Gojo only sleeps well enough if he’s touching you right. “Protect me.”

Gojo half expects you to call him ridiculous. This was the most vulnerable he’s been, never in his twenty-eight years of living has he asked to be protected. It was always him who’s doing the protecting. But before those bothersome anxieties burrows itself in his arched heart they disappear once you mutter one word:

“Always.”

Gojo Satoru was easy to understand. Gojo was easy to love.

Gojo Satoru is endlessly, inexplicably and piercingly in love with you.

#I’m always the reader never the writer #That’s my tw for this lmao #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #jjk gojo satoru #jjk fluff #He’s probably out of character #I wanted to write what he’d be like vulnerable af

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wendy130 · 11 months

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One Of Those Days

// Very short writing prompt to get back into the groove. Inspired from this art post I made. Thanks @x-pair-o-dice-x :P

// Warnings: soft vore, safe vore, fluff

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“Hi Techno.”

Techno peers an eye open, blinking slowly as his eyes flicker down onto the empty beach. His gaze lands on a familiar black-and-white haired human, and he hums sleepily, “hullo Ranboo.”

The human looks… tired. More so than usual, at least. They’re shifting back and forth on their feet, looking rather anxious. And, despite it being a hot summer day, they’re wearing a sweater and long pants. On a beach, no less. Usually, they’d be wearing some kind of floral shirt.

He shifts his tail, which is submerged into the ocean, and lifts his head off of his folded up arms with a yawn, “did you need something?”

Ranboo falters and hugs their arms, “uh. Yeah.”

He waits for them to continue on, raising an eyebrow when they don’t. “Okay? What do you need?”

Their mouth opens and closes like a floundering fish, and— now he just feels concerned for the human. “Well, uh,” they start slowly, “I— I, uh, wanted to ask something of you— you don’t have to say yes, obviously. I would understand if you wouldn’t want to—“

“Ranboo,” he cuts them off with a grumble. It only serves to make them more nervous, but he was never the best with comforting people through flowery words. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with whatever you’re talking about, but I kinda need to know what you’re on about.”

“Oh. Right. Uh,” Ranboo digs their nails into their arms with a wince. “Um. I was wondering if… well, if you’d be okay with… with… Um.” Their next words are so quiet and quick, Techno has to strain his ears to understand them. “Eating me.”

And— Oh.

Techno feels his heart soften immediately as he rolls onto his side to reveal his underbelly. “Is it one of those days?”

Ranboo takes the invitation immediately, dragging themselves over to his chest and leaning against it. “Mm.. yeah.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

He doesn’t push. “Okay.”

Neither one speaks for a few minutes, no words needing to be said. They know each other well enough to understand the other’s needs without tedious words. Techno breaths in and out slowly, letting Ranboo match the leisured pace, and Ranboo presses their ear against his chest, listening to Techno’s beating heart, to his powerful lungs, and to his rumbling stomach.

They sit, until Ranboo has enough courage to pull away.

Techno takes it as his cue to cup his hands around the boy and pulls them to his face. “Still want to hide away for a bit?” When Ranboo nods, he parts his jaw open to reveal a glistening, hungry maw awaiting the two-color haired teen. Sliding them past his sharp teeth with ease, he hums in delight. Ranboo always did taste good.

Ranboo bats at his tongue gently as he starts to lick them, soaking up their flavor. “Oh come on, you really can’t hold yourself back, can you?”

He chuckles fondly, mumbling around them, “hey, if I’m getting the chance to eat you, I want to enjoy it a little~”

They groan, and he lets out another chuckle, tucking them further into his mouth with a purr. Despite his teasing words, he continues onwards and left them hanging at the edge of his throat.

“Ready?” He hums, his voice rumbling deep into the human’s bones from how close they are to his throat.

“Yeah,” the human whispers, pawing at his tongue.

With that confirmation, he tilts his head back and swallows. He hovers a hand right against his throat, feeling their little bump glide down against his hand and— something about Ranboo just clicks his instincts into overdrive.

They feel like a mer pup, albeit much smaller, who’s getting tucked away to be safe and sound. He purrs, loud and comfortingly. They’re much safer in his storage, where nothing can reach them.

He lays back down, shifting to rest on his back instead of his stomach, and he places a hand over his storage as something featherlight slips in. “You good?” he drowsily murmurs.

A muffled ‘yes’ is all he gets before he feels them flop down with a groan.

He chuckles. “Alright. I’m going back to napping. Let me know when you want out.”

#writing #tw vore #extreme cuddling #g/t mcyt vore #g/t Ranboo #g/t Technoblade #drabbles #drabble #willing prey #willing pred #g/t vore #vore fluff #soft vore #safe vore

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blessedtobebangtan · 2 years

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backstabbers

trigger warning(s): possible spoilers, cursing, manipulation, cheating, violence, mention of alcohol, toxic relationships

word count: 2589

a/n: this was a request from a writer friend and i kinda felt the motivation. i miss euphoria and elliot and i needed to write something, so enjoy if possible :)

“ Y/N, don’t you want to stop and think about this ?”, Lexi said, worry engraved on her face.

You shook your head pulling onto the sidewalk about five feet away from Daniel’s house. There was a big house party because of the big homecoming game that East Highland won. But tonight, there wouldn’t be any celebrating.

You snatched the key from the ignition and tied your hair back into a bun a few strands falling in front of your empty eyes, “ There’s no need to think, Lex, I’ve had more than enough time to think about what I’m gonna do to that bitch.”

You placed your hand on the door handle ready to go out, but Lexi grabbed your wrist softly tugging you back. Your eyes darted over making her all the more anxious, “ Lexi, you can’t convince me not to, please don’t try.”

Her head lowered and she slowly let you go, but you wasted no time jumping out of the vehicle and heading into the loud, overcrowded house. Lexi sighed in frustratiation before hopping out and chasing you into the house with knowing nothing good would come from it.

You pushed passed the crowds of drunken teenagers into the thick clouds of smoke, you stopped in annoyance as you were all walking in circles not getting any closer to your goal. You gathered your thoughts for a split second, then turned your body to the stairs preparing to the check the rooms, your blood boiled thinking those two might be upstairs fucking while you went absolutely insane.

“ Y/N”, your head snapped towards the right hearing someone call for you over the bass of the speakers. To the right of the room Maddy, Cass and Kat sat on a black leather couch, dolled up with red solo cups in each of their hands. A quiet groan escaped your parted lips while you hurriedly made your way to your friends.

“ Hey, guys.”, you said, looking everywhere else but at the girls. still in search for a certain blonde, “ what’s up ?”

“ Bitch, what’s up with you ? Since when do we wear sweats and hoodies to a block party ?” Maddy’s perfectly threaded eyebrows knitted together at your party attire, a scowl replacing her usual resting face, “ Isn’t the entire point to look fuckable ?”

Kat nodded slowly looking you up and down, “ Yeah, it kinda looks like you just got released from jail, but in like a cute way, kinda. ”. Maddy took a sip of her blue colored alcohol, agreeing with Kat.

You nodded running your tongue smoothly over your bottom lip not really in the mood to talk about fashion, right now.

“ Hey, I thought you and Lexi had to finish up a project or something, tonight ?”, Cassie asked looking at you with a confused expression her

That was true, but it wasn’t as important as what you came to do.

“ Yeah, we finished a little early.”, you lied straight though your teeth and squatted as to be eye level with the girls’, “ Have you guys seen Jules, tonight ?”

They all looked at one another for a moment thinking, but nothing came to mind until Cassie clicked her tongue on the roof her mouth remembering something, “ Yes, I did, the last time I saw her was outside by the pool with Rue.”, she finished smiling proudly, the alcohol clearly making her ten times more confident than usual.

You grinned at the her, : Thanks, Cass, I owe you.”, you softly patted her bare thigh in thanks before standing back up and heading for the outside once more.

The girls watched as you sped through the crowds of people trying to figure what was going on with you, but before anyone could utter a word Lexi appeared in front of them panting quietly.

“ Lexi ?”, Cassie looked up to her younger sister, eyebrow raised in confusion.

“ H-have you g-guys -”, she struggled to catch her breath while grabbing Maddy’s cup and taking a sip to try and quench her thirst.

“That’s alcohol.”, Maddy said staring at her concerned

Lexi’s eyes widened and her face twisted as she spit the contents of the sour drink back in into the cup, “ Of course it is.”, the words from her mouth within a groan as she handed the cup back to Maddy with an tired smile, “ Great, now I’ve lost Y/N.”

“ Y/N ?”, Kat asked, “ She just passed through here, too.”

Lexi’s eyes widened and her lips slowly parted in fear, “ Did you see where she went ?”

Cassie smiled, ” Yeah, she went outside to go see Jules, but she went off in a hurry before we could say anything else to her.”, she shrugged ingesting some more of her drink.

“ I’m too late.:, Lexi swallowed thickly as she peered out past the sliding doors of the wrecked house and seeing you walking up behind Jules, your eyes staring holes into her unsuspecting figure.

“ What is it ?”

“ Y/N is about to kill Jules.”, she said just loud enough for the other girls to hear, their expressions dropping as well.

“ Hey, Y/N.”, Rue waved to you and smiled softly peering behind Jules shoulder to see your determined facial expression, “ Where’s Le-”

“ DUMB FUCKING BITCH!”, you yelled as you grabbed a cluster of Jules’ short blonde locks causing her to emit a blood-curdling scream partly because she was a little drunk and had no idea what the fuck was going on, but this definitely sobered her up.

You harshly pulled Jules a couple steps backwards with your grasp, she looked up to see who the perpetrator was, but only saw a glimpse of your infuriated expression before your hand that was already hung in the air came swinging down and colliding with her left cheek.

Rue’s eyes widened and her little weed high was broken seeing her best friend since childhood assault her girlfriend for no resume, she presumed.

Everyone stopped what the were doing, all eyes falling over to the unsuspected altercation. Surprised to see a fight including you of all people, you were usually so kind and never really got loud with anyone, but this was like seeing a cross-over episode.

Jules fell to her side at the impact giving you the perfect opportunity that you wouldn’t miss, you rolled your eyes at her cradled form before laughing mockingly, “ Come on, bitch, you’re making this too fucking easy for me.”

You didn’t wait another second to straddle your best friend and began to punch her mercilessly. Each hit connecting with either side of her perfectly sculpted face that seemed to attract the attention of your boyfriend so easily, this thought only led you to put in more power with each hit.

“ I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU AND YOU COULDN’T EVEN BE RESPECTFUL OF MY RELATIONSHIP “, you continued to yell in her face although the words were coming out of your mouth, no sound reached her ears as she struggled to get away from your grip.

The girls ran around the perimeter of the pool as fast they could, never taking their eyes off of the fight. On the way, Lexi explained how she saw Elliot and Jules making out in the backseat of his car when she was leaving school a little late.

“ That’s why she was so off with us, earlier.”, Cassie said feeling dumb she didn’t even realize

“ So, then this is a justified ass beating ?”, Maddy asked crossing her arm over her chest and raising her eyebrow questioningly, “ Why should we get in the middle of it ?”

Kat jogged trying to keep up with the gossip and pace of Lexi’s feet, “ Sounds like it to me.”

Lexi turned around about to explain the million and one reasons why violence is wrong until she heard Jules scream for help and she was back to reality. She made it within a couple of feet from you guys and stood next to Rue, who was still in absolute shock not knowing what to do, “ Y/N !”, she yelled to tyou unsure of what to say exactly.

“ Lexi, do you mind clueing me in on what the fuck is going on ?”

“ Well, you see, Jul-”

“ Come on, Y/N beat that bitch’s ass !”, Maddy yelled as she clapped her hands

“ Someone get her off of me ”, Jules yelled to anyone in between the slaps you so effortlessly bestowed upon her until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and swiftly pull you up from her body, your anger only raised further as you began to kick and squirm trying to reconnect with her again. You watched as Rue ran over to her, falling to her knees and taking a hold of Jules in her embrace.

“ It’s okay, I’m hear, now.”, Rue whispered into Jules as she rubbed her back trying to calm her down.

“ Baby, please calm down.”

You finally stopped resisting hearing the sound of Elliot’s deep, soothing voice in your ear. Being so damn angry at Jules, you never even stopped once to think about your boyfriends’ infidelities'. You went limp in his arms that were secured around your waist, you mentally cringed at the feeling of his touch that felt hot to your skin.

“ Let me go.”, you said just loud enough for him to hear. Reluctantly the traitor previously known as your lover and best friend, loosened his grip on your body secretly afraid of what you might do next.

Once you heard his arms plop to his side, you took a few steps forward keeping your eyes glued to your black worn-out sneakers not the slightest ready to look up at Elliot.

“ Will someone please tell me why my girlfriend just got attacked for no reason ?”, Rue yelled, you instantly looked up hearing the aggression in her voice and you met her worried gaze. That fast a wave of guilt washed over you and you felt like shit for not thinking things through a bit more.

But, it was all gone again at the feeling of Elliot’s hand softly rubbing your back, “ Have you been drinking, babe ?”, he whispered to you with a small pout on his pink lips as if he were clueless and now your blood boiled hotter than you could even put into words

Now you were all revamped and unapologetic, “ She fucking deserved it.”, you said looking down at her limp body and raising your lip in disgust.

“ What the fuck, Y/N”

You pulled away from Elliot’s touch and nodded at her, “ Seriously, Rue, you’ve been in the dark this entire time because your beloved and innocent girlfriend has been keeping some secrets from you.”

Her usual confused expression was intensified as she looked down at Jules. You smiled at the blonde as her faced slowly turned from Rue’s lap and in your direction, “ Rue, I-I d-”

You groaned in irritation at the sound of her voice and cut her off, “ Oh, so now you can’t speak fucking english, that’s fine.”, you nodded and cleared your throat despite Elliot’s worried glare that was a production of mixed emotions, you were glad to piss him off in any way you could, “ You see, while the both of us have been being loyal and honest partners, for the most part..”, you said quietly, remembering Rue's secret relapse that wasn’t very secretive if mostly everyone knew, but it was none of your business to tell and you wanted to keep her as a friend no matter what you had to do, “ my manipulative boyfriend, Elliot and your sweet Jules have been fucking behind our backs.”

The outside of the party was now filled with pretty much everyone who wasn’t completely passed out from drinks or whatever drugs were being passed around. Quiet chatter began to break out amongst the crowd of teenagers as no one could believe what was going on.

Elliot’s face dropped and his expression became unreadable, but you didn’t give a single fuck, he deserved to be confronted with the whole truth and feel like the dickhead he was.

“ Are you kidding me ?”, she asked looking in between Jules who began to sob as if she heard the worst news of her life and at Elliot who couldn’t even return her gaze.

“ Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about, alright ?”, Elliot said calmly, but on the inside you knew he was boiling and feeling more than humiliated that he’d been caught up. In his head he thought this was the perfect plan; a real relationship with the girl of his dreams and a little bit more pleasure from his good, willing friend.

“ Don’t fucking lie to me, Elliot, I already look batshit crazy to everyone, don’t make me feel dumber than I've been.”, you shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes despite your mental pleas not to, “ Besides, you can’t deny an eye witness, can you ? Lexi saw you two fucking backstabbers in the back of your car making out.”, you informed him with no emotion and he was silent in the face of his own actions.

Lexi nodded glaring at Elliot with the same hate you now had for him.

“ So, if I understand all of this correctly”, you said, gesturing between the two of you with a tear falling down your distressed face “ you would spend the day fucking that weak ass homewrecker, stringing her along with sex a-and the thought that you would leave me for her.”

“ Y/N, please, let’s talk about this in private.”, he begged, reaching out to try and grab your arm, but you backed away. You never wanted to feel his touch again.

“ Then you’d come to my house, make me feel special enough to where I didn’t suspect anything and tell me you loved me, how you want to marry and one day have your fucking children an-”, your voice broke, you couldn’t go any further. Elliot's mind went blank as he realized just how badly he fucked you over and ran a hand through his blonde locks with aggravation

You were so damn tired, physically and mentally from this day. You almost wished you never found out that you were still living in this lovely daydream where your boyfriend wasn’t a liar and Jules was still your supportive, loving friend, but you knew what had to happen- happened.

“ You know, just- just fuck it. I’m tired of talking and I know you’ve got to be tired of sneaking around.”, you chuckled unironically and threw your hands in the air a sign of defeat, “ You are so disgusting and I’m so sorry I ever invested my time in a piece of shit like you.”, you said truthfully without another glance you began to turn towards the exit, but you stopped in your tracks feeling his hand on your wrist.

“ Why don’t you just let me explain myself and we can talk it ou-”

“ Don’t fucking touch me.”, you hissed at him with such hate you didn’t even know was possible to produce. Elliot let you go, hesitantly and stared down at you with pleading eyes, but not a word left his mouth.

“ You’re a fucking joke, Elliot, do me a favor and delete my number because I would be fucking great if I never had to hear from you, again.”

With those last words, you turned on your heels and began to make your way into the house, Lexi rushed to catch up with you, but not before flicking off Elliot with pleasure.

#elliot x y/n #elliot imagine #elliot euphoria #elliot angst #euphoria #euphoria imagine

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silent-raven13 · 9 days

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Together... Again.

(AU: Kinda like It's Over- It's a breakup one-shot but a bit diff)

A few days ago...

Hobie breathes heavily in the restroom, he stares himself in the restroom's mirror. Seeing himself looking so upset, he didn't want to be here. There was a knock at the door, "Coming." He quickly dry his hands to find Gwen looking worried.

"You okay? Was this too much for you?" She asked with her blue eyes on him.

"Nah, nah. I'm good, I just needed a moment." He had his black trenched coat still one, his hair into look thick wicks. The sadness in his eyes said it all to his friend.

"Hobie, it's okay to not be here. I can tell Miles, you weren't feeling good or-" Hobie chuckles, "No, he will never live it down. I need to just get this over it." He pass Gwen before going back to the party seeing everyone, background jazz playing in the background and chatter as people eat snacks and drinks wine.

The Punker walks passing anyone he knew seeing his main goal in the middle of the room, his inky eyes on Miles. Beautiful Miles. His precious Sunflower that he let go so long ago.

Miles wearing gold and white silk color shirt with white pants and shoes. His hair kept in a short afro with a fade at the side. Hobie yearns to touch him, hold him. It's been so long.

"Hobie, my man!" Hearing Pavtri's voice on his right ear, the punker quickly felt the his Indian friend giving him a big bear hug! "I'm glad you could make it! Oh man, I miss you! Where have you been?"

"Ugh!" Hobie grunts, then gently pack his friend, "Umm, I've been good. Just busy being Spider-man, ya'know?" Clearly lying, he didn't want to see anyone, especially him!

Pavtri pouted having his short wavy hair covering on of his face, he bread a bread on his face and became a muscular buff male being almost tall enough as Miles. "Hahah! I get it." Being such a bubbly person, then turns over, "Miles! Hobie's here."

Miles finally turns from the conversation he was having with his guest, then he excuse himself going over to the two. "I've noticed, bae." Miles went over to kiss his fiancee on the cheek, then he gave a happy sincere stare at the punker. "I'm so glad you're here. It means a lot." Miles gave him a hug being so happy his ex/friend made it to his Engagement party. "Like the goatee, man."

"Yeah... um, heh. Been too long, Sunflower." Hobie intake his ex-partner's scent one last time, he hug him for what felt like an hour. He misses him.

Pavtri gave a small smile with a nod, "Well, glad you can make it. We have a large buffet from Indian to Puerto Rican! Have you ate?" Miles pulled away to hug his fiancee's arm as the two hold hands and smile at each other.

"Oh not hungry, mate. Just ate before. I've been very busy as Spider-man and stuff," His dark eyes landed on Pavtri and Miles holding hands being so close to one another. "Umm, sorry. Forgot to say Congratulations! How long you two been together?"

"Thanks, buddy! Um... I think we're going on five years." Pavtri grins widely at Miles being in love, "Right, Anbu?"

Miles happily kisses his soon-to-be husband with a chuckle, "Right!"

Hobie can say he hate it all of this. It felt so wrong! Never in a million years he would see one of his best mate and the love of his life being together! To this day, he pray they would break up so he can have a chance to be with his Miles again. He knew he regretted leaving his Sunflower, when they were in their late teens, he should've done better. To neglect the love of his like that, only to miss him so much.

Pavtri happily drag him around to meet their other friends, the punker didn't know what to do but endure it. He saw how many were happy with Pavtri's and Miles' engagement party, being super excited for the wedding.

When Hobie found out about their relationship, he had asked Gwen about Pavtri's girlfriend he deeply love for many years. Gwen had told Hobie that Gayatri left Pavtri to pursuit her career in the fashion industry, and wanted to explore herself. Somehow Pavtri and Miles find themselves falling in love, Hobie never understood the two's love. It was all odd, yet here they are about to get married.

It upset his stomach in the worst way possible quickly going out in the balcony of Mumbatten, hearing the busy streets, feeling the cold breeze against his face. After twenty minutes, Miles found him being along and brought two glass of wine. "There you are, man. Pav wanted you to see the ice sculptures."

"Heh, never take you to be the type for all of this." Hobie leans against the balcony rail being overwhelmed by everything.

"Ha, Pav always wanted a big wedding. I'm letting him have his dream wedding." Miles handed him a glass of wine, they both clink their glasses. They took a sip of their wine. "Mm, good, huh?"

"Yeah, wow. Excellent wine." Hobie took another sip at the bitterness.

"I know, I wasn't a fan but it grew on me. One of my favorites." His ex hums with his finger rubbing the rim. "Hey, I wanna say... I'm proud of you. I know this can be hard, but I'm glad that we can move past it all. It's been years, y'know?"

"Yeah, we're blokes in our early thirties..." The punker said as the two looking out the city and feeling the night's wind.

"Hah, yeah. You know, this means a lot to Pav, too. That you can accept us."

"Can or I have to?" Hobie finally asked before he finish the glass of wine, he saw the balcony door shut, "I... I still love you, y'know."

"I know." Miles sighs with his eyes sadden as he took a sip of his wine.

"Then why continue this?"

"Because I love him, too. Hobie, you and I were a thing of the past."

"I told you before you started dating him that I wanted a second chance, and you turn around and kept going with HIM!" He began with his heart hurting, "I am better, I realized I messed up! Why couldn't-" Miles cut him off, "Your too late, Hobie. I told you from the moment I told you about me and Pav. I don't want to be with you because you didn't love me enough to fight for us, to be with me, to love me! You forgot how much a jerk you were to me? I can't be with you. Pav makes me feel special, safe, he loves me from the moon and back and you- you were never capable of that."

"But I am better. I'm grown! I can be-" Miles finally faces him with his eyes filled with pain which made the punker stop ranting, "I... I'm sorry. I just... I'm happy for you that your happy, but... I still love you."

Miles frowns, "Hobie, it's too late for us..." Hobie could only feeling his heart shattered.

Moving forward to Present time!

Every well experienced Spider-hero was busy fighting off a variant of the Kingpin was inventing a machine to time travel. Miguel shouted, "Stop him! Do not let him finish the machine!"

Miles fought the large man seeing how strong he gotten. "You can stop! I will have my way!" Kingpin shouted in anger.

Then Gwen and Pavtri came tackle the large man down along with Peter trying to tie the man down. Hobie quickly took down several of the villain's goon, until he spotted the time-travel device, it's like a sleeker version of the Gizmo, and in black and gold.

"Wait, stop! Let me go! I need my family back! I need to change the past!" The Kingpin begs being pinned to the ground.

Family back? Hobie's dark eyes look at the watch being mesmerized by it as he hears the Kingpin talking, "It will get me another chance to be with my family. I need my family. I am nothing without them! My wife... my son!" He weeps on the ground.

Another chance!

Hobie quickly put on the Time Traveling watch on his wrist, he hears Peter said, "We'll let the cops handle him."

Miles turns to Hobie going over, "Hobie, do you have the device?"

"What?"

"Let's give the device to Miguel. He wants to study it before destroying it..." Honey-brown eyes squint as he slowly read his ex-boyfriend's expression. "Hobie..." He let his hand out to get the device.

The Punker took a step back, staying quiet. He could get another chance. He can fix this! He'll be able to be happy again! Him and his Sunflower forever together!

Miles's pressed his lips together taking his hand back with a serious tone, "Hobie, whatever your thinking... don't." Now the rest of the Spider-heroes around them heard.

The next thing Hobie did was type the date and push the button releasing a large Celestial Cerulean blue with electric sparks ripping through their reality.

"HOBIE!" Miles shouted as the portal release a large burst of powerful wind and loud swooshing sounds.

Miguel growls out loud, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BROWN?"

"HOBIE STOP!" Gwen shouted.

The punker looks at Miles with sadden eyes, "I'm so sorry, but I have to fix this." His ex-partner's eyes widen in shock before he could stop him.

"HOBIE!" Miles shouted out loud for him being the last voice he hears.

Hobie jumps into the portal seeing time turning back with black and blue colors of space and time being static.

Back to 12 years ago; Hobie was 20 years old, and Miles being 19.

When the thirty two punker finally jumps into the past. Just before his young self is about to make the most stupidest mistake. The watch took him to HQ on Earth 928, he had to play off being another variant of Spider-Punk as he search for his younger self and young Miles.

He spotted them in a lone hallways by themselves. As he recalls this memory, this is where he and Miles fought about their last break up. He remembers they would say they were done only to be back in mere seconds. He stood behind the walls as he listens.

Young 19 year old Miles crying at his boyfriend, "Hobie, I'm telling you that I'm tired of waiting for you to come around. I'm tired of being treated this way. It's not fair to me. You don't love me."

"You sign up for this! Why couldn't you leave then?" Young 20 year old Hobie spoke coldly, "I never told you I wanted this!"

"But you and I were so good together from the beginning! What happened?" Miles sniffs trying to wipe his tears.

The young punker scoffs, "Sunflower, I've done nothing wrong."

"You're ignoring me! You don't love me the way I-" Hobie snaps at him, "Then break up with me! That's what you want, huh? I don't need you! I'm fine with-" Older future Hobie finally uses his web to shut the little punk off, never had he felt the urge to beat his younger self till now.

Miles' honey brown eyes widen as he saw his boyfriend being web. "You got a lot of nerve talking down to him like that." Older Hobie finally came out of the dark to reveal himself.

Young Hobie ripped off the web glaring daggers at him, "Oi, dis is none of your business. What are you? An older variant of me?" He snorted.

"Bae, stop. Let's just-" Older Hobie said in a stern voice," NO! You," He pointed at his younger self, "You and I need to talk."

"Pftt, no. I don't follow-" The older man didn't give a shit and yank younger Hobie's ear having to drag him off, he turns to Miles, "He loves, y'know? He loves so much but he got some fucked up demons he can't face. it's not you, Sunflower... it was never you. You were too good for him... maybe better but..."

Miles' big doe eyes gleams at him with hope as tears fell down his face. Younger Hobie shouted, "Oi, shut the fuck up, mate! I ne-" Older Hobie cut him off, "He will always love you and will never be able to move on... If you do break up with him, please give him a second chance, okay? That's all he would ask from you."

"Okay..." His little Sunflower said in soft tone being surprised and confused.

"Now, me and you! Come on, lad. We got a long deep conversation to handle!" Hobie drags his younger self into a dark office room, harshly shoving the little punk into the wall.

Young Spider-Punk winced being slammed against the wall, "Aye, mate! Are you fuckin-" Older Hobie put both his arms side by side between his younger self's head, leaning over with a hissed, "Clean up your shit, bruv! You're gonna lose the only person worth living for! Act right, before it's too late or else I'ma beat the shit out of you till you come to your senses."

"Are you threatin' bruv? I ain't gonna do shit. If he wants to leave, he can fuck off! And ha- pretty cute telling him, he's the love of my life when he was nothing but a simple fuck!" He shoves back the older Hobie in anger, "Fucking try and fight me. I dare ya."

Older Hobie made a fist in anger, "Look, I know your like this because your using heavy drugs, you think your not loved. You're not worth it. You're trying to make the mess before it happens." He looks away knowing all of this.

Young Hobie cover his left arm covering the part where he injects drugs into him, looking surprised if not frighten. "How-How did-" Older Hobie finally looks at him with a serious tone in his voice as he walks closer to him, "Your afraid of things being too good, then it comes crashing down to shit! I know, you're afraid of it happening because you think it's you! You think your the reason things will go bad that's why your trying so damn hard pushing your Sunflower away. I'm here to tell you to get clean, go get therapy- not just for him but for yourself, too."

"Pfft, you're full of bollicks, mate! i-" This time the older man slams the younger Spider-punk against the wall hearing it crack, then gritted his teeth, "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT! Do not let him go! If you do..."

"If I do?" Younger Hobie sneered with his eyes glaring murderous at the supposed variant. "Huh? What?"

"You'll regret it for the rest of your life! You will be all alone watching him fall for someone else, moving on while you're in the background watching over him with a bottle of whiskey!" Older Hobie lets him go as he turns away thinking about those sad years, "Your wonder how stupid to not listen to him, to change! Everything will be too late by the time you realize, he'll marry someone else while your forgotten like the mere shit on your boots." One hand cover one of his face.

Why was he doing this? His younger self is too stubborn. Nothing will change by his words, nothing will get through it. Was he meant to be alone.

Younger Hobie stood with a hard gulp, his dark eyes on the older Hobie variant. The more he study him, he looks too depressed, too different than the other Hobies he met. This one spoke so much truth about him like he KNOWS him! How? Why?

Stubbornness kicking him, wanting to make him to argue back, yet his Spider Senses warning him to stop. His gut begging to trust this man. His heart beating so fast like adrenaline or panic going high gear. "You're not a variant, are you?" He finally asked with another swallow of his salvia.

The older male finally face him with his eyes already telling him the truth, "What gave it away?"

"You speak a lot of truth like you were stalking me or sumthin'." Younger Hobie finally sighs with his hands in his pocket, "Either way you should mind your business."

"This business is my business, lad!" Older Hobie glares at him with a harsh tone, "I am you from the future! Look at this, bruv!" He shows him the black watch, "I time travel to warn you about the future, about us! How we will be completely alone and-" Then the door slams open revealing future Miles shouted, "DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" Younger Miles follow behind him!

"Sunflower!" Older Hobie's eyes widen in shock at him, "What- how?"

"I jumped in before the portal got closed!" Older Miles scowls being too upset, "How could you do this? Do you realize you're messing with time?"

Younger Hobie quickly went over to younger Miles seeing the two grown ups. Young Miles look at his partner, "Crazy how they are our variants, huh?" Finally speaking to his boyfriend.

"They're not our variants... they are us from the future." His boyfriend took out a cigarette to smoke.

"What?" Miles' eyes widen then staring back at their future self.

Future Miles points his finger at his ex-partner, "You have no damn right to do this! You were the one that left! I moved on! I found love and your here to ruined it! You're one selfish man, Hobie Brown!" His voice shows signs of anger and frustration.

"I'm only trying to save us! You told me you still love me! Yet you're gonna marry PAV!" Future Hobie shouted, "I'm trying to fix this so we don't have to go back to our awful present!"

"Wait, Pav." Younger Hobie asked out loud being surprised.

Younger Miles only remained silent, because all of these reason were already the main issues on their relationships. Being marry to Pavtri was a bit crazy for him.

"Awful present! You only think that because you pushed everyone away. You became a loner! You pushed me away- the love of your life? The one you make all these fucking claims!"

"I did it to get better!"

"No, you did it because you thought you were ALL THAT! Now, you're lonely and a bum! I'm not playing with you, we're going back before you fuck everything up! I'm going to marry Pav and that's it!" Future Miles sneered in anger having hot tears running down his face, "No matter what I do you always come back to me like a fucking virus! Why? Why can't you just move on like you wanted!"

Younger Miles finally saw his future self so upset, so lost... this was there future. Him and Hobie all is pain and never happy? Will he ever be happy with him? Was there a chance to stay and fix it? He felt tears coming down his cheek, touching it to realize he's in pain.

"I can't because I love you! I'm a changed man. Why couldn't you give me another chance! You were the best thing that happen to me! I know I've neglected you! I treated you like crap but-" Future Miles shook his head, "No, I've moved on. You broke up with me! You and I were done the moment you said you were sick of me. Sick of us! That you claimed you can do better- that you found better! I work too hard to move on from you! I'm happy with Pavtri, he makes me feel safe, loved, our love is special! Nothing like us! We were toxic!" Future Hobie stare in disbelief yet so hurt. He to was shedding tears.

"Oh my god," Younger Miles finally said getting all their attention. Younger Hobie was busy trying to ignore all of this while smoking his cigarette, he only stayed to watch the drama. Then, Younger Miles turns to face his boyfriend being so shaken, "Is this what me and you will be?"

"What?" Younger Hobie looks confused.

"Oh my god, this is it! This is our future!"

Older Hobie looks up being terrified by his younger ex-boyfriend. Future Miles too look panicked, "Wait, no. This isn't what you think! You two, weren't supposed to see this! This- Fuck, you guys are supposed to break up from a few days from now-" Younger Miles started to breathe in panic as he took a step back from fear, he even got away from his boyfriend, "So we do break up! We-We are just stuck in this bullshit, huh? I can't move on, because YOU," He turns to his boyfriend, "You will come back to me after all we been through and YOU are going to leave me, even though I try! I try and TRY!"

"Wait, Sunflower. This is all bollocks You believe this will-" His Sunflower shouted out loud, "Get away from me! You and me are done! i can't- I need to move on! I- I have to get away! I can't- I won't!"

"Wa-wait!" His boyfriend looks in shock at the way his boyfriend looked at him. For the first time, his eyes opened at the realization of being alone and how his Miles' stare at him with pain and heartbreak. "Sunflower! SUNFLOWER!"

"NO, I CAN'T BE WITH YOU! WE'RE BAD FOR EACH OTHER!" Younger Miles stumble back having to cry.

"No, listen! Look at me." Future Hobie grab younger Miles to face him, "Breathe. Relax. You will be fine."

"Why did you have to come here?" Younger Miles broke down crying. "I'm so tired of trying to make this work! Why couldn't you just leave everything alone!"

Future Miles stood silent as he wipe his own tears, he noticed his engagement ring disappearing. Was their present already changed?

"I'm so sorry, luv. Understand that...-" The older man stood quiet, "I'm sorry." He hugs younger Miles, He thought he could changed the past, but this only prove nothing has changed. He's a selfish man.

Younger Hobie saw Future Miles' wiping his tears in silence. He's done with everything. The look of disappointment, hurt and frustration were all shown through his body language. This made the young punker's nervous- dare he say scared for the future. He didn't want to see this kind of Miles, this broken person who seems so tired and depressed.

"Hobie, let's go. We can't stay here any longer." Future Miles said in a serious tone.

"Fine." Future Hobie pulls away from young Miles, "I'm so sorry, luv. Don't cry no more, not even for me. You're a strong lad, you know? I always admire that from you." He wipes his younger ex's tears from his face giving a sincere smile. "Do what you need to do. I'm sorry for trying to change something for myself..."

Younger Miles nodded with his hand rubbing his other arm being quiet. He didn't go near his partner or try to look at him.

When the two future beings stood together, they open the portal to their timeline. Their past self watches them go.

12 years back to their Future

When the two came back, Miles saw a pissed off Miguel. "BROWN, YOUR IN BIG TROUBLE!"

"Yeah. Yeah. Suspend me if you want." Hobie tosses him the watch, "I don't care. Bunch of bollocks this doo-hickey!" Miguel caught the the time travel watch. "Morales control your partner!"

"What?" Miles asked in shock.

Gwen said, "Did you hit your head, dude? You and Hobie are married!"

"What!" The two said in shock. The two couldn't believe it, they were married for years! Gwen and Pavtri had to tell them that they broke up for a while until they decided to be together, again.

It left the two in disbelief by the mere conversation with their younger past had completely changed everything in their lives. Miguel had to explain to them that they were lucky nothing major had shifted the future, forbidding them to ever going back to "fix" it, again.

When they got to Miles' apartment back on his Earth 1610, he saw that it was no longer his space, but with him and Hobie. It seems like they share a long beautiful past. Miles stood being disbelief, "Looks like you got your way, huh?"

"I... I didn't mean... not like that." Hobie looks at one of the photos of him and Miles' wedding, "Do you- Do you remember anything yet?"

"No... not yet. Miguel said it'll come back or mix between OUR future and this future." Miles rubs his temples being so lost for words. "I... I'm trying hard not to be mad at you. I know, you wanted to talk with yourself seeing how in our relationship, not all of it was bad. I'm sorry for calling us toxic."

"I'm sorry for not letting you go when I know you needed it." Hobie turns to hug his ex or rather now, husband, "I never meant- I just wanted another chance to show I am a good man. If you want we can get a divorce and I'll leave you alone."

Miles looks at him for the moment, then sighs, "I... I'm willing to try again seeing how things are. I know, I've been harsh with you even though I still felt the same way with you. I always did love you, y'know."

Hobie let out a tearful laugh of relief a big smile on his face before he buries his face into his neck, "Are you sure? You want to take the leap with me, again?"

"I'm willing to be together... again." Miles hugs him tightly and kiss his head. The two dance slowly in a circle pretending to hear music as they wanted to be held by this. "I wonder what fixed us."

"We'll remember it." His now husband softly said, "I do love you, Sunflower. I will be the man you deserve."

"Oh I'm expecting it." Miles giggles, as they pressed their forehead togethers.

"I love you, so much." Hobie kisses him.

Back to the past.

A few days passed after the incident.

Young Miles sat by himself in a random spot in HQ, after meeting his future self he decided he needed time for himself. Leaving Hobie was a difficult thing to do, but this was greatly needed. Something about his heart and Spider Sense told him this was for the best. So struggling with his heartbreak, it wasn't too bad.

Maybe it was long over due in his opinion, though...

The reminder of his older ex-boyfriend telling him that he always loved him, it felt nice. To finally know somewhat that his Hobie did love him or loved at one point. It didn't matter now. All that matters is himself and healing trying to be himself. Maybe he should take on a hobby like writing or knitting? Eh, who knows! This was the journey of Miles G. Morales.

Just when he took a bite of his sandwich, he hears heavy footsteps. "Aye, Sunflower..." Hearing his ex-boyfriend's voice. "You got a minute?"

Big doe eyes meet dark inky eyes, then he nodded in silence. "Okay."

The Punker sat down next to him, he had his own lunch of fish n' chips instead he pull out his cigarette to smoke. He kicked his legs as the two sat in silence, then he gave a weak chuckle, "Hah, now I know how you feel when your being neglected, huh?"

"Get to the point, Hobie. I'm eating." Miles chews being busy trying to eat his sandwich and chips. "I got a lot to do today."

"Heh, right... always Spider-man." The punker inhale his cigarette then bite his bottom lips, "I'm hurt, alright?" His ex-boyfriend looks at him waiting for more. "And it's not because of the break up- well, it's part of it but, I think I got a lot of fucked up shit from my past that isn't helping me... I self destruct too much, y'know?"

That is true and Miles thought he could fix it with his love. "And you think you're the main reason- well, your not. A lot have to do with me mum, siblings, me being homeless- surviving... Anyone I met I had to study them, observe them. To know they're not shit. You, Gwen, Pav- everyone we knew and love help me make me own family, yet... I'm not happy- or I'm on edge all the time. Being with you was the greatest thing in my life, luv."

Miles set his food to the side to listen some more, his eyes on his ex. "You were the light I needed to keep going. Yeah, the beginning of us was so good- so amazing, but..." He shook his leg being nervous, his voice shaken, "I felt if I shown you my true self... you would hate me or if our relationship was too good then boom! Everything gone to shit... I rather cut it off before it starts. Seeing our future self- my future self, the linger smell of liquor and cigarettes- Fuck." He weeps with his hand on his face harshly wiping off his tears.

His Sunflower hugs him tightly, "Shh, it's okay."

"No, it's not. I fuck it all up because I'm too damn stubborn. Now I'm going to be alone while you're forced to be fucking depressed! Shit, luv. I'm so sorry." He weeps into his Miles' shoulder being so afraid and small. "I'm using drugs, luv. I'm an addict, I do shit to hurt me so I know I'm here- that I deserve it. I hurt you but I never mean too."

"Hobie, baby. Listen to me, I will always love you. Maybe this is good for us to find help. Fix what we need, to find ourselves." Miles cup his ex's face staring loving at him. "You know, I always love you for you even with your flaws. I'm sorry, I was never harsh to you about your addiction or put my foot down when I needed you. We're both at fault. Seeing our future selves should inspired us to do better, bae."

"But you're gonna be with someone else, luv. I-" Miles kisses him, "You know, we can still change the future. Nothing is set in stone, bae. Hobie, I want us to get better. Maybe this separation will help us and when we're ready we can be happy. I want to believe in us... in our happiness!"

"Luv, Sunflower, you're the best thing ever happen to me. I love you, so much. I'm willing to change for us. I want to be the man you deserve, I'll get better for us." Hobie hugs his Sunflower.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll be together, again." Miles said being happy for their future, all he knows it will be bright and perfect the way they always wanted.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic #spider verse

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adracat · 11 months

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G Witch 18 thoughts

Hello, gwitch. You have no idea how painful it's been without your sweet, agonizing content. I'm asking you politely to never leave us like that again. Isn't it enough that Suletta is suffering, why you gotta do us dirty like that too?? Since we cleared that up, let's begin

This is the face of pure copium. God, those wide eyes unwilling to look at anyone else. That dumpster platter of terrible food choices. That artificial smile as she rambles about inconsequential bs. Yeah, that's divorced wifeguy behavior right there.

And Schwarzette finally debuts! It was hinted previously Jeturk had dealings with Shin Sei gundams but here it's confirmed. The suit isn't complete yet but close enough and only revealed to Guel after its commission. Prospera is so shameless and unrepentant. I suspect she enjoys toying with Mio in particular.

But Mio isn't considering war profiteering and staunchly refuses to announce the Schwarzette as a joint Jeturk/GUND-ARM weapon. She wishes to follow the pacifistic ideals of the original GUND. She's come far from the Miorine we see at the start. Really proud of our girl!

I adore that they remind us of her core motivation. Overtly, keeping her promise to Prospera in exchange for Suletta's 'freedom'. But also her promise to protect Suletta just as Suletta strove to fulfill her promises to Mio. It doesn't seem enough for either of them, but this is the cope episode.

Prospera is really dipping her fingers in all the pots to see if one's a winner. It's not unexpected she wouldn't bet everything on one horse, though for now she has the most sway with Miorine's faction and therefore insurance. Humoring Shaddiq's wish for Gundams makes sense if Mio fails the vote. Prospera is a master at improvising.

This scene was a fav. Love they stated outright Mio is falling into the same trap as Delling by deciding someone else's life without their say. Mio is sympathetic and wants Suletta freed from everything, but crucially misses what Suletta herself wants.

Her shame and regret has become a malignancy in the wake of 17. The girl's confidence was already low but now it's sunk into a black hole of internalized self-loathing. Suletta convinced herself she was never good enough and it was her fault from the start. WOOF

Ok WTF LAUDA. Way to stomp a girl while she's down. Idk what even the point was on his side. Catharsis? Petty revenge? Guel is back, the holder again, and Jeturk is saved. This was just unnecessary. I felt close to neutral on him after his reunion with Guel and talk with Mio but now I wish him a merry misery again. Kinda cool he thanked Chuchu though. Very weird he still has a hateboner for Suletta still.

Love you Chuchu. It's great that she was tired of Suletta moping around and acting like nothing was wrong. She said what we were all thinking and now Earth House is going on a field trip to see Mio. I love her philosophy of 'what would Nika do?'

Shame about what's actually happening with Nika

Speaking of Nika, she's currently watching the sparks fly between our resident shitheel 5lan and Norea. She'll have to bury them both at this rate. This convo was so good though as 5lan shows a rare bit of insight and lampshades their similarities. They're both empty tools. We also learn how Peil functions and it seems to be a meritocratic system with the real Elan Ceres at the top.

Mio is showing her Relena colors once again. Even if a show of force could potentially open negotiations like Prospera suggests, Miorine is committed to pacifism. Admirable, but will it work? Aiding earth would be the accomplishment they need to prove themselves to Benerit.

As an aside, I'm very tickled Guel has become Mio's lackey. He's so bullied, even if they do marry (Doubt) he's destined to be furniture. Man just doesn't have Suletta's inherent wifeguyness

I wish we could get a peek at Prospera's thoughts here. Does she find this childish? Nostalgic? Bitter, after everything she's experienced with GUND and Vanadis? Her mentor would love Mio, but Dr. Cardo is dead along with their original dream. I've said it elsewhere, but there's a terrific irony that Mio, the daughter of her killer, would uphold Cardo's ideals where her students failed.

Quick bits, Bel was arrested by the Space Assembly League (interesting swerve) and Martin spilled his guts to a Haro with Secilia eavesdropping (hilarious) Will Bel spill the tea on Prospera? Will Secilia reveal he sold out Nika? Digging these little micro dramas.

OH HI KENANJI. Honestly, he was probably the last person I expected to escort Mio but it makes perfect sense Rajan would send Dominicus to protect her. HOOoo I want him to talk with Prospera. If she trolls him the entire time or finds time to murk him that would be peak. I like his design and lax attitude but he's still a dirty corpo cop.

Oh Suletta. Even though she can fill her list and go to school in peace, she isn't happy. It's all empty now without Mio by her side. It's hard to watch but you're still heartened by how much she values her. Gay yearning 🥺

Most of us knew it was coming but it feels so good to be vindicated. Repli-children sounds way cooler than clone. Gotta love nonsense sci-fi phrasing. That leaves HOW exactly this was done (I still sideeye Notrette personally) but that's one more mystery solved. Since they're all young and around Eri's age, you have to assume the failures wore on Elnora. This might explain her lack of significant emotional attachment to Suletta. After twelve iterations and only one success, you only have so many shits to give.

Damn, Eri. Everyone is taking the chance to suckerpunch Suletta while she's vulnerable. Still, she has the same motivations as Mio but they're giving Suletta everything but what she actually needs. Suletta craves validation and purpose. Freedom without those things is hell. Good intentions, terrible execution

Prospera is such a great character. You think you understand her but then she adds another facet to the mix. Whether this is a genuine sentiment or for Eri's benefit is unknown, but I like to think she's being truthful. It doesn't excuse her manipulation, gaslighting, or destruction of Suletta's family and sense of self but it's... something? An undoubtedly patronising sort of care and far from what she feels for Eri; all that's left of the loving Elnora we see in Prologue. But it makes her complex and not the mustache twirling villain you expect. Very good writing.

Stonecold to leave Suletta sobbing in space as everything she loves soars out of reach. I need her to wake up and smell the self-actualization coffee next episode. Mio might need it too if our intrepid peacemaker gets in over her head. But that is a tale for another week

That was certainly a GWitch episode. WE'RE BACK FOLKS

#g witch spoilers #g witch #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #prospera mercury #chuatury panlunch #guel jeturk #elan ceres #norea du noc #g witch episode 18 #Suletta life is misery Mercury

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kelvintimeline · 1 year

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This OFMD vs Black Sails debacle is the best possible proof of "Gay is not a genre" and "You cannot describe a piece of media just by listing what type of 'diverse' characters are in it."

Like, the two shows together prove that just listing out characters and going "It's gay!" isn't enough because they are extremely different in terms of tones, themes, story structure, and... just about everything besides there being gayness and pirates. Like Flint and Stede couldn't exist in the same universe, not only because Flint would gut him immediately but just... tonally, narratively they don't mesh. It'd be like trying to put a Looney Tune character into a prestige drama.

And OFMD alone shows that even if "there's like gay people and people of of color here" was a genre, it's still not enough because... quality of said representation matters. Gay people and people of color aren't getting proper representation watching two people who were part of the slave trade do a frigid, awkward kiss. A show with heavy input from a man with ongoing antiblack racism, even outside said show, isn't... a win for anyone.

So, yeah, this situation kinda proves that when you are trying to entice someone to watch or read or play something, "Lol, it's gay pirates and like... idk I guess people of color exist in it too" (because, let's be honest, it's primarily white fans who do not really care about people of color outside of using them for brownie points who do this, I am a white person and see this happen FREQUENTLY) doesn't tell anyone about what they are consuming.

And, in fact, can leave out the fact that inclusion of a 'diverse' identity doesn't mean that anyone with said identity will enjoy the show. Won't be hurt by the show. Because even if you go "Yeah, OFMD is racist but like... it's still gay! Straight homophobes won't know OFMD is canceled because of racism, they'll just celebrate because gay people lost" (which @pirate-battle is saying... like a racist would), you are ignoring that Black gay people exist.

And are hurt by people shipping and idealizing real slave owners.

Historical whitewashing via "gay shipping is always good!" is in fact... quite heinous.

So... let's all be more responsible when describing media and recognize that hiding a piece of media's atrocities behind "Don't you wanna see if next time, Taika Waititi will kiss another man WITHOUT looking like he's about to be shot in the head" is an awful thing to do.

And will only ever backfire, when you get people to watch it, and they realize how fucking awful the show is and then get pissed at you about it. Like... congrats??? You deserve the vitriol you get.

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mrsmiagreer · 8 months

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i wanna gtk

quinn🥰

SORRY

ahem

i wanna gtk your version of sweetheart

~💋

Hey boo🫶🏽

Alr let’s talk about Sweetheart🩷

Well for starters, Her name is Mia Carter (Huh…I wonder what inspired my user🤷🏽‍♀️)

Her pronouns are she/her.

She’s 5’9 so she’s kinda on the taller side

Her mom is mexiacn and her dad is black, but her dad’s genes are REALL strong

Therefore, her skin’s on the lighter side of black, but she’s still noticeably black

and her hair is thick but her curls loosen a lot when her hair is wet

Dark brown eyes

Slim waist and FAT ASS combo (Born with it but goes to the gym to keep it)

D cup. Not huge but not small either

Has a tramp stamp with a heart in the middle, but Half of the Heart is made of a dotted line to symbolize her ability to turn invisible

Belly piercing. Hates studs, usually gets the ones that dangle

She Became a detective because after her powers manifested, the kids at school would call her criminal, stalker, eavesdropper, creep, etc. She just wanted to prove she could use her powers for good

She also really takes pride in helping people

Is really good at running on a few hours of sleep

Can hide her emotions really well, Also really emotional (It’s a double edged sword)

In.De.Pen.Dent. Can do literally everything on her own (until she met Milo of course)

Favorite color is black. Plain and simple and it goes with everything. Loves an all black look.

Listens to all types of music but looooves R&B and Rap. Loves wordplay a lot

Such a city girl. Can go to sleep to the sound of cars honking and people yelling

Their favorite season is actually Winter (Solstice time😋)

Really likes Romance Novels. She loves love.

Anxiety gets the worst when she thinks she’s upsetting/disappointing the people she loves.

Even though she makes fun of him for it, she loves when Milo big spoons her

Can throw him over her shoulder

Gets SUPER just a little sad when she calls Aggro and he doesn’t come

Loves when Her, Milo, and Aggro can nap together. Loves her little Family

Was super nervous to meet the pack. Even MORE nervous to meet Marie.

Now they’re besties. Mia fucking LOVES MARIE

Can cook. Barely. Knows how to make it taste good, but wouldn’t prefer to cook if she didn��t have to

Called off of work for days after the inversion

Doesn’t like the Fourth of July anymore

David and Mia’s relationship is literally “Don’t enable him” “Got it boss :|”

Asher and Mia are actually not as close as most people think they would be. They get along just fine, they just don’t click like crazy

Mia and Sam = Milo and Darlin. Enough said.

Angel and Sweetheart are good friends. Angel thought it was LITERALLY unreal when they found out she could turn invisible and walk through walls. All of their conversations are like shower thoughts. “Have you ever thought about going intangible and putting your hand through a person and then turning back solid?” “Actually yeah I have it sounds dope as hell honestly”

Baaabe and Sweetheart are cool friends too. They’re around the same height and they’re both workaholics, so they bond over small things. “Hey girl! Since the boys have a late shift tonight, wanna get dinner with me?” “Hell yeah, what should I dress like?”

Funny enough, although Milo and Darlin are besties, Sweetheart and Darlin are BESTIES. Literally twin flames, they hang out the most out of all the pack members and mates. Always mocking their mans’ accents, loves thrill and horror, same sense of humor, impulsive, if one gets in a fight, the other will be there in less than 10 minutes. Darlin’ threatens to steal her from Milo all the time. “If Mia does it I’ll do it” “Fuck it let’s go right now”

Honorable mention…Mia and Christian actually get along. He thinks she’s funny, and he definitely knows how not to overstep because he’s actually smart and knows that she’s not to be fucked with. Especially not about Milo. She was pretty sad when she found out that him and Amanda broke up, she liked seeing him happy.

A/N: I’m SO SORRY this took forever honestly it’s been in my drafts for a good long while. But here it is, i’ve finished it😭 Its also really long so i hope it was at least enjoyable

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted sweetheart #mia’s inbox :)

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sakebytheriver · 2 years

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Seems that the good girl/bad boy AU has won the unofficial race between my human AU fics

Might be kinda ooc in some moments but it's an AU so sue me 🤷‍♀️

Also warning, most of my fics have been rated E for everyone and full of fluff this one treads the line of PG-13 and NC-17 so open at your own risk

They had a falling out when they were kids, but about 6 months into Willow's first year of college, Amity's father divorced her mother and got full custody of the three kids and Amity had called her crying one night clearly drunk and explained just how much influence her mother had over her life. Since then, the two had started talking again, calling all the time, texting each other in class like passing notes from hundreds of miles away, feeling like kids again picking up where they'd left off. They'd even visited each other at their colleges, which was how Amity had met Willow's roommate Luz, and the two started dating. Now after two years of rebuilding their friendship and five months after Alador had married a new man, Willow had been invited to spend spring break at the Blight mansion, and when she landed in their city, she made a beeline for the nearest bar.

She couldn't tell you why she was sitting in that sleazy dive bar staring down into a glass of anything cheap looking entirely out of place in her flowing yellow daisy patterned sundress, giant bright green suitcase on the ground next to her, and cutesy mushroom shaped purse over her shoulder, but she couldn't make herself go to that giant house just yet.

Sitting in her own self-pity, she absently felt a man slip into the bar stool next to her. She looked up through the corner of her eye and took him in. If she looked entirely out of place here, he looked the complete opposite as if this was a second home to him. With dark circles under his eyes, a large scar on his right cheek, a chunk missing from his left ear, red colored contacts, ripped black jeans combined with a black hoodie and a red leather jacket with obviously steel toed combat boots and a pair of fingerless black gloves, the smirk he gave her revealed the gap in his front teeth.

"Never seen you before." The words dripped from his mouth with obvious intent, and Willow couldn't help but roll her eyes; he was so not what she was here for.

"Let's keep it that way, yeah?" She said back. The look he gave her wasn't one she was expecting. He smiled even wider and tilted his head to the side almost as if he was impressed with her.

"Okay." He said with a grin before standing up. Willow looked at him skeptical, and he just tapped the bar twice with his fist lifting his eyebrows at her before turning and walking the other way.

Willow watched his back with narrowed eyes before shaking her head and turning back down towards her drink.

About ten minutes later, Willow was feeling buzzed and bored enough to start shooting pool by herself on one of the empty tables in the back, just continuing to avoid the destination she knew she had to reach. Part of her knew it was only a matter of time when a different man slipped up behind her, putting his hands over hers on the pool cue.

"Actually, sweetheart, you've got to hold the cue like this." He said, trying to adjust her hands.

Willow broke away from his grip, turning around to face the man, "Actually, sweetheart, I don't need your help." She said.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," he said, leaning into her, reaching around her to wrap his arm around her waist, the other going to her face. The movement had apparently caught the attention of the blond from before because he'd made his way to the pair by the tables approaching the other man from behind, but Willow didn't even notice him. In one moment, she analyzed the movements of the man trying to grab her and the alcohol she could clearly smell on his breath and in the next she'd widened her stance and planted her feet like anchors.

"Hey-" the blond man interjected about to grab the other man off of her except she'd acted faster, landing a solid punch to the man's face. As the man between them went down knocked out, the two made eye contact. The blond was surprised for only a second as a sly smile grew on his face. Willow looked at him, pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows at him with a nod telling him without words she could handle herself.

As the blond's smile was about to grow into a grin, he noticed something over her shoulder that took his attention away. Before Willow could tell what was happening, the blond had grabbed her and pushed her behind him, engaging with a man who'd approached her from behind to try and grab her. In a blur of movement, Willow realized distantly as she ducked a punch thrown by another man and returned with a kick to his stomach that she had started a bar fight.

Breathing heavy and senses on high alert, Willow stood straight and backed away from the aggressors in front of her until her back made contact with someone else's. She turned her head quickly to see who it was only to find the blond grinning at her. Instinctively, she was rolling her eyes at him when they heard police sirens in the distance, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back of the bar, pushing their way out to the back alley. He pushed her up against the wall of the bar behind a dumpster.

"I can't believe you just did that, my stuff is still in there!" She slapped him on the chest.

"You're welcome to go back in there and get it." He said, gesturing back to the bar.

"Fine, I will." She started to move from the wall to march back in the bar, but he pushed her back in place.

"You're not going back in there."

"Why not?"

"Because you started a bar fight."

"Shut up."

"Hey, you threw the first punch."

"No, shut up." She said before grabbing his face and smashing their lips together as she heard the footsteps of a group of police pass them by. At the first touch of their lips the blond had instantly let himself melt into it, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against his and as his tongue slipped into her mouth the realization that he had a tongue piercing invaded her thoughts without permission. Once she was certain the footsteps had passed by, she broke away from the kiss, and he moved down to her neck. She rolled her eyes at him before looking around for anyone else.

"Ok, you can stop now. They're gone." She said, patting his shoulders.

"You sure?" He said against her neck. "We wouldn't want you to get taken away now, would we?" She hated how she could feel his smirk against her skin.

"Okay, off." She grunted as she pushed him away. He stumbled a few steps back with a self satisifed smile.

"Well, that was fun."

"You have a weird definition of fun." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, the company was at least." He moved to box her in against the wall, stretching his arms out and placing his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to look the shorter girl in the eye. Willow scoffed. "Come on, you just got in a bar fight. Why not finish the experience with a dirty hookup in the alley behind the bar?" He grinned at her.

Willow glared up at him resisting the urge to kick him in the balls and walk away, but then she remembered exactly where she had to go after she did that and suddenly the last thought she had before she kissed him was that she was definitely not drunk enough for this.

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Willow stood in front of the giant front door of Blight manor fidgeting with her dress and her hair hoping that it wasn't somehow written on her forehead that she'd just hooked up with a man whose name she didn't even know behind a dumpster after starting a bar fight. She pulled her suitcase closer to her, remembering how, after the deed, the blond had slipped back in the bar and returned with her bag, stating with a smirk that he knew the bartender.

Her cheeks lit on fire at the memory of him and everything they'd done together. She still couldn't believe that she'd done that and with him, it felt like a dream or someone else had taken over her body, but at the time she was dreading walking into the house that had been the birth of a lot of childhood trauma and using him felt better than drinking a whole bottle of tequila to steel her nerves. Her thoughts were interrupted by Amity throwing open the door and wrapping her in a hug.

"You're here!" Amity said pulling away from the hug. Willow giggled in response. "Come in, come in!" Amity grabbed the suitcase at Willow's side and ushered the other girl inside.

Amity directed her into the living room where Alador and the twins were already gathered.

Alador stood to shake Willow's hand, "Willow, it's good to see you again."

"Yeah, Amity's been telling us so many stories," Emira said wrapping the younger girl in a hug.

"You've gotta tell us about Luz, give us some blackmail material," Edric added as he joined the hug.

Willow laughed as Amity shooed the twins away.

"Ah, Willow, I'd like to introduce you to my husband." Alador said as a tall man with purple dreadlocks, and an obviously designer outfit walked through the living room door.

"Darius. It's a pleasure to meet you, darling." He said, shaking Willow's hand.

"Willow, and the pleasure is mine, sir." With Darius in front of her, she didn't see the last member of the family who slipped into the room.

"And my step son, of course." At the sound of Alador's voice Darius moved out of the way, revealing the blond from the bar to be standing right behind him.

Willow's eyes widened, and she could feel her entire body tense up as she looked into those red colored contacts and realized she had to pretend this was the first time. She watched as a grin stretched across his face, and she hated how much it made her feel like prey.

He walked up to her and held out his hand, "So you're the childhood best friend?"

She took his offered hand in hers and shook it, "And you're the new stepbrother."

"Hunter."

"Willow."

"Nice to meet you." The look in his eye made Willow want to slap him.

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Willow had finally been able to slip away to the guest room they'd set up for her after a few minutes of idle chitchat and one conversation with Amity she'll be replaying till she dies.

"Sorry about my stepbrother, he's kind of a sleaze." Amity whispered to Willow, giving him a side eye from across the room.

Willow looked at her friend and cringed a little, remembering just how well aquainted she was with his sleaziness. "Oh? Is he?" She said as casually as she could, glancing over in his direction. At the same moment, he looked up to meet her eyes and flashed her a toothy smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him and looked away.

Willow sighed thunking the back of her head against the solid wood of her bedroom door. Of course, the man she had partnered with in a bar fight and then hooked up with in the bar alley would be her no longer estranged best friend's new stepbrother, of course something like that would happen to her.

As she stood against the door, lamenting her poor life choices, the door opened, pushing her stumbling forward. Before she could land on her face, a hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her forward into a warm body instead. She hated that she knew instantly whose chest she was pressed against from the smell of his cologne.

Willow pushed him off of her, his back hit the closed door as she walked several steps backward. Her cheeks on fire as she finally looked up into his grinning face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a hushed whisper, looking around her as if anyone could hear them.

He chuckled at her behavior, "If you mean at my father's house, well, I think that one answers itself and if you mean what am I doing in your room, well..." he trailed off, grinning at her as he let his eyes travel down her body.

"Ugh," she made a grossed out face at him even as she felt her body light up at the thought. "You're disgusting. Your entire family is on the other side of that door."

"That wasn't a no." He smirked at her.

"It's a bad idea."

"Still not a no."

Willow glared at him, "Shut up."

Before she knew she was doing it, she'd crossed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand tangling in his hair as she pulled him down to kiss her. He responded in an instant bending over far enough to wrap his hands around her thighs, lifting her up and turning her around so her back was against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist. Willow would deny it if you asked her, but she couldn't help the way the movement made her stomach swoop. Just as she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to make the same mistake twice in less than five hours a sharp knock on the door she was pressed against forced her out of the kiss.

"Willow?" Amity's voice rang out from the other side of the door and in an instant Willow had separated from the kiss and slapped a hand over Hunter's mouth. He gave her a look over her hand. "We're setting up for dinner soon, I made sure it was vegetarian for you."

"O-okay, um I just need to take a shower first, wash the plane ride off of me, you know." Willow said, hating how stuttered and high-pitched her voice was.

"Of course, take your time everything will be ready to go when you are." Willow held her breath as she listened to Amity's footsteps as she walked away. She released her beath the second she was sure the other girl was gone and finally took her hand off of Hunter's mouth.

"Put me down."

"Don't wanna."

"Hunter. We are not hooking up in this house."

"Guess it's a good thing I'm staying in the guest house out back then." He grinned at her, and she pursed her lips glaring back.

"Put me down."

"Fine." He let her legs slip down to the ground but stayed where he was boxing her in against the door, and as she stood up on her own feet, she finally realized how much taller than her he was and she hated how much she liked it.

"Move. I need to take a shower."

"Are you asking me to join you?" He smirked.

Willow rolled her eyes, pushing him out of her way, taking her suitcase into the attached bathroom. She turned to look at him from the doorway of the bathroom, "You need to be gone by the time I'm done." She turned closing and locking the door behind her, unwilling to look at his smug face for one more second.

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He hadn't been there when she got out of the shower, and he hadn't joined them at the dinner table either. She should have been relieved at his absense, but instead she found herself fighting a panic attack the entire time she had to sit surrounded by Amity and her family in the Blight manor for the first time since she'd been a kid and she was supposed to pretend that everything was normal, no better than normal she had to pretend things were great. She almost wished Hunter was there to give her knowing looks and make sly comments that only she would fully understand instead of the polite conversation she was forcing herself to make.

At the first chance she could, she escaped the dinner table running to the back door, slipping out into the fresh air. She walked along the side of the house till she reached the edge, hoping to find a place to hide for a moment. But as she turned the corner, she found Hunter already in her hiding space, smoking a joint. He looked up at her and grinned, she rolled her eyes, snatching the joint out of his hand, sliding in place to stand next to him against the wall.

"Give me that," she took a drag as he stared down at her with an awe-struck expression.

"You are not what I was expecting Amity's best friend to be like."

"I'm a college student, I go to parties, I've been high before."

"No, that's not what I meant." He took a hit before handing it back to her.

"What? You heard about the chick on student council who's founded several extracurricular clubs getting a degree in bottany and thought I was a total goody two shoes?" She took a hit while he laughed.

"I think I'm uniquely qualified to attest how much you are not a goody two shoes."

"Yeah, about that..." she trailed off as he took the joint from her, he took a hit as she went on. "I don't generally do stuff like that."

"No." He interrupted her with fake shock, laughing at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Okay okay, I get it. Not exactly the surprise of the year." She took the offered joint from him inhaling as he spoke.

"Not exactly, so why'd you do it? A seedy dive bar isn't exactly where I'd expect someone to go when their next stop is a mansion."

"I don't know how much you know about my history with Amity."

"I know you had a falling out." Willow snorted as Hunter took one last hit before dropping the roach on the ground putting it out with his boot.

"Yeah, falling out is the nice term we chose for it. To me it'll probably always be the day my best friend turned into my biggest tormentor and it all happened in this giant stupid house." Willow kept her eyes down on the ground as Hunter stood studying her in silence.

"So what you're saying is I was just stress relief?" She looked up at him confused at the question.

"Huh?"

"So I was basically just a piece of meat to you? I mean, I feel so used." He teased putting his hand on his chest in mock offense, watching as she smiled realizing what he was doing.

"No, you do not." She slapped him lightly on the chest and the two fell into a comfortable laugh.

He looked up at her, "Look after my uncle died it had been years since I'd been adopted by Darius, but I was still the only living relative that old bastard had, so I inherited his estate. The first thing I did when I got there was trash the whole foyer, like broken windows and holes punched in the walls trashed. Sometimes, we have to relieve some stress even if we don't do it in the healthiest way."

She looked in his eyes assessing him, "You're a lot more insightful than those red colored contacts would suggest."

He laughed, "Well, I try to live my life the exact opposite way my puritanical uncle would have wanted."

"Hm. I can almost respect that."

"This might be the weed talking, but I really wanna make out with you."

"It's definitely the weed."

"How do you know?"

"Because I really wanna make out with you too." She shoved off of the wall and walked around the corner leaving him alone as she made her way back to the dinner table inside the house.

She tried not to let her heart flutter as she watched Hunter slip into the last empty seat at the table right before Alador came from the kitchen with dessert. Willow did her best to fend off Amity's questions of where she'd gone while absolutely not thinking about how Hunter's eyes never left her for the rest of the night.

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She stared up at the canopy on the big fancy four poster bed replaying the events of the day over and over again in her head. There were tons of things she wished she had done differently and yet somehow she couldn't stop thinking about Hunter, mostly about how she wouldn't mind his presence in the giant bed with her right now. She closed her eyes shut tight and grabbed a pillow throwing it over her face roughly letting out a muffled scream.

Then in the next instant she threw the pillow and blanket off of her walking to the door. She threw it open ready to rush down the hall but was stopped by Hunter already standing on the other side his fist raised to knock. He looked surprised only for a second before he smiled and slowly lowered his fist.

"Were you going out to the guest house?" He asked smug.

"No." She shook her head.

"Oh okay then I'll just-" he turned to walk away and she rolled her eyes and grabbed his shirt pulling him into her room.

"Get in here."

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist leaning down to kiss her, letting his tongue slide against hers before he pulled back to speak.

"What happened to 'we're not hooking up in this house'?"

"Keep your mouth shut or that's just what's gonna happen."

"Eh, somehow I doubt that." He said as he picked her up by her thighs walking her back to the bed kissing her as he laid her down. She hated the fact that he was right.

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After an awkward morning after where she woke up naked wrapped in his arms to Amity's sharp knock rapping against the door and ended up pushing him off the bed in her panic she worked quickly to shoo Amity away and agreed with Hunter that the night before never happened. She then spent most of her vacation days doing activities with Amity and if maybe she spent most of her nights in the guest house waking up extra early to slip back into her room before Amity could come to wake her up in the morning that was her business.

All except for this morning, of course, Amity and the twins had plans together, so Willow was left to her own devices for the day. It really didn't surprise her to find Hunter lounging on her bed when she got out of the shower. She rolled her eyes at the way he looked her up and down in her bathrobe, making her way to the dresser she'd put her clothes into.

"What do you want?" She asked as she got dressed.

"Amity said you play like fifty sports, right?"

"Not quite-"

"Today soccer's one of them." He stood from the bed and opened the door for her. She watched him with narrowed eyes walking out the door and following him down the stairs outside to the front of the house where he stopped in front of a motorcycle and offered her the second helmet. She stoped in her tracks at the sight of it. An uncontrollable grin taking over her face.

"No. No way. You don't drive that."

"What?"

"It's too much of a cliche." She couldn't help the laughs that pushed their way past her lips. He looked at her with a fond smile walking over to her putting the helmet on her himself. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes.

"Just get on the bike."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes with a smile.

And if Willow found herself burrying her face in his back and pulling herself close to him on the drive well that was no ones business but her own.

Of all the places Willow expected Hunter to pull his motorcycle up to, a field full of tweens kicking soccer balls around was not it. He climbed off the bike, holding his hand out for her.

"Come on, I want you to meet the kids."

She took his hand and he walked her over to the group explaining on the walk that they were foster kids from the same program he was in. He introduced every kid by name involving her in coaching decisions and getting her on the field with him and the kids.

As she watched him running around, laughing with the kids she felt like she was seeing the real Hunter under the scars and the colored contacts. It made her chest feel tight when he looked up to meet her eyes with a ten year old hanging off his neck trying to pull him down, the grin on his face so different from the others he'd given her up to this point. This one was so open and warm, he was at his happiest and he'd brought her here to see it. Willow did her best not to dwell on that realization.

After they'd said goodbye to the kids, Hunter refused to tell her where he was taking her next. She probably should have expected him to pull up in front of the same seedy dive bar from that first day.

"Seriously?" She asked pulling off her helmet.

"What? I told you, I know the bartender," he smirked at her once again holding his hand out to help her off the bike.

Willow looked up from the shirley temple she'd perkily made Hunter ask his bartender friend for and promptly had her breath stolen by the way he was looking at her. His smile was so soft and fond, it made her feel warm in her chest and a buzz settle under her skin.

"What was today?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I mean. What. Was. Today?" She raised her eyebrows at him in a challenge.

He chuckled, "Today was... today." He smiled at her.

She snorted, "Yeah, right." She took a sip from her drink.

He smiled and leaned down to put his lips right against her ear whispering, "You know, I was thinking maybe this time we could hookup in the bar bathroom instead of the alley."

She almost choked on her drink and slapped his chest, "Hunter!" He leaned back letting a full body laugh take over at her reaction. "You're incorrigible."

"Better than the other option don't you think."

"You have no idea what incorrigible means do you?"

"Eh, you don't like me for my vocabulary." He leaned his arm on the bar letting himself lean closer to her.

"Who says I like you at all?" She copied his movement leaning into him.

"You do."

"No more than you like me." She grinned at him and he matched her expression. Her ringtone broke through the moment cutting the tension between them.

"You should probably answer that."

Willow looked away from his gaze to pull her phone out of her purse, Amity's contact picture staring at her from the screen. Willow cringed.

"We should probably get back." She said, letting the call go to voicemail. "It's getting kinda late anyways." She looked back up at Hunter next to her, desperately trying to avoid thinking about the way he looked at her like he wanted to ask her to stay. He made himself smile and nodded once before standing up, he left money for their drinks on the bar as she stood following him out.

When they pulled up to the front of Blight manor, the sun had long since gone down, and Amity stood on the front steps watching their approach with a scandalized expression.

"Oh God." Willow moaned into Hunter's back. She didn't appreciate how he just laughed at her.

The second Hunter parked the bike Willow was stepping off of it, handing her helmet back to him without even looking, walking to meet Amity at the base of the steps.

"Willow what-"

"You were busy with the twins so we were just hanging out."

"Hanging out?"

"Yeah, Amity, he's really not that bad of a guy, you know."

"Of course I know that, I just- I don't like the way he looks at you." Amity looked over Willow's shoulder to give her stepbrother an evil eye.

"The way he looks at me?"

"Like he wants to eat you." Willow's cheeks turned red and she looked back at Hunter to watch as he stepped off his bike. When he looked up his gaze immediately fell on her and Willow couldn't help agreeing with Amity.

She turned back to face her friend, "I think you're seeing things." Willow knew she didn't sound convincing.

"And I think you're blind," Amity crossed her arms over her chest. "What were you two doing today anyways?"

"Oh, he just took me to play soccer with the foster kids he volunteers with." Amity reeled back completely taken back by the revelation she looked at Willow in disbelief.

"You're kidding."

"Um no."

"He's only taken Darius to that."

Before Willow could respond Hunter walked up to them, "Oh yeah, Amity I talked to my bouncer friend and we're good for the club tomorrow night for your friend's big send off." He grinned down at Willow as he referred to her as Amity's friend before looking back up at Amity clapping her on the shoulder as he walked past her to the stairs.

"The club?" Willow asked hoping to get Amity off the subject of her and Hunter.

"I thought it would be a fun thing for your last night in town. You've only really been hanging out with me and my family I thought maybe at the club you could do some socializing." Amity put emphasis on the word raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Willow couldn't help thinking about just how much she'd already been socializing with someone in Amity's family.

"Oh."

She let Amity lead her inside the house and spent the next two hours picking out club outfits doing her best not to glance out the window at the guest house too many times.

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Willow really wished Emira hadn't suggested they grill some burgers and hang out at the pool for her last day before the club that night. It was hard enough for her to get Hunter to act normal around her when she wasn't wearing a bathing suit, it didn't help that she couldn't stop the way her own eyes inevitably crawled their way back to gazing at him in his. She did her best to ignore the part of her brain that told her she would be happier if the family knew about her and Hunter. Mostly because she had to keep explaining to that part of her brain that there was no "her and Hunter" to tell the family about. She'd been the one saying from the beginning that whatever they were doing ended the second she got on that plane tomorrow morning, and she knew there was absolutely no way he would want to change that. Willow barely wanted to change it even if the part of her that did was getting louder the longer she was around him.

When she excused herself to the house with the excuse of grabbing more lemonade, Willow knew it was only a matter of time before Hunter slotted in place behind her as she filled the pitcher at the sink. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips found her neck so naturally, she forgot for a moment they hadn't been like this for years.

"Hunter, anyone could walk in here right now."

"Don't care." Willow scoffed and gently shrugged him off of her walking away from the sink to stir the sugar and lemon juice into the pitcher. Hunter leaned back against the sink watching her. "So you gonna hook up with someone at the club tonight?"

His question caught her so off guard she almost spilled the entire pitcher in front of her.

"What?" She squeaked, knowing her cheeks were on fire as she straightened the pitcher.

"Amity let me in on her little plan to help you meet someone." He smirked at her, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"And so what if I do hookup with someone tonight? What's it to you?" He smiled at her and shrugged shoving off the sink to walk behind her whispering in her ear as he passed.

"Nothing, I just think we both know where you'll be by the end of the night." He flashed her one last toothy grin before slipping back out to join the group at the pool. Willow glared at the space he had just occupied for a moment before grabbing the lemonade pitcher and following him back to the group outside. When her eyes inevitably met Hunter's she decided, staring at his smarmy little smirk, that she would be proving him wrong tonight.

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When they made their way into the club, Edric and Emira disappeared like smoke in the air and Willow wouldn't see them again until the next morning. Hunter immediately made his way to the bar while Amity took her hand and lead her out to the dance floor.

Willow and Amity danced together for a couple of songs before Amity looked over Willow's shoulder, spying something the other girl didn't. Amity grinned and spun Willow around, making her movement look like a practiced dance slotting in place behind Willow. She leaned in close putting her mouth right up against Willow's ear to be heard over the music, making a less than subtle gesture to a woman dancing just a foot away who kept sneaking glances in Willow's direction. When Willow locked eyes with her, the woman grinned and looked her up and down.

"She's cute." Amity said. "You should dance with her." She pushed Willow towards the other woman and in the next instance Willow found herself wrapped up in the strangers arms instead of her friend.

She let herself get lost in her new dance partner letting their legs slot together and wrapped her arms around the other woman's back. When she looked over her shoulder to see if Amity was still there she had disappeared, but just as she was about to turn back to the other woman, a man slotted in place at her back. The other woman leaned in close, putting her lips against Willow's ear.

"That's my boyfriend. If you're uncomfortable we can go back to just you and I dancing." Her breath tickled Willow's ear making a shiver run up her spine.

She turned back to the other woman and grinned at her, "Don't worry, I've got some experience dancing with more than one partner." She said suggestively.

The other woman grinned at her before sliding her hands into Willow's hair and pulling her forward into a kiss. Willow could feel the boyfriend's arms wrap tighter around her waist and his body pressed fully against her back as his girlfriend pressed up against her front. The woman broke away from the kiss and turned Willow to kiss her boyfriend instead, after that the couple kissed and as Willow watched them kiss over her shoulder she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

She let her eyes trail from the couple to the bar knowing exactly what she would see when her eyes found Hunter leaning back aginst the bar. When she met his sharp gaze it cut into her so deep it hit bone, making her feel more exposed in that moment than any other they'd shared. She could feel the way the couple's attention had turned back to her, their hands wandering around her body, their mouths kissing either side of her neck, their bodies grinding against hers from both sides, but her eyes were stuck on Hunter's. She felt caught like an animal in a trap unable to tear herself away from the way he was looking at her until the woman bit her hard on the shoulder and she closed her eyes moaning mostly from the surprise of the action. With her eyes closed she could feel the way her own body was responding to the couple matching their movements and let herself forget for a moment just who was at the bar watching her right now.

That was until someone grabbed her hand ripping her away from the couple surrounding her dragging her away off the dance floor.

"Hey!" Distantly she heard the woman's voice call out barely audible over the music.

The couple was swallowed up by the mass of people around them as Willow was pulled away through the crowd by a hand she knew from the fingerless gloves could only belong to one person. As the bathroom door was flung open and he dragged her into a rough kiss picking her up and sitting her down on the sink, Willow just let herself melt into it. Already too keyed up from the couple and from the way he'd been watching them, she didn't feel the need to talk about what they were doing happy to just let the bad idea happen around her for once. But the second she was about to start ripping clothes off the bathroom door opened again.

"Oh my God!" Willow separated from Hunter in an instant recognizing the voice that had just spoken. When she looked up at the door she was greeted by the sight of Amity's shocked face. "I can't believe you."

Hunter stepped away from Willow letting her slip off the sink, "Amity look-"

"Not you, this is exactly something you would do." Willow cringed as she looked up knowing Amity was going to be staring her down. "But you? Willow, what the hell? My stepbrother? How long has this been going on?"

"Um..." Willow winced as she trailed off knowing the answer was probably not something Amity would want to know, but her silence just confirmed the other girl's worries.

"Have you been hooking up in the house this whole time?"

"Well, not the first time." Hunter interjected clearly trying to get a rise from Amity. Willow turned to him.

"Not helping."

"Wasn't trying to." He turned to her with a smirk.

"I don't need comments from the peanut gallery right now."

"Peanut gallery? Last I checked I was an equal participa-"

"Okay, clearly that's not what-"

"So what exactly were-"

"I'm just trying to-"

"Well, I don't think-"

Amity looked between the two her head bouncing like she's watching a ping pong match.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you." This time her eyes were locked on Hunter. The two looked up at her in surprise almost as if they'd forgotten she was there.

"What? Me? I thought sleeping with your best friend is exactly the kind of thing you'd expect from me."

"Yeah, sleeping with her not falling for her."

"What?" Willow looked at Hunter as his face fell. He stole a glance at her before looking back at Amity keeping his face schooled in a blank expression. Willow turned back to Amity. "What?" Amity kept her eyes on Hunter a challenge clear in her eyes. Willow turned to Hunter again. "What?" Hunter looked away from Amity and walked out the bathroom door letting it close behind him with a thunk.

"What just happened?" Willow asked frantically.

"What just happened is that loser has feelings for you."

"No, he can't."

"And yet, he does."

"No, you don't understand, he can't like me. You don't know how this all started, we literally got in a bar fight and then hooked up in the alley. He cannot fall for me after that."

"Ugh. Gross, Willow, really?" Amity made a face clearly judging her friend before rolling her eyes. "Of course, that idiot would fall for you after something like that."

"Amity."

"Willow. Hunter has feelings for you and if you share those feelings, you might wanna go after him."

Willow just stared into Amity's eyes the gaze between them holding an entire conversation before Willow broke away pushing her way through the bathroom door leaving Amity behind alone in the bathroom completely exasperated with her brother and her best friend. Willow forced her way through the bodies on the dance floor frantically trying to reach the door, hoping Hunter hadn't gotten too far from the club. She ran through the exit whipping around hoping she could see him as he walked down the street only for all of her frantic energy to melt away when she saw him leaning against the wall of the club, away from the line of people waiting outside, smoking a ciggarette.

Willow let herself smile softly before walking over, leaning against the wall next to him.

"Thought you'd be long gone by now." She said looking at his face as he refused to meet her eyes.

"Yeah, well." He said before taking a long drag of the ciggarette.

"Do you have feelings for me?" She asked and watched as he winced exhaling the smoke. "Because I might have feelings for you, but I'm really stubborn so I can't admit it unless you do first."

He looked at her from the corner of his eye and she raised her eyebrow at him. He couldn't help the smile or the laugh that escaped from him, he shook his head laughing at his feet.

"You are so not what I was expecting Amity's best friend to be like."

She smiled at him, "I don't know what that means."

He looked up at her, "It means." He flicked the ciggeratte aside cupping his hands on her cheeks pulling her into the softest kiss the two had ever shared. As they moved against each slow and soft both doing their best to put as much emotion into the kiss as they could.

Willow pulled back just far enough to speak her lips still brushing against his, "Hmm. I'm still a little confused, are you my boyfriend now or?" She smirked and Hunter laughed.

"Shut up." He said before pulling her smiling back into another kiss, his hands falling from her face to wrap his arms around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. He lifted her enough to spin her around and she broke the kiss with a sharp laugh letting herself get lost in the moment with Hunter even though she could feel her phone buzzing in her purse like it was possessed from all the messages and missed calls she was getting from Luz at that same moment. Willow really shouldn't have been surprised to learn that Amity had snitched on her to her roommate, to be fair she felt like she kinda deserved it, but the freaked out messages and voicemails could wait till Hunter wasn't looking at her like he never wanted to let her go. To her that was the more pressing issue at hand.

#ignore me #huntlow #my writing #fanfiction #hunter toh #the owl house #willow park #alternate universe #i want you all to know that you should read my dialogue like this is gilmore girls #please dont judge my writing im really unpracticed in anything thats not a screenplay

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Slut me out - Megumi Fan Fic

PAIRING : megumi x reader

WARNINGS : drug use, slight rape, slut shaming, creampie, fingering, slight bondage, etc etc

NOTES: I was listening to slut me out by NLE Choppa while thinking about Megumi so it seemed like a nice fanfic to write. This isn’t the best fanfic i’ve written but I was tired and bored so I hope you guys do enjoy 😉.

You have never been more excited than to finally attend a party at SATORU GOJO’S house. Most people may think it’s not a big deal but for somebody who’s known for throwing the best parties in the city and he invites you to come to one, is a pretty big deal.

You and Nobara were just getting ready to soon be picked up by Megumi and Yuji.

You had already showered and done your hair and makeup. Now you just had to choose what you were gonna wear.

“Nobara sweetie, what do you think I should wear ?”

“I dunno it depends if you wanna go for a cute vibe or a whore vibe”

“I think I wanna go for a slutty vibe,” You said smirking up as you have finally chosen what to wear.

“Y/N…, Fushiguro, and Itadori are here !”

“Ok gimmie a minute, I need to grab something”

As you walked out you saw them standing in front of the car with Yuji, of course, holding an almost finished blunt in his hand.

“heyyyyyyy guyssssss”

You and Nobara looked at Yuji like he just got his head chopped off. “Don’t mind him, he had like 2 before we came here”

You walked up to Megumi with a big smile on your face and he returned one. He scanned your figure to see what you were wearing and he couldn’t help but just stare for a while. You wore a skin-tight midnight blue dress that stopped mid-thigh with cute black heels and showed the perfect amount of cleavage from your breast. Megumi couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten around him.

“You wanna take a picture or something ?” You asked with a smile.

“Uhhh - Anyways, are you guys ready to leave ?”

“DUH,” said Nobara.

Yuji insisted on letting you sit in the front seat next to Megumi while he and Nobara sit in the back, smoking yet another blunt.

It was about a 15-minute drive to Gojo’s house so you guys had enough time to chat and have high conversations in the car. Although you couldn’t help but stare at Megumi’s hands while he was driving. They were so long and slender, the way he tightened them around the steering wheel made your cheeks flush.

“Hey, Meg’s, you gotta aux cord that I can use?”

“Check in the glove box”

You found the tiny black cord and plugged it into the car and then into your phone.

“Any song request ?”

They all nodded a no.

“That’s fine, I have a song to play”

It was quiet for a few minutes until the song started to play.

“Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me. Spit in my face when you fuck me. Play with my gooch while you suck me. Eat the dick like you was ugly.”

“Y/N what is this song ?” asked Megumi

“Slut me out by NLE Choppa”

“Why would you-“

“Wait shhh it’s the best part”

“Slut me out”

As you sang along to the song Megumi started feeling uneasy, while Nobara and Yuji were having the time of their life listening to it in the back seat. Megumi stared at your face as you were singing those 3 words. If only you knew how badly he did wanna slut you out.

Finally arriving at Gojo’s house, You never expected his house…no mansion to be this huge but here you are. Walking inside, it was dim but filled with so many colored lights and party decorations everywhere with a DJ set up. It was like his own personal club.

“It’s seriously crazy in here,” said Megumi

“Fuck yeah, My kinda crazy,” you said looking up at him.

“Me and Nobara are gonna find some chicks to hook up with, Just call me if you need me”

“Good luck guys” You winked at them both as they disappeared into the people in the crowd.

“I’m gonna go get a drink Megumi, Do you want anything ?”

“Nah I think I'm just gonna sit down and have a smoke”

You shrugged your shoulders as you walked up to the bartender.

“Bacardi,” You said simply. The bartender quickly whipped up one.

“Bacardi huh…interesting choice for a young one like yourself”

You didn’t recognize the voice but as you turned to your side you noticed who it was instantly.

“Oh my god, Your Satoru Gojo”

“In the flesh”

“I just wanna thank you so much for inviting me to this party, It’s honestly such a gift and it’s so awesome in here”

“Please, the pleasure is mine miss…?”

“Y/N”

“Here’s your drink ma’am,” said the Bartender

“You know, why don’t you finish that drink and then follow me yea ?”

“O-Okay”

After 3 sips you finished it and paid the bartender. As you followed Gojo upstairs the music started to fade more and more.

He showed you to his humongous bedroom with a king-sized bed and red silk sheets completing the look.

“Oh, I wasn’t here to have se-“

“Oh yea, I’m sure you just showed up to my party just to dance and have fun with your friends, definitely to not get fucked by me”

“That’s exactly why I showed up here” You started to get impatient with the man.

“Just shut the fuck up and take your clothes off already”

“Excuse me”

Had you known Gojo was such a perverted asshole you wouldn’t have come to his party in the first place.

“I think I’m leaving now”

“No, you don’t”

He grabbed your hair and threw you on the floor with your wrist pinned over your head

“Let the fuck go !” You screamed trying to do all you could to get him off you.

“No way, Your gonna take this co-“

“She said to let go” Now that was a voice you noticed right away.

“Megumi…” He was standing by the door frame with an angered look on his face, Looking like he was gonna kill Gojo.

“Now now Megumi, can’t you see I’m busy here”

“I said let her fucking go or so help me I will post this entire video of you forcing y/n on the ground to the internet”

Gojo looked at Megumi then looked back at you. He let go of your hair with a loud huff and walked out of the room. “Smart ass,” was all he said last.

“Megumi, thank god you came here,” as you got up from the floor you noticed Megumi closing the door and locking it. “ I saw him lead you up here and you didn’t look too happy so I followed y’all”

“Why did you lock the door Megumi ?”

“Because…he got to touch you…and you liked it”

“Uhm, I’m sorry what are you implying ?” You think I enjoyed him trying to rape me ?”

You asked with a scoff at the end.

“No, you didn’t enjoy him trying to have sex with you, but you were trying to have sex with someone tonight. Just not him”

“Yea, okay and who would that be ?” You asked trying to play dumb hoping Megumi would buy it but he didn’t.

“Me,” He said as he inched closer to you with his lips only centimeters away from yours.

“Don’t flatter yourself Megumi” Why would I try and have sex with you tonight ?”

“Y/n just how stupid do you think I am ?” The dress, The song, All those fucking smiles at me, Staring at my hands while driving. Oh and this little guy too.” He reached into your breast and grabbed the condom you had hidden in your bra.

“Fuck” you whispered.

“Yeah, I know you want me too,” Megumi said with a smirk.

“Look it’s not what it looks like I swear” You tried to play the pleading card but that never works on Megumi.

“You sure? Cause it looks like you want me to slut you out on this bed until you're begging me to stop.”

You felt embarrassed that he was right. Even though you never wanted to do anything to ruin you guys’ friendship you could never help the way your body reacted every time you were around Megumi. “Just say the words and I’ll fuck you Y/N.”

“Megumi…please” You looked up at him with innocent eyes and your hand placed on both sides of his face. “Please kiss me, Fuck me…I want you to slut me out.“

“On the bed” You obeying for yourself laid on your back as Megumi climbed on top of you kissing you all over your face and soon moving down to your neck. “Let me take this off.” He slid down the spaghetti straps of your dress and pulled it off with you lifting your ass to help him. You were wearing a lacy midnight blue pair that made Megumi go feral. “You wanted me to fuck you that bad huh ?”

He started kissing your breast and groping your tits as you moaned into his ear. He leaned down till he was face to face with your lacy panties. As he slid them off he could see the wet slick that was covered in them. “I hope this is from my touch and not his touch baby, because if it’s not we’re gonna have a problem”

“It’s…from yours ‘Gumi”

“Better be” He continued staring at your bare cunt. It was so pretty and wet that he just wanted to cherish this pretty pussy forever. He stuck two of his long slender fingers in his mouth and stuck them inside of you. A swift back and forth or up and down motion was enough for you to cum. “Ahh, ‘Gumi please please please”

“Please what baby, Use your words” You looked down and made eye contact with him.

“Please go faster”

“Oh, you mean like this ?” Megumi started going at a rapid pace that you were sure could make you squirt on him. Almost at your climax, you gripped the sheets so hard, making your knuckles turn white. “I’m close ‘Gumi”

“Cmon baby, want your juices all over my fingers.”

“Ahhhh” Slick juices coated Megumi’s fingers and he couldn’t help but have a lick or two at them. “Mmmm tastes so sweet”

“My cock is throbbing so hard right now, I think it’s time I show you what you are now.” He took off his belt and grabbed both of your wrists as he tied them together with the belt. He dropped the black slacks he had on, along with the white button up leaving it all on the floor as he teased the waistband of his boxers. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Megumi please please please, I wanna feel you inside of me, want my pussy to be filled with your cock all the way to my stomach.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and whispered “Your gonna enjoy this.”

He discarded his boxers and climbed on top of you. He grabbed the condom and tore off the opening carefully as he slid it down his length, aligning his tip with your entrance. Finally pushing inside of you with no problem. “Ahhhh - fucking hell, your pussy is so tight and wet” He went in and out of you at a decent pace for you to keep up with. “Megumi, Your so big…I…I love it.” He looked at you chuckling like he was proud of himself.

“Tell me how much of a slut you are, Tell me how you are so slutty that you planned this entire thing just so you could feel my cock 8 inches deep in you.”

“I’m a big slut, but I’m your slut ‘Gumi. I wanted your cock to fill my empty pussy because every time I see you I can’t help but think about it.” Megumi was surprised about everything you said. He would’ve done this any other day, you didn’t have to plan this but here you guys are now. Megumi is on top fucking you like he has the stamina to do so and you under him, a crying mess that’s enjoying herself. “I’m so close baby.” As you both reach your climax you both whine out as you try and catch your breaths.

“Holy fucking shit,” you said as you noticed the mess you both made. “Gojo is not gonna be happy about this.”

“Fuck what Gojo isn’t gonna be happy about, that fucking asshole.”

You laughed as you laid next to Megumi, Your naked bodies still covered in sweat and cum. “You wanna get out of here and try another round but somewhere more…not Gojo’s bedroom ?” you asked Megumi.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

#fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu megumi #megumi smut #anime smut #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jujutsu kaisen nobara #jujutsu kaisen satoru

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