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emphistic · 6 days

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Revelation

A/N: i must finish this series before it finishes me. this is also only my second time writing on laptop instead of my phone.

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Sukuna wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.

It came natural to him — talking to you, I mean.

“Hello?” you asked, putting him on speaker. You didn’t bother moving your phone to your ear, your roommate slept over at her boyfriend’s last night anyway. So you had the apartment to yourself.

A deep, raspy voice answered on the other line with a quick, “Hey,” and you assumed he had probably only woken up a few minutes before he called you.

“Do you . . . need something?” You had to admit, this was quite odd. It was rare for Sukuna to call you so early in the morning, after all, your tutoring sessions were usually in the evening or right after Sukuna got off of basketball practice, which was never before 4pm.

“I’m supposed to need something now? What if I just wanted to talk to you?”

“. . .” You almost dropped your phone on the tiles of the kitchen floor; your silence told Sukuna everything he needed to know.

“What, don’t tell me I can’t talk to my favorite tutor?” His voice held a mischievous tone to it, and the expression painted on his face was no different.

“I’m your only tutor, dickhead.”

Sukuna feigned a sigh, and you almost pitied him for a second. “I just, y’know, miss hearing the voice of the prettiest girl on campus—”

“Sukuna, don’t—don’t do that. Especially not to me.” Chance no. 1 — Those words and the tone in which you uttered them almost made Sukuna think back on the whole bet. If only he had. If only he had listened.

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

“Why not?”

“For fuck’s sake, Sukuna, don’t play coy. It is eight in the morning—”

“I’m serious, though. I just want to talk to you, it’s, ah, lonely over here.” Sukuna twirled a pen he picked up from his nightstand between his fingers.

Lonely? Lonely? Sukuna was lonely? Yeah, he had to be playing with you or something. “Where’s that girl you posted on your story last night then, hm? Was she not up to your liking, Ryomen?”

“Don’t even start.”

You laughed. Sukuna smiled; in all honesty, he really did miss your voice. He had neither seen nor heard from you in days. Coach had been kicking him in the ass lately, telling him to do this and do that, and the injury on his shoulder was really starting to take a toll on his body. He wasn’t allowed to work out, much less, even play ball.

“Are you really serious though? Like, deadass?”

Sukuna paused, before answering moments later. “Why the hell would I not be? Yuuji’s out of town with some of his friends, so I have no one to bother, and no games for a while, either. This is the first time I’ve had — what did you call it? — a lazy morning.”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle. “Is that all you care about? No Yuuji and no basketball?”

“. . . I also have no food in the fridge . . . so that’s that, I guess.”

“Oh, my God! You being miserable is not supposed to be this funny. I can’t.” Sukuna could still hear your laughter loud and clear from the other line even after you set your phone down to clutch your stomach in hysteria.

“How rude of you, Madame President.”

When you realized how casually you were speaking to Sukuna — out of all people, you abruptly regained your composure, and cleared your throat. Yeah, sometimes either you or Sukuna would crack a joke or two during a tutoring session, but you two rarely held a civil conversation without it breaking out into a petty fight or argument about something trivial. So this was certainly new. And, you were also fairly surprised with how natural it felt, as if this was totally normal, and you totally weren’t speaking to the biggest nuisance and bane of your existence.

However, this also wasn’t the first nor last phone call you two would ever have. And usually, speaking while separated also helped keep the peace between you both.

“Are you stable now?” Sukuna teasingly questioned.

Your voice cracked, “Mhm.”

“Good.” Then, he hung up. That was it. That was it. Chance no. 2 — Sukuna should’ve just left it at that. He should’ve never called you another morning, or another evening. But no, he was determined to prove Naoya Zen’in wrong. He could do this. But. . . He shouldn’t do this. And that made all the difference.

Maybe it was a bad idea to immediately start his car and drive to your complex. Maybe it was a bad idea to knock three times, sparing only a glance at the number on your door: 116. Maybe it was a bad idea to enter your apartment. Maybe it was a bad idea. Then again, you were the one who let him in — in the first place. It was a bad idea.

“You said you were hungry, right? I’m making breakfast right now. Wan’ some?”

He should’ve shook his head no, and said, “My fridge is empty. But I’m not hungry,” but he didn’t. Sukuna stayed over for three hours. You two spent the morning sharing a stack of pancakes, and spoke in hushed tones — not for any specific reason — over cups of coffee.

But that wasn’t all. Sukuna began calling you almost every morning after that day. At first, it was an inconvenience, as most of your meetings were in the early hours, but you two came to a compromise and only spoke on the phone for as long as it took you to change your clothes and get ready to leave. However, unbeknownst to you, Sukuna also took the time out of his day. Though it wasn’t much, Sukuna skipped out on his morning jogs to hear your voice. It didn’t matter, anyway, because Coach wasn’t going to let him run if he had a say in this. But he didn’t.

The bet stayed in the back of his mind. Sukuna rarely thought about it. At times, most times, really, it didn’t feel like a bet or a dare or a joke, to Sukuna. It felt real. It felt like he was actually talking to and hanging out with a real person. He was talking to and hanging out with you. And he was enjoying it.

But when Naoya called, and asked for them to meet up after school, Sukuna automatically knew what that little mutt wanted. They agreed on a small diner, close to campus, and not too far from their gymnasium. It was rough, downtrodden, and looked too old to still be running. Nevertheless, no one was supposed to see them here anyway, so it worked.

“Have you two hung out yet?”

The memory of having breakfast at your place was not a distant memory, so Sukuna didn’t mention it. “Not out of school.”

“I assume progress has been slow, then?”

“We’ve started talking more than usual.” Sukuna silently reminisced about all the nights you spent on call together, when either of you couldn’t fall asleep, and about all the mornings you spent eating breakfast together, when Sukuna’s fridge was, like always, empty. But he didn’t mention any of those things.

“You seem to be enjoying this, y’know. I saw the way you dropped her off at her Student Council meeting, don’t think I didn’t.”

Sukuna frowned, but the blond continued.

“You had a smile on your face.”

That, he did.

“If you don’t hurry up and get her to go out with you, I’m calling off the bet. Money’s gone. No prize, nothing. Make up your mind. Go through with this, or, like the pussy you are, forfeit,” Naoya spat out; his tone was far from benevolent, did Sukuna forget about how this all started in the first place? Chance no. 3 — Sukuna should’ve ended the deal right then and there. But he didn’t; if Naoya thought Sukuna was going to back out of this unsuccessful, he thought wrong.

“You seem to have forgotten who was the pussy in the first place, dumbass. I’ll forfeit when I die.”

“We’ll see about that, Ryomen. We’ll see.”

It was later than usual when Sukuna called you that night, and exhaustion was evident in his voice.

“You’re telling me, that, you’ve started hanging out with SUKUNA!?”

“Nobara, shh! At this point, the whole building’s going to know.”

“They should know! This is revolutionary! My friend’s getting laid!”

You shot her a pointed expression.

“Alright, alright, let me just tone it down a bit, my bad, because I’m totally not shocked that my best friend is now talking civilly with the man of her NIGHTMARES!” Her pitch gradually got louder and higher as she continued with her sentence. You curled up into a ball on the floor of your shared living room as the brunette paraded around the apartment waving her arms about and screaming in intervals of only two seconds.

“And, and, not only that, he’s also asking you OUT?!”

“Nobara, oh, my God.”

“‘Oh, my God’ is right. This is — I don’t even know what to say — is this good? Is this great? Are we excited? Are we friendzoning him? What’s—what’s the situation here, girl? Fill me in a little more.”

“Oh, yeah, about that. . . I’m not really into baseball, but I was talking to him the other day about it—”

“Why are you only telling me just now?”

“Anyways, I was telling him about this player who I thought was really cute. Y’know, the guy I showed you a picture of—with the really spunky hair, yeah, that guy, and umm, I guess he took that as me saying I’m into baseball. But I’m not. I have no clue what anything regarding that sport even is, I just—ugh, I need help. He says he has really good seats,” you pinched the space between your brows in exasperation.

“What I’m getting at here is that you don’t want to say ‘no’ because he already paid for the tickets?”

You nodded.

“But you don’t want to say ‘yes’, right?”

When you didn’t respond, Nobara audibly sighed as loud as one could, and slapped her palm on her forehead. “I thought you were better than this. Sukuna? Really? You want to go out with that punkass? The one who — you told me — annoyed the shit out of you back in high school? Girl, something has to be possessing you right now, what the fuck.”

“Okay, okay, deep breaths. Let’s backtrack a little,” Nobara seemed to be the only one not following her own instruction.” So, he’s asking you out on a date, with him, and not another better guy who would be better deserving of you. Yes? Ugh, damnit. Okay, anyway, and you plan on saying ‘yes’.”

“I might’ve already said ‘yes’,” you winced as Nobara looked like she was about to faint.

“Oh, dear Jesus. Do I not exist to you anymore? Why are you only giving me the scoop, like, centuries later? Are we not friends, roommates, anything? . . . Okay, okay, deep breaths, Nobara, deep breaths. . .” She shut her eyes and began to breathe in deeply, over and over again.

All the while, you tried to contain your own mind. If you really thought hard and long about it, it would seem a little strange that you were going on a date with Ryomen Sukuna. Scratch that, really strange, actually. I mean, how much could a person possibly change over the course of — what, a year? — to go from teasing and bullying you relentlessly, absolutely determined to make your life a living hell, to asking you out on a date. A date? Isn’t that what couples do? Isn’t that what people who like or love each other do? But, you weren’t supposed to like nor love Sukuna. You were supposed to hate his guts, or, at the most, tolerate him. But no more, right?

That’s what Nobara Kugisaki was trying to figure out, as well. But her specific thinking was on a level below yours. As your best friend, roommate, and all the things you could possibly think of, she knew you. She knew your favorite type of sandwich, your favorite music genres and songs, your favorite hairbrush to use, your favorite pair of shoes. She knew you well. But, after some previous events, she now only knew you well enough. She also used to know your type. . . And, Sukuna? Wasn't it, until now, apparently.

“So what’s the game plan?” The sound of her genuinely curious voice brought an abrupt end to your train of thought.

“Oh, um, I don’t know? Just go to the game with him, I guess. That’s all there is to it, right? It’s just a simple date, a simple outing, an evening of fun. Yeah! Let’s think of it that way.” While you tried to act normal about the whole arrangement, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of misgiving about the whole thing. You were actually starting to like Sukuna more than you let on, he made you feel giddy inside, like a little middle school girl talking to her crush, he made you laugh and smile, but, in the end, you weren’t sure if he changed enough as a person to not go back to his old ways.

“That’s all there is to it?” Nobara repeated, not completely understanding your words.

Maybe you were overthinking all of this. After all, Sukuna never referred to this as a date in the first place, it was you, instead, who thought of it as one. I mean, who wouldn’t? Sukuna played it off as, “Me and Yuuji were originally going to go together, but we bought these tickets before he went out of town. And I don’t like baseball that much, either, I’m more of a basketball typa guy — as you know, so there’s no way I’m going alone. And there’s also no way I’m letting sixty bucks go to waste.”

You laughed with him, and said, “So I’m the replacement?”

“Whatever you want to be.”

To be completely honest, you didn’t give it much thought when you quickly replied only moments later, “Sure, I’d like that.”

“What the fuck?! He was clearly safe!” Sukuna yelled, standing up from his seat as the rest of the crowd held similar reactions to what was called.

You crossed your legs, remaining seated, and placed a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “I thought you weren’t into baseball?”

“That doesn’t mean I’m stupid!” Sukuna extended an arm out in the direction of the umpire, and mumbled a string of curses.

“Was it really that big of a deal? Mind you, you’re the brainy one in this area, not me, for once. You’ve gotta start giving me some pointers.” You cocked your head to the side, and used your hand to escape the harsh rays of the sun.

“Oh really, that so?”

“Mhm.”

“Was my lecture lasting the whole car ride here not enough for you?”

You let out a laugh, “You already know the answer to that.”

“Let me guess, you didn’t listen to a thing I said?”

“Bingo.”

“Sukuna, what are we doing?”

“Hm? What do you mean by that?”

The two of you spoke quietly, whilst sharing a cool milkshake after you unanimously decided it was hot as fuck, and you both were sweating like absolute pigs.

“Y’know. . . What are we doing? What are we doing at a baseball game together? What are we doing spending most nights and mornings on call together? What are we doing on a date together? What are we doing—together?” It was hard enough for you to keep eye contact with someone, you always felt uncomfortable by it, but Sukuna made it nearly impossible. You couldn’t meet his dark eyes for long enough until you had to avert your gaze elsewhere. But sharing a milkshake together? There really was no escape for you.

When the stadium grew boisterous and louder than ever out of the blue, you thought everyone was listening in to your conversation. Then, the logical side of your brain shut that idea down. But, when you and Sukuna turned your heads simultaneously to face the Jumbotron at the same time, you realized.

Inside of a heart-shaped frame decorated in pink and red hearts on the live-streamed video up above was none other than your and the pink haired-man beside you’s faces on the screen. And below your faces, written in bold, large, and white letters were: KISS CAM.

This was it. This was how you would die.

“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing,” Sukuna turned to look at you with a calmer-than-he-should-be face. “Hell, I don’t even know what I’m doing. But . . . if you’ll let me. . .” His voice trailed off as his eyes languidly moved down your face, until his gaze rested on your lips.

Chants of “Kiss, kiss, kiss” filled the stadium, and grew louder and louder and louder, despite your evidently growing embarrassment.

You don’t know who leaned in first, and to this day, you still don’t know.

Sukuna’s arm — which previously hung around the back of your seat, moved to rest on the small of your back. His other hand gingerly cupped your cheek, and you subconsciously leaned into his hand, relaxing at the feel of his seemingly soothing touch.

A smirk grew on Sukuna’s face, and you waited for an obscene, vulgar joke to come out, but it never did. As your faces got nearer, your noses almost touching as a result, time seemed to come to a halt. You couldn’t even hear the restless crowd anymore. It was just you, and Sukuna. Sukuna and you. You and Sukuna. Come to think of it, you liked the sound of that, to be honest.

While Sukuna came closer, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he really was. I know, it sounds weird to say, but it was true. In high school, he had his fair share of girlfriends, but you never really paid much thought to it. But now, you know why. It was undeniable. Sukuna really was attractive. Even if you push aside him being built like a Greek god, there were still other aspects to his beauty. His seemingly hypnotic eyes, his defined cheekbones, his tattooed skin, and that sharp jawline of his. It was all so, so beautiful.

You closed your eyes, afraid of what would happen next. But really, there was nothing to be afraid of as his lips met yours in a tender, yet fervent kiss.

This was . . . new. You didn’t expect a kiss from the Ryomen Sukuna to feel this way — not that you ever thought about that, no way. Was he always this gentle? Fuck, why was his hair so soft? While your focus was entirely on the man in front of you, your hands were quite distracted and moved to his nape to play with the little ends of hair there from his undercut.

Earlier, the cries of the stadium were softened and shut out because of . . . something you didn’t know about. (And the author doesn’t know, either.) But now, sounds of the stadium were completely drowned out, for you could only hear the hammering of your own heartbeat in your own chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your mind was wiped completely blank, and you felt lightheaded, beyond dazed, even, as Sukuna caressed your cheek whilst he deepened the kiss ever so slightly. His lips began to move more ravaging-ly, like he was greedy for more. His tongue lightly grazed against your bottom lip, before he gave you lick. Taking the opportunity — as you parted your lips in a gasp, Sukuna added a little bit of tongue into the kiss as well.

The crowd grew wild, erupting into cheers as the sight on the screen grew closer and closer to a mere porno. Some parents were even forced to cover the stares of their curious and confused children

You swore — for a split second, that you could taste the bitterness of the chocolate syrup from the milkshake you two had shared earlier, which made the kiss feel impossibly more sweeter, and even pleasant, if you will. You felt your face heat up, and your cheeks redden. You just knew he was going to tease you about this later, but did it matter? Not really, no.

The kiss turned sloppy, as Sukuna grew insatiable like the jerk he was, and people in charge of the KISS CAM quickly moved to a different couple, in hopes of keeping things a little more on the PG side.

You were surprised, to say the least, as you found yourself craving more. You grew fond of the feeling of his lips on yours, and you were beyond devastated — a pout evident on your glossy lips, when Sukuna pulled away.

You sank down into the back of your seat, covering your reddening cheeks, and attempting to hide from the world as Sukuna only gave a shit-eating grin to the people around you both.

Was it the beer that made you do all of that? Oh, right. You’re completely sober! God, you wondered what possessed you to do such a thing, much less, on live video! There was no excuse for what you just did. Nada.

“Was it really that bad? — That you had to hide away like a little hobbit?” Sukuna teased, laughing as you continued to get impossibly more red.

He really, really enjoyed this.

#if this flops i might just kms #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #ryomen x reader

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medstudentblues · 3 months

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Happy saturday!

It’s our last weekend break (the last golden period). I worked out this morning which was gorgeous, then I went to a cafe to have breakfast, read a book, and journal. I also bought flowers for my kitchen because they looked and smelled so good this may be a weekly thing now.

An update recently.

ER was just a waste of time because there wasn't much responsibility put on us. They just thought, "Hey, let's make the kids go in," but our roles in the ER has been unclear so basically we did nothing other than saved (we did CPR and such) and monitored some of the patients.

Now we are in Psychiatry, where we take care of our mental health. Our duty is only from 8am-4pm, everyone's nice -- the residents and nurses, and we see some interesting cases (Schizophrenic patients, bipolar people in their manic phase, and so on). I'm actually a little sad that the rotation is ending next week and we'll start our Surgery rotation because in Psychiatry, there's life-work balance. People are good at listening. People know that mental health is important, and Doctors can sometimes feel things too and go through some difficulty in life. It's still not challenging for me like IM (internal medicine), but my rotation in Psychiatry has made me insightful without realizing it. The past few months had been a roller coaster because we were in IM. Our adrenaline was always on peak, but we were also mostly tired and we took the toxicness as a challenge and therefore, we enjoyed the past rotation. It is only in Psychiatry that we are finally slowing down. We are finally able to process our emotions, our mental and emotional state, where we stand, etc. Even if we didn't have our break in ER rotation, perhaps this slowness in Psychiatry rotation is just what we needed.

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k4shixe · 5 months

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Can you do a Gojo one where they got in a fight please?

Broken Heart.

Pairings; fem!reader x Gojo Satoru (gn!reader aswell)

Warnings; breakup, cheating, mentions of being drunk, angst, not proof read

Word count; almost 1.5k

Summary; Gojo had come home drunk one night with an attitude, and after being suspicious for a while it leads to you finding something that changes everything.

here is Part 2

Your alarm starts going off and as you groan and reach over to close the small hellish device you notice you boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, wasn’t in bed next to you. “He might’ve got called in early or had to train his students” you think to yourself as you roll out of bed and walk over to the bathroom to do your daily routine. Once you were done you decided to go for a jog to clear your mind and to get some fresh air. Even though Gojo never said anything about it, you were always a bit insecure about yourself. You were on the slimmer side, your body weren’t perfect but it wasn’t something people wouldn’t want. Gojo always complemented you but you felt like you had to make it up to him and be the perfect girlfriend for him like he is for you. So sometimes after he leaves for work you do a quick workout or a jog like this to make that process quicker, of course you could tell Gojo has noticed but he hasn’t said anything which makes you want to work harder.

As you were taking deep breaths to calm that racing heart of yours, you decided to do a quick stop by the store. Maybe you and Gojo could bake something together? You always loved doing anything with him, but baking, especially some brownies always had a place in your heart. So you took a turn to the store, grabbing a basket to get some ingredients (and maybe a bit of other stuff too ;)) and hurried back home to set it up. Placing the ingredients out on the table for easier access so you guys could cuddle and watch a movie together after, you hurried back to your shared room and got out some leftover rose petals that Gojo had used for your aniversary. Carefully spreading them out to make sure everything was perfect. It was about 4pm by the time you finished everything and you knew Gojo came back late so you sent him a text of an "I miss you :(" and awaited his reply as you sat down on the couch watching some tv.

It was about 9pm when you finally heard the door creak open and the footsteps of Gojo enter the house. You jumped up from your spot and ran towards the door, excited to see his big smile and amazing body covered by a white button up shirt which was his favourite to wear. But when you were greeted by a frown, it made your heart stop for a second. "Satoru? Is everything alright?" The worry was evident in your voice and you watched him scoff before taking a step. He was shaking and using the wall as support which means one and one thing only. He is drunk. You tried reaching out to help him but he moved your arm away and began walking towards the bedroom, mumbling something about being tired and wanting to shower. You nodded your head despite the fact he couldn't see you and went back to the couch where you quietly started sobbing. Sure it was late but you were in such a good mood, well, until someone came home drunk. Gojo wasn't that type of person but he does occasionally come home drunk but he always tells you that he'll be home late and in a better mood. So what has gotten in to him? It was probably a good few hours of just staring into nothing and thinking that you decided to get to bed and discuss it later. You slowly opened the door to find Gojo asleep on his side, with his back facing you. You examined the room, the rose petals now on the floor instead on the bed, a huge part of it was dumped by your side. How sweet. You slowly and quietly got into bed, deciding to clean up the mess in the morning and closed your eyes to sleep.

Upon waking up, the dark room was lit up by your cell phone. It was a call coming from an unknown number? Picking it up you heard the sound of a coworker from your workplace, the one thats much much prettier then you and made you feel so insecure.

"Tonight was fun..." -giggles-

"I'll see your tomorrow right?" -giggles again-

Tonight? But you didnt do anything besides get ready for the massive fail of a date night? Could it be? No. It cant. Before you could get a word out she must've realised who she called as you heard a quick "oh shit" and the line disconnected. So she called the wrong number, but who was that meant for? Maybe some other guy but not your boyfriend right? Staring up at your celling with many questions going through your mind, you somehow managed to fall asleep again and once you woke up Gojo was gone again.

You didnt feel like doing anything so you stayed in bed for a few hours before deciding that maybe you should get some work done. Putting some bread into the toaster, you walked towards the laundry room and started putting a few of Gojos shirts inside as he couldn't be bothered doing his laundry. While separating the colours of the shirts, you came upon a white button up shirt. Simple and plain, but made Satoru look so hot. You rolled your eyes at the remembrance of your first time seeing him in one, it made him look unreal. Rolling you eyes with a smile, you were about to put it in but saw a red mark. Maybe some blood? But a closer examination declared it was not just blood or a lipstick mark but nail polish, and you didnt own a red one. So who's could it be? It seemed to have gotten on some other clothes, but it was dry now which mean he had gotten it a couple hours ago. While he wasn't home. No. Its something else. It must be. But everytime you went over everything it just made more and more sense. The frown, the call, the nail polish. You paced around the house a few times before calming yourself down. You grabbed a suitcase and got all of Gojos things into there. Have you thought about giving him another chance? Yes. Are you going too? Nope. Because the more you think, the more you realised that this wasn't a one night thing for sure. He has come home numerous times with an attitude and when you asked he didnt say anything about it. And that coworker of yours looks in your direction more times then ever. You dragged the suitcase towards the door and waited for the white haired man to come through the door.

After a couple of hours, the door finally opened with a happy, smiling Gojo with a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey love! How was your da-"

"Get out."

His smiled immediately dropped when he saw a suitcase next to you, and he noticed the white shirt he had worn the night before.

"Cmon Baby. This must be a misunderstanding"

"No. I said get out Satoru!" As much as you tired to hold it in, the tears started falling and your voice began to break.

"After all this time, I was the fool to think someone like you could love me! I spent so much time and energy on you! On us! And this is what I get in return!" You threw his shirt on the ground with the nail polish mark up in clear view.

Gojo opened his mouth to reply but you didnt want to hear it.

"How long?" You say, voice trembling.

No reply.

"Satoru tell me, how long has this been going on! I know its with my coworker so how long!"

He tilted his head towards the ground. "A few months..." Ouch. That hurts like hell. He played you for months?

"Y/n! Listen to me! Please! Im so sorry!"

"I gave you everything Satoru! Why! I know im not pretty like her!"

"No your so much more prettier then her! I was just drunk one night and I-"

"Good job! At least you admit it!"

You both stay quiet, the sound of heavy breathing and a few sniffs coming from you was obvious, even a tear rolled down Gojos cheek.

"Y/n-"

"Please get out." You say kicking his suitcase towards him. He sighed solemnly with a nod. As he turned around he looked back at you.

"Y/n. I love you. I really do. Im so so sorry I fucked up"

"Get ou-"

"I'll text you later, Love."

And just like that, years of loving his have gone down the drain. You went to the couch and laid there, crying your heart out thinking of where you went wrong.

A/n; Didnt know if you wanted a happy ending butttt yeahh. Sorry that I got this out late and if Gojo isn't accurate. I haven't watched jjk yet but I know some bits of the characters personalities. Anyways hope you enjoyed!

#jjk #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #breakup #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo angst

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drefear · 10 months

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They Know (Drabble)

I got this from a post by @miggyyyyohara

TW: violence, a little bit of smut, nothing else really. (Second hand embarrassment?)

It wasn’t an easy mission.

Usually, Miguel and Jess could handle things just the two of them, and the other teams could handle the smaller anomalies. Gwen, Hobie, and Pav were a team, Ben, Lego Peter, and cowboy Spider worked together sometimes, and the list went on. Today, a Lizard got through to Earth -1563 and Miguel called for backup, which was something he genuinely hated doing. When he didn’t see any portals opening after a few minutes, he made a second call.

Swiftly, Ben, Gwen, and Hobie popped through.

“Where’s Jess?” He yelled, anger bubbling at having to deal with the others- mainly Hobie.

“Jess is having bad morning sickness!” Gwen called out, swinging to land a blow to the Lizards abdomen, until its claws dug into her suit and threw her into the concert wall.

“It’s 4pm!”

“Innit funny how it can come at any time but it’s called mornin’ sickness?” Hobie smashed his guitar over the Lizards head, but it barely flinched and he moved backward to save Gwen. The portal opened again and Miles and Pav ran in, glancing around at the bloodied Gwen and exhausted others.

“Take Gwen somewhere safe, Pav.” Miguel instructed and Pav nodded, then pulled Gwen into his arms and ran back into the portal. Miguel glared at the green being, whose strength seemed to be a bit much to handle for the group.

“Hobie, Miles, use the electricity powers to stop that thing, Ben and I will keep it busy until you do and when you can, trap it.” He instructed and Miles nodded, as Hobie sighed.

“I’m only listenin’ cause that’s what I was thinkin’ a doin’.” Hobie then went with Miles to start shooting webs, making a decent trap for the large anomaly.

Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben fought against the large reptile villain. Ben flipping and narrating everything made Miguel practically seethe with irritation. He would remind the Spider-Man to stop doing that.

“Now!” The two boys shouted and Miguel flipped out of the way. He caught sight of Ben, who obviously didn’t hear the signal, and continued to fight the Lizard.

Miguel jumped and soared to Ben, pushing him out of the way, but he was a bit late.

The electric currents from the two younger spider-boys shot through their webbing and into Miguel, as well as the Lizard.

While the beast was indeed captured, Miguel caught a breeze against his skin as he felt his suit malfunction. Glaring at the ground, he stood with his backside to the group as they stared at him. He huffed and spoke.

“Lyla, use my emergency application suit.”

“Nice buns-“

“Lyla!” He growled and she immediately covered his body with a new suit, rolling his shoulders in the holographic fabric. It was a bit tighter than the newer one, now having his new measurements, but still working to keep him modest.

Later once he was back on his platform, he ran diagnostics on his suit, fixing the technology and trying to find a way to not let Miles and Hobies powers affect it so much to where he’s completely naked every time. Hearing footsteps, he turned and hit a button to lower the platform.

“So I heard the mission was a success.” Peter spoke, lightly teasing the bigger of the two as he hopped onto the platform. A few others were behind the father and Miguel heard a few stifled laughs.

“It was. Now spit it out.” He glowered, waiting for the punchline to whatever ridiculous joke the group was trying to make. Turning around, he saw Gwen, Pav, Miles, Hobie, Jess, and Peter. Miguel folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at them all.

“We got a good look at ya backside.” Hobie stated and the others looked at Miguel with smiles.

“It’s the same as anyone else’s, don’t be immature.”

“It definitely was not the same as everyone else’s.” Miles mumbled, making Miguel’s eyes snap to his with a lingering question in them.

“I mean, sometimes my back looks a bit like that, depends when my girl is ova or not.” Hobie smirks, winking at Pav as he lets out a laugh.

“What?” Miguel asks, still confused.

“Miguel- can you take the back of your suit down? Just your back, not your butt?” Jess asks, making the large man think for a second. Without another thought, he lets the back of his suit dissolve and Gwen gasps. Jess and peter stand, eyes wide, and finally Peter clears his throat.

“I think the kids have some sort of paperwork to do.” Peter moves to rush them all out, Hobie shaking his head.

“Finished it all, so who’s the lucky lady?” He dodged Peter’s grasp before he can push him out of the room, making everyone stop.

Miguel furrows his brows. “I don’t understand, is there something-“

And then you walk in.

A bouncy little pep in your step, making him want to pepper kisses all over your face, and his face relaxes a bit. You’re in mostly casual clothing, shorts and a t-shirt with those cute little boots he loves so much. You two had been dating secretly, not wanting the spider society to make a big deal of it.

“Who’s got a lucky lady?” You inquire and Hobie nods to Miguel.

“Big boss man’s got some serious evidence of a good night all ova ‘is back. We’re just asking who could he be smashin’.”

Silence covers the room as Miguel finally understands.

He immediately covers his back.

He was with you last night.

You, with your legs around his waist as he sunk into you over and over, causing you both to practically break the sound barrier with your moans. You with your nails dragging all across his back, your mouth leaving hickeys all over his skin, and Miguel returning the favor. Him, leaving hand shaped bruises on your thighs.

Ones that were very visible right now in those little shorts.

Your eyes swelled as you somewhat understood what you just waltzed in on.

“W-wow, maybe I shouldn’t be here right now-“

“And what are those?” Hobie bends down to your thighs, making you freeze as you and Miguel refuse to break eye contact.

“You have a secret partner too?” Pav asks, shock filling his voice. Gwen and Hobie look at each other as it sinks in and Miles takes a step back to the door.

“I-I got those on a mission.” You sputter, trying to save some face.

“The hickeys and fang-marks too?” Jess crossed her arms, not believing you as you just shrugged, face red as a beet.

“Everyone get out!” Miguel roared, embarrassed by the obvious being revealed.

“Fine, but try not to get distracted, yeah?” Hobie says, strolling out with his hands in his pockets. Gwen follows him out with a hand covering her face while Miles drags out Pav, who just keeps trying to ask questions. Jess and Peter glance back to you and Miguel, before Peter mumbles a happy little ‘good for them,’ and Jess pulls him away.

You two stare at each other before he sighs as you ask,

“You think they know?”

“They know.”

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel smut

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judes-hoe · 5 months

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Teddy Bear ~ TAA66

(Inspo)

Parrings ~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary ~ you can’t help but cuddle Trent after training because he just looks so comfortable.

Warnings ~ little make out sesh🙂

A/N ~ love his fit, but we’re gonna act like it was a brown sweatshirt to work for this imagine🙂.

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Normally you and Trent wake up together in the mornings before he leaves for training. Today though, he made sure you stayed asleep. Last night you both had gotten back to the house late at night after a party, he knew you didn’t get much sleep.

So when you woke up at almost 1pm, Trent had left a note in the kitchen. The note said ‘hey beautiful, hope your not mad for not waking you up, thought you needed the extra sleep. See you around 4,love you.’ You could only help but think about how sweet he is.

One thing you like about waking up with Trent was picking out his outfits sometimes(most the time). So you were curious to see what he wore this morning.

You decided tonight you’d make Trent’s favorite dinner, which was a pasta he loved. But you didn’t have all the ingredients, so you had ran to the store to get them. By the time you made dinner and finished, it was 4pm. Meaning Trent would be home soon.

You had changed into something a little more comfortable, a pair of your sweatpants and yours(Trent’s) hoodie. When you slipped on the hoodie, you heard the door open and close. “My love, I’m home” he shouted.

You quickly ran down the stairs into the kitchen. When you saw his outfit, you immediately thought of a teddy bear. “Aww you made my favorite” he said turning around to face you. “Yeah…..You look super cute today, loving the outfit, gives me teddy bear vibes” you said cuddling into his chest. “Thanks love” he said kissing the top of your head. “Let’s eat dinner so we can go cuddle after” he said grabbing two plates from the cupboard.

As you and Trent ate dinner, he talked about training. He said he was so lonely because Dominik wasn’t there(dramatic). He asked what you did today and you told him you just went and got a couple things from the store.

After you both ate he took our plates and put them in the sink. He walked you both into the living room sitting down and pulling you on top of him. “You looked super cute today, especially with the beanie, you never wear hats” you said playing with the strings on his hoodie. “Well it went with the outfit” he said with a smile. “I will be asking your admin of pictures of you in this outfit” you spoke with a smirk. “Of course you will” he spoke kissing you.

You pulled his face closer, deepening the kiss. You hands move to around your waist. “You ready for your game Sunday” you asked him pulling away from the kiss. “Yeah, I just got this feeling will do good” he said. “Well if YOU play good then maybe you’ll get a surprise when you come home” you winked. “Mmm I like the sound of that” he mumbled in your neck. “Alright come on let’s go lay in bed” you said getting off him and pulling his hand.

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#trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #judes-hoe😚

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 3 months

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Star Crossed: Chapter One

Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Intimacy Issues, Slow Burn, Reader is in an Established Relationship (for now), Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut. Investigative Inaccuracies. I think that’s it?

Summary: Your fiancé goes missing, and the handsome Detective Loki is put on the case. Was this meant to be, and will you ever find your fiancé?

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David Loki was not one for personal relationships. No, he had a hard time letting people in, and an even harder time with people even getting past his stony facade.

David didn’t mind, he actually preferred it. No one to worry about. No one to worry about him. No reason to rush home in the evening, giving him complete freedom to dedicate every waking moment to his work.

That was until the day he met you. Neither of you realised that was the day that changed everything for you both, when your eyes locked on your front lawn, as you stood, distraught, giving as much information as you could to the two officers who had arrived on scene first.

“He, uhm… he always leaves the house at 7:30 in the morning, and depending on traffic is usually home by 5:30pm.” You nodded, trying to recall your fiancés regular work schedule.

“Okay,” the tall cop taking down the information on his notepad nodded, “and you say you don’t have any issues, just a regular happy household?” He queried.

You nodded, “Yeah we’re happy. We have our routine and sometimes we have to go through the motions like any other couple, but we don’t typically fight, if that’s what you mean.” You confirm.

You loved your fiancé, but you had been together nearly 10 years, and the romance had begun to fizzle out. You were best friends and you still had other aspects of life that you enjoyed together, it just wasn’t in the bedroom anymore.

“Thank you ma’am. I think we have what we need for now. We’ll be back in touch.” The cop confirmed. He turned around and spotted Loki doing his rounds, looking out for any suspicious details.

“Ah, detective! I’ve finished speaking to Miss (Y/L/N), got the basics, registration plate, pictures of the missing person, yada yada. I don’t know if you want to speak to her about anything else.” He said, walking with his partner back to his car.

Loki nodded, and he walked up to where you stood with your arms crossed, biting at your fingers anxiously.

You had said goodbye to your fiancé, Carter, that morning in much your usual fashion, giving him a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. He smiled at you as he turned around while walking down the drive, “Will text you when I get to the office, love you!” He called.

Carter was a good man, he had never done wrong by you, and you had never done wrong by him, and that is why your relationship was still happy despite the intimacy issues. You still had a lot of fun, and went on dates and had adventures from time to time, but every now and then you were reminded of what was missing, as you both craved something that simply was not there anymore.

Carter had not texted you that day, and you’d dropped him the odd message during the day to check if he was ok. You chalked it up to him forgetting and getting busier than usual at work.

But by 6pm, you began to really worry, as he wasn’t home yet. It was not like Carter, ever punctual, to be home late, he loved his routine. He knew dinner was always waiting for him, as you finished work at 4pm each day, so would never make you wait.

You called his phone and it went straight to voicemail. You tried him all night before eventually calling the cops. They told you to wait 24 hours.

Reluctantly you waited and waited all night, and by morning when he still hadn’t walked in the door, you decided to call his place of work. They confirmed that Carter did not show up the morning before.

You called the police to report this and that is when they sent out a few officers and Detective Loki.

“Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki nodded at you, extending his hand to give yours a shake, “I’m Detective Loki, I’ll be handling your case.”

You took his hand and offered him a week smile. “Thank you Detective. Is there anything else I can do? I feel so helpless.” Your hand shook in his, your mind giving you the worst scenarios all night, and you were exhausted.

“I just need to take a look around the house, would that be okay?” He said cautiously, noting how fragile you looked.

You nodded and gestured for him to follow you into the house. You showed him around each room and left him to do what he needed to do, while you sat in the living room, trying Carters number again.

After four more failed attempts you threw your phone across the room with a huff and drew your knees up to your chest in an attempt to control your breathing.

Loki came out of your bedroom upon hearing the noise. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how upset you looked. Loki hardly cared for adults, they often caused their own issues and their behaviours didn’t help them, but something was tugging on his heart strings for you.

“Miss (Y/L/N), is there anyone who can come out to be with you during this time? It might help to have some friends or family around-“

You shook your head, cutting him off mid sentence, “No, I’m not from around here and my family live abroad now anyway, I haven’t had a chance to make any friends here just yet. But I’m fine, I just want to focus on finding Carter.” You said sternly.

Loki nodded, his hands on his hips.

“Is there anything else I can help with Detective?” You asked, an awkward tension filling the room.

“Yeah actually, does your fiancé have a computer, or laptop, anything of that sort?” He queried.

“Yeah he has a laptop somewhere, I can try and find it.” You said, pushing yourself off of the couch.

You walked past Loki, taking in his oaky cologne, and started sifting through the drawers and cupboards in the bedroom. You eventually found the laptop stashed up at the top of the cupboard, and handed it to Loki.

“I don’t think he uses it much, but if it’ll help you find him, have at it. I don’t know his password though.” You shrugged.

Loki offered you a gentle smile, and tucked the laptop under his arm. He was about to turn to leave when you stopped him, with pleading eyes.

“Detective… what do I do now?” You asked, looking helpless. Loki felt incredibly uncomfortable in that moment, he was never good at this comforting business.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, before eventually making eye contact.

“Just take care of yourself, keep trying his phone, and try not to worry too much. We will find him.” He offered what he thought to be a reassuring smile, but to you it just looked like he was in pain.

You nodded, “Thank you.”

Loki left and drove to the station to get his team on cracking the laptop password. He didn’t know what he’d find but was hoping for any indication of where he could have gone. He would also check any accidents in the area between the house and Carters place of work for the cars registration plate, and would call local hospitals to see if anyone matching his description had been brought in.

Loki worked late into that evening, making calls and searching the internet for anything relevant, and by the time everyone had gone home, he was no closer to finding anything.

He decided to call it a day and would visit Carters place of work tomorrow, to see if any of his colleagues could shed some light.

As Loki drove home, a sudden thought popped into his mind, and he redirected his journey to your home.

Loki got out of the car and made his way up your cute little front yard, littered with pretty wildflowers, and a winding stone path leading to the front door.

He knocked gently, and waited for you to answer.

Eventually you answered the door, eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying all day.

“Detective?” You were surprised to see him at your door, and had felt a little deflated, part of you thinking it may have been Carter coming home. You suddenly had an even worse feeling, wondering if he had come to deliver bad news.

“Miss (Y/L/N), sorry to bother you so late. I just had a few more questions I was hoping to ask. I can come back tomorrow if now isn’t a great time?” He offered, suddenly realising his intrusion as you stood before him in a short, satin pyjama set. Loki diverted his eyes to the ceiling awkwardly.

“No no, come in, please. It’s a welcome distraction to be honest.” You mumbled, grabbing your cardigan and pulling it around you tightly. You ushered him into the kitchen.

“Can I get you a tea or coffee, Detective?” You offered, flicking on the kettle.

“No, thanks.” He smiled kindly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He scanned the pretty white and blue room, trying to form a mental picture of what you and Carter were like in your day to day.

“I was just hoping to delve a little deeper into what life is like for you and Mr Benson, on an average day to day. I know it seems redundant but we need to cover all bases, that’s all.” He blinked hard a few times, suddenly feeling like an imposing presence.

You turned to face him, leaning against the counter top. “Okay, let’s see…” you took a deep breath as you thought. “Carter leaves for work before I do every day, he gets up, makes us both coffee, leaves for work. I leave about an hour later. I get home about 4pm each day, and I’ll start dinner so that it’s usually ready by the time he gets home.

He’ll get home, we eat, he loads the dishwasher and we then watch tv for an hour or so. We take turns showering and then we sleep. We’re not all that exciting unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms.

Loki nodded, scribbling down notes on his little notepad.

“And you told my colleague that Mr Benson typically gets home from work at around 5:30pm most days?” He queried.

You nodded, “Almost always, if traffic isn’t awful.”

“And what about weekends, do you do anything special then?”

You shook your head, “Not particularly, I paint in my spare time, I also enjoy gardening. Carter has some friends he often plays golf with. It’s not my scene so we don’t always spend the weekends together, but sometimes we’ll go out for the day, have lunch, see a movie, that sort of thing.” You said with a soft but sad smile.

Loki nodded, making a mental note as he noticed that this particular topic seemed to be a slightly sore topic.

Suddenly Loki’s phone buzzed, as a text from his tech team leader came through.

Rodger:

“Hey, got the laptop password. You might want to come and see this.”

Loki shoved his phone in his pocket and his eyes flicked up to you. “Thank you Miss (Y/L/N), that’s all I wanted to check. I’ll leave you with in peace.” He smiled at you genuinely, and went to head out the door.

“Detective!” You called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face you.

“Could you not call me that? Makes me feel kind of old.” You chuckled, eyes lighting up for the first time since he’d seen you. “Could you call me (Y/N) if it’s not too much trouble?”

Loki smiled, looking down at his feet. He nodded, “Sure, but only if you call me David.”

You smiled at him, sort of pleasantly surprised at how the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Goodnight David.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

And with that David left, and made his way to Rodger’s house to see what he had found.

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- Chapter Two Here -

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gobletofmilk · 4 months

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hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then.

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight.

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

#tier list #ranked #ranking #really important #earth shattering #powerful #silly #sillyposting #what is silly posting is this silly posting? if so this is why i'm here. to silly post.

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All Shook Up (Austin!Elvis x Reader) Part 2

Summary: Your and Elvis’ date doesn’t go as planned, drawing the media attention you were trying to avoid. With the release of your duet following soon after the media circus, the success of the song and increasing tabloid speculation make some people see dollar signs, rather than romance in the air.

Note: The reader can still be read as gender neutral as of this part. Thank you all for the support for the first part of this series! I know I have a million others I’m working on, but this one has been a lot of fun to write. Please do not interact with my blog or posts if you’re under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None.

Part 1

After Elvis and the Colonel had left, Ray and Jeanne were kind enough to let you rant and rave to them about the nerve he had to make insinuations about you and your personal life. Ray asked you again if you were sure about wanting to collaborate with Elvis, promising he could find you another up-and-coming artist to do the song with you, but, out of spite for the Colonel and genuinely liking Elvis, you remained firm in your choice of a duet partner.

When Jeanne had brought you back to your apartment later that night, she let you know that your schedule for the following day would be short, with meetings in the afternoon and a promotional radio interview around 4pm. Just as you figured, you’d have the evening free to spend with Elvis.

For once, you had a morning to yourself and savored every moment of sleeping in two extra hours and actually having time to make yourself a nice breakfast. Just as you were about to bring your food out to the balcony, the buzzer for your apartment rang, and the doorman, Bill, informed you of a delivery that had arrived with the morning newspaper. You let him know to send it up, and racked your brain for what could have been sent to you. Sometimes companies would send you free merchandise, hoping for celebrity advertisement, but those usually went to the label’s office.

You opened the door to find a bright bouquet of flowers next to your paper. Bringing both items into your apartment, you set the flowers on the kitchen counter and read the card that was attached.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for yesterday. I hope these will do until I see you tonight.

E.P.

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. It was sweet, especially since all you’d done the day before was get a rough version of the song together and talked afterward. You normally didn’t think too much of it when you went on dates with other celebrities, but something about Elvis excited you the way no one else had.

Putting the flowers in a vase, you kept looking at them throughout the morning. When Jeanne stopped by around eleven to get you, she smiled when you told her who they were from. The rest of the day flew by, with your radio interview to end the day. It went well, mostly just some softball questions from a DJ who regularly played your music. When he asked about your upcoming album and hearing about last minute changes being made to it, you teased the collaboration, not explicitly mentioning Elvis, just that you’d be working with a newer artist–someone controversial. You refused to give more details, knowing the mystery would add buzz prior to the song’s announcement.

Ray had gotten the label to agree to make it the lead single for your upcoming album, meaning its success would make or break the album sales as a whole. It still wasn’t officially announced yet, and you knew Ray was spending part of his day getting contracts and scheduling worked out with the Colonel.

The interview ended, and you made it back to your apartment by five, giving you an hour to get ready for the date. You picked an outfit you knew you looked good in. Sure, you weren’t trying to attract any media attention, but you sure as hell wanted to attract his. After checking over your appearance for what felt like the millionth time, you looked at the clock. It was already a few minutes past six.

If he had to cancel, you would’ve at least expected him to have the decency to call. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you waited a few more minutes, and your intercom buzzed. You jumped up to answer it.

“Y/N, Mr. Presley’s here for you.”

“Thanks Bill, let him know I’ll be down in a minute!”

You made your way downstairs to see Elvis standing near the back entrance of your apartment building, shifting from leg to leg every few seconds.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Elvis apologized as soon as he saw you. “Things got held up while I was recordin’ for this TV show. I got here as quick as I could.”

“I get it, trust me,” you smiled, giving him a hug. “The flowers were lovely, by the way, thank you.”

He returned the hug, visibly more relaxed. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“The drive to the restaurant should be quick. I figured it’d be better for us to be driven there than try to go ourselves,” you explained, leading him over to the car that was waiting outside.

Elvis nodded. “Sounds good.”

You hadn’t been lying, the drive to the restaurant was quick, though he spent most of it staring out the window as the bustling city passed by. The place was a real dive, with its exposed brick walls and dim lighting obscured by the cloud of smoke that hung in the air. Everyone seemed to speak only in whispers, the loudest noises being the occasional clinking of wine glasses or scraping of utensils on plates. Even the music was subdued, and Elvis figured this was the kind of place where people went if they wanted to go out but not be seen.

You handed the host a twenty, “The usual table, please.”

“Of course,” he nodded, slipping the bill into his coat pocket.

Elvis leaned down, whispering to you as the host led you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. “You gave him twenty dollars?”

“Why not?” you said, thanking the host as you and Elvis were seated.

A waiter immediately came by with a bottle of complimentary wine, courtesy of the restaurant owner, who waved to you from the kitchen door. You lifted your empty glass in acknowledgement, but noticed Elvis shift uncomfortably as the waiter poured the wine.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, placing your hand on his forearm.

“You know so many people,” he said, mumbling an awkward ‘thanks’ to the waiter when he left to let you two look over your menus.

“I’ve been at this for a long time.”

"So, got any advice for someone green in the music business?" he asked, a bit of laughter in his voice.

You hesitated to answer with the witty remark he was expecting. You liked Elvis a lot, more than you reasonably should for someone you only just met. You thought back to the musicians you’d befriended only for their fame to be fleeting, drinking and dancing one weekend and disappeared another. Elvis had too much talent to be a one-hit wonder, but his inexperience made him a prime target for anyone looking to make big bucks off of him.

"You have to be careful who you trust. This industry is cutthroat, and there are people who want to take advantage of you, bleed you dry," you said. "When you’re famous, you’re not a person anymore—you’re a commodity. That’s all some people will see until they can’t get anything else out of you."

He nodded slowly, before taking a swig from his glass of wine.

"I’m not saying this to scare you, but you need to look out for yourself."

"I got the Colonel lookin’ out for me. He’s done a lot to help my career already," Elvis said.

You nodded, though that wasn’t what you had said, he needed to look out for himself. As much as you trusted Ray and Jeanne, you liked to look over your contracts and finances every so often, just to be safe. You didn’t like his manager, maybe because he made all those assumptions about you upon your first meeting, but something about him seemed off.

“Speaking of, where’d you tell him you were going tonight, anyway?” you asked.

He grinned. “I didn’t.”

“Sneaking out to see me, I’m flattered,” you giggled.

The rest of the night continued like this, the two of you flirting in the privacy of the restaurant. He went as far as to kiss you while you were waiting for dessert, his lips soft, sweet and flushed from the wine you’d been drinking.

“Can I take you out again?” he asked softly, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Yes,” you answered, closing the gap to kiss him yet again.

As the week went on, you and Elvis worked on recording the duet and getting photos taken in preparation for promoting it. You’d spend late nights in the studio together under the guise of working or would call cars to bring you to your secluded dates in dingy bars and restaurants. You loved the thrill of it all, but you especially loved being with Elvis.

The two of you would call each other at all hours of the day or night, having similar schedules with meetings and interviews. You tried not to think about what would happen when Elvis inevitably left New York to go back to Memphis. He’d admitted to you that the city was overwhelming, but you were the best thing about it.

When you grabbed the paper the morning that the single was released, you felt like your eyes were going to pop out of your face. While not the headline for the day, prominent bold lettering read The Raunchy Romance of Rockers Y/N and Elvis - EXCLUSIVE on page 6. Frantically flipping to the first page of the story, you were assaulted by photos of you and Elvis on your first date, and your second one, and you bringing him up to your apartment through the back entrance after said second date.

‘What started as a musical collaboration between the rock n’ rollers became an affair of passion as the two worked closely together. A verified anonymous source told us that Elvis and Y/N have been spending late nights in the studio together. When they’re not sneaking around restaurants and bars like a couple of teenage hoodlums–’

You couldn’t bring yourself to read anything past that. You slammed the front door shut, collapsing onto your couch. They’d been sitting on the story for at least a week and only waited until the single’s release day to publish it. Your own career was one thing, but so many people wanted to see Elvis fail, you’d feel guilty as hell if you played some role in ending it before it began.

The phone rang, and you jumped before hesitantly picking up.

“Hello?” you asked tentatively.

“I don’t know why I keep doubting you, Y/N. You know your stuff when it comes to the charts,” Ray said cheerfully.

“What are you talking about, Ray?”

“It’s only been out for a few hours, and it’s already number 10. By the end of the week it should be top of the charts–”

“Number 8 now,” you could hear Jeanne shout in the background.

“Shit, by the end of the day even. Congrats.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the papers Ray? All that stuff about Elvis and me, you aren’t mad?” you asked.

“No, obviously this publicity worked out in your favor, but I’m most concerned about this ‘verified anonymous source’. I’m going to ask both labels to investigate,” he said. “I’m getting more security at your apartment too, since people know there’s a back entrance now.”

You sighed. “Okay, thanks, Ray.”

“Jeanne’s leaving soon to pick you up. The Colonel demanded we squeeze him and Elvis in for a meeting today, so prepare yourself, ‘cause I can imagine he’s not as happy about things as I am.”

“Alright. See you later,” you said.

A headache began throbbing in your temples, and you got aspirin from the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you considered everything. You weren’t sure how long you’d spent lost in your own mind when there was a knock at the door. Shit. Jeanne was here, and you were still in your pajamas. She looked exasperated when you answered the door.

“Y/N, you aren’t even ready to go?” Jeanne asked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where my head is today,” you said. “I’ll be a few minutes.”

“You’re worried about Elvis, aren’t you?”

“Do you think I’m stupid to like him so much?”

“If I’m being honest, I like him a lot more than anyone else you’ve dated.”

You nodded, “Thanks, Jeanne.”

Wasting no time getting ready, you were out of your bedroom and heading to the lobby in about fifteen minutes. When you’d walked outside your building, you were shocked at the people holding various newspapers and tabloid publications, asking for your autograph on the stories about you and Elvis. You’d never seen a reaction like this to any of the other relationships the media reported on. People must know it’s true this time.

You were silent on the way to the label’s office, resisting the urge to chew on your nails. You and Elvis had promotional appointments booked through most of the day but depending on how the meeting with the Colonel went, they’d either go smoothly or be the most awkward thing you’d ever experienced.

As soon as you walked into the conference room, Ray gave you a look that made you know to prepare for the worst. Elvis had a lovesick expression in his eyes as you sat down next to him.

“So, the cat’s out of the bag,” you said, breaking the silence and maintaining a facade of unapologetic confidence.

“Y/N, I told you my boy does not go on dates, and now every media outlet in the country is claiming he’s been canoodling with you for weeks! His image is in shambles because of you!” The Colonel raged.

“Colonel, don’t take this out on Y/N. I was the one who asked ‘em out. It was my decision,” Elvis said.

“Did you not consider your career for a second, my boy?”

“Of course he did,” Ray interjected. “The single’s only been out since this morning, and record stores are already selling out of it. I’m getting calls from radio stations begging Y/N and Elvis to come on for interviews. The public loves celebrity couples.”

The Colonel narrowed his eyes at Ray. “What are you getting at?”

"We can make this work, for both parties," Ray said. "Lucy and Desi own television. People flock to theaters to see Bacall and Bogart or Leigh and Olivier play out their real life romances on the silver screen. It appeals to the sense of voyeurism, being able to feel like they’re getting an intimate look at something off-limits. Y/N and Elvis can be that for music.”

The room was silent yet again, until the Colonel began nodding in agreement with Ray. “Yes, well, you do make a good point. However, if Elvis and Y/N were to date, whether in reality or for publicity, it would certainly no longer be reported on as ‘raunchy’. You two will be a respectable couple, no sneaking around bars or going up to apartments at 2 o’clock in the morning.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. We wouldn’t have had to sneak around if you weren’t such a pain in the–

“‘Course, Colonel,” Elvis said, taking your hand in his.

Ray and the Colonel spent the next few minutes crafting an acceptable romantic backstory for you and Elvis, something that would be palatable for most audiences and explain away the late-night rendezvous. It took all of the excitement out of the relationship’s origins, but if it meant you and Elvis could date, you supposed you’d go along with it.

“So, how does that sound?” Ray asked.

“Time to break some hearts with these next few interviews, huh?” you said, looking at Elvis.

He grinned. “Guess so.”

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HistoryProfessor!Zhongli x EnglishProfessor!Reader

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A/N: I hope the ending made sense I genuinely have no idea how to write a confession scene

A heavy sigh of exasperation left your mouth as you stepped out of the classroom, already looking forward to your break which seemed so far away. A few of your students clearly woke up and chose violence, as they were extremely uncooperative during your lesson today. Your head hurt when you thought about what may be in store for you during the next class. While you were still wallowing in fatigue, you didn’t notice the tall figure heading in the opposite direction of you, only putting the pieces together after the files you were holding were knocked out of your hand, colourful folders spilling over the floor. Your eyes shot open, an apology on the tip of your tongue as you looked up at the unknown person. You were caught off guard as slender hands hovered over yours, and a deep voice following, “Ah, I sincerely apologise. Let me help you pick them up.” Freezing in your place, you tried your best to form a coherent sentence. “N-no, I can pick them up by myself. Thank you though.”

After that incident, students were left wondering why you came to class 10 minutes late, with an extremely flushed face, no less.

“Would you like to chat with me over a cup of tea sometime?” A now familiar voice could be heard from behind you. Over some time, you had befriended the school’s most popular history teacher, known for his good looks and tendency to go on about the history of osmanthus wine Zhongli. “Sure, when are you free?” You inquired, already looking forward to having tea with the handsome man.

You two ended up having tea together on a Friday afternoon, making small talk about anything and everything while the warm breeze flowed through your hair. These tea sessions became more and more frequent, to the point that you had it written into your weekly schedule. “Teatime with Zhongli, 3-4pm” Even though those were hours that the Sun was shining down on Earth relentlessly, it was the only time both of you did not have lessons to teach.

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“I am going overseas with some of my students for a lesson on different cultures.” Zhongli suddenly said one day, taking a sip of his tea. “Oh.” you mused, not sure how to react to that piece of information. “I’ll be fine, I guess?” You said. Maybe you would miss him? You weren’t sure. These conversations over tea stirred foriegn emotions within you which you could not figure out for the life of you. Whatever, you’ll push them away and leave it as a problem for another time.

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Once again, you were left alone at your work cubicle, idly staring at the bright screen. What were you supposed to be doing right now? Checking your schedule, you realise that afternoons were usually spent drinking a wide variety of teas with Zhongli. You find yourself missing them, the absence of the history professor leaving a hole in your heart. You didn’t think you would miss him so much, thinking you weren't that close to him.

Your students were once again left wondering why you were in such an irritable mood these few days.

3 more days, 2 more days, one more day. You had recently gotten into the habit of counting down the days until Zhongli came back from overseas. Of course you had other friends to hang out with you, but 3 to 4 pm in the afternoons were spent tiredly answering emails or marking late work, scrutinising every little detail.

Online texts with him were either rushed or dry, as handling over 40 students at once was tiring and left him with his hands full. However, in spite of all his fatigue, you would always fall asleep to a short voice message of him telling you about his day and wake up to a “Good morning, sunshine.” The nickname made your heart flutter slightly, and longed even more for him to hurry up and come back. “These are signs that you may be in love with h-” you cut yourself off immediately, deciding that you would keep procrastinating your own feelings towards Zhongli.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you said monotonously, blankly staring at the message you just received. “The flight we were scheduled to take back was cancelled due to foreseen bad weather, so I am afraid my return will be delayed by four or five hours. Faithfully, Zhongli.”

It was already 2 in the afternoon, and you stood stupidly at the entrance of the school awaiting his return. Dejectedly dragging yourself through the halls and back into your office, you quickly replied to his message by saying “No worries! Take your time :).” You just hope that the next flight would come sooner than expected.

Maybe this was the only time that the archons above had answered your prayers, as at exactly 5:35pm you heard loud chattering coming from the ground floor. When you looked outside the window, there was a flood of students walking into the school carrying large duffle bags or luggages. Your eyes subconsciously scanned for a certain brown-haired professor, and you spotted him, right at the front of the entrance, already heading in.

Realising that it would be highly unprofessional to run down the stairs and throw your arms around him (and likely give him the impression that you liked him– even though you did), you opted for just waiting for him outside his office. “Welcome back. Did you miss me?” you joked, a small grin on your face. “Very much.” He responded. “I believe we have missed a few of our afternoon chats over tea.” His reply made you feel giddy and your head felt like it was spinning. “Very much.” Kept replaying over and over in your head, and you realised you have to formulate an answer lest you seem rude or awkward. “Let me make it up to you.” his honeyed voice continued, gently placing your hand in his as he led you into his office. Who knew such a simple action could make your face as red as a glass of wine. (I really hope that sentence makes sense.)

You were sitting beside the window as the evening sun when your train of thought was interrupted by Zhongli asking, “I think we should try a type of herbal tea today. Do you prefer Ginger tea or Hibiscus tea?”

Pouring you a cup of fragrant hibiscus tea, he started telling you all about his overseas trip. How troublesome some of the students were, how beautiful some of the sceneries were and— “During the trip, I missed you, although we would chat every day. I also apologise if I seemed to dry during our conversations.” Even though he lifted up the teacup to cover his slightly red face, you could see the tips of his ears turn pink. You felt your heartbeat speed up, and heat rising up your face. Then it struck you. That you were in love with this hot mess of a man. That you couldn’t run from these feelings anymore.

Day after day of saying “I’ll leave my feelings for another time.”. This was the moment you realised that you had to acknowledge this fact. It was like the hand of fate grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at a screen with big, bold words that spelled out, “You are in love with Zhongli.”

And maybe, just maybe, he would reciprocate this forgien feeling. Mouth running dry, you mustered up the courage to murmur, “i, uh, missed you too. Maybe a bit too much to be considered friendly.” You tighten your grip on the teacup, filled with hope that he would accept this confession of love or at least turn you down kindly. What if you had misinterpreted his subtle pet names? What if you misunderstood the way he blushed and avoided your eyes whenever he caught you staring? You tried a small smile, hoping the rejection wouldn't be too harsh.

However, when you looked up, you found Zhongli staring at you with a gaze filled with adoration and… is that disappointment? Why would he be disappointed? “I must say, I am a bit disappointed in the fact that you confessed to me first.” He laughed, reading your expression. Oh.. oh. Oh. “I.. I like you too. Are you willing to be with me for as long as this lasts?”

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