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deja vu

Part 2

Synopsis: Since some things are precious but invisible to the eye, we forget them as life passes by. In which child Satoru forgot the promise he made to you as he grew up trying to fit into the expectations thrown at him, everything is fine until he began to dream about those moments he forgot, and he began to investigate what he forgot.

Word Count: 5,567 words

Warning: Imaginary friends, I don't know if this is angst anymore since it has a happy ending.

Note: Happy Birthday to me! (ᗒᗨᗕ) the title came from tomorrow x together's new song! go ahead and stream minisode 3. This is best to read while listening to deja vu! This was to be like long ass story but I'll just make a part 2 if everyone wants too. Have fun reading! <33.

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Stomp stomp

Satoru stopped running when he made it to the garden of his household, he ran away again from his lesson just to have fun.

As Satoru stood on the pile of leaves, he carefully stomped out the melody of the Morse code, hoping to summon the person he had met in the garden. Each rhythmic stomp carried a message, a secret code only they shared.

"Satoru!" The voice called out, and he excitedly turned his head around to see you and the fennec fox that you weirdly named "Tomorrow.”

Upon seeing you, Satoru’s eyes lit up before he tried to rush towards you but instead, he tripped and landed right on his face.

He groans in pain with tears threatening to spill but you come towards him, kneeling and helping him to stand up.

He started seeing you after his 7th birthday. When he was wandering around alone in the garden that was like a maze, he saw you sitting prettily as you gently petted that fox.

You looked just around his age at that time, but he couldn't believe whether you were real or not since you looked like an angel to his eyes from how bright you were.

It was as if you were not a human being at all…

When you accidentally made eye contact with Satoru, that's how you two began to meet in secret.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a concerned look as Satoru brushed it off, telling you he was fine, even though there was clear evidence of blood running down his nose.

Despite his attempt to hide it, you could see the pain in his eyes.

Gently, you reached out and wiped away the blood with a handkerchief you always carried with you. Satoru winced slightly but tried to hide it with a weak smile.

"You really should be more careful, Satoru," you scolded softly, your voice filled with worry. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You led him to a nearby bench and carefully dabbed at his nose with the handkerchief, trying to stop the bleeding.

The fennec fox, Tomorrow, nuzzled against Satoru's leg as if offering comfort in its own way.

As you tend to him, Satoru couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety wash over him. Being with you and Tomorrow always made him forget his troubles, even if just for a little while.

As Satoru sat there with you by his side, tending to his injury, he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever.

He wished he could stay like this with you, with Tomorrow following you two around, offering silent companionship.

Despite the pain in his nose, Satoru felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.

Being with you made him forget about the stresses and worries of his everyday life as the heir to the Gojo clan. It was moments like these that he cherished the most, moments of simple happiness and quiet friendship.

As you finished cleaning up his nose, Satoru looked up at you with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I don't know what I would do without you.” He added.

You gave him a light-hearted chuckle as you told him it's nothing, as long as his nose is fine.

With a playful grin, you booped his nose gently, causing him to wince and whine as it still pained him even from a gentle touch.

"I'm sorry," you said with a sympathetic smile, realizing your mistake. "I didn't mean to make it hurt more."

Satoru shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite the discomfort. "It's okay," he assured you. "I'll survive."

You and Satoru shared a moment of laughter, finding solace in each other's company even in the midst of a small mishap. As Tomorrow nestled closer to both of you, the bond between the three of you felt stronger than ever.

As Satoru began to tell you about his day, you sat there listening attentively, giving him a genuine reaction to each detail he shared.

You laughed at his humorous anecdotes, frowned at his frustrations, and smiled at his moments of joy.

Lost in conversation, neither of you noticed the passage of time or the maid beginning to appear in the garden.

Satoru was completely engrossed in sharing his experiences with you, finding comfort in your presence and the ease with which he could confide in you.

While Satoru was still engrossed in telling his story, he was abruptly pulled on his wrist. Startled, he turned to face his personal maid, who had a frantic look on her face.

"Gojo-sama, who were you talking to?!" she asked, breathing heavily.

Satoru was confused. "Huh? I was talking to-" He turned his head to face you and Tomorrow, eager to show you to the maid, but to his surprise, the two of you weren't there.

Huh?

Confusion clouded Satoru's expression as he scanned the garden, but there was no sign of you or Tomorrow.

His heart sank as he realized that you and the fennec fox had vanished without a trace, leaving him standing there, alone with his bewildered maid.

The maid sighed in disappointment, her frustration evident as she scolded him.

"I'm disappointed in you, Gojo-sama, for running away from your lecture and being here alone! How would your father react if he knew this?!" Her voice carried a mix of concern and fear, knowing the consequences of Satoru's actions if his father found out about his whereabouts while escaping an important lesson.

Satoru felt a pang of guilt as he realized the trouble he could be in if his father discovered his disobedience.

He lowered his gaze, feeling ashamed for causing his maid such distress.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'll go back to my lesson now."

With a heavy heart, Satoru followed his maid back to the house, his mind filled with thoughts of you and Tomorrow, wondering where you had disappeared and if he would ever see you again.

The next day, Satoru returned to the garden, finding himself standing in the same spot where he had met you before. Hesitant at first, he debated whether to do the Morse code to summon you, but he shook off his doubts and began stomping his feet in the pile of leaves, creating the familiar rhythm.

Just as he finished, he heard your voice calling out his name. Startled, Satoru turned around to see you standing there, nervous but with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. Tomorrow hung on your shoulder, adding to the surreal scene.

"Satoru," you spoke softly, the sound of his name sending a wave of relief through him. Without hesitation, he rushed towards you, a smile spreading across his face.

"You came back," he said, his voice filled with joy and gratitude. "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.”

Satoru added, "Since you suddenly vanished yesterday when my maid was scolding me," his tone carrying a hint of hurt. You gently held his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

"I'm sorry about it, but if you know about it, I don't know about the consequences I'll face," you explained, your words tinged with concern. Satoru's interest was piqued by your cryptic statement, and he looked at you with curiosity.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He couldn't help but wonder what consequences you were referring to and why you had disappeared so suddenly the day before.

You brushed it off, telling him it's nothing he should be worrying about. Satoru was confused as to why you couldn't tell him, but he kept quiet. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and Tomorrow, relishing in the moment of companionship and friendship.

Though a part of him was curious about the secrets you held, he decided not to press further. Instead, he focused on the present, cherishing the time he had with you and the fennec fox. As he watched Tomorrow playfully scampering around, a smile formed on Satoru's lips, grateful for the simple joys your presence brought him.

On his 10th birthday, Satoru came across the garden, but there was no joy in his body. He mechanically performed the usual Morse code, his heart heavy with burdens he couldn't quite articulate. When you called his name, he turned around to see you smiling at him, Tomorrow perched on your shoulder as usual.

However, your smile faltered as you sensed Satoru's unusual demeanor. Concern etched across your face as you approached him cautiously.

"Satoru, is everything alright?" you asked gently, your voice filled with genuine care. Satoru hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express the turmoil he was feeling inside.

"I came here to tell you that I will stop coming here," Satoru replied, his voice tinged with sadness. Your face showed an expression of hurt and a small "oh" escaped your lips. Satoru scratched his nape nervously.

"Satoru, will you promise me?" you asked, your voice soft but filled with emotion.

"Promise about what?" he asked, confused by your request.

"Promise me that you will meet us again and you won't forget the Morse code we created and also mine and Tomorrow's name," you told him with a smile, even though it hurt you deeply.

Satoru thought it wasn't that hard as he agreed, "I promise," he said with a smile. You smiled back, though a tinge of sadness lingered in your eyes, as he walked away to head inside his clan household. You stood there, staring at the ground, hiding the fact that you had a gift for him hidden behind your feet.

As Satoru disappeared from view, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you.

With a heavy heart, you bent down and retrieved the gift you had prepared for him, clutching it tightly in your hands.

Despite the pain of saying goodbye, you knew it was for the best. Holding onto the hope that someday, somehow, you and Satoru would meet again.

With a determined smile, you tucked the gift away, silently vowing to cherish the memories you shared and to keep your promise to never forget.

But that promise slowly faded away as Satoru grew older, the memories of his childhood slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Immersed in his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, he became consumed by the weight of expectations and obligations.

As the years passed, the garden and the special moments he shared with you and Tomorrow became distant echoes in his mind, overshadowed by the demands of his position.

Slowly but surely, the memories began to blur, the Morse code becoming nothing more than a forgotten melody, and your name fading into the depths of his consciousness.

Despite his best efforts to hold on, Satoru found himself unable to recall the promise he had made to you that day.

It was as if a veil had been drawn over his past, shrouding it in a haze of forgetfulness.

With each passing day, the gap between Satoru's present and his cherished memories of the past widened, leaving him feeling lost and disconnected from the innocence and joy of his childhood.

As he continued to fulfill his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, the promise he had once made to never forget slipped further and further from his grasp, lost to the passage of time.

Satoru woke up abruptly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

His hand instinctively went to his forehead, feeling the dampness of sweat, and then to his eyes, where he could still feel the lingering dampness of tears.

He realized he had been crying in his sleep.

What the hell is that dream?

Confusion and unease settled over him as he tried to make sense of the emotions that had stirred within him.

His heart felt heavy, weighed down by a sadness he couldn't quite place. Was it a dream that had brought him to tears, or was it something deeper, something he couldn't quite grasp?

As he lay there in the darkness, the remnants of his dream slipping away like smoke, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered within him.

Despite the warmth of his surroundings, he felt an inexplicable chill in his bones, as if something precious had been lost to him forever.

Satoru lay back again, his mind still lingering on the vivid dream. Who was that young girl in his dream? He swore he had never met them before. With a sigh, he glanced at his clock and realized he was awake earlier than usual.

Feeling restless, Satoru got up and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. The memory of the dream lingered in the back of his mind, elusive yet haunting.

Despite his attempts to push it aside, Satoru found himself lost in thought, pondering the significance of the dream and the emotions it had stirred within him.

He is itching to know that person.

But as he rinsed his mouth and splashed water on his face, he resolved to put it behind him and focus on the day ahead. With a determined expression, he left the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

At Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Shoko and Geto stared at Satoru as if they had seen a ghost. "You're early, wow," Shoko said, amused, while Geto remarked, "You look like shit, dude."

Satoru groaned at them for being annoying. "Knock it off, you two!" he told them frustratedly as he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on.

Both Shoko and Geto sat down in front of him after grabbing chairs. "Was it some girl?" Geto asked teasingly.

"I'll punch you in the face," Satoru told him annoyingly, clearly not in the mood for their jokes.

Shoko giggled at the exchange. "So it is a girl!" she said happily, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Satoru sighed heavily, covering his face with his arm at the desk in an attempt to ignore Shoko and Geto's antics.

The two glanced at each other before shrugging and engaging in another conversation, leaving Satoru to his thoughts.

His mind began to wander, trying to unravel the mystery of the dream that had left him feeling unsettled.

Did he really forget something?

The thought gnawed at him, but his childhood memories were a blur, a part of his past that he often avoided digging into.

As Shoko and Geto's voices faded into the background, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, something important that he had left behind in the depths of his memories.

But as much as he tried to push the thought away, it lingered like a shadow, taunting him with its mysterious presence.

Even though it bugged Satoru, he continued his day like he usually did.

Satoru woke up in the middle of a field on a hill. Looking around, he found the surroundings peaceful, but confusion flooded his mind as he tried to comprehend how he had ended up there. Just as he was about to shout for someone, he heard a squeak.

His head swiftly turned to see a fox? But it didn't look like a normal fox; its color didn't match the foxes he knew. Perhaps it was a specific type of fox?

He felt that this was the fox in his other dream.

The fox stared at him with an unreadable expression before turning around and running away down the mountain.

Satoru's eyes widened, and before he knew it, his feet unconsciously began to run, trying to chase after the mysterious fox.

As Satoru made it to the top of the hill where the fox had led him, he stared down to see someone's back facing him. They knelt in front of the fox, giving it a chin rub, to which the fox responded with evident happiness.

Satoru was about to call out to the person, but to his horror, he found that his voice wouldn't come out.

Panic surged through him as he tried to walk forward, only to find himself stumbling and falling through darkness.

The sensation of falling seemed endless, and Satoru's mind raced with confusion and fear.

What was happening?

Where was he going?

And who was that person with the fox?

Satoru woke up again, this time to the sound of his alarm blaring. He sat up straight, turning off the alarm abruptly as he rubbed his eyes.

The remnants of the dream lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling unsettled.

"Ah, my head," Satoru muttered, rubbing his temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that had crept in.

The vividness of the dream left him feeling disoriented as if it had a deeper significance that he couldn't quite grasp.

Satoru thought back to the person he had seen in his dream, trying to recall their features. He couldn't shake the feeling that the person was just around his age.

Could it be that person and the fox were the ones from his dream?

Sighing, Satoru stood up and went about his usual routine, pushing the strange dream to the back of his mind for the time being.

But the nagging feeling that there was something more to it lingered, leaving him unsettled as he went about his day.

Satoru called out to Shoko, who was smoking in the hallway. "Mhm?" she replied, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Let me guess, did you and Suguru make another bet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Satoru shook his head, a serious expression on his face.

He leaned against the wall, contemplating his thoughts for a moment before speaking again. "What would you do if you had a dream that felt so real?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Shoko took another drag of her cigarette before responding.

"Well, I guess it depends on the dream. But if it felt real, I'd probably try to figure out why it felt that way. Dreams can sometimes be a reflection of our subconscious thoughts and feelings, you know?" she replied, her tone thoughtful.

"But all dreams are just made up?" Satoru asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Shoko shrugged, taking another puff of her cigarette. "Well, believe what you want. I already gave you my answer to that question of yours," she said cryptically, leaving Satoru to ponder her words.

Satoru tried to question her further, but Shoko began to feel annoyed. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, her patience wearing thin.

"Look, Satoru, I don't have time for your quarter-life crisis," she snapped, her irritation visible. "If you keep bothering me with these questions, I swear I'll kill you."

Despite her threatening tone, Shoko knew she wasn't strong enough to actually harm Satoru.

It was more of an empty threat born out of frustration than anything else.

Satoru huffed in frustration as he walked away from Shoko, deciding to ask Geto the same question.

However, his attempt didn't go as planned, as Geto's patience wore thin much quicker than expected.

As Satoru began to ask his question, Geto's annoyance boiled over, and he almost ended up getting beaten up by Geto for the umpteenth time for annoying him with his constant questions.

Satoru quickly retreated, realizing that perhaps he needed to find the answers to his questions on his own.

Satoru woke up, finding himself back in his clan household's garden.

It was a maze-like garden, designed to intrigue and challenge visitors. His eyes were drawn to a glowing circle, its color matching his own eyes.

As it began to move inside the maze, Satoru felt a curious pull, compelling him to follow the mysterious object.

With cautious steps, he navigated through the intricate pathways of the maze, the hedges towering above him like walls of greenery.

The glowing circle led him deeper into the maze, its light casting eerie shadows on the foliage.

Despite the uncertainty swirling in his mind, Satoru felt a sense of determination driving him forward. He had to find out what this glowing object was and why it had led him here. With each twist and turn of the maze, he moved closer to unraveling the mysteries hidden within.

As soon as Satoru took a turn in the maze, he slowed to a stop when he saw the same fox whining at the back of a glowing young girl.

The girl was crying and digging into the ground, pushing something that resembled a letter. Satoru's interest was piqued by the unusual scene unfolding before him.

As the girl turned around, Satoru thought he would be able to see their face.

However, instead of a clear view, their face seemed to glow, obscuring his vision and making it harder for him to see their features.

They carried and hugged the fox tightly, tears streaming down her face, while the fox whined softly as if trying to comfort them in return.

A sense of empathy washed over Satoru as he watched the heartbreaking scene. He felt compelled to approach and offer his help, but he hesitated, unsure of how to intervene in such a mysterious and otherworldly situation.

Satoru's mouth unconsciously opened, but once again, his voice failed to emerge. His hand shot up to his neck, gripping it tightly in confusion.

He felt a surge of panic as he wondered if he had suddenly become mute.

Frantically, Satoru tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. The realization that something strange was happening washed over him, leaving him feeling helpless.

The young girl stopped crying and stood up, still carrying the fox in her arms before suddenly running away.

Satoru's eyes widened in surprise as he instinctively followed them, breaking into a run. However, he couldn't seem to move forward.

Instead, he felt as if an invisible force was pulling him backward, preventing him from reaching the girl and the fox.

Confusion clouded Satoru's mind as he struggled against the unseen barrier, his heart pounding with frustration and urgency. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

As he continued to struggle, his vision suddenly went dark.

Satoru woke up again, finding himself back in his dorm room. He sat up straight, blankly staring at the wall, lost in thought. Was this moment real or just another dream?

To confirm, he pinched himself and winced as he felt the pain, concluding that he was not dreaming at this moment.

Sighing in relief, Satoru tried speaking and was reassured by the sound of his own voice.

He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, he winced at the sight of his reflection.

His face appeared ruined from his messed-up sleeping schedule, with prominent bags under his eyes indicating how little sleep he had been getting.

As Satoru brushed his teeth, the memory of the garden dream flooded his mind.

He paused, toothbrush in hand, trying to recall the details of the dream. The image of the young girl burying something in the ground lingered in his thoughts.

"Maybe what the young girl buried was real," Satoru mused aloud to himself.

The idea took root in his mind, and he felt a sudden determination to find out the truth. Without hesitation, he made a decision.

"I should find out," he resolved, determination firm in his voice.

After brushing his teeth, Satoru quickly made up his mind to head back to his clan. He decided to ditch school in order to find the mystery of what the young girl had buried in the ground.

The maid spoke in a happy tone, "I'm so glad you came to visit, Gojo-sama," her voice filled with genuine warmth. She had been with Satoru during his childhood and had seen him grow up.

Satoru smiled back at her as they walked down the hallway together. "Well, I just had something to take care of here," he told her, keeping his purpose for returning to the clan grounds vague for now.

He didn't want to raise any suspicions about his sudden visit.

"You were just this small back then," the maid said, a fond smile on her face as she reminisced. She placed her hand on her waist, indicating Satoru's small height from his childhood days.

"You always ran away during lecture time because you had to go to the garden all the time," she chuckled, the memory bringing amusement to her voice.

Satoru froze on his spot, his mind intrigued by her words. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, his voice itching to know the answer.

"I mean you always had these imaginary friends," the maid explained gently, her tone understanding. "We saw that coming since you were a child. Maybe it was because you didn't have any other kids to play with at the time."

“You were always intrigued by the fennec fox or even those morse codes that you always show me.” She added

Satoru's eyes widened as the memories slowly started to come back to him.

The mention of the fennec fox and the morse code stirred something deep within him, unlocking fragments of his forgotten childhood.

"You should go ahead," Satoru told the maid, his mind consumed with the memories flooding back to him.

"But I thought you wanted to eat some food?" she asked, confused by his sudden change of plans.

"I just had to get something first from my room. I'll join later," Satoru reassured her, his tone urgent as he made his way towards his room.

The maid was about to protest, but before she could say anything, Satoru vanished, using his teleportation ability to make a quick escape.

She sighed and shook her head, accustomed to his unpredictable behavior, before heading to the kitchen to carry on with her tasks.

Satoru appeared in front of the garden, his determination driving him forward. He focused on remembering the path, trying his best to recall every twist and turn.

With each step, he made a conscious effort to scan the ground, searching for any signs of disturbance that might indicate something had been dug up.

As he navigated through the maze, Satoru kept an observation eye on his surroundings, his senses heightened with anticipation.

Every corner turned, every dead end reached, brought him closer to uncovering the truth behind the mysterious events that had unfolded in his dreams.

Satoru found a patch of dirt with growing grass, noticing how oddly dented it appeared.

Suspicion sparked in his mind, prompting him to dig into the soil using his bare hands.

"The gardener must not have noticed this. I guess they barely come to this part of the maze," Satoru muttered to himself as he continued to dig, determined to uncover whatever lay hidden beneath the surface.

Satoru's hand quickly grabbed the dirty paper, unfolding it with trembling fingers. His eyes widened in astonishment when he recognized the familiar handwriting—it was the letter he had made.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine as he struggled to comprehend how it had ended up buried in the garden.

Dear Future Me,

Hi! I hope you're having a good day! Remember that time when we met [Reader's name] and Tomorrow in the garden? It was super cool! We made a secret code together, just for us!

If you ever forget it, don't worry! It's

- --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- ! It's from Tomorrow, the fennec fox's name! Isn't that awesome?

I hope you always remember our fun times and our secret code, even when you're all grown up!

From,

Your 7-Year-Old Self! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Satoru's world seemed to come to a halt as he read the letter, flooded with memories of the day he had written it with you by his side.

He remembered the joy of creating the secret code together, the excitement of writing the letter to his future self. It felt like a precious capsule of time, frozen in his memory forever.

[Reader’s name] and Tomorrow…

Quickly, he folded the paper and hid it inside his pocket, wanting to keep it safe and close to him.

With a final glance at the spot where he had found the letter, Satoru carefully replaced the dirt, covering any trace of his discovery.

As he made his way back, he felt a sense of urgency, not wanting the maid to worry about his absence.

After spending the day at the clan, Satoru returned to his dorm, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.

As he prepared for bed, he made sure to take a moment to memorize the Morse code, repeating it over and over in his mind until it became second nature.

With the Morse code firmly ingrained in his memory, Satoru climbed into bed, ready to embrace whatever dreams may come.

As he drifted off to sleep, he held onto the hope that he would find answers and perhaps even more memories waiting for him in the realm of dreams.

Satoru woke up on the hill, greeted by the sight of the fall season around him.

He scanned his surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tomorrow and you, but they were nowhere to be found. Determined, he searched for a pile of leaves, his heart pounding with anticipation.

When he finally found one, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

With steady determination, he began to stomp his feet onto the leaves, creating the sound of the morse code echoing through the quiet air.

With each rhythmic beat, Satoru felt nervous while hoping this morse code still worked.

He continued the morse code, trusting that somehow, it would lead him to see you again.

After Satoru finished the code, he waited anxiously for the familiar voice to call out to him, but seconds turned into minutes, and there was only silence.

Disappointment weighed heavy in his heart as he stared up at the sky, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him.

Just when he was about to give up, he felt a gentle nudge at his ankle.

Startled, he looked down to see the fennec fox, Tomorrow, rubbing its head against him, squealing and smiling in its own unique way.

"Tomorrow," Satoru whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief and wonder. In that moment, a spark of hope ignited within him once more.

Satoru was about to kneel and pet Tomorrow when he heard someone call out to the fennec fox.

Tomorrow's ears perked up, and with a joyful squeal, it darted toward the person, leaving Satoru momentarily stunned.

Turning quickly, Satoru's eyes widened as he saw you, someone he had been longing to see again, standing before him.

You knelt down and held out your hand, welcoming Tomorrow as it leaped onto your arm and perched on your shoulder, just like old times.

As you turned your gaze towards Satoru, your eyes slowly widened in surprise. "Satoru," you said, your voice filled with astonishment.

"You still-" Satoru began, but you cut him off.

"What took you so long?" you asked him.

Satoru was surprised by your words. "You still remember me?" he asked incredulously, pointing to himself.

"Of course. I've never stopped waiting for you," you replied with a smile, your eyes filled with warmth and sincerity.

Tomorrow whined softly, and you chuckled, giving the fennec fox a gentle chin rub as if you understood its whines.

"I mean, we never stopped waiting for you," you corrected yourself, including Tomorrow in your response to ensure they weren't left out.

Satoru couldn't help but unconsciously smile at the sight of you two together. He observed the both of you for a moment, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen you.

You looked more mature now, but still carried that familiar warmth in your eyes. Tomorrow remained the same playful fox, bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to the moment.

"I'm sorry if I forgot our promise. You can punch me all you want," Satoru said, spreading his arms wide, and preparing himself for the certain punch he’ll face.

However, instead of a punch, he was taken aback as you stepped forward and enveloped him in a warm hug.

Tomorrow, sensing the affection, jumped down from your shoulder and rubbed its head against Satoru's ankle, offering its own form of comfort and forgiveness.

In that embrace, Satoru felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over him, knowing that despite his forgetfulness, the bond between you all remained strong.

"What matters right now is that you're here," you told him, your voice soft and filled with warmth as you continued to hold him in the embrace.

Satoru felt a sense of peace wash over him as he slowly wrapped his arms around your back, returning the hug with equal sincerity.

"I won't forget you. Ever. I really promise," Satoru whispered, his words sincere and heartfelt, leaving you giggling softly in response.

At that moment, surrounded by the presence of each other and the playful affection of Tomorrow, Satoru felt a sense of reassurance that some bonds were truly unbreakable, no matter the passage of time.

He might just not want to wake up anymore.

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astrology observations

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↳ Please note that these are my own, personal observations and that they're all from my own experiences!! <33

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☁️ no bc something about taurus placements and smell... every taurus I know is able to identify a certain smell so quickly (someone I know with a taurus sun can smell if someone has their period 😰)

☁️ my virgo friends love to brag about their knowledge, but once you ask them something, they

get really helpful and explain the answer to your question so patiently :(

☁️ leo/aqua risings 🤝 pinterest baddies

☁️ something I've noticed about air signs is that they have very prominent eyes

☁️ water signs have some sort of obsession with New York for some reason

↳ honorable mention: sagittarius!!!

☁️ something I've noticed abour aries risings is that they tend to have many moles

☁️ yo... cancer and aquarius in a chart... sweats nervously

☁️ lots of fire/water in a chart can indicate being a good dancer

☁️ scorpio placements might have (acne) scars on their face

☁️ whats up w aquarius placements and stalking ppl online??? 😭😭

↳ my aqua ex has been stalking me and found multiple accounts of mine??? HE HAS A GF???

☁️ I have a theory that the reason why water signs usually don't get along w geminis is because geminis often match someone elses energy, but water signs have that unmatchable energy so the gemini comes across as fake to them??? I hope this made sense

☁️ sharing same mars sign as your moon sign with someone, could show that the moon person is really supportive when it comes to the mars persons ambitions n goals

☁️ aqua and leo placements are hard to manipulate unless you make use of their ego... coming from someone w a scorpio sun, leo moon and aqua rising

☁️ saturnian people might really like yoga for some reason

☁️ chiron in 7th could indicate being afraid of relationships

↳same as libra 8th house

☁️ empty 5th house can indicate not knowing how to deal w kids

☁️ aquarius placements know how to detach themselves from negative situations

☁️ I've noticed that (specifically) men with virgo in their big 3 have like one specific hyperfixation

☁️ why are most water sign men blond/have a lighter hair color???

☁️ virgo risings attract cats somehow

↳ a/n : here was another observation post!! :) I have so many asks in my inbox and some of them take too much time to answer, so they could take longer :( I'm really sorry about that!! I really try to do them all whenever I get the time </3 🫶🏻

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they-call-me-emmy · 5 months

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The Past is The Past 3

Part 1 and 2 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara pushed the food around her plate using her fork. She'd barely eaten a bite all dinner, busy glaring at Sam and avoiding any sort of eye contact with Y/N.

"So." Sam began, putting a hand to her mouth and pausing, to finish chewing. "Y/N. How's life been treating you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

There was a second of silence as Y/N finished her food.

"Fine." She stated, setting her fork down on her napkin. "Work's been rough, but nothing besides that."

Sam nodded. "You work at that bookstore, right? The one with the bunny in the window? I drive by it on my way to the grocery store."

Tara had no idea what they were talking about. She hadn't gone shopping since she'd come home. What bookstore? What bunny? It was like listening to people speaking nonsense.

"Yeah. That's the one. Shifts have been longer recently, we're low on staff."

Sam nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N cleared her throat.

"Tara," Tara startled from her daze at the sound of her name, in Y/N's voice no less. "Sam's been telling me your getting back into horror? Is that true?"

Tara glared at Sam.

"I've always been into horror."

Y/N nodded, pursing her lips, sensing the tension in the room. The need to just...not talk.

"I was-" Y/N cleared her throat and took a sip of water. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch some of your favorites...y'know, the few we watched in the last year you really enjoyed? I wouldn't mind re-watching them with you."

Tara couldn't help but feel weird. She's watched movies with this girl. She'd watched horror movies. She'd watched horror movies and enjoyed them. With this girl? This girl she hardly knew now?

"Maybe."

Y/N nodded.

"I've been busy lately." Tara pushed a cooked carrot into her napkin. She didn't like those.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Tara, you've been sitting on your ass for the past week-"

Tara suddenly stood up. "I'm finished. I'm going to go wash the dishes." She took Sam and Y/N's plates and left without another word.

Tara knew they'd talk the moment she left. She hovered at the door, running the sink in the background so they'd think she was cleaning. Maybe they'd mention the big thing tonight. Maybe they'd say something that would finally help her understand her past.

"I'm sorry she's being an ass." Sam's voice was muffled through the kitchen door.

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting a heartwarming welcome. I mean, come on, I'm practically a stranger to her. And it's hard on her too, Sam. Remember she's struggling too."

Tara would have felt mad if anyone else had said this, as if they pitied her and felt sorry for her state of mind. But hearing those words, those words in Y/N's sweet voice...felt like reassurance that someone understand how she'd been struggling.

"I know...I'm trying to get her to...connect. Y'know? Re-enforce those bonds...god, you two were like peas in a pod. I can't imagine how long it'll take for that to be back, especially with her new...attitude." Sam sounded empathetic, but there was still a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not expecting it to just click again...but I can wait. I'm assuming you haven't told her?" Y/N asked.

Tara could feel her heart beat a little faster. Was this it? Was she about to learn what this secret was that everyone seemed so desperate to avoid?

"No. I don't feel like it's the right time. I mean, you see the way she is. Putting that much more pressure on her is bound to do no good."

"You have to tell her at some point." Y/N said. "You and her would both prefer you telling her rather then her randomly learning one day, or even worse, getting a flash of memory from it. The doctor did say those happen, especially with traumatic experiences, at least in her case."

"I don't feel like now is the right time."

"Soon, Sam. Please. The girl deserves to know. This is important."

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I'm a slut for comments people.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter

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elinoracia · 1 year

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🐍 Your voice // Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader fanfic🐍

Warnings: Jealousy, pure fluff, a kiss, not proofread. Total of words: 1.9k

Important informations: - All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more; 7th year. - Y/N = your name - My first language isn't english, sorry in advance.

Context: After 5th year, your friendship with Sebastian was not the same. You reconciled your relationship at the end of 6th year but, in the meantime, you got closer to Ominis who never gave up on you. He was always there for you when you needed to talk about anything. It seems like Ominis has a soft spot for you. Even during 5th year, he always seemed to be on your side and you could convince him pretty easily. Now that you and Ominis are finally friends again with Sebastian, his demeanor has changed around you.

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You were walking with Ominis to your first class of the day. As you were walking, you were asking yourself many things about Ominis. You never truly realized it before but... how could he know if you were attractive or not? Would it bother him if you were ugly? It seemed silly to ask him those kind of things but you felt a wave of curiosity taking over your brain.

Y/N: Ominis? Can I ask you something? *you look at him, curious to know his answer to your questions* Ominis: *He turns to face her, his expression curious* What is the question, Y/N? You know I'll always listen. Y/N: Well...how would you know...a girl is attractive? *you frown* Would you like...try to feel her face or something? *you chuckle at your silly idea* Ominis: *He chuckles* I'm surprised you are able to ask yourself such silly questions this early in the morning. Usually, you don't say much thoughtful things until our second class. *he seemed amused by your thoughts* Y/N: Now you're just being rude. *you giggle at his teasing* But really, how? *you stare at him intensely, waiting for his answer* Ominis: Well, that isn't how blindness works. When you take away someone's eyesight, their other senses strengthen and allow them to navigate the world in new ways. So... I might not have the benefit of your sight, but I have better hearing, a keener sense of touch... and a better sense of smell than most. I find beauty in a woman's perfume, but also in the way she talks, in the sound of a laugh when she's happy, or her smile when she's amused. Y/N: *you look at him, lost in your own thoughts* I think I understand… *the question to ask him if he finds you attractive burns your lips* it's…it's really romantic in a way, don't you think? Ominis: I'm guessing it can be considered romantic, indeed.

You both arrive in your first class of the day and, as the class begins, you can't seem to focus on anything else. Ominis seemed to have become aware of your unusual lack of concentration. After you first class, he came to you to figure out what was wrong.

Ominis: You looked unfocused during our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's unusual for you to not pay any attention. Is everything alright? *he looked rather worried* Y/N: Oh, really? *you look away to avoid his gaze, even if he can't see you* Well...I was wondering something. I know it might sound really silly but... *you take a deep breath before blurting out the question that was troubling you* Do you...find me attractive? *you could hear the shakiness in your voice* Ominis: Is that the reason why your mind seemed elsewhere? *he chuckles at your question* Well... *he pauses to think for a moment* I would be lying if I said I didn't find the way you speak adorable. You have a unique cadence, a certain kindness and warmth about you, when you talk. I find the prospect of touching your face, your hair, your hands, a rather tempting one. *he said with a teasing tone to his voice* Y/N: *for once, you were glad Ominis couldn't see you because you felt your cheeks burning up* I-I see... *you didn't know what to answer, you just sighed and smiled* Ominis: Is that not the answer you were hoping for? Y/N: What? Oh don't worry, you answered perfectly! *you looked away, embarrassed and blushing* My next class is with Sebastian, I should go join him for herbology! I'll see you later.

You didn't let Ominis respond and you hurried to the Greenhouses. Sebastian was waiting for you next to the classroom. He greeted you and you tried this time to focus on the class Professor Garlick was teaching. But you kept wondering why Ominis seemed so distant when you were trying to hint your feelings for him. Does he just not like you that way?

After class, you tried to talk to Sebastian about it. You both had an hour before your next class started so you took the opportunity to talk to him about Ominis. Sebastian was already aware of your feelings towards Ominis but you made him swear to never talk about it to anyone else.

As you're talking about it to your best friend, he doesn't seem to give you the answers you were hoping for.

Y/N: Sebby come on! You must know something! *you beg him to tell you how Ominis really feels about you* Sebastian: Sorry but I really don't know. He doesn't talk much about his feelings to me. *he puts his hand on your shoulder to comfort you* Don't worry sweetheart, you just have to be yourself and be more obvious about it. He's a man and he's also blind so, you didn't pick the easiest person to fall in love with. *he laughs* Y/N: *you laugh* How could I be more obvious? Should I just say- *you take Sebastian's hands in yours to pretend you're talking to Ominis* Oh how I love you, please love me back! *you say dramatically, imagining in a theatrical and exaggerated way how you should announce your feelings to Ominis* Sebastian: Now you're just being a dork. *he laughs at your theatrics, his hands still in yours*

Suddenly, you feel a presence next to you. When Sebastian noticed, he let go of your hands quickly and cleared his throat. You also looked who was interrupting your conversation.

Ominis: I apologize, am I interrupting something? *he asked with a emotionless face* Y/N: *you panick at the idea of what the situation with Sebastian might have looked like* N-No! Not at all! We were...We were just talking about something that happened during herbology! Right Sebastian? Sebastian: Y-Yes! *he follows your idea without hesitation* Ominis: Anyway, I was here to talk to you Y/N. I realized that I might have been too forward when you asked me if I found you attractive. A compliment is one thing, but I realize now that I may have overstepped. Y/N: *you look at him, you feel your heart shatters in your chest. Why couldn't he just understand how you felt?* Oh...Don't worry, you weren't too forward. Thank you for your concerns though. Sebastian: *he looks at you with a worried look on his face. He knows exactly how this made you feel. He then turns to Ominis* Maybe she was just flustered by your compliment! *he chuckles, trying to make you feel better* It's not everyday a pretty lady asks you to tell her what you think about her. *he smirks and looks back at you with a comforting look on his face* Ominis: *he frowned at Sebastian's comment, he looked a little mad* Maybe you should give your "pretty lady" more compliments yourself. *he then looked away, almost shocked by what he just said* Anyway, I have to attend my next class. Have a good day.

You and Sebastian looked at eachother as you were standing there, in disbelief. As Ominis left, you almost felt guilty. Maybe you said something wrong. Why was he suddenly so angry?

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You spent the rest of the day thinking about what happened with Ominis and Sebastian earlier. You haven't seen him at lunch, where you usually eat with him.

You then spotted him in a hallway. He was alone. You hurried to try and talk to him. You had to apologize.

Y/N: Hi Ominis... *you said with hesitation* Can we talk? I really don't like when you're mad at me... *you could hear the pain in your voice* Ominis: Y/N... *he seems hesitant to speak* I am not mad at you. Please don't think you did something wrong. Y/N: Then why did you ignore me all day? Why are you acting like that? Why did you get mad at Sebastian? *you looked at him, confused* Ominis: *he pauses to think* I just needed time to think. I needed to be alone for a short while. I don't...I don't feel like myself those last few days. *he takes a deep breath* But don't worry, I'm happy for you and Sebastian.

You froze. You couldn't even breathe for a moment. You made him think you were in love with Sebastian. And when he interrupted your conversation with him, he thought you were probably confessing to him.

Y/N: Me and Sebastian? *you asked, shocked* We are just friends! He's...he's just my best friend. What you might have heard was a complete misunderstanding! *you couldn't believe he was thinking you liked Sebastian that way. This just made your situation worse* You have to believe me! Ominis: *he frowns, not understanding the situation* I don't think I understand. Are you not in love with him? Y/N: With Sebastian? Not at all! He's really just my best friend, nothing more! *you look at him, hoping he would understand* Ominis: Then I just misinterpreted your intentions about him. I'm sorry Y/N. *he said calmly* Y/N: So, why are you so distant with me? *you asked, worried* Ominis: *he hears your shaky voice and then puts his hand on the top of your head in a comforting way* I'm terribly sorry if I made you upset. I was simply trying to not come between you and Sebastian. I did not want to say or do something inapropriate because- *he pauses, questionning if he should continue talking* Y/N: Because what? *you look at him, your heart is racing. You should tell him how you feel about him right now* I...I don't like Sebastian. I like you. I was just asking him about you. Ominis: *he froze, not knowing what to say* Y/N...You really made my heart race when you asked me if I found you attractive. I tried my best to not...let my heart speak for me. But I was afraid your heart was already taken. *he takes your hand and pulls you closer* I could follow your voice for the rest of my life. Sometimes I need more than your voice... You have to most angelic presence I've ever felt. Knowing you were probably in love with Sebastian hurt too much, that's why I was being distant. But I like you too. I love you. I always have. Y/N: *you look at him, blushing with a huge smile on your face* I can give you more... *you cups his cheeks with your hands and kiss him. He returns your kiss passionately, like he was hungry for more* Ominis: *he gently pulls away from the kiss* I've never wanted to see you more than I do now... Y/N: Well, my offer still stands. *you chuckles* You can feel my face if you want! *you say proudly* Ominis: Now you're being silly again. *he chuckles*

The End

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x oc #ominis x y/n

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 5

Warnings: SMUT!! MDNI or if you're uncomfortable! Profanity!! Swearing!! Ferran and Martin (based on the reactions I think they deserve their own warning)!!

Word Count: 11.2K (fun fact! If you've read the whole story, you've read 46 pages!)

A/N: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT THERE'S A LOT I WANTED TO INCLUDE IN THIS PART (AS YOU CAN TELL BY THE WORD COUNT)

[Incoming Facetime call from: Gavi]

"Gavi, you're going to have to learn to live without seeing my face 24/7. I don't want you experiencing withdrawal symptoms while I sleep."

"I just had a question about- is that a jar of pickles?"

"Yes. I felt like having a snack."

"You're disgusting."

"Listen, I brought several things back from university life in America, and a pickle addiction was one of them. Let me have little joys in life. What did you call me for? Besides to shame me for my midnight guilty pleasures?"

This was the 7th time in two weeks that Gavi had Facetimed you at odd hours. After your little heart-to-heart while drunk in the club, and him covering for you at work the next morning, he caved into the impulsive thoughts and called you, wanting to make sure you were okay.

"Gavi it's 10pm. If you want me to help you hide a body, call me during working hours."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding at the sound of your voice. You were okay. Like actually okay. All of the distress in your voice, the shakiness, the panic - it had all disappeared. You were back to your cool self, and it filled him with a warm and gooey sense of relief. He kept you on the phone for about 10 minutes before his internal monologue told him it was enough, and he went to bed with a strange tightness in his chest.

For the first three weeks, it had been strictly texts and phone calls. Gavi was still sending you his daily little updates, some relevant, most not.

[Gavi]: Compression socks are really tight on my shins. Feels like they're cutting off my blood flow.

[Gavi]: pedri keeps telling me to eat bananas to help with my back cramps. Fact or cap?

[Gavi]: saw someone on tiktok make a Joao Felix thirst trap. Anything you want to confess?

This texting remained constant, and then he supplemented with phone calls. After the check-up call, he had to find new excuses to call you. He started scheduling his early-morning sessions over the phone instead of over text, asking about your life in the meantime. He started "forgetting" things in your office, calling to tell you he would be there before practice to pick them up. It hadn't annoyed you, per se, but confused you. Why was Gavi so comfortable calling you and just talking about random things on the phone? Initially, you had joked with him to stop calling you so frequently.

"Gavi, personal number. Personal. You should keep all work related stuff to emails only. I don't get paid to listen to you ramble about Game of Thrones."

"I know you well enough by now to know that if you didn't want to hear my voice, you would hang up."

He wasn't exactly wrong. You were not one to shy away from hanging up in someone's face if you were irritated (you had done it to Ferran the one time he called you from Gavi's phone). You also didn't really have anyone else to talk to. Angelika, despite acting unemployed, worked for a design house in the city, and her designs had been approved as part of the new line. She now spent every waking moment working on the spring/summer collection that needed to be shown in February. She had even stopped bugging you to go to the club. The only times you heard from her were when she sent "Hey I'm alive just busy" texts, or on the weekends when she begged you to drive her to the far fabric stores. There weren't many other people that you wanted to talk to. Your friends in the US were several hours behind. Your friends in Barcelona were kind of exhausting, and not who you wanted to hear from after a long day of work. And Martin?

Martin was ... interesting. You definitely liked being with him in person. Your dinners were romantic. Martin always picked you up and took you to the nicest restaurant, allowing you to order the expensive plates that would actually make you full. He always complimented your dress and your eyes and the way you looked despite having a long day at work. He was a theoretical great boyfriend. You liked going out with him every 3-4 days. You liked getting good morning and good night texts and the hot pre-game selfies whenever you checked your phone between shifts at work. But in those late nights when you were bored and lonely, and your TV shows were all boring you, Martin was not the first person you thought of calling.

While he was great over dinner, he wasn't the most entertaining or comforting presence. He had a habit of downplaying a lot of the things you were feeling or going through.

"Baby, people make sexual comments all the time. Just look at how people on Twitter talk about the players. You should be more flattered than anything that he complimented your ass."

That was the last time you ever called him after a long and tiring day of work. Your text messages were filled with only pleasant conversations. A good goal he scored in practice. Praise you received from the rest of the medical staff for your progress. Never your frustration with your job or your life or the sad boring things that regular, not famous not football players went through.

"It's like 7pm this is not a midnight snack."

The sound of Gavi's voice brought you back from your abstract thoughts. You looked at his face lit up on the screen. His hair was a little wild and still slightly damp from his shower. He was in a white t-shirt that hugged his shoulders. He placed his phone down so that he could show you his complaint.

"Remember how we were talking about my knee and thigh tightness? I've been trying to work out the muscle for a while but it's not helping."

He moved back from the camera, letting his black gym shorts and legs come in to the frame. He lifted his left short leg, showing off the pronounced muscles in his thigh. You brought the phone a little closer to your face, focusing on his leg. He flexed the muscle, and you swallowed hard. You had seen some of the best legs in football laying in front of you - so why was Gavi's slightly blurry form on FaceTime overwhelming you?

"Have you been doing the routine I gave you to improve blood flow? It looks like you haven't."

"It's hard to do! I tried multiple times and I'm just in pain every time. We just have a match tomorrow and like it's kind of uncomfortable. It's fine I can just play through it if you don't have any other recommendations."

This made you sit up. If there was one thing that would get both of you in deep shit, it was Gavi playing through a known and documented discomfort.

"You're not going to do that. If you get injured during the match then I-"

"Awe doctora, you're concerned about me getting injured?"

He got up close to the camera, smiling cheekily and feigning shyness. You rolled your eyes.

"If you get injured in the match I will get in trouble because your muscle tightness is in your file. So you have two options: do the blood flow massage I told you to, or I need to email Xavi now and tell him you should be playing a maximum of 60 minutes in tomorrow's match."

This statement made Gavi sober up, looking instantly more serious.

"We're not telling Mister Xavi anything. I actually don't know how to do the blood flow stuff without feeling like I'm peeling off my own skin."

"Would it kill you not to play all 90 minutes tomorrow?"

"Yes." There was not one indication, neither in his tone or on his face, that he was kidding. Gavi's love for football was evident, but it was deeper than most people saw. Barca wasn't just his club - it was the air he breathed, the blood in his veins. It was his family, his brotherhood since he was a child. It was the greatest love he had ever experienced, and he was honestly willing to lay his life down if it meant making Mister and the boys proud. He would die for this club.

"You know what doctora? You can just do it for me tomorrow morning before the match."

"You can't play right after we literally batter your muscles to increase blood flow. You have to do it within the next few hours to have enough time to rest. I wish you told me this morning, I could have..." Your sentence trailed as you looked at your front door. Your car keys were sitting in the dish. You had been thinking about going out to get some dinner, too tired to wait for chicken to defrost.

"Hello? Can you focus on the crisis at hand instead of daydreaming?"

"What if I came over and did it for you now?"

Gavi's eyes got wide and he stared at his screen. He was trying to process the information that had just slithered into his brain. You? At his house? At night? Alone???

"Wait." He said, and then hung up the call. You looked at your screen in confusion.

He stabilized his hands enough to find the contact.

*Calling: ~banana king pepi~ *

"Pick up pick up pick up pick up-"

"Hello?"

"Help. Me."

Pedri paused his game, much to the dismay of his brother, who was about to score a virtual goal.

"Pablo I know you didn't go to regular school, but you should know that in an emergency you should call the police."

"Y/n asked to come to my house."

Pedri bit back a laugh, removing the controller from his lap and putting the call on speaker so Fernando could be a part of the drama.

"You finally confessed that you're in love with her and want to kick her boyfriend's teeth in?"

"I'm not in love with her, we're just friends. That second part you might be right about." Gavi summarized your reasons for coming over quickly, asking Pedri for some sage advice while he and Fer raised their eyebrows at each other in amusement.

"As long as you have condoms, invite her over Hermano."

"I don't like her like that."

"Then why are you nervous about her coming to your place?" That was a good question. He didn't know why the idea of seeing you outside of work put all his internal systems on high alert, but it did. His hands were sweating at the prospect of opening the door and seeing you standing there in something other than scrubs.

"I'm not. I'm just going to tell her to come over. No need to make a big deal about it."

"Have fun Pablito." Fernando chimed in. Gavi scoffed and hung up. He called you once again.

"Where did you go?"

"Pedri called me to make sure we were going to the stadium together tomorrow. So, are you going to come here?"

"You never gave me an address. Or a yes for that matter." You laughed out. Your heart beat began to pick up. Did Gavi not want you at his place? Did he have another girl there? 'Why would he be calling you if another girl was there?' I don't know, brain, men are weird.

"Oh. Yeah. Yes. To coming over. I want you to. I'll text you the address right now." Something in your chest tightened at this statement. Your phone dinged, and you looked at the address Gavi had sent you.

"Cool. I'll be there in 20."

The drive to Gavi's place was calm. Old One Direction played over your car's aging speakers. The chilly night air came through the rolled down windows, winter finally making its first appearances in the middle of November. As you got closer to your destination, the surroundings started to look familiar.

Gavi was looking at the street from the window of his bedroom. In his La Masia shirt and black shorts, he had perched for all 18 minutes that it took you to drive over, right after he tidied the house. He didn't want you to think he was a teenage slob. If Gavi really thought about it, he would have admitted: all he wanted was for you to respect him - see him as a man. Someone put together and capable.

You parked at the bottom of his building, texting that you had arrived. He tried not to, but he ran down the whole staircase, swinging the door open before you had gotten out of the car.

"Hey. You know you live like walking distance from Martin?" You said, approaching the front door. Gavi's face soured at this news. He was never subtle about his distaste for Martin. After that night at the club, he had made it very obvious that he thought you should break up with Martin, or at least give him a stern talking to for leaving you to stumble around drunk and alone - especially since he was the one forcing drinks on you.

"Wonderful. I'll make sure to go and give him a nice neighborly gift."

"Like what? A black eye?"

"I was just thinking of pissing in his bushes but now that you mention it I really do think "bruised" is a good look on him..." He lifted his hand to his chin to look like he was thinking. You shoved him off balance, walking towards the door.

"Lets go, Gavi. I get cranky if I don't get all my beauty sleep."

He walked into the house first, holding the door open for you. You were honestly impressed: the place did not look like a teenager's house. The bottom floor was a spacious living room and dining room, with the kitchen connected by a low wall. The tan walls had vintage Barca and Spain National Team posters hung on them. There was a large TV mounted on the wall, a PS5 placed on the shelf beneath it, a pile of games stacked high. His couch was a long L shape. black leather wrapping around a black coffee table.

"You have a Barca coffee table book?" You asked, giggling slightly as you picked up the massive picture book.

"I've been with the club since I was like 11. Everything I own I have it in Barca colors."

You looked over at the stairs and the soft glow from the top of them. Something in you was dying to know what Gavi's bedroom looked like. How many hoodies he owned, what color his sheets were, how many pillows he slept on...

You shook yourself from this line of thinking. Despite the two of you getting closer and friendlier, Gavi was still technically just your coworker. You shouldn't want to know all these things about him.

"Ok where is the stone I gave you?" You put your hand out expectantly, and he dropped the black massage gua sha in it. Gavi moved to lay on the couch, mimicking what he would do in your office.

"Before you sit down, what have you been using as lubricant?"

He snapped his head at you, cheeks and the tips of his ears turning pink.

"I, I, um, lub- why do you need to know what kind of lubricant I use? That's a really personal question?"

You stared at him in confusion, wondering why he had gotten shy and stuttery at the question.

"So I can use that lubricant on you now?" He stood up, swallowing hard. He took several deep breaths before saying:

"y/n, I didn't invite you here to do anything sexual. If this is a joke that Pedri asked you to play it's-"

"Pablo you brainless bitch. I meant what have you been using as massage lubricant, because you're not supposed to scrape the stone across your dry skin."

You both stared at each other for a long moment. You had one brow raised, smirk playing on your lips. You were holding back a laugh at the thought: Gavi was thinking you wanted to know what he used to jerk off. Or sleep with someone. That second thought made you slightly nauseous. Gavi's eyes were wide, his mouth still open in shock. You had the courage to speak first.

"I see that the reason you have been feeling pain is because you have been giving yourself microabruises. Go get some oil or lotion so I can do this for you, and I expect my gas money in full tomorrow on my desk."

"Can you, uh, turn around?"

"Why?"

"I don't... I don't want you seeing where I got the lotion from."

"See now Pablo, if you had just gone upstairs, I would have thought it was from the cabinet or the bathroom. But since you've made it weird, you've confirmed that it's from your bedside table. Just go before you make this situation more sexually awkward."

“No but I-“

You held up one finger to your lips to silence him, then pointed in the direction of the stairs. He shuffled past you awkwardly and then took off, taking the stairs two at a time. You laughed to yourself. It was always funny seeing glimpses of innocence and youth in Gavi, especially since he was always pushing himself to act older and more mature.

Pablo was not having a good time. He ran to his bathroom to splash cold water on his now violently blushing face. He thought you would be able to see the mess of clothes in his bedroom if he opened the door. Now the conversation had shifted into an oddly sexual realm, and he didn’t know how to deal. The idea of sex didn’t usually embarrass him - it bothered him when the guys would talk about nothing else, but he thought he had finally reached a level of maturity where he could say “pussy” and not giggle. So why was he so damn shy right now? Why was he embarrassed to his core that you had mentioned him jerking off?

Pablo would describe his masturbatory habits as efficient. Once he and his teammates at La Masía turned 14, the medical staff had all sat them down for “the talk”. Obviously there was the parental stuff about safe sex and all that, but from a sports aspect he knew: sexual frustration is bad for performance. So a couple nights a week he would rub one out hoping to ensure optimal performance. Lately, however, he has lessened his “alone time” significantly. Since Ferran had shown him that picture of you, since he started daydreaming about holding your hand, the feel of your skin, he was borderline afraid to jerk off. He didn’t want to see your face. Coming to terms with the fact that he liked your company was already too overwhelming. Pablo was convinced this was a waiting game: you were just new and exciting. Eventually he would see another picture of another girl, and you would go back to “that one girl physio”, and he could jerk in peace.

He came back downstairs, sheepishly handing you a tube of lotion, and then quickly laying on the couch, hoping to avoid your line of sight.

“Lotion for Men? Gavi, you know that your skin won’t melt off it the product doesn’t say ‘for men’ right?”

“We had a media intern last year that saw a tube of strawberry chapstick in my bag, and she sent the picture to 3 or 4 gossip instagram pages, saying ‘look! Stuff for women! Gavi has a girlfriend!’ So now I only use stuff that can’t be mistaken as something for my nonexistent girlfriend.”

“What if they think you have a boyfriend instead?”

“That might be ideal actually. Then maybe I could go home without being mobbed.”

You smiled at Gavi, who was now more relaxed and far less red. His arms were crossed behind his head, legs stretched out and shorts rolled up slightly so you could access the upper parts of his thighs. You placed some lotion on his legs and began rubbing it in.

“Wow. Does the rest of the team know you offer private massage services?” He asked, resting his head and looking up at the ceiling.

“Obviously not. You think Ferran would ever leave me alone if he knew this was an option?”

Gavi laughed loudly at this. Watching you reject and diss Ferran on an almost daily basis was the highlight of training. Sometimes your responses were so creative that he would run to write them down before the end of the break. His personal favorite was when Ferran asked when you two were finally going to go on a date, and you replied with ‘After my lobotomy next week so my brain is immune to mind numbing conversation with you’.

But as he looked down at you, Pablo noticed that your face was twisted in distain. You began moving the stone around his thighs, working in sweeping downward motions. The frown lines etched hard into your skin, eyes narrowed in concentration and slight disgust.

“Does Ferran make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“So the answer is yes he does.” Gavi’s voice was lowering with genuine concern. He and the team, the coaches, and even the rest of the physical staff only really laughed at or brushed off your daily interactions with the player. He hadn’t realized how deeply the comments were bothering you. But now it was evident as you swallowed and started working his thigh a little harder.

“I don’t want to speak ill of your friend.”

“If he’s bothering you, you should have told me. Or someone else on the team. We could have made him stop.”

“But why wasn’t me telling him I didn’t like it enough to make him stop?”

You pressed harder into Gavi now, stone running alone the muscles in his calf. You should have been using a lighter hand, but emotion you had been suppressing for months was all bubbling to the surface.

“You’re going kind of hard on my leg…”

“Why does it have to be you or Xavi or Dr. Gonzalez? Why do my words hold so little weight? So little value?”

“Okay this is painful now-“

“Why does it have to be one of you to say ‘hey, you shouldn’t make sexual remarks to someone on staff’? You think he tells anyone else their ass looks good in scrubs? Or that he’s glad their office has a door with a lock? No. It’s just me. Because I’m a girl he can talk about fucking me in broad daylight around the whole squad, and I have to shut up and keep him happy or I lose my job. It’s just so-“

“Ay fuck y/n!” Gavi yelled out, grabbing your wrist and tugging it forcefully to get you to stop your abuse on his leg. You grabbed his other thigh with your free hand, digging your fingers into the flesh. He looked you in the eyes, and finally noticed the tears starting to form.

“I know how you feel.”

"No you fucking don't, Pablo!" You yelled back, hand digging into his thigh, the other still in his grasp. This is when the first tear finally fell. I had been weighing on you for weeks - the slow realization that you were never going to respected in the way you deserved. A part of you knew that Martin was contributing to this burden as well. The arch of his brow when you talked about sports medicine terms, the mocking smile that played on his lips. The way he had adopted Ferran's disgusting little pet name of 'nurse'. You were disintegrating from the inside, and knowing that the others thought it was a joke, that Pablo thought it was a joke, was the final straw.

Gavi could do nothing but stare. His eyes softened, taking in your slumped form. It was like watching Hercules fall to his knees. Like watch the stars were falling from the sky and hitting the Earth in a fiery blaze. Watching you, who was normally so cool, so confident, so self assured, shake with silent tears was breaking something in Gavi. The way you said his name made his heart physically ache. You rarely diverted from his nickname to use his first name. 'When you did, it usually indicated a serious tone 'Pablo' meant there was something serious, something heavy. Now that heaviness was against your throat, suffocating you, and you were tired of carrying it.

Gavi stopped thinking. He acted on impulse only. He tugged the wrist that was in his hand, pulling you in. Your head met with his hard chest, and you felt one arm circle your shoulder. You remained like this for a long moment: up against Gavi, his arm pressing you into his chest, his shirt soaking up the wetness on your cheeks.

"'m sorry. I wont let him talk to you that way anymore."

You composed yourself, pushing yourself off Gavi and wiping your eyes. You looked away, embarrassed that you'd made him comfort you - that you'd broken down in front of him.

"It's okay. I can deal with Ferran."

"But you shouldn't have to."

"It's not your job to protect me, Pablo."

You finished the rest of your job in silence. Your fingers moved expertly around his skin, working out the muscle and pressing into his flesh, a soft gasp or hiss from Gavi being the only sound to fill the room. Your anger was irrational, but you couldn't quell it. You had gotten this far in life without the protection or defense of anyone, and you weren't prepared to be coddled now. You finished quickly, wiping your hands on your pant legs and moving to grab your bag.

"I'm going to go now. Get some sleep for tomorrow's match against Betis. Good night." You tried to walk past Gavi without looking up, but he blocked your path.

"You're in my way."

"You're not leaving while you're upset."

"You want me to stop being upset? Stop pretending you give a shit about my feelings. You want to look like a man? Telling off Ferran so people think you're a good person?" You shoved past Gavi once again, and once again he moved in front of you, blocking the door completely.

"Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I'll let you disrespect me in my own house. I'm not pretending to give a shit. I do give about your comfort and your feelings because last I check, we're friends. I've been waiting to break Ferran's shins for weeks, I've just been waiting for you to say so."

"You think it would make me feel better for you to hurt a teammate? Could you be any more juvenile?"

Gavi took a step towards you, arms crossed over his chest, breathing more heavy. He looked you straight in the eye, not allowing you to break from the gaze.

"You can yell at me all you want. You can be angry at the fact that I care about you. You can punch me," he hit on his chest, "right here if you want to. But I am not a child. Don't refer to me as one. So you can go an be upset and pretend that everything I do is selfish, but you know deep down that no matter how much you push me away, I'm looking out for your best interest." He opened the door and stepped aside.

"Drive safely, doctora."

You walked to your car, turning to gaze at Gavi, who leaned against the door frame, watching you intently. You were the most confusing person he had ever met. You were stubborn and easily irritated. You refused to accept help. You were fucking frustrating. But as he watched you walk to your car, something warm filled his body. He didn't want you to leave. He wanted to rush after you, pull you into his chest again, and take you upstairs. He wanted you to see the mess in his bedroom. He wanted you to lay on the couch. And the drive didn't feel like you were going home. It felt like you had left something important behind.

The next morning you were up before your alarm. You couldn't find sleep or peace. Your words to Gavi had eaten you alive all through the night. You knew you had been too harsh, projected too far onto him, but you hadn't been thinking straight. It hurt differently to think that he was laughing at your expense. The guilt followed you around all morning as you prepared yourself for the match. You slicked back your hair, pulling it away from your face, and dressed in the slacks and pullover that all the field medics were regulated to wear. But as you sipped your lukewarm coffee, the guilt still sat in your stomach, swirling and festering and making you nauseous. So you swallowed your pride with your last sip of coffee and pressed the call button.

"Uh, hello? Am I late?" Gavi's voice asked, raspy and dripping with the remnants of sleep. He sounded like a child who was woken up for school.

"Oh no, you're not late. I'm up early... couldn't sleep."

"Why not?" Gavi was now fully awake after processing that you had called him. His heartrate elevated slowly, the sound of your voice helping the tiredness slip away from his very being.

"I... I feel guilty about yesterday. I shouldn't have taken out all my anger on you and your thigh tissue. I really appreciate you looking out for me. I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

Gavi was leaning against his sink, swaying back and forth and smiling stupidly. You were thinking about him. You appreciated him. It made him swell with pride. He listened intently to the rest of your apology, hypnotized by the sound of your voice.

"There's no need to apologize doctora. I understand that you were upset."

"But I still feel bad. I was.. pretty mean to you yesterday. I want to make sure that you're not still upset with me."

Gavi looked into the mirror, smiling and dancing at your response.

"If you really want to make it up to me, I would like to cash in my favor."

You were in the process of grabbing your keys when you paused, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"Favor? I don't remember owing you any favors."

"La doctora, you don't remember? Let me refresh your memory. You go home drunk and don't set an alarm. I come up with a wonderful and convincing excuse for Dr. G so that you don't get in trouble. You owe me, and I quote, anything I want. Ring any bells?"

You scrunched your face and groaned in distain. You remembered rather vividly now the promise you had made.

"Alright Gavi, hit me with it. I can take it. How am I repaying you saving my job?" You heard a low chuckle from the other side of the line.

"You'll be driving me home from the stadium starting today until we break for Christmas."

"What?!"

"You'll be driving me home. Pedri is working with Adidas for several campaigns over the next month, and it'll be a pain getting home after practice. Since you know the way now, you can get there easily. And hey, you can even visit Martin afterwards."

You started your car, thinking about the ask. It was on your way home anyways to drive by Gavi's neighborhood. And it would probably make you both even after your missteps.

"Fine. We will discuss further in the stadium when I see you. Go go, prep for the match. I want us to win today."

"We are going to win for sure. Give us a harder goal."

"Don't be arrogant Gavi. See you at noon."

Matchday at the camp was always extremely hectic, but especially for the medical staff. Meetings started at 9am despite the game not beginning until 3pm. All the equipment had to be approved by La Liga through inspection. Your wardrobe was inspected as well, and once again you were told off for not removing your rings. You pulled them off your fingers begrudgingly, hearing once again the lecture about rings tearing gloves. You were already over the match by the time the players started to arrive.

You made your way to the locker room to do some checks on players with pre-listed discomforts, making suggestions to prevent injury during the game. You were greeted warmly by the players as you pulled out your clipboard and pen. You made your way around, telling certain players to wear compression socks, and instructing others to stretch in certain ways. You made your way over to Pedri and Gavi, pulling out your notes.

"Pedri, how is that right thigh?"

"Amazing, y/n. I've been using resistance bands nightly like you instructed. I feel as flexible as playdoh."

"Always great to hear. Also congrats about the expanded Adidas contract." Pedri lifted his shirt over his head and looked at you somewhat confused.

"Ah thank you but... which contract specifically?"

Gavi's eyes were wide in panic. He had forgotten to fill in Pedri about his little white lie. It was true that Pedri had some filming with Adidas, but it would take about 3 days max. There was no reason that Gavi could pinpoint that would make him lie to get you to drive him home for 4 weeks. But he did it anyways, and now he needed to make sure it didn't collapse because of a lapse in communication.

"Gavi told me you'd be filming with Adidas, so I'll be driving him home until the Christmas break."

Pedri shot a look to the younger boy, one eyebrow arched, and found the expression of desperation on his face. The smile crept onto Pedri's face, proud of his friend for finally making some sort of move with you, even if he was yet to admit it was made because of the crush he was harboring.

"Oh that's right! They have us filming a lot of content at night to show off the color of these new boots, so it's really helpful that you'll be taking little Gavi home."

The sigh of relief was almost a little too loud. Gavi would fill Pedri in later, but for now, he was glad that he hadn't been caught in the lie.

"Anytime. Now onto little Gavi himself - how is the thigh tension?" You worked on Gavi, evaluating his physical form.

"I didn't know the nurse was making house visits today!"

Your jaw clenched and eye twitched at the sound of Ferran's voice. You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, and continued to check for signs of bruising and distress, crouched close to the ground to inspect Gavi's thighs.

"Wow Pablito, got her on her knees for you? You'll have to tell me the secret."

"Ferran, you couldn't get a dog to love you if you were covered in bacon. Be quiet and get changed so you can sit on the bench for 90 minutes."

You looked up at Gavi, shocked at his response. You squeezed his thigh, causing him to meet your concerned gaze.

"Gavi, tell me to shut up again and you'll be preparing for a prolonged hospital stay."

"I'd like to see you fucking try, Torres." Gavi moved from his place, approaching Ferran, before a hand from Pedri gripped his shoulder. One of the assistant coaches noticed the argument and rushed over, eager to prevent his players from killing each other.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ferran looked at Gavi with disgust, and then turned his eyes to rest on your chest.

"I think y/n is creating an uncomfortable environment in the locker room. I'd prefer if she wasn't here." He said, smirk playing on his lips. Your face paled, the colors draining and nausea bubbling. The last thing you needed was a complaint from a player.

"She wasn't doing anything except looking at my leg. She didn't even speak." Gavi responded, voice high and a touch too loud to be respectful.

"y/n, it may be better if you leave for field inspection. Send in Antonio to continue current problem rounds."

You nodded and walked out of the locker room, feeling utterly embarrassed. All you ever wanted was to make a good impression and be respected, and it seemed that no one paid your wellbeing any mind. You bit back your feelings and went to find Antonio. Gavi was not as merciful.

"What mental deficiencies do you suffer from that would make you say that? What if she loses her job?"

"She won't lose her job. She'll get a warning because of player complaints, and then she'll come to me and do whatever I ask to get the complaint removed. Just want to watch her bend over that desk just once before they realize she's incompetent."

"Say nasty shit about y/n in front of me again and I'll kick your fucking teeth in."

Ferran wanted to laugh, but the sound died in his throat when he saw the look in Gavi's eyes. His eyes were angry, cold-blooded, and murderous.

"You wouldn't dare." He retorted, trying to regain some confidence by calling the bluff.

"We play football for a living. I can make it look like a fucking accident." With that, Gavi left the locker room, ready to be away from Ferran and his punchable face.

Normally, you loved being on the sidelines for matches. You got to watch all the action as it occurred, and you got hands-on experience with the Barca players and the visiting teams (maybe it was bad, but you prayed Joao would need medical attention when Atletico was at Camp Nou). You got to enjoy every aspect of your job, and feel like you had come a significant way in your journey. Normally. Today, you wish you were at home or in your office or anywhere but the sidelines. Word had gotten back to both the coaching staff and the rest of the team about the little disagreement in the locker room, and now all eyes were on you. Xavi gave you the normal courtesy head nod, but gave you specific instructions to stay away from the bench and the players. It was a mortifying experience, and you prayed this game would end quickly and painlessly.

Your wish was granted in the first half. The team was playing cohesively and relatively safely, with a couple fouls here and there but no injuries requiring any attention. Lewandowsky scored a goal in the 34th minute, putting the team in the lead 1-0 at the half (during which, you were asked not to be in the locker room or the tunnel). This only made you feel worse. Player complaint were the kiss of death for any aspiring professionals in sports. You get into a disagreement with a player? You're gone. Why? Because there are thousands of physios and photographers and water boys, but only onw left forward worth 48 million Euros.

In the second half, however, you did not get your wish. Areal collisions came one after the other, requiring you to rapidly check players for any sort of head trauma. In the 67th minute, Gavi assisted Pedri with an amazing goal from deep in the box. You jumped when you saw the ball hit the back of the net. Pedri did his signature goal celebrations, and after he pulled away, your eyes locked with Gavi. He raised his eyebrows at you and you returned the gesture, and then he resumed the aggressive attacking. At minute 70, you were contemplating packing your things. The intensity of the match had died down significantly. Barca were passively looking for a third goal, and were not as prone to injury. This all changed in minute 72, when the midfielder decided he hated Gavi. Dribbling with the ball, Gavi was trying to turn to give him more options to pass or dribble, but he was surrounded by three people. As he tried to break free, the Betis player's knee collided with Gavi's groin. Hard.

The sound of the collision and then the fall to the ground sounded like it was heard in the entirety of the stadium. Your jaw went slack and eyes went wide. Gavi was on the floor, unmoving. You didn't even think, using enough brain power to grab the medical bag at your side, and then sprinted across the field to Gavi. There was a crowd of players surrounding him now, creating a tight ring of people. You approached the group, placing your hands on the nearest person, and then shoving.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY! MEDIC! MOVE!"

You finally go the bodies to disperse, and laying there was Gavi, tears in his eyes and whimpering from pain. He had one arm slung over his face, and the other gripped his shirt in immense pain. When he saw you approach, he looked at you with pleading eyes, begging for anything that would stop the throbbing pain he was experiencing.

"Gavi, where did you get kneed exactly? Where is the most intense pain?" You asked, kneeling to the ground and pulling on your gloved.

"My... my dick. I got kneed in the dick and it feels like hell." He replied. He was in too much pain to be shy. His dick fucking hurt, and he wanted anything to soothe the pain as quickly as possible.

"Gavi, I'm going to touch you now, okay?" You asked, hand hovering over the area. He nodded, not fully processing what you were saying or what was happening. You placed your hand over his dick and his eyes shot open. You began to massage the area slightly, moving your hand around, trying to prevent receptors of pain from activating and working to increase blood flow to the area.

And increase blood flow you did. Gavi felt the blood begin to pool in his shorts, and now that the pain was subsiding the embarrassment was returning, he took in what was actually happening. You had one hand on his cock and balls, moving them around slowly, and one on his hip, making sure the area wasn't sensitive. You looked up at Gavi, who was still in somewhat intense pain.

"Here, give me your hand." You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to his injury.

"Keep moving your hand around where you got kneed, and we'll get you on the bench. I would give you ice but I don't think that's idea here. Can you walk alone?" Gavi nodded, and you and the medical staff cleared the field. Gavi walked to the bench himself, earning cheers and love from all the fans in the stadium. He sat on the bench, continuing to massage his bruised genitals, and trying to make his blush subside by the end of the match.

After a stunning 3-0 win, you were ready to go to bed and never wake up again. Your whole body ached, and you had gotten dizzy from the sun exposure mixed with the biting chill of late November. You were barely able to drag your body to the players area - which you still could not enter. You received an email on your phone saying that Dr. Gonzalez would speak to you personally regarding the player complaint. Just as you were ready to burst into tears, Gavi emerged from the locker room, Pedri trailing close behind.

"Enjoy the game today?" Pedri asked, pulling you out of your trance.

"Loved it. I just wish Gavi could stop running into people so I could have a better viewing experience."

Gavi took this as an opportunity to enter the discussion, groaning on about how the other teams bullied him and were extra tough on him as the three of you walked to the garage.

"See you tomorrow, Pedri." You waved, unlocking your car and climbing into the driver's seat. He waived at you, and approached Gavi to hug him goodbye. As he pulled the younger boy in he whispered in his ear.

"I don't know how you thought of this little lie, but now you're going to be alone with her every day for four weeks. Ready to admit that you like her?" Gavi let out a fake laugh, playfully slapping Pedri on the shoulder.

"I don't like her like that. I just want to relieve some burden off of you, Hermano."

"Mhm yeah I'm sure. Just try not to get hard watching her drive on your first ride home. Wait until day 4 or 5." With that, Pedri walked to his own car, getting ready to call Fernando and update him about the circus that was Pablo's love life, and enjoying only being mobbed by 1/2 the normal amount of fans.

Gavi walked to your car quickly, climbing in and tossing his bag in the back. He tried not to think about Pedri's words. He was perfectly capable of sitting next to you, his friend, without being aroused just because you were a girl. At least he hoped he was. He was not hunched over and thinking deeply. Why did he decide that this was the best way for you to repay him? It's not like Pedri had ever complained about chauffeuring him around. And it's not like he didn't enjoy rides home with Pedri, listening to Quevedo and making idle conversation. But lately he just wanted to be around you - make sure you were okay.

The ring of your phone broke Gavi's train of thought. You answered on your car's speaker.

"Hola Martin. How are you doing?"

The sound of Martin's voice twisted Gavi's intestines, making him nauseous and fatigued. He hated the sound of his voice, the thought of his face, the words that he strung together and decided to say to you.

"Hola sexy. How are you doing this evening?"

You rolled your eyes. You knew exactly why Martin had chosen to call at this time. You had texted him earlier in the day, asking if he would be home that evening so you could drop by. This had led to a brief inquisition, with Martin wondering why you wanted to see him suddenly, and why you would be in his neighborhood. Once he found out it was because you would be in a car with Gavi alone, something in his behavior switched. He suddenly wanted to be a doting boyfriend who called and checked up on you.

"I'm doing well. You're on speaker in the car. I'm driving Gavi home right now."

"Are you still coming over afterwards? I've missed you so bad." Martin whined out that last part in such an animated way that it made you want to laugh. You knew what he was doing. He wanted to assert his dominance over Gavi, and make it think that you were going to swiftly go get railed by Martin right after you delivered Gavi at his doorstep. the truth was, despite dating Martin for several months now, you two had yet to go all the way. There had of course been kissing and some heavy petting, but no articles of clothing had never his the floor.

"I'll see how I'm feeling after Gavi leaves and call you then. Bye Martin." You said quickly, hanging up the call once you took a quick look at the disgusted look Gavi had plastered on.

"I'd mock you if I didn't think I would throw up." He said, trying to be lighthearted but failing. You didn't reply, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had to listen to your boyfriend's weak attempts to prove his manliness.

"No it's okay, go ahead and mock my boyfriend who moans on the phone when other people can hear." Your laugh was also stiff and forced. The call had made the air thicker and the mood more tense. You handed Gavi the phone, instructing him to play some music so that you weren't sat in the awkward silence that Martin seemed to always create between the two of you.

"This is a lot of pressure now on me. I'm never on AUX." He says, scrolling through his music. He pressed the song, and the sound poured from the speakers.

"Enrique Iglesias? Isn't he before your time?" You asked, smiling from ear to ear. You loved Cuando Me Enamoro, and the familiarity helped release the tension from your shoulders. As the song played, you started softly singing along. You opened the cover of the moon roof, allowing more of the street light to enter the car.

Gavi turned to look at you, examining your features. Your eyes were soft, focused on the road ahead of you. Your fingers drummed against the steering wheel to the beat. You had one leg up as you drove, leaning into the door slightly. Your lips moved along with the lyrics, singing contently. Gavi could not move his eyes from the sight. Your lips forming every letter were drawing in his focus, hypnotizing him. He never wanted to look away from the soft pink flesh. His thoughts began escaping his control. He wanted to hear you sing louder. He wanted to hear you speak, watching those lips talk about anything your heart held a passion for. He wondered what they would feel like against the pads of his fingers. He imagined what it would be like to kiss them - softly at first, just to feel their warmth and softness. Then harder, to interlock with his own, to bite them, pull them, have them stretched around him, make them cry out his name.

"Pablo?"

He snapped up, giving himself whiplash. Gavi had not noticed that he had rested himself on the center console, leaning against his palm and daydreaming so deeply it drowned out the sound of your voice calling his name.

"Sorry to disturb your deep pondering, but we're here." He looked up at you, vision still rose tinted from the deep dive he had conducted on your lips. His mouth hung open, wanting to say something, but the words would not form in his head. He wanted to touch you. He wanted you to be closer. But he couldn't say it. So instead he extended his hand for a fist bump, coupled with a quick mutter of 'goodnight'. He grabbed his bag, quickly closing the door and digging for his keys.

"Gavi?"

He looked back at you. Your eyes locked for a moment. His hazel eyes conveyed an emotion that you couldn't understand. You didn't want to look away from him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" There was a plead in the question that didn't escape either of you. It was a request. You wanted to see him. His eyes softened, crinkling at the sides as a smile spread across his space.

"Of course, doctora. Drive safe, and let me know when you get home."

Your eyes remained locked until Gavi shut his front door. He leaned against it breathing deeply, as you leaned your head against your steering wheel. You both felt a deep longing for the other, the feeling of "I miss you" sinking in as soon as the door clicked. But he got off the door, and you turned your engine back on, and you both ignored the feeling that something was missing.

Gavi was proud of himself. He was only half hard after leaving the car, despite the most sinful and inappropriate thoughts about your lips festering in his mind. He tried to eat, but he had no appetite. All he wanted to do was call you, text you, read your old messages. He threw his phone on his bed. He didn't understand why you now took up so much of his headspace and thought. He went to shower for the third time that day, hoping to relieve the tension permanently etched into his limbs.

You knocked on Martin's door for a third time. You had called him from Gavi's to let him know you were coming. He answered the phone out of breath and rushed, telling you to just come over, and hanging up quickly. It was night and day from the concerned lover that had called earlier. On the drive over you rationalized his behavior. Did you really have time for a boyfriend that wanted to talk to you often and be with you and have sex and sleepovers? No. You were busy and focused on advancing your career. So maybe Martin and his distance and indifference was actually perfect.

He finally opened the door after three rounds of knocking and two phone calls.

"You're here sooner than I expected." He said, cheeks slightly pink and breathing fast.

"Yeah Gavi lives really close by. Can I come in?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at his form, which blocked the entryway entirely.

"Uh," he looked over his shoulder before responding, "yeah sure. Come in." You entered his house, removing your shoes at the door. Martin had called you "backwards" the first time you did this at his house. As a person in medicine, you couldn't comprehend tracking the entire bacteria ecosystem onto the floor of his house, but it was one of those things you just agreed to disagree on.

"Making sure the other girlfriend left before letting me in?" You laughed, and he spun around quickly, grabbing you by the shoulders and leaning down to look at you.

"I know you make a lot of jokes, but this can't be one of them," he said, his tone somber and serious. "Don't ever joke about me being a cheater. It's not who I am and I am a better person than that." You were shocked by his sudden change in mood, putting your hands up in surrender and apologizing.

Gavi laid awake in bed, legs tangled in the sheets, moving from one side to the other, unable to find a single moment of rest. He checked the phone on his nightstand every couple of minutes, waiting to see your name light up the screen. Why weren't you home? It had been over an hour since you had left his house. Martin was definitely not interesting enough to keep you at his place for so long, especially after a match day. The longer he thought about it, the more the sweat pooled on his brow and the dread seeped into him. Maybe you two were having sex. Maybe you would be spending the night at his house, and Gavi would never get the "I'm home" text. He tried to calm himself, but everything irritated him. Why did you have to leave him to go to your stupid boyfriend's house? Why did he want you to tell Martin to fuck off and lay on the couch with him? Why did he want to know so badly if you two were having sex?

As with most news he got about your relationship, he heard the tip from Ansu who obviously heard it from Ferran: after three months together, you and Martin had still not had sex. After the initial 'why the hell are you guys talking about this', Gavi started to listen to Ansu's gossip as he packed his things after practice. He heard about Martin's complaints.

"Apparently, he told Ferran that she will kiss him and touch him and make him hard, then she will pull away and go home. He said first it was like exciting - ya know, being teased, playing hard to get. But now he's kind of getting impatient ya know. Ferran told him to get another girl."

"To break up with y/n?" Gavi asked a little more enthusiastically than he intended. Pedri looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow at Gavi, but refrained from making a comment. He wanted to go home, and he knew the longer this conversation continued, the longer it would be till he could sit in front of his TV and play FIFA.

"No not to break up with her. Ferran was like 'oh you know she's wife material like she is good in front of cameras and will look nice for your Wikipedia page. But if you want to have sex just go to a girl in a club and sleep with her and then do the couple shit with y/n when you feel like it. You already set her expectations low."

Pedri swears to this day he saw the smoke rise from Gavi's ears at the suggestion that Martin cheat on you. In football and in life, Gavi hated cheats. He wanted to tell you, but was advised against it.

"Unless we hear that he is actually cheating on her, there's no need to hurt her feelings or add stress to her life."

So now he sat in bed, frustrated in more than one way, as he thought about you and Martin having sex. He closed his eyes, hoping to conjure up a new mental image, but all he saw was you. You were in the same sweatshirt and leggings that you had come over in the other day. Martin was nowhere to be seen. You were in the living room, laying on the soft leather of the couch, beckoning Gavi over.

He felt the blood begin to pool and his cock start to harden. He threw one arm over his eyes, groaning loudly. It had become a common occurrence for him to get horny when thinking about you, but usually he could will the image away by reminding himself that you two were friends and would not be anything more. Usually. Today it wasn't working. The image of you on his couch, licking your lips and calling him over refused to disappear. The tighter he closed his eyes the stronger it got.

He moved his hand to palm his aching erection through the fabric of the boxers he had worn to sleep. The you in his head was standing now, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. The sight of skin (imaginary as it was), encouraged him further, and set his very skin ablaze. He pushed down his boxers, stroking himself slowly now. In his head now, you had slowly stripped away your sweatshirt, leaving you in a bra and tight leggings that cupped your ass in the most sensual ways. He was panting now, breathing heavily, switching between stroking his cock and playing with the head. In his mind you stripped off your leggings, leaving you in just your bra and panties for him to stare at, taking in the sight of your body. Beads of precum formed at the head, which he spread around, teasing his most sensitive nerves. He knew once he came you would disappear, and he didn't want to be without you.

The real you was in a similar position: seductive and shirtless. You were currently under Martin, shirt having been discarded somewhere in the living room as he pressed you into the couch. He broke from you to pull off his shirt, then captured your lips once again. You move fervently to match his pace. He kneaded your breasts between his hands. Rough. Everything Martin did was fast and rough. And you tried to keep up, but the only sounds leaving you were heavy breaths from exertion, not arousal.

The scene in Gavi's head switched perspectives. He was now on the couch, legs spread open, inviting you in. You walked towards him slowly, and he drank in the sight of you. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him, and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes, your lips, your breasts - the image of all three sent shock waves through his body and straight to his cock. He gripped it now. He wanted to turn to his nightstand, grab something to lubricate with and stroke in earnest, but he was afraid he would lose the vision of you.

In Martin's house, the real you was searching for an escape. Martin was kissing your neck, grinding into you like a dog in heat. After a few minutes he noticed that you had gone silent, even your breathing relaxing now. He came up to look at you. What kind of girl didn't get turned on from activities like this? He decided to switch positions so that you were laying on top of him, and he dug his fingers into your hips and ass pressing your clothed core against him. He was unmistakably hard, but you felt nothing. There was no pool in your panties or heat in your loins. You were kissing him hard but felt, well, indifferent. Like you might rather be doing laundry.

In Gavi's head, you were a puddle. He had captured your lips between his own, kissing you deeply as you rocked against him, the kiss only breaking when he hit your sweet spot, causing you to moan out. He let his hands roam your bare skin, and he could almost feel the warmth. Fingers resting on your waist, he moved with you, rutting against each other and chasing your release. He looked down at the two of you, watching the wet spot on your panties grow as you ground your clit into his hard-on. He moved to your neck, kissing and suckling until little marks bloomed on the skin. You whimpered out, and now Gavi wanted to do everything in his power to make you moan in earnest. You were looking at him with those gorgeous eyes, begging, pleading, imploring Gavi to do more. And he wanted to do so much more.

The action ended for the real you rather quickly. Martin was pushing you against him, bruising your pelvic bone as he chased his own orgasm, almost forgetting that you weren't a sex doll. You decided to help finish him off quickly and go back to your place. Maybe you would still have time for that laundry. You placed your hands on either side of his head, his face basically buried in your breasts, and you started to grind into him earnestly, rocking your hips in a way that you knew drive men crazy. Within 45 seconds he was cumming in his pants, moaning loudly, and pressing into you so hard you were worried it would leave marks. You gave him a quick kiss and tugged your shirt back on. You both exchanged words about seeing each other soon, and you walked out of his house to your car alone and unsatisfied.

Gavi was almost in pain. His cock was angry and throbbing, begging for him to stroke himself in earnest. But he couldn't do it dry, and he would rather remove his cock entirely than lose this dream of you. You were now in front of him, on your knees, touching his upper thighs. He felt the ghostly sensation on his skin as he remembered every time you pressed your fingers into the muscular flesh in your office (or on his couch). You pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprung free. You leaned over and let your tongue hang from your mouth, your drool flowing on to his cock. Gavi brought his hand up and spit in his palm, pretending it was you. He brought it back down and began stroking, long fluid motions from base to tip. You were also stroking him, looking up at him with those big innocent "fuck me" eyes, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning out.

He wanted you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, on his lap, under him in bed. He wanted you. He had never been harder in his life. And then he got to those lips. Those pink perfect lips that spoke to him so gently, teased him, called out his name - in his mind he watched them stretch over his cock. His self restraint snapped. He brought his hand up again, spitting into his palm multiple times, and beginning to stroke his cock rapidly. He wished it was you. He wished it was your smaller hand wrapped around him, so he could guide you to stroke it in just the way he liked. He was playing with the head of his cock now, imagining your lips sinking deeper and deeper over him, looking up at him with tears in your pretty eyes.

There was no more pretending and no more care. The sheets were thrown off, the room filled with heavy breaths, groans, and the squelching sound of Gavi pumping his cock. His dream you had pulled of and was now leaving gently kisses on his cock, licking the head shyly. Your lips were red and swollen, a product of his passionate kisses and his member. Gavi was almost there. He squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, trying to see you, imagine you more clearly. You were alternating licking at his slit and sucking on his head. He was gone. Moans of your name mixed with "please" filled his room. He wished you were there. He wanted to feel your skin, the smooth warmth under his finger tips. He wanted to hear your voice, soft and silky and telling him how good he was going. He was so, so close. He had never edged himself this much in his life, but he wanted to keep watching you.

The dream you pulled off of the head of Gavi's cock, placing a kiss on it, before crawling back up his body. He tried to capture your lips in yet another kiss, but he couldn't. He felt you drape yourself over his thigh, grinding into the muscle there as you pumped his cock for him. He fisted his own cock at a bruising pace. He would deal with the consequences afterwards. Now he was ready to cum to you, for you. You leaned into his ear, still riding his thigh, one hand wrapped around him, and you moaned out,

"Pablo."

His orgasm washed over him in a tidal wave, knocking the air out of him. He moaned your name out loudly, filling the whole house with his sounds of pleasure. Cum landed on his chest, and he continued to pump himself through the orgasm, thinking of you and riding out his high. When it was over, he calmed himself and worked to slow his breathing. His eyes were still screwed shut, but you weren't there anymore. He was alone and covered in his own load, and he was still thinking about you.

Once he had composed himself (and his legs were stable enough for him to walk, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, donning a new pair of boxers to actually sleep in. Once he returned to his bed, he saw his phone light up.

[Doctora]: I just got home. Have a good night Pablo

His chest got tight again as he laid in bed, staring at your words to him. You hadn't forgotten. He set his alarm and laid down, the exhaustion from his orgasm settling in now and making his eyelids heavy. When he closed his eyes, he saw you again. This time you were fully clothes - in one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats. You were in bed next to him, arm stretched out, beckoning him to come closer to you. Gavi hugged one of his pillows close to his chest, imagining it was you sleeping in his arms, and drifted off.

[Gavi]: Have a good night, doctora. Dream of me

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A/N: not proofread because I don't feel like it. I hope you al enjoy this part! I think this is the last part of 'exposition'/ setting up their dynamic, so relationship building will start in the next chapter, so I hope you all stick with me for the rest of the story! I love hearing all your reactions in the comments, so please don't be shy to comment! Or if you're a little shy, feel free to send me an anon ask!

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 1 year

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Hello!! Can I request dan heng on his first date ? Thanks ☺️

Something New

dan heng x gn!reader

summary: to say dan heng was happy to be going out with you would be an understatement. he was practically ecstatic that you actually accepted and reciprocated his feelings for you. however, he had never actually been on a date before, nor did he know much about romance. so, how will dan heng overcome his anxieties and survive his first date?

warnings: possibly ooc(?), dan heng's a lil bit anxious but it's nothing too intense, physical touch (hand holding), mention of food/drinks (ur at a café date)

"Hey! C'mon, hold still already!"

"I've 'held still' for 15 minutes, March. Can you move on from my hair already?" Dan Heng, clearly annoyed, reached to push March 7th's hand away. "Hmph, of course not! I have no idea how you of all people managed to charm someone, but if you want to keep them around, looking good on the first date will definitely help! Now let me just fix this little bit here!" March said matter-of-factly, putting all her focus on making sure another strand of his hair was in the perfect spot. Dan Heng rolled his eyes and said, "You know, if you keep focusing on my hair the entire time, you're going to make me late." "Oh, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I guess your hair looks pretty alright," March stepped back a bit to see if his hair truly was up to standard.

"Alright, Mr. 'Oooh, look at me, i just wanna show up looking half-decent to my first date ever oooooh', your suit's next. And be prepared to sit there eeeeeven longer so that I can make sure that your outfit looks absolutely 100% perfect, alright?" March poked him incessantly and gave him a disappointed look. Dan Heng sighed, but didn't argue.

As Dan Heng sat at a table, waiting for you, he couldn't help but feel nervous. First off, he was worried you wouldn't show up (despite the fact that he himself had gotten there 15 minutes early). He was also afraid that you would find him boring, like many others do. Oh, and he was also anxious about-

"Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting," you gave him a small smile as you waved. "Oh, uhm, it's quite alright. I'm just glad you're here," he said sheepishly. Just seeing you made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. Unfortunately for him, though, his worries remained rooted in the corners of his mind all throughout the evening.

Truly, he loved listening to you speak, but was he responding to you enough? What if you thought that he wasn't actually paying attention to what you were saying? What if-

"Uhh, hey, Dan Heng? Are you okay? You can leave early if you're feeling sick, I don't mind!" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Ah, sorry. I just.. um... well.." he stuttered and looked down at his drink. "Well? Really, if there's anything wrong, you can tell me. I won't judge," you reached over the table and gently held his hand, the sudden contact making him flustered.

"A- Are you sure it's alri-" "Yes, it's alright, Dan Heng. I don't want you to be unhappy. If there's anything you need, I want to help you with it," you interrupted. Startled, he looked back at you. He was silent, for a few moments, but eventually admitted his worries to you.

"I guess I just.. Well, I guess I was worried you wouldn't actually like me if you got to know me, if that makes sense? I- I don't know, I just.." he sighed and sunk back into his chair. After saying it all out loud, it all sounded silly if he was being honest.

"Oh, that's it?" You giggled a bit before continuing, "It's alright! Honestly, it's completely normal to be anxious about a date! Don't worry though, I love you just the way you are, so don't change yourself just to because you want others to approve of you, okay?" You squeezed his hand and gave him a gentle smile.

At that moment, Dan Heng felt his heart swell, and he smiled more than he had ever smiled before.

At that moment, Dan Heng knew you were perfect.

a/n: hehe attractive men being awkward on first dates go brrr aaaaaa i hope this turned out ok hehe i loved writing this (also personal hc that march will most definitely be a smug little shit when u and dan heng are in a relationship just like giving him advice or helping him get ready for dates but teasing him every time hehehehehe)

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doumadono · 7 months

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EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hi, A while ago I used to have a very bad mental health condition, I can't say for sure what I had(i have an idea but i cannot Say they exact things), because even today I haven't gone to a psychologist to get a diagnosis about my mental health, I wanted to send this to see if you could make a request with Izuku and Kacchan with their childhood friend (Kacchan platonic and with Izuku non-platonic if it's not too much trouble) And one day they find out by accident that she went through a mild eating disorder, self-harm, social anxiety, family problems and a toxic need to be a perfect student (They find out about this already in the first year of the UA, this happened to her in the first year of middle school)I would like to read this because when I was in 7th grade I had all this on my shoulders, I felt like garbage and my family never helped, they only made things worse...Reading it would be like being able to feel that comfort that to this day I have not been able to have because although I would like to be able to talk about it with someone, I am unable to open up, I avoid those topics as much as I can.

Thank you so much! And sorry if I haven't explained myself well.

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you've been going through such a challenging time with your mental health. It takes a lot of courage to acknowledge your struggles, and I truly admire your willingness to share this. When you're ready, seeking support from a psychologist or therapist can be immensely helpful

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Izuku and Katsuki walked back to the UA dormitory, their footsteps echoing in the quiet evening. The day had been filled with training and lectures, and now, as they strolled under the dimming sky, they found themselves in a contemplative mood.

Katsuki glanced over at Izuku and noticed the pensive look on his friend's face. "What's eatin' at ya, Deku?" he asked in his typical gruff manner.

Izuku hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Kacchan, you know our childhood friend Y/N, right?"

Katsuki's eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it. "Yeah, vaguely. What's she got to do with anything?"

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to find the right way to phrase what was on his mind. "I overheard something today, something about her," he began. "It sounds like she's been through some really tough stuff, especially during her first year of middle school. Eating disorder, self-harm, social anxiety, family problems, and a toxic need to be a perfect student."

Katsuki's expression hardened, his usual tough exterior showing cracks as concern flickered in his eyes. "That's messed up, nerd."

As they approached the dormitory, they heard voices coming from the teacher's lounge, where Aizawa and Nezu were deep in conversation. The name 'Y/N' drifted into their ears, and they couldn't help but listen.

"I think we should keep an eye on Y/N," Aizawa said. "She's clearly been through a lot, and I don't want her to feel isolated or overwhelmed here at UA."

Nezu nodded in agreement. "You're right. We should find a way to support her without making her feel exposed or uncomfortable."

Katsuki clenched his fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. "I'll just go talk to her and kick all these stupid ideas off her head."

Izuku, on the other hand, was quick to respond, albeit more gently. "Kacchan, but we need to be careful. Y/N has been through a lot, and pushing her too hard could do more harm than good. We should approach this delicately."

Katsuki scowled but was willing to listen. "Okay, fine, Deku. What's your brilliant idea then?"

"I think we should let Y/N know that we're there for her, no matter what. Encourage her to talk to us when she's ready? We can offer her our support and friendship without forcing her to reveal everything all at once."

Katsuki huffed in annoyance, but he couldn't deny that Izuku's suggestion made sense. "Fine, fine, we'll do it your way then, nerd."

Later that evening, Izuku and Katsuki found themselves in a common livingroom, still contemplating how to approach the delicate situation with Y/N. Izuku sat on a couch, thoughtful, while Katsuki paced around, clearly agitated, trying to finish his English homework. "You really think this is the right way, Deku? I can't freaking focus because of that goddamn girl. Why do girls always have to be so complicated? " Katsuki asked, his frustration evident.

"I do, Kacchan. Y/N's been through a lot. She needs to know we're here for her, and when she's ready, she'll come to either of us."

Katsuki paused, his fiery demanour momentarily waning. He knew that Izuku was right; a more gentle approach was necessary. He sat down on the floor, scowling as he admitted, "Fine."

Izuku smiled, relieved that Katsuki had agreed. "Great, Kacchan."

Bakugo, catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, noticed Mina, Kaminari, and Tsuyu observing him and Deku. Irritated, he turned to them and bellowed, "What the hell are you staring at, extras!?" His fiery personality showing no mercy, even to his friends.

The next day, they put their plan into action.

You were in the common room, looking somewhat distant as you read a book.

Izuku approached you cautiously, determined to make you feel comfortable. Kacchan watched him from a distance, pretending to be engrossed in preparing a dinner.

"Hey, Y/N," Izuku began with a warm smile, "How's your day been?"

You looked up, surprised by the sudden attention. You hesitated for a moment but then replied, "Oh, it's been okay, I guess?"

Katsuki chimed in, trying to keep his tone softer than usual. "You don't need to hide stuff, you know. We're your friends, and we're here for you."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you swallowed hard. You weren't used to opening up about your struggles, but the genuine concern made you feel a little safer. "But I'm not hiding anything…" you protested.

Bakugo grumbled from a distance. "Tsch! For crying out loud, it's obvious you're not alright, nerd. Quit with the act, you're a terrible actress, Y/N, damn it!"

Izuku continued, "I… We know that life can be tough. You don't have to go through it alone. When you're ready to talk, we'll be here to listen, without any judgment, okay?"

Katsuki nodded, showing an uncharacteristic patience. "Yeah."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the sincerity of their words. You had been carrying your burdens in silence for so long, and the idea of sharing them with friends was both scary and comforting. "Thank you, boys," you whispered, your voice quivering. "I appreciate your support."

Izuku reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're welcome, Y/N. We care about you, and we want to help in any way we can."

Katsuki grumbled, but there was a softness in his gaze as he added, "And if anyone gives you trouble, they'll have to deal with me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and without warning, you leaned into Izuku's comforting arms.

Izuku was a little taken aback by your sudden move, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he embraced you gently, his hand softly petting your Y/H/C hair.

As you nestled in his embrace, you finally opened up about how awful you were feeling. Your voice quivered as you spoke. "I don't know what to do… I just… I feel so lost and overwhelmed. It's like I'm drowning in my own thoughts and fears, and I can't escape."

Izuku held you a little tighter, his own heart aching for you. "I'm here for you, Y/N. You're not alone in this. We'll find a way through it, together, I promise."

You continued, your voice breaking, "I've been trying to be strong for so long, but I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world, and it's crushing me."

"You don't have to carry it all by yourself. You have friends who care about you, who want to help. We'll lighten that burden, step by step. You're not alone, Y/N."

You clung to him, your sobs slowly subsiding as his comforting presence gave you solace. It was the first step in a journey of healing and support. With tears still glistening in your eyes, you raised your head and looked up at Izuku. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for all of your support, Deku," you whispered, your gratitude evident in your eyes.

As you expressed your gratitude to both of your friends, Izuku felt his cheeks flush with a deep shade of crimson. His heart began to race, pounding in his chest like a drumbeat. The genuine warmth of the unexpected kiss on his cheek left him feeling both flustered and deeply touched. Unbeknownst to you, Izuku had been harboring a significant crush on you.

But before you could say more, a loud voice echoed across the room. Bakugo's angry shout filled the space, "Hey, I'm goddamn here as well, fucking nerd!"

You turned towards Katsuki, a grateful smile forming on your lips. "Thank you too, Kacchan," you said, addressing him. "I appreciate both of you more than I can express."

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ambcass · 5 months

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I'll try to be more active this month ;) and pls send requests I'm bored

Summary: Jaime notices that you're sad and cheers you up with a picnic date after school

WARNINGS!! ->: Just itty witty bit of angst(maybe), fluff, BAD pet names, cliche writing...., reader having toxic parents, mentions of divorce, hurt/comfot

I had my head down and I couldn't barely focus during class. The teacher was clearly blabbing about some useless bullshit that I'll never use in the future. When lunch came, I didn't even eat anything and was already too tired to move. Life has been so bad recently. My parents have been arguing a little too much and they are on the edge of divorce. My grades have been slipping too, I already tried catching up but can't! I don't understand anything these stupid ass teachers are teaching. After the bell rang for 7th period, I felt a pair of hands hug my waist. I flinched, dropping all of my stuff, and tried breaking free. I felt the hands quickly retract before I was able to turn around.

"Woah there! Didn't mean to scare you, sorry babe." It was my boyfriend, Jaime Reyes. Jaime then apologized, picking up my dropped items. Jaime looked at me with worry before he smirked. I already knew he had an idea in mind, I just didn't know if it would be stupid or not. He wrapped his arms around my neck and spoke,

"Nice weather we are having today, don't you think?" I just nodded awkwardly while looking up at Jaime. "Well...I think the two of us should really go out and have fun! Like a date, a picnic date? What ya say, baby?" He looked at me with his big puppy eyes and of course, I said yes.

The both of us agreed to meet up 30 minutes after school in the field not too far from my home. The second I got home, I heard screaming and yelling coming from my parents. I ran to my room and closed my door. Tuning them out was basically a habit. I opened my closet and grabbed the sweater Jaime gave me for our first-ever date. I opened my window and jumped out of it. I didn't care that I still had my window open, I doubt my parents would even care.

On my way is what I texted before Jaime texted back Wait!! I'm setting up. Slow down mi vida. I chuckled, putting my phone in my pocket, and hood on. Once I reached the park, I saw Jaime wave at me. He was sitting on top of a blue blanket with snacks and drinks beside him. I walked towards him, waving, smiling, and feeling some sense of happiness in me. I sat down with him and he offered me some chips.

"Soo sorry if this isn't your favorite, I grabbed what I found in my house." He said, then pointing to all of the other snacks and drinks he brought. "Hope these would be fine. Next time, I'll be sure to visit the store beforehand." Jaime slightly turned his head away, his face turning pink. I smiled and took the bag of ships. The two of us talked and talked for hours on end until the set was starting to set.

I had my head on his shoulder and he had his arm around my waist. I was admiring the sunset but I couldn't help to smile because Jaime's eyes were just practically glued to my face. "Sweetie, your staring can be unsettling," I said, joking obviously. I playfully pushed his head and we both chuckled. He turned back to me, now holding my hand. I stared at him with confusion.

"What? Is there something wrong?" I asked. Jaime just shook his head. "I just have a question...It's alright if you don't answer! It's kinda stupid so..." Jaime tried putting his words together but it looked like he was shy about it. Like really shy. "Oh, a question? Go on. No matter how stupid it is, I still love you." Jaime took a breath before speaking.

"D-do you think we are together in every universe?" I lit up with happiness. I hugged him. "I think that we are always going to be together no matter the case. Whether we're dating or just friends. We are always going to be together, no matter what."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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deathbxnny · 1 year

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Ever since the first time I saw Welt in Star Rail this is stuck in my head. Since Welt ended in the star rail universe other people could’ve done the same. Imagine someone from the PE (and can percieve the Honkai energy like the Valks ) who ended up the same way a March 7th (trapped in weird ice) and when they wake up and see Welt they don’t know that Herrschers can be human friendly, since Welt can still use his materialisation powers I assume he’s still got residual Honkai energy and when they feel it they’re like "DIE HERRSCHER !!" Or something like that

Take this however you want, as a request (if you have inspiration) or as a ramble.

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A/N: First of all, I absolutely love the way your brain thinks! This is honestly hilarious to think about and so I decided to make a little something with it. I hope you don't mind me making it kinda into a Welt x reader thing!

Content: Enemies to lovers, fluff ending, angst(?)

Featured characters: Welt and some of the other Astral Express members)

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!))

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☆《From beyond this world. (Welt x PE!Reader)》☆

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You groaned, when bright light hit your eyes, blinding you for a moment. Your head spun, so many thoughts swirling through your head and yet non made sense. What happened? You dared open your eyes once more, the buzzing of many voices finally reaching your ears.

"-Hey, can you hear us?" A voice rang out, yet you couldn't respond just yet and instead just weakly hummed. When your vision finally cleared, you stared up at what seemed to be a wooden ceiling. Where were you...?

"Oh, good, they are awake! Phew, I thought they wouldn't ever wake up!" A pink haired girl next to you sighed, offering you a smile, when you looked at her with furrowed confused eyes. "Where..." You started, yet your voice broke, as though it wasn't used in so long.

This confused you, since the last thing you remember was talking to some colleagues... something exploded... and then... what happened then?

"You're currently the Astral Express. We found you floating through space in a giant block of ice and rescued you. Do you have any injuries or pain?" A red haired woman asked you, yet all you could do was stare. Your brain couldn't process that information at the moment, as it just made no sense to you.

You tried pushing yourself up to sit, the carpeted floor you laid on proving to be quite uncomfortable as time went on. The girl helped you in doing so, a friendly smile always on her face. "There you go... my name is March 7th by the way! And this is Himeko!" She said, quickly showing you how naturally energetic she is. It would've been comforting, if you didn't feel dread course through your veins all of a sudden.

Himeko gave you a small smile and asked you something, but you couldn't hear her over the ringing in your ears. Your eyes were suddenly focused on a man standing behind her, your breathing picking up fast. That man... he had some honkai energy surrounding him. No, not only that... you could feel it clearly all of a sudden... he was a Herrscher.

You panicked, your body moving faster than your rapidly spiralling mind, as you attempted to attack him. You grabbed a blade out of your pocket, practically violently throwing yourself at him. All exhaustion and dizziness left you in that moment, your only thought being the elimination of what you considered a pest.

"DIE HERRSCHER!" You screamed, before you were roughly restrained by the others in confusion and panic. A young man you hadn't seen before was struggling to keep you back with March 7th, as you were surprisingly strong. The Herrscher on the otherhand just stared at you in near surprise for a moment, before a flicker of recognition glinted in his eyes.

Sudden exhaustion hit you again pretty fast, your body not used to moving so much anymore, your head lulling forward as you panted weakly. "H-Hey! What are you doing? Calm down!" March yelled in panic, yet stopped, when the man raised his hand to silence her for a moment.

He approached you, leaning down a little to be at eye level with you. You glared into his eyes, fear and anger coursing through you. You couldn't understand any of this. Why were these people defending a vile creature like him? He suddenly raised his cane and gently tapped your forehead, his warm eyes being the last thing you saw, before you eventually passed out.

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It had been a month since then. Turns out, that you were in a completely different timeline and galaxy now, far away from any actual Honkai threats. And the Herrscher's name was Welt Yang, a surprising calm and kind man, who was nowhere near the threat you at first perceived him to be.

Luckily, no one questioned your words regarding Welt, mainly because they thought you were just losing it, after being trapped for so long. And so, when everyone was too far away to listen in on you two, Welt told you about everything you didn't know regarding him and Herrschers.

It took you a while to even process the idea of "friendly Herrschers" and you admittedly still didn't trust the man for a couple days at first. But he was surprisingly very understanding and patient, which made you feel nearly guilty for attacking him in the first place.

After spending two weeks on the Astral Express and spending time mostly with him, albeit against your will at first, you actually became closer... nearly friends somehow. It seemed like you had alot more in common than you had initially thought and whilst him having some honkai energy in him did still worry you... you began looking past that quite fast.

How could you not, when he was so nice and gentle with you, quelling your fears and worries, telling you that you had nothing to worry about anymore here. It felt eventually comforting to be close to him. He was technically the only one left from your old world, old life in a way. And you began appreciating him after a month.

Soon enough, you also became apart of the Astral Express and usually kept to Welt's side as somewhat of an assistant, which only drove you two closer.

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"How do you like the tea?" Welt hummed, watching you sip on your cup with intent interest. You hummed in satisfaction, a small, content smile on your lips. "I like it, the flavour is new, but good." You said, earning a nod from the man.

You both sat in the comfortable silence in what was Welt's room, your eyes glued to the large windows and the galaxies that passed you by through them. It was relaxing and so comforting to you. So much so, that you didn't notice the fleeting glances the man gave you.

"... I'm sorry for attacking you." You hummed, closing your eyes at the relaxing bliss you felt. Welt chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face. "It's alright, I understand. Hopefully I made a good enough impression for you not to do it again?" He joked lightly, earning an amused chuckled from you now.

"Yeah... you have. I actually love you now-" You stopped yourself, your eyes snapping open in surprise at your own words. Who would've thought, that you'd ever say such words to a Herrscher? You glanced at Welt, who only gave you a soft smile in return, the dim light of his room hiding the faint redness on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, which you still noticed.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting in amusement. "Well, I feel the same about you. I'm glad, that we have so much in common." He said, making you smile and relax. Humming, you raised the cup back to your lips, your eyes glancing back at him teasingly.

"I'm glad too."

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A/N: Thank you again Anon for your beautiful thoughts! I hope, I did your idea justice!<33

♡Requests are always appreciated!♡

#honkai impact 3rd #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #welt yang x reader #welt yang

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1eoness · 11 months

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hi! could i request something fluffy? maybe leon spoiling reader with some meal, or cuddles? thanks! ❤️

mentioning meals I AM THE REMINDER TO GO GET A SNACK AND REJUVENATE

and yes ofc i love writing fluffy fluffy hehehehe (im kind of uncreative rn so sorry). btw i'm writing this in the same format as the other one but if you want it to be more structured and narrative just uh tell me LOL

content : fluffy leon kennedy x gender neutral!reader (it's written in second person though). pet names lol

synopsis : leon wants to spoil you so he's feeding you and providing you with an army's ware of cuddles >:)

-food is fuel and leon is a fucking engine

-tbh i hc that leon has a big appetite for sweet stuff,,,, i'm sure a big collective of ppl agree bc he's so squishy squishy [what the fuck am i saying idk]

-anyway enough about me gushing on leon.

-YOU. when will you ever take the time to let him spoil you? are you trying to avoid him?:((

-leon is part kidding. he's not mad ofc but sometimes he can't help but get a tiny bit worried about you sometimes.

-see, leon is a firm believer that a person cannot come to their best senses unless their basic/psychological needs are fulfilled. that includes things like eating, or affection—because when your body senses that you're lacking in something, it will use your brain power to signal you that you need to eat or be smothered with affection! hence you can end up feeling burnt out if u dont pay attention to ur love vitals!! >:(

-leon's mindset will always be applied on you because you're his second heart, you're his tough rock and you need to be taken care of!!

-HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING "affection? that's absurd people can still learn attentively and work efficiently without having to be coddled >:(" while yes in a sense its true—but sometimes you just don't realize that what you need is some time to be vulnerable and intimate, which can explain why your emotions feel a lot more heightened recently than usual (which he notices by the way). you've been tense for a while, and leon reasons that you can't just 'move on' from being overwhelmed with work stress and whatnot—you have to relieve it! but enough about theory.

-your hunger for food or affection is like a 7th sense to leon to be honest. while it's not an accurate intuition everytime, he's bound to think of you once every like two minutes.

-leon actually has very clear and high critical thinking skills. this means he is able to remember a lot of things about you even if he only notices them or you mention it once: this includes your comfort drink, where you like to be touched, hell maybe even the MBTI of your favorite character. and he ESPECIALLY knows what food you like. pad thai, sushi, oxtail, jerk chicken, cake, boba, YOU NAME IT HE KNOWS IF YOU LOVE IT OR NOT

-so when it actually came to asking you what you wanted, he'd send a text saying he's downtown and asking you 'what would you like, baby?'. he's careful with his words and doesn't say "do you want me to get you something on the way?" because it means he's giving you a choice >:( when the whole point is to spoil you because you deserve it.

-and if you answer with something vague like 'anything' HE DOESN'T MAKE YOU SPEAK FURTHER he'll just buy what he knows u like and keep the rest in the fridge if you dont wanna eat it :3 well that's what they're for, right?

"oh, my sweet.." his voice was quaint at the sight of you. leon tried his best to be silent when he entered the room, not wanting to sound like he was pitying you, but seeing you half-covered with comforters, mildly upset and your mind in a frazzle has his heart dropping a bit. you were probably thinking about so many things: meeting some deadlines, picking up this and that from the store, computing this... but you just couldn't organize your thoughts. but that's why leon was here.

your head moved to swivel his direction. "leon.." you smile at him weakly.

it was cold in the city tonight. leon places a hefty white plastic bag of your favorite on the nearby surface before he sits down in front of you from the edge of your bed. he takes the brief second of studying his lover's face before he pulls you into a comforting and warm hug. he can't help but pat the back of his sweet baby's head down, and you feel his lips barely nuzzle onto your ear as he mutters. "y're so good to me, baby. you know that?" leon reminds you before kissing the side of your head shortly. you tried to reciprocate it by giving him a nimble kiss on his cheek, which he gratefully accepts with an eager beam on his lips.

his hands slide down your arms in a soft stroke as he lets go of you gently. the rustling of the bed's layers being heard as leon moves a bit to reach for the hefty boxes of food, which he opens for you once he gives you take your utensil/s. leon's happy seeing you eat. it's a form of reassurance to him personally witnessing you getting the fill you deserve after a whole few days of being so busy and rushing everywhere. it's a calming sense to him as you both soak in comfortable silence while he watches you eat. he was caring less that it's 2 in the morning and caring more about the way the color on your face slowly vibrates back onto your features. you seem less tired, just by a tad percentage. it makes him smile to himself knowing he was able to take care of you. " 'm finished." you mumbled with a hum, feeling a little full and having to lie down. fullness makes you sleepy (and leon knows that!) so he has a subtle, cheeky little grin as he leans over and collects your legs with one arm, pulling you to make you lie on your back. he crawls over to lie down next to you, once again pulling you close to him while he wraps his arms around you— one patting and planted gently on your back while the other cradles your head close to his heart. just where you belong... "you tired, baby?" leon asked shortly and your little nod sufficed. his cheek gently rests against the side of the crown of your head. his touch is soft, it's sweet as he rubs and scratches down your back gently. he gently scruffles at your scalp with his other hand's fingertips, and the motions will send you to a hopefully revitalizing sleep ♡. he places a kiss on the top of your head, like a ribbon keeping its gift from falling apart :( he knows at this moment maybe you're thinking you don't deserve him. but that's so far from the truth.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re2remake leon #re4remake leon #leon x reader #leon x reader fluff #this is also super bad n rash im sorry ill try to edit it later on

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degloved · 6 months

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i'm about to sound like a john apologist but i need you all to look past that first impression and consider this post as written by a john understander. it sort of ties into what i said here, also.

the reason amanda was tested again in saw iii wasn't because john lacked love for her, it was precisely because he loved her beyond "rational" bounds. she was tested because she was loved. that's all there is to it. this absolutely isn't normal in any circumstances other than theirs and if someone irl is putting you in saw traps they probably Don't love you btw. but with john being the way he is... or was, rather, it must be the other way around. think about this: no one has ever gotten more than one (non-rigged) test; no one has ever enjoyed the privilege of quite so many second chances. no one has ever had john praying they'd pass/succeed.

john relentlessly testing her was the equivalent of your bff taking her gross bf back even after the 7th time he's cheated just bc he promised it'd be different this time, and you're rolling your eyes bc you know better, but she's in love and deluded. not that john was. in love. sorry. you get my meaning. he was so desperate to balance his fucked up little belief system with the genuine care he felt for amanda. he was continually at a crossroads, struggling not to stray away from the jigsaw ideology (bc if he did, he'd have nothing at all except blood on his hands up to the wrists and some tough pills to swallow) and trying even harder to find a loophole that'd allow him to keep amanda around despite the fact that the aforementioned ideology very clearly would not permit her a place in this world.

(john is its god and its disciple and the disciple pleading with the god and the god denying that plea.) picture a heartbroken owner trying every avenue just to avoid putting down their dog with bite history.

and amanda did deserve better is the thing. she did deserve better than to be loved by a fucking serial killer, because no one else could, and she did deserve better than being inadvertently killed by the very same serial killer, she deserved so much better in every sense! but the fact remains that better has never been in the cards for her; she got the most bottom-of-the-barrel love there is, she got the most worthless, useless, dangerous, thankless love there is. but it is love. was love. do you get me

#i am johnbiased though sorry. sorry. sorry #its just. well. you see. at some point you sort of cross a line and look past the jigsaw mask and see john and and and and #you cross that line and this is the sort of posts you start making #saw #john kramer #amanda young #n #thinkpieces

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uyuforu · 4 months

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Hey uyu,

I've been working on Jungkook's FS chart for a long time right now and I got somethings to say but I also want you opinion about it since you are analysing jk's chart :

So I think she is a cancer dominant for sure this is something I think we all agree about

His spouse is going to be famous it's that leo fama in his BPC and his 7th house Lord is in his 10th house and in his natal chart fama conjunct briede in his 7th house so I think that's clear enough

She is a Gemini Venus hands down , Gemini venus is in his BPC and in his DC chart and I always got the vibe that she has venus-pluto aspects so she is a Sagittarius pluto ( and here we say sorry for all the people who were born after 2008😭) so she is born between 1995-2008 and she has venus opposite Pluto , and if she is a Gemini Venus that will make her and jk have a compatible Venus signs , libra and Gemini and that's totally great in term of relationship I think 🤷, I also got the vibe that she has venus-lilith aspects

I got that vibe of virgo rising or sometimes a Virgo moon or both or some Virgo placements for sure I don't know but I can sense that virgo energy everytime I do a tarot reading about her energy I don't know if it's true but that virgo moon in his DC chart and Virgo rising in his BPC are things that we can't ignore right? And if she is a Virgo moon then her moon will conjunct his moon and conjunct his sun if it's in close degrees and what should I say about that 🥹, and if we think about it well if she has a Virgo rising then she has a Gemini MC and if her Venus is in Gemini there's a huge possibility that she has venus conjunct MC and that's a great indicator of fame or artistic vibe so she maybe will be known for something related to art or music or writing songs with the Gemini here and jk himself got this aspect so maybe 🤔

The only planet that I didn't know what sign it will probably be is her mars some people will say Gemini mars I totally get that but I don't think a Gemini mars will work well with Scorpio mars ? Maybe a cancer mars 🤔 who knows 🤷

So this is what I got right now and I'm still working on it and I'm fluent in English I'm only fluent in french so I'm sorry if there's any writing faults and I will wait for your pov about this and thank you 💕

Don't worry you did great! French is also a language I can speak so it's fine haha! I can still understand you, but you made no mistakes :)

Between, many things relate to stuff I have been seeing in the charts! It still shock me to think she could be super young related to him, not because of her, but because of JK. She'll be super young when they meet, and tbh I find it a bit creepy! But! It's not my life. Lol

Thank you for sharing your opinion on this! I don't have much things to say because as I said before, I can take people's opinion, but I'm not 100% into finding her exact placements. I'm into jk's astrology, so his fs obviously was a thing to analyze. But I don't wanna know exactly who she is, I wanna be surprised!

And if one day we have access to he birth information's, I could do a reading and be like omggg hehe

- uyu

#uyuans

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eddies-whoreee · 1 year

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Ch. 1 - Killer on the Loose

Summary: There has been a recent string of your murders in your small town. Everyone, including you, is freaking out. You and your friends stay close together, as time goes on the murders get more and more closer to you and the people you know. Soon you find out that the killer is who you least suspect and everything is not what it seems. You find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible, how will it end? CW: death, bestfriend!steve, bestfriend!eddie, flirting, swearing. STORY BASED IN 1994!!

You are handed a paper rather roughly as the girl handing them out speaks something too fast to comprehend as she moves on to the rest of your friend group handing them the same paper. You hold the paper up reading it, the latest edition of The Hawkins Post. You sit down as your heart sinks, Billy? Yes, he was an asshole, never to you directly because he was always trying to get into your pants. It was too close for comfort. You were getting really worried. He killed Chance from the basketball team last Wednesday.

Eddie, your friend, notices you tensing up. He puts an arm around your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks worriedly. You turn to face him, "did you not read the paper?" You ask, looking back down at it. He shakes his head. "I tossed it as soon as she gave it to me. Why?" You hand it to him, looking down. "Oh, shit, Hargrove, that's a tough guy to take down, got my ass beat by him junior year," he says with a light laugh. You snap your head towards him. "Don't laugh! It's not funny, I'm really freaked out. This killer is slowly infiltrating the school. Anyone of us could be next!" You say fearfully. His eyes turn soft, "you won't be next, plus the killer only kills guys. I should be shaking in my boots," he responds playfully.

Steve comes up behind you, placing the paper down, making you jump slightly. "Woah, you okay?" He asks sitting down on the seat next to your friend Stacey. "No!" you speak, looking at him, then back down, fiddling with your fingernails. Eddie sighs and looks at Steve. "she's scared the..." he looks back at the paper. "Ghostface is gonna get her," he tells him with smug in his voice. "ooo creepy, it is a little unsettling. I'm mean, the victims were members of our school," Steve says putting his arm around Stacey.

Eddie sighs shaking his head, "you're not making it better" Eddie says rubbing your back soothingly. "I mean she has a right to be scared, I sure as hell am" Stacey peeps looking up from her book. "Billy was a strong guy, he was killed, we are little sheep we have no chance" Stacey finished looking back down to her book. "Hargrove was also an asshole" Eddie speaks, you gasp and slap his chest. Earning an 'oww' from him, "he's dead dummy! Don't say that" you exclaim shaking your head shooing his arm off from around you.

He puts his hands up in defense, "sorry guess you don't have to worry about it sense he's been trying to fuck you since the 7th grade meanwhile I've been tortured by him since the 5th" Eddie replies making Steve throw a pretzel at him. It smacks Eddie right in the forehead making you laugh a little, Steve high fives you. "You guys are both dweebs now I must be going, you gonna be alright?" Eddie asks you standing up. "Yeah I'll call you after school, 'kay?" You respond he nods kissing your cheek before walking off. Nancy walks in and sits down with a huff.

"You good?" Stacey asks her, setting her book down. "Yeah stupid work stuff and project stuff" Nancy replies not wanting to talk about it further. Stacey nods, "so about Billy is that all the details you have?" You question, "uh no, we know more but you guys cannot tell another soul it's confidential" Nancy exclaims. You nod eagerly, she sighs before speaking again looking around to see if anyone is listening in. "The reason they are calling him ghostface is because he wears a mask that resembles a ghost, and he's about 5'10 but that's really all" she shrugs as if it's nothing. You sit there stunned as if a killer wasn't scary enough a masked killed that is damn near twice your height!

"A mask? What the fuck" you exclaim rather loudly, Nancy cover your mouth. You lay your head down on the desk and groan. "What's up with her" Nancy asks, "she's scared the killer is after her next" Steve tells her nonchalantly. You snap your head up, "there is a killer on the loose who brutally stabs and slashes throats, he wears a fucking ghost mask, and is 1000 feet tall, who is targeting students of Hawkins High!! I'm fucking terrified" you squeal putting your head in your hands that rest on the table.

Nancy rubs your back, "I'm sorry if I made you more scared, if it makes you feel better he's only killed guys so far" Nancy speaks looking at Steve for him to agree. "Y-Yeah and assholes... apparently" he says agreeing. You sigh and pick your head up. "Sorry that I'm so on edge, i mean there is a literal serial killer in Hawkins it's really scary" you tell them with a smile. "It's okay, sweets" Steve assures you rubbing you arm.

Eddie walks by briefly, "hands off Harrington" before running off laughing. Steve takes his hands off shaking his head. "He is something else" Nancy says playfully. "Oh yeah Nancy I wanted to ask you why do you guys use black and white when you can use colored pictures?" Stacey asks pointing to the paper, "boss says it's gives a more eerie vibe, we use color for certain things" Nancy replies.

"Yeah Nance its 1994 not the stone age" Steve chimes in laughing. Nancy mocks his laugh, "take it up with my boss, asshat" you snort at her comment. Steve hold his hands up in defense, "woah there wheeler watch yourself" he says no real threat behind his words. Stacey pokes his sides. He looks at her and smiles giving her a kiss on the bridge of the nose making you fake gag.

As the day went on you started think way too much, like how Billy died, how it was in his house, how he fought and still lost, how the killer didn't even wait a whole two weeks to kill again. It wasn’t helping that everyone was talking about it. All you heard in every class, Billy this, Billy that. It was horrible.

When you finally get home, pulling in the driveway and sluggishly walking into the house. As you toed off your shoes your mom enters the living room. She tells you that she is enforcing a new curfew which is honestly useless since he strikes in the victims homes, but you didn't argue with her. The curfew was 9:30PM and if your not gonna be home she needs to know. You agree and walk to your room getting changing into some comfortable clothes. You hear your phone ringing from the distance, you jog to go get it from downstairs, once you answer it there is music blasting on the other end. “Hey! Baby!” Eddie exclaims through slurs. You sigh, “are you drunk” you ask knowingly. “Pfft me? Drunk? Nah, just chillin” he says trying to convince you, which is not working. “Where are you? Is Steve with you?” You question knowing how he gets when he’s drunk, and he needed a babysitter. And who better to babysit than Steve Harrington. “Stevie here… Stevie! Our girl is on the phone!” Eddie calls out to Steve. “Here say helloooo” he laughs. Steve takes the phone from Eddie, “hey sweetheart” he says playfully. “Hey Steve, is he being good?” You ask, “yeah Eddie’s fine he’s just drunk. But we’re at my place so he’s just gonna sleepover.” Steve tells you. “Okay be safe boys, love you” you speak. “Love you too bye” Steve says as you hang up. You order pizza since your mom is at work and is going to be all night since she works graveyard shifts. After pizza and watching a cartoon you decide it’s time to sleep since today was utterly exhausting. As soon as you hit your bed, it was lights out.

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starrycollesta · 2 years

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CRAZY FOR YOU | EDDIE MUNSON X READER

paring: eddie munson x reader

words: 2.3k

synopsis: Eddie has been late multiple times and you were fed up. You decided to do something about Eddie's behavior.

includes: obsessive behavior, smut, angst, paranoia, degradation, dom!reader, sub!eddie, spit kink, spanking, crying, oral (f receiving), hand job + more.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3

Your jaw ticked as you took another draw of your cigarette. Your unoccupied hand was clenched, and your brows were furrowed in anger. You sat on Eddie's bed waiting for him. It felt like a routine. An endless nightmare.

Eddie was late...again.

For the 7th time.

But what did you expect? you thought bitterly.

Did Eddie not understand how much you loved him? How you were so desperate to be around him? It's almost like he doesn't respect how much you put into this relationship. That thought made you sick and extremely paranoid.

What if the reason he was out so late was because he was...cheating? You knew about his little D&D club, how could you not, but what if it's just a cover up so he could fuck around on you.

You suddenly felt dizzy with this new revaluation. Small tears formed in the corner of your eye, and you felt your air flow being restricted. You couldn't breathe, think or move. You loved Eddie and if he even dared to cheat on you, death would be the only option for you. And him.

You met Eddie at one of the lowest points in your life. Your dad just died, your mom was extremely abusive, and your sister hated you. After a long and stressful day at your shitty job, you needed something to take the edge off. Unfortunately for you, your usual dealer was out of the stuff you wanted so you called up your friend. She usually had the plugs. She gave you an address to this "freaky white boy," in her words. You showed up to the address, knocked on the door, and were immediately met with a guy that had a curly mullet, soft brown eyes, and an infatuating smile. He was perfect.

One look into his soft brown eyes and you knew he was the one. You knew you'd never let him go as long as you had the ability to breath.

You vaguely heard footsteps walking up to the bedroom door and opening it slowly.

"Babe...what you doin' up?" you didn't look up when you heard Eddie's question. Usually, his presence filled you with a sense of euphoria but not now. His nonchalant attitude angered you. How could he ask such an ignorant question like that? Is he fucking with you?

You finally looked up at him after a long silence filled the room. You hated playing his little games but if he wanted to play, you'd humor him.

"You must like it, huh?" you said in a monotone manner. Your face gave no sense of emotion. He still stood by the door, looking confused.

His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for you to elaborate, but when you didn't, he sighed before answering your question, "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to, sweetheart."

He tried to chuckle, but he clearly knew what you were referring to. Eddie is known for laughing things off and quickly apologizing but he's not getting out of this. No amount licks at your vagina or pleas will fix this.

"Don't play stupid with me." you scoffed and glared, "you clearly like when I punish you, Eddie." you stood up and walked over to him slowly, a grin now on your face.

The more you came closer, the more Eddie backed away. He flinched when both your hands slammed on the door behind him. He was cornered. He'd be lying to say a shiver didn't go through his body.

"Where have you been Eddie? all these nights? leaving poor old me behind." you pouted dramatically as your nose sniffed at his hair. Your toes curled in your sneakers. He always smelled so good.

You felt him shiver as he spoke, "S-sweetheart, you know about my D&D club, right? Sometimes I just get too much into the character, you know, lose track of time. I promise to call you if I'm planning on staying late, okay?" he tried to reason with you, explain himself, but you couldn't keep letting him off the hook. He needed to be punished, thoroughly.

You stepped away from him, scanning his face for a moment, then breaking out in laughter. His previous smile was quickly wiped clean off his face at the sound of your laugh. He knew he fucked up this time. You were done with his excuses.

You finally gained composure and your face turned serious, "Get on the bed, clothes off."

Eddie stepped closer to you and opened his mouth to protest but stopped when you raised your hand.

"Eddie, I'm sick of your fucking excuses. You say the same thing every time with no change. I want to believe you Eddie, I really do, but you're making it so hard to trust you right now." your face was set. You were excepting no backtalk from him. He should know he deserves punishment for letting you down, consistently.

Eddie gulped but nodded. He moved to the bed and took off his shirt with trembling fingers.

When he got to his pants, you spoke, "Hand me the belt."

Eddie looked up at you with mild terror in his eyes but gave you the belt anyways. The leather belt felt wonderful in your hands. One of the many favorite things you loved using on him. He continued to undress as you watched his every move. His body was beautiful with his assortment of tattoos and muscled chest. Eddie had a thick but average sized cock. You could see his cock was an angry red and bobbed slightly. When he was done undressing, he sat on the bed and waited for further instructions.

You walked over to him with your belt in your left hand. You stood in front of him and traced his jaw slowly.

"If only you had just listened to me all those times Eddie. Maybe then you wouldn't be about to get your ass beat." you mocked him and suddenly grabbed his jaw. He gasped at the sudden move.

"Safe word?" you asked him, hand tightening slightly around his pale neck.

"H-hellfire." Eddie stuttered out. You rolled your eyes at his answer. Typical Eddie.

Your hand traveled down from his neck to his cock, earning a whimper from Eddie. Your plan was to tease him a little then make him hurt. You tugged at his cock and teased his tip a bit then let go of him. You continued that process till he was begging for you to stop and let him empty himself in your hand.

He had another thing coming if he thought you'd let him cum so soon. This was his punishment after all.

You decided to stop teasing him, "Lay on your stomach, slut." Eddie whispered out a "yes ma'am" and quickly went to follow your instructions.

You took your time to admire his ass and legs. He looked so good that you almost wanted to praise him. You were generous but not that generous.

"Now, tell me why I'm gonna be turning your ass red." you said while toying with the belt.

Eddie was silent for a moment, probably thinking of his answer. Any answer not up to your liking could result in a heavier punishment for him. Not that you were complaining.

"I stayed out too late and didn't tell you." Eddie mumbled in the pillows.

Whack

Eddie's body lurched forward as he cried out when you hit him on the ass with the belt forcefully.

"Kind of right, kind of wrong. This is your 7th time being late. I gave you enough time to correct yourself, yet you chose to not listen."

"I-I'm sorry, please forgive me sweethe-"

Another whack

"Don't sweetheart me! you're gonna take what I give you." you gritted your teeth, "I'm gonna give you 15 spankings. Count at each hit."

Eddie whimpered in response. You were just getting started.

He counted at each blow you gave to his ass. Each time he got to another number, the more his words got louder. When it was all over, Eddie was breathing heavily. You gave him some time to recuperate from his punishment. You rubbed some cream on his ass to numb the pain. At least you weren't a complete monster.

After 5 minutes, Eddie's breathing slowed down to a normal speed.

"On your back. Hands at your sides"

Eddie nodded and slowly maneuvered his way onto his back. He hissed as his still sore ass connected to the bed. You slowly took off your clothing, wanting to tease him. Eddie stared at your naked body through lidded eyes. His cock dripped precum onto his stomach. He looked painfully hard. Just how you like him. Soon you were naked and extremely wet at your previous ministrations. Making Eddie beg and cry out made your pussy pulse in anticipation. You could feel yourself practically dripping down your thigh.

You crawled on top of him, pussy grazing his cock slightly, which resulted in Eddie letting out a low groan.

"Stick your fucking tongue out and eat me out like you mean it." you told him which he did quickly. You knew he'd want nothing more than to lick your pussy and give you pleasure. You hovered over his mouth before lowering yourself onto his long tongue. You tried your best not to cry out when you seated yourself on his mouth. You bit your lip and tasted blood as you gripped Eddie's hair and rode his face. Your pace was fast and uncaring for anything else but your pleasure. Your toes curled as Eddie's tongue plunged into your opening quickly.

Fuck he knew how to work that tongue.

"Fuck me with your tongue faster Eddie. I'm gonna cum all over your face, dirty slut." you gritted out as your pace quickened and your grip on Eddie's hair got rougher. You could feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, "Ah yeah, that's right, make me cum. It's the only thing your good for." you cried out.

Finally, you came all over his tongue. Your body shook and toes curled when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You detached yourself from his face and moved down to his stomach, just meters away from his hard cock. Eddie threw his head back when you reached behind yourself to play with his cock and heavy balls. He was trying his best to stay still and not thrust up into your hand. He successfully restrained himself, only letting out some moans here and there. You decided to take mercy on him and finally ride his cock.

You lifted yourself up and with painful slowness, lowered yourself onto his waiting member. You both sighed when you were connected. Eddie filled you up so deliciously. You had to restrain yourself from franticly riding him. You wanted to take it slowly for now. You slowly started moving on his dick, leaning back on your hands. His dick slipped out a couple of times from the position, but you didn't care. His cock was hitting all the right spots, though you were going slow. Gradually you quickened your pace, turning Eddie into a babbling mess. You lifted yourself up then slammed yourself down. It felt so fucking good.

"You liked that baby? you like how I can fuck you silly?" you growled out and continued to bounce on his cock with abandon.

Eddie nodded frantically and gripped at the sheets, "Y-yeah, fuck that cock baby. Oh fuck. You're so good. So, fucking good." he gasped out, brown eyes rolling back. His filthy words spurred you on, making you ride his cock frantically.

You slowed down on bouncing to grip his throat and look into his eyes. His face was so fucked out and debauched.

"You're mine. You're fucking mine, Eddie. No one else can have you." you gritted out, hand tightening around his slender neck, "Open up whore." he did as you said, and you spit into his mouth. He quickly swallowed.

"You own me baby. Do whatever you want to my body. Fuck me like I'm your slave." tears streamed down Eddie's face at the pure pleasure he was feeling. He looked so hot. Hair was sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were flushed bright red.

You were extremely close to an orgasm, and you knew Eddie was too.

"Can I cum please? I need it so bad, fuck." Eddie pleaded.

You ignored him and bounced some more until you were on the brink of an orgasm.

"Fill me up Eddie. Fill me up like the dirty slut that you are." you let out a moan and rode him as fast as you could. Eddie shook and yelled out as his hot load filled you up. His cum came out in thick spurts so you could feel his hot cum shoot up into your pussy. You soon came close after him, rubbing your clit as he fucked you through your orgasm. You didn't move off Eddie once he softened inside you. You weren't done fucking him yet even though your thighs hurt from riding him.

You slowly began moving slowly on him, earning a cry from Eddie.

"I-I can't cum again baby. Please, It's too much." Eddie grimaced but you keep riding him. His eyes went wide when he looked down at his cock being swallowed by your pussy repeatedly.

"You can and you will." you ignored his antics and focused on giving yourself pleasure.

He soon gave up trying to make you stop riding him, so he let you do what you have your way with him. Eventually Eddie groaned out his incoming orgasm and you allowed him to blow his load up into you again. You came on his cock not too long after. You felt so full. Your combined juices were leaking out of you and onto Eddie. You flopped down on Eddie's chest, completely exhausted. You two laid together in a comfortable silence.

"You know I love you right? I'd ever do anything to intentionally hurt you." Eddie finally broke the silence.

You looked into his eyes and rubbed his cheek lovingly, "I know Eddie, I was just paranoid. I love you, Eddie." you leaned up and kissed him for the first time that night. He kissed you back.

sleep deprived 😪

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