#i feel suddenly feel like really sick and tired like oh god what the fuck was in teh chicken my bro got me for lunch heeUGUH
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Okay stream over and as such no one is safe anymore from my RGGJoposting (sorry in advance), HOWEVER I did want to say...
Of course Mine Himself At Present is the furthest thing from punk, but I believe the reason he has that belt is a nod to Nakamura, who is credited with bringing punk influences to the kabuki scene. (This particular photo was taken years after Y3, but...)
By the way, Nakamura is how I found out there's a lot of stigma against sons of kabuki actors who choose to play roles of a different gender than their fathers. He comes from an established line of onnagata, so it was a big deal for him to choose to play male roles.
Arakawa was a taishu engeki actor rather than a kabuki actor, which is less steeped in tradition than kabuki, so I don't know if it would've been the same for him doing the opposite to Nakamura. But it's Neat to think of it as a concerted choice for him in terms of feeling that strong of a connection to femininity.
oh fuck yeah punk in the kabuki world WORD UP TO THE LEGEND.....
#snap chats#tumblr told me to suck a dick and deleted my response THANKS ASSHOLE#i feel suddenly feel like really sick and tired like oh god what the fuck was in teh chicken my bro got me for lunch heeUGUH#i will muster up my strength to respond tho. god no i feel really sick i gotta hurl but i wont#in any case... i love learning#i wish i could say more but thats all i can say ive always been more of a listener than a speaker#what the ufck was in that shicken oh my fucking god#great to have yo in the inbox. ALWAYS happy to see yo in teh inbox even if im a dumbass soemtimes and words fail me#like right now like how my organs are failing me jesus lord#i will try to speak.. i can see peop#ok no i cant i dont hve the brain capacity right now forgive me#the enviroment surrounding 'cross dressing' in theater is. a topic#a topic im too stupid and sick for BUT IT IS ONE.#i know men would play as women in western plays since women werent allowed to act for a long ass while#uhhh wht am i tryig to say#oh like. like the role is 'necessary' like men would need to play women cause we aint got women#but that doesnt mean its a 'respectable' position#do we get what im sayig ?? good god i hope so. im dying.#first it was too cold now im too warm but i cant tell if thats from shame my house or the hoodie i put on#ok my head hurt BYE#soryr im stupid
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You know what I never see explored?
"Not on MY watch!" Superfan Dash Baxter. The young, limnal, quarterback built like a tank and willing to hit like one.
Because let's be real here. Imagine that scenario: Dash, heading to practice with his Bros. His best friends. The team. When? Oh shit! It's PHANTOM! Best day EVER right?
Except it's NOT.
Somethings wrong. He's not as graceful as he usually is. There is no clever comebacks. He looks beat up, man. What HAPPENED? Everyone looks confused when Dash looks around. But before he can call up to him?
Phantom is Shot Out Of The SKY.
Hits the football field HARD. The entire team is already running. Full sprint. It's those fucking GIW. Already driving onto the field and tearing it up. Jumping out, weapons primed.
Phantom's not... oh god, he's not getting up.
He looks hurt. Really hurt. Those bastards are closing in.
Dash's team? Has his back. They're also fans. Friends of his. Not a single one hesitates. They put their BACKS into it and welcome these sick fucks to Tackle Practice. With a follow up of "Taste Your Own Teeth". Amity special, coach would be proud.
But Dash... fuck, he can't wail on these guys AND protect Phantom at the same time. Kwan tells him to go. Throws him his keys. His car is least shit. Dash owes him SO many pizzas for this. First pick on movies for LIFE, man.
It hurts to leave his team behind. His best friend. But Dash has to GO. He can already hear the Fentons closing in. He grabs Phantom, his HERO, and runs for his life.
Barely manages to peel out of there in time. Floors it. Calls Paulina, obviously. She and Star are doing a spa day thing. She picks up because she KNOWS he wouldn't bother her if it wasn't serious. And-!
Oh...
Oh fuck.
In the rear view mirror. The Fentons and GIW just screeched onto the road behind him. Closing distance FAST. What does he do? Paulina he can't... he WON'T hand Phantom over!
And of course she understands. For God's sake, she in LOVE with the guy. He's never heard her sound so scared and furious. They'll get phantom over her twice dead body. She and Star are making some sort of noises, chanting, and...?
Giant Amazons with swords? GHOST Amazons. Suddenly in the road, jumping over his car to attack the cars behind him. Paulina what the FUCK?? She been talking to her Abuela, APPARENTLY. Who's friends aunt's "roomate" was particularly good at communicating with the dead. So OBVIOUSLY Paulina got her to send notes and studied them in secret.
Gotta be able to speak to you future husband's family in their native language. You win brownie points. Gives her a step up. "Not the point"? It's kind of a point! Giant warrior women! Who-?
Paulina made friends while practicing.
Of course she did. Why is he even REMOTELY surprised she chose the giant terrifying Amazons to be beasties with? He's know her for years. He should know better by now.
.....he feels small asking. Hates that his voice shakes. But... but what do they DO, 'Lina?
What he hates even more is the little shake in his childhood friends voice, even though she's trying to sound certain and strong. What they Do? What they DO is Dash drives his ass the her house, gets in her BETTER car, which she is going to load up, and they leave Amity.
She has LOADS of money. All sorts of jewelry. They're very last season. Frankly, she.. she can't WAIT to pawn them if they have too. They just have to drive. Get Phantom as far away from those freaks as possible. Get help.
And? It could go so many ways from there? Paulina LOVES Phantom. How will she reconcile that with her views on Fenton? How will Dash? Seperated from their roles as "the popular ones" and "the crazy people's son". Knowing that... that Danny likes her TOO.
But she's been AWFUL to him. She said so much. DID so much.
Do the even? LIKE each other? Or just the IDEA of each other? The person they made up in their heads.
They're afraid, tired, on the run. But free from school, the expectations of others, the baked in histories of a small town. Who ARE they as people? Do they like each other? COULD they?
I want to believe that Paulina really means it. That no one is at their best in middle and high school. They say and do stupid, mean, shallow shit. Because the world presses and presses and tells them it's all they are worth. Because they don't know who they ARE yet. Because she is a child. Not yet eighteen.
And Danny isn't perfect either. He saw a pretty, pretty face and got distracted by it. Didn't see how HARD she works. How smart she is. How ambitious and brilliant at reading people.
Are they trying to get to an Embassy? To Paulina's extended Family to the south, who would most certainly take them in, and would gladly fight gods for them? Or is this a crossover? Are they going towards other Heros? Older ones?
Is Paulina planning to pull a Lois Lane and Cause Problems On Purpose? Is Dash HAUNTED by "oh fuck, Wes was right." And now knows he's gonna have just... just WALK UP TO THEM. Broad ass daylight. Like "hello, I clearly know your secret identity! Please don't kill me!"?
Whatever the plan? Danny is in the back row of Paulina's once nice, now beat to hell car, bleeding irresistibly damaging acidic ecto-blood all over the seats. Wrapped up like a mummy. Texting Tucker.
The live tweets from Amity are... An Event. A Spectacle for the ages. His parents KNOW now, have speed run their grief STRAIGHT to RAGE, directed that rage at the GIW, and gone to WAR. Once a Fenton, always a Fenton. Jazz was right. "Anti-ghost" sentience testing once a week DID pay off.
Was it a pain in the ass? Absolutely. But results don't lie. He clearly passed. Is clearly sentient, emotional, and their son. All in hard numbers they ran themselves. Will it stop them attack FULL ghosts? Jazz has no idea. But it sure did convince them to put the GIW in a hole and fill it with concrete.
Danny's getting reports of "you SHOT MY BABY!" Being shouted in public. Sam has decided to channel her frustration at being unable to help him into Full Goth Dramatic Shit Stirring. Non-waterproof mascara, disheveled hair. Clutching a picture of him. Dramatic howling and weeping in the arms of her parents.
Apparently now that he's presumed DEAD, the Mansons ALWAYS loved him. Like a SON to them. A sweet, innocent child. Their daughters friend! The GIW are monsters and child killers, they decry.
And the Red Huntress is... Oh, yikes. Yeah he should call her. Val is one more bad thing happening from her villian origin story. At least she... PROBABLY... has killed anyone yet. Note to self: when Danny can actually move torso again, buy Valerie soothing anti-stress...everything. All the things. She responds to stress by punching. Deliver from safe, non-punchable distance.
All in all? My Dash? Needs more Dash! Give the popular kids a chance to prove they aren't just cardboard cut outs! That they can grow beyond the roles high-school and society has pushed them into! Give them some trauma! Why only Danny? Spread the psychic damage!
@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe
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"i wanna Be Cool, but only if you want me to."
"want to impress you"
synopsis// everyone knows that basketball is the way to someone's heart.
pairing// satoru gojo x gn!reader
word count// 3.8k
contents// college au, basketball au, mutual unknown pining?, friends to lovers?, gojo is a loser, obligatory this is for you and misses
notes// lu wanted a basketball au so lu gets a basketball au. also obviously inspired by the basketball scene in jjk s2 anywho this is just kinda short n goofy :p also inspired by the song i wanna be cool by super whatevr. also i have no idea how basketball works and only ever played for fun so ermmm if anything is wrong bring that up with the universe !
Shoko unwillingly finds herself sitting on a random bench in the boys locker room, her arms crossed as she glares at the two boys in front of her.
“Why did you guys drag me in here?”
Geto speaks up first: “In my defense, this is all on Satoru, and I have no part in this.”
“You still dragged me in here, did you not?”
“…Yes.”
“Then you took part in it.”
Gojo smiles as he smacks Geto on the back. “Exactly! You’re my accomplice.”
Shoko rolls her eyes. “Again, why did you guys drag me in here?”
“A presentation!”
“A presentation I have nothing to do with,” Geto chimes in as he takes a seat beside Shoko.
She briefly raises her eyebrow at Geto before directing it toward Gojo. “A presentation?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t see a projector or anything worth presenting here,” she says, looking around the room unamused.
“A presentation minus the actual presenting part...”
“So you dragged me in here just to talk to me?”
Geto leans in and whispers, “He actually wants to ask you something.”
Gojo stomps his foot like he’s about to throw a tantrum. “Geto shut up!”
“Can you just hurry up, Gojo?" She asks impatiently. “It reeks of axe body spray in here; I think it might actually kill me.”
He ignores her dramatics because, honestly, she’s not wrong. “You're coming to our game tonight, right?”
“I mean, yeah? Who isn't? It's the biggest game of the season.”
Geto adds, “That's what I said!”
“Do you know if Y/N is going?”
“Is that what you seriously dragged me in here for? Why didn't you just ask Y/N themself? You guys are friends, are you not?”
“Well yeah!” Gojo mumbles sheepishly, “But when I asked, they said maybe...”
“That means no,” Geto says quickly through a cough, as if trying to cover it up.
Gojo hears anyway and outstretches his arms toward Geto as if trying to draw attention toward him. “Exactly!” He then brings his hands in front of his face in a praying motion and begs, “Shoko, please!”
“Oh my fucking god, I don't know why you don't just ask them out already.”
“That's what I'm trying to do! But in order to do that, I kinda need them to go to tonight's game.”
Shoko glares at Gojo for what feels like forever, and Gojo glares back like they’ve suddenly entered a staring contest, and it’s Shoko who breaks eye contact first.
She sighs and pushes the hair out of her face as she mumbles, “God, you're lucky I'm tired of both of you pining after each other.”
“Thank you, Shoko!” he beams. “Also here.”
Shoko takes whatever Gojo is handing her and holds it up, her eyes slightly wide as she inspects it. “…Is this your jersey?”
He nods, fully confident within himself now that Shoko has agreed to drag you to the game, but tilts his head at her because he has no idea why she’s confused. “Yeah, I want them to wear it?”
“You make me sick to my stomach, fine.”
“Shoko, do you wanna wear my jersey?” Geto suddenly asks.
She stares at him blankly, as if to ask if he really asked her that, knowing damn well she does not like him like that and she has a girlfriend, though after a few moments he finally gets the hint.
“Oh my god, not like that; I just want someone supporting me too.”
She sighs in relief, “Oh, thank god, don’t scare me like that, but yeah, fine, I’ll wear it.”
“Wait, what the hell?” Gojo exclaims, drawing Shoko’s and Geto’s attention back to him. “Shoko, would you have worn mine if I asked?”
“No.”
“What?! Why the hell not?”
“I like Geto more than I like you.”
He glares at her and quickly points out, “You're lying; if that was true, you wouldn't be helping me!”
Shoko simply shrugs and mumbles a small “bye” before getting up and leaving.
Geto stands up and takes his place next to Gojo, softly patting his back as he whispers, “Dare I say this ends our lifelong debate on who's superior?”
Gojo shrugs his hand off of him and speaks harshly through clenched teeth, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”
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“Why would I want to go watch a bunch of sweaty men fight over balls?” You mumble offhandedly, focusing your attention on netflix playing on your phone rather than on her.
“Ok, Y/N, first of all, there's only one ball, and second of all, did you forget Gojo is on the basketball team?”
You quickly turn off your phone and sit up, clasping your hands together in your lap. “….Have I ever mentioned that basketball is actually my favorite sport?”
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath, pinching her nose bridge. “You're so obvious; why haven't you told him yet?”
“Are you insane? Gojo is hot, and on the basketball team, do you know how many people he already has crushing on him? I'm literally just another name on that list.”
“Sure,” she nods, “But the difference is that you're his friend too; you have more of a chance than anyone else.”
You sigh and frown at her. “Doubt.”
Shoko shakes her head, knowing that you two could spend all day here in your dorm debating whether you have a chance or not, but that’s not what she’s here for, so she’ll let you believe what you want, knowing that (hopefully) Gojo pulling whatever it is he wants to pull will prove you wrong.
“Whatever, put this on,” she says, throwing the jersey at you.
You catch it, your mouth slightly agape as you stare at it curiously. “…Isn't this?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, is it?”
“Shoko.”
“Can you just trust me?”
“I'm literally just gonna look like another one of his groupies," you say, disdain and disappointment lacing your words as your eyes dart back and forth between her and the jersey.
She smiles, and it’s off-putting because it’s not her normal smile; no, you know, this is the smile she only wears when she’s about to drop a bomb on you. “Difference is that that's his actual jersey.”
You freeze.
“What?”
“I’ll save you a seat. Bye,” she says as she walks out of your dorm.
The slam of your door restarts your heart, and suddenly it and your mind are racing at 100 miles per hour, and the only thing you can do is word vomit despite the fact that Shoko is gone.
“What do you mean by that?! What do you mean this is his actual jersey?!” You run and fling open your door to yell out into the hallway, “Get back here!?”
Shoko is a good bit away at this point, but she still hears you call out for her and acknowledges that with a wave, yet she still keeps walking away, and you're stuck in your doorway with your chest heaving. You look back down at the jersey in your hands.
Holy shit.
Not only is this a jersey with Gojo’s number on it, but it’s his jersey. How did Shoko even get this? Did she just take it without him knowing? Too many thoughts are in your head, but there’s only one that keeps overlapping the others, there’s only one that’s consistent, only one that electrifies every neuron in your body:
Holy shit, this is Gojo’s jersey.
Fuck the questions and fuck the answers you know you won’t get; the only thing that matters to you right now is that you have and are about to wear Gojo’s jersey. You have to be dreaming; really, that’s the only logical answer, but holy fuck, if you’re dreaming, you do not plan on waking up anytime soon—or ever.
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The two teams quickly start filling up the court and taking up their respective spaces as they warm up, but Gojo, being Gojo, isn't doing that. Instead, he’s standing on the sidelines, looking in at the crowd of people starting to take their seats for the game, and his heart is racing as he searches the crowd for you, and it drops when he inevitably doesn’t find you, but he’s not discouraged, not yet at least, because the game hasn’t officially even started yet, so there’s still time for you to show up.
There’s still time.
He has to keep reminding himself that the whole time he’s warming up—now that he’s actually being forced to, though it’s a half-assed warm-up—he and his coach don’t even know whether what he’s doing could be considered a warm-up in the first place. The game is about to start any second now when Geto approaches Gojo.
“Nothing?”
Gojo’s head drops as he reluctantly shakes it.
Geto hums and searches the stands for you, but when he doesn't find you either, he tries to find the next best person, Shoko, and it's quite easy to find her considering she’s wearing Geto's jersey.
“Shoko!”
She looks down from the bleachers and sees Geto staring at her as he gestures toward Gojo, and she knows he's trying to ask where you are, but in all honesty, she has no idea either. She shrugs, and even from as high up as she is, she can hear Geto groan before grabbing Gojo by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him.
“I'm sure they’ll come, dude.”
Gojo blankly stares at Geto, an eyebrow raised skeptically, as if to say, really? but before he can verbally reply, their coach comes over and removes Geto’s hand from Gojo’s shoulder to place his own hand there.
“I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, fix it.”
Geto and Gojo tense up at his tone, full of nothing but pure determination. This isn't him asking; this is him demanding that Gojo get his shit together.
“This is the biggest game yet, and I'm not gonna let you and some petty college drama get in the way of that. You're our best player. Act like it.”
Gojo can only nod. His mouth suddenly feels dry, and it's like his throat is closing, but he tries to will the feeling away. Though his reaction is enough for his coach, who starts walking off.
Geto stares up at Gojo with his eyebrows knit, concern lacing his voice, “Gojo...”
Gojo shakes his head and takes a deep breath before flashing Geto his signature smile. “I'm fine, Geto; cmon, we got a basketball game to win.”
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To be totally honest, the reason you were running so late to the game was because you were mentally shitting your pants the entire time you were getting ready. For a good chunk of time, you just sat on your bed with the jersey laid out in front of you, staring at it. Just staring at it, that's all. Because yes, even though you said fuck the questions and fuck the answers, you very much could not do that, not when too many questions and unknown answers were flooding your brain like a dam had cracked. You think you probably would've stayed like that all day and night, missing the game entirely, if not for Shoko spam calling your phone.
“What?”
“Don't 'what' me, where the fuck are you?” She snaps through the phone.
“Uh, getting ready?”
“Y/N, the game started twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh shit,” you say, hopping off your bed and quickly grabbing the jersey.
“Yeah, oh shit! Get your ass down here!”
You don't bother saying goodbye; instead, you quickly hang up, throw the jersey on as fast as you can, and bolt out the door. The halls are empty as you race through them, and you're not surprised; everyone is already at the game—everyone but you—and you speed up your pace just a smidge more. God, you're an idiot, missing the best game of the season—okay, you don't actually care about that. God, you're an idiot, missing seeing Gojo and maybe getting answers on how Shoko obtained his jersey—that's better.
You get to the gym in record time, slightly surprised at how quickly you got there, but you ignore that as you try to catch your breath before walking in and try to prepare yourself for the amount of noise that will assault your ears when you do. You can already hear how loud it is; the walls not doing very much at all to muffle the yells of people. You walk in and wince slightly at the noise as you look around for Shoko. She immediately finds you and waves her hand in the air for you to find, as does Utahime, who's sitting next to her. You smile and quickly make your way toward them, apologizing to the people you pushed through to get to them in the first place. You take your seat next to Shoko with a sigh.
“What did I miss?” you ask, leaning forward slightly just so you can look at both Utahime and Shoko.
Utahime has a small grimace on her face, and Shoko merely motions toward the scoreboard, and the minute you look, your jaw drops. Gojo’s team was losing. No. Losing isn't even the right word here; they were getting absolutely destroyed. They had zero points—none at all. You look back toward the two girls in disbelief.
“What the fuck?”
“Gojo is literally sucking so much ass that it's throwing everyone else off,” Utahime says with a shrug before glancing down at your clothes. “Are you wearing his jersey?”
You clear your throat awkwardly and look away, ignoring the smirk on Shoko's face.
“So, uh, do we know why Gojo’s sucking ass?” You ask after a brief moment of silence.
“Nope,” Utahime responds with a shake of her head.
“I do,” Shoko says nonchalantly.
Your head snaps back toward her. “What? Why?”
“Yeah, you didn't tell me either!”
Shoko rolls her eyes and ignores both of you as she loudly calls out to Gojo, who, by some grace of god, hears her over the hundreds of other people yelling for him. Gojo’s eyes immediately find hers, and he watches how she subtly jerks her head to the side, and like some angel descended from the heavens, like a god showing itself in a moment of dire, he looks and finds you sitting there in his jersey, and he can't help the smile on his face, can't help how just your presence lit a fire underneath him, can't help how just seeing you gave him his pep back in his step.
Gojo finds Geto’s eyes on the court and nods determinedly. They are winning this game, whether it's the last thing Gojo does. He's not going to look like a fool in front of you. So that's exactly what Gojo does. Once the second period starts, Gojo steals back the ball with a new sudden ease, and by halftime, he’s gotten the team caught up to the other one, starting the third period with a tie.
“How the hell did he do that? I thought you guys said he sucked!”
“Aw man, I was rooting for the other team,” Utahime says, frowning, and you have to resist the urge to chew her out in defense of Gojo.
Shoko shrugs. “He was till you know…”
You stare at her blankly. “No, I don't know, actually. Care to enlighten me?”
“No, I do not,” she says before turning to Utahime. “And don't worry, they're only tied; there's still a chance the other team will win.”
Utahime cheerfully hums as she rests her head on Shoko’s shoulder. “You’re right!”
“Don't encourage her to root for the other team?!”
Utahime sticks her tongue out at you, and before any of you can say anything else, a loud buzzer rings across the gym, indicating a point was made, and to your delight, it was for Gojo’s team. For the rest of the third period, it was just buzzer after buzzer as Gojo’s team took back their rightful place on the scoreboard, completely smashing the other team into the ground, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. Watching Gojo in his element was doing detrimental things to your crush on him, only making it worse, but you can't even seem to care. Shoko looks over to you and laughs.
“I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”
You scoff. “Shut up!”
Down on the court, they had just started their last two-minute break between third and fourth period, with the coaches gathering their respective teams into a huddle.
“Alright guys,” Gojo’s coach began, “Keep your heads in the game; we’re taking this victory home, got it?”
All the boys nod hurriedly, and the coach leaves them to do what they need to before the last period starts, but Gojo doesn’t let them get far.
“Whatever fucking happens, I'm getting that last score, got it?”
Everyone on the team exchanges uneasy glances, and Geto rolls his eyes and sighs before apologizing for Gojo.
“He just has a plan and wants to do something, guys.”
The boys nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.
“If you guys mess this up for me, I swear to god, I will make you wish you were never born,” Gojo says with his usual smile, but in this case, all his smile does is make him seem feral.
Geto slaps Gojo across the back of his head and huffs, “He doesn’t mean that, don't worry.”
“Oh, I fucking mean it.”
“Gojo, shut the fuck up.”
Before anyone else can say anything, the timer goes off, and into the last minutes of the game they go. As the game goes on, everyone is on the edge of their seat, even if deep down they know who will win. You and Utahime are no exception to this, but apparently Shoko is.
“Why the fuck are you guys on the edge of your seats? It's obvious we’re gonna win.”
You go to glare at her but can’t even hold your stare long enough because you're so enthralled by the game. “Still, it's so nervewracking!”
Utahime laughs. “I'm only on the edge of my seat because I want the other team to win.”
“Why are you such a hater, dude?” you ask defensively.
Utahime doesn’t mind; she knows all too well about your little crush on Gojo, so she doesn’t take offense to your tone. “When it comes to Gojo, I'm always a hater.”
You finally find it in you to glare at her. “I hope Shoko breaks up with you.”
She rolls her eyes and glares back. “Oh, haha, you're so mature.”
You say nothing but stick your tongue out at her childishly, and she does the same, to which Shoko groans and rolls her eyes before grabbing both of your heads and turning them to face the game.
“You can fight after the game; there's only a few seconds left.”
Gojo glances at the time and realizes it’s now or never. He finds that Geto has the ball and calls out for him. Geto, on the other hand, hesitates to pass him the ball, with a look on his face asking if he really wants to do this, and Gojo can only nod. How could he not want to do this? This is the only thing he can do; it's not like he knows how to ask someone out the normal way, so this will do; it has to. Gojo tries to control his breathing as he makes his way to the hoop, the ball dribbling in tune with his heartbeat, and nothing matters to him in that moment except you and scoring—his surroundings completely drowning out. Everyone holds their breath waiting for him to shoot, and right before he does, his eyes lock onto yours.
“This is for you, Y/N!” He yells out as he shoots, and…
And he misses.
Horribly.
And there's no chance for him to redeem himself because the minute the ball hits the ground, the buzzer goes off, indicating the end of the game, and everyone seemingly ignores whatever the fuck he just did and erupts into an uproar at the fact that they won regardless of Gojo’s miss.
“What-“
Shoko slaps a hand over her mouth, attempting and failing to hold in her laughter. “Did he just fucking miss?”
Utahime is hunched over, her head between her knees, laughing. “Oh my fucking god, he's an idiot!”
You blink, not moving, not saying anything, but with how hard Shoko is laughing and Utahime leaning against her as she laughs as well, Shoko ends up bumping into you, and she instantly grows quiet, her head snapping toward you.
“Oh, why are you still here?”
“Huh?”
"Why aren’t you down there?” she asks, pointing down to the court.
“Am… Am I supposed to be?”
“Uh duh!” Utahime speaks up, peeking out from behind Shoko. “He made that shot for you! Well, he missed that shot for you.”
“Oh,” you say blankly. “Oh. Oh shit.”
You stood up abruptly, and with how fast you went down the bleachers, you almost tripped once you made it onto the ground. You quickly catch yourself, and the moment you look up to find Gojo, he’s already standing right in front of you.
“You're-you're wearing my jersey,” he says breathlessly, but not in a I-can’t-breathe way, more in a holy-shit-my-crush-is-actually-wearing-my-jersey way.
You swallow thickly and nod. Your gaze flickers down to the jersey before going back to his face. “I am.”
“You are.”
“What was that Gojo?”
He seems to grimace at your question. “Ah, well, you see, I was actually gonna say if I make this, you owe me a date, but that’s a really long sentence to shout, and what if I didn’t make it? That would’ve been so embarrassing.”
You laugh under your breath. “Gojo, you didn’t make it regardless.”
He frowns. “Don’t remind me.”
You smile and push a strand of hair stuck to his forehead out of the way, watching how he blushes furiously at your touch, and it makes your heart swoon. Who knew the confident number-one basketball player could crumble so readily under your touch?
“You know, I’m still more than happy to owe you a date.”
He smirks as he pulls you closer toward him by your waist and coos, “Yeah?"
“Yeah… But get the hell off of me, Gojo; you’re sweaty and you stink,” you grumble as you push against his chest, trying to free yourself.
Gojo ignores you and pulls you in closer (if even possible), his body engulfing yours as he rubs his face against yours, making sure his sweat rubs off on you too.
You struggle against his hold. “Gojo gross!”
“Sorry, I can't hear you over the people. What are you saying? Hug you closer?”
“Gojo, don’t you dare.”
You hear him chuckle before rubbing up against you again, and you groan but stop resisting, which he hums happily at before starting to pull away. You watch how his face abruptly twists into feigned disgust.
"Ew, Y/N, get the hell off of me; you’re sweaty and you stink,” he mocks as he pushes you out of his hold.
“I hate you.”
“If you hated me, you wouldn’t be going on a date with me,” he singsongily says.
“Yeah, not anymore,” you mumble with a wry smile as you start walking away.
“Hey, wait, Y/N, come back!”
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Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader
A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.
MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.
WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX
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It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.
He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.
Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke.
This is wrong.
Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.
“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.
“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.
“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.
“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.
“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought.
Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.
“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck.
“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.
A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.
“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.
Six months.
Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.
“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.
He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise.
Rubies.
I always said his eyes were rubies.
Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.
Rubies.
Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.
I love you.
It would be so easy to say.
“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.
“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.
“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.
“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.
“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.
“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.
“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.
Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.
“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.
“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.
Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.
“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.
The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable.
Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me.
As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.
My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.
Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.
“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.
Rubies, full of warmth.
“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.
I miss this. I miss him.
“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.
“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.
“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”
My heart hitches.
“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.” The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.
“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.
“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.
“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.
“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.
“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.
Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.
Yet diamonds fall from rubies.
“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching.
And all I can do is nod.
Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.
“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home.
Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar.
Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses.
Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.
“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.
“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.
“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.
“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.
“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.
“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.
My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.
“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.
“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.
“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.
“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.
Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.
“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.
The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much.
Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts.
Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.
Like he never left.
I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.
Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.
“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man.
“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.
I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.
A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.
“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.
“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.
“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.
Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.
And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.
“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.
The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away.
Then, its relentless.
The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.
“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.
“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.
“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.
“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.
“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.
I break, legs spasming as I gush.
But Kastuki doesn’t stop.
Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.
“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.
But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.
“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.
“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.
An eyebrow raises.
“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.
“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.
“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.
Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.
“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach.
-BONUS-
“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.
“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.
“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.
“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.
“Katsuki!”
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Don't Be a Sweat
Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader
Genre: Smut & Fluff
Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.
Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)
A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!
Minors dni
Smut under the cut
The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.
"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,
"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."
"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.
"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"
"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.
"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.
"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."
"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."
You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.
Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.
Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.
"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.
The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names, embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.
“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.
You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”
You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.
“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”
“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”
“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.
“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.
“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”
“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”
His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.
“Sis, you told her about that?”
“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”
Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.
“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”
“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.
“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.
You plopped back down on the bed.
“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”
“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.
“What? BF/N be serious here.”
She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.
“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”
She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.
“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”
“…night.”
You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)
Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.
“Oh, its you, what do you want?”
“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”
“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.
You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.
“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”
“No…um…”
“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”
Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.
“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”
“What ?”
“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.
“What are you-“
“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.
“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”
“Shut up.”
He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.
“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”
“…fine”
“Good.”
You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.
“That was such BS.”
“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”
“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”
“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”
“What do you want me to do.”
“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.
He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.
“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”
“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”
Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.
“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”
“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”
“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”
You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.
“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”
You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.
“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.
He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”
“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”
Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.
xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.
You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.
__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.
Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.
“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”
He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.
“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.
“Leave me alone.”
“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”
“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.
“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”
Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.
“I-I don’t hate you…”
“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”
Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.
His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.
“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.
“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.
“No…please don’t stop.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”
He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.
“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”
“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”
Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.
“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”
He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.
“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”
You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.
“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”
He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.
“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”
“…yes…please…”
“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.
“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”
You grinned a bit at his begging.
“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”
He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.
“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.
You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.
“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”
He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.
“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.
“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”
His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.
“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.
“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.
“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”
He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.
“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”
He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.
“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.
“Of course, baby.”
He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.
“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.
“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”
He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.
“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.
“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”
“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”
He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.
“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”
He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.
“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”
“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”
His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.
“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.
“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”
You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.
“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”
He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”
He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.
“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”
“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.
“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”
“…yeah”
He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.
“Are you still horny Yuyu?”
“Yea but that was my last condom.”
“So, you are a little slut huh?”
“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.
“…Are you clean?”
“Of course, what kinda question is that?”
“…well, I am too.”
“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.
“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”
That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.
“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”
He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.
“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”
You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.
He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.
“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”
“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”
You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.
“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.
“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.
“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”
The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.
“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.
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cw: fem reader with she/her pronouns, zbaby and child talk.
"What if they don't like me?"
Osamu turns so suddenly that you're afraid he's going to swerve the car, humor drained from his face.
"They like 'tsumu." He stares at you a bit too long before looking back at the road. Luckily, out here in farm land, in between acres of crops, there's no one else driving.
You glance over your shoulder, expecting his twin to defend himself, but the instead the blonde is slumped in his chair, neck cocked oddly to the side. Despite your attempt to fight it, a smile creeps up on the corners of your lips. Even with drool on his cheek and a bit of a snore, he's beautiful.
"If our friends like him, they'll like anyone," Osamu clarifies.
Osamu is beautiful too, of course. They are twins; it would be strange for you not to find them both attractive, but Osamu doesn't glow like Atsumu does. Not to you, anyway.
You've spent a lot of time looking at their faces. Both men have round cheek bones and low nose bridges, with the same copper skin all year round, but Osamu's nose doesn't crinkle when he laughs, Osamu doesnt hum when he's thinking, and Osamu certainly doesn't look at you with a smile so bright it's as if he's staring into the sun.
You turn back around and stare at the road, flustered by your own romantic waxing.
"Can I talk to you about something?"
Osamu's hands squeak against the pleather steering wheel. "Sure. Why not?"
"I like your brother a lot, but-"
"Oh, fucking shit, fuck," Osamu's eyes are wide, cursing low as to not waking up the man in question, "You're breaking up with him?"
"No! No, I'm so in lo-" you stop yourself for admitting to that, "Things are good. We are good."
"Thank fucking god," Osamu sighs. "He's having a lot of fun with you."
That sentence does nothing to calm the sick feeling in your stomach. You pick at the edge of your dress, pulling away loose strings and nonexistent pieces of lint.
"That's my worry." The road continues straight, almost disappearing into the distance, but a house ha come into view, perched upon all this land, "Osamu, I'm really serious about your brother. I think I wanna marry him one day."
Osamu was your friend before you even knew his brother. At first, he seemed to dislike your relationship, but lately, he's warmed up to it. His hand pats your knee with the platonic warmth, "And that's bad because...?"
"I'm worried he's just having fun with me," you admit, "I don't know if he ever wants to settle down and get married or have kids or-"
Osamu cuts you off with a thunderous, booming bark of a laugh.
"'samu!" Atsumu pokes his head between the front seats with a whine. "You scared me."
"Oh, cram it." Osamu's wiping a tear from his cheek, "Blame your girlfriend for being so funny."
Atsumu squeezes your shoulder with a hum, still drowsy. "She's fucking hilarious."
You watch Osamu, hoping for an explanation, but he just raises his eyebrows and bites his lip, shoulders bouncing with silent laughter. Is he laughing at you? Is this why he didn't want you dating his brother?
The two of them talk a little as the house gets closer and closer, but you can't bring yourself to say anything until the tires start to crunch on the pebbled driveway.
"It's Kiba, right?"
"Kita," Atsumu corrects, "And Aran and his wife and Suna and his Komori are coming too,"
"Can't believe I'm the last single one," Osamu laments.
"You're practically fucking your restaurant,"
"You're married to the store."
You and Atsumu quip at the same time. He laughs, reaching to grab your hand, but you don't connect with him. Osamu's laughter is still ringing in your ears.
Is it that stupid to want to be with Atsumu? Maybe you do need to break up.
When Osamu parks the car, a man is already waiting on the porch. His hair is a salt and pepper splattering, stark against his deeply tanned skin. He has the calm presence that you were told about; you can feel it the second you step out of the car.
"Kita!" Osamu greets.
"Welcome. It's so nice to-"
The slam of the bar door and Atsumu's voice cuts him off. "Where's my girl?"
A puff of curly grey hair streaks from the front door and barrels its way down the dirt driveway, barefoot and dress akimbo. You barely have time to realize it's a child before she's launched herself into Atsumu's awaiting arms. He catches her with ease, twirling her around in a circle as they both dissolve into laughter.
"Stormy girl!"
"Uncle Atsumu!" she giggles,"Throw me! Throw me!"
He squats down a bit and then launches up, tossing the little girl into the air and immediately catching her again. He does that a couple times, laughing all the way.
"Again! Again!"
"Later," he nestles her into his side easily, despite her much too be to be carried, "Me and your aunt over there will play with you all you want, okay?"
You melt a bit. Aunt- as if you're already family.
Kita, who's clearly her father the more you look at the both of them, just sighs, amused. "Please remember that you cannot throw the baby like that."
"Kita-san! I'm not gonna throw the baby!" Atsumu says with mock offense, "I'm just gonna sniff her little head."
"What?' Osamu gawks, turning ro you in horror.
"Don'tcha know babies smell good?" Atsumu turns to you too, "He's hopeless, huh?"
The glimmer in his eye makes your stomach flip flop. He looks so good like this, hair tussled and a baby on his hip.
"Hopeless," you agree.
The other other men start chatting, heading in towards the house, but Atsumu heads to you.
"Baby, this one right here is my favorite girl in the world," he gestures to Kita's daughter, "Stormy girl, this is my girlfriend. Say hi."
"Hi, Miss Girlfriend," she says, "Nice to meet you."
"Aww, you have such nice manners," you say, "It's nice to meet you too, Stormy."
"That's not really my name. Uncle Atsumu is just silly." She wriggles until he lets her down, "Wanna see my baby sister? She's too tiny to walk, so we gotta go to her."
"Please say yes-" Atsumu whispers not so quietly, "I've been dying to hold this stupid baby."
A warmth overtakes your earlier worries. "I'd love that."
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Hours later, after everyone has arrived and dinner is long finished, the whole group is gathered in the living room. Aran, Suna, Kiba- you almost have their names down - are all reminiscing about high school as their partners mingle to themselves. Atsumu is on the couch, pinned in place by a sleeping six year old across his lap and a fussy baby in his arms. Somehow, he still looks peaceful and content.
"I hate to admit it," Osamu saddles up beside you, qine glass in hand, "Baby head does have a good smell."
"Yeah," you agree.
"About your concern earlier... He'd marry you today if he could," Osamu continues quietly, "He's been telling Ma about how much he loves you."
An elbow bumps against your side. "He's not afraid to say it like you are."
You titter a bit over that, embarrassed but glowing at the thought of being loved back, "I'll say it soon."
"Just be careful," Osamu takes a long drink, "He's gonna have baby fever for the next month, so you better set an alarm for birth control or whatever."
You look at your boyfriend as he stares down at blissed out smile.
"Maybe I want a baby too."
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Sick!Sevika x reader Hcs
🥀A/n: back on my bullshit‼️
🥀Cw: fluff, comfort, kinda angsty but only if u tilt your head, put on glasses, and squint
🥀Character(s): Sevika x reader
sick? her? she still has to do silco's dirty work, she doesn't have time to be sick- or weak in any form
sevika absolutely overworks herself when she's sick, i said what i said. she practically doesn't believe in weakness, and thinks she can just "push through" the natural way
she can be so stubborn about self care, it genuinely makes you want to scream
there isn't exactly good healthcare in the undercity, but she absolutely seems like the type to take 15 advil and call it a day. she might evn try taking shimmer to "boost her immune system" pls stop her
you have to practically force her to bed, sevika could be seconds away from collapse and still claim that she's "fine", but with enough pleading she'd take a break
it isn't long before she just passes out though
at first, sevika would be a liiitle bit irritated at your worries, claiming that she can handle herself, but feels bad once she realizes how much you genuinely care. she does NOT have an appetite when she's sick but would, begrudgingly, at least try to eat if you asked
she gets headaches a lot. this is just a personal hc, but i really feel like she would get a bunch of tension headaches. sevika HATES them so much, and would be really appreciative of massages
its one of the few ways to actually get her to relax when she's feeling unwell, just say a few sweet words and start rubbing her upper back and she'll practically melt (but she'll never admit it ;)
sevika isn't used to having someone take care of her, and will try her best to make it up to you
that being said, she's not above trapping you in bed with her all day for cuddles- she doesn't care about germs, she just wants you close to her
i feel like she wouldn't be the talkative type when she's sick, and would be a lot more affectionate. you are NOT leaving the bed, she's practically clinging to you with her arm thrown over your body
will respect your wishes to not kiss on the mouth, and gives you a lot of forehead and hand kisses
she has an adorable sneeze. i think it's hilarious when tough, strong characters just have this adorable chipmunk sneeze.
pretty pliant when it comes to taking medicine and other forms of healing, and once she isn't sick anymore she definitely pampers you (more than usual) to pay you back
"y'dont have to do that, doll," Sevika murmurs as you massage her neck, her voice raspy from exhaustion. "i know, but i want to," you reply, gently kissing the top of her head as you apply some more pressure to her spine. she sighs, leaning backwards into your touch ever so slightly. the chair she's sitting on creaks as you continue your ministrations, relaxing all of the knots in her muscles and working away at all of the excess tension. Sevika suddenly inhales sharply and you pause, worrying that you hurt her, only for her to sneeze softly. "oh my god Sev..."
"don't start."
"was that your sneeze?" Sevika grumbles, turning away from you as you giggle. "its so cute! who would've known..."
"shut up."
"aww, but you love me, don't you Sev?" Sevika sighs, turning around to face you on the chair. she gently grabs your face, pulling you down to her level where she kisses your forehead. "f'course i do, brat. now shut up and finish my massage, i'm tired." you chuckle again at her prickly attitude before giving a mock salute. "yes ma'am!" Sevika mutters a few words under her breath that sound suspiciously like brat, and not cute, but turns around and eases back into your touch anyways. her back muscles ripple as you supply relief to her sore spots.
fuck, what a woman. how you pulled her you will never know. Sevika suddenly bursts into a coughing fit, chest heaving slightly as she leans forward to steady herself. "shit, that doesn't sound pleasant," you say, and Sevika merely turns and rolls her eyes. "when's the last time you've slept?" you ask accusingly, and Sevika, failing to supply you with an acceptable answer, proceeds to stand up and follow you as you practically drag her to bed.
"you, my dear, need rest". you accentuate the last word, and watch as your lover smirks at you. "only if you join me," she quips, and you don't even hesitate before crawling into bed next to her. your so weak for her, it isn't even funny. Sevika pulls you close, your back up against her chest and her arm thrown across your body. you can feel her breathe on your neck, and you swear you hear her say, "i love you".
"what was that, Sev?" you tease, already feeling exhaustion weigh on your eyelids. "go to sleep," she grumbles, pressing a hasty kiss to the back of your neck.
"i love you too."
guess whos sick rn 😔 i thrive off of reverse comfort it isn't even funny. ANYWAYS hope yall enjoyed!!!!!! i loooove sevika soo much.
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Yandere!Killua X Hunter!Reader
Tw ; Yandere shit, gore (idk what to add)
KILLUA IS A CHILD IN THIS AND SO IS READER. SO ITS NOTHING ELSE THAN KISSING AND HUGGING AND CUDDLING.
Yet all of this could off been avoided, everything could off been avoided if you didn’t go to the hunter exam. Everything, every last detail, every single word you said to both of them but here the fuck you are. Hugging the person who is absolutely obsessed with you, yes you don’t know but still.. its such a horrible move but you’re here with gon, Killua can’t just confess his love for you in front of gon or that blonde guy and black hair guy! That would make it awkward as well. But You were worried sick about killua, you even came with gon and uh, Kurapika and Le- Leorio.. Doesn’t that mean you care about him? If he even thinks about it, he gets this weird feeling. Killua doesn’t like that weird feeling at all.
“Kil! You’re bruised?! Are you okay?!”
“Oh..oh im fine..”
“You don’t look fine!”
“Oh shut up gon!…”
Killua said embarrassed as his reddening face got called out by gon, again. Leorio and kurapika smiled at the three, adoring this scene as it played. They both started to laugh a bit.. Just because he gets red around you, doesn’t mean shit! Doesn’t mean he has a crush on you, not at all. That’s weird! Super duper weird! But, but seeing you get even more worried for him, was making him weak.. isn’t that a bad sign?! Being weak is bad, right..? Yea! It is! He can’t stand you making him suddenly weak, just because you care about him doesn’t matter! Doesn’t mean anything either.. God, maybe Killua was head over heels for you, maybe he would just.. confess his love, maybe. And maybe! You’ll say yes and you two could live happily, away from his family too… god he wanted that. He didn’t want his fucked up family to take you away, nor take him away from you. He can’t stand being away fro- What is he thinking! He just met you, maybe a few weeks ago! Or a month ago! He can’t be talking like this about you. Ugh..
“Let’s go already, my mother may already be heading this way.”
“Oh! Okay!”
“What is your mother like anyways?”
That made Killua’s gears turning. He started to rant about his mother doing stuff, crazy stuff. Might i add.. Walking past the servants or whatever and kept talking as gon and you said bye and ran after him, Kurapika and leorio doing the same but walking. When You five got outside, kurapika started to speak, sorta talking over Killua but Killua didn’t mind as along as he got to look at you really, maybe he’s realizing he’s obsessed.. maybe he is! Maybe he’s gonna try stopping himself from doing anything.
After the two left, Killua was already talking to gon about him beating hisoka. He tried to show how far away gon was from hisoka as well, making sure gon knows.
“What about you?”
Gon asked before Killua immediately made the line medium size.. Killua thought he was so humble, yea right but it made you laugh. He.. he made you laugh right?! That counts, he made you laugh… god he was going to think this over in his head over and over, gon groaned as he let out another sigh, not knowing what to do even. Before Killua suggested to go to heavens arena, which both of you and gon found that going to heavens arena was a good idea! Even if you both don’t even know what heavens arena is..
You three got the tickets online, and was on the airline as soon as it was there. Both gon and killua talking, sometimes you adding in as well.. as you were just tired from going to killua’s house even! God, opening those big ass doors were horrible for you and your back.. you yawned before leaning back into your seat, finally falling asleep as Killua and Gon were talking until Killua noticed you sleeping and he stared at you sleeping so peacefully.. he felt sorta at peace for that at least you were sleeping and not hurt. He zoned out really before Gon snapped him out of it really.
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Im tired soso, Everything i do will have a part two prob😭😭 but have this my bbys, finally getting into my hxh stuff😊🫶
— Aki.. Akira… Loggi.. Logging… off..
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Heated dispute, solved by the cause.
14+
You and Rin got into a heated argument that caused you to leave, and somehow end up in Sae’s house?
CONTAINS: angst, slight force/aggression, swearing
Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader FT. Itoshi Sae
WORD COUNT: 1708 CHARACTER COUNT: 7304
Rin has been rather busy with his Soccer career. This wasn’t exactly new to you as this has happened a lot in the past, it’s just that you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong or out of character. You see, Rin always manages to “give” you what you want despite his busy schedule. A hug? Sure. A quick peck on the cheek? Why not? A quickie? Of course. But suddenly, he hasn’t been able to even hold a proper conversation with you or just give small replies.
Y/N: “Hey Rinnie? What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
*No response*
Y/N: “Rinnie??”
Rin: “Huh? Oh, just whatever.”
Y/N: “Alright then, and how was your practice match thi—”
Rin: “I'm heading out.”
Y/N: “Out? To where? Isn’t it a little late?”
Rin: “It’ll be quick..”
Y/N: “Okay, be car—”
Rin shuts the door behind him. You won’t lie to yourself it did sting a little and struck a small nerve. He isn’t usually like this. The only time you can remember he did something similar was when you went out with friends and came home at nearly dawn. Not to mention, some of them being males. Around 3-4 along with 2 females, excluding you. (He found out through your friend’s story) However you failed to mention this to Rin as you were running late to your agreed time. So of course, when you came home, reeking of alcohol, at ungodly hours. See your supposed stoic boyfriend, frowning, phone in hand. You’d be scared. Thankfully though only one word left his tired mouth; “Bed.” And that’s when the morning then came and you tried to apologise yet your dear boyfriend brushed you off. Of course it didn't last long. It had been months since this incident and hasn’t happened since. Though to your surprise. It happened. Lasting longer too. It used to be days. However it turned into weeks.
Y/N: “Rin? Dear?”
*wraps my arms around his neck from behind, whilst he sits on the couch*
Y/N: “Is something wrong?”
Rin: “No, nothing.”
Y/N: “Then how come, you’ve been colder to me?”
Rin: “It’s nothing.”
Y/N: “Are you sure, baby? Maybe I did something wrong?”
Rin: “Y/N, I told you it’s nothing.”
Y/N: “Are you really sure? I can hel—”
Rin: “God will you ever shut the fuck up?!”
*I let go of him and stand back, letting out a gasp*
Y/N: “What?...”
Rin: “All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk! I'm SICK of your stupid voice!”
Y/N: “What do you mean?? You literally have to be lulled to sleep by it..!”
Rin: “Well not anymore! I’m tired of you continuously bothering me. Being a literal pest. I’m so fucking done.”
Y/N: “D-done..?”
*Thousands if not millions of thoughts ran through my mind. Every single reply and outcome I could think of coming in. “You want to break up?” “But I just want to take care of you” “I’m giving you the love you deserve and you say I’m a bother?” “Are we gonna end like this?” “Fuck you.” “Is it really my fault?” “Fuck..I—
Y/N: “I'm leaving.”
*Rin suddenly stands up*
Rin: “What?”
Y/N: “I said I’m leaving. Y-you said I’m a bother, a fucking pest to you, then since I love you so fucking much, I’ll leave and give you the space you want.”
*Rin froze. He stood there, staring me dead in the eye.*
Rin: “Fine then. Fucking leave.”
*What the fuck..? Did I just say that? N-no.. I-I don’t mean it.. That’s not what I was meant to say..!”
*I started to clench my fist and scurry towards our shared room, shouting:*
Y/N: “Fine!”
*I packed my bag, tears falling out of my eyes. He….really said that to me? He meant it. He fucking did. Shit. Are we going to break up? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu— phone notification— Instagram: itoshisae_ added to their story —
Doorbell rings
Sae: “Oh shit, Y/N. Come inside”
*hands you a towel*
Sae: deep sigh “Let me guess? Rin?”
*I nod, drying my hair. And slowly tearing up*
Y/N: “Yeah… He— We, got quite heated, during a small talk”
Sae: “Doesn’t seem to be that small for you to leave without an umbrella during a storm, huh?”
You just smile and look down on the tile flooring. Watching the drops fall down from your hair, creating a small puddle. Then feeling your cheeks get rolled on by tears, the aching feeling in your chest worsening by the second.
Sae: “Come on, tell me what happened. I mean, why would you think of coming to my house out of all places?”
Y/N: “Well—...”
*I end up explaining to Sae what happened, and the events of the past weeks. He just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished, He just said:*
Sae: “I might be a part of the problem”
Y/N: “No, I already know you are. N-no offense... You’ve been part of something else since the beginning of our relationship, and it never gets us to this point.”
Sae: “No no, I mean the “current” problem”
Y/N: “Huh?”
Sae: “Well, since about a few weeks ago, I was invited to Blue Lock to train the supposed “future of Japan Soccer”. However, during the practice match, Rin’s team didn’t win against mine. And I don’t know exactly what triggered him but he suddenly came and held me by my shirt. I told him to quit soccer if he doesn’t plan on improving even one bit and brushed off his hand.”
Y/N: “What? Seriously..? I-I mean I know you both aren’t on great terms and all, but did you really have to say that??”
Sae: “Rin isn’t the type to “just” start. He needs a concrete reason for it. And the fact that I told him such, probably could be part of your current argument. Though in all honesty, I just want him to improve even more. A little push as his older brother.”
Y/N: “I guess…B-but did it have to be that harsh? You technically pointed out that certain things, such as that could potentially trigger him…”
Sae: “Like I said, a little push for him.”
Y/N: “Then that wouldn’t make any sense. Why did it get so bad? Over something that he mostly opens up to me about. Like I know he wants to have, and he does have, that “strong” persona and all but… Still I-...” sigh
Sae: “I’m not too sure about this, though I think I need to ask you about it,”
Y/N: “What is it?”
Sae: “Before all this and the past years you’ve been together, whenever he opens up to you. Is it a lot? Does he start feeling vulnerable and sensitive?”
Y/N: “Yeah, he does.”
Sae: “When was the last time he opened up?”
Y/N: “A little while back, actually, just before he started being cold.”
Sae: “Ah, there it is. I think Rin might be going through a lot again. And since he talks to you a lot about these sensitive topics, he probably thinks you’re—”
Y/N: “Tired of him? N-no, no never…”
Sae: “There, at least you understand now.”
Y/N: “And I’m guessing his way of coping is, ignoring and lashing out on me… Huh.”
Sae: “Exactly… Now, you should probably get ready for bed. I have a spare room upstairs a door after mine, talk to Rin in th—”
The door bursts open. Rin stands there, drenched in rain. Clutching the door, his eyes looking red. But you can’t really tell if it’s from the rain entering his eyeballs or he has been crying.
Y/N: “R-Rin?”
Rin: “What the fuck are you doing here.”
*my voice both raised and husky*
Y/N: “I came to see—”
*He cuts me off.*
Rin: “Sae? chuckles SAE!? You know how much I fucking hate him and yet I find out you look for him whenever we have an argument?!”
Y/N: “This is the first time! And besides where the fuck do you expect me to go during a storm? Everyone lives farther off in the city or in the suburbs and I can’t really show up at a hotel looking like this now can I?! What!? You would rather have found me dead instead of alive and staying at your brother’s place?”
*Rin pauses and takes heavy breaths. Before he took my arm and held it up.*
Rin: “You’re coming with me.”
Y/N: “No!”
*I took his hand off my arm.*
Y/N: “Not until you calm down.”
*Rin doesn’t respond and just stares at me. With eyes fuel of negativity. Anger, jealousy, and deep sorrow. However if anyone can look directly at his soul, it would be me. And despite his showing anger, glowed with relief. So much that I just hugged him, ignoring his brother.”
Sae: “Alright now, both of you get ready for bed. I’ll set up your room… For two. Calm down and settle your little fight in the morning.”
Y/N: “Yeah yeah, sure… Thanks, Sae.”
*Sae just nodded and proceeded upstairs, leaving me and Rin alone.*
Y/N: “Look I’m sorry I left, okay? I’m really sorry, I should have understood and approached you better.”
Rin: “N-no, no no no don’t apologise. Please. I-I should be saying sorry. I l-let my emotions get the better of me and bursted out on you. You were just trying to help me. Like always.. D-don’t leave me….Ever again… Please.”
*I smiled and managed to distinguish his tear falling onto my cheek from the water. He hugged me and held me close, showing no sign of letting go.*
Y/N: “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed, okay?”
Rin: nods “Okay…”
Morning shine appeared on the bed you both slept on from the large window. Its beaming rays lit up the room, and shone on your beloved boyfriend. Causing you to chuckle, as you finally confirm the cause of his eyes’ redness.
#Kamisatoqiqi#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi sae#blue lock#fandom ships#angst#x reader#x gn reader#x gn y/n#x fem!reader#x male reader#m4f#M4M#m4a
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ꕥ Genshin Impact ꕥ boyfriend headcanons, Inazuma edition~ part one.
This is a two part one cuz there’s a lot of characters and my brain only lets me write so many in one go >_<
I’m currently in the process of preparing to move in the next few months and hopefully starting a mortician apprenticeship so I’m exciteeddddd
Summary: Just head-canons about the Inazuma hotties :p
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, maybe a tiny bit suggestive, Gn!Reader, established relationship, not proof-read.
Characters: Heizou, Kazuha, Thoma.
Heizou~
Oh no. Suddenly I’m a criminal.
I sure hope no hot, flirty, pretty detectives come looking for me >:)
We all know how, um, Suggestive this man is.
He’s absolutely not subtle about his feelings towards you.
Always giving you little compliments followed by a wink.
He somehow manages to know exactly how to turn you into a giggling puddle within the first 20 minutes of hanging out.
Takes you on surprisingly? Very romantic dates!
His favourite is to bring you on a picnic under the Sakura’s or a quiet night with you both wrapped up in a blanket reading crime novels or cases he wants to share with you!
He doesn’t get jealous often.
Man has a EGO.
But on the rare occasion that he does, you can bet your ass that he’s going to be snarky as all fuck.
Not to you of course.
No no-
He’ll probably be overly clingy and flirty with you!
More than usual-
But the offending person will quickly get the idea that they’re on the receiving side of his wrath.
Might outright call them stupid hfkvjfod.
He’s into fishnets.
I’m sorry (I’m not) but he wears them too much for me to not believe this man would break the second he see’s you wearing them~
Also handcuffs ;)
I don’t think he’s the type to be overly protective of you.
Don’t get him wrong, he does worry!
He just know you’re capable of handling yourself in fights!
If you come back hurt, it’ll depend on the severity of how much he’ll worry.
If it’s just a few scrapes a bruises, he’ll likely patch you up while scolding you to be more careful!
“Man alive Y/N? *sigh* my occupation is ‘detective’ you know. Not doctor. Let’s try and keep it that way, hmm?”
But if it’s more serious then prepared to be babied hdhsjd
You won’t be allowed to do anything until he’s satisfied that you’ve recovered!
He’ll bring you the best food he can get his hands on in Inazuma along with cute plushies and will even work from your teapot instead of the office which makes him surprisingly more efficient-
If you ever get insecure about yourself then buckle up-
He’s prepared to give you his entire analysis on how he thinks you’re better than Celestia herself.
My guy has facts, evidence and probably a bulletin board to prove that to you!
He might be a little scared to say the special three words (aka “I love you”) at first but it doesn’t stay that way for long!
All it took was him seeing you, face first in a case file looking all disgruntled and frustrated with your nose scrunched up and his mouth spoke faster than what his brain could think.
He won’t say it all the time but he tells you at least once a day <333
He can’t bare the thought of you not knowing how much you mean to him, no matter how stubborn he is!
Kazuha~
I think I’ve made it obvious in my previous posts how pretty I think this boy is.
Like??????? Hello?????
God he would cHERISH YOU!!!
Definitely a little awkward at first but I head-canon that he’s actually really flirty!
He’s just super good at keeping it subtle enough that no one else notices shdufufuejjrifkAAAAAA
When he first started getting feelings for you Beidou referred to him as a literal love sick puppy.
He’s often sit on the end of the Crux (idk what ship parts are called) and write poems and haikus while looking up at the stars and blushing violently while thinking about you.
He definitely didn’t escape the crew’s teasing whenever he’d follow you around and seemed more giggly than usual!
Beidou was actually the one who got kinda tired of watching him run in circles so she set ya’ll up on a date without telling either of you-
Definitely said some cute poem when confessing!
“Like captured water, You hold me in your cupped hands. I flow on your palm.”
Haikus are confusing man wtf.
He definitely isn’t one for being kept in one place but it’s impossible not to notice how much longer he seems to stay around you!
And when feels the time is right for travelling again, he’ll often ask you to accompany him!
He’ll always bring you back a souvenir if you’re too busy to go with him!
Always tells you how it reminds him of you too!
Like he’ll bring back a red/pink sea shell and explain how the colour reminds him of when you blush or laugh so much your cheeks turn red.
He is protective of you but not overly.
He’ll voice his concerns about any dangerous commissions or quests you take on but if you’re insistent then instead of stopping you, he’ll accompany you!
He’s such a sweet, quiet boy so it comes to a big surprise the first time he protects you.
Actually raises his voice and shouts for you to get to safety (like when he shouted for that one dude to stop hiding)
Obviously he apologises after and explains he just wanted you to move so you didn’t get hurt :(
Completely random but I head-canon that he’s close to Yoimiya and every year for your birthday, he’ll bring you to Inazuma and take you to a really beautiful spot then set off fireworks that he planned with her!
And if you don’t like fireworks then he’ll still take you to a beautiful spot with a picnic and just watch the sunset with you~
Thoma~
Pretty boy, good boy.
House wife, even.
He doesn’t believe he deserves you :(
Reassure this boyo.
He fell head over heels from the very first moment!
Every time you talked he’d get so flustered and stutter on every other word hdjjddjd!
Ayaka obviously knew what was going on and you did as well!
The both of you made out a plan on how you would confess to him and when you did-
Oh boy-
He almost started crying ududieifjck
Hugged you so tight for like a solid 3 minutes!
Ever since then, he always picks a flower from the tea house where you both made it official and brings it home to you!!
He’s a good cook so you can bet your lucky ass that you’ll have breakfast in bed on his days off!!
He’d also help fix your clothes if they get ripped during fights!
Ayato would definitely find the situation amusing so don’t be surprised when thoma suddenly gets the day off~
He does get very easily flustered so pda would probably be kept to the minimum unless you want the poor boy melting into a blushing puddle.
He’s not overly protective of you but he does worry himself into a stupor!
Like he won’t stop you going out on commissions but the second he see’s a scratch or a bruise, it’s out with the first aid and a stern lesson on how to patch yourself up!
He’s even made a personal travel first aid bag for you!!
At night when you’re laying in bed, there’s absolutely nothing he loves more than telling you about his day or listen to your stories while you play with his hair!
You’ve both become somewhat unintentionally popular!
Not to mention the people who are just a tiiiiny bit jealous that you’re the lucky one and not them.
Which you totally don’t relish in, just a little~
He can’t help it!!
He just loves talking about you and how happy you make him! Obviously people are gonna talk about how cute y’all are :p
He’s banned you from playing the pot game.
No one really knows how but you managed to give everyone who played it a stomach ache for a solid week.
Boy also insisted on teaching you how to play chess!!
He totally hasn’t let you win a handful of times just because he couldn’t bare to see how sad you looked when you lost
he also just wanted the table to stay in one piece-
This man refuses to go to work or to bed without giving you a good morning or goodnight kiss!
He adores how cute you are when he reminds you that he loves you even if it’s in a simple gesture!!
Ya’ll, I haven’t slept for three days and the hat man is starting to morph into cyno.
Yes I’m totally fine :3
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I keep thinking of AU ideas at 4AM randomly so here's another!
It's a fucking time-loop AU. That's it. Just a time-loop AU.
However, there's one difference to the classic 'Y/N being in a time-loop' thing - It's Sun and Moon who are in the loop.
It starts out on Y/N's first day on the job as the assistant to the Daycare Attendant. And, y'know, things go by pretty nicely!
The first day passes, then the first week passes, and before you know it, it's been 3 months and in those 3 months the usual Y/N - DCA fanfic happens with all those ups and downs.
One night, on a cold autumn night, Y/N is driving home, tired from their day at work, but happy and content. As they drive, blissfully thinking of Sun & Moon, they realize how tired they really are. They feel drowsy, like they could fall to sleep at any moment. They think of how nice it'll be when they get home and can rest in their bed and sleep until the morning when they get to go into work and have another great day with Sun at playtime and Moon at naptime.
The sleepiness kicks in a lot more as they daydream, or- actually.. No, their just asleep now. How sweet! They fell to sleep while thinking about Sun & Moon!! Although, I feel like I'm forgetting something here..
Oh yea- THEIR STILL FUCKING ON THE ROAD- OH DEAR GOD-
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The next morning, Sun is tidying up the Daycare and preparing himself for the day as he waits for Y/N to arrive.
He sits on the balcony of his room, looking out into the Daycare, bickering with Moon a bit, when suddenly, the door opens!
Sun jumps into the ball-pit excitedly, then climbs out expecting to see Y/N. Aw, he's so excited to see them!! He looks at the door to greet Y/N, but.. it isn't Y/N.
Instead, he greets one of the workers at the Plex, finding it strange to see them since Y/N should've arrived by now, but maybe their just late?
The worker, Elliot, who is friends with Y/N, walks in and has a slightly sad look on his face.
Moon thinks that maybe he came to stand in for Y/N for today? Maybe their sick?? Sun starts wondering is they can send a get-well-soon card if they are sick, but then Elliot tells them what really happened..
Elliot, with tears in his eyes, has come to inform Sun & Moon of Y/N's unfortunate passing...
Sun is, of course, distraught and in denial, but Moon sees the way Elliot struggles to speak steadily, and instantly understands.
He understands that this is real. That this is actually happening.
And then, a couple days pass, with Sun and Moon doing their jobs, but it's obvious how this news affected them. Hell- even the younger kids notice!!
Then, one night, as they power off to charge, they think to themselves of the time they'd spent with Y/N. If they could cry in this moment, they'd be sobbing.
But then..
When they power on...
They go about the usual routine, tidying the Daycare, then sitting on their rooms balcony, thinking about things.
The door opens, and Sun jumps into the ball-pit, then climbs out to greet Elliot. Although, Elliot comes in with a second person, and a happy smile on their face which they hadn't had in a while.
Behind them, walks in Y/N!!
Of course, they think their dreaming. They approach Y/N with caution, and Elliot introduces Y/N the way they did on Y/N's first day of work.. strange... Y/N greets Sun with the same fascinated expression they'd worn on their first meeting.
Moon asks if this is real, and Sun responds with silence. This can't be real- It can't!!!
They must be dreaming their first interaction! But wait- Moon is also here.. What if- it is real?
And of course, it is! But they don't believe that. The day goes by the same way, and at naptime, Y/N is startled once again when they first see Moon. Moon avoids Y/N, just like Sun has been doing. Both attendants waiting for this bittersweet dream to end, but it doesn't.
They live through the second day, then the third, then the fourth..
The fucks going on here?
Then y'know how it goes, they live through the loop a bunch of times, angst and bittersweet moments happen, they try to figure out how to put an end to the loop and hopefully save Y/N. Maybe they need to prevent Y/N's death? Or maybe they need to do something else..?
Sometimes, Y/N starts the loop with scars they got from the previous loop's accident. Y/N gets a bit of deja vu during some special moments with Sun or Moon.
The things they'd need to do end the loop is save Y/n, but that's only one of two of the goals. The second thing they need to do to end the loop, is help Y/N remember the sort of core memories of Sun, Moon, and Y/N's relationship from before the 1st accident.
I love how much angst and heartbreak I have the ability to enforce here-
Anyways, the idea for Y/N's death may or may not have come from the one time my father almost fell to sleep while he was driving and I had to sit in the passenger seat and keep him awake.
Hope you enjoy this! I genuinely like this idea!! Mainly for the angst but we can just brush that under the rug-
I don't have a pun for this one... dammit-
#sun and moon fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#sun and moon sb#dca fandom#dcau#dca au#fnaf dca#dca sun#dca moon#daycare attendant#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf#security breach#Daycare Attendant x reader#Sundrop x y/n#sun and moon x y/n#moon x y/n#sun x y/n#moon x reader
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request for billy x (trans?)male reader do whatever you want with it >:3
Tell Me, Sweetheart.
Gif by avenging-fandoms
Desc: you, your friend, and Billy hang out for the day after ditching school. After a bit, Billy gets you alone he tells you how he really feels in a unnaturally soft moment.
Ship: Billy Hargrove x Male Reader fluff
Warnings: a very small reference to looking feminine, gets kinda steamy at the end, not reviewed, tread lightly bc I cant remember everything.
Notes: V exited for this. I'm also quiet proud. I might write a second part later if yall want. Probably one of my longest fics. Also, I tried to make it fit in to both Trans readers and Cis so-
Y/n tapped his pencil against the desk. If he had to listen to one more person drone on about their 'historical hero', he was going to lose his mind.
He glanced around the class and noticed that a few faces were missing. Richard who he knew was sick. Linsey who had 'gone to the bathroom' with her boyfriend, Mitch. Keith who was most likely skipping and stoned. And ofcourse, Billy.
Y/n was sure Billy only showed up once maybe twice to class.
Y/N knew Billy. Well, 'knew' wasnt the correct world. He had spoken to Billy maybe once or twice. He complimented Y/ns car once. Y/n had made a joke to his basketball friends and Billy laughed, patting Y/N on the shoulder. Y/N was very proud of that. He would never admit. Hell, if he did admit it, who knew what would happen. Probably, the worst possible outcome. So, the only option was to be his friend. But you couldn't right now while you were listening to fucking Timmy Little rant about Alexander Hamilton.
"Can I use the bathroom, Ms?" Y/n asked, standing up.
"Raise you hand, Mr. L/n. But yes. Make it quick." She waved you off.
You nodded, glancing to your friend with a smile. He smiled back with a wink.
Once out of that classroom, you huffed, crossing your arms. You paced a little bit, glancing around a bit to make sure there was no teachers walking by.
"Hey, man." You friend shut the door behind him.
"Hey, dork. Wanna hit up the mall or a convent store?" Y/n asked, walking with your head down as he pulled out a pack of new cigs.
"Mall. Definitely the mall." You handed your friend a cig before pulling out your own.
"Mall it I- oof" y/n had walked in to something. Something? No, someone.
He quickly backed up, looking up. "Eh, sorry uh..." it was Billy. Why did it have to be Billy?
"Sorry Billy." Y/n said, staring at him.
"Hey, dont worry about it." He smiled, taking one of your cigarettes. "Light?"
"Oh yeah." Y/n pulled out his lighter, holding it up for Billy.
"Thanks." And then he left.
Y/ns friend watched as Billy walked away and then glanced over at you.
"Really? Billy?" Y/ns friend (who's name was Justin) knew about your interests. Knew you were fruity.
"Shut up!" Y/n laughed, shoving Justin away. "What's wrong with Billy?"
"What's wrong with Billy? What isnt? You have no chance and even if you did shoot your shot, he would... well."
"Yeah, But hes pretty." You smiled and you both burst out laughing.
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Justin and Y/n sat in YNs car. Y/n groaned as he tired the key again only to be met with the sound of the car struggling to start.
Y/n shiged, sitting back in his chair. "Great. My car is dead."
"We could walk?" Justin suggested, also sitting back.
"We would have to walk all the way back here and we would still have a dead car."
"So we are shit out of luck?"
"Yep..."
Y/n let his head fall back with a loud shigh. Might aswell just go back in and stay in class.
Suddenly, there was a tap on YNs side of the car, causing him to sit up, startled.
Yn looked over, expecting a very angry teacher, but it was only Billy. Yn let out a long shigh and fell back in yn his seat.
Billy let out a chuckle. "You need help?" He smiled.
"Yes. God, yes. Thank you."
He steped back and YN steped out. Yn glanced over at Justin. He raised his eye brows and smiled, giggling.
You rolled your eyes and closed the door.
"Sorry. I didnt know the batter was so low. I let a friend borrow it the other day and... well now it's dead... "
"Dont worry about it, sweetheart."
Yn nodded. Then pause. Sweetheart? What was that about? Did he mean it? Was it a joke? Was he waiting for a reaction? Did he think Yn was... no. Definitely not. YN looked back over at Justin who just shrugged. Guess he didnt hear.
YN looked back back over at Billy, setting up the jumper cables. Jesus, who knew such a simple task could look so... Hot.
Billy steped back from the cars and then go in to his own. He started up the car and then your cat was shocked to life.
Billy got out of his car. "There you go, babe. Where are you heading."
Yn watched as Billy lick the back of his teeth. He had such strong eye contact, it was making YN nervous.
"Oh um, we are going to the mall. Probably going to buy something nice or whatever."
"The mall, huh? Mind if I tag along." Billy shut the door and walked around to your car, resting his arms on top of the car.
"Um. Yeah, definitely!" Yn smiled. Yn could felt Justin's eyes boring in to his head but Justin can trip on a knife.
Billy climbed in to the back seat and you got back in to the drivers. You rushed out of the school parking lot, desperately praying to whatever god there was that no teachers saw.
"Mind if I play something?" Billy asked, leaning over the center console to pull out the tape yn had in and push in his own. Rock filled the car. Justin was quick to sing along followed by Billy and YN.
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After a quick drive to the mall, the three of them got out and started toward the mall. YN walked between the two, joking with Justin as Billy took out a cigarette. Before he knew it, Billy's arm was being wrapped around YN's shoulder. Yn didnt say anything, though he felt like he was going to faint, but he did silently tell Justin to 'Fuck off!' When he started giving YN the 'ooooo' eyes.
Billy walked around the mall etheir touching YN, holding YNs arm to show YN something, with his arm wrapped around YNs shoulder, or very close to YN. Maybe he left YNs side once or twice but it was very rare.
YN was dying little by little. A guy the YN had a crush on for some time was finally showing him affection. It didn't help that Justin had taken it apon himself to make it worse for his so called 'best friend'.
The group found themselves in the food court eating the food the Billy payed for. Billy was right next to YN, their shoulders were practically touching. YN payed no mind as he tried to finish his burger.
Billy had finished a bit ago, not getting much else other then a thing of fries. YN watched as Billy glanced around the food court, winking at a group of girls that were also most definitely skipping. YN went back to his food, completely focused of the damn good burger he was practically making out with. That was until he felt a pressure on his thigh. He looked down to see Billy's strong hand resting there, gently rubbing his thumb across YNs jeans.
YNs face was definitely tomato red. He glanced over from Billy to Justin. Justin gave a knowing smiled before going back to his nuggets.
Billy wasnt even looking at YN . He was talking to a blond at the next table over. He gave YNs thigh a quick squeeze, almost telling him the Billy really was here just for YN.
Yn swallowed hard and went back to his burger.
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School had ended by the time you droped Justin off at home. Lucky bastard lived with his girlfriend so he didnt have to worry about nagging parents like you.
Billy had switched seats for the ride home. Arguing that because he would be switching to the front when Justin left, it only made sense that he would take the front. He also called shot gun.
So there YN was, driving back to the school to drop Billy off at his car.
"Hey sweetheart." Billy piped up, turning down the music. "Turn here."
Yn slowed, eyeing where he wanted you to turn. It was a dirt path that led down to the creak. YN and Justin would go there sometimes to get high and skip stones and bitch about life.
Yn shrugged and pulled in to the drit road, driving down a bit till he couldn't drive anymore, being stoped by the trees.
YN stopped the car, Billy was already gone, walking down the path to the creek.
Yn got out of the car, catching up to Billy. They walked in silence down to the creek. Yn occasionally glanced over at Billy who was stone faced, staring forward.
Today was a fever dream. Billy has never talked to YN before today and yet Billy was treating him like his best friend. More then his bestfriend.
The walk to the water wasn't long. Soon, they were sitting by the creek. Occasionally someone would throw a rock in to the water.
"Billy... um, why have you been so... uh..." YN swallowed. He could feel Billy's eyes staring. Yn tried to force the words out of his mouth but the right words weren't there.
"So?" Yn looked over at Billy who wore a soft smile.
"So...."
"Sweet on you?" Yn felt Billy's hand on hid back.
"Yeah."
"Why am I sweet on anyone?"
"You know I'm a guy, right?"
"Yeah."
Yn stared long in to Billy's eyes, waiting for someone to just out from the woods with a camera.
"I did know you swang that way." Yn chuckled, glancing over at the woods. Waiting.
But nothing happened. Yn's smiled fell, his lips parted slightly.
Billy took YNs chin in his pointer and thumb, guiding YN to look at him. "This isn't a joke, L/n"
"Not a joke?" Billy pulled YN closer, their noses just a inch apart. YNs face was burning red. So was Billy's.
"I see how to stare. You arnt suttle."
"You saw?" Your blush darkened.
"Every time you stared at my arms as I leaned over a girls desk. Every time you started at my lips when I smiled. The way you blushed as I laughed at your joke."
"Billy..." Yn mumbled, his voice dropping just below a whisper.
"Tell me. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you need me." His voice was rough, sending shivers up YNs spine.
"I need you. You are so handsome and so perfect. I cant stop staring..." YN mumbled, glancing away from his eyes to his lips. He pulled YN closer, pressing his lips to YN's and a soft and tender kiss.
On of Billy's hands snake around the back of YNs neck, pulling him closer. The hand on his chin left and moved to YNs waist.
YNs arms moved to Billy's shoulders, resting loosely around neck.
Justin is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.
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Kenny x reader pt 3
Warning: Swearing
Background: Its the night after the party and it's clear Kenny thought more of last night
Status: Ongoing
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'Mistake'
The day after Clyde's party was dull. There was nowhere to really go but down when you had as much excitement as you did last night. As you walk into school with a raging hangover you look around seeing almost everyone the same way. People had sunglasses on and were clearly fighting a bad headache.
You walk over to your locker and open it up staring at yourself in the small mirror inside. You looked ok but it was clear you didn't get much sleep last night. It was hard to sleep last night. Thinking about Kenny sitting in a jail cell all night while you got to go home didn't feel right. That and the fact you were about to fuck your cheating ex in Clyde's bed.
"Hey babe~," Kenny said leaning against the locker next to yours. You closed your locker and turned to him.
For a second you forgot you were mad at him. You were just so happy to see he was ok. You pull him into a tight hug which he gladly takes as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist.
"Oh my god, you're here are you ok? What happened last night?" You asked pulling back and examining him to make sure he was ok.
"I missed you too,'ma." He said with a chuckle and keeping his arms firmly planted on your waist. "Spent the night in a cell, but they let me go this morning."
"And you're ok? Nothing happened?" You asked putting your hand on his cheek.
"I'm ok. Are you ok?" He asked looking down at you with a slight smirk. That smirk suddenly made you realize what position you were in.
You quickly try to pull away but Kenny' firm grip on your waist made it difficult. "Hey where you going 'ma?" He asked with a chuckle slowly letting go of his grip allowing you to pull free.
"Look I appreciate what you did. Really I do but.." You stared and looked away avoiding his eye contact.
"But you still think I cheated on you." Kenny finished for you. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Kenny I know what I saw." You say looking up at him. "You haven't explained a thing to me."
"There's nothing to explain it was just some random girl who's trying to hook up." He said gently grabbing your wrist.
"Its not just that Kenny...you.." You started and your breath hitched. "You hurt me...you didn't let go after I told you to stop."
"Y/N I..." Kenny said letting go of your wrist and moving closer to you.
"What happened last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened." You said with a sigh.
"Would you have done that with that guy if I didnt take you?" Kenny asked quietly.
"I..I don't know." You said shamefully looking away.
Those words stung. You hadn't felt ready to have sex with Kenny for your entire relationship. Those text really fucked everything up. The thought of you only letting him sleep with you because of how drunk you were made him sick. But the thought of you sleeping with someone else made him angry.
He didn't have a right to be upset but he was. He couldn't help being upset. He would have slept with you that night and that what hurts. He was going to ruin your first time together and you both would have enjoyed it.
"Y/N I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry. Just please let me-", He started reaching out for you again.
You flinch and take a step back. "No Kenny. I can't. I don't know if you would actually hurt me or not."
"Y/N I would never-" He said but you stopped him.
"I have to go Kenny." You say turning away from him and walking away.
Kenny watched you walk away from him. Fuck how does he fix this? Were you actually scared of him? He could feel himself getting angry at himself. You flinched, he made you flinch.
"I need a fucking drink," Kenny muttered and just walked out of the school.
A/N: Hey guys sorry I've been gone for a bit I've just been very tired. Like I have been sleepy all the time. So mb about the chapter being short. Anyway thanks for reading love you all 🩷🩷
#south park x reader#south park#fanfic#south park x you#x reader#kenny mccormick#kenny mcormick x reader#south park kenny
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I have maybe a pinch of hope left...
Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!
Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.
The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character.
Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course!
...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄
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Mayor Buckman x DeadWife!Reader || Drabble
Plot: Buckman gets a visit from his sweet 💛 dead 💛 wife 💛.
Warnings: Death, talk of legal age difference. Unedited because it is 4 in the morningggg.
Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.
She was young when they married, he was almost 30 and she was just 19. When she died she was still too young, only in her own 30's. She'll always be too young.
She's too young now in fact, sitting on the edge of his bed as he wakes up from a heavy deep sleep, looking just like the she did the last time he saw her happy- before she got sick; golden on the inside, and ridiculously kind with that sweet smile on her face that always melted him.
Vaguely Buckman recognises that you shouldn't be here at all, that you're deader even then him, but he can't find it in himself to care. Not with you holding his hand in your lap again and your soft voice in his ears again. He just doesn't care.
"Hey, there, darlin'," You whisper in a voice so much quieter, so much softer then it ever had been before; gentle eyes clear of the tired fog though that had filled them all your last weeks. That took you away. "... How are you?"
"I- " How does he respond? God, he doesn't want to be a sad sack for their reunion, but he sure can't lie... not to the ghost of his wife! That could be bad, conscience-wise. "Well, uh... I'm afraid I've been thinkin', lately, sweetheart."
"Thats dangerous." You tease, your smirk as gentle as your pretty eyes. When he opens his mouth to rebound with his own remark, you giggle quietly and shake your head. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Well, um," Suddenly he moves carefully to sit up against the headboard. He feels like he should be semi-straight up to tell you this; to have this conversation with his wife. Though, you'd think if you were watching over him and the boy's then you would already know- wouldn't you?? "I, uh... n- no way to pussy foot around this one really. I, uh- well doya remember Boone?"
Recognition flickers across your face, like 'oh' and you nod. "Yeah, I like her."
"I do too, sweetheart. Um, and the thing is,... we- we're uh... we've been... she- I- " Never in his life has Buckman struggled so badly with his words. Good God. How hard is it to say he had fallen for the crazy old bitch!?-
"... I know, George." You assure him, a little amused tone in your ghostly soft voice. "We know all sorts of things, over here. We get all the news- sometimes before you do."
"You- what??" Buckman looks exasperated and baffled at you. You kill him, even decades after you're supposed to be gone. Decades after he's supposed to be gone.
Giving a dainty shrug, the movement too perfectly smooth for it to have been made be a human, you grin. "I was waiting to see if you'd be able to say it to me."
"Well, heck- I tried!"
"Yes you did. Very noble, George." He can hear the eye roll in your tone, but let's it go.
For a few moments the two of you are silent together. He feels anxiety boiling in him, but you look calm as bath water as you gaze around the room; your old bedroom. You look serene. "... So,... What do you think? Huh?"
Your gaze flickers back to him, and you give another shrug. "... you're happy?"
"... yeah, darlin'," He tells you, all gentle.
A smile spreads across your face, and you nod. "Then I'm happy."
"... really?? No sorry- I mean- you're not jealous at all?"
Here was his wife, his person. Who he was so lucky to meet, who he was so lucky to get permission to ask to keep. Who he was so lucky to have liked him back; his best friend. The mother of his children. And she was telling him that she's just... fine... with him moving on with someone else?
-Really??
Something about that jostles him. For weeks he's been agonising over this, wondering how you would react, if you would hate him for 'forgetting' you (though fuck knows, he couldn't do that even if he tried, which he would never). But you're... fine??
He's relieved, but he's also shocked. He doesn't think he could be that big if he was in her shoes.
"George... " Your voice is really as gentle as a feather right now, and he feels comforted every time you speak. Perks to being a ghost and not whatever mockery of one that he is, he guesses. "... I loved you, and I will love you in some way forever. And I know you loved me, I know. And I'm glad you were my husband. But if we're honest with each other if we lived in this modern time, we never would have even looked at each other that way. If we had the chances that people do now, if we knew the things they do, I would've found someone... my age, at the very least." You tell him, only half teasing. "And you might’ve been with Boone from the start, because come on let's be serious. We never made half the sense that you two do."
It's hard to hear, and there's a sad look on your pretty face, and he wants to gather you up and hold you tight and assure you that in a hundred lifetimes he would do the same thing by you- but he's afraid if he moves then you'll evaporate like smoke. And he can't be sure of the sentiment, as deeply as he might want to be.
With careful fingers though, you reach over and graze your fingertips over a cheek bone just like you used to; When you were both alive. You look overwhelmingly sad, then. "... you have other things to atone for, anyway... " The softness in your voice doesn't go away but a darkness descends over the room; a coldness. And- is that thunder tolling over head all of a sudden?? What on gods green earth!?-
"Huh??"
"You're gonna have to think harder if you want peace. And not, about me."
"W- wait but- Hold on, what do I gotta atone for?? Y/N- " You're beginning to fade and turn translucent, and Buckman feels a sharp fear at losing you again. "Wait, wait!- "
"Before I go- how're the boys?" Surely you already know!- But-
"They're dumbasses- I mean they're good- wait." He reaches out away from your hands and your lap where he hasn't dared to lift his hand from this entire talk, and tries to grab you. But his hand goes right through. "Wait wait, sweetheart hold on a second- How's Scarlet???"
You give a final smile. "She's wantin' her daddy to come join us. So remember what I said." Then you disappear like dust in wind, leaving only an indiscernible weight in Buckman's chest and the memory of your face and your voice clearer in his head then ever for the first time in a long time.
You forgave him... but what the hell was that last bit??
#i may be calling in sick to work today so i figured why not write this middle of the night idea??#it was nice ^^#Mayor Buckman x Reader Drabble#Mayor Buckman x Reader#Mayor Buckman#Drabble#Horror Villains#Horror Villains x Reader
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after work
bartender!nanami x fem!reader, modern au
so i found this wip from. awhile ago. and i thought I would post it just for fun. let me know what you think!
word count: 6.3k
warnings: unwanted advance from a stranger, reader feels panic
“And then she had the audacity to blame me for the mix-up! She is so bitchy.”
Propping your head up with your hand and twirling the ice around your empty glass, you listened to your coworker (and friend) go on and on and on about the work day. You were used to it, of course, because that’s how every Thursday was. When you two had decided to start ending the work week at the nearby bar to destress and rant about your job, you were relieved that you would be able to talk about all the bullshit that transpired throughout the week.
However, your friend was more than happy to take over the conversation herself, so every Thursday, you had to listen to her tell you everything that was on her mind.
Now, you couldn’t blame her. You knew exactly how she felt and all the frustrations she experienced. You were in the boat. There was absolutely nothing she complained about that you didn’t understand or had the same to say yourself.
But after about two drinks, your friend was always ready to dump all of her thoughts out for the entire bar to hear, and you couldn’t get one word in about your own work frustrations.
It wasn’t like it was the biggest deal in the world. You had been told you were a great listener before so you were happy to at least be someone your friend felt like they could talk to. And you knew better than anyone what she was going through.
So every Thursday, you downed some Moscow mules and prepared yourself for the next few hours.
“So then I go up to Kai who I thought was going to be helpful, and I start telling him what that bitch did during the whole spreadsheet debacle. Turns out they’re fucking dating. So that was fucking embarrassing.”
You actually had known that last week when you saw him sneak a kiss on her cheek in the break room. But you just hummed with a nod and kept listening.
“So now I’m like, I can’t trust anyone in this fucking office anymore. Well, except you of course,” she smiled. You shot her a small smile back.
“Anyway, the whole thing was a shit show and I fixed the spreadsheets anyway. Which made me even more pissed since I wasn’t even the one to mess them up…”
Your eyes flicked down to your glass where you were twirling the ice around with your straw thoughtlessly.
“Can I get you both anything?”
You glanced up at the bartender who was leaning on the bar top. Before you could answer, your friend beat you to it.
“Yes, another long island for the love of god,” she said dramatically, finishing with a bat of her eyelashes at the man. You didn’t blame her, though. The bartender that worked on Thursday nights was quite the dreamboat.
He nodded at your friend, then flipped his eyes to you. You smiled and gave him a “sure”. Then, you turned back to your friend to continue listening.
“And I know the whole incident shouldn’t bother me that much, you know? Like it really wouldn’t bother me except the fact that she got the promotion last quarter really sent me over the edge…”
Another Moscow mule was placed in front of you, and you gave the bartender a voiceless thank you while your friend grabbed her long island, continuing her story.
“…so I feel like she’s just been out to get me this whole time! And I’m getting really sick and tired of it. Because did I tell you about the other day in the break room? God, it was really something else…”
You were suddenly distracted by the atmosphere of the bar itself. It was never super crowded around this time on Thursdays, but today was especially quiet. Only a few people scattered here and there, the music loud and echoey as there weren’t any voices to muffle it. Well, except your friend.
Oh, how lovely it would be tomorrow to work from home. Fridays were always “work from home”, a nice break from the hectic office. You always made sure to work ahead during the week so that you could be done early on Fridays. The warm bath, a glass of wine, and cuddly pajamas were so close, yet so far. God, you could hardly wait for the moment you would close your laptop and head to the bathroom, turning on your favorite music and—
“Go ahead and close my tab, please.”
Your friend’s voice broke you out of your running thoughts, and then you watched her as she gathered her coat and purse. She smiled at you, unaware that you had just been completely spacing out and—
“I love these little dates we have,” she grabbed your arm affectionately. “It really is a weight off my chest. Well, anyway, are you going to stay longer?”
She was leaving, you realized, but you had barely touched your Moscow mule. You also needed just a moment to process your day as well, so you nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to stay a bit longer.”
She smiled at you and squeezed your arm. “Okay, get home safe! See you Monday!”
And then she was walking away, and you waved her goodbye.
A much needed sigh fell out of your lips as you turned back to your drink. You loved being the listening ear your friend needed, but some silence to yourself was always nice too.
You just sat with your thoughts for a bit, staring at the grooved bar top wood and bringing your drink up to your lips every so often. Running your fingernail through the grooves of the wood, you began to space out and enjoy the momentary silence.
“Are you alright?”
The surprising, deep voice made you jump slightly, and you flipped your head up to the presence in front of you. It was the handsome bartender, scanning you over with little emotion. He leaned his arms on the edge of the table, rolled up sleeves exposing his forearms. His blonde hair was combed back neatly, and he had rather lovely brown eyes. You made sure not to stare too long.
“Oh, yes I’m alright!” You laughed dryly, looking down at the table. “Just…lost in thought… processing, I guess…”
You probably sounded so awkward, but the bartender had never sparked a conversation before. Scratch that. It wasn’t even a conversation. He was just making sure you weren’t about to pass out at his bar.
Your eyes flipped back up to his, and he kept a deadpan look. “Your friend talks a lot.”
You should’ve been taken aback by his rather blunt comment, but you couldn’t help but actually laugh this time. The bartender picked up a whiskey glass and a towel and started polishing it.
“Um,” you started. “Yeah. She’s great but…she always has a lot to say. I don’t mind it, though.”
You took a sip of your drink that was nearing the end. You usually never went for a third, and you were starting to feel its effects quite quickly.
The bartender just continued to polish the glasses in front of him. “Surprising.”
“How come?” You questioned.
“That you can deal with that every Thursday.”
You opened your mouth, surprised again by the man’s boldness but no words came out. You had no idea what to say, and you just stared at him for a moment.
“You know we come here every Thursday?” was what came out of your mouth eventually.
“Well, not many people are in here at four o’clock on a Thursday,” he said. “And you pair are the only ones who bother to sit at the bar.”
You never noticed it before, but thinking back, you realized that he was right. The bar was always pretty empty when you guys showed up. It was only when you were leaving did it start to get crowded. So it would make sense that the main bartender noticed when the same people came in on the same day every week.
“Right,” you said, looking down into your glass. “I guess I never really noticed. But I did notice you work every Thursday.”
Which was true, but as soon as the words came out of your mouth, you panicked, realizing how the statement sounded. Quickly, you looked up and waved your hand dismissively. “Not that I was looking at you or anything!”
The man paused his cleaning and flipped his eyes to you.
Panicking even more and the influence of alcohol making you too scatterbrained, you waved your hand even more. “Uh, n-not that I wouldn’t want to look at you! I definitely would—“
The man quirked his eyebrow again, and you were a lost cause.
“No!” You stammered. “I…I’m not saying that I would look at you. I mean, I’m looking at you right now but…I just meant I don’t, like, stare at you or anything. I just noticed that…you work…every Thursday…”
You trailed off, heat from embarrassment lighting your body on fire, and you rested your forehead on the palm of your hand with a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” you closed your eyes, hoping the ground would swallow you whole. “I—“
But you were cut off with a chuckle, and you peeked out of your fingers to look at him. He looked amused, setting down the glass and towel and leaning his arms on the bar top again.
“So you do have a lot to say, then,” he joked with a soft smirk.
You blushed even more, but this time from the smile that he was giving you. He really was a dreamboat.
“Um,” you mumbled. “Sometimes, I suppose.”
Just then, a laughing couple walked up to the bar and started sitting down. The bartender glanced at them, starting to move but he glanced back at you, a look in his eye that confused you. He shouldn’t feel like he had to keep talking to you.
“You can close my tab,” you smiled at him, pushing your glass slightly forward. ���Thanks.”
You didn’t wait for him to say anything, just hopped off the stool and started putting your coat and mittens on. You heard him start to talk to the couple to get their orders. You just grabbed your purse and you were off.
But holy shit what was in those Moscow mules?
Okay, three was definitely your limit. No more than that from now on for sure. As you tipsily made your way to the door, you made sure to be careful that you walked up the two small steps with grace and concentration. Otherwise, if you tripped, everyone would surely see since there were only, what, five people in the entire place—
Your toe caught on the top step and you were about to catch yourself on the railing when…
“Ah—“
“Careful, there.”
A strong hand grabbed your elbow, steadying you and keeping you from falling flat on your face. Turning around to face your embarrassment, the bartender looked at you with amused eyes.
He pulled you up straight. “Are you okay?”
“Uh,” an embarrassed laugh escaped. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry.”
He nodded and let go of your elbow. “I came over to ask if you have a safe ride home.”
Eyebrows shooting up in surprise and panic, you waved your hand back and forth. “O-Oh! Yes, yes I’m all good. I’m going to take a cab.”
“You’re going to wait outside in this cold?” He asked, almost surprised.
Nervousness taking over and quick to reassure him, you smiled. “Yes! See, I have my mittens.”
Before you could stop yourself, you shoved your gloved hands in his face. He didn’t flinch at the action, but something flashed in his eyes.
“How about I call you a cab?” He suggested, taking your hands and moving them down away from his face. “They’re used to coming here, and that way you don’t have to wait in the cold.”
“Oh,” you said, pulling your hands to your side. “Um, you don’t have to. It’s not that cold.”
The bartender started to turn around despite your protest. “Call it a thank you for being a loyal customer.”
He gave you one last look before heading back towards the bar, and you were left shocked.
This guy is really nice, you thought. And extremely handsome—no, no don’t fall for your local bartender. You’re not that desperate.
Desperate was probably not the right word to describe it. Inexperienced and single for life were better terms, but it was rare these days that you found yourself so interested in a man. At this point in your life, when you still have never had a boyfriend or even a date in years, you felt like you had given up looking for a man. Because obviously none of them had been interested in you. So even though the bartender at first glance seemed nice, you could not let yourself daydream and get too attached to an idea that would never happen.
Though as you rode home in the cab, got home, and even as you were falling asleep, his brown eyes and small smile would not get out of your head.
———
Next Thursday, your friend had invited some other co-workers from the office to join in on your de-stress time. Word got around the office fast, and by eight o’ clock, what felt like the entire staff was at the bar.
The bar was crowded with others as well, and the normally quiet bar you thought you knew was filled with loud people and loud music. You sat squished in between your friend and another co-worker, sipping on your Moscow mule and listening to the various conversations that were happening around you.
You didn’t find yourself really going out much lately besides Thursday after work, and this was the first time in a while you were experiencing the nightlife at the bar. Your friend had actually convinced you to wear a proper “night out” outfit too, claiming you needed to let loose. After a few drinks, you were feeling a bit more comfortable in your slightly tighter and more revealing than usual clothing choices.
But you couldn’t say you were focused too much on what was happening at the table. For about the hundredth time that night, your eyes made their way over to the bar where he was, staying busy with the influx of people. His sleeves were pushed up like always, exposing his flexed forearms whenever he shook the cocktail shaker back and forth. He was so focused and sharp, and you would have never expected him to be so mesmerizing from far away.
“Hey, you good?” Your friend nudged you with a smile.
You had been spacing out. “Oh, yeah. I’m good.”
She leaned in with a mischievous smile. “By the way, you look super hot. I’ve seen Hiro look over at you a couple of times—“
“Shut up,” you cut her off with a harsh whisper. “No, he has not. Plus, I’m definitely not interested in Hiro. I can’t date someone who never remembers to zip his fly after he comes out of the bathroom.”
Your friend erupted in loud cackles and then looked down at the table. “Oh, looks like we both need another drink!”
“I got it,” said one of your co-workers who sat across the table. “I need another beer. Anyone else?”
Your friend asked for another drink, and he left to go to the bar. You watched him carefully as he stood and waited for the bartender to walk up. The bartender with lovely eyes and gorgeous everything else.
Stop it, you scolded yourself. Stop staring at him. He’s going to notice sooner or later.
You just sighed out and leaned your cheek on your hand. No matter how many times you told yourself to stop daydreaming about him, you couldn’t. That was just like you. Living out everything in your head and never in reality.
Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you.
You stayed still but glanced over at the bar. The bartender’s brown-eyed gaze was staring at you, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Your co-worker was talking to him and getting the drinks, but his eyes stayed locked with yours. A sudden heat filled your cheeks and before you could glance away, the bartender nodded at your co-worker and walked away.
A breath you didn’t know you were holding released shakily from your nose. He had seen you. He was definitely looking at you. Right? No, no way. He was not looking at you. But wasn’t he? Who else would he have been looking at? Someone behind you? No, there was a wall behind you. Maybe he was looking at the wall very intentionally and intensely.
Because there was no way he could’ve been looking at you.
But you felt them once again. His eyes from across the entire bar were like he was drawing you to look at him. Heart fluttering rapidly in your chest, you glanced over again.
Your co-worker was making his way back, trying to balance three drinks in his hand, but your eyes were on him. And his eyes were on you, that intensity from before but something else too. You couldn’t place it because no one had ever looked at you like that. But through the dim lighting, through all the people, over the heads of those that sat at the bar, he was looking right at you.
Your co-worker was at the table then, standing in front of you and putting down the drinks, thus blocking your view of the bartender. Thankfully, this got you out of your head and back into reality, giving your co-worker a smile as you slid the drink towards you.
Though looking down into the drink, something caught your eye. Two limes.
Normally, there was only one lime in the Moscow mule. As you looked down at your drink still, you felt his eyes again.
“Hey, is something wrong with the drink? You did want a Moscow mule, right?” Your co-worker said across from you as he sat down.
You looked up at him with a quick smile. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
He gave you a smile back before turning to whatever conversation was happening. You turned your eyes to the bar.
The bartender wasn’t looking at you, talking to somebody ordering a drink. But that quickly changed when you saw his eyes dart over to you for just a second, that look still making you feel flush and dizzy.
You brought the drink to your lips and took a sip. He watched you as you did, and even in the dark, you saw his eyes flash with something. But he looked away to give his attention to the busy bar.
You could so easily pass out where you were sitting.
He was…flirting with you. Maybe. Possibly?
You had no idea. All you knew was that he was most definitely looking at you and it was not helping you get over this growing semi-crush you had on him. Was really one conversation and a few glances across the bar really all it took for you to be drawn to him?
But he was looking at you, initiating the eye contact. Did that mean he was drawn to you, too?
“Hey, can you come to the bathroom with me?” Your friend leaned into your ear to talk over the loud music and chattering.
You nodded, and then she was grabbing your hand and leading you out of the mess of people when you realized the hallway to the restrooms was right next to the bar top.
He would definitely see you. Hell, he could be seeing you right now as your friend dragged you through the mess of people. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears and you were so nervous you didn’t even glance or check to see if he might have been looking at you.
As you walked through the hallway to the restrooms, you noticed the entrance to behind the bar top also opened into the hallway, but you didn’t dare look through.
The restroom was a typical bar restroom, extremely small and cramped, and you and your friend had to wait in a small line. It gave you some time to calm down, to listen to your friend’s tipsy chatter and get away from the intensity of the bar. To calm your fast heart rate and to cool your flushed cheeks. Though that was partly because of the alcohol and definitely not because of your crush.
As you were washing your hands, the bathroom was filled with tipsy, loud chatter and lots of people, so you decided to leave to minimize the crowded area. You squeezed through people and opened the door, but just then you ran into someone walking out of the men’s restroom.
With an oof, you quickly stuttered an apology and tried to move out of the way, but the person moved with you.
Surprised, you looked up at the person through the dark to mutter another apology, but the stranger was smiling down at you.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he started slurring. “What’s your name?”
Your stomach immediately felt hollow and it became hard to breathe. Where was your friend? You felt frozen, eyes darting around in a panic but he was blocking the entire hallway.
“Aw, don’t be shy,” the stranger took a step towards you. “Just tell me your name.”
Your only escape was the bathroom, so you turned around quickly to dart inside but the man was quick to move you against the wall. Feeling suddenly suffocated and frozen in fear, your voice failed to work.
His hand began to close in on you, making you step back hurriedly but the wall was in the way. “Ah—“
Another arm darted out in front of you, catching the wrist of the stranger. You recognized the arm. Toned forearms, white sleeves pushed up to the elbows. The bartender.
“Beat it,” his low voice growled at the stranger, and the stranger was gone as quickly as he came.
You let out a tense breath, feeling dizzy from the aftermath of the panic. Hell, you were feeling dizzy from so many things. The alcohol, your nervousness, your panic, your strange feelings for the bartender that was currently ducking down to meet your gaze.
“Hey, hey,” his voice floated under the loudness of the bar. “Are you okay?”
You met his concerned brown eyes despite your current frozen state, and you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Eyes growing more concerned, the bartender gently placed his hand over your upper arm, causing you to feel more present. The loudness of the bar seemed to fade, and he became the only thing you were focused on.
“Did he touch you?” He asked, eyes darting all around your face. “Did he hurt you?”
His words registered this time, and you quickly shook your head. “No,” you said quietly, almost in a whisper.
You heard him sigh quietly out of his nose, and his hand left your arm. “Where’s your friend?”
“I…don’t know,” the words came out shaky, and you felt slightly embarrassed. You didn’t want to cause anyone worry. The bartender had put an immediate stop to it. Yet apparently, you were still shaken up.
“I need to…” you put a shaky hand up to your forehead and swallowed thickly. “I need—“
The bartender put his hand back up to your upper arm and his other one went to your elbow, ducking down further to meet your wandering, panicky eyes.
“Hey,” he said. “You’re safe now.”
You looked into his eyes, truly this time. They were so serious and honest, and his hold on you made you feel safe. Calmer. Still holding eye contact, you took a deep breath in and out.
“I’m sorry,” you said reflexively. “I didn’t mean to—“
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the bartender interrupted you. “Nothing at all.”
Your heart swelled with gratitude, allowing another breath to escape you. “Thank you, really, thank you so much…um…”
“Nanami,” he said. “Kento Nanami.”
A small smile shaped your lips. “Thank you, Nanami.”
Just then, the bathroom door opened. “Oh—hey, what’s going on?”
Your friend had finally made her way out of the bathroom, moving to stand in front of her and pushing the bartender to the side. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
You must have looked shaken up. “I’m okay,” you reassured her, the shakiness of your voice slowly disappearing. “I just—“
You both realized that Nanami had walked away just then, and you both watched as he made his way into the main part of the place where people were drinking and eating. You immediately eyed the man who had tried to make a move on you, laughing and chatting with his table and friends.
The way Nanami stalked over there would have left anyone quaking in their shoes. You started to walk after him, not wanting to cause any trouble and your friend followed. Both of you stopped at the end of the hallway as you watched Nanami grab the man by his collar and bring him up to stand at his feet.
“I thought I told you to beat it,” Nanami said, and even under the loud noise of the bar, you could tell his tone was intimidating as hell.
“H-Hey man, I thought we were cool,” the man stuttered, eyes wide in fear. “I didn’t mean to—“
“I told you to beat it,” Nanami said again, shoving the man backward and making him stumble. “That means get the hell out of my bar.”
His bar?
The man didn’t waste any time grabbing his jacket and stumbling to the exit. Nanami gave all of the man’s friends one look, and they soon stumbled after him, leaving the bar as well. The altercation had caught some people’s attention, but they quickly turned back to their conversations and meals.
“Did that sleazy guy try something with you?” Your friend said with wide eyes as she turned to you.
“Um…yeah. Outside of the bathroom,” you explained. “He was drunk.”
“Oh my god,” your friend breathed out. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t—“
“No, it’s okay,” you smiled, though you still felt slightly shaky. “Nanami—uh, the bartender handled it. I’m okay. But I think…I’m just gonna head home.”
Your friend nodded hurriedly. “Of course. Do you want me to go get your stuff? So you don’t have to explain it to everyone…”
Her thoughtfulness made you grateful as well. “Yeah, that would be good. Thank you.”
She smiled and quickly headed to where your co-workers were sitting towards the edge of the bar. Heading towards you was Nanami, and you felt nervous facing him. You had no idea how to even begin to express your gratitude.
He approached you where you stood in front of the hallway, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I’m sorry for causing a scene like that, but I don’t tolerate anything like that in my bar.”
You nodded. “It’s okay, really. I just…I really don’t know how grateful I am that you were there. Thank you…so, so much. I appreciate it so much.”
Nanami looked down at you with those serious eyes, giving you a nod. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded again. “Yeah, but I think I’m just going to head home.”
“Let me call you a cab,” Nanami said while walking past you, but not without placing his hand on the small of your back while he did. The tender action made you feel safe again.
He stood in the entrance to behind the bar top, pulling a rather dated landline off the wall and punching in a number. You stood awkwardly as people walked around you to go in and out of the bathrooms, so you decided to go stand next to Nanami while he called.
He eyed you as you nervously walked up next to him to stand in the entranceway, but you averted your eyes. You kept looking out for your friend.
“Hey, it’s Juju’s…yeah, it’s Kento…hello, Kiyo…yeah, can I—yes I’m fine…”
“Psst.”
The sudden voice behind you startled you, and you bumped into Nanami’s side as you turned around to see who had just spoken.
A man with white hair and interesting sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose you guessed was a bartender that was working leaned down and looked at you with a striking smile. You pressed further into Nanami’s side.
“Hey,” the man whispered. “Be honest, are you the chick that he’s been going on about—“
The slam of the phone on the wall startled you both, and Nanami’s sharp eyes were glaring down at the white-haired man.
“Get back to work, Gojo,” Nanami gritted through his teeth, obviously annoyed.
The man giggled and went back to making drinks, and Nanami sighed. His annoyance towards his co-worker was quite amusing, but you made sure to hide your small smile.
“The cab is on the way,” Nanami said to you.
“Thank you, really,” you said again. “Thank you so much.”
You were extremely grateful for him and his kindness, but you were so ready to go home. Nothing like that had ever happened to you, and while Nanami had swooped in to save the day, you were still having a hard time processing it all.
Just then, your friend came through the hallway and spotted you. She had your coat and purse in her arms. “Here you go. Everyone was asking what happened but I just told them that you weren’t feeling well.”
Grabbing your things from her, you smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
She gave you a smile before going in for a hug. “Take care of yourself, okay? See you Monday.”
You waved her goodbye as she went back into the bar, and then you were standing alone with Nanami once again.
“Here,” he said, and you looked to see him gesturing toward your purse.
“Oh, thanks,” you said, handing it to him to put your coat on.
But when you went to turn around to put it on, Nanami grabbed one of the sleeves and lifted it up to help you get it on easier. The sweet action made you feel flush again, and you turned around to get your purse.
“Aren’t you forgetting your mittens?” Nanami asked deadpan while handing you your purse.
You blinked at him, then burst out laughing. His comment was just what you needed to finally fully relax and break the tension you felt inside. Still laughing, you reached into your pockets and pulled your mittens. “Right here. Thanks for reminding me.”
His brown eyes glittered, but he stayed straight-faced. “I’ll go wait outside with you.”
Before you could protest, Nanami put his hand on the small of your back again and started leading you out of the loud bar. He kept you close, making sure to lead you safely through all of the people, and you made sure to keep close, too.
As he opened the door for you and the cold outside air breezed in, you turned to him while walking out. “Hey, aren’t you working right now?”
“Gojo can handle it,” he said, stopping next to the wall, and you followed. “And I can leave at whatever time I want.”
He paused for a moment before continuing. “Since I’m the owner.”
Your mouth parted slightly in surprise at his words, but Nanami continued again. “And, there should be some more people coming in for their shift soon.”
“I didn’t know you owned the bar,” You stated with interest, breath visible in the cold air as you spoke.
Nanami crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the brick wall, looking straight ahead. “Co-own. With Gojo.”
You had no idea that he was the owner of the bar along with that white-haired guy that had spoken to you. Not knowing what to say and still in slight shock from the new information, you just said, “It’s a really nice bar.”
Nanami laughed through his nose. “Thank you. I would hope you think so, at least. Since you are here every week.”
You smiled and put your hands in your pockets. “Well, you do make the best Moscow mules I’ve ever had.”
Nanami looked down at you at your words, and the look in his eyes made your heart flutter again.
But his forearms that he had crossed over his chest caught your eyes, goosebumps lining them. You gasped, taking a step towards him. “Where is your coat?”
He looked at you, confused for a moment before shrugging. “I’m fine.”
Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his arms and uncrossed them. You reached for his hands and pressed them together, holding them in between your gloved hands.
“You’re going to catch cold,” you said, staring at his hands in yours.
The reality of what you had just done hit you like a brick. Why in the hell would you grab him like that? Why the hell were you currently holding his hands? The boldness of your actions was so, so unlike you and all you could do was just stare at his hands in between your soft, pink mittens.
Nanami didn’t say anything either. You two stood in silence, the sound of people walking on the sidewalk and traffic zooming by filling the air. But your eyes stayed locked, frozen in a moment of something like intimacy.
“What’s your name?” Nanami blurted out.
It was only now you realized he didn’t even know your name. You told him, and his eyes lit up for a second before breaking eye contact and looking out over your head. “Good to know.”
You smiled then and looked down so he couldn’t see. You felt like you smiled way too much around him.
(Though little did you know, he had glanced down at you, saw the sweet smile on your face, and had to stop his smile, too.)
“Um,” you spoke up, looking at him once again. “Did you always want to own a bar?”
“No,” Nanami said with a straight face. “I was talked into it.”
Confused by his statement, you stared at him to continue. “After I graduated from college, my classmate Gojo, who you saw, convinced me to take on the endeavor with him. So we opened the bar right here and the rest is history.”
A playful grin made it’s way to your face. “So, I guess you owe Gojo your success then?”
Nanami stayed stoic. “I suppose. But I would never say that to him. I would hate to see his ego inflate even more.”
You laughed and nodded in understanding. “I see.”
The sound of a cab slowly pulling up to the curb made both you and Nanami turn.
“There’s Kiyo,” Nanami mumbled, and you let go of his hands and let yours fall to your side.
The window of the cab pulled down and a man leaned over. “Hey there Mr. Nanami!”
Glancing up at Nanami, you let him lead you to the cab with his hand returning to the small of your back again. You noticed the kind-looking cab driver who seemed to know Nanami well.
“How’s the evening going, Mr. Nanami? Busy tonight?” Kiyo peered through the window at Nanami.
Nanami grabbed the handle of the cab door. “Get her home safe, Kiyo.
Nanami opened the door and you started to make your way in, but you felt an urgency once more. Like you couldn’t just leave him. Not yet.
Nanami’s arm rested on the top of the cab door, but you quickly turned around and opened your mouth to speak, the proximity rather close as you began.
“Nanami, thank you again,” your heart was beating in your ears. “You’re very kind.”
The proximity was a lot closer than you had anticipated, but you just stood there, staring into those brown eyes that you knew you wouldn’t stop thinking about all night. Nanami was staring right back at you too, eyebrows slightly raised.
Then he opened his mouth, closed it, and tore his eyes away. “Of course. Any time.”
Was it just the trick of the streetlights, or was Nanami…blushing?
You felt your cheeks warm too, and then you smiled. “Um, o-okay. Well, have a good night.”
Nanami only met your eyes for a second. “You too. Get home safe.”
You finally ducked under the door frame and settled in the back of the cab. Getting on your seatbelt, Nanami gave you one last look and one last small smile as he shut the door. Then, he poked his head in the passenger window.
“I mean it, Kiyo. Get her home safe.”
“Roger that, Mr. Nanami!”
Then, the cab rolled away, and you had to fight back from turning around in your seat to take one last look at Nanami. Instead, you leaned your head on the window, trying to calm your heart and the feeling in your stomach.
“Are you and Mr. Nanami friends or something?”
The cab driver was asking you a question. Friends? “Uh, no, not really. He just…makes sure I have a ride home sometimes.”
Kiyo made a face you could see in the rearview mirror. “Huh. Funny.”
“What’s funny?” You decided to inquire.
Kiyo laughed lightly. “Oh, nothing. It’s just Mr. Nanami isn’t usually so…concerned about his customers. He must really like you. Anyway, what’s the destination?”
He must really like you. Whatever that meant, it made your heart flutter. You gave Kiyo the directions and leaned your head back on the window, watching the downtown go by.
The feeling of him never left you the entire night.
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