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bedroom-dreams · 1 year

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First kiss with Enhypen’s Hyung Line

Pairing: Enhypen's Hyung Line x reader (f in Heeseung's and neutral in the rest)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: kissing, mention of food in Heeseung's

Word Count: 1.736

Song Recommendations: none for Heeseung's, Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's, Pretty Dark by Grimes for Jake's and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey for Sunghoon's.

A/N: my first work finally posted aaaaah! I spent a lot of time and care in it to make sure it was worthy and I really like the final result. I'm actually a bit nervous but also very excited to open up like this. I have a few song recommendations for the reactions but you're more than free to do as you please: there was not a song I could firmly set on Heeseung's but idc I think it really adds to it (besides, I randomly thought of assigning songs as I was finishing up so it's whatevs), Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's wink wink, Pretty Dark by Grimes feels so cuddly an ideal for Jake's part and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by LDR as I was mostly listening to it as I was writing Sunghoon's reaction and it makes my heart beat very fast how perfect this match is! Finally, I'd love love love to know what you think of it, whether good or constructive.

♡Heeseung:

It was around 1:50 am and after a day of work he’d been dying to meet up with you. He’d been praised in his vocal lessons and he’d finally finished perfecting their newest choregraphy, which he’d rewarded himself with with a bigger portion of dinner than what was usual for him. Not to mention the 50,000 won bill he’d found on the ground when leaving for the company in the morning. Life had smiled at him and he’d taken every blessing with pure excitment, but to completely wrap up his day he wanted to see his favourite girl.

You’d been dating for a few weeks but it felt as if your honeymoon phase would never find an end. Every thought of him was exciting and every time your eyes met felt groundbreaking. Imagine then the exhilaration of having him next to you.

Now you were mindlesslly strolling down the streets near his dormitory just in case it got too late. It was rather far away from downtown Seoul which allowed for the lamppost’s light to be uninterrupted, except for the occasional stray cat.

With laced hands and his hoodie on your body, your voices were down almost to a whisper to match the quietness of your surrounding and to keep both of your hearts from taking over. As you walked and conversed about both of your days the topic of you came up. “… And I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sorry for all the messages today; And thank you for coming all the way here.” He said apologeticly.

“Don’t apologize about that. My heart feels like it’ll jump out of my chest when I hear from you.” The last line was not supposed to come out, but maybe that’s some lie you told yourself in case he didn’t take those words seriously. However, the butterflies in his stomach went off almost alarmingly strong. “And thank you for inviting me all the way here, including me in today.”

“Any day with you is perfect.” And with a leap of confidence he held his gaze straight into your eyes.

And with the sparkle in your eyes and slightly open mouth from the effect he had on you, he knew this was all he needed, so he leaned in, your face mimicking his movement like a magnetic pull, which made your lips meet in the perfect axis of a delicate and telling first kiss.

♥Jay:

“This is the one I want!” You said choosing “Oh! My Mistake” by April. As beautiful as you thought the song was, you also wanted for Jay to hear those words being sung by your heart only to him.

With a hand on your back he encouraged you as he leaned back into the leather sofa, exhausted from the singing and dancing the previous dozen songs had pushed the both of you to under the pink beams of the norebang. From the windows, the droplets of the rain you hadn’t been able to escape and the light from the tall buildings of the city seemed like tiny stars envolving you in an esoteric world of your own.

No one would’ve guessed who the professional idol was from this scene alone but in that moment he just wanted to sit back and let you do your thing without coming down from the high only you provided him with.

And so the song started and from the first seconds your heart moved to the song letting yourself be moved by it, the shyness of your solo concert melting away with every count, every word you knew to be true to your feelings toward your boyfriend and every cheer he sent your way.

Even the dance moves felt freeing enough to turn around every once in a while to look at your Jay, giggling when his smiled doubled in size at the eye contact, and him, who like an enchanted person, not once directed his sight to something other than you.

Maybe it was a little bit to early to tell but looking at you, a sense of new-found responsability washed over him, a need and want to protect you from every bad thing in this world. To always preserve your twinkling eyes and special ways. He was ready for the evolving love he had always yearned for, with you.

As you said the last line and your dancing came to its end you turned around to see his fading smile, but far from any frown, he could only show adoration. You were sure all the clocks around the world stopped to gift you a moment you’d never forget as he grabbed your hand, pulling you next to him, almost on him, and with a swift and fast movement he held you by the back of your head and your waist to your first kiss.

♡Jake:

Laying under the covers, softly talking about anything with him and drowning in the atmosphere was as perfect an afternoon as it sounds. It was your first visit to Jake and his teammates’ dorms all the time you’d known him and you were in awe of everything and beyong happy he was finally sharing this part of him with you. None of the rest of the members were home either, the privacy making you want to go to the next level with him. By the way he looked at you, even when your attention was on something else, maybe today you’d get lucky.

Jake was right next to you, after all, he was the one who’d suggested to heat up this way from the cold. He hadn’t stoped smiling from the moment you appeared, especially at your excitment and curiosity. When he was with you there was no filter on his brain; whatever you wanted he gave you, whatever you asked he answered, if you smiled he smiled too and if you frowned he frowned too. The boy was shamelessly into you.

“you look so beautiful right now. Are we sure you’re real?” Jake and his mouth. not once had he not startled you with his compliments. In return you smiled and closed your eyes, suddenly aware of the short distance between you two, and complimented him back. “You say that as if you didn’t look, well, like you do.”

Actually, those were all the words that were supposed to come out but he stopped you mid-way with his kiss.

It wasn’t a long kiss or a particularly deep kiss. It was a confident and fun kiss.

What followed was a silence that lasted for as much as your breath was held in and broken with your boyfriend’s laughter.

“Jake..”

“Yes, my love.” There he was again making you melt.

“You kissed me.” And you could still feel his lips on yours, the unforgettable tingle of the flower of his love.

“Yes I did. Our first kiss. Did you like it?” Gosh… it had been perfect.

“I…” you started laughing with him at the situation.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

“I loved it.”

With Jake there was nothing to read, what you saw was what you got. No weighting out the options, just betting it all, just kissing you. In truth, if you asked him, he had actually been holding it together for a long long time, from the moment you’d accepted to go out with him he’d been fantasizing about it but after hours of uncesing loving you, under the covers and with the changing lights, he knew there was no moment better than this.

♥Sunghoon:

Ding!

The elevators doors opened and closed on the 21st floor, keeping in five of you within its four walls and dim light. No music, not even the doors made a sound. Sunghoon moved closer to you, who was in the back. His handsome features masked true feelings; he couldn’t feel his legs from the nervousness. The words of his members mixing in his head with the thousand worries romantic feeling bring and the issue consuming him: to kiss or not to kiss? The small space only leading you two to the ending of the night.

Ding!

You were now down to the 16th floor and more people flooded into the elevator squishing Sunghoon to you, who instinctively got between your body and the rest of passangers. You thanked him with a small smile, which made his pale cheeks an immediate red. Did you feel the same pressure he felt? Was it all in his head? Did you despise him for the intimacy that never came? If you did, you never showed it nor mentioned it.

Ding!

Only about 12 floors till you reached your destination, however people kept coming in. In the myriad of perfumes and colognes the only one you caught was his, now closer than ever, and it was intoxicating to the point of dizzying you against the dark wall. Like always, you didn’t know when the next time you’d see each other would be so you tried memorizing every fraction of him, never tired of being with him. You noticed Sunghoon’s body was both stiff and unresting. Was it your fault? When he caught you staring, he nervously chuckled and looked down. He was dreamy and he looked the part. Without even having time to think it through you touched his fingers, and held his hand.

Ding!

The 7th floor released some people which in turn made everyone left spread out, but not Sunghoon. He stood close to you, still making sense of your laced hands. There were no longer turmoils in him, just the peace of being with who he liked the most, and the knowledge that it was reciprocated. You didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t say anything to you. But you both felt it. A scene starring no one else.

Ding!

You had reached the main floor. As soon as the doors opened everyone walked out and the noise from the rest of the world harshly came in. When the doors closed and silence was reinstaurated, two figures remained inside. Your hearts broke at your imminent separation; you were not ready to let go. You looked at each other with no need to speak. Then, you leaned in for a kiss. It was long and beautiful. To be honest, it made him tear up a bit. Had he found the one?

A/N: omg thank you for reading it!! Which one did you like best?? I did different things for all of them so they’re all special to me hahaha. Heeseung’s was the easiest to write, Jay’s was an idea I had had for a long time and was very happy to do, Jake’s scennario was the one I was the most certain about and Sunghoon’s was the one that was the hardest for me but I ended up doing something I absolutely love and tbh I haven’t seen done before. Have a beautiful rest of your day and night, my loves <3 (and happy Halloween 🎃✨)

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inkwell-intermission · 1 year

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//caps, silliness

I saved the reblog in the drafts for now bc I got insecure about my tags and decided to leave them for later anyway I think I'll now send an ask too

I love your ref and your headcanons so much

YOUR SCOFF HAS A BAD KNEE AND USES A CANE. MY SCOUT HAS BAD KNEES AND USES A CANE (bc I've got bad knees and use a cane and SS is my blorbo).

Your Scoff. My Scout. CANE FIGHT. Deadeye and Innovator are facepalming x4 combo in the background. Demo is asking Brawler if there's a fourth cane user around because he wants to canefight too. Scout probably loses, not because Scoff has shadow magic but because Scoff's got one bad knee and Scout's got both.

3. Am I taking it correctly that in your mobswitch TS are "still" Prospitians and MC are still Dersites? Yay!!!!!!!!!! (If I'm being mistaken please don't think I'm fuck I can't pick a good word let's say judging for now you for it)

Thank you!!!!!

That would be great and accurate, Delinquent might simply try to remove a cane-shaped object from the ground and use that instead, making the fight much higher stakes if one is bludgeoned with half a lamppost lmaoo. Scoff walks with and without his cane often but usually carries it as an accessory when he isn't, it would be better for his overall health if he used it all the time, but he obviously can't walk on it when he's currently hitting people with it, and sometimes goes without for appearances sake or convenience- he's very worried about appearances and sometimes worries he'll be seen as weaker for walking with the cane, but the concern is kinda misplaced considering he can just like. beat someone to death with it if they don't take him seriously. But hes so anxious about it that even that logic doesn't help

Yes!!!! I think some people make them switch planets, which seems.... weird to me. Lik it feels kind of unnecessary and arbitrary to me, and I think it's a lot more interesting to figure out how slight changes of events would have drastically changed their personal trajectories than to just. Make a change like that. I also personally think its a bit flattening, like Prospitan good guys and Dersite bad guys. That's just not the case, definitely if you consider WV, AR, and PM, who are all of similar alignment and come from different planets. I also just like exploring how Prospit isn't all that great after all- for example, I don't think they take prisoners of war- it's usually interrogations followed by executions. Which makes sense to me from a gameplay standpoint- If your comrade as a player is captured by the enemy, it would feel unfair if they just killed them immediately- you should get a chance to rescue them. But the bad guys don't need to be afforded such a luxury- you get the information out of the spies you catch, and then get rid of them. It may seem to players that this means prison, but behind the scenes I think Prospitans can be fairly ruthless as a war force, because they're so serious about helping the players and ensuring the frog's creation, while i think Derse kind of knows the field of play is unequal, and has a slightly looser strictness in terms of allowing silly bullshit all the way up the chain. They play the villains, and definitely know it, so they have a bit of fun with it. Prospitans play to *win*, which is one reason why they'd take horrorterrors so seriously as a risk that cannot be allowed to propagate on their planet, y'know? I really like exploring Derse and Prospit in general, mobswitch is a fun way to do that, my Innovator and Scoff especially have some stuff from there that haunts them. tldr i think the Prospit/Derse switch is arbitrary and misplaced, maybe theres a way to do it well but its just not my style to make decisions like that for no substantial reason this response is a little long and im sorry for that but i really appreciate the chance to talk more about these guys! I made another post with more fun facts about Scoff here also in case you wanted to peep the horror, i super appreciate your ask and hope this isnt too long to read

#it got long but #i really like answering asks like these #<:D #hs intermission #problem sleuth #peccant scofflaw #headcanons #twilight scoundrels #tags for sorting and searching purposes usually if thats not clear i like to be organized #long post #wont put a keep reading on this one though

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seoafin · 2 years

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funeral march

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader word count: ~7.5k.....this got long warnings: blood, references to death, obligatory gojo warning, instance of accidental self harm (read on ao3)

s: six moments through megumi’s eyes; or six times megumi thinks that maybe you aren’t as bad as the company you keep

The teenager’s name is Gojo Satoru.

He towers above Megumi like a lamppost, keeps his eyes shaded with a pair of pretentious sunglasses that look out of place in every weather but sunny, and grins a little too wide whenever he glares at him, as if he’s amused at Megumi’s juvenile display of defiance, as if he knows something Megumi doesn’t.

Megumi isn’t as egoistical as if to think he knows all about the world. The ongoings of the world don’t interest him unless they pertain to him, but he makes it his business to learn what he can. In the small bubble that is his world there was once his father, and maybe the memory of being cradled in his mother’s arms, but now there’s only Tsumiki and survival.

That’s why Megumi is all too suspicious of Gojo’s timely arrival. The way he swoops in just in time before the social workers and bills and before the inquisitive looks given his and Tsumiki’s way by the adults in their building turn suspicious.

There are no coincidences in this world.

You on the other hand do all the right things. You kneel down to talk to him and Tsumiki at eye level, listening as if they have important things to say. You ask him and Tsumiki if they've eaten, if they have electricity, if they need anything, if they want anything, how they've been doing in the months his sorry excuse of a father and Tsumiki's mother vanished into thin air, leaving him with nothing but the faint sensation of a rough hand on his unruly hair.

There's nothing resembling Gojo's condescending attitude in your face, just worry and a hint of outrage in the slight furrow of your eyebrows when Tsumiki lists their dwindling utilities off her fingers with an embarrassed smile.

At seven years old Megumi knows Tsumiki is a good person.

Tsumiki is kind, trusting, and too happy all the time to have lived the life she has. On their way to school she waves and smiles at every passing adult, and they in return are charmed.

Megumi has watched her strike up conversation with the old lady who owns the corner store near them and the old man sweeping the leaves on his lawn and the postman who visits everyday while he accompanies and watches in silence, the unapproachable look on his face stifling any attempts at conversation on his end. Tsumiki also helps the old ladies that live in their dilapidated apartment building with their groceries, using the entire weight of her body to waddle up the stairs, arms full.

If anything, it’s helped throw off suspicion of the absent adult figures in their lives. He hears them gush about what an incredible child their parents have raised, prattling on while knowing nothing. Tsumiki blushes and profusely thanks them. His teeth clench.

Over and over again, Megumi is reminded of the unfairness of the world. If good people like Tsumiki are given the least, the horrible lots in life, then he has no interest in following the rules of the world. There’s no point, no order in a world that would make good people suffer.

The only person he can rely on is himself, his instincts, his judgement.

If being a jujutsu sorcerer will help her live the comfortable, worry free life she deserves then so be it. He won’t leave Tsumiki alone, won’t abandon her like their parents.

He tells you all this begrudgingly, and you listen with a contemplative look on your face. Gojo is easy to write off; Gojo makes no effort to hide what a horrible person he is. It says more about him than he probably realizes. But you fall within the bounds of how a typical responsible adult acts, like you’ve read a textbook on how to talk to traumatized children, while also treating him seriously, like an adult. He doesn’t like how he thinks he could get used to your presence. He thinks that’s reason to be even more wary. He makes a note to tell Tsumiki not to get too attached.

Gojo speaks but says nothing and hides behind his words. You say everything he should want to hear and appear to be a normal high school girl, but you are also unreadable. Megumi doesn’t know any other jujutsu sorcerers except you and Gojo, but he knows that if Gojo’s stellar, unhinged personality is the worst of them, there’s not much hope for the best, or you. He doesn’t know what kind of a person becomes a jujutsu sorcerer— either someone with everything to lose, or nothing.

He doesn’t think you fall into the first category.

“You won’t be separated from Tsumiki,” you say finally, gently, as if you’re done thoroughly digesting the information he’s given you. Gojo’s tempo forces people to follow the pace he leads; a mockery of a pied piper, leading people to places they can’t follow. You take your time, leaving others to make the decision to wait or go off themselves. And Gojo isn’t the patient type. It’s an unflattering combination. “Anything else?”

“My father’s family,” he says before he can help it. But it’s been plaguing his mind ever since Gojo called him his father’s trump card. The words leave an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Trump Card . His father’s family. Not his. The only member of his family is at the conbini buying drinks and snacks with a tall highschooler with a penchant for running his mouth and saying all the wrong things. “Will they come for me?”

Your expression doesn’t change, as cool as a lake with neither a single ripple nor disturbance. It leaves nothing for him to interpret. “They’ll want to. Your cursed technique is valuable to them.”

Valuable.

He can almost feel the shadows at his feet gather, pulsing, waiting, breathing. It’s comforting now, the way they playfully nip at his fingertips, or when he feels them lurking underneath, or when his hand brushes against something soft and smooth and cool inside the awaiting darkness.

If he was as valuable as everyone says, then why did his father leave? He bites back the anger that he feels rising into his voice, knowing that it’ll get him nowhere. He pushes it down, down, down, into the gaping hole that threatens to swallow everything he feels. The anger accumulates.

“The Zenin’s are…influential. It’s complicated.” You don’t say that because the complexities of clan politics are lost on a child, but because it really is, well, complicated. And he can tell. “But they won’t take you or separate you from Tsumiki.” There’s steel in your voice and a steady, iron gaze. “I promise.”

He’s past believing in promises, but something in your voice tells him that you’d fight to the death to ensure this one, little thing that should be of insignificant value to you.

“Have you been there?” Megumi doesn’t know why he keeps asking questions, an unspecific one at that, but you understand.

“I have. It’s an unpleasant place.” You frown, as if recalling something displeasing. It’s no place to raise children, are the words you don’t say. But then your face goes fond. “You have two cousins. I think you’d like them.”

He doesn’t waste time correcting you. The only family he has is Tsumiki.

He has cousins.

Your lips twitch. “I know it’s hard, but trust in Satoru for this one.”

Megumi blinks. “Do you?” He asks flatly. “Trust him?”

“With my life.” You say without hesitation. There’s a brief silence. Your gaze drops to the floor, remembering, and your voice is quiet when you say, “He’s one of my best friends. I’d die for him.”

Megumi doesn’t know what to say to that. Gojo doesn’t exactly inspire in him the same feelings that they do you. Or the desire to die. Die of annoyance maybe. But Gojo also doesn’t look at him the same way he looks at you.

“Alright, alright, enough of that depressing talk already,” Gojo says loudly, with a tinge of exasperation, as he strolls in the room without Tsumiki who must have quickly dispersed to the kitchen upon arrival. Speak of the devil. Megumi gets the impression he isn’t too happy. Underneath that convincingly feigned smile is a tightness that speaks to something dark and sullen, and Megumi knows with more certainty than anything that Gojo would very much prefer you alive and at his side than dead.

There’s a plastic bag clutched in his hands that’s on the counter in a second. In the next second, Gojo is sidled next to you like he never left, taking up all the space and leaving none for anyone else. You don’t seem perturbed in the slightest. Megumi thinks you should be.

There’s a teasing note in Gojo’s voice. His shoulder affectionately brushes yours. “What have I told you about scaring the children? Look at him, he’s terrified!”

Megumi stares at him blankly. Gojo insists on relegating him to child status, over and over again. Deliberately or not reminding him of his dependence, of how he’s vulnerable and all too easily overpowered by those with power and authority, and irritation bubbles up in his gut like seafoam.

You blink at him, as if actually actually considering the legitimacy of his words. Then worry fills your face. You believe Gojo. For someone as pragmatic as you are, you’re oddly gullible and susceptible to emotional manipulation, especially when it comes from the person right next to you. “I—”

Gojo doesn’t miss a beat. He places a hand on your shoulder and steers you towards the kitchen where he can hear Tsumiki opening and closing the fridge. (“Did you know that there’s a limited edition ghost pepper sakuramochi? How funny do you think it’d be to fool Ijichi into eating them? He’d definitely start crying!” “Satoru leave Ijichi alone.”)

Megumi doesn’t miss the way Gojo’s finger slides up to the collar of your shirt to your bare neck, skin on skin, in a single smooth movement that escapes your notice. It could be comforting. It’s not.

It’s unmistakably possessive and makes his skin crawl. If even possible, Megumi’s opinion of Gojo plummets even further.

“Megumi!” Tsumiki’s voice calls from the kitchen. “Help me unload everything!”

Megumi makes his way down the hall.

Gojo Satoru will lend a hand for now. He’ll deal and placate his good for nothing father’s family that hates Tsumiki and only loves what he has to offer. He’s been saved from the jaws of one predator and slotted neatly into the jaws of another, but Gojo doesn’t hide his intentions. At least Megumi knows that their relationship is one of give and take.

Gojo knows that he’s in his debt.

Gojo also knows that Megumi will never forget it either.

Megumi opens his eyes when he hears a muffled gasp, and the rustle of sheets being torn off, in the living room down the hall from his room.

Your breaths are harsh and panicked. Choked whimpers that cut straight to the heart. Megumi is getting claustrophobic just from hearing them. He quietly rises, and the two puppies sleeping peacefully at his side nuzzle into him.

He should close his eyes, and try to get a couple of more hours of sleep. He has school tomorrow.

He briefly runs his hands through soft furs and slides down to the floor.

When he reaches you in the living room, you’re bowed over on the floor, and you look sicker than he’s ever seen you. From what he can see of your face, it’s covered in a fresh sheen of sweat, and your body is wracked with fierce trembles that makes it seem as if your heart might jump out of your body.

“Sorry,” his footsteps had been quiet, but you noticed him. You don’t look up at him, but your voice is remarkably steady, contrary to your appearance. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he lies. “Should I get you water?”

“Please,” is your weak response. Megumi doesn’t know if you actually need water or if you just don’t want anyone to see you like this. He feels a little foolish for coming out, as if he could somehow help. If anybody understood the desire to be left alone, it would be him, and you were someone he wanted to get involved with as little as possible.

It wasn’t hard to form a somewhat detached relationship with Gojo, who seems more interested in his cursed technique and his potential more than anything else. It’s a relationship that suits him and his need for distance. The jujutsu world is an obligation, and by association, so is Gojo Satoru.

He takes five steps to the kitchen when he hears the door of the apartment opening.

Your voice is muffled in your knees. “It’s Satoru.”

Megumi doesn’t hide his disbelief. It’s three in the morning.

Then Megumi senses it, Gojo Satoru’s powerful presence that flares and extends, enveloping the apartment and almost immobilizing him. Faced with the absolute strength of the cursed energy, Megumi doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before. Every hair on his body prickles, on edge. Usually, the cursed energy he felt from Gojo was more muted, purposefully dialed down to an acceptable level that wouldn’t overwhelm. Even so, Megumi knew from their first meeting that Gojo was someone to never underestimate, because if there was any fact to be certain of in the world, one that could never be disputed, it was that Gojo Satoru was a power.

Worry. Distress. Slight panic. Megumi can discern it all on the usually flippant face framed by sunglasses, as Gojo crouches down, inspecting you. His entrance brings a cold briskness of the autumn night. It must have been raining outside, because the older boy's white hair is damp. You still don’t lift your face to look at him. Gojo’s expression turns pained.

“I dreamed of Suguru,” you say tonelessly, and at once the restless energy surrounding Gojo drops away. He stills, and the hand reaching out for you falters.

You shake your head, and rise on unsteady arms into a sitting position to face Gojo’s severe expression. You haven’t been crying, but you look close to it.

Megumi thinks that this is a scene he shouldn’t be witness to. There is only one person in the room Gojo has eyes for, and for now, Megumi doesn’t exist. He wonders how easily Gojo can do that; tune out the world, pretend nobody else exists. How easily it becomes to overlook other people when you stand above them. He wonders how other people feel to be on the receiving end of Gojo’s blasé stare, because he knows how he feels: insignificant.

With the precision of a practiced surgeon, Gojo easily cuts people away from his view. Instead of looking at people, he looks through them.

“Do you think Suguru’s alright?”

“You should worry about yourself,” Gojo says with more care than Megumi has ever heard come from his voice. “Shoko told you to take your sleeping pills.”

“I hate taking them,” comes your weak reply.

There’s a moment of silence. Megumi turns on his heels.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” says Gojo calmly. “Sleep with me tonight?”

You sniffle, and he catches a glimpse of your warbled smile.

Megumi retreats and comes back with a glass of water and places it on the floor. Gojo has coaxed you onto his lap where you’re curled up, but he has also positioned himself so his back is to Megumi, and you are covered away from any view but his own.

III

It’s a day like any other when Megumi and Tsumiki come home after school to see a kitchen knife embedded through the middle of your hand, and into the kitchen countertop.

Megumi blinks at the scene while Tsumiki gawks. You seem more startled to see them than they are to see you.

“Welcome home,” you say with a smile. “How was school?”

Snapping back to her senses, Tsumiki’s face pales with worry. “I—I’ll get the first aid kit!” Megumi can hear her scurrying away to the bathroom.

The apartment looks like a light burglary gone awry. Chairs and tables overturned and askew, a couple of talismans lying on the floor, and a thick miasma of cursed energy thickening the air like smog.

You’re bleeding. Just enough for you to look slightly concerned about the slight blood pooling around your hands and dripping to the floor, but you are more preoccupied with your thoughts.

“What happened?” Megumi asks apprehensively, backpack sliding off his shoulders and onto the floor. He can surmise that it’s a work of a curse, but nothing more. He thinks you should be more panicked about the fact that there is currently a knife protruding out of your hand, but you are the essence of calm. Jujutsu sorcerers probably all have their own little quirks. He expects it. Anything to relieve the stressful burden that comes with the job. But you look far too composed and unbothered. Megumi doesn't understand.

Is this a regular occurrence? Do you regularly stab yourself with kitchen knives when left alone to your own devices? If so, then he might slightly understand why Gojo constantly seeks you out, agitated when he’s gone from your side too long. Maybe he’s afraid of what’ll happen if he’s not there.

His question brings you out of your momentary stupfor. You look embarrassed. “I was going to clean, so I opened a window and one of the seals must have been blown away. A curse came in and…”

…You ended up with a knife in your hand. Megumi can discern that much. He didn’t think you stabbed yourself for the hell of it, but even so.

He feels better.

A little.

“I shouldn’t have exorcised it…” You sigh, regretfully. You shoot the open window a mournful look. "It's not often you get to see curses that able to possess the human body," you tell him conversationally, although he can tell your mind is someplace other. "Kinda like the ghosts you see in the horror movies!" You smile. "Isn't it fascinating?"

Megumi clears his throat. “Your hand is bleeding.”

You're mumbling now. "Grade 2...Satoru's residuals...bodily possession..." Your eyebrows furrow. “I need to write this dow—” Your gaze travels the room, as if for a pen and paper, and stops at your hand still currently clipped to the counter. You blink.

“Here!” Tsumiki barrels back into the room, out of breath, with a first aid kit in her arms. “There weren’t a lot of bandages inside but I found some more under the sink.” Tsumiki eyes the knife warily. “Is...is your hand going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you say soothingly, flashing her a bright smile. “Just a surface wound.”

It is, decidedly, not a surface wound, and he’s sure that even Tsumiki can tell. She nods worriedly.

You pull the knife out like nothing (which Megumi isn’t too sure about. Aren’t you supposed to keep the knife in ?) and set it down. Tsumiki winces and Megumi stares at your hand, and the blood seeping out. You quickly turn to the sink, as if to not make an even bigger mess, and make quick work of your wound, bandaging it up with practiced movements. You glance at them over your shoulder.

“How was school?”

Just when he thinks he’s gotten a grasp on who you are, you are once again, incomprehensible.

“You asked already,” Megumi says flatly, because he’s not sure what else to say.

“Are you going to see a doctor?” Tsumiki asks, unsure.

At the mention of a doctor, your face brightens as you click the first aid box shut. “I’ll visit Shoko after I clean up here.”

Megumi thinks of the high schooler currently studying to become a doctor. You had mentioned in passing the rare and revered reverse cursed technique that could utilize cursed energy to heal. Gojo who had the tendency to relate the conversation back to him smugly intercepted that he could also use the reverse cursed technique.

From what he remembers of the actual person… she had smoked two packs of cigarettes in the one afternoon she had come along with you to take him and Tsumiki to the department store.

Tsumiki’s hand comes up, fisting your shirt and stopping you in your tracks. “That’s no good!” Tsumiki urges, looking at you defiantly. “You have to go now!”

You’re taken aback, and Megumi is also surprised at Tsumiki’s unusual outburst. A single glance tells him that Tsumiki is digging her feet in, her stubbornness taking root.

Her hands are curled into fists, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Megumi doesn’t know what to do. He hates when Tsumiki cries. “W-what if the wound gets infected and—and…”

“Go,” Megumi says, looking into your eyes. He’s not worried.

He’s not worried.

You soften knowingly. He expects you to tell them they’re overreacting. That they’re children, and they’re worries are unwarranted. Instead, you bend down until you’re level with him and Tsumiki.

“Okay,” you say softly, with a small smile. “I’ll go to Shoko right now.” You pause. “Are you going to be alright for dinner?”

“I’ll cook,” Megumi replies. It can’t be too hard. He’s watched Tsumiki, and he can make the basics.

Tsumiki giggles, looking equal parts relieved and amused. “Megumi, don’t you mean I will? You burned the food last time!”

You grin at that, and he scowls. “I can clean,” he replies coolly. There’s plenty of blood to clean anyway.

You huff out a sigh, and pat both their heads. Tsumiki stares at the floor shyly, with a wide smile.

Megumi doesn’t shake your hand off.

You and Gojo have taken to sometimes sleeping on the couch in the living room. Together.

Sometimes you stay over when the late night trains have ended service. Unfortunately for Megumi, when Gojo is over, this means that Gojo will also stay the night, although he’s seen with his own eyes the way Gojo appears seemingly out of nowhere at times. He has no doubts that Gojo could easily make the trip back to the school himself, but doesn’t. And you make the bad decision of welcoming his company.

All of this happens after Gojo spouts verbose nonsense that he clearly doesn’t believe about how dangerous it is for two children and a girl barely out of high school to be staying all alone in one apartment.

(Megumi doesn’t exactly know what your cursed technique does, but he does know you once threateningly brandished your hand in front of Gojo’s face after an argument involving him eating all of the snacks stocked in the pantry. The white haired menace had pathetically yelped away, lifting a giggling Tsumiki up in the air as a makeshift shield while he pleaded for forgiveness. More useless words and promises that wouldn’t last; a prediction that came true when the next week, Gojo had once again, emptied out all the pocky. Megumi has also seen the sleek black scabbard containing the katana that you don’t like bringing to the apartment. You can take care of yourself.)

You took Gojo’s frivolous words to heart and the very next day, talismans had been placed on every wall in the apartment, and even out on the small balcony. Small rectangular papers imbued with cursed energy that radiated power. Even Megumi could tell they were particularly potent. A specialty of yours, Gojo, eyeing the one in the kitchen, had remarked to a curious Tsumiki who marveled over the “magic piece of paper.”

And when you told Gojo he didn’t have to inconvenience himself by staying over anymore, he still protested. The three of them would be much safer if he stayed too.

So the two of you curl up together on the small, but new, brown couch in the living room, and even though Megumi’s certain Gojo knows that it pulls out into a makeshift bed, he still wakes up to the two of you entwined and pressed together on the narrow plushness, your head on his chest on the folded couch.

Tsumiki must have thrown a blanket on the two during the night, but somehow throughout the course of the night, it’s fallen on the floor in a crumpled heap.

While he’s never doubted Gojo’s less than innocent intentions for you, you remain a mystery, brushing off all Tsumiki’s inquiries with a blank look and a deadpan shake of your head. Although Megumi's opinion of Gojo has never been exactly high, even he wouldn’t stoop as low as to take advantage of your asleep state.

He thinks.

Megumi is old enough to know what goes on behind closed doors between two adults; old enough to know that high school kids are the same, handsy and hormonal as evident by the older kids he sometimes sees on his way to school. Everyday highschool kids. But you and Gojo aren’t exactly normal.

The two of you are nothing like those giggling, rambunctious high schoolers, who look like the most pressing issues on their minds are the latest shonen jump and college exams.

Although he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you giggle. You’re all dry laughter and eye rolls until a particularly bad joke on Gojo’s end has warm laughter bursting from your chest, and Gojo is always unbearably smug for the rest of the day for having been the one to elicit it. Megumi’s gotten the impression that you either don’t laugh often or it’s been a while, because the first time he heard you laugh, Gojo’s eyes had gone wide behind black frames at the reclusive sound, staring at you in some sort of a daze.

Tsumiki’s already gone from the apartment. Something about meeting a friend before school. The one with freckles that sometimes comes over and compliments their new shiny apartment, as if he and Tsumiki hadn’t been a couple days from being evicted from their previous home only a couple of months ago; no parents, no money, no future.

But now he does have a future. As a jujutsu sorcerer.

“A pretty shitty job,” Gojo had called it after making a show of looking around to make sure you hadn’t been in the immediate vicinity. “But you see, the Zenin’s loveeeee their precious inherited techniques, and it looks like you’ve won in that particular department. They’ve been waiting to get their grubby little hands on you. It wouldn’t be a bad life.” A shrug. “You could do worse.”

It wouldn’t be a bad life, but it wouldn’t be a happy one either.

Megumi glared at him, and managed through gritted teeth; “You already said Tsumiki wouldn’t be happy. You said the Zenins hate non jujutsu sorcerers. I don’t want anything to do with them.”

Gojo only chuckled that same infuriating, condescending chuckle, eyes burning sapphire, both sizing him up and bearing into him with an ferocity that had him tensing. From beneath that usual veneer of casualness, there was a ruthlessness that had Megumi on edge.

“Hehe, you’re catching on brat.”

Megumi hadn’t been planning on waking the two of you up. But then Gojo opens his eyes, bright and fully cognizant, and Megumi wonders how long he’s been awake for, aware of him, quietly recharging while you sleep on top of him, his arms wrapped around you, your legs tangled together.

It doesn’t look very comfortable for Gojo, his neck uncomfortably propped up on the armrest of the couch, but Gojo looks every bit a content, preening cat, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt that’s ridden up during the night.

Gojo isn’t wearing his usual sunglasses either, so Megumi is rooted to the spot by blue depths that seem as if they’ll swallow him whole if he stares too long.

“You need money or something?"

There’s something like a smirk playing on his face, and Megumi is plummeted back to reality. He had mistakenly thought that morning drowsiness would have put a damper on Gojo’s usual obnoxiousness. He’s wrong. He also hates asking Gojo for things.

Megumi peels his lips back in a scowl, but you pick that inopportune moment to stir awake on Gojo's chest, eyes fluttering open as you slowly become animated.

"Morning," you murmur. Then your gaze slides to him, and there’s no hint of embarrassment on your face. Just sleepy recognition and traces of exhaustion as you attempt a bright smile. "Are you hungry?" You yawn. "Do you need money for lunch?"

“I’m fine.”

Tsumiki usually makes lunch, a habit originating from their more frugal days, but not today due to her hurry. He has leftover change from the last time she couldn’t though, and the coins clink together in his pocket.

But Gojo's hands are now laced together on your lower back, over your bare skin, as if to trap you there and Megumi can't help but think he's a sleaze. What kind of guy takes advantage of a sleeping girl to feel her up? But Gojo is either unaware or unashamed and he doesn't know which is worse.

Megumi fights to keep his face blank, despite his increasing disgust, but it shows because you owlishly blink at him, and Gojo’s lips curl at the edges in amusement as if he knows exactly what Megumi’s thinking.

Unashamed.

He turns away in a silent rebuke, much to your curiosity.

“Have a good day at school~!”

“The couch unfolds.”

Gojo chokes.

As he puts on his shoes in the genkan, he hears you shuffle around.

“It unfolds, Satoru! There’s a bed!”

Megumi notices that the flowers you’ve thoughtfully arranged and placed in the vase on the kitchen countertop don’t die.

It’s an attempt at making the place more “homely.” He knows that they’re real; you and Tsumiki went together to pick them out at the flower shop down the street from their new apartment. Tsumiki came back sporting the widest grin he had seen in months, and talked his ear off about all the different kinds of flowers and their meanings while you added water into the vase. When Gojo dropped by later and played the part of the attentive listener for Tsumiki, it had been almost painful to see the highschool boy’s sudden genuine interest in the conversation when the subject of your favorite flowers had been brought up.

He feels the slightest pressure emanating the flowers. It isn’t as unpleasant as it is present, and he can only feel it if he concentrates, like obscure background noise.

“The flowers,” he says to you one day while you’re helping Tsumiki with her math homework at the dining table. His own homework is already finished and inside his backpack, but he doesn’t really have anything else to do so he stays seated across from you two, watching, thinking. “What did you do to them?”

The two of you look up.

Tsumiki’s kicking legs come to a stop as she looks at him curiously. “What do you mean Megumi? What’s wrong with the flowers?”

There’s understanding in your eyes. You expected his curiosity.

“Ah,” you sound almost embarrassed. “You noticed?”

“It’s hard not to,” is his curt reply.

Tsumiki frowns. “Don’t be like that, Megumi.”

You don’t take offense to his attitude, but give him a small smile. You already gave him the rundown of curses, cursed energy, and cursed techniques with a solemn look in your eyes, as if you had been briefing a soldier about to face combat.

That was two months ago, and he found himself readily accepting your words. It made sense. He had been seeing curses for as long as he could remember, and ignored them, finding them to be a nuisance. But they were dangerous to Tsumiki, and thus warranted additional information.

“You’re finished now, Tsumiki. Why don’t you put your homework in your bag?” You suggest.

Tsumiki cheerily agrees. “I’ll go put it in my bag and take a shower!”

You watch her disappear down the hall with an almost wistful look before turning back to him. You play with the pencil in your grip, lightly pressing the sharp tip of it down into the pad of your thumb.

“It’s my cursed technique,” you say, straight to the point in a way he likes about you. You’re nothing like Gojo and his frivolous behavior and roundabout words that could be taken in five different ways depending on his mood. But somehow, you get it.

Megumi has noticed that you can always discern the truth in Gojo’s words.

Your smile turns rueful. “It’s not really an offensive technique, so I don’t feel bad using it for more mundane things. I’m a pretty unassuming jujutsu sorcerer.”

Megumi doesn’t glance at the katana tucked inside its scabbard, disguised as a shinai, leaning against the wall right next to the door. He hasn’t seen you use it yet, but only an idiot would assume you weak.

He knows vaguely about Gojo’s technique. The gist of it. Megumi regretted asking when Gojo had beamed at him and unleashed a terror of technical numbers from his mouth that an eight year old had no business understanding.

You look as if you’re struggling to put it in terms that he’ll understand. If it were Gojo he’d be offended. “I...stop things. If it makes more sense, the state of anything I touch remains constant, like it’s ‘frozen in time.’”

Megumi thinks your cursed technique is terrifying.

The flowers will never wither, never die. Forever beautiful, but also trapped for eternity. Megumi would prefer death.

You smile knowingly. It’s a self deprecating smile. “It’s horrible, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t lie, but he also softens the blow. “...A little.”

There’s a huff of laughter, granting the atmosphere brief levity, but your eyes haze over, and just like that; you’re lost in a memory. You look almost despondent, cradling one side of your face in your open palm as you stare at both him and nothing.

“In some ways, my cursed technique really is like a curse. It spoiled me. I couldn’t stand to let things and people go.” A wry smile. “I guess sometimes I still find myself thinking that things would be better if I could just keep everything...the same. I would’ve done anything.”

He doesn’t pretend to understand. There’s no point in dwelling on the past. It’s never gone well for him.

You sigh, eyes squeezing shut to banish the memory away, but when you open your eyes the haunted look is still there. The dark bags underneath your eyes are more pronounced in the dark, and he knows it’s the nightmares keeping you up. He wonders if Gojo’s blabbermouth extends to keeping you up until the late hours of the night, but something tells him that this is a pre-existing situation.

Megumi knows that Gojo has his secrets. The more a person talks, the more they have to hide. He’s sure this applies to Gojo. But you have your secrets too, while outwardly appearing perfectly sane.

This is the first time he thinks you might be even more messed up in the head than Gojo.

“Tsumiki needs photos.”

Around the three of you, kids trudge out of the school yard and through the gates, presumably to go home. You’re walking them to the apartment today. Unfortunately for Megumi, Gojo is back from a mission early and has decided to accompany you. Gojo’s gaze rakes over him, in the same way it does whenever the older boy’s been gone for a while to scrutinize Megumi’s cursed energy. It feels like a thousand prickling sensations over his body. Scrutinizing.

There are a few curious stares, but nobody gives them a second glance.

You tilt your head. “Photos?”

Gojo looks interested. “For?”

“Megumi!” Tsumiki shouts, face red, frantically waving at him to stop as she runs towards him. Several kids chime their farewells as she passes them. Tsumiki’s popular as always. If she didn’t want him to say anything then she shouldn’t have told him in the first place. “Are you telling them?” She says, when she reaches him. She turns to you two. “It’s fine, it’s really fine!”

Megumi ignores her. “Tsumiki needs photographs of you two for a school project.”

“Ah,” you murmur, thinking. Megumi can see it now, notice the slight strain in your eyebrows when the gears of your brain turn. “Just any photographs?”

“It...it would be good if they could be of you as a child, or a little younger…” she wrings her hands together nervously. “But you don’t have to!”

Gojo grins, plopping down next to Tsumiki. “Too late! Baby photos, elementary photos, shichi-go-san photos, graduation photos— you’ll be so tired of seeing my face that you’ll regret asking in the first place!”

Megumi already does.

Tsumiki giggles. “Thank you Gojo-san!”

A strange expression overcomes your face as you stay quiet. Megumi almost feels disquieted.

Tsumiki’s face turns worried. “I thought it’d be too much—”

“It’s not that,” you straighten with a smile, as if remembering where you are and who you’re with, “I’m just not sure if I have any left…” Trailing off thoughtfully, you aim a warm look at Tsumiki. “A lot of things were thrown away when my parents passed.” Megumi notices the frown on Gojo’s face. “I’ll take a look at what’s left though, okay?”

Tsumiki enthusiastically agrees.

“Besides, even if I don’t have any, I’m sure Satoru has enough for the both of us,” you chuckle. “I’ve seen your family archives.”

“I happened to a very well documented baby,” Gojo sniffs. “They couldn’t take their eyes off me. Literally.”

You snort. “I’m sure you didn’t exactly make it easy for them either.” The two of you grin knowingly at each other before devolving into what seems to be conversation full of inside references.

Megumi doesn’t have any baby photos either. He doesn’t remember what his mother looks like, and everytime he tries to recall his father’s face, features seem to change. Eyebrows, hair, lips, eyes are all constantly rearranged, proportions changing like a never ending game of building an avatar.

That night, Megumi stares at the ceiling.

He thinks that he must have looked more like his father than his mother because one thing he does remember is his father’s searching gaze. Dark eyes like his combing through every identical line of his face, looking for any trace of a woman that had died far too early and left only a son that looked too much like his father.

He tells himself he’s not bothered by it.

—

The next weekend brings a rare sight: a red faced, flustered Gojo in his apartment.

“If you don’t have any photos, you can always take new ones.”

With that statement, Gojo shoved a handful of developed photographs into your hands. You’re surprised, looking from the pictures to Gojo who seems even more antsy than usual, awaiting your reaction.

Tsumiki is at a friend’s house for the night. Megumi had been doing his homework when Gojo burst into the apartment with dinner and a plastic bag holding photographs. The food is set on the countertop and there are photographs on the dining table. High school photos. Megumi can see various photos taken at Jujutsu Tech and elsewhere, all immortalizing significant and insignificant moments.

You slowly go through the bundle in your hands, looking at them with wide eyes.

“Satoru…” you whisper, touched. “Did you take these?”

Megumi’s never seen the normally shameless Gojo so embarrassed. In fact, Megumi thinks for a moment that he’s asleep and dreaming. Because Gojo Satoru doesn’t get embarrassed. He stares.

Gojo’s ears are red. “Some were donated by Shoko.”

You cycle through each photo, scanning it with eyes that soften with every picture. You stop on one. All Megumi catches is a glimpse of long black hair and a person he’s never seen before. The picture is too unfocused, as if the cameraman had been waving the camera around.

You laugh, looking at the photo as if it's a treasure. It’s a watery laugh. “It’s so blurry.”

“Well, I wasn’t aiming to be professional.”

You squeeze the picture tightly, staring at it for a few more seconds, and smile at Gojo. “Thank you.”

You mean it. Sincerely.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, averting your gaze, and rubbing at the back of his neck.

“These are so much better than these,” you pull out two photographs from your pocket and lay them on the table. Megumi looks at the first one. It’s folded up and peeling at the edges, the usually glossy outer layer dull. It’s a weathered, faded photograph.

He’s surprised at how much you look like your mother.

Gojo appraises the photos intently. You can’t be any older than five or six, sitting in your father’s lap in front of what seems to be a lab or sorts, while your mother is laughing next to you two. Both of your parents are wearing lab coats. Scientists? Researchers? Your father has a kind face. Do you take more after your mother or father? Something tells Megumi it’s your father. Your mother’s smile is wide and bold, while your father looks softer, almost camera shy. They look like nice respectable people. Parents. Nothing like his father and his vices. But both your parents and his are gone, so what does that make them?

Megumi stares at your parents and wonders if they would approve of your career as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Good parents wouldn’t want their child risking early death or grievous injuries. They may have been good parents had they been alive, but now they aren't and you are a jujutsu sorcerer risking early death or grievous injuries.

You’re alone in the next photograph, standing in front of the gates of your school underneath a sakura tree, petals dancing around your lone form. Middle school graduation. A couple of years ago.

You didn’t have anyone. But Megumi has Tsumiki.

Your school uniform is more typical than your customizable jujutsu tech one. A short skirt paired with a blouse and your school’s blazer. Gojo stares at the picture like he’s seconds away from pocketing it himself. In the photo you are smiling, barely. You look sad.

“These are the only other ones I could find,” you say. “But I’m glad I found them.” Your eyes travel from one photo to the other. “It’s nice to remember.”

There’s a silence.

“I want to visit them again,” Gojo says suddenly, eyes still trained on the photograph. “Aoyoma’s not that far. We could make it.”

You stare at him. “Right now?”

“No time like the present,” Gojo says breezily. “It’s good to know when to pay your respects to your elders.” He smirks and Megumi narrows his eyes. He turns to you. “Besides, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The two of you share a look.

“I guess…” You look uncertain, next to Gojo’s easy and innocent smile. Who else would suggest a spontaneous trip to visit your parents’ graves because the mood suddenly struck him? But Megumi can’t tell what Gojo’s thinking. Not now, not ever. Interacting with Gojo feels like being suddenly jerked on a leash in several different directions, all according to the aforementioned male's whims.

“I thought you were supposed to be on a train to Sapporo by tonight?”

“I’ll catch a later one! C’mon!”

You aren’t entirely convinced. With a frown you say, “I don’t want you to keep people waiting. You have a habit of doing that, you know.”

Your words about inconveniencing others, like always, fly over Gojo’s head.

Gojo waves his hand flippantly. “Nothing waiting on me but a couple of curses.”

Megumi’s sure that wherever Gojo is, there are always people waiting on and for him. But Gojo’s never been all too concerned with spending the time of others; doesn’t give it a second thought. That’s what they’re there for after all.

You glance at Megumi and he can already guess your words.

“I’m tired so I'm going to sleep.” He stands. He doesn't need to say it, but he says it anyway. “Lock the door on your way out.”

“Are you—”

“See, he’s fine! He’s a big boy now.” Gojo says enthusiastically. “More than old enough to spend a night alone.”

You relent. (You always do.) The conflict on your face passes. “You know my phone number, righ—”

“—And we’re gone!” Gojo leans down and ruffles Megumi’s hair. “Night! Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”

With record breaking speed, Gojo gathers you and ushers you out of the apartment in the same manner Megumi’s seen too many times now.

There’s a stack of photographs that you’ve left on the table. Tsumiki will be happy to see these tomorrow.

Though, the two photographs of you are gone, and he didn’t see you pick them back up.

end notes:

the title of the fic is actually pretty morbid. if the end goal of (most) jujutsu sorcerers is death then everything leading up to that is essentially a "funeral march." it seemed fitting. i might make this into a series.

all these "snapshots" take place within the same first couple of months to a year of gojo and rip!mc meeting megumi so megumi's still pretty young and abrasive and hasn't warmed up as much as he eventually will. i really do think megumi and gojo's relationship is fascinating. and i don't think gojo was a surrogate father to megumi at all like fandom loves to romanticize. they have a student/mentor relationship at best and i believe there was always a strict professional line that both parties were content on not breaching. i think that megumi begrudgingly came to accept gojo as a fixture in his life. he knows that gojo is someone who 1) has the necessary authority and 2) knows more than he does about the jujutsu world, and thus needs his protection to ensure he and tsumiki don't get sucked into the zenins (and their drama). does megumi accept these facts? yes. it doesn't mean he has to be happy about it though, especially when gojo's Like That.

if anyone's curious, rip!mc exorcised the curse by imbuing a kitchen knife with her cursed energy and stabbing herself (in the hand) before the curse could possess any other part of her body which is what leads to the scene you see above!

unbeknownst to rip!mc, gojo actually visits her parents grave often

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #ripverse #m.jjk

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Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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it seems like we’re all having severe ennoshita brainrot tonight so here’s my contribution to that.

minors dni.

non-canonical timeskip.

content warnings: it’s late night parking lot car sex. do with that what you will. you also talk about getting married and he uses the word “wife” once.

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You gasped and covered your face. “Oh my god, get down here now.”

Ennoshita threw himself on top of you, arms caged on either side of you. He laid there for a moment as you held back a laugh, then sat up and glanced out the windows.

“You idiot,” he said. “There’s no one there.”

“There was a car! I swear.”

“I think you’re lying to me,” he said, slouching down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re looking for excuses not to kiss me.” You laughed and grabbed his face as he shifted his lips to your cheek.

“Never! I’d never do that.”

Ennoshita shot you another smile and inhaled deeply as he kissed you again, firmly and sweetly on the mouth.

“You’re makin’ up excuses, sweetheart. Just want me to kick you out and drive home, huh?”

You laughed harder and wrapped your legs around his waist, dragging him back on top of you.

“You’d better not,” you teased. “If I go outside you’re rolling out with me.”

“Naughty. What will the neighbors think?”

“I don’t care. We won’t be doing much thinking so why should they?”

“Ah, I didn’t think of that. You’re right. Who cares. I’ll fuck you right against the lamppost out there.” He tried to press another kiss to your lips but you stopped him with a hand to the face.

“No!”

“Aw, what? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“My adventure senses end at car sex, thank you. I haven’t graduated to outdoors yet.”

“Well, I can arrange that.”

He nuzzled into your neck and teased you with his kind lips and quick tongue. You sighed through a smile and ran your hands through his dark hair.

“What is this place, anyway?” you breathed.

Ennoshita leaned up and glanced out both windows, squinting across the dimly lit parking lot to read a sign. His eyebrows raised and he stared down at you with a shocked smile.

“I think it’s a funeral home.”

Your smile dropped.

“You’re kidding.”

He sputtered out a laugh and dove back on top of you as you tried to sit up to look.

“No! You’re mine. Stay here.”

“Chikara, you ass!” You smacked his shoulder and tried to push him off.

“You’re half naked in a funeral home parking lot and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I can leave.”

“Be my guest but I won’t take you home.”

“Fine, I’ll walk.”

“I’ll follow you.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t take me home?”

“I’m not doing it for your benefit. I just don’t want anyone else staring at your ass in these.” He grinned and tugged at your underwear, working them off your legs and planting a kiss on your knee. You hid your face as you laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot in love with an idiot.” He rifled through his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. “But one of us does have a great ass, so you’ll have to forgive me for being so protective.”

“How romantic. I think I want to marry you.”

Ennoshita grinned as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“Yeah? How bout it?” His eyes shut for a moment as he slid the condom over himself.

“Why not?” you said. “Just remember you aren’t allowed to invite your aunt.”

“What? Why not?”

“The first time I met her she asked when we were having kids.”

Ennoshita adjusted his weight so he was hovering over you.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You both let out a relieved sigh as he sunk into you. His forehead tipped forward onto yours as he began slowly rocking himself inside of you.

“What do you mean ‘is that it’? That’s enough.”

“Okay, okay. Fine. Any other wedding rules?” His voice was strained and his eyes screwed shut.

“No one is allowed to wear black or white. Only colors.”

“What about me?”

“You can wear whatever you’d like.”

“Fine, I’ll wear a wedding dress.”

“As long as it’s not more expensive than mine.”

“You know I’d never do that.” His hand migrated between your legs and rubbed slow, tight circles over your clit. You tipped your head back and he took advantage of it, pressing small kisses over your neck. “I gotta spoil you on our big day.”

“What about our big night?”

“Our wedding night?” He grinned readjusted his so one arm was wrapped around your shoulder as the other hand continued to play with your clit. “I think I’ll hold you close like this. And I’ll fuck you slow at first, just like this.” He pressed a deep, lazy kiss to your lips.

“Once I’ve made you come once I’ll take you to the bathroom. We’ll have a huge jacuzzi tub and lots of candles and I’ll try to clean you up.” He sped up the pace of his hips, going deeper on each inward thrust. “But I’ll get distracted and pull you into my lap and let you use me until your legs are shaking.” He sucked lightly at the crook of your neck, bringing a slight ache to the surface.

“Then we’ll dry off and I’ll have my way with you every way and every place you want me to until we’re unconscious.” Heat was rushing through your body and you could feel his arm tensing underneath you. He laughed a little to himself before speaking again.

“And then whoever wakes up first makes the other person come so hard they forget they were ever sleeping.” His words came out in a rush as his pace on your clit increased. His pants turned into subtle groans and his lips twitched into an exhausted smile.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why don’t you give me a little taste of that, huh? I wanna feel you come for me.” Your body tensed and you buried your face into his shoulder, then trembled as you came. He followed close behind, a small noise falling from his lips.

You lay against each other for a moment, breathing heavily and ignoring the fact that the car windows were completely fogged up.

“I think that sounds pretty nice,” you said, breaking the silence.

“I think so too. Want to try it sometime?”

“Having sex or getting married?”

“We already did the first one.”

“Well, then you need to be patient, Chikara. My brain’s a little scrambled right now.”

He smiled and pressed kisses all over your face and neck.

“Let it stay scrambled,” he said. “You can stay my idiot wife with the nice ass and I can be your idiot husband.”

“Then hurry up and put a ring on it, Chikara.”

Ennoshita glanced at the pocket of his jacket, which had been discarded in the front seat.

“I’m planning on it.”

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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One is a big number | Lee Taeyong

❤︎ Taeyong x female!reader ❤︎ Very fluffy, Smut, Smut, Tiny bit of angst, Highschool AU, Strangers to lovers, Love Alarm universe, Love Alarm au? ❤︎ 1/4 for LOVE MONTH SERIES: Boys Don’t Cry One is a big number | You and your words | Sweet | He loves me, he loves me not |

Summary: Under the universe of Love Alarm, you rang Lee Taeyong’s Love Alarm loud and proud and you as a new girl at the school, has his attention more than anything else.

Word count: 7,682k

Warnings: Protected sex, loss of virginity, touching, teasing, making out, corruption, goodbye innocence, mentions of first base to home run, taeyong having a boner while kissing, all that high school exploring in bed while Taeyong’s parents are not home, Trusting an app regarding love, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of other idols

A/N: PURE FICTION. PURE FICTION. PURE FICTION. This will be very fluffy because I wanted to start February on a light note. hehe. Also, this is inspired by First Love by NCT 127 under Loveholic’s single. It’s a good thing that I finished this before they announced that First Love is all about your first... love... hahaha so I had time to incorporate in more with my fic. As always, I enjoy writing for my Bubu. Happy reading!

For NCT-WRITER’S FEBRUARY EVENT, LOVE ALARM @nct-writers

Can you still remember your first love? The day you met and the day you realized you officially like that person?

When that one person hold your hand for the first time? Did he kept you close and kept you warm?

When that one person kissed you for the first time? How did it feel?

When you had your first fight, how did you fixed it?

Do you remember the time when you realized that, that one person is slowly slipping into your hands?

When that one specific person broke your heart?

Do you remember it?

It’s been over four years since Love Alarm has been launched and they’ve been using it for almost everything. The world seemed to have progressed a lot now that we have Love Alarm in our phones but did it really made our lives easier? Especially when it comes to love?

Walking to school on a beautiful day, your first day as a transferee... what could possibly go wrong? As you enter the school premises, you see students holding their phones like they’re waiting for something or someone. Perhaps they’re waiting for someone to ring their Love Alarm? Who knows?

“He’s here!” A rather excited student exclaimed and brought out her phone and grabbed her friend. You being the only clueless student right now turned your back too to see the man they’ve been waiting for.

He was like a celebrity when he stepped on the first few steps upon the school��s entrance. Lee Taeyong, a senior. Very good looking, smart, athletic, and voted junior prom king. He literally looks like an angel walking in the middle of the school’s entrance together with his friends who look liked angels too. Their Love Alarm rang so much as they walk in front of the new and old students, making fun of each other and having a bet on whose Love Alarm will ring the most.

You looked at him. You looked at his face like you don’t already know that it’s impolite to stare at someone, but you still did because Lee Taeyong is handsome. And you’re not immune to his charms. What a good way to start school, you thought. It’s only the first day but you feel like you’re going to have a blast as long as you see Lee Taeyong around.

From there on Lee Taeyong has become your crush and your heart thumps so hard whenever you ring his Love Alarm every morning like the other girls. For you, there’s no shame in ringing his Love Alarm, you’re glad it does that. At least you’re being honest to him in silence and let the alert from Love Alarm do the talking. But even though you ring his Love Alarm again and again and again, you never wish for him to ring your Love Alarm back, no. He deserves someone perfect like him.

Day by day and whenever you see him around, you look at him to feed your heart and eyes then look away again and ignore him as if you didn’t ring his Love Alarm loud and proud. It frustrates him you know, but in a good way. He now recognizes you as the new girl who rings his Love Alarm every day but seems to don’t care about him enough. In other words, you’re not like the other girls.

You know that good feeling when you go to school and you’re looking forward to seeing your crush even just for a few seconds? That’s what Lee Taeyong feels for you. With just a couple of weeks of ringing his Love Alarm, you had the man thinking about you and wanting to know you. Sometimes he can’t understand Love Alarm. He is completely sure that he likes you already and he is very interested in you, but he can’t ring your alarm.

Have you ever had that good feeling when your crush is around and you are free to look at him no matter how long you want and whenever he caught you staring you just avoid his eyes? It’s like playing chicken but you’re both enjoying the game, he smiles at you and brings up his phone as if he’s telling you ‘Thank you for ringing my Love Alarm again’ and you just smile at him, completely clueless that he’s starting to flirt.

“Why don’t you just ring her Love Alarm back?” Doyoung asked.

“Cant. For some twisted reason, I can’t ring her Love Alarm. That’s why I can’t make a move and can only flirt back, I want to trust Love Alarm” Taeyong says, eyes completely glued to you but you don’t know that because you’re busy reading.

“Maybe you don’t really like the girl?” Doyoung blurted out. Lee Taeyong didn’t really want to admit it with his friend but maybe he’s right.

“The Lee Taeyong flirts back now huh? And to a new girl? Interesting” Johnny swings his arm to his friend and ruffles his hair. Teasing him for flirting back at you because he saw Taeyong smiled in your direction.

“Am I not allowed to flirt?” Taeyong snorted and turned off his Love Alarm when he saw the place getting crowded already. “It’s senior year, I need to change” he added.

“So changing your relationship status is a good start? Hmm. Okay, I agree with you on that. But don’t waste your time if you're unsure,” Johnny explains. But Lee Taeyong doesn’t care, he looks at you as you gather your books thinking of many ways to start talking to you and secretly wishing he can ring your Love Alarm back. But for now, he just can’t.

While you were studying at the library, you can’t help but remember how Lee Taeyong thanked you for ringing his alarm.... he fucking thanked you, that must be something? He isn’t thanking every single person who rings his alarm, just you. You smile at that thought which you think is crazy but a girl can dream. Then again you remember that you’re studying and shook your head for the nth time to stop yourself from thinking about your senior.

When you finally focused on studying and finished tons of school work, you didn’t notice that it’s already dark outside and that going home alone would be scary but you have no choice. You walk and walk and walk until you finally reached that scary alleyway you’ve been trying to avoid but it’s your only way home.

“Hey- don’t go there”

A familiar voice warned you before you can even start walking, you turned around and wish that you were wrong but you weren’t. It is as if the world heard you thinking about Lee Taeyong and the universe made you meet in an unexpected way. “It’s dangerous there, where are your friends? Is that your way home?” He asked the question like you two were close and talking already, his face looked cold but funny how he makes you feel warm.

“Yes, this is the only way. Usually, I go home when the sun is still up but I have to study” you explain.

“I have no choice then. Let me walk you home, my conscience will not let me sleep if I just let you-“

“I can take care of myself, I can easily call my dad. If I refuse your offer, will you still think about me?” You don’t know where the sudden bravery came from but you’re glad you did it.

He was completely shy, blushing and keeping his head down. And that’s the push that Lee Taeyong needed. He held out his hand and introduced himself properly like a decent person would and you did the same. Both hands are shaking because of nervousness but that’s understandable you both thought. “This isn’t how I imagined meeting you officially-“

“So you do think about me?” You further tease the blushing man and finally admits the truth and said, “Yes. I do think about you. A lot” it was silent for a few seconds before he started again, “I wish I could ring your Love Alarm too, you make me nervous you know that? Whenever I’m in school I look forward to seeing you, even just for a few seconds” he came closer to you as you grip your bag tightly and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop flapping their wings when Lee Taeyong put strands of hair behind your ear so he could see you clearly under the lamppost light.

Either way, you still let him walk you home and cherish every second you could have with your crush. You feel like you’ve won something like you’re winning this nonexistent race with the other girls, you feel happy for yourself. He told you about his day, you told him yours, he made you laugh, you make him shy for no reason. And when you and Taeyong finally reached your house, you exchanged numbers. Now you can tell that you’re winning something. His attention and interest.

“I hope I can ring your Love Alarm,” he says again, looking at you like it’s going to be the last thing he’ll do.

“That’s fine, ring mine when you’re ready. We can’t rush romance, even when Love Alarm is involved” you watch him let out a small laugh and you think he’s so handsome even when he’s cute.

“Usually girls get offended when someone they like can’t ring their Love Alarm, but you... you don’t mind waiting”

You didn’t want to end the moment yet but it’s getting pretty late and he needs to go home too, you told him to stop flirting and go home safe so he can flirt with you some other time. And for the last time, just to wrap this wonderful night, he tilts his head and smiled so sweetly to you and told you ‘good night’

That moment you had with Lee Taeyong felt like a pretty damn good song but just like every song, it needed to end. But you will never forget about it.

After that momentous night with your crush, Lee Taeyong has become a whole entire playlist and a well written album wrapped into one. Every love song you listen to was suddenly all about him he and the man was head over heels to you. He was texting you nonstop even during class, calling you after school and will probably end later at night, and getting the tiniest chance to flirt with you in the morning before you both head to class and meet again by golden hour to walk home together.

Not long after a week of flirting and getting to know each other more, he finally rang your alarm in front of many students in school accidentally. Your eyes went big and Taeyong was as shocked as you are. It was like you have this 10-meter radius for yourselves only and you were both giggling when your Love Alarms went off together. It was a happy moment, definitely one for the books. “Finally” he whispers, standing close to you, not caring if a lot of people are watching. Let them watch, Lee Taeyong thought. So they know you belong to each other now and you have Love Alarm on your side.

“Are you free this weekend?” He asks while walking you home.

“Free, but I have to study. What do you have in mind?” you answered as calmly as you could because you have a hunch that he’s going to ask you on a date.

“Well, now that I can finally ring your Love Alarm, I want to take you out on a proper date” you knew it, “movies?”

“Sounds fun, as long as it’s scary” he nods and took his phone out of his pocket.

“Can I ring your Love Alarm again?” He requests which you gladly gave in and opened the app. You two waited for a few seconds for Love Alarm to work its magic.

Waiting

Until the number ‘1’ appeared on your screens and says “Someone within 10-meter radius loves you”. Taeyong sighed in relief and swing his arms around you for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “That scared me” he admitted.

Unconsciously, he doesn’t know what his hug and kiss can do to you. While his heart calms as he hugs you, yours is beating so fast like you just ran a mile. There’s that winning feeling again.

On your first date, he took you to the movies and as promised the movie was scary. It was so scary that he had enough opportunity to hold you close and hold your hand the whole time. The moment your fingers intertwined, you felt some kind of electricity flowing in your body and the movie house suddenly felt warm. “I know, I felt it too” he whispers and went back to watching the movie.

The next few days with Taeyong was something you’ve never imagine that will happen in your high school life. He has become the epitome of new things and first times.

He is the first guy to hold your hand in public. Swinging it high, up and down, holding it tight, and he even kisses it whenever he feels like it. Not a day goes by that he didn’t hold your hand or kept you close to him ever since you made it official through Love Alarm.

He is the first guy to sweep you off your feet, through his sweet words and gentleman gestures. “Can I flirt with you later?” he asks, putting a bottle of juice in front of you before he goes to his next class. ‘Flirt with you’ simply means he wanted to spend time with you before he walks you home.

Still in your school uniforms, Taeyong brought you somewhere quiet where the river is calm, and just looking at it makes you calm your nerves too. “The sun feels nice, let’s watch the sun go down,” he says lying comfortably on the ground and enjoying the warm grass underneath his body.

“How’s your day?” you sat beside him and Taeyong was quick to cover your legs with his school coat. He grunted while covering your legs as he remembers how stressful being a senior is.

“Was having a bad day, when I talked to you earlier. School has been kicking my butt” he says and lies again beside you. “How about you? How's being a new student so far?”

“So far so good, I have a handsome senior who just made my high school life more interesting”

He handsomely giggles in front of you, so close that your lips are just inches away. “You’re flirting,” he says.

“You said you wanted to flirt with me?” you bite back.

“Mmm-hmm. Can I flirt a little differently today?” he came even much closer to you but you didn’t pull away because you know exactly what he’s talking about.

And just as you expected, he kissed you. Softly. Holding your chin as he moves his lips on yours while the sun goes down. Your eyes were shut and all you did the whole time your boyfriend was kissing you is return the kiss and savor the feeling of being kissed for the first time.

When the kiss was over, he did not pull away immediately but looked at your lips for a few seconds as if he wanted to kiss it again but even more fiercely this time but he knew this is not the right time for that. So instead, he kissed your nose and your forehead and flashed a sweet smile at you. Something that you will never forget like the kiss you just shared a few seconds ago.

After that day, kissing became an everyday habit to you and Taeyong and you both love it whenever you get the chance to share a kiss privately. Well, he does kiss you in public, but those are nothing compared to the ones you share inside his room after school and his parents are not yet home. Lee Taeyong’s lips are simply addicting but little did you know that your boyfriend is even more addicted to kissing you.

“Just one more kiss” he pulls you close to him begging for another kiss before he watches you go inside your house. “One more please” he pouted like the baby that he is.

You crashed your lips on him and feel both of his hands hold the sides of your head so you won’t pull away from him so easily. But when you do, he simply asks for another kiss and then another other, until you’re basically making out in front of your house.

“Mmm” he moans like he’s not planning to stop kissing you soon.

“Tae-“ you giggle and tried pushing away and finally, he stopped. Lips swollen, slightly panting with a…. hard cock.

“Sorry about that. I- I have no control over that, I’m sorry” he apologizes and tries to hide his boner. You let out a small laugh and fixed his ruined hair with a few pat.

“You don’t have to be shy, I’m your girlfriend. See you tomorrow, okay? Go home safe!” you slowly walk towards your house, waving your hand goodbye until you see him walk away.

Just like any new couple, you and Taeyong crave for each other in many ways. After exploring enough with kissing and teasing each other whenever one of you gets too turned on, soon you talk about different levels of physical intimacy freely without being awkward.

Given that Taeyong is more experienced than you are because you’re a virgin, he knew exactly what to do when it comes to expressing his physical needs to you and making sure that he doesn’t pressure you with anything.

“So how do I know if what base are we on?” you asked innocently.

“First base is kissing. Open mouthed kisses, tongue- basically, the things I already did to you or the things we did already” he explains, hands on your waist as you both lie on your sides facing each other.

“I’m guessing we're way past first base then” you smirked and made him shy.

“Yeah. Way past first base” he smirked back at you and hovers on top of you. “The second base is more on touching” he emphasized the word ‘touching’ and better explain it by moving his hand from your leg up until he reaches your inner thighs under your school skirt and run up a finger on your slit unexpectedly which made you curl in no time and curse at him. Not because you didn’t like it, but because it felt good and he immediately stopped the teasing.

You glared at him as if you’re telling him through your eyes to touch you again, be he just snorted and kissed your cheeks. “Don’t hate me. I’m just waiting for the perfect timing” he explains and enjoys how you’re so annoyed but horny.

You let out a sharp sigh and made him continue again. “Third base is giving head or fingering. Oh, you’re going to love third base” he teased you further by just using his words. You pushed him away from you playfully but your boyfriend is strong and caught your hands, “okay okay. Enough teasing, home run is having sex. And come on I have to get you home before I could no longer stop myself”

He’s not lying because you see the growing tent in his crotch. He’s been stopping himself by teasing you. You sat up when he got out of his bed to change into some much comfortable clothes but when he got back, you teased him by putting on a show. Lifting your skirt slowly just before you reveal your panties and as expected, he stopped you.

“Don’t tease me, I don’t have a condom right now” it was a warning but it sounded more like he’s begging.

“I’m just joking” you kissed him on the cheek and got up from your comfortable position to fix your wrinkled school uniform before you head home.

Tonight, you attend a party with Taeyong for the first time and his Love Alarm kept on ringing the moment he stepped into the room.

Every day, Lee Taeyong rings your Love Alarm and you ring his too.... together with the other girls and quite frankly, you don’t know how long you can stand those girls who fantasize about fucking your boyfriend. He’s your own private buffet, for goodness sake.

“Don’t drink anything unless I’m the one who gave it to you, okay? I’ll get you something- Doyoung!” he made sure you won’t be alone and called his friend before he leaves.

“So you’re the lucky girl. Hi, I’m Johnny” he offers you his hand for a handshake and accepted with a smile.

“Don’t mind Johnny, hi I’m Doyoung. Taeyong’s best friend,” you shake his hand and smiled at them, hoping that you don’t look awkward. They made small talk, asked you how you’ve been and how’s your Junior year going so far which you answered too seriously. Soon, you feel Taeyong’s cold hands on your shoulders and hands you a drink before he shoos his drunk friend Johnny away.

It was a fun night, but it can be better if the other girls can respect your relationship. You wanted to snap so hard but instead, you focused on how Taeyong kisses your nape, shamelessly while you watch his friends play beer pong and he’s standing right behind you, hands on the front pockets of your jeans like he’s telling those girls he belongs to you.

But the warm feeling was shortly cut off when they heard Johnny shouting and drunkenly pushing himself to walk straight so he could get a hold of his girlfriend. Everyone heard it. The words, “Johnny were through. I’m breaking up with you” were heard on every corner of the place even under loud party music.

After hearing those words, you looked at Taeyong like you’re telling him through his eyes that you’re scared. But Taeyong and his other friends were quick to get Johnny and stopped him from making a scene.

Everything happened so fast. One second Taeyong was beside you, but now you're in the middle of the place alone and watching your boyfriend and his friends carry Johnny outside.

“Johnny didn’t ring her love alarm today,” Taeyong sits beside you after leaving you alone for a few minutes to talk to his friend. “And if he’s going to be honest he fell out of love. But he wasn’t ready to let her go and wasn’t sure about his feelings, he’s just being paranoid because he’s going to graduate soon” he let out a sharp exhale before he continues, “We're going to graduate soon. I guess Love Alarm caught him having second thoughts for her already”

“Do you want to leave now?” you asked your boyfriend. He can only nod because he still feels weak about what happened to his friend.

The supposedly warm night with Taeyong became cold and quiet. Not because there’s something wrong with your relationship. But because you were both scared of the idea of breaking up. He wanted to tell you he saw the look in your eyes when you heard the words but he figured enough sadness for one night, wrapped his arms around you and told you “I will never let you go” and kissed you on your temple.

Few days after the party is exams week so you and Taeyong didn’t see each other that much. But by the time it’s over, he waited for you outside the school and you know he’s the one waiting for you because he rang your Love Alarm.

While walking to his house, it suddenly rained so hard that the raindrops hurt your skin. But instead of avoiding the rain, Taeyong pulled you in the middle of an empty street and kissed you under the rain.

It was so sweet.

His arms were perfectly wrapped around your body while yours is placed behind his lower back. You tiptoe unconsciously so you could reach him well. “I love you,” he says and lifted you off the ground effortlessly for a tight hug.

“Here wear this” He left some clean clothes on his bed for you to change with while he puts your wet uniform on the dry cleaner.

When you’re finally dry and clean, you cuddle with Taeyong in his bed wearing his big clothes and listening to the sound of rain with no lights on, but the gloomy sky outside.

“I saw the way you looked at me the other night” he started. And you tighten your embrace to him as you remember the words and the whole scenario.

“I'm just scared and not because I’m doubting your love” you admitted. “I never thought about it you know. That things can go wrong someday-“

“No, no. Then I’ll love you, even more, every day. Don’t be scared please, trust my love” he says and kept you close by putting his legs on your thigh. His big hand is placed under your shirt, drawing small circles on your tummy to give you more comfort.

“I’m guessing this is second base then?” you teased him to change the mood.

“Do you want to proceed to that level? Hmm?” he rolls on top of you, teased you, and kissed your neck in a way that seriously turned you on in no time.

“If you’re brave enough to do it, then go right ahead. I give you my full consent” you reached for his lips and kissed him deeply. You felt him smile during the kiss and also felt his hand slowly lifting your shirt or rather his shirt. Hands roaming your body like he never touched you before, squeezing your butt cheeks and kneading your clothed boobs. To be honest, he’s shy to put his hand inside your clothes but to his shock, you put yours inside his, bravely touched his body, and shamelessly put your hand inside his sweatpants and touched him.

That made him swallowed his shyness and knead your unclothed breast under the shirt that you’re wearing. Brushing his fingers on your nipples softly, pinching them to make giggle.

After a few minutes of intense touching, he was slightly tugging the sweat pants that you’re wearing and asked you, “Do I still have your consent if we proceed on third base?” He whispers oh so sexily beside your ear which made you remember what he told you, ‘you’re going to love third base’ and that is enough for you to nod and give him further permission.

He kissed you on the lips, his way of saying ‘thanks’, and proceeds to lift your shirt and suck your nipples which made you moan his name and grip his locks so tight that he needed to reach for your hands and intertwine them with his.

Lee Taeyong showed you who is in bed and you can't help but think that you’re the luckiest girl on Earth.

“Hey, you okay? You’re spacing out, I think should-“

“Don’t stop” you moaned and grabbed his head for a deep kiss. You reach for his hand and made him knead your boobs while you kiss and grind on each other and in a matter of minutes you felt him putting his hand inside your panties while he distracts you with the way he kisses you. He flicks his fingers once and you curled immediately, legs wide open so he could freely move his hand. But soon his patience went thin and removed your panties, throwing it on the side of the bed before spreading your legs even more wider.

“Do you like this side of me?” He whispers on the shell of your ear and bit it eventually making you tickle and giggle with parted lips.

“I definitely do” you moan out.

And for the main event under third base, he kissed your body all the way down until he meets your wet entrance. Kissing your inner thighs first before he proceeds to drive you wild with his tongue.

First, he parted your wet folds, looked you straight in the eye, and licked you like you’re his favorite flavored ice cream. “Tae-“ is all you can moan out and decided to put your hands above your head and grab hold of his headboard. Which he didn’t like so he stopped and told you, “touch me, I like that”

And so you did. Gripping Taeyong’s locks as he makes you feel good with his tongue. Putting a finger inside your cunt and flick his tongue faster together with his finger, making you cum in no time and crushing your boyfriend’s head with your legs. “Stop- stop” you cry out because of over sensitivity. “You weren’t going to stop eating me unless I told you so”

He smirked and hummed because you’re right. He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath, taking that time to strip himself naked without you noticing. And when you finally came back from your high, he kisses your lower stomach and there you see your boyfriend all naked and really horny.

“I want to have sex,” he shamelessly told you, touching your body with care while he waits for your answer. “Can we have sex?” he kisses you more like he’s persuading you.

“Do you finally have a condom?” You asked with a smile.

He did not waste any time and get the condom from his drawer, putting it on in front of you. Putting it on in between your wide open legs and very wet slit.

“Put your arms around me,” he said and you followed immediately. He ran his protected cock on your wet slit, just to make him hard even more but the feeling for you is very different. You are very much aroused, very horny and it already felt good. So when you feel him poke your tight hole and slowly push in finally, your eyes shut close and feel every inch of Lee Taeyong’s cock go inside you oh so fucking slowly until he’s entire inside.

He grunted and moan directly on your ear and told you, “virgin no more” and kissed you on your temple before he rolls his deep which made you both crazy and even more horny for each other.

Your tight walls were so wet because of the foreplay that his cock was sliding in smoothly, hurting you good and stretching you right before he fucks you harder.

“Fucking thin condoms, I feel like I’m fucking you raw,” he said in between thrust and rolling his tongue on your nipple, tugging and biting it as he pleases.

When he sees you smiling through the pleasure and felt your body more relaxed, he put his mouth on your mouth and made you catch his moans as he fucks you harder and faster, enough for his bed to creak, your body to be dragged on the mattress and your nails to dig on his skin.

He came hard and had a great orgasm, slowly thrusting deeper as he rides his high and showers you with kisses. Truth be told, he didn’t want to cum just yet but your tight walls did its magic on him.

The moment he pulls out to discard the condom, he went back to kissing your weak body and told you to “Calm down,” oh so sweetly, and eventually giggled when he saw you still breathing heavily.

“How can I calm down if you’re kissing me like that?”

“Okay I’ll stop,” he says and pulled down your shirt to cover your exposed body, reached for your panties, and helped you wear them again then covered you with his thick sheets. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you” you smiled weakly at him and watched him get dress again before he joins you under the covers.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, hoping that you’re okay. “Are you hurt somewhere?”

“How many girls did you bring here before me?” You watch your boyfriend’s eyes get big upon hearing your question, “I’m joking. And no, nothing hurts. I’m just processing everything that happened. How about you? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking about you, how I want you to be the last girl I have sex with in this bed” it was a joke because he only brought a total of two girls into his room. His first girlfriend and you.

“Buy a new bed or I’m breaking up with you,” you said with a straight face but he clearly knew you’re joking.

They say that being close with your partner emotionally, physically, and even sexually can strengthen a relationship. And right now, as you celebrate seven months of being in a relationship with Taeyong, you believe in that saying because you’ve been closer than ever after being intimate for the first time. In other words, the sex was a good way to strengthen your relationship.

“Why do you love reading so much?” he asks, totally jealous over reading a good book rather than talking to him.

Taeyong is busy nowadays because he’s graduating in a few weeks and he’s part of the prom committee because he has seriously good leadership skills. That’s why maybe he wanted more attention.

“Oh! I'm gonna miss you when you graduate” you pinch his cheek and sat closer to him. “Will you be fine being away from me?” You teased him but your question was serious.

“No, I will not be fine. I will miss you every day- can we please talk about something else before I start crying?” he attacked you with kisses on the cheek but the moment was cut off when Johnny pullovers to fetch your boyfriend.

“Have fun shopping for prom decorations with the boys rather than being in bed with me” you whisper to him while you both wear your bags and walk towards Johnny’s car.

“I love you, go home safe, okay? I’ll call you as soon as we're done”

During your walk alone, it felt nice to do something without Taeyong for once. Not that you wanted him to be gone, no. It’s just that nowadays, things have been becoming like a routine and less of a relationship. You go to school, see him before class starts, see him again after school, and go home together. Then you do it again the next day. Like you don’t have any more doors to unlock in this relationship.

But what do you expect? You’re high school students.

“Are you done studying?”

“I can’t study tonight, my brain feels tired” you whine through the phone, eyes closed and thankful that it’s going to be the weekend tomorrow. “How about you?”

“Well, Johnny accidentally broke a few lights so we need to fix it before we go home. I’m tired, I miss you”

“Mmm. I’m tired too...” your voice was a little groggy.

“And? Do you miss me too? Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Tae, we just saw each other five hours ago and no, I want to enjoy my weekend by staying home and watching Netflix”

“So you’re not having fun when we're out together?-“

“I never said anything like that” you opened your eyes because the conversation is getting pretty serious, “Don’t be angry, I just want some time for myself you know? We see each other every day, talk through text every hour, it’s like there’s no more room to breathe” you wish you can properly tell him what you’re feeling but those are the words that came out from your mouth.

“Time for yourself, huh. Okay” and just like that, he ended the call. No ‘good night’ or ‘i love you’. And even though you’re sleepy and things escalated quickly, you heard the tone of his voice like a mixture of, annoyed and hurt.

Instead of having a good night's sleep, you stayed up all night thinking about what you said to your boyfriend. Analyzing every word and repeating the scenario in your head, over and over again. If telling him what you want was wrong, then you don’t know what’s right anymore.

On the next day, you sent him a few messages telling him that you’re sorry and that you didn’t mean to put it that way. You even told him you wanted to see him, hoping that he will finally get back to your messages. But still, he never replied. The whole weekend.

Come Monday, you didn’t get to see Taeyong in the morning like you usually would because you and your friends did your group project together last minute. And the truth is, you’re starting to hurt because you feel bad for being honest even though you didn’t intend to hurt him like that.

“I think you’re being too clingy” Doyoung protest to his friend during lunchtime.

“Girls love clingy boyfriends-“

“Well, unfortunately not your girlfriend. Give her some space, don’t make her all about you, you know?”

“I just want every time I could get with her before I graduate. B-but, yeah. Now I’m giving her the time that she wanted for herself-“

“But you’re hurting her. She’s worried, she just wanted you to return her messages dude” Johnny pats his back and gave him the look like he’s saying ‘fix this before Love Alarm screw the situation further’

And while Taeyong is enjoying his lunch with his friends, you’re with your friends at the school bleachers watching the other sections use the field. Talking about hot boys, prom dresses, and what to do after prom.

“Did Taeyong asked you to prom already? Was it romantic?” you see the excitement of your friend as she asked you the question and see the others wait for your answer.

“N-no. He hasn’t” the once cheerful faces were replaced by disappointment. Come to think of it, maybe he will not ask you to prom because of this stupid fight. You shook your head and returned the question to them and pretended that you care who’s taking them. But deep inside you envy them.

School was always exhausted and you don’t know why you’re suddenly tired. Usually, after school and you meet Taeyong outside, you still have a lot of energy left. And maybe that’s it, Taeyong’s cheerful energy and happy aura are the ones recharging you after a day in school. That’s when you realized that you don’t need to push him away just so you can breathe.

Speaking of the devil, you see him leaning on Johnny’s car the moment you stepped out of the school grounds. Head down, hands inside his pockets, and waiting for you.

The moment you stepped inside that 10-meter radius, his Love Alarm rang and he knew it was you. But the problem is, your Love Alarm didn’t ring this time.

Taeyong didn’t notice it. Taeyong didn’t notice that your Love Alarm was silent. He still welcomed you with a tight hug, kissed your face one too many times, and said his sorry sincerely. It felt nice that you are now okay, he’s talking to you again and on top of that he apologized. Of course, you didn’t want to ruin that peace anymore and pretended that you’re not hurt.

Few days went by and Taeyong hasn’t rung your Love Alarm and he’s too busy to notice it. Senior year is making him busy and you have nothing against that. Yes, you do miss him but he calls you before you sleep and quickly apologizes whenever he feels like he’s being a clingy boyfriend again.

“N-no. Please, be clingy. I’m sorry for that night, I don’t know what I’m thinking” you sounded desperate but he doesn’t know why.

“Okay, just making sure we don’t fight again”

And few days before prom, he still hasn’t asked you yet while your friends all have dresses already and plans for that night. It sucks, but you don’t want to get mad at Taeyong for not asking you to prom because he’s busy.

On a quiet afternoon after school, you’re waiting for Taeyong outside the school while reading a book, and page by page you digest every word just so you could stop thinking about prom. And just as you least expected it, your boyfriend asked you to prom on page 127 of the book that you’re reading.

“Will you go to prom with me?” -T.Y

Then it hit you. You started reading this book on the day prom was announced so basically he asked you ever since day 1 and he has been waiting for your answer for weeks already. He just keeps on giving you more reasons to ring his Love Alarm loud proud, while you give him nothing to make him ring yours.

“Finally. Hi”

You didn’t know he was right behind you and his kiss brought you back on Earth. He was smiling handsomely and proud because his surprise worked on you, even though it took you a while to answer his question your reaction was worth it.

“You know my answer Tae. And to be honest I thought you forgot about asking me” you finally admitted, but your lack of faith in him didn’t hurt him one bit.

“Perfectly fine,” his arms swing around your waist and pulled you closer to him while you're sitting on the bench. “I’m free now and I don’t have prom committee duties. Can I flirt with you tonight?” the way he said it sounded just like old times, like the days when you were just starting as a couple.

The flirting was continued in his room of course, with his thick curtains down, Netflix playing and hands intertwined the whole time. And after the movie, you two cuddled in bed with you on top of him and just listening to his heartbeat.

“Does your heart beats for me?” you asked soft, hoping he would tell you the truth.

“Of course, you’re my first love” true. Even though you’re not his first girlfriend, you’re the first girl he ever loved.

“Your Love Alarm says otherwise Tae. I think I’m not giving you enough reasons to love me” you admitted. “You haven’t rung my alarm ever since our first fight”

“W-what? Maybe it’s off?” He was panicking, shaking because maybe it’s true. With quick movements, he left you on his bed to get his phone then looked for your phone in your bag and opened the app to see if what you’re saying is true.

His rang, of course, but yours didn’t.

“Tae it’s okay- It doesn’t matter. You know you proved to me that you love me even if you can’t ring my Love Alarm” you went beside him and hugged him from behind. Feeling his frustration and anger to himself but your hug helps him a lot. “You tell and show me you love me every day. I can feel it in how you kiss me, how you treat me with respect and how you’re always patient with me. Come on it’s okay, don’t ruin your day”

To make him feel better, you talked him out of his sulking and convinced him to go back to bed with you which eventually worked. You’re now sitting on top of him, grinding on his crotch, only wearing your panties and his hoodie. You can tell by the way he kisses you that he’s more than sorry about not ringing your Love Alarm and that makes your heart sad too because he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Let’s turn this night around,” you said before removing the hoodie that you’re wearing and making your boyfriend grip your boobs and play with your nipples while you kiss him and distract him as you undo his pants.

“Clever” and finally he smiles and puts one of your nipples in his mouth, hands inside your panties and spreading your ass cheeks before he inserts a finger in your wet slit.

After that night, Taeyong had a hard timing accepting that he can’t ring your Love Alarm again even though you told him so many times that it’s okay. Sometimes your conversation escalates too soon and he just ends up arguing with you. Soon fighting has become a weekly thing for the two of you whenever he brings up Love Alarm again. But that’s okay, couples fight and that’s normal.

On prom night, you purposely did not bring your phone so Taeyong will not try to make your Love Alarm ring. It’s going to be a beautiful night and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. You danced with your boyfriend and went crazy with him on the dance floor, you dance with your friends and ate good food. In other words, you had a great time.

And when the slow song started to play, everyone’s Love Alarm kept on ringing and people started to confess their feelings. It was amusing to watch and of course, you’re happy for them. But amidst that busy dance floor, that busy place, you and Taeyong had your own 10-meter radius and you don’t need Love Alarm to feel that you love each other.

“I’m sorry for giving you a hard time these past few days” he started, swaying you under slow music and not caring what's happening around you even though people are very loud and excited. “Let’s stop using Love Alarm. That app lies. I know all too well that I love you and even though I can’t ring your Love Alarm, I sure know how to love you”

“Mhmm. You do” oh you wanted to kiss him so badly but the teachers are looking.

“You still love me right?”

“Of course Taeyong. What kind of question is that?”

“I know, I just want to hear you say it” he came closer to you and kissed you on your temple when the teachers looked away, “You look beautiful tonight” he added and dance with you more, looking straight into your eyes and thanking you secretly for liking him first.

Now it's his turn to like and love you forevermore.

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❄️ icicles ┆ yjn

genre/s: jeongin x gn reader, fluff, best friends/idiot crushes au (lol), boarding school au

wc: 2.3k

warning/s: swearing, reader is carried on jeongin’s back, one mention of death (as a joke, not within the context of the plot)

a/n: as always, i hope y’all like this !! winter’s on it’s way out where i live, but i loved the premise of this too much to discard the idea :)) also if it isn’t well edited, well...... Oops :D

“i bet you can’t reach it,” he whispers. he points to the icicle hovering above you, hanging down from the awning outside of the library. it’s on the thicker side, connected to a few others. and though it’s long, he’s correct in assuming it’s too high up for you to reach without jumping up to it. and probably while jumping as well. but you can’t let him off so easily.

“how much?” you ask, voice hushed as well.

“how much what?”

“how much are you gonna bet?”

he chuckles.

it’s nearing midnight. you’re not supposed to be out this late, let alone with a friend. and he isn’t just any friend, either. but he wouldn’t know that. he’s too oblivious. always has been. it’s been four years and he still hasn’t an inkling of how you truly feel about him, nor does he presumably feel the same way.

well… actually...

eh. that can wait. on with the scene.

“if you can do it,” he says, a cocky smile on his face. “i’ll use my card to buy all of your meals tomorrow.” he pauses. “deal?”

you cross your arms. “hm…”

“and…” he looks around for inspiration. then, finally, he adds, “and i’ll give you a piggyback ride back to your dorm.”

there’s a lot at stake. the crispness of the air accentuates the goosebumps forming on your skin at the prospect of being carried by him once again. piggyback rides are one of your favorite activities with jeongin, as well as your preferred mode of general transportation. maybe it’s because you’re (rightfully) lazy and nights like these tend to take a toll on your tired feet. maybe it’s because he only rarely allows it and would never admit he loves it as much as you do. or maybe it’s because the closeness makes you giddy, the contact makes you warm, and the prospect of taunting him is far too thrilling to pass up...

but that icicle is just so goddamn high.

“deal,” you say, stifling your excitement. you stretch your hand out for him to shake, and he obliges. as you ready yourself for the jump of a lifetime, he surveys the area for signs of authority. it’s not the first time you’ve snuck out together like this. you’ve only ever gotten caught once. sophomore year. they let you both off with a warning… but it’s clear to see how effective the warning was.

with a slight running start, you make your first attempt. not even close. i personally applaud you for trying, but honestly, it was a little hard to watch. yet, you won’t give up just yet. “three tries?” you suggest to him as he covers his face with his gloved hand to muffle the sound of his laughter.

in between bouts of near-silent laughter, he mimics you. he mockingly saunters over to the icicle, just barely leaping into the air and flapping his hand. as he leans over to laugh some more, clutching onto his abdomen through his puffer coat, you can’t help but giggle as well. it was a pretty pitiable try.

“fine,” he sighs, face still scrunched up in amusement. it’s actually quite cute. despite the seering embarrassment coursing through you, you’re glad to have been able to put that smile on his face. even in the dull, yellow-tinted lighting in the courtyard, you can make out the prominent dimples in his cheeks. after some more breathless chuckles, he continues, “try again.”

and so, you do. it’s a better one this time. you get closer to hitting the tip of the icicle than you thought you could. maybe it’s the sight of jeongin laughing like he hadn’t laughed all day. maybe it’s the slight thrill that accompanies sneaking out so late. whatever it is, it propelled you further into the air. but still, nothing.

“you have no technique,” he remarks, still speaking in whisper.

you scoff. “you try, then.”

“fine! step aside.” he takes a few steps toward you, arrogantly gesturing for you to move over so he can get into position. you concede, backing up. just as he’d done, you scan your surroundings just in case. however, right as you turn your head to the side, a bright light shoots out from the distance. your eyes widen and heartbeat quickens. it’s a pointed light; one much whiter and brighter than that of the lampposts commonly found in the courtyard. a flashlight. and it’s getting closer.

just as he’s about to take to the air, you grab the arm of his coat and give it a tug. he follows your gaze to find the flashlight as well. he jolts, letting out a small gasp.

“hey!” a voice calls out. whoever it is that’s holding the flashlight knows you’ve broken the rules.

“quick,” he says, voice louder than before. he takes your hand in his. “let’s go.” pulling you along with him, he runs down the cobblestone path toward the dorms. eventually, your speed matches his and you’re able to catch up to him, running beside him and holding his hand all the while. the feeling is electrifying. the wintry breeze sweeping through the night, the feeling of his gloved hand wrapped tightly around yours, and the rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you run are all enough to make your heart race. eventually, you lose sight of the flashlight behind you. you’ll probably get called down to the headmaster’s office tomorrow morning. maybe they didn’t see who you are. maybe they’ll let it slide. still, maybe you’ll get in trouble… but you don’t care. you will tomorrow, but not right now.

the flashlight has disappeared. the two of you slow down, relieved to have outrun your opposition. as you come to a full stop, he lets go of your hand to place both of his on his knees, panting. you put your hands on your hips to do the same. after a beat, you make eye contact. and immediately afterward, the both of you are sent into a fit of laughter.

“that was close,” he sighs, looking up at you in awe of what’d just occurred.

while chuckling, you reply, “yeah.”

a moment passes. your laughter fades back into shallow breathing as you take a look around, realizing you’re still not even close to the dorms. a chill runs through you. you didn’t even realize you’d broken a sweat until a gust of air drifts through your coat sleeve. you visibly shiver, prompting jeongin to straighten his stance.

“here,” he says, unwrapping the scarf around his neck. he then drapes it around you, wrapping the cotton fabric around yours. you watch his hands as they adjust the scarf. you’d given him the navy blue gloves as a christmas present last year. they’re now a staple in his winter ensemble. you look up at him. he’s been looking at you.

“thanks.”

“no problem,” he replies with a smile. the dim light could never drown out the sparkle that permanently resides in his eyes, nor diminish the charm of his dimples. as he looks at you, you suddenly feel much warmer than before.

he turns away from you, slightly bending his knees. “come on,” he whispers.

the piggyback ride.

you giggle. “w-what?”

“get on my back,” he clarifies, grinning even wider. “we don’t have much time!”

“but i didn’t hit the-”

“close enough! come on, before my knees give out.”

“fine! fine.”

you do as he instructed, hopping onto his back and wrapping your arms and legs around him. you let out a bit of a squeal as you leave the ground, sending butterflies through his stomach. he holds tightly onto the backs of your legs to support you. he keeps his knees slightly bent as he begins your trek to the dorms ahead, your chin resting comfortably upon his shoulder. it’s a familiar feeling, yet it never ceases to heighten your senses.

every so often, he lets out an exaggerated groan. as they become more and more dramatic, your smile widens. you begin laughing after his longest one, giving him a playful slap on the cheek. and, of course, his reaction is magnified. you then have to shush him in order to preserve your obscurity.

“has anybody ever told you how annoying you are?” you ask, hushed beside his ear.

“never in my life,” he retorts.

you giggle. “well i’m telling you now.”

he glances at you, smirking. “doesn’t count. you’re not just anybody.” he turns back forward, continuing down the path. you don’t know what to say. warmth flushes through your cheeks, rendering you speechless. he knows he made things awkward, but frankly, he doesn’t care. that same clever smile remains plastered on his blushing face for the rest of the silent walk… the too silent walk.

“we’re almost there. thank god,” he remarks, a hint of playful sarcasm in his tone. what he says is true. your destination is near. but alas, his comment garners no response. seeing as it’s late at night - or, rather, early in the morning - you’ve grown tired. thus, after the heat within your face settled and your head relaxed upon jeongin’s shoulder, you dozed off. “y/n?” he whispers. still nothing. all of a sudden, though, he hears a soft noise. a breath. he understands.

and he thinks it’s absolutely adorable.

he’s honored, in fact. you trust him enough to fall asleep in his arms, regardless of the hell he gives you. there’s a certain sense of understanding that lies beneath the layers of banter you’ve built throughout these past few years that has always given him a sliver of hope. the hope that at times like these, you’d feel safe enough to be yourself, the hope that you’d accompany him on more late-night escapades despite the pressures of authority… and, subsequently, the hope that there’s something more between you two than just friendship. it’s a funny feeling. hope. not yearning, not pining… just a hypothesis supplemented with a hell of a lot of optimism.

as he reaches the entrance to your dorm building, he’s struck with the realization that he can’t enter. for multiple reasons. the first is that he’ll need your keycard. he couldn’t even open the door if he wanted to. consequently, he’ll need to get you down from his back - begrudgingly so. thankfully, however, your resident assistant knows what you two have been up to. yeji approaches the door with a knowing smirk. jeongin innocently smiles back through the glass panel on the door.

yeji opens the door with a short sigh as she sees your condition. “what’d you guys do this time? go for a hike?” she steps outside wearing little to protect her from the weather. a knitted sweater and pajama pants don’t really cut it when it’s below freezing out. “sheesh,” she remarks. “nevermind, i guess.”

jeongin silently shushes the redhead before him. “they saw us,” he mouths out to her. she takes a look around for any signs of trouble, just as the two of you had done earlier. then, she carefully steps around the boy and taps you on the shoulder.

“wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispers, continuing to poke at you.

suddenly, you become aware of the prodding sensation at your back, as well as the faint noise echoing from beside your ear. a voice. you groggily open your eyes, lifting your head up from jeongin’s shoulder. it then occurs to you that you’ve stopped moving as well.

“come on,” yeji continues.

“hi,” you squeak, voice raspy from fatigue, before an involuntary yawn slips out. you straighten your posture, allowing for yeji to take hold of your arm. then, jeongin bends down a bit, giving you the ability to step down from your position as yeji holds onto you for balance. “thanks.”

once you’re down, jeongin stretches his back and arms. “i thought you were dead, you know. until i heard you snoring.”

you chuckle. “oh, please. you should hear yourself in geography class.” he clicks his tongue as you and yeji each let out a quiet giggle.

“it’s getting late, you two,” yeji says, clutching onto her own arms for warmth. “and cold. let’s go.” she starts toward the door, gesturing for you to follow her inside. you almost make it in, too, before you remember something.

“oh! the scarf,” you exclaim. well, whisper-exclaim. you unravel the cloth around your neck, walking back over to the boy to whom it belongs. you do exactly what he’d done for you, draping the garment around him before wrapping it over his shoulder.

he can’t help but blush. you can’t help but notice.

“chop chop!” asserts yeji, beginning to shiver from the cold.

jeongin blinks up at her before returning his gaze to you. “goodnight, y/n,” he murmurs. the look he’s giving you sends a chill through you. a small smile, genuine eyes… your face takes on a familiar warmth once more.

“goodnight, dummy,” you reply, nonchalantly. his grin widens.

yeji crosses her arms. “i will close this door right now.”

“alright!” you respond, turning toward her with your hands raised in defeat. you step inside, striding past her and toward the hall.

“now, get back to your dorm before you get suspended.”

“yes ma’am,” jeongin remarks in return. “g’night.” they exchange a smile and wave before yeji finally closes the door.

jeongin can’t help but grin to himself as he stuffs his hands into his coat pockets and starts his departure to his building. his cheeks are ablaze, which he’d normally suggest is due to the cold. not this time, though. now, he has a pep in his step. he’ll meander home, beaming with a sense of joy. joy, giddiness, excitement… hope. and, when he finally arrives back at his dorm - much to his sleepy roommate’s dismay - he’ll stay up a little while longer thinking about you; the subtle sounds of your breath beside his ear, the way you’d let out a hushed laugh at his remarks, and how absolutely darling you looked wrapped up in his scarf. little does he know you’ll be lying wide awake doing the exact same thing.

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GF - Mystery Twins: Not Freaking Out

A new AU inspired by Mystery Skulls…

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Ch.1

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April 6th, 1972

“What?! Stanford, tell him he’s crazy!”

But Ford glanced down at his navy-blue pamphlet, wincing, and closed the curtains, purposely keeping his eyes off his brother.

“Stanford? Don’t leave me hanging?” Stanley croaked. “High six?”

And the door was slammed in his face by his father’s hand, deaf to the wails of his nephew and the choked sobs from his mother.

Stanley growled in his throat. “Fine! I can make it on my own! I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone! I’ll make millions and you’re RUE the day you turned your back on me!”

~~~~~~~~~~

May 14th, 1976

Fiddleford had insisted that he and Stanford go out to celebrate their upcoming graduation. In a few days they would no longer be students, ready to use what they learned out in the real world. Stanford was reluctant, but agreed. What were the odds anything outside of a few drinks and some good food would occur? Stanford had a lot to drink for and it did seem like he never left campus for some typical college fun, so he took a shot and then stuck to some cozy beer and some onion rings.

After fleeing Columbia prison with a gang, and then weaseling his way out of that mess in New Mexico, Stanley had been apprehensive about trying to make it big in southern California, not knowing much about Stanford’s new life, but he did know that’s where he was going to college; Moses bless Ma and her phone calls. But what were the odds Stanley would ever run into his brother? He needed the money so he took the shot.

At first, Stanford thought it was his imagination and he nearly choked on his beer while Fiddleford was busy talking to a guy who was also from Tennessee. A second, longer look confirmed his fears and Stanford saw his long-lost family member exit the bar, leaving behind a small table with a few empty beers on it to smoke.

With Stanley’s back to him, Stanford studied him through the glass. His hair was a bit longer than how he kept it in high-school and it wasn’t slick back tonight; probably from holding his head so much. From what Stanford had seen before Stanley had leaned against the window, his face wasn’t as round and youthful as it was four years ago; he had grown a square jaw like Pa’s. Like Stanford’s. His skin was rough and scraggly, unlike Stanford who was clean-shaved, and he wore work boots, dirty jeans, and a worn white t-shirt. Stanley Pines looked rough around the edges, but when he re-entered the bar Stanford saw that spark in his brown eyes that guaranteed a heart made of plastic gold and a promise to protect the things he cares about.

Stanford wanted to be angry. He wanted to shake his rage, punch the jerk in the face, and leave for campus. But he couldn’t. He was too relieved to see his brother alive and a very very small part of him had missed him like crazy these last four years. He wasn’t quite ready to forgive Stanley for what he did, but maybe if he was ready to apologize, Stanford could be ready.

Stanley’s eyes landed on Stanford on his way to his table and he froze like a statue and paled three sheets. Stanford wondered if Stanley would pass out and he could feel himself turn red with embarrassment. He bit his lip and tried to move his own eyes to the six-fingered hand around his drink, but his mind stayed on Stanley and the corner of his eye kept him in view.

Stanley looked ready to walk out the door, but with a sigh he returned to his table. Stanford could feel Stanley staring at his back; he let him; it was only fair that Stanley got to absorb Stanford’s appearance since he had his fill of how much Stanley had changed. He was bigger than he was in high-school, taller and slightly thicker maybe, but not nearly as muscular as his twin. Stanford’s hair was still an uncontrollable fluffy mess and he still wore glasses, and today he wore clean jeans with black sneakers to go with his black t-shirt that was covered by a brown jacket with tons of pockets.

Stanford couldn’t stand his brother looking at him and not looking back for too long. When he looked at Stanley, a waitress was picking up the empty glasses. Stanford watched Stanley hold up two fingers, the waitress nodded and said something he could hear across the bar, and she left. Stanley looked at Stanford, their eyes meeting, and he gestured casually for Stanford to join him at his two-person table and looked away, waiting for Stanford to either accept or reject the invitation. After taking a deep breath, Stanford swallowed one last mouthful of his drink, wiped his lips dry, and made himself walk to his brother’s table.

If either of them thought things were awkward before the moment Stanford sat in the empty chair, the atmosphere became even thicker and the room suddenly felt even warmer. None of them said a word and remained silent until the waitress came by with two more beers. While Stanford quietly thanked her, Stanley gulped his down. Stanford snorted with a small smile as he brought his glass up to his lips. The drink half-empty, Stanley slammed his down, gave a small grunt, and spat out, “So, what’s the word, Sixer?”

Stanford smiled as he slowly began to spill about college and his new friends. Well, more like best friend and acquaintances, but his status was much better than it was in high-school and he was much happier. Stanley nearly choked on his beer when Stanford mentioned his twelve PhDs and he immediately congratulated him and told him how proud he was; he even ordered two shots to celebrate with. Stories of college were swapped for stories of Stanley’s travels and before either brothers knew it, it was almost like nothing had ever happened. (This was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems, but let’s not ruin a good thing.)

As less and less people crowded the bar and the drinks started to slow down, more and more was said between the pair of twins and it was almost too easy with how things flowed. Eventually they were the only ones at the bar and they could tell the staff was waiting for them to leave so they could close, so they decided to go for a walk to keep the good conversation going. It seemed like nothing could end such a surprisingly successful night until the hairs on the back of Stanley’s neck stood up and he looked over his shoulder.

Four dreary shadows followed them in the dead of night, but Stanley recognized them instantly. He tried to get Stanford to leave, but the eldest twin refused, no matter how hard the younger one pushed. Stanley stopped trying when Stanford gritted through his teeth, “I won’t abandon you again, Lee.”

The twins may have been out-numbered, but the gang was out-matched. After a few scrapes and close calls, the Pines twins left the goons on the sidewalk and ran before the cops could be called. One look at Stanley while under a lamppost and Stanford saw how badly his brother was beaten, so he forced him onto a trolley for Backupsmore and took him up to his dorm, where a first-aid kit sat under his bed.

Stanford ignored the fact that Fiddleford wasn’t back while he fixed Stanley up. He also ignored his twin’s groveling, claiming he could take care of himself, but Stanley had a broken nose and needed the extra pair of hands to snap his bones back into place. When all was said and done and Stanley’s schnoz had quit bleeding, Stanford filled an ice pack and made his twin lay down on his bed so he could rest. That was when Stanley spat out what had been on his mind all night.

“Why do you even care?” His eyes were covered by his beefy arm, making his expression hard to read. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

Stanford stared. Had he really made it seem he was so angry at Stanley he wouldn’t help him? “I… Yes. Yes, I’m still mad at you, but… but I…” He stumbled over his words and swallowed, the ice pack making his fingers numb.

Stanley peeked at his brother and sighed. “I’m mad, too… but I missed you so much that I ain’t got the time to be mad. You get what I’m sayin’?”

Stanford smiled and could feel a hundred pounds being lifted from his shoulders. “I think so. I might be angry at you for what you did, but I’m at a point in which I don’t care. At least, not as much as I care about getting my brother back.” He added nervously.

Stanley finally returned the smile. “Yeah. Me too.” And he accepted the ice pack and placed it on his head to help with the ache.

The next morning, Fiddleford tiptoed into his dorm and was surprised to find Stanford asleep on the floor, sitting with his arms-crossed on the bed, and a stranger on Stanford’s bed, one of his hands in Stanford’s hair. But a closer look told Fiddleford that the stranger was family and so he left them alone without a single sound.

~~~~~~~~~~

“No way?!” Stanley reread the check his brother handed to him. His eyes were particularly drawn to all those zeros, but he also checked the address and such and such. He grinned proudly and handed the slip of paper back with a playfully shove of his twin’s shoulder. “Congrats, Sixer!”

“Thank you, Stanley.” Stanford replied with rosy cheeks, pocketing the check in his brown jacket. “Now I just have to decide on what to study and how I’ll study it.”

“You’ll figure something out.” Stanley said as he munched on his bacon, happy to sit at a breakfast joint with his brother and just casually talk about life and junk. He didn’t need anything else. “Stanford Pines always thinks of a way.”

Stanford chuckled nervously, then changed the subject. “So, how do you like San Francisco?”

“It’s nice.” Stanley muttered with a shrug. “Not gonna lie, much of what I’ve already seen. Big city on water. It’s a lot nicer than Columbia, for sure, but it’s okay.” Stanford didn’t miss how uncomfortable he was about the subject, which made him only more sure what he was about to say was the right thing.

“I… I think I’ve decided what I want to study.”

Stanley grinned, his spirit much higher. “That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s hear it!”

“Well, when I was thinking about it, I couldn’t help but remember how I had always been teased for my six fingers.” Stanford started, raising a hand and wiggling his fingers. “But that got me thinking about anomalies.” And he pulled out his book on the subject and set it on the table for Stan to pick up and flick through the pages. “You know, things that are odd, unusual, statistically improbable, but not impossible.”

“Nothing’s impossible, yeah I know.” Stanley agreed. “Well this all looks great! So you’re gonna go find monsters and stuff? Sounds right up your alley!”

“Thank you.” Stanford said with a smile. “I’ve already calculated where to start, and there appears to be a large cluster of anomalies in Oregon. The grant will cover the cost of a house and lab and everything I could need to properly investigate. But… it��s a bit overwhelming.” Stanford admitted. “It’s a lot to explore for one man.”

“Hey hey,” Stanley said firmly to squash any doubt. “You’ll be amazing at it.”

“I was thinking of hiring an assistant.” Stanford went on, hoping to get his point across successfully. “The grant is enough to cover some help.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea! What about that Fiddlesticks guy?”

“I was actually thinking of keeping this in the family.”

Stanley’s smile dropped. After staring at him for a second or two, he lowered his head and sipped his orange juice. “Oh.”

“I’ll pay you for your work.” Stanford explained. “I haven’t even started on the blueprints for the house yet, but you were always creative and ingenuitive; we can think of a design we both like and would give us our own rooms and space. You wouldn’t have to pay for rent or the bills, you working would do that, but your pay would be lower, but it would be enough for whatever you need. Sure, if I really had to I could probably figure it out, but I would really rather not, and…”

“I’m in.”

It was Stanford’s turn to stare. He was really expecting his brother to refuse, to be stubborn about this. Stanford wasn’t an idiot; he knew Stanley was living in his car and had not been doing well the last four years, and he harbored a lot of guilt for that, but now he had a chance to make things right. Things were still uncertain, and there were still some things about what happened they would have to talk about, some day, but family helps family. Right? “Really?”

Stanley laughed and smiled at him. “Yeah, bro! You need help and I can help you, so I’m in. Last thing I need is for you to go skipping into Roadkill County by yourself and getting eaten by a two-headed mountain lion or something. ‘Sides, we always wanted to go on monster hunts as kids, and if I’ve learned anything, it’s that life is way too short to not do whatcha wanna do.”

Stanford grinned. “You won’t regret this, Lee! I swear!”

“Don’t sweat it,” Stanley chuckled. It was scary how similar they were; it appeared that Stanford was just as scared of losing Stanley as Stanley was of losing Stanford. “Wherever we go, we go together, right?” And he raised a hand to him.

Stanford grinned. “Right.” And they sealed the deal with a high-six.

~~~~~~~~~~

August 30th, 2000

“Move! MOVE! Outta my way!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Please excuse us, sorry!”

Ford was attempting to be the responsible and respectful one, since Stan was clearly going to be rambunctious and obnoxious enough for them both, but truth be told, if Stan was the one who was calm, Ford would be going ballistic.

They both ran into the hospital lobby, glanced at the directions board for the correct floor, and glanced at the elevator, stuffed with people like sardines in a tin can. Stan groaned and darted for the door to the stairs, making Ford grin and follow. They both used their adrenaline to run as fast as they could up the stairs and they nearly broke the door off the hinges at the sixth floor.

Of course, no one familiar was there to greet them, but the twins took that as a good sign; they hadn’t missed it. They walked to room 18 and saw that it was labeled “Pines.” The door suddenly opened and they were met faced-to-face with their nephew, Alex.

The young man grinned at the sight of his uncles. “Hey! You made it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it, my boy.” Ford assured, patting his back.

“Is the squirt here yet?” Stan asked.

Alex shook his head. “No, not yet. But Dana’s at eight centimeters, so it shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“Well, we’re here for you if you need us.”

“Thanks. I better go get her ice chips…”

“Oh, I gotcha, sport.” Stan said and headed down the hall casually, his hands in the pockets of his khakis.

“Seriously,” Alex muttered to Ford, a bit more mournful now. “I really appreciate… I’m glad you’re both here.”

Ford smiled kindly and squeezed his shoulder. “Your father would be very proud.”

Alex managed to smile back. An alarm rang over the door for room 18, and Alex ran back inside, leaving Ford to stand there in horror as Dana lay in bed, sweating. Two doctors hurried inside the hospital room and the door was closed, leaving Ford in the dark. He sighed, hoping no more death would strike this family, and he took a seat in the hall to wait.

Stan was shaken, but hid it well, when he came back and Ford had to tell him that something wasn’t right. They were both very surprised when the door was thrown open and Dana was wheeled out in her bed. Alex was squeezing her hand as two doctors called out orders and took the new mother away. Ford and Stan hurried close behind, but were stopped at a different door.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but only the father is allowed with the mother for the C-Section.”

The twins paled. “C-Section?!”

Two hours later, Alex emerged, shaking, but grinning. “They’re… they’re okay. They’re okay.”

“Holy Moses, Lil’Lex, what happened?” Stan said sympathetically.

“It’s… well, why don’t you come in first, then I’ll tell you.” Alex suggested. The pair of men nodded, and were led into a bigger room.

Dana was asleep, apparently on some kind of medicine to help her sleep. There was a special hospital crib next to the big bed. Stan and Ford cautiously approached with Alex, but Ford had to cover his mouth with his six-fingered hand and Stan accidentally let out a long line of swears, making Ford smack him upside the head.

There were two babies. One wore a pink hat, one wore a blue hat, both wrapped in warm blankets, and lying close together. There was a second crib off to the side, but there was no wonder why it wasn’t in use. Twins stick together.

“Mighty Axolotl, thank you.” Ford muttered under his breath. “Alex, they’re beautiful.”

Stan rounded on his nephew and ruffled his fluffy brown hair. “You trying to be a conman like your uncle?”

“Heh, we did decide to take a leaf outta your book, Uncle Stan.” Alex admitted. “We wanted to surprise you both. That’s why things were a bit complicated, but everything worked out. The girl, Mabel, came out first. She kicked the doctor in the jaw.”

“Hah! That’s my girl!” Stan said proudly.

“The boy, Mason, had his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Came out blue.” Alex admitted. “He’s okay now, just gave us a scare, but the doctors say he’ll be alright.”

“Thank goodness.” Ford looked down at the baby boy and smiled, truly grateful he was okay, and he thought he could see something poking out of his hat, but it was probably just fuzz.

Alex watched amusingly as the older twins just looked down at the sleeping younger twins. They were smiling so peacefully while their brown eyes were glued hungrily at the newborns. Alex waited for them to ask, but apparently they weren’t going to, so he chuckled warmly, “You know you can hold them too, if you want.”

Ford swallowed. “V-Very well…”

Meanwhile Stan pulled up a chair, sat, and excitedly waited like a child.

Alex scooped up the baby boy and gave him to Stan, who held him like a champ. Then Alex carefully picked up his little daughter and let Ford hold her, who was as stiff as wood and extremely cautious, but after a minute of feeling how peaceful she breathed against him and slept, it was easy to relax.

“Hello,” Ford muttered down at the baby girl, who slept happily.

Stan smiled down at the baby boy, getting strong deja vu from when he held his nephew all those years ago. He noticed something on the baby’s forehead and carefully freed a hand to smooth over his skin, but it wasn’t something that could be wiped away. He gently pushed the tiny blue hat up the small forehead and beamed with pride at the unique birthmark. “Well, look at you, buddy boy. Whatcha hiding that for, ey? That’s pretty special.”

Ford looked down and smiled. “How interesting.”

“Kinda looks like the Big Dipper.” Stan said.

Ford chuckled. “It does.” Something caught his eye, drawing his attention back to the baby girl. She was stirring in Ford’s arms, and soon opened one eye, getting used to the bright world. The scientist held his breath as she looked up at him, and slowly opened her other eye, staring up at him with brown eyes that matched his own. “Stanley,” He hissed. “Stanley, he’s looking at me.”

Stan looked and smiled. “She must see something she likes.” He sneered playfully.

Ford smiled warmly down at her. “Hello there, sweetheart. I’m your Great-Uncle Ford, hi.”

Stan snorted and looked down at his new nephew. “That’s too much of a mouthful. You two gremlins just call me your Grunkle Stan, k’?”

~~~~~~~~~~

January 18th, 2001

The phone was ringing. No, maybe Stan had dreamed the phone rang, because when he lifted his head to listen, he couldn’t hear it, so he let his head fall back on his pillow and he began snoring again.

Ford soon opened the door. He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathed deeply to control himself, and then he entered Stan’s bedroom. He stood beside his sleeping brother and squeezed his shoulder. “Stanley. Stanley, wake up please.”

Stan blinked awake, groaned, and turned. “Whatcha want, Sixer?”

“Stanley, please sit up. I need to tell you something.”

That got his attention; how grave Ford’s voice sounded, how serious, how scary and non-urgent it was. This wasn’t an emergency, but it wasn’t good if Ford was waking him up in the middle of the night. Stan sat up and slipped on his glasses. “What’s wrong?”

Ford sat on the bed, facing his twin. He was quiet for a moment, but then began to talk in a melancholy tone. “W-We… um… The…” Ford cleared his throat in a sad attempt to start again. “I need you to, please, be ready to leave for California as soon as you can. W-We should pack for a few days, maybe a week just in case.”

A shiver went down Stan’s spine. “Why?”

Ford took in a deep breath and took off his glasses. That was never a good sign. “Alex and D-Dana went out. Left Mason and Mabel with a neighbor for a date night. I-It was raining…” And Ford was at a loss for words.

Stan sighed tiredly. “They got into a car crash, didn’t they?”

Ford nodded.

Stan clapped his hands on his knees. “Well, we can help ‘em out. Those little guys love us, and we can stay longer than a week to help the love birds recover.”

“Stanley… they can’t recover.”

That nearly made Stan’s heart stop. He watched as Ford’s head was hung low, but he could still see how wet his eyes were.

Ford swallowed and croaked out, “They’re gone.”

Stan bit his lip.

Ford turned his head away. “Let’s try to leave within the hour…” He made to move, to attempt to be a man and hide his tears, but Stan wouldn’t let him.

He brought his brother in for a tight, warm hug, and closed his eyes. Ford’s eyes brimmed with tears, and fell when he shut his eyes and buried his face in his twin’s shoulder, but he couldn’t do more than shudder and control his breathing. Stan was still as stone, but a single tear leaked out of one eye, and he let it fall without shame.

~~~~~~~~~~

The nice old lady who had babysat the twins when their parents died kept an eye on them until the uncles arrived, coming just as quickly as they did the day they heard the niblings were being born.

When Ford and Stan arrived at their dead nephew’s house and made a short journey to the one next door, crying disturbed their ears. The frail old lady sighed sadly and explained to the men, “I’ve tried everything for her. Bless her heart, she’s fine, but she misses her parents.”

When the old lady shuffled away to find her spare key for Alex and Dana’s house, Stan and Ford went to see their niece and nephew, the pair in a bassinet in the living room. Soft music played on a record-player, but they were deaf to it. Poor Mabel was crying her little heart out, wailing as hot tears streamed her red cheeks. Mason was by her side, holding her hand as his bottom lip trembled, trying to help his sister but having no idea how.

Stan noticed this and smiled down at the six-month-olds. He ruffled the brown fuzz on top of Mason’s head and cooed, “Hey there, gremlins. Remember us? C’mere, pumpkin, let’s see if we can’t make you feel better, ey?” Stan carefully picked Mabel up and Mason let go of her hand, his bottom lip still shaking with emotion.

Poor Mabel still cried just the same, but Stan was patient and even smiled at her stubbornness. Ford watched, intrigued, as Stan cradled the baby girl in his muscular arm, ran a finger down her button nose a few times, slowly, and breathed deeply. By the time he ran his finger down her nose the third time, Mabel had stopped crying, curious, and then yawned, turning towards his chest and clinging onto his red Hawaiian shirt.

“There we go, better?” Stan asked. Whimpering from the bassinet made Stan chuckle and he reached a strong arm down for his nephew. “Don’t think I forgot about you, Lil’Dipper. I gotcha.”

“How did you do that?” Ford whispered as Mabel snuggled against his chest and Mason calmed down the second he was in Stan’s embrace.

The businessman shrugged. “I dunno, it worked for Alex when he got fussy and it worked on one of Soos’ cousins at Thanksgiving last year.”

Ford smiled and patted his shoulder. “Well you’ve always had a way with children, Stanley.”

“You’ll get the hang of it, Sixer, don’t worry.” Stan assured, but he was suspicious when he saw a new expression on Ford’s face. “Well we are taking them home with us.” You would think they had this conversation on the long car-ride, but the drive had been dead silent as the cold reality had set in.

“Stanley, no.” Ford said firmly, looking away. “We can’t.”

“Have you lost your mind, cuz I’ll help you find it!” Stan scolded. “Why in the world wouldn’t we take them home?!”

“W-... I… I w-... It’s not a good idea.” Ford stuttered, finally looking at his brother again. “It’s not that I don’t want to! I want to! And you would be brilliant at it, Stanley! But… But they would be b-... I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t be any good at it.”

“You were fine at the hospital!”

“That was different! Gravity Falls is too dangerous. I hate to say it, but they…”

“Then don’t say it.” Stan growled warningly. He calmed down a little, and then said with the kind of authority that made his word final, “Listen, we’re family; wherever we go, we go together. If they didn’t come home with us, where would they go? Everyone’s gone, so they’d go in the system, and you and I have both heard the horror stories. Best case scenario they would be separated, and that’s the best case scenario. They aren’t going in the system. They’re coming home.

“And what’s all this talk about you not being good enough for them?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say, and I’ve heard you say some stupid sh-stuff! They need you, and you need them. And honestly, if these kids are anything like us, I’m more worried about the town surviving than I am of them being okay.”

Ford snorted and bit his lip, smiling down at the pair of babies.

“It’ll work out, Sixer, just you wait and see.” Stan reassured and handed Mabel to him, despite the frantic look on Ford’s face and the fact that he was shaking his head “no”.

Mabel hadn’t really fallen asleep; she was merely resting against Stan’s body. Now she grabbed Ford’s black sweater tightly and nuzzled her chubby cheeks into the yarn. She smiled at the soft touch. Ford held his breath, waiting for Mabel to start crying again, but she didn’t. He took in a few breaths and adjusted his hold so she was cradled more comfortably. The scientist smiled down at her and found all of his troubles were a bit less troubling.

“And no offense, Brainiac, but I don’t give a… gnome’s butt what you say.” Stan injected; he was really going to have to work on his swears. “I’m going to the courthouse before we leave town and I’m adopting these gremlins.”

“What?!” Ford looked back up at him in shock. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” Stan had a very serious look on his face that Ford had only seen on rare occasions. “I ain’t risking some distant cousin or whatnot deciding I ain’t good enough, or the system deciding to take ‘em. They’re my kids…”

“I want to adopt them with you.” Ford interrupted, his voice lighter than it had been all conversation.

Stan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to do that…”

“I want to.” Ford said earnestly, looking back down at Mabel. The second Stan mentioned the possibility of them going away again, Ford’s heart broke. He couldn’t do it. Not if his life depended on it. He couldn’t let his children go. “Y-you’re right. I can’t… I can’t lose…” And he bit his lip and cleared his throat. “You were right, Stanley.”

“Heh. A broken clock is right twice a day.” Stan quoted and let Mason hold his finger as he held him in his arms. “Trust me. We’ll be okay.”

And Ford nodded, putting all of his trust in his family.

~~~~~~~~~~

“SIXER! C’MERE!”

Ford jumped up from his desk, knocking his chair to the floor, and sprinted down the hall for the living room, where he was certain his brother was yelling from. He stood at the doorway to find Mabel standing thanks to the help of the couch, a chubby hand on the cushion, and Dipper on his hands and knees beside her. Stan was sitting on the floor just two feet away from the toddlers and grinned at his brother. “Mabel almost took her first steps!”

“Really?!” Ford gasped happily and stepped into the room to watch.

“C’mere, pumpkin!” Stan cooed and waved his hands to himself. “Come to Grunkle Stan, c’mere!”

Mabel giggled and bounced on her knees, but still didn’t step to him. Stan even clapped one or twice to grab her attention, but all that made her do was let go of the couch to clap, but she was more than capable of standing on her own.

“Go on, sweetie, you can do it.” Ford encouraged.

At last Mabel seemed to notice that her other great-uncle was present. She turned and smiled a big smile at him, showcasing her new baby teeth, and surprised everyone when she turned and ran to Ford. Mabel might have tripped and fallen on her baby butt, but that didn’t stop her from giggling and reaching out for Ford, who instantly scooped her up while Stan stood, laughing.

“Mabel, you can walk! Clever girl, clever girl!” Ford praised.

“That’s our girl!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford was on the floor of the living room a few days later, playing with Dipper and Mabel, building block towers. The door opened and closed and a booming voice called, “Where’s my troublemakers, ey?!”

The babies squealed and giggled and had a little race, crawling as fast as they could to the hall where Stan stood with groceries in his arms, but he sat the food on the floor to have free hands for his kids, and he scooped them up and scratched their chubby cheeks with his stubble.

“Hey there, kiddos? Been good for Grunkle Ford? No? Good!”

Ford rolled his eyes as he picked up the groceries. “They were as good as gold.”

“Eh, I guess that’s okay.” Stan smiled at Dipper, who was reaching for his glasses, and said, “Hi.”

Dipper smiled. “Hi!”

Ford did a double take as Stan laughed proudly and squeezed his nephew.

~~~~~~~~~~

From first steps to first words to first birthdays, the pair of old explorers were there for everything and couldn’t believe their luck. Pretty soon they were taking the children on safe adventures with them, fishing and hiking, and teaching them everything from Cowls to how to hot-wire cop cars. For eight years their lives were complete and things were too good to be true.

But then Stan went missing. At first Ford wasn’t too worried, only mildly annoyed, but to be fair they had a disagreement recently and Stan was a grown man, so maybe he needed to blow off steam. But then days went by. This was extremely unlike Stan, and there were some people that would want him gone, so without scaring the children too much, he began searching for his twin, definitely not freaking out.

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #mystery skulls #stangst

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Dai the Flu

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected, a bit of a daddy kink, spanking, biting, spiting, cumplay, quirk usage, choking, voyeurism, slight dumbification, degradation, lil bit of fluff at the end

a/n: this is my first time ever writing a smut. i’ve actually never really attempted creating something in the format of a fanfic. so please, if anything, lemme know what i can do better! hope you enjoy this <3

Word count: 7.5K

Dabi x female reader

You weren’t a part of the League of Villains, but you had a small involvement with them. It wasn’t the turn you wanted your life to take, but after you had a run in with Dabi, it was almost inevitable.

You were walking back to your apartment after your shift at the corner store was over. Darkness had already been cast upon the sky and the only thing surrounding you was the static from the neon signs declaring that a shop was still open. The whir of passing cars gave you a sense of comfort walking alone at such a late hour. The area of town where you lived had gone up in villain attacks and you were always on edge. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle yourself but the last thing you wanted was to face off against someone you had no business doing so.

There was word going around about this guy who was a human cremation system and honestly it gave you goosebumps thinking about it. It was one reason you wished you had another way to get home. Just thinking about those blue flames flashing before your eyes was enough to give you nightmares and yet, the man who this quirk was attached to was something out of your dreams. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, after seeing him on the news in passing one day while getting ready for work, his face was ingrained in your brain. Even though he bore resemblance to a modern day Frankenstein, something about him had you hooked.

You were almost a block away from your apartment complex when you passed an alleyway and heard footsteps. Curiosity taking over, you stopped in your tracks and tried to peer down the alleyway that was shrouded in darkness, a lone lamppost giving off dingy yellow light. You started to feel your stomach twist in knots as you heard the footsteps getting louder and the silhouette of this person becoming more visible. Once you saw the beginnings of this figure’s hair your heart stopped and your eyes widened in disbelief.

It’s him.

Your mind was racing and you were frozen in fear. You couldn't move your body to move, let alone let alone a word to announce for him to stay away from you. As he passed the lamppost you saw his staples shine in the dim light, making him look more daunting than usual. You shook your head to bring back to reality and attempted to make your break for your apartment. Having seen enough and being in paralyzed in your own astonishment, you wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. The universe had different plans for you though.

“Hey.”

“Fuck..” you muttered under your breath. Before your left foot could even touch the ground he stopped you dead in your tracks.

“You’ve been standing there like a lost dog watching me limp up here, least you could do is respond back.”

You turned, almost robotically and finally faced him. He had now moved up a lot closer to you and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

“Hey kid, you a mute or somethin’?” he chuckled to himself really while you were still slightly shaking in your frozen state.

“N-no.” you shook your head in embarrassment trying to get your bearings together. You didn’t want to end up like the others but also was so confused on how to approach who was in front of you

“Sorry I’m just a little shook up here. I don’t know what I was expecting by sticking my nose in this but it definitely wasn’t this.” you had finally managed to get out. Your breath heavy and hands visibly shaking.

“Well, since you stuck your nose in someone else’s business don’t you think you should help ‘em out if they need it. I think you do.” He smirked at his staples having a slight click when he moved his mouth.

“What are you suggesting here..” you trailed off. The man pointed at his torso that he was holding with his other hand in a poor attempt to stall the bleeding that was oozing out of him.

“Kinda a little cut up here sweetheart...what were you thinking about?” He smirked forcing you to turn your head away due to the unwanted heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Uh-yeah...I can help you out. I’ve got a kit at my place. Just follow me.” your voice was meek due to the sheer embarrassment you felt at the moment. As you walked out of the alleyway you felt his blue eyes burning through your back. You weren’t sure whether to start up a conversation, you couldn’t place if it was due to the fear running through your veins or fear of humiliating yourself again in front of someone you found so intimidating yet so beguiling.

Finally reaching your complex, you walked up the stairs leading into your second level apartment. Heavy footsteps trailing behind you, you grabbed your keys from your back pocket and unlocked the door to your home. As you stepped in you hit the light by the door, illuminating the main room. Turning around to shut the door, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself with the villain you just willingly brought into your home. Turning back around to face him you fully realized that you had Dabi standing in the main room of your apartment, blood pooling out into his hand and staining his white shirt.

“Come on let’s get into the bathroom and get you cleaned up.” your eyes refused to meet his and you stared at the floor while walking to your bathroom because you could once again feel the heat rising up into your face.

“You got a lot of guts to just bring a wanted villain in your place and help him out. How do you know this isn’t a ploy of mine to wrap you in my flames?” He asked while standing in the doorway of your bathroom while you were searching in the cabinet underneath the sink. Finding it, you stood up and faced him

“You would’ve done it already. You don’t peg me as the type to play with your food; plus, as you pointed out, you’ve got a situation we need to handle. Not as menacing when you’re asking for help. Even if you phrase it as an owed debt.” you turned away from him to open up your first aid kit box. Surprised at your own sudden confidence while speaking to him. Looking back up at him, you pointed toward your counter.

“Have a seat.”

He looked at you and a small smirk forming upon his lips. You furrowed your brows slightly, trying to understand the look he was giving you. You shook your head feeling that you were giving yourself away too much and grabbed the gauze out of the box.

“Can you take off your jacket and shirt for me…” your voice softening, feeling as if you were intruding somewhat. He silently obliged by taking off his top articles of clothing. As they both landed on the floor, leaving a small splotch of blood as it hit the tiles. Your breath got caught in your throat as you paused your movements, staring at his toned chest. Pulling you out of your thoughts you heard Dabi’s voice resonate through your ears.

“If you’re gonna stare like that you could at least get me some food. Or at least fix me up first.”

He smirked looking at you straight in your eyes. Your eyes widened, completely humiliated that you had been caught staring at him so shamelessly. You quickly grabbed some hydrogen peroxide from underneath your sink to wet the gauze and clean up his wounded area before you did anything else. Closing in on his torso you brought the wet gauze around his wound to wipe away any smeared and dried blood. Throwing the used one away, you grabbed another and wet it again placing it directly on his open gash. He hissed at the contact chastising you in the process.

“Hey watch it! That shit hurts”

“Look, it’s not like I want it to hurt, but if I don’t do this it will get infected. Pretty sure that's the last thing your body needs.” You looked at him with eyes narrowed. Glancing toward his scars. While you knew that comment was a little harsh, you were annoyed not only with yourself for slipping up in front him but also his attitude was starting to irritate you.

“You’re pretty funny” he rolled his eyes and lightly chuckled at you.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the small suture kit in your first aid box. Lining yourself up with his torso you pressed the needle against his skin,

“This is probably going to hurt a bi-”

“-You look pretty good beneath me like this.” Dabi cut you off before you got the chance to give your warning about the sutures he was about to receive. Looking up at him incredulously you scoffed and continued your work. He chuckled but before he could get it out of his system you cut him off by saying he needed to stay still or he would make this process a lot longer. Both of you letting out a sigh you finally finished up the last stitch and snipped the end of the thread with a scissor. Leaving the bathroom, you went to go grab a shirt from your bedroom.

“Stay here, I need to grab something.” you added before you left the doorway. You went into your drawer looking to find one of your oversized t-shirts to give to him. Grabbing an old Slipknot shirt you went back into the bathroom to find him standing in front of the mirror looking at himself. Holding your hand out you gave him the shirt.

“I’m not sure of the state of your jacket but I can’t let you leave with a bloodied shirt. It’d really make you eyesore out there.”

Staring down at you, Dabi looked at you with something that could almost be seen as curiosity. Taking the shirt from your hands, you swore you saw a small smile creep onto his face.

“Thanks princess.”

The pet name that slipped from his lips made you fluster immediately. Your eyes widening for a moment and heart rate picking up. He obviously saw the effect it had on you because when you looked at him the smirk that adorned his face was impish. Fully knowing what he was doing to you.

Picking his jacket up off your bathroom floor, he slipped it on and looked at you to move from the doorway. Scooching to the left you let him pass by. You knew he couldn’t stay but for some reason your heart sank as you watched him go to your front door. As if he knew the wave of emotions running through you, he turned around with his hand still on the door handle,

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll see me around soon enough.” and with that he turned around and walked out the door. Your back hit the wall in your hallway and you let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in. Shoving your hands into your face you rubbed them and heaved out a sigh.

“What the fuck just happened...”

With that you failed to realize the world you just opened yourself up to. The world of having Dabi actively in your life. You failed to realize that this quick interaction with a villain that stirred up such fear in others was one to stir up excitement in you.

That happened over six months ago. Over the span of these few months you ended up becoming Dabi’s personal ER doc. Not by choice either. You never knew when he was gonna spring up on you while walking home from work, at work, or even sneaking through your window waiting for you to return home. Something he called a “pleasant surprise” for you. To see him sprawled on your couch covered in filth and the occasional markings of blood.

Tonight was the start of you finally having a few days off of work. So you decided to treat yourself to some self care days. You felt you deserved it. Between dealing with the nightlife that sauntered into the corner store and constantly having to patch up Dabi, you were reaching your limit of it all. You needed a few moments to yourself to finally release all the pent up emotions that were flowing over inside of you. Unlocking the door unto your apartment, you threw your keys into the bowl on the table by your door. Propping your hands on the back of your neck you stretched and let out a moan. Sighing, you walk into your bedroom rummaging through your drawers, you grabbed a sleep shirt, some underwear, and a few candles. Walking into your bathroom you set the items on the counter. Lighting the candles, you looked in the mirror noticing your tiredness masking over your face. Feeling grimey from the day's work, you stripped yourself of your clothes and turned the shower on. You wanted to scrub any filth off first before you decided to rest in the bath.

Finishing up cleaning off your body you pulled the knob on the head of the bathtub to switch up the source of water. Grabbing your lavender scented bath salts from the floor you poured them into the stream of hot water flowing from the knob. Deciding they had dissolved enough you let your body relax into the tub, the feeling of the water instantly relaxing your muscles. There was steam filling up the bathroom adding to the relaxing aura you had already created. Closing your eyes your mind had drifted to him. That blue eyed bastard. He didn’t even know your name. It was never short of a surprise whenever he showed up and you couldn’t deny the excitement that stirred within your body when he did.

He was intoxicating. Like a drug. You knew that he was more than a handful to be involved with but, something about him wouldn’t allow you to leave him alone. You were always ready to help him, even if seeing him in such a state worried you. You wondered what unannounced visit would be the last. You couldn’t deny how you wished there was something more than just you patching him up and him leaving with a wink. It pained you not being able to live out this fantasy of yours, but you knew it was for the best.

Opening your eyes, you let out a big sigh. Bringing yourself up from out of the tub and letting it drain, you grabbed your towel from off the toilet and dried your body off. Blowing out the candles you put on your moisturizer and sleepwear and left the bathroom sauntering back in your room. Leaving your dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of your bed your mind drifted to Dabi again and a sudden urge overcame your body. Feeling heat rush to your core you scooted further back on your bed and situated yourself into a more comfortable position.

Letting your hands roam down your body you scrunched up your shirt moving to play with your nipples. Guiding one hand down to your core you began to tease your sensitive bud through your underwear. Getting antsy you pulled your underwear off and threw them somewhere on your bedroom floor. Slipping your fingers into your wet hole you began thrusting them inside you, your back arching while doing so. Squeezing harder on your hardened nipple you let out a soft moan. Increasing your speed you grazed over the spongy spot inside you causing you to let out a loud gasp and a name slipped from your lips.

“Dabi~”

Too engrossed in your own pleasure you failed to hear the window in your main room slide open. A slender leg slipped through the window and Dabi pulled himself in. He had no intentions of being patched up tonight, he just decided to make a quick stop considering he was in the area. Turning around to shut the window he heard you gasping from the other room. Curiosity and pure sadism rushing through his veins he made slow steps to your bedroom. With you having left your door open he was able to watch over you without making a sound. Crossing his arms, a smirk was cast upon his face watching your writhe in your self made pleasure. Completely intrigued by your moans he continued to watch but what he didn’t expect was the words that followed,

“Dabi! Please~”

His eyes widened for a second but they quickly narrowed, carnal desires now taking over his mind. His smirk turned into a sadistic smile and he finally opened his mouth.

“I’ve always wondered what it takes…”

His voice boomed through your room, echoing in your head like a tainted prayer. Your hand ripped from your drenched cunt embarrassed heat rushing to your face. You felt mortified.

“D-dabi...what’re you doing in here”

“Ah, c’mon princess, that’s not how you were saying it before. Say it right.” He sneered at you obviously amused by your state of utter humiliation.

“You can’t just come in here unannounced” you tried desperately to keep your composure while your slick was drying on your fingers.

“I always come in unannounced and by the looks of things...looks like you wanted me to cum in somewhere else.” His voice dropped entering a state of utter rasp. Eyes trailing down your body. He started to stalk over to you like a predator to its prey,

“Dabi, I- you weren’t supposed to see me like this ever. Please...just leave I can’t take you looking at me like this anymore.” You hid your hand underneath yourself trying to look as in control as possible, but the docile tone in your voice betrayed your words. Dabi continued his tread toward you, coming up near the edge of your bed. Pressing his hands into the mattress he leaned forward, pinning you with his eyes against the bed.

“You’re right, but right now I really enjoy what I see.” Drawing his finger up your exposed leg. He continued his verbal assault on you

“In fact, I’d like to see you under me. Squirming and crying while you beg for me to give you a break when you know you just want me to keep fucking you.” He breathed out as he crawled over your figure.

“But before we do that princess, I just realized I don’t know your name. Why don’t you tell me, hmm” As if to emphasize his question, he pressed his thumb into your clit causing you to moan out his name.

“Nah, sweetheart, that’s my name. Tell me yours” He purred against your ear, his breath hot against it.

“Y/N.” you panted out “It’s Y/N.” Unable to catch your breath you just looked up at him, frozen at what was currently happening to you.

“Y/N huh, it suits you. Although, I can’t promise you that’s the only thing I’m gonna be calling you tonight.” He leaned down pressing unusually gentle kisses into the crook of your neck. Your body filling up with goosebumps and heat rushing straight to your core. You moan arching your back, simultaneously giving him better access to your neck. Enjoying yourself a little too much, you were brought back to reality when he sank his teeth into your shoulder. Hissing you snapped your head at him ready to bark out profanities, but he beat you to it.

His two toned hand wrapped around your jaw, squishing your cheeks together and pursing your lips forward.

“Don’t even try it. I got you all figured out Y/N. You make a move and I’ve already predicted it.”

“Oh bite me.” You hissed at him.

“Careful. Princess.” Growling out his words, he sunk his teeth back into your shoulder making you let out an ungodly moan. Coming out from the crease where your shoulder and neck meet he looked into your glossed over orbs

“I believe the sting proves heart to me, and I know that you love me. So submit to me, I promise you won’t want anything else.”

“Dabi, please.” you whined against him

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you, say it one more time Y/N.” Releasing his grip from your jaw it allowed you to enunciate better even though he heard you clearly the previous time.

“Dabi, please, I wan- I need you so bad. Please Dabi don’t make me wait anymore”

“Look at you, whining like a desperate slut and all I’ve done is thumb your clit a bit. You’re pathetic. I love it.” Grabbing your jaw again he looked down at you his pupils blown wide with lust and his member poking at your sex through his pants.

“Open your mouth.”

Shamelessly, you opened your mouth, automatically sticking your tongue out for him.

“Good girl.” He curled his bottom lip back a bit gathering the spit in his mouth and he spat it into yours. You squeezed your eyes shut in shock of what just happened but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You were soaking and were begging silently for him to do it again. When your eyes opened back up they resembled that of a doe. Looking at Dabi with complete adoration. A dark chuckled stumbled from him mouth

“You liked that didn’t you, you naughty bitch.” He emphasized the last of his words with a hard slap to your thigh which jiggled from the impact. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan to not give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon baby girl moan for me. They’re so sweet, I love ‘em. Let me hear you.” He slapped your thigh again punctuating his words. He slithered down your body and came face to face with your core. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he brought your body closer to his face, his nose brushing up against your clit. You whimpered, the unexpected contact making you grow impatient.

“God, please, please use your mouth on me, I’m begging you Dabi.” You cried out to him and he crowed at you

“Damn, I didn’t even have to ask. You’re such a slut.” He bowed his head into your core, licking a stripe from your hole up to your clit. You threw your head back indulging in the sudden pleasure he was giving you. Lapping at your clit, he looked up at you through hooded eyes. Feeling his gaze, you met his eyes and when you did he placed a small nip at your clit, following it with a hard suck. You darted your hand down to his head, threading your fingers through his stygian locks.

Pulling at it, you felt him smile against your heat, still continuing his performance on your clit. Feeling your core twitch and the knot in your stomach tighten, your breath started to quicken and started babbling that you were about to cum. Tightening your grip on Dabi’s hair, your high washed over you spawning you to arch your back and your legs to shake from the stimulation. Panting heavily and trying to bring yourself back down you heard Dabi’s voice ring through your ears.

“Get up.” You were in such a state of overbearing lust that it took you a moment to register what Dabi had said to you. Your body finally registered his words and lifted yourself up from your spot on the bed. Standing up, you watched him roll off of his knees and sit on the edge of your bed waiting for you to finish his command.

“Y/N, don’t just stand there, come over here in front of me. You know I don’t bite hard.” He patted his lap while carefully watching your movements while you made your way toward him. Standing in between his legs you wrapped your arms around his neck, you weaved your hand in his hair pulling his head back. Looking into his alluring blue eyes, down to his lips and back up to his eyes. You two spoke an unspoken language and with that you smashed your lips upon his.

He moved himself a little further back onto your bed and pulled you down with him, forcing you to straddle his hips. The kiss was nasty and fueled by pure unuttered lust. Grinding down against him he let out a strangled moan. Your wetness leaving a trail on the outside of his pants. You clawed down Dabi’s chest and he pulled at your hair in response. With a low growl he pulled you away from him and looked straight through you.

“Get on your knees for me.”

Licking the leftover spit off from your lips you backed up and brought yourself down to your knees. Teasing with the buckle of his belt, you pulled it out of its loops antagonizing slow. Following suit with the button of his pants, you pulled them down along with his underwear. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of his cock, having you wonder if you could fully take it down.

“Staring at it isn’t gonna do it for me princess.”

Looking up at him with doe eyes and a slight nod, you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock up to the tip, pressing a feather light kiss to the head. Lapping away at the drops of precum beading out, you swirled your tongue around his tip before gathering up spit and letting it fall down the sides of his hard cock. With one hand at the base you took him into your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. Gagging slightly when his tip hit the back of your throat. Tears welling up in your eyes at the contact, Dabi let out a low moan, throwing his hand into your hair,

“God. You’re so good at this Y/N.”

With the sudden praise you picked up the pace feeling confidence surge through you. You incorporated your hand and bobbed your head in sync. Taking your other hand, you began to fondle his balls adding extra stimulation

“Y/N fuck. Fuck keep doing that” Dabi’s hand tightened in your hair and he began thrusting lightly into your mouth, attempting to hold onto the last bits of his composure. You hollowed out your cheeks creating a tight seal around his dick and he groaned so loud that it definitely echoed into the halls of your surrounding neighbors.

“Fuck! Y/N, I’m gonna, fuck I’m cumming- ah!” His thick ropes of cum shot in the back of your throat but before you could swallow Dabi grabbed your jaw again,

“Keep that fuckin cum in you mouth. You don’t swallow until I say you can. Now get on the bed and lie down.”

Keeping your mouth closed, you climbed up onto the bed and lied on your back, careful to not choke on the fluid residing in your mouth. Dabi stepped out of his pants and came up to place a kiss upon your lips. He reached down to the bottom of your sleep shirt and pulled it over your head. Before he came back down to your body, he discarded his shirt across your bedroom floor. He faced you again, kissing across your collarbone, trailing down the valley between your breasts and finally landing on a nipple. Suckling on it you let out an airy moan, still worried about choking on the cum you had settled in your mouth.

Dabi looked up at you and smirked, trailing his hand down the curves of your body, placing his palm flat upon your tummy he let his hand fall into your dripping sex. Rubbing small circles in your clit, he sucked harder on your nipple. You threw your head back in sheer pleasure simply forgetting about the cum in your mouth, you swallowed. One of Dabi’s fingers slipped inside your aching core and you whipped your head forward letting out a scream. This caught Dabi’s attention and immediately he was on your case.

“Oh. So my little whore doesn’t know how to follow orders does she? Such a pity I was hoping to have a little more fun with you.” Removing himself from your body he sat up on the bed. Looking at you, a domineering look took over his eyes.

“For not following directions...bend yourself over my lap baby girl. I’m gonna remind you of who’s in charge here. Now, count.” His voice dropped and your heart raced, making your blood boil all at the same time. How was he having this affect on you so easily. Your body moved on its own before you could resist his command. Laying yourself across his lap you felt your breath quicken, unsure of how these next few moments were going to turn out. Your questions were answered quickly when Dabi’s hand met your bare ass cheek. You let out a squeal surprised at the contact.

“I said, count Y/N. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“S-sorry, o-one.” you stuttered out as another slap came down on your ass.

“Two.” By the ninth slap your ass was starting to sting and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. All of a sudden you felt an unexpected heat creep up on your backside, when you turned your head you saw small embers of blue flying around. You saw Dabi’s hand raise,

“Dabi...why is your quirk activated?”

“Because princess, not only do I need to remind you who’s in charge, I need to remind you who you belong to.” With that, his hand came down with a final smack leaving his handprint branded on your ass. Letting out a scream that would make the hair stand up on anyone else, it brought a smile to Dabi’s lips. Letting him know that he had done his work properly.

“You’ll never forget me.” His voice dripping in your ear like honey. His foul words sweeten your mind and current neglected heat.

“Dabi, please I need you now.” Pulling yourself up from his lap you looked at him in the eyes, straddling his waist again.

“Move back.” you softly told him, a speck of dominance threatening to break through your tone.

“Watch the tone Y/N, remember who’s in charge here” he sighed out, but nonetheless centered himself against the headboard of your bed. You moved to the foot of the bed crawling up towards Dabi. Resting in between his legs, you gave him a teasing lick against the entirety of his length, looking up at him through your lashes while doing so. Furthering your journey up his body, you brought your legs around his hips hovering over his intimidating length. You already had the same thought before you sucked him off but taking him into your pussy had a different feeling. Setting off your nerves in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Lowering yourself you started grinding against his cock which released a groan from him.

“C’mon baby don’t tease me. I don’t think you want another punishment do you?” he cocked his head lowering his eyes as he finished his threat. A sudden wave of confidence bursting through you, you spat back at him

“I think you can handle a little teasing. I’m already yours, at least let me have a little fun.” You bat your eyes at him coming closer down to his face to insinuate a sloppy kiss. During your assault on his mouth, you reached your hand down between your legs and wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly pumping him. Receiving a small moan from him, you moved his tip to your slick opening and inched your way down until he bottomed out inside of you. Tearing his face away from yours he let out a moan that sent vibrations directly to your heat causing you to tighten around him.

“Fuck! Y/N” he panted, placing his two toned hands on the curve of your hips he helped you bounce up and down on him. Throwing your head back in pleasure you groan. He filled you up so well hitting up into your cervix with every thrust. Taking more control over your thrusts you brought yourself forward starting a heated kiss between you two. Weaving your hand into his hair you tugged at it, eliciting a groan from Dabi.

“Yeah, you like that Dabi?” You said in a tone that you would soon regret. The taunting nature that controlled your sentence, relinquished the last bit of power you had in the situation. Tightening his grip on your hips, Dabi flipped you over. The wind knocked out of you and your eyes widened as he hovered over you. His eyes a swirling mix of lust and predatory dominance.

“I let you have your fun. Now, it’s my turn.” Bringing himself down to your ear he breathed in “I’m gonna make your scream my name until you cry. I want you crying underneath me because it feels so good.” Noticing you starting to squirm beneath him in a poor attempt to feel some friction he smirked. Spitting in your face again, he ordered you, “Now, beg.”

With a hard slap to your thigh you squealed, mumbling out a small please in hopes that it would be enough for him. You were aching and were starting to lose your touch with reality.

With a dark chuckle, he spat at you

“That’s not fucking begging, do it right or I’ll leave you here a sopping mess. With only your hand to take care of you.”

“N-no please! Please, Dabi I need you. I need you so bad. I wanna cum I wanna cum with you inside me. Please, please don’t leave me here, I know I’m desperate, but please fuck me! I can't stand another momen-Ah!”

Without letting you finish your sentence Dabi plunged himself inside of you. Bottoming out you let out a moan so strangled you felt embarrassed at the sound that came out of you.

“Yeah, you’ve been waiting for this all night haven’t you. You hopeless slut. So fuckin desperate for my cock to be inside of you like this. You’re practically cumming already.”

Moaning out you arched your back in writhing pleasure, almost unable to consume what you were feeling all over. Dabi only added to your rapture by wrapping his stapled hand around your throat and bringing his other to play with your swollen bud. This extra stimulation forced you to clench and twitch around his hard cock which in turn made him pick up his pace.

“Look at you, you’re fuckin pathetic. Your pussy gets tighter as I wrap my hand around your throat. You like it when I ram into you like this?”

Lost in your pleasure you just squeaked out a moan not being able to form complete sentences.

“Fuckfuck, Yes! I love it, shit!” Slurring your words together you didn’t even feel the embarrassment that you had been all evening. You just wanted to be fucked, you needed to be absolutely ruined.

With Dabi’s quickened pace you felt the knot below your stomach form and you clenched tighter around him.

“You gonna fuckin cum, baby? Yeah, cum all over my cock Y/N.”

Dabi applied more pressure on his hand that was placed on your clit and that sent you over the edge. Your orgasm washing over you and stealing the last of your breath with a moan ripping through your cords. The pleasure that’s coursing through you caused your body to jerk forward, accidentally hitting your head against Dabi’s. With a growl coming from him and your pussy clenching around him he released inside you, feeling his hot ropes of cum paint the insides of your walls white. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and bit down hard, almost drawing blood.

“God damn, you feel so good Y/N.” Panting out his words he flipped you over, “Bring your ass up here baby, I’m not done with you yet.”

Still trying to catch your breath, you bring yourself up on your knees arching your back to an angle that almost hurt. You felt Dabi line up with your entrance, once again teasing you. Not fully inserting himself in and playing with the shared juices dripping out of your hole.

“Daddy please don’t tease me again, I can’t handle it” you begged him. Before you could even realize what slipped from your mouth Dabi made sure to make you flustered about your current slip up.

“Daddy, huh? You wanna be my good little girl, princess?”

“Dabi, I-I I didn’t mean that I’m sorr-”

“Shh Y/N, Daddy’s gonna make you feel real good.”

With that Dabi sheathed himself inside you, the friction sending you over the edge. He set an unrelenting pace making you scream out in ecstasy.

“Shit! Dabi!”

Removing one of his hands from your side he wrapped it around the back of your neck, bringing your back up against his chest.

“Say it right baby girl, I wanna hear you scream it.”

With tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming sense of pleasure washing over you you screamed out

“Daddy! Shit, please. Fuck me. I need you to ruin me”

Craning your neck to look at him from the side in your current position, he turned your head to face his and shoved you into a bruising kiss. The contrast of his skin setting sparks off in your brain. You had felt nothing like it and yet you never wanted to feel anything else in this moment.

“God, you feel so fuckin good clenching down on me like that. Like it when I fuck you like this?” He punctuated his words by thrusting even harder into you. Taking the hand that was around the back of your neck, he shoved your face back into the mattress of the bed moving his hand to press in the small of your back. Putting your back into a burning position. You screamed out attempting to get used to the pain you were just placed in. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room and you knew that your moans were ringing through your apartment but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Dabi felt too good and you were lost in the euphoria of what he was doing to you.

“Ohhh, Fuck! Y/N” Dabi brought both of his hands to your ass now and was intensifying his thrusts. You were trying your best to meet his thrusts but his pace was so zealous you could barely keep up. You felt the fat of your ass rippling with each thrust and you were starting to feel yourself come to that peak again.

“Ohmygodoh~ fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum again.”

Tears were starting to fall from your eyes, the overstimulation of it all catching up to you. You didn’t mean to, but you let out a sniffle giving away your euphoric disposition. Slipping out of you and turning you on your back, Dabi plastered his hands on the side of your head, making you feel so small.

“I told you I wanted to see you cry Y/N, now why would you try and hide that from me? Your face, show me...let me know what you like.” He purred into your ear. Sending goosebumps down the entirety of your body and making your hole flutter around nothing. Lining himself back with your entrance he slowly pushed into you. Almost mocking you for being so close to your release.

“I’m gonna watch you cry while I fuck you and you’re gonna scream my name so loud that this whole complex is going to know exactly who’s making you feel this good.”

Starting at a slow pace Dabi made sure that you would feel every inch sliding in and out of you. You brought your hands to the sides of his back leaving red trails in their wake, careful to avoid his scars. Hissing at the contact Dabi moved one of your hands from his back and grabbed your leg. Bringing it up to rest on his shoulder, giving him deeper access to your soaking cavern. Tears began to fall from your eyes again from both the sheer excitement and lust of the situation you choked out stumbled words.

“Holy fuck Dabi, I’m gonna I’mgonnacum soon, oh my~ shit!”

You felt Dabi put his other hand back on your clit and began rubbing fast hard circles.

“Can’t even form a proper sentence, am I really fuckin you that good princess?”

“Yesyesyes, fuck Dabi please I’m gonna cum”

“Yeah? Yeah, c’mon, cum around my cock Y/N. Ohh, fuck!”

Letting a wanton moan rip from your throat your head dipped back into the sheets, but before you could be fully immersed in your ecstasy, Dabi grabbed the back of your neck forcing you to face him.

“Look at me when you come sweetheart, I wanna watch you fall apart before me.”

A moan turned into a scream and your final tears fell down your cheeks, wetting small sections of your hair that was sprawled out underneath you. Clenching and fluttering even harder around his cock, Dabi released another load into you, stilling inside you while he groaned out in pleasure and pride of how he ruined you.

Both of you panting and returning back to reality after living out your highs, Dabi came down to press an unusual soft kiss to your lips. It almost felt loving and after the intense scene the two of you just shared. It made you feel oddly comfortable. Dabi pulled out of you, his seed following shortly after, pooling out of your hole. Dabi laid down beside you, eyes piercing into you. Getting in your last breath you finally looked over at him, looking into his addictive blue eyes once more.

“That was hot.” He said sort of deadpan, yet his eyes showed something different.

“I think that would be an understatement. I’m still shaking...” you rolled over onto your stomach placing a hand on his chest. Drawing small shapes into his chest you continued your sentence

“...but, I’m not complaining, I could go a few more rounds with you.” Biting your lip you looked up at him. Something of a gleam of hope shining in your eyes.

“Not sure if you could handle it princess, you were crying quite a bit a moment ago.” He chuckled, a small yet sincere smile adorning his lips.

“Get up real quick for me.” You pushed yourself off of him and let him get up. He walked out of your bedroom and into the hallway. You heard the water running for a moment and then stopping. He emerged from the bathroom with a damp towel in his hands. Tossing it to you, he figured you knew what it was for. Giving him a nod, you silently thanked him and cleaned yourself up a bit. Your mind started to race and your heart plummeted, realizing this was probably just a one time thing. You watched Dabi reach for his underwear pulling them up his legs. Throwing the now used wet towel on the floor you grabbed a new sleep shirt from your drawer. Pulling it over your head you felt a deafening silence take over the room.

How did he leave so quick, you thought. Dread filling your face to turned around only to see Dabi still in your room. He was sitting on your bed, back halfway up against your headboard staring at you.

“Heh, I thought you left. It got so quiet.” You began fidgeting with your fingers feeling somewhat embarrassed again standing in front of him.

“Not you being embarrassed again after I was inside you. Besides, what kind of asshole do you take me for? Leaving without a word. I may come in without one, but you’ll always know when I’m gone, sweetheart. Come here.’’ Patting the spot on the bed next to him, you climbed in next to him sitting down. A little further away from him than necessary.

“Closer, Y/N.” A small smile fell on his lips as you finally let your embarrassment go and you cuddled into his side.

“Stay. Please.” You looked up at him, eyes glossing over out of fear of hearing rejection fall from his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere kid, not now.” Bringing his hand to rest on your head, he began to rub your temple, slowly lulling you to sleep. You didn’t know where you two were going to stand by morning, but that was a thought that could wait till then. Right now, you wanted to hold onto this moment, cherishing the memory.

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #mha #bnha #dabi smut

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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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Certified Bad Boy Dallon Weekes

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: Teen (for a fight and some bad words (like in a more significant order than my usual use of bad words, which is why it’s worth noting)) Requested By: None Word Count: ~900 Author’s Note: So talking with @thewordworrier yesterday about that gif where Dallon has a black eye and how that’s just so hot (even though it’s from a sinus surgery but shh) and well I sure didn’t spend too much time paying attention at work today, did I? 😅 Also who knew I can still write under 1000 words! I need to get back to this, the short and sweet fics

"Thanks for coming with me tonight, I don't mind going to shows alone, but if I don't have to, I'd rather not," (YN) smiled at her friend Dallon. She had mentioned a concert she wanted to attend, but walking around town at night made her a bit nervous, especially downtown where it seemed like every third business was a bar.

"Thanks for inviting me,” he replied as they walked along under the lampposts, the golden color guiding their way back toward her apartment. “I had a lot of fun, and the band was really good, I’m gonna have to check them out.”

Not much further up the road, in front of one of the bars, (YN) could see a man smoking a cigarette. He was already looking her way as they approached and she hated the way his eyes were running up and down her body.

"Hey baby, come over here a sec," the drunken man slurred. (YN) ducked her head down, not making eye contact as Dallon put his arm over her shoulder protectively. "Aww come on sweetheart, don't tell me you're goin home with this loser!"

"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath as they passed him. He reeked of liquor and it gave her a headache almost instantly. Dallon squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

"Oh, that's how it is? Fuck you, ya fuckin $5 whore. Ugly ass bitch."

Dallon stopped in his tracks and before (YN) could realize what was happening he was storming back toward the drunken man.

"Dallon, wait! No!" She cried as the man threw a preemptive punch toward Dallon. It landed, but the drunk was so tipsy that it knocked him off balance and Dallon was able to land a hit of his own, dropping the drunk to the ground.

"Dallon! Come on!" She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from the drunk with blood streaming out of his nose groaning on the ground.

"I better not catch you ever talking like that to a woman ever again," Dallon growled before giving him one last kick in the ribs before letting (YN) pull him away.

When they reached (YN)'s apartment, and she flipped on the light, she was able to assess the damage her friend had taken. Dallon was still fuming until she reached up and cupped his cheek and he instantly softened into her touch.

"Oh Dal," she murmured. "You've already got a black eye, and a cut. Come on, let me fix you up."

"I'm sorry (YN), I… I don't know what came over me, I was so mad about what he said about you, I just snapped," he explained as she pulled him toward the bathroom.

"Sit," she instructed as she started searching the cabinet under the sink for her first aid supplies. "And thank you."

Dallon's eyebrows shot up in surprise before he winced in pain from the movement. "For what?"

(YN) laughed lightly as she poured antiseptic on a cotton ball. "For defending my honor. Hang on, this might sting." She tilted his chin up so he was looking up at her and she could see the cut in better light. Softly she dabbed the wound, but he only flinched a little. "I've never had anyone do anything like that for me before. It was…"

"Too much," he answered, shaking his head once she had let go of his chin.

"Mmm, no. I was going to say heroic. Gentlemanly."

"I don't think it was very gentlemanly," he muttered, looking down at the blue rug on the floor.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed his chin to make him look at her again as she applied a bandaid. "You're a certified bad boy, is that better?"

Dallon's cheeks instantly started to burn red. "Do you like bad boys?" He asked so softly (YN) wasn't sure she heard him correctly, but she found herself blushing as well.

"Umm, sometimes, as long as they can be gentlemen too," she replied, her voice a little weak, like her knees suddenly were as well. "There, you're all patched up, let me get you some ice for your eye," she said, turning to leave the small bathroom that suddenly felt very crowded.

She'd only made it a few steps out of the bathroom when she felt Dallon take her hand. "(YN) wait."

"Yea," she breathed, turning to look up at him.

"Thank you for taking care of me tonight."

"It was the least I could do," she smiled when she glanced down and realized he was still holding her hand.

"I swear I'm not normally like that-"

"I know Dallon."

"It's because it was you," he said emphatically and her eyes went wide. "Anyone else and I would have just ignored it and kept walking, but you're… I wanna protect you and keep you safe and be your bad boy and be your gentleman and-"

He couldn't say anything more because (YN) had reached up, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. After the initial shock, his hands found her waist as he kissed her back.

When she finally pulled back, she grinned at the surprised look still on Dallon's face. "Are you ok, bad boy?" She giggled.

"I'm great," he laughed, running his hand through his hair. "That wasn't just a one time thing, right?"

"I hope not," she smiled up at him, before he pulled her back to him, and kissed her again.

#dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes fan fic #dallon weekes fan fiction #dallon weekes imagine #idkhow fan fic #idkhow fan fiction #i've been in such a dallon mood for the last like 24 hours so this is what you get lol

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couchpotatoaniki · 3 years

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One Year ❣︎ Three: The Execution

Chapter Summary: Trying to cool off, you decided to spend the day by yourself. This couldn’t have gone any better for San’s plan.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking, kidnapping Word count: 2.5k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Chapter Two For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

Buzzing came from your pocket, initially thinking your phone got a notification until it continuously vibrated. Yunho was calling you.

“Yo, where are you? Mingi told us what happened between you and Dom--and before you say anything, he’ll be having hell to pay, regardless of whether you approve or not.”

Chuckling, you sighed as you looked at your surroundings. “Fine by me. Do what you like to him.” Slowing down in front of a cute-looking coffee shop, you answered his first question...partially. “Just taking a stroll in the town.”

“Wanna be left alone?” You hummed as you entered the establishment, being hit with wafts of bakes goods. “Very well then. But we’re gonna hunt you down if you’re not back by midnight.”

“M’kay, Pops,” mumbling absent-mindedly while overlooking the menu on the screens above the counter.

You couldn’t see the gentle bitter smile on his face, knowing very well that you weren’t as stone-cold as the façade you masked yourself in. Had an idea that you just needed space. “Alright then. Look after yourself.”

“You too.”

Beeping over the line indicated to you that he had hung up. Shoving your phone back into your coat pocket, you let your feet carry you to the till, where a young teenager dressed in a pale blue polo shirt and evergreen apron on top greeted you with a nervous smile.

Must have been new, or had some sort of social anxiety, from the way they avoided your eyes and fidgeted with their hands. “U-Um, hello. Welcome... What would you like?” the taller kid practically whispered, but you caught on to their words.

Sending a soft, warming smile, you answered, “can I have a buttered croissant with a mango and passionfruit iced tea, please? Actually, would you mind adding a chocolate muffin to that too?”

Nodding, they tapped the till, pressing various buttons before saying, “that’ll be 6,500 won, please.”

Pulled out your wallet and paid the employee. As you sat down, waiting on your order, you began to reminisce from when you used to be that age too--then again, it was not hard at all since it wasn’t too long ago.

Seven years ago, you were only 16, enjoying life just before things took a turn you never expected and you were never the same air-headed, happy-go-lucky kid you once were.

All you needed at the time was someone who was kind, who gave you a breath from the onslaught you faced all around you. Mingi was probably the only reason you’re still alive.

Thinking about the old days did more damage to you than you’d like to believe, but almost seemed impossible with the Dominic situation.

Being betrayed again hurt like hell, and although he wasn’t as bad as what you had experienced, he still broke your trust. Trust you tried to rebuild after all you went through the last time.

Thoughts you spent so long trying to get rid of grew back like weeds of the concrete walls you put up five years ago.

And despite what you tried to convince yourself and Mingi, you actually really liked the guy.

“Here you go, miss,” the young employee mumbled as he placed a tray with your order on it. Almost everything was right, except that there was a vanilla and chocolate chip muffin instead of a complete chocolate one.

Oh well, a muffin’s a muffin.

“Thank you,” you grinned, handing the teenager a tip of 10,000 won.

Their eyes widened at your strange generosity before hesitantly taking the money you held out between your index and middle fingers.

Your lips wrapped around the straw as you took a sip of your ice-cold drink. Strong tones of mango, with a hint of passionfruit, slight sweetness from honey and faint tang of fresh lemon.

Iced tea was something you had grown to love over the past five years, first time being too bitter and flavourful for you. Then again, the events prior left a bad taste in your mouth. Seonghwa was the one who helped you, always getting you an iced tea every time he went to a nearby coffee shop.

Learned quite quickly that your tongue was sensitive to heat after being so concerned how you refused piping-hot meals he cooked for you often. Waited until it cooled a lot before digging in.

No doubt the four boys would do anything for you--Mingi the most out of the rest since you wouldn’t be where you are without him--but sometimes you needed to breathe by yourself. Enjoying the little things you like croissants and muffins rather than focussing on your soon-to-be ex boyfriend cheating on you for a reason that eludes you.

That’s how the rest of the day goes.

Aimlessly walking, window-shopping, sight-seeing. Nothing registered in your mind but it was better than something negative.

Your phone was on silent, growing cold in your pocket from the lack of heat being transferred from your hand. Even then, you doubt anyone (except Dominic) would be texting you since you told them you wanted peace.

Before you realised it, the sun crawled above your head and began to set in the horizon, a clash of beautiful blues, oranges, pinks, and purples hovering in the sky. Lampposts along the streets lit up and the sky grew dark, yet that didn’t stop the hustle and bustle.

Irritated by the noises of people, you turned to an alleyway which had significantly less lighting but also significantly less humans.

As you walked, you were deep in thought, not thinking much of your surroundings. Then the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and a chill ran down your spine.

Someone was following you.

You were about to turn around and defend yourself--and you had no worries that you would lose. But then bright LED headlights of a hidden black SUV had highlighted the hair of a rather short person who stood in front of it.

Shocking electric blue stands brushed against his porcelain-smooth skin from light wisps of wind passing by. The same colour hair you realised had been barely peeking in your peripheral since the airport.

Next to a man you had very briefly met on you birthday dinner while searching for the bathroom.

Exactly how long have they been following you?

Though you chided yourself for not noticing it sooner--despite all the excuses of being ‘on a holiday’--you found yourself pondering. You had never met those two funky-haired people before in your life, and you sure as hell made sure any dangerous people couldn’t find you (not without going through one of the other boys first) so who exactly were these people?

Perhaps you were like a bee, drunk on the honey in your tea, or maybe you wanted to get your mind off the situation, needing a thrill at the moment.

You felt the need to destroy something--or at least toy with it for a bit--and these cocky assholes seemed perfect.

Either way, you relaxed your muscles (only a little, as to not raise suspicion of the young man before you).

One foot stepped behind you as you kept your eyes trained on his coco ones, only to rip them away a moment when you turned to ‘run’. As expected, something else tried to stop you. Another black SUV with blinding lights swerved into the other end of the alleyway as you tried to leave.

You’d prided yourself on good acting, and it always seemed to pay off. Right now, to sell the part of a scared girl, you stumbled backwards--planning to fall of the cobblestone path, but only to be saved by something hard.

The mysterious man’s chest, his hands holding your arms as support.

“Sorry about this,” he whispered in your ear, covering your mouth with a chloroformed cloth. You didn’t really put up much of a fight (to your standards, anyway) and succumbed to the strong chemical.

At first you were floating in a sea of black, unable to connect with your senses. Slowly, after moments of nothingness, you could feel the world materialise around you.

Soft fabric was cushioned beneath you, cradling your body with warmth. Light began to seep through your closed eyelids as the gentle, sweet smell of sugared almonds filled your nose with every deep inhale. And finally, a headache that began to pound harder with every pulse.

Grunting, you pried your eyes open, immediately noticing what appeared to be a shower room in front of you. There were two shower heads on each side, with only pillars of soft light embedded into the tiled wall rather than a proper partition. To add to the lack of privacy, the only material separating the shower room and the eyes of the bed was simply a thin pane of sliding glass which hid absolutely nothing.

“What kinda perv decided to design this monstrosity?”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down on the bed you were lying in, thankfully still in the same cotton dress, phone no longer in its pockets. The mattress was significantly softer than the one at the hotel--yet another indicator that your kidnappers were rich.

On the tables dotted around the space were lilac candles. Most likely the culprit of the amazing scent in the room.

Your eyes then caught the daylight peeking through the curtains, enlightening the room in a soft apricot glow. “Fuck,” you muttered, remembering Yunho’s words in the previous call she had, “they’re gonna kill me for staying out.”

Pushing yourself off the illegally comfortable bed, you inched towards the only door you saw. Fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle and pushed down, finding it much to your surprise that it was actually unlocked. Pulled it open without hesitation, though making sure you peered out to see if there was anyone.

There wasn’t.

“Great security, guys,” you sighed, actually feeling disappointed in the lack of effort you had to put in while walking openly around. After all, it was the reason you let yourself be taken.

Then again, this could all be a trap.

Now that was exciting.

You let yourself become familiar with the surroundings upon one glance, noticing the obvious luxurious colour scheme of gold and cream that had your eyes rolling at the basic rich vibes it gave you.

Then you found your breath catching in your throat as you continued to explore, eyes frozen on a portrait hung up on a wall.

Though the fact that it was a portrait of you had initially shocked you, it wasn’t the defining feature that had your heart palpitating at a dangerous speed. Your hair was short again, a pixie cut, while you were sat on a beach that looked a lot like the one you visited in Santorini.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

In fact, the painting was an exact replica of you from five years ago, down to the clothing of ripped jeans and loose top you wore. You, from one of your darkest and lowest moments.

“Are you lost, babygirl?”

The same voice rang in your ears, repeating the only sentence you heard spill from his lips. When you turned around to confirm who it was, it was indeed the same man you saw.

The damn muscular guy, with pitch-black hair and a lock of platinum blonde brushing just above an eye.

The blood was rushing too fast, fear in your eyes no longer an act. Just who the fuck was this guy?

You took one step back, knees buckling instantly but before your brain could process it, the man had wrapped his arms around you, catching your body before hit the ground.

San could smell the delicate citrusy aroma wafting from your skin and he tried so hard to not bury his head in the crook of your neck, to kiss the area and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Taking advantage of your frozen state, he lifted you up and place you on a nearby armchair, one beside a fireplace since he felt you were too cold for comfort.

Only until he had a ice cube pressed against your lips, did you snap out of it. “You should have it. Maybe you had a bad reaction to the chloroform. Sorry about that, by the way.”

Head turning the other way, your guarded eyes stayed locked on him rather than your painting behind his form. “English.”

“Why? You spoke perfectly good Korean at the dinner two days ago,” he said, pressing the ice cube onto your mouth once more.

“Simply because I feel more comfortable with English,” you remarked, swatting away his hand. “And stop putting that on my mouth.”

Sighing, he dropped the cold, melting cube back in the glass of whiskey before putting a bit of distance between the two of you. He could feel himself getting angry, that you won’t trust him, that you won’t listen to him.

But could he blame you?

“I feel like explanations are in order,” you said, narrowing your eyes down on his figure, flickering firelight resting on him to make him seem even more good-looking, shadows casted to make each feature appear sharper. But that wasn’t what you were focused on.

You wanted to deduce this stranger by his body language.

Stood tall, maintaining good eye contact, showed that he was confident. Classic black suits--expensive by the look of the fabric--showed that he as rich. Tattoos littering the skin of his hand showed a bit of a bad-boy nature. And the aura he emitted was that of a leader.

Corner of your lips twitching, you realised who--or what--he might be. The boss of a fairly powerful crime syndicate.

San, on the other hand, couldn’t see what you were thinking as you looked at him. Did you think he was as hot as he did you? Fuck, he hoped so--clearly not understanding how a normal person would react in such a situation.

“Hello? Earth to whoever the hell you are?”

“If you want answers, you certainly won’t be getting them if you act like a brat.”

Scoffing, you tilted you head, eyes boring into him with a cold glaze coving them. Like a lifeless doll. “Then how do you suggest I act then? Hmm? After seeing that you’ve been stalking me for the last five years,” you nodded towards coloured canvas, growing more unsettled every time you looked at it.

“Fair point,” he said, taking a seat on the chair opposite you. “But you should know that I haven’t been doing that. Stalking you, I mean.”

“The fuck do you call that creepy-ass portrait, then?”

“I call it a precious memory.” San shifted his focus from your gaze to the flames lazily dancing on charred wooden embers. Tongue swiped over his lips before chuckling, almost bitterly. “Doubt you’ll believe me, but I’ll tell you anyway.”

Lips pursed, you sat quietly as you listened to his story.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Soulmarks, Part 11

First part

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She let her pleasant smile drop as the door closed behind the most recent akuma. Her grip tightened on her yoyo.

She and Adrien had missed the akuma’s appearance. Again.

“There’s just not enough time,” she hissed.

Adrien flopped onto the pavement with a groan. “Christ, Nette, why is working in two cities so hard?”

Marinette shrugged and tossed her lucky charm with a mumbled “miraculous ladybug”. Ladybugs swirled around them both and she felt the bones in her leg repair themselves. Perfect. Now that she could, she kicked the nearest lamppost as hard as she could and grinned at the tiny dent that it made.

“Property damage isn’t a good look on you, M’lady,” said Adrien.

She scoffed. “Fuck it! We save this city once a day, we get a little bit of property damage!”

“Fair enough.”

They ducked into an alley and detransformed, bitter expressions stuck on their faces.

They slipped out into the dark of the night. There was no one out, they’d been surprised to even find an akuma at this hour. Hawkmoth must have kept an alarm for three so he could catch people out when their emotions peaked due to exhaustion.

“School’s starting soon and there’s been no progress on Joker or Hawkmoth,” she whined. “There’s no way we can keep going back and forth like this.”

“Can’t you just do your creepy stalker-y thing and find this guy?”

Her face reddened and she sent him a glare. “The bats can hear us, y’know!”

She heard a click in her ear to indicate someone had turned on their comm and her face burned even hotter as she heard Barbara’s laughter.

“Of all the things for you two lovebirds to have in common, the stalking would not have been my first guess.”

There was a silence as this sunk in…

Then Adrien started cackling. “OH MY GOD HE DOES THAT TOO?!”

“Yeah! It’s how he found out our identities!”

He grinned. “It’s how she found out mine, too! Oh this is so good.”

“Shut up!” Said Tim and Marinette at the same time, which only made the others laugh harder.

“I only stalked you to figure out if you were my soulmate,” she tried to defend herself. “You were hot and nice to me! Those were my main two requirements!”

He snorted. “And Kagami?”

“She was hot and nice to me. I literally just said that was all it took.”

She heard the bats gasp. Shoot. Time to rush past that!

“Besides, you should be thanking me! I figured out she was your soulmate for you!”

He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing, guys, stalking is serious,” said Dick.

Marinette blinked. She hadn’t realized he was on.

Adrien’s eyes widened in surprise as well. When he spoke next, he’d sobered a little. “It’s creepy, Nette… but it’ll be useful. So, I’m hereby giving you permission to stalk Hawkmoth.”

“I don’t need your permission.” She hesitated, pulling a yoyo from the pocket of her hoodie and messing with it. “I’ll do it, though. School is starting soon, and since our class is so good for akumas, I guess it’s the best time for me to do my thing.”

“I’ll help,” said Tim. “If we work together we’ll be able to do this way faster.”

She blinked. “You’re going to help from America?”

“Nope, I have an idea.”

She and Adrien gave each other confused looks.

The three of them stood at the base of the steps, eyeing the unfamiliar building warily. They were all new students there, and none of them looked eager to begin their first day of high school.

Tim shuffled awkwardly in his uniform. He hadn’t attended school in years. His parents hadn’t noticed, and it gave him a lot of time to do what he actually enjoyed. It felt odd going back, especially since he’d be in a group with people who were two years younger than him and French and oh god he was going to be the new kid oh fuck.

Marinette and Adrien also looked like they wanted to run as far in the opposite direction as they could. When Tim had asked, they’d both instantly said that it was just ‘first day nerves’. It obviously wasn’t but they weren’t going to fess up and it wasn’t like he was going to interrogate them.

Even if he wanted to, getting them to talk about something that stressed them out was a dangerous thing in Paris. Especially for Marinette and Adrien.

The bell rang, pulling the three of them from their thoughts and they quickly joined the throng of kids struggling to find their classes.

In true Marinette fashion, she stumbled into class five minutes late with a shouted apology. However, this wasn’t at all normal for the two boys that rushed in after her. The class giggled a little and went back to what they were doing.

He was told to remain at the front of the class and both Marinette and Adrien sent him pitying looks as they took two out of three of the empty seats at the back of the classroom. They fastened tiny nametags to their chests, probably mandated because he was new, and Marinette flashed him a thumbs up.

He gave her a tiny smile and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Tim cringed internally as he looked up at everyone. Fifteen students when you included Marinette and Adrien. At least they didn’t seem all that interested, listening to a girl in orange talk about some prince she apparently knew. Maybe he could just coast through the school year without drawing attention --.

The teacher gave a pleasant smile and clapped her hands for attention. It didn’t work, so she raised her voice slightly to speak: “Welcome back to school, everyone! Before we go over our syllabus, I’d like you to welcome our newest student. Would you please introduce yourself?”

So much for that idea.

He jutted his chin out. “Hello. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne.”

Everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly.

“Yes, that one. Great, we’re done here.”

Their gazes never left him as he made his way up to Marinette and Adrien. He tried to brush it off, but he just couldn’t seem to ignore the pair of eyes boreing into the back of his head. He turned slightly and looked at where the girl in orange sat.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

He rolled his eyes. He’d gotten used to people like her long ago. People always did that when they heard his name.

To her credit, she didn’t look at all phased by his blatant annoyance by her.

His eyes flicked down to her nametag and he clenched his fists in his pockets.

Lila Rossi.

He shook his head slightly and kept walking, taking his seat beside Marinette.

The teacher was trying desperately to pull everyone’s attention back to her as she practically shouted her syllabus, but it was useless. They were all whispering among themselves, not even bothering to hide the fact that they were staring, and he was thrown a few pitying looks.

He didn’t know why he was getting the pitying looks, he doubted it was because of all the attention, but it wasn’t like he could just ask.

The only people who were actually paying attention to the teacher were Marinette and Adrien, who were copying down everything she said diligently.

Tim looked back at Lila and narrowed his eyes slightly. She was a bit two-faced, but he didn’t quite get why she was so important that she had a spot by Hawkmoth. He supposed even superheroines have personal problems but, damn, that was definitely some skewed priorities.

Still…

He glanced at Marinette’s free hand resting on the table and laced his fingers with hers.

He watched Lila’s flirtatious smile morph into an ugly scowl and tried not to smirk too much.

Tim’s gaze found its way to Marinette again and his smirk softened into a smile. She was a brighter red than her costume and her already ghastly penmanship was now, somehow, even worse.

He reached into his bag with his free hand and pulled out a pen and some paper. As cute as Marinette was, he doubted that he could glean anything from her notes and asking Adrien for his would work but likely include a lecture on how he should pay more attention.

He could feel Lila’s glare the whole time he copied down notes.

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The Magic of Books and Peppermint {FilixModern!Reader}

Anon Request from Tumblr: Hello! And happy new year! I love your blog! (Especially the funny dialog posts! They really make my day when I read them!) If you're doing requests, can I ask for one between fili x fem!modern!human reader? Where Bain/Legolas is into her and makes obvious advances but Fili is in love with her too and gets super jealous so that's how the reader finds out he returns her feelings? If not that's cool too and I hope you have a great and wonderful new Year! :D

*To make the story work you are in one of those booths that has openings on either end.

A.N: So I set this around this time of year just because I’m still hanging on to that holiday mindset so I hope that’s ok! Also, no, I am not addicted to peppermint drinks, why on earth would you think that? Anyways, thank you for the request lovely Anon! I’ve never written modern au before and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like it and that you are having a wonderful start to 2021!

Word Count: 2,398

Pairing: Fili x Fem!Modern!Human! Reader

Summary: Fili gets jealous of Bain’s attention towards you.

Warnings: Unwanted romantic advances, fluff, some angst, jealousy.

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The Magic of Books and Peppermint

You slid into the coffee shop booth, peppermint mocha in hand, and, upon taking a sip, sighed in happiness. December was your favorite time of year, not just because you got to come home, but mainly because coffee shops sold peppermint flavored drinks. Sure, it was nice to see your family and get a break from college, but man, peppermint mochas were good. Kili, one of your best friends, laughed at you from the other side of the table, as his brother Fili tried to take the cup away from you with little success. You had known them since you were five, they had moved in next door with their uncle while their mom was away, and you had been best friends ever since.

“Y/N,” Kili commented, “I honestly don’t think it's good to consume that much caffeine and sugar.” “What are you talking about?” you answered. “This is only my fourth drink of the day, and one of them was a peppermint hot cocoa!” Fili and Kili just shook their heads at you as the “Ding!” of the bell at the door announced the arrival of Legolas and Bain, completing your little group. Bain and Fili were older than you, Legolas, and Kili, but somehow the four of them had taken you into their group when you had become friends with Kili in seventh grade. Legolas swung a chair around to sit at the head of the booth, and Bain slid in next to you and slung his arm around your shoulders, prompting a glare from Fili which you missed. Bain had become increasingly touchy-feely every time you returned home from college, and you were unsure why. You figured it was probably just because he missed you, but you never saw him act the same with Fili, who was a year ahead of you at the same out-of-state college.

“Bain, Legolas, tell Y/N she drinks too much sugar,” Kili demanded. “Why?” Legolas wanted to know. “It’s eleven in the morning, she can’t have had too much already.” “This is her fourth drink today!” Fili exclaimed, looking exasperated. “That’s it, Y/N,” Legolas snatched your cup out of your hand and slid it across the table to Kili, who chugged it with a smug look on his face. “You’re going to join me in a sugar-free lifestyle.” You sighed. Legolas had been sugar-free since your freshman year of high school, as he wanted to stay fit for sports. It had paid off, he had gotten a full scholarship for gymnastics, but you sometimes thought he went a little overboard. Kili had also gone to college on an athletic scholarship, for basketball, but as evidenced by the fact that he had just chugged your entire mocha, he was not on any sort of health kick, nor had he ever been. “I will consider going sugar-free after New Year’s,” you told Legolas. “But after New Year’s we all go away again and I won’t be able to keep tabs on you!” he exclaimed. “That’s exactly the point, Legolas,” you leaned back with a smug look on your face. “Well, I don’t think Y/N needs to do anything of the sort,” Bain interjected, “She’s gorgeous as is!” A tad uncomfortable at this statement, you shrugged out from under his arm, missing the disappointed look on his face, but noticing the slightly triumphant look on Fili’s, as you did so.

After you had finished your sandwich, you announced, “Well, I’m gonna head over to the bookstore,” as you slid out of the booth. “I’ll walk you down there,” Bain said, sliding out of the other end. “I have to stop at the hardware store down the street anyway. Da wants me to carve Tilda a slingshot, and my pocketknife is dull.” Making your way towards the door, you heard a muffled thump and turned around to see Bain sprawled on the floor next to your booth. “What happened?” you gasped as Legolas helped him up. “I have no idea,” he answered, shaking his head while walking towards you across the linoleum. “Let’s get going.” You didn’t hear Kili whisper “I know you tripped him,” to his brother as you left.

Bain had left you at the bookstore with a promise to come back once he was done with his errands. As you entered the store, you heard the jingle of the little bell and breathed in the air. Kili had always made fun of you for your love of the way bookstores smelled, but to you, there wasn’t anything better. You wound your way through the tall shelves bursting with novels until you got to the YA section. Grabbing a random title off the shelves, you collapsed into the beanbag in your favorite nook of the store with a sigh and became engrossed. You were pulled out of your reverie sometime later by the sight of a head peeking around the corner of the shelf in front of you.

“Fili!” you beamed as you jumped up from the chair. “You never come to the bookstore!” “I go to the bookstore all the time, Y/N. You just don’t see me.” He countered with a grin. “I’m at either this store or the one near campus all the time, so when could you possibly be here if I didn’t see you!” you questioned with a skeptical look on your face. “I’m an English major, I help out at the bookstore on campus a lot, and Uncle Thorin’s friend Balin owns this place. I can get into any of them any time I want!” “I can’t be your friend anymore.” you dramatically stated as you fell back into the beanbag. “You have unlimited access to two bookstores AND YOU’VE NEVER SNUCK ME IN?!?!?!?” This shout was met with a shushing noise from Balin who was arranging the shelves nearby. Chastened, you glanced back up at Fili only to see a glare on his face. You followed his gaze to the end of the aisle and saw Bain walking towards you. “What’s up, Y/N?” he reached you and yet again slung his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close to him. “You finished or should we stick around until you’re done with that book?” He gestured to the open paperback on the chair. “Nah, let's go up to the counter and I’ll buy it.” And with that, you made your way to the counter and paid. Laughing with Bain, you exited the store with Fili trailing behind you, looking rather angry.

You made your way down the street only to be ambushed by a snowball to the head from a giggling Legolas, who had somehow perched himself on top of the lamppost and was now scooping more snow off of it to use as a projectile. Kili, who was balanced on the roof of the building next to you, dumped a bunch of snow onto Fili’s head, who, spluttering, yelled up at him, “I know you have your crazy ways of getting up there, but Mum’s gonna kill you if she sees you on top of another building!” Kili ignored him, and so Fili hit him in the face with a well-aimed snowball. Bain had pushed you down and was attempting to protect you from Legolas to no avail, as the blond was now swinging around the lamppost like a monkey, firing off snowballs at random. “Legolas, how did you get so much snow up there?” you queried while cowering from the onslaught. In response, he pointed to his coat, which was full of snow and tied to the lamppost so that he could reach it. “Movable ammo, Y/N!” he declared. Meanwhile, Fili had attacked Bain when he saw him protecting you and was now in the process of shoving snow down the back of his jacket while Bain squirmed as the cold hit his back. Fili let go and backed away, looking immensely pleased with himself. Kili clambered down from the roof as Legolas swung from the lamppost, did a flip, and stuck the landing, all while firing off two more snowballs to hit the brothers. He slung an arm over Kili and Bain’s shoulders and they set off down the road, with the sound of Legolas’ voice trailing behind them. “What’re we having for dinner, Kili? I hope your mom made something good!”

You trailed behind them next to Fili, who still looked like something was wrong. You were a little worried about him, and especially about the way, he was acting with Bain lately. Making up your mind, you blurted, “Hey, Fili. Can I ask you something?” He nodded, and you continued, stomping your boots on the icy ground as you spoke. “You’ve been a little off ever since we came home,” you continued. “Especially with Bain, you seem a little bit mean, if I’m being honest, and I want to make sure everything’s ok and nothing happened with you guys.” “Nothing’s happened with us. We’re still all good, and I’m really happy for the two of you.” As he said this you were focused on his eyes, which seemed to hold depths of sadness, and his smile, which seemed very forced. You studied them, and then stopped walking as the implication of what he had said sank in.

“Happy for us? Why would you be happy for us?” “Because you’re together,” “What?!” you exclaimed. “I’m not..we’re not…” you trailed off as your head spun, everything finally making sense. “Wait,” you grabbed Fili’s hand and pulled him closer to you, “you’ve been jealous!” He shuffled his feet on the ice, eyes stubbornly fixed on his boots. “I was not jealous! What do I have to be jealous over, anyway! It’s not like you and I are…” his voice dwindled as he purposefully avoided your eyes. “But we could be.” You grabbed his hand, and twined your fingers with his, hoping it would send the message you wanted. He stiffened at first but then relaxed. “Would you like to be?” he asked, looking like he regretted speaking the second he did so. “Yes, Fili. I very much would.”

“So, nothing is going on with you and Bain?” he asked as you started walking, hands swinging in between your bodies. You laughed at him, “No! Bain’s like a brother to me, the same as Kili or Legolas!” “Ok,” he blushed. “Just thought I’d clear that up before I did something else stupid.” Hand in hand, you followed behind your friends, looking forward to an excellent dinner when you arrived at Fili and Kili’s house.

Later that night, after your family had joined Thranduil, Legolas’s dad, and his husband Bard, who was Bain’s father, at Fili and Kili’s house for a delicious New Year’s Eve dinner, you lay in your bed mulling over your day. You had talked to Bain after dinner, just to let him know that you were now taken. It had been awkward, but you were proud that you had both handled it well. You just hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you soon, and that the fact that you were now dating Fili wouldn’t sting too much.

You were startled by a tapping on your window, and, rising from the pillows, opened it to see Kili, Legolas, and Bain standing below. “What are you guys doing?” you hissed from the second floor. “Just get dressed and climb down!” Legolas whisper-yelled back up to you. Sighing at the fact that whatever they had planned meant that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night, you threw on leggings, a hoodie, a flannel, and your beanie, wanting to be warm, and then shimmied out of your window, dropping smoothly to the ground and somersaulting to break your fall. “Wow, Y/N, I didn’t know you could do that!” Bain effused as you set off. “I’ve spent too much time around Legolas to not be able to somersault,” you shook your head as you remembered the many times that that skill had gotten you into, or out of trouble. “Where are we going?” you asked. “And where’s Fili?” “You’ll see when we get there,” Kili answered with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes at his vagueness and quickened your pace to keep up.

After about fifteen minutes, Kili halted in front of the bookstore, gesturing for you to open the door. “It’s closed, Kee! I can’t break in!” “Just trust us, Y/N” Legolas whispered. Sure this was just going to end in you tugging on a locked door while the three of them laughed, you yanked the handle, surprised when the door opened. You stepped inside, hearing the soft tinkle of the bell as the door swung closed behind you. You turned around to see the three faces of your friends pressed up against the glass, and Kili gestured for you to keep going. You saw a faint light at the back of the store and wound through the shelves until you reached your favorite little nook. You gasped at what you saw arrayed in front of you as you rounded the corner.

Fili was standing there with a bashful grin. “You were mad I’ve never snuck you into a bookstore before.” He motioned for you to sit down and so you sank into the beanbag next to him, a look of shock on your face as he handed you a mug. “What’s this?” you took a sip and sighed with delight. “Peppermint hot chocolate!” Fili smiled at your blissful expression “I figured we could just stay here tonight, maybe read to each other.” You blushed at his thoughtfulness in knowing that this would be your perfect first date. There was nothing more magical than books and a peppermint drink. “That sounds wonderful, Fee. Thank you.” You snuggled up close to him with your hot cocoa warming your hands, his arm wrapped around you as he began reading. You recognized the first sentence as the beginning of your favorite book when you were little, and you contentedly rested your head on his chest as his voice rose and fell with the story. “I love you, Fili,” you murmured. “I love you too, Y/N.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and continued to read as you sighed in content, knowing there was no place you would rather be.

Everything tag💗: @entishramblings @boyruins @itgetsatadhazy @anjhope1

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Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 16

oh gosh, i'm so sorry for the late update!! i promise i'm still working on this, little by little. i am on vacation next week, so maybe i'll get the chance to really put some work in.

in any case, enjoy today's update c:

okay, so who the hell was gonna tell me that CBG’s designed a whole-ass album cover for my favorite artist of all time?

scratch that. who was gonna tell me she designed my FAVORITE album cover for my FAVORITE artist of all time?

Bubbles, as it turns out, has known Marinette Dupain-Cheng since he was four years old. Went to school with her and everything. So that’s another scoop to the shit Luka’s landed himself in. He still isn’t sure what gave him greater whiplash: finding out about that connection, or finding her name in the fine print of Jagged stone’s album credits. He also isn’t sure whether it’s a good thing that Nino mentions little else, and especially dodges the question of if it’s even cool to actually admit to having a gigantic crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng, or whether he’s just wasting his time.

Cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

(Luka is most definitely not cool.)

Especially for those freeze-frames of time that he wonders, to his own horror, if Bubbles has been Adrien Agreste all this time.

It takes him the better part of an hour of pacing and fidgeting with his guitar pick to realize that no, he hasn’t been casually messaging a fashion mogul’s son who also just so happened to be Marinette’s own gigantic crush. He doesn’t seem like the type to use “dude” in everyday conversation, and for another thing, it didn't exactly like up with what Marinette had said about them knowing each other in middle school.

One day, Luka swears, he’s going to take this anxiety thing out back and have it meet its maker.

Even if, maybe, he sort of is its maker.

(Okay, maybe he's going to take his brain out back, because he's definitely not responsible for that.)

But he figures, once that initial panic and urge to scream into his pillow wear off, that it might be a cool talking point between him and Marinette. One that, for once, doesn’t have much to do with either of their jobs. Or with how tongue-tied he gets around her because she just won’t stop being so pretty. Not that that’s a problem; both his sister and his mother would have his head for ever thinking that way, and even then, Rose would tell them to get in line. Something about how they didn’t raise him this way, even if two of them didn’t even raise him at all.

Luka waits a couple of days before stopping by the bakery again; it gives them both some breathing room and the time for those postcards to be finished and printed. He thinks about it a lot. The postcards. The effort. Marinette, too, but in his quietly flustered opinion, he thinks that’s a given. He doesn’t get the chance to come until close to closing time again because of his delivery shift; he just hopes they don’t mind too much. He braces himself the whole ride over for whatever may be coming: another friendly crack about napoleons and pear tarts, the beauty of the postcards, maybe even another offer of kindness if Marinette’s pattern is anything to go by.

The one thing Luka doesn’t brace himself for—which, of course, is the one thing that ends up happening—is the door propped open, and the music drifting out through the crack. And he can’t even revel in the fact that it’s one of his favorite songs playing, because…

Because Marinette is dancing. Rag in one hand, spray bottle in the other. No, it’s not like, a flawlessly choreographed routine or anything. It’s more like a mix of what Rose does during their down time when she has too much energy and nowhere to put it, and what Juleka does when she’s trying to find the rhythm of a new song. It’s blissfully unaware, and beautiful, and it feels like home, and Luka can’t stop staring.

He doesn’t mean to. He knows he shouldn’t. It’s just… he can’t remember ever seeing a moment when she was simply “Marinette, “instead of “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Friend to Practically Everybody.” or “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Daughter of the Owners of The Best Bakery In Paris.” or even “Marinette, the Girl Behind the Counter with the Sketchbook Full of Secrets and the connections to Jagged Fucking Stone.”

Okay, maybe he’s been watching a couple too many fantasy movies lately.

And he definitely needs to look away, like, right now, because she does this thing with her hips that makes his brain forget how to function for a second, and he needs his brain to function in every sense of the phrase, and God fucking damn it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is hot and he’s not supposed to think that she’s hot—

And she’s looking at him. Frozen. right as he’s about to get off his bike and knock.

And, like the total idiot he can only manage to be at the worst possible times, he trips. Over his bike. And faceplants, right in front of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He’s somewhere between waiting for death to take him, and thanking his Ma for always getting on him about wearing a helmet, and wondering if he really was so stupid that his first instinct was to run, when the bell over the bakery door rings like mad. Someone cries out his name, and the music cuts, and there’s a skitter of footsteps on concrete. When he comes to himself and starts to sit up, he finds himself face-to-face with Marinette, who's kneeling beside him and already scanning him for any injuries.

The first thing she says, with her hand in her hair, is, “Oh, God. She’s gonna kill me.”

The first thing he says, with a wince, is, “Yikes.”

It’s then that the pain sinks in, dull and searing and throbbing all at once, as if punishing him for choosing to say that, of all things. He sits up a bit more, pain chasing up his spine and stinging his palms; his knee is badly scraped and starting to swell, he realizes once he gets a good look at the rest of him. He can’t tell yet, whether Juleka would call this karma or kismet. All he can think is that at least his jeans were already ripped.

“Can…” Marinette swallows hard, but otherwise she’s entirely unfazed. “Can you stand? Put weight on it? Oh God, oh my God, she’s actually gonna kill me.”

“I…” Cautiously, Luka tries to get to his feet, and Marinette makes space for him. All it takes is one step for a jolt of pain to shoot up his leg, and he staggers and clutches the closest streetlamp, nearly tripping over his bike again in the process. “Shit,” is all he can bite out after drawing his breath in through his teeth and holding onto it for too long. He lets it out, little by little, and his grip on the lamppost loosens. “It’s okay, I’m—I can just walk my bike to the metro station, and—”

It’s like she isn’t even listening to him; she’s looking around the bike, evidently searching for something. Finally, she finds it—his bike lock—and after it and the bakery door are secure, she coaxes his arm around her shoulder. It’s almost comical, because he’s got a good thirty centimeters on her, but it hurts too much to laugh. Or, apparently, to stammer in protest when she leads him through the side door and up the stairs to her apartment.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Seeing her in her pajamas was enough of an invasion of her privacy. But seeing the inside of her literal, actual home? Oh, no. No way.

“You’re hurt,” she says simply, as if she’s read his mind; her voice is trembling, the way voices do when they know they shouldn’t. “It’d be against like, everything I am as a person if I just let you leave.” She only lets go of him to unlock the door, and only then does it occur to him that, for a few moments that should have been blissful, they were side-by-side, and in some places skin-to-skin.

Mr. Dupain gives them a funny, almost unreadable look when Marinette opens the door. One look at Luka’s leg seems to answer any questions he might have had, and effortlessly he helps Luka to the couch while Marinette disappears into the bathroom. “You know,” he jokes under his breath, “When I imagined someone falling for my daughter, I didn’t mean literally.”

Luka’s face goes hot. “I didn’t—I’m not—”

Whatever he wants to say falls on deaf ears, and Mr. Dupain makes himself scarce as soon as Marinette emerges from the bathroom. Even as she lifts his leg onto the coffee table, Luka swears he can feel those kind, quietly insistent eyes burning holes into him all the way from the kitchen. He doesn’t get to think much more about what Mr. Dupain might have meant, or what he would have said to refute it, because Marinette is pressing an alcohol pad to the scrapes, and it stings like a motherfucker—which is probably a good thing for more reasons than one.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says weakly, because somewhere along the way, I don’t deserve it got stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

Marinette gives him a look. He can’t quite figure out what it means. “Yeah. I do.”

“Nah.” He readjusts, braces himself for the second sting of the ointment and the bandages. “I kinda deserved it. Jules would call it karma, I guess.”

There she goes again, wincing at the mere mention of Juleka. Or maybe… maybe it’s something else. Without a word, she gets up and disappears into the kitchen, and he spends her whole absence wondering what he said or did. He’s only relieved when she returns with a bag of frozen corn and a shrug as if to say, It’s all we had. She presses the bag to his knee, breathing deep in time with him, or maybe in hopes that his breathing will start to match hers. Then she speaks, and her voice wavers.

“Why would you ever think,” she murmurs, “that you deserve any pain?”

Luka opens his mouth. Shuts it. Opens and shuts again. This time, at least for a while, the words don’t even make it to his throat. Eventually, all he can spit out is, “I was. Watching. You.”

“I know,” Marinette says, turning as pink as her shorts. “I saw.”

That’s the one thing he can appreciate: she doesn’t try to downplay it or say it was dumb. Even now, she’s unapologetic, and direct, and God, maybe he’s just fallen a little more. “I shouldn’t have,” he says. “I was gonna knock, I was…” He shifts again, his knee still in her gentle grasp, and flinches. “I just… wanted to see your postcards.”

I just wanted to see you.

“Marinette.” His lips tingle just from saying her name, and his stomach is churning. “Who… who’s gonna kill you?”

This time, Marinette goes scarlet; it would look about as pretty as literally every other color and pattern she wears if she didn’t seem so… mortified. “I’ll go get one of—the postcards,” she says—stammers, more like—and as she’s heading upstairs she calls out, “Papa, he can’t walk. Can we drive him home?”

From the kitchen, Mr. Dupain winks.

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RIP lol

and no, i’m not talking about my jeans. those were already like that.

but also. 😬 oh boy.

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #fic: chronicles of a parisian dumbass #oh my dude we are in for it now.

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tsukishima kei hcs

- dating someone shy

huehue i'm guessing you wanted tsukishima from haikyuu. this salty four eyes has a special place in my heart. hope you enjoy

requested by @fierte-verte : Hello! Can I request a shy reader dating Tsukishimatsu headcanon? Thank you so much!

you are a simple shy high school girl attending karasuno. nothing special. maybe except for the fact you get nervous every time someone calls for you and stutters even when being asked simple questions such as directions

never once have you stepped outside without a blush on your face. always timid, always shy, always nervous, always stuttering, but ever so kind and gentle and helpful. that was you

an angel is what you are to all people you have met. pure baby angel

so how the fuck did this salty frenchfry win you over?

you two were the complete opposite ＝asshole, and not asshole

but that didn't stop tsukishima from liking you. to him, you were more than just a background. you were like him, doing what you were told and letting others get the light of glory

tsukishima was sure you were going you reject his confession because everyone made him out as nothing but an asshole but he was pleasantly surprised when you accepted his feelings through your blush and stammering

turns out being shy had its perks, one of them being able to observe what kind of person is someone just from looking and you know that tsukishima might be mean from time to time but he's nothing like the evil person everyone told you he was

and then bam, this chaotic couple has formed. not really chaotic but people think so because again, supposedly not compatible. people still doesn't why you're dating him but as if tsukimishima cares what they think

he only cares about what you think. but still - how does a shy and kind girl and a salty lamppost date? well, we'll see right now

you were tsukishima's main source of moral. whenever he find himself in a row with another student - kageyama tobio - you were always the one to calm him down. he unwillingly does, and more unwillingly apologizes if you asked him to

you'll have to force his head and back down to a bow for him to apologize. what's more impressive is that you were able to reach his head to make what with the height difference

you think it was yamaguchi who was tsukishima's source of moral? this sweet boi can be, sure, but majority of the time he'll probably egg him without noticing

you are now also yamaguchi's source of moral

tsukishima knows how shy you are and may use that to tease you

he'll kiss you out of there to see you blush

he'll hug you from behind to hear you stammer

tsukimishima finds it cute when you get flustered from just the simplest actions of affections so he does it frequently

he has no idea he has become the most affectionate between the two of you in the relationship with his much he wants to hug and kiss you

but that doesn't mean you don't get your times to embarass him (you end up embarassed too but at least tsukishima was too)

like when he returned in the court after wakatoshi hurt his pinky finger in their match against shiratorizawa and he blocked one of those powerful spikes

you ran up to tsukishima after the match and hugged him and telling him you were proud of him. tsukishima was about to tease you when you pulled him down for a kiss

tsukishima just kinda . . . stopped working

everyone in the team was staring. yamaguchi was chuckling, nishinoya and tanaka crying tears of joy (both for tsukishima and their win), and the freak duo wondering why they were kissing in the middle of the hallway

when you pulled away, both of you were equally red and you ran away, embarassed like did you seriously kiss tsukishima in front of his teammates?

you felt like you were having a fever when tsukishima told you his brother was there too

tsukishima takes initiative in talking. what does that mean? you two have a conversation quite fine. the problem was the situations like buying something from the mall or market and you're too shy to talk to the cashiers

tsukishima will do it for you. ask about the price, where it was made - everything he asks on your behalf

but tsukishima cannot allow you to stay shy and reclusive

he'll encourage you to speak up or answer in classes. sometimes he'll have you buy something for the two of you at the convenience store so you'll learn how to interact properly with strangers

he feels bad when you come back to him like you were about to cry but you need to improve yourself and tsukishima will try to help with that

sometimes when a person really wants to talk to you, tsukishima will pretend not to see you asking for help because again, you can't be shy forever

tsukishima is a helpful boyfriend but he knows when he's crossing the line

for the longest time, he did not bring you to see the team until you were forced to go to the gym because tsukishima forgot his water bottle

when you entered, head down and body shaking from nervousness, everyone was confused. who were you?

when you asked for tsukishima, it all clicked to them

"TSUKISHIMA IS THIS YOUR GIRLFRIEND"

nishinoya and tanaka were the ones to immediately run to you, wanting to know everything about your relationship

tsukishima knows how overwhelmed you get when meeting new people, and you'll probably pass out or something if he allowed energetic and prying nishinoya and tanaka to meet you without supervision

so he intervened, pulling you out of the way before they could jump at you

"nishinoya-san, tanaka-san, please don't jump on my girlfriend. she's shy"

tsukishima saw you trembling as you hid behind him and threatened asked for the two seconds years to apologize for scaring you

they profusely did

you met everyone in the team, tsukishima by your side. he introduced all of them to you and they greeted you

tsukishima was about to tell them your name but to his surprise, you did yourself

he was so proud of you but he won't tell you that. he'll just pat your head after the unforseen meet and greet

he doesn't force you to watch his games because he knows how awkward and stiff you are with crowds

but if you do come to his games, he is very happy and grateful

you never cheer in his games, just clap when karasuno scoresn. but there was one time when they won and you screamed in a cheer the loudest and everyone was staring at you

blushy blush. you cover your face

don't worry, tsukishima liked that you did that. there's nothing to be shy about cheering on your boyfriend and his team

he takes hie cuddling with you slow. he feels you stiffens every time he wraps his arms around you

his heart will melt when you begin to get cozy in his cuddle

"why do you always want to cuddle with me?"

"because you like it"

don't believe him, he loves it too

when someone bullies you for your shyness, trust me, they won't go home without their pride stepped on

tsukishima knows well you are sometimes insecure with your shyness and like hell some douchebags are going to pull you down

"of course you can't tell that in front of me so you have to target my girlfriend"

"i understand. cowards lean more to people they think they're above of. you don't have to explain anything to me"

"can't you speak proper japanese? i expected this from kageyama but i guess there are more stupid people than him"

they're on his shit list for eternity

one thing tsukishima hated about your shyness is that you can't say what you wanted to say

when he isn't paying attention to you much, you stay quiet

girls flirting with him and you're uncomfortable? you stay quiet

you wanna learn volleyball from him? you're quiet

he urges you to tell him everything because he wants to know what you're thinking

it'll take time but you'll slowly begin telling him about everything

those times he sometimes doesn't pay attention to you much? they're no more

and those girls that keep flirting with him? they backed off after tsukishima shooed them off with a "go away, you're annoying me and my girlfriend"

you wanna learn volleyball? you're better at receiving than him now (you tease him about that)

he playfully teases you when he gives you his jacket. it's a sight to see when you're flushed red, eyes averted, wearing a jacket a little too big for you

yeah, he blushes too

he knows you want more friends so despite himself, he encouraged you to befriend kageyama and hinata

those two are annoying shits

but he knows for a fact these two will be a good influence you and will never leave you be

he watches you try your best to converse with kageyama and hinata and a small smile slowly appears on his lips as the blush on your cheeks fades away and you grow more comfortable with them

and when you laughed when kageyama and hinata fights? his heart-

"you're so invested with y/n it's cute"

"shut up yamaguchi"

but it was the truth

you're his source of moral? well he is your source of confidence

he will always be there to tell you that there is nothing to be shy of. you used to miss a lot of great things but with tsukishima in the picture, you're beginning to experience more

tsukishima is an impatient prick but as you were his girlfriend, he grew to be more patient

he was patient when you're struggling to tell him something

patient when you want to talk to someone but too shy at first

patient with your first kiss

patient with everything

all in all, you two bring out the best of each other

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#x reader #x reader fanfic #x reader fanfiction #anime #anime x reader

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