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aajxs · 9 months

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meant to be , s.g

synopsis - the one where you're in love and satoru doesn't realize until it's too late.

pairings - satoru gojo x fem!reader

contents - ANGST!!! , gojo is an asshole and y/n is too sweet for her own good , mentions of injuries and blood , major character death , prob ooc gojo

w/c - 1.8k

a/n - I got lazy asf at the end and didn't know how to finish this and I just needed it out of my drafts lol. this is kinda buns but I hope you enjoy it anyways!!

masterlist , part two .

There wasn't supposed to be any grade one curses on your mission. You were supposed to get in, exorcise the few grade three curses, and get out. 'You're strong, stronger than most, so why couldn't you beat them?' You thought to yourself as your back pressed into the concrete wall behind you. You had been sitting here for awhile, and the curses were long gone. You had beaten them up pretty badly, but you just weren't strong enough.

'Satoru could beat them, though. He's stronger than you ever will be.' Said that tiny voice in the back of your head, reminding you over and over again of your weakness.

You kept telling yourself that someone would come for you. Someone would realize you hadn't been at the school in awhile. Someone would come and find you. Maybe it was the false hope that was keeping you alive, maybe it was something else, you weren't sure. You were surprised you hadn't bled to death yet. It felt as if you had been staring aimlessly at the ground for days, yet it had probably only been an hour since the curses left you to die.

You felt a presence somewhere in the building and went to get up. Due to your weakened state you were unsure if it was a curse or another jujutsu sorcerer. You had one hand holding your bloody side, and another hand on the wall in a lousy attempt to get yourself off the cold ground. You cursed under your breath as you pushed yourself off the wall, forcing yourself to walk towards the suspicious presence. Your vision was blurry, you were bleeding from multiple places, and needless to say, you were going to need a new uniform if you even got out of here.

Your day was completely and utterly ruined. 'Not that it was going well in the first place.' You thought as you recalled the encounter you had with Satoru just a few hours prior to your mission.

"'Toru–" You happily began, but you were instantly cut off. "Don't call me that." Satoru irritatedly uttered as the two of you walked side by side through the halls. "Gosh, who pissed in your cereal?" You joked, letting out a small laugh as you purposely bumped shoulders with Gojo, making him give you an annoyed glance.

"Anyways, Satoru, I was wondering if you wanted to-" You began again, "No." He cut you off, quickening his pace. "I didn't even get to finish..?" You awkwardly said, your smile starting to disappear from your face. "Y/N, just leave me alone, I can't deal with you today." Satoru said, making you slow your steps. "What?" You frowned, "But we haven't talked all day?" You sadly uttered, bumping shoulders with him again, this time a bit softer.

He brushed you off his shoulder, "We don't have to talk every day." He said, obviously becoming irritated. "But we're best friends, why wouldn't we..?" You trailed off, confusion and sadness washing over you. When he didn't reply, you went to bump his shoulder again, but you were stopped by his infinity. "Why's your infinity on? You never have it up around me." Your frown deepened at the action. Did he really not want you around him that badly?

"I don't like you touching me Y/N, just go somewhere, I'm not in the mood for you right now." Satoru quietly said, "So you have to be in a certain mood to be a good friend?" You asked, growing more upset by the second, "You could just tell me that you're not feeling well and you don't want to talk right now, you don't have to be an asshole about it." You said, stopping in your tracks.

"I'm not feeling well and I don't want to talk to you right now." He said, his words laced with a mix of irritation and sarcasm. "Satoru if you don't want me around you just say that!" You said, making him abruptly turn to look at you. "I don't want you around me! Is it that hard to give me a little bit of space?! You're always right next to me, always bothering me to hang out with you!" Satoru snapped, "Well, did it ever occur to you that I don't want to hang out with you?! That I don't want to talk to you!?" He said, the hands that were once shoved into his pockets now balled up into fists.

Your lips parted in shock, and you stared at him for a few moments. "I didn't realize that was how you felt." You murmured, "I just-" Your voice cracked slightly, "Nevermind, 'm sorry I said anything." You apologized, attempting to blink back the tears that were forming in your eyes. Your shoulders lightly shook as you walked away, and you prayed he didn't notice your sobs. You didn't know why it hurt so much, it wasn't like it was the first time Satoru had said something along those lines to you.

You don't remember much after that, aside from the fact that you eyes still hurt from crying and Satoru didn't even try to make sure you were alright. On your way out you saw him playing around with Suguru and Shoko.

You let out a few more curse words before making your way towards the nearest wall. There was no use in checking out whatever or whoever had entered the building, you were going to die anyways. You knew your time would come eventually, but now? You're barely seventeen.

You leaned against the wall for a moment before giving in and sliding down the wall to the ground, your blood leaving a few marks along the way. You had barely felt any of your wounds due to shock, but now that the exhaustion was finally hitting you, your body started to hurt even worse than it had ten minutes ago. It wouldn't be long until you passed out from blood loss and finally met your end, you at least wish you could've gone out in a cool way.

You couldn't help the small cries you let out as you sat there, aching against a cold cement wall in an abandoned building. You're gonna die alone in some random, dirty building. You thought as your warm tears made their way down your battered cheeks. You heard the sound of rushed footsteps, and your immediate reaction was placing a hand over your mouth in a lousy attempt to quiet your sobs.

Your ears were ringing and everything around you was muffled, so you couldn't tell if what was approaching was far away or close to you. Your vision was blurred, and the tears only made it worse. In other words, you could barely see or hear a thing.

A hand abruptly grabbing your shoulder snapped you out of your own thoughts and triggered your fight or flight sense, aptly choosing fight. The hand that was once covering your mouth now clenched and pulled back into a weak fist. "It's me! Y/N, it's me!" A familiar voice said, making you slowly put your fist down.

You went back to your original position against the wall. Your eyes were droopy and you felt like you were going to fall asleep. "No– Y/N, stay awake!" The person said as they took your practically limp body into their arms. A hand reached to your face and began shakily wiping your tears, whispering curses under their breath as they cradled you.

"Satoru.." You mumbled, a weak smile appearing on your face. He perked up at your words, the hand that was wiping your tears now cupping your face. "Yes, it's me- Satoru, your Satoru!" Your Satoru. How you longed for those words to come out of his mouth for years. You know that's not what he means, though. You know he'll never be yours.

"Thought you didn't like me anymore, 'Toru..?" You weakly asked, tears still streaming down your face. "Fuck— I didn't mean that, you know I could never dislike you Y/N." He said, anxiety lacing his words. Your half-lidded eyes gazed at him with nothing but adoration, they always have. "I don't think 'm gonna make it, 'Toru." You tiredly said, offering him another weak grin.

"Don't say that! You can't leave," Satoru said, "You're important to me." A small frown appeared on his face as you let out a dry laugh. How could you be laughing at a time like this? "I don't get it," You began, "You've always said I'm important to you-" You cut yourself off with a cough, pain shooting throughout your entire body. "-But you always make me feel like 'm not worth your time." You said, blinking a few times to try and keep yourself awake.

"C'mon Y/N, none of that matters now," He said, his tone getting a bit louder, "Stop fucking talking and stay awake for me." Satoru pleaded, lightly tapping your face. If he could take back everything he ever did wrong to you, he would. "Satoru?" You asked, your voice cracked, the lump in your throat only growing with the pain in your body.

"I wanna go home, 'Toru." You cried, weakly gripping Satorus uniform. "You will go home. We jus' gotta wait for Kiyotaka to get here, 'nd we'll go home." He said before throwing his head back and biting his lip harshly, blinking back his tears.

Your side was throbbing, every other wound on your body was stinging. You looked sickly and if anybody saw you they'd assume you were a zombie. You and Satoru both knew that you couldn't live through this. "'Toru—" You began, a small hiccup erupting from your throat. "I love you, y'know that, right?" You uttered, licking your lips out of habit.

"I love you too," He admitted back, his cerulean eyes glossed over. "You're not allowed to die on me, Y/N." He frowned, his voice shaking and cracking every few words.

"I have one last request before I go–" You started, biting your lip when Satoru cut you off, "You're not leaving, don't say that!" He harshly said, his grip on your body tightening. "I'm weak, Satoru." You admit as you reach up to cup his face. He's not wearing those stupid glasses. You thought as you caressed his face gently, a smile appearing on your tear stained, battered face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are, 'Toru?" You say, not failing to catch him off guard even in your last moments. He gives you a nod as he takes one of his hands and places it over your own. "Can you kiss me on the forehead? Like you always do?" You question as you blink away a few tears.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips staying for a few moments, before hugging your body closer to him and tucking your head under his own. "Maybe in another life, I can be what you always wanted.." You mutter before closing your eyes. He could feel your body still, and finally let a couple tears run down his face.

It was never meant to be.

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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Hello!!! How are you? I’ve been a follower for the past few days and was wondering if I could request something.

I was hoping to request a fic or like give you a prompt for something for miles42 × femreader

So it goes like this- yk those super corny reads that are like the reader's pinning for miles and like sometimes miles finds them annoying but in a cute way but he don't know that her yk? So he's talking to his homeboys about her, talm about some how she's so "annoying, a nuisance" and guess who's behind the wall listening? The reader herself.

So this goes one of two ways- she either matches up there, confronts him. And she's like "flipping fine, if that's how you feel then lemme get out of ur way- you won't hear a peep from me" and she like just ignores him and he learns how he feels about her, sees how his life is so boring without her and all that- goes to apologize happy ending..

Option number 2: silent treatment. Like just slowly drifting away until he once again comes to the realization that he needs her and all that happy ending yay!

Feel free to do whatever you want with this but I'm thinking of sending the same request to other authors to see what they come up with cause everyone has a style k? And i just love studying them and reading them cause evervtime- no matter how similar the prompt is- they always manage to invoke different feelings with in me.

Anyway- have fun doing this- but remember you don't have to cause this is kinda too much and I'm sorry😓

"I want my pen back."

wc: >1,200 A/N: okay so i got a bit carried away...this is a long one. (yes I am using this as an excuse to try out the gradient thing) thank you anon for this fun request! i also rlly like ur reasoning behind it and i hope i was able to do this prompt some type of justice lol

The gel pen clattered to the ground.

“I got it,” you said, grinning at Miles. You squat to grab it before the boy can act to get it himself, and he sighs as you hand it to him.

“Thanks.”

Miles turned the pen every which way between his fingers.

You had gifted it to him on the first day of school, with that same expectant grin. The little cartoon dogs that surrounded the perimeter had begun to fade with use because – admittedly – it had actually turned out to be a good ass pen.

He’d thought initially that you were just being nice; maybe you were handing shit out to everyone because it was the first day, understandable.

But then, it was highlighters (the erasable ones).

Pink sticky-notes on his locker, telling him to have a nice day with the ‘i’s dotted with hearts.

A new sketchbook for Secret Santa.

Miles’ pencil case had rapidly gotten bulkier, and when you rushed to grab a seat next to him during the one class without assigned seats, it finally clicked.

You were trying to get his attention. And he wasn’t sure what would happen if you got it.

“I like the new braids.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts, and turned to you.

“Huh?”

“The braids,” you laughed. “I like the pattern. Who did ‘em for you?”

A tiny smirk ghosted the boy’s lips.

“My mom. Just like the last time you asked me.”

He ran a hand instinctively over the meandering zig-zag pattern that his cornrows had been sectioned into. Miles looked at you from his periphery; you were still staring.

“Bitch, just ask him out already!”

Your friend smacked the back of your shoulder as the two of you took your sweet time getting back to your lockers.

“Alright, today, I swear,” you said, hand over your heart for emphasis.

A beat of silence passes. “But what if he says no?”

She groaned.

“Then he says no, and you can save your money. But say something, it’s getting embarrassing.”

Your friends’ encouragement landed you here, around the corner of a building where Miles and a gaggle of other boys from your homeroom were bursting into raucous laughter.

“Yo, why you ain’t bag her yet? She wants you bad,” one boy said.

Unsure if the ‘she’ in question was you, you stay where you are and keep listening.

“I dunno, she kinda annoying,”

Miles’ low voice makes your ears perk up.

“One day she gon’ run outta things to say about my hair, she has to!”

…Oh.

The buoyant feeling in your chest sinks as the group erupts into another laughing fit. If you asked him out now, you’d hear about it for the rest of the year.

Shoving your phone into your pocket, you turn back the way you came.

Miles knew something was off when you sat down the next morning without a word.

“You good?” he asked.

You glanced at him, then nodded before going back to playing with the beads in your hair. The excruciating silence stretched on for almost the entirety of class before it was broken again.

“Do you…wanna help me with my homework? I’ll really let you, this time.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Morales, you got an ‘A’ in every class.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Your name’s on every bulletin board.”

“Damn,” the boy muttered to himself as his leg bounced under the desk.

Your beads clattered against your back as you rose from your seat. The bell had rung, finally. You didn’t even say ‘bye’.

Miles cracked open his locker. One of your sticky notes from last week had begun to un-stick and fluttered to the ground. There were no new ones. He bent to pick it up, noticing how neat and round your handwriting was on these compared to the way you wrote in class. The letters didn’t run together, like you were in a rush.

Neatly folding the note and sticking it in his pocket, Miles shut his locker to reveal your face. The boy nearly yelped in surprise.

“Where the hell did you come from? Scared the shit outta me,” he said with a grin.

“I want my pen back.”

Miles froze.

“Which pen?”

You tilted your chin up towards the one he was currently gripping in his left hand. He looked down at it like a wad of cash.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t just not give the pen back to you…

…but he didn’t want to give it to you, either.

“What you need it for? Don’t you have, like, a whole store full of these?”

“Miles, I gotta get to class. I’m not playing,” you reached for Miles’ hand, but he raised it high above his head.

Instead of a smirk or mocking sneer, something like worry was etched onto the boy’s features.

“Tell me what’s up witchu first.”

“What are you talking about? I’m about to be late, c’mon.”

“You ain’t said a word to me all day,” he dropped his hand momentarily. “Are you sick? Did I do something? What–hey!”

You had snatched the pen out of the boy’s hand when he wasn’t looking, throwing it into your bag.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

You turn to retreat down the hallway, but stop with a huff when Miles calls after you.

“Wait!”

“I’m waiting.”

“Come see me after school?”

You kicked an empty can down the sidewalk in front of Miles’ apartment.

“Make this quick, I gotta go study.”

He looks everywhere else to avoid meeting your eyes, looking for the right words.

“You didn’t answer me earlier,” Miles awkwardly shuffled his feet. “Are you mad at me?”

“...Yeah, kinda.”

“For what?”

You stop to think for a moment, crossing your arms.

“For…for letting me hand you that pen, knowing you weren’t gonna give it back,” you began.

Miles’ brows furrowed in confusion. “That’s it?”

You shook your head profusely, “N-no, I’m not done. You let me buy you all that stuff, put all that dumb shit in your locker, whole time you don’t even like me–”

“You don’t know that,” Miles interrupted. Your head snapped up to look at him, and you paused.

“I don’t?”

Neither of you say anything for a moment, then Miles remembers the note in his pocket. He takes it out and shows it to you.

“These? Are cute as fuck,”

He searches for more words, ten continues, "A-and I use that sketchbook every day. That pen? It’s like, my favorite,” he laughs. “I got half a mind to steal it back from you.”

Miles watches you expectantly. Your arms are still crossed, but the corners of your lips quirk up in amusement.

“So you like getting free stuff.”

“No-! I…”

The boy’s arms had begun to flail around in frustration. You hold back a giggle, never having seen him squirm like this before. It’s a nice change of pace.

“Alright, listen. I like hearing you talk to me every morning, and…”

He trailed off. He had begun slightly bouncing on his toes.

“...I like you.”

At some point while watching Miles struggle to explain himself, the float-y feeling in your chest had come back. You tilted your head to the side, and smiled.

“Okay. What are you gonna do about it?”

The boy’s eyes lit up.

“Where do you wanna go?”

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yestrday · 6 months

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do u have any more crumbs abt crazy, tiny, will scratch and bite me if provoked (kinky....) housewife scara? 🙏 LAWDDD ABOVE, ur writing is too good.

notes: anything for my babygurlll 💪💪

( jealousy, masochism <- reader, sadism <- kuni, slight blood, slight nsfw mentions, mentions of cheating, no one cjeats, possessive behavior )

"... what else do we need? fish, chicken... ah, we ran out of sichuan pepper just yesterday too... hm, i think our rice is running low too. hey, [y. name], run over to the rice section and get us some—" kuni turns to you, and a scowl etches on his features as puts his hands on his hips. "wipe that stupid look off your face, we're in the grocery."

you don't know how being in the grocery is relevant to anything, but you do kind of know about what stupid look he's talking about. maybe he's referring to the way you're slumped on the grocery cart handle, grinning widely with a hand cupping your cheek as you stare all moony-eyed at your pretty husband. straight from the house with a lilac apron on and clutching a hurriedly written grocery list, he was the perfect image of domesticity. your partner, glaring at you right now through those bewitching purple eyes and—

SLAP! "cut. that. out!" kuni growls under his voice, pulling your hair towards his height and looking all menacing like despite the red blush on his cheeks. "you're embarassing me in public!" you stop the slight moan coming from your mouth, as well as the comment to point out his hypocrisy. some onlookers look like they want to interfere, but one look at your heart eyes and blushing face makes them deter at the realization that you're both freaks.

"sorry, sorry~" you coo, bringing him into a hug and nuzzle your face into his neck. though his hands lay limp at his sides, he doesn't squirm and only buries a pout into your skin. "you're just super duper a thousand times cuter today than usual, y'know~ i couldn't help myself!"

"you said that yesterday and the day before that and everyday before that!" kuni grumbles softly. "now i'm starting to wonder if you actually mean it."

you gasp softly, pulling him away by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "now how can you say that?"you ask, feigning hurt. "you should know how deeply and madly i'm in love with you, right? my darling cute kuni, who makes me lose all rationality whenever i stare at him..."

kuni rolls his eyes at your dramatic confession. "oh, please—"

"... [y. name]?"

an unsure voice cuts him off, and the two of you quickly glance at the wide-eyed man staring at the both of you with a grocery basket hanging off his shoulder. a spark of realization lights up in his eyes when he finally takes a better look at your face, and he grins happily at you. "[y. name]! it really is you! fancy running into you here!"

anyone talking to you should ready themselves for a beating from kuni, who already has a scowl deeply etched on his face, but you quickly step forward before things can escalate. he glances up at you, and he furrows his brow at the relatively normal demeanor you've put up. "kyle!" you grin with a tone that makes kuni bristle. "good to see you here. your girlfriend got you running errands?"

"h-how'd you know?"

you laugh. "just a hunch. from the way she's been ranting to her department about how she does all the chores anyway." you slap a hand to his shoulder. "help your girlfriend out too. sharing chores is quite a great way to bond. why, i'm actually here with my hus... band..."

your voice trails off when you see kuni staring daggers into kyle. you chuckle a bit nervously, afraid that he might materialize an actual dagger out of nowhere (he was in the habit of being a tad murderous). "well, currently not in the best of moods, but my lovely wife's here with me."

thankfully, kyle's not the brightest man, so he's quite unaware of all the homicidal thoughts running around kuni's brain as he offers a respectful bow. "hello, mr. [l. name]! i'm [y. name]'s junior. they've been a great help to me and sadie ever since we entered the company!" he offers out a hand for a good ol' shake, but kuni only sneers at it and hides behind your back. kyle is left dumbfounded, stretching his hand towards air.

"inazumans... don't shake hands," you smile as you make up a reason. you can feel kuni burying himself in your back, his sharp nails digging into your hips as a warning. you try to maintain your composure and suppress the blush on your face. "anyways, we've gotta run. kuni's still got cooking to do!"

"n-no worries, [y. name], i'll see you this monday. a-and..." kyle nervously fidgets with his basket and avoids eye contact with you. "you can come over for dinner after work with us anytime. me and sadie do owe you a lot... really. it's..." kyle's blush deepens and he bites his lip— a nervous habit you're familiar with. "... it's the least we can do."

when kyle dashes off, you and kuni finish the rest of the groceries in silence. that make syou a little nervous, especially since you were half-expecting (awaiting, more like it) for him to just pin you to the nearest wall as soon as kyle was out of the picture. you two load the groceries in your car in silence, all while you give kuni nervous side-glances.

finally settled in the driver's seat, and kuni stormily cross-armed beside you, you try to catch his eye. "kuni...?" you ask in a breathy nervous half-laughter. "what's wrong?"

hyou flinch at how much venom is in his voice and ignore how it's making you feel down there. "someone tried to ask you out in front of me!" his voice is shaking. "and you're gonna have the fucking audacity to ask me what's wrong?!"

"they're just my co-worker, kuni, i promise," you try to soothe him. "it's not like i was gonna take them up on their offer anyway. why would i, when i got y—"

"liar!" you wince as his voice shrills in your ear. "if you weren't planning to, then you should've just turned them down, right in front of me. no, you were planning to, weren't you?" he leans over and jabs a finger into your chest, glaring up at you with those sharp purple eyes. "you were planning on going with them after work, huh? then what?"

"i had no plans, kuni." you try to reach a hand out to stroke his hair, but he quickly grabs it and digs his nails into you. you stare into his eyes. "i promise."

kuni scowls, and you don't even know why you bother. once he gets into this possesisve, irrate mood, nothing can abate him till he lets all the stress out. "liar," he growls, and reaches over and pulls the handle to lay the driver's seat flat.

you fall back with a hard thump, and kuni wastes no time in straddling you in your seat and grabbing you by the collar. "you filthy, fucking liar. how dare you play around with me, your husband, huh? what the hell were you gonna do with them, anyway?! eat dinner, then what? let them fuck that slutty mouth of yours till you go stupid?" he sneers "i know how good you look doing that. i bet everyyy guy and his wife in your office is itching to get a taste of you."

oh. ohhhh. oh gosh, car play? your heart is beating a thousand miles per second, and your blush deepends as kuni's other hand digs into your torso painfully. oh archons. kuni mistakes the blush on your cheeks for something else, and his eyes become positively stormy.

"filthy bitch," he spits, digging even deeper until he draws blood. you whimper in arousal as you feel the familiar warm trickle from your torso. "what, you get off to fantasizing about your whole office fucking you?" you try to shake your head, telling him that it's him making you like this and no one else, but he swoops in to steal a kiss before you can say anything.

it's nothing like the sweet kisses you steal from him when you walk out the front door. it's feral, animalistic. he's biting on your lips till he draws blood and sucking on your tongue until your brain goes numb from the tingling. he lets out a haughty smirk as he pulls away, the trickle of drool connecting your lips till it breaks.

"thaat's better," he sighs, slumping back and getting a good look at your blissed out face. "just a little kiss and you're all fucked out for me just like this.

"just like how it should be."

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere scaramouche #yester.writes #yester.au — househusbands 💍

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kenmakodz · 2 months

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CANDID LOVE ˙✧˖📷

06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

-> GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCh. screams. kicking my feet like a little girl writing this chapter.

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 [Moon's Calling]

Alphas are nothing but trouble, nothing but hearts about to be broken, nothing but fake acts of kindness just to toss you aside after they're done feasting on you. And Jungkook, in your eyes, is no different.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jungkook, Werewolf!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Werewolf!Reader, slight angst, mentions of past infidelity and resulting distrust, Alpha!Werewolf!Yoongi, tiny bit of fluff but it's so subtle you might miss it

Length: 3.2k (look who's already dashing past her own set guidelines)

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"You're out again this late." Yoongi says quietly from a little further away behind you, calm. "What's gotten you so restless? You've never had any issue with the moon until recently." He wonders, carefully walking closer.

You've been a bit on edge lately, unsure of why your emotions seem to be all over the place. It's this aching sense of missing something far away, as if you've got to be somewhere you're not sure of. Your sub-gender and it's natural cycle have never been an issue to you ever before- so it can't be the moon at all. And yet, the more the moon adds to it's shape, the closer it gets to show itself in it's entirety in the sky, the more anxious you seem to get every night. Waiting. For something you don't know.

"If you want me to call off Seokjin's sending, then I'll do it." Yoongi gently says, sitting down on the rock near the river next to you. "You know he won't mind."

"No-" You shake your head. Seokjin deserves to finally go with his mate- he's been waiting for some time now, and you don't want him to go without a proper sending. You're not too superstitious- but you still like your traditions, and in a way, you wouldn't be able to see him go without an opportunity to properly say goodbye either. He's still a part of the pack, even if he leaves. "-it wouldn't be fair. I don't know what's gotten me so.." You adjust your position on the rock, staring at the stars in the reflection of the running water.

"Restless." Yoongi chuckles. "You're at that age, after all-" He starts, and you groan in faked pain, rolling your eyes. "What? Nothing wrong with being a late-bloomer. When I was your age-"

"When I was your age!" You jokingly imitate him, making him swing his head after your head, a scolding hit you barely avoid with a grin. "You make yourself sound so old all the time."

"I'm just saying. Most get their mates at 21, most even sooner." He reminds you. "Maybe yours was simply lost." He shrugs.

"Yeah well-" You take a small rock from the side, and throw it as far as you can- unable to reach the other side of the river. "-speaks volumes about who I'm mated to then, doesn't it?" You growl to yourself, picking up another small rock to throw.

"Well, pup-" The alpha next to you leans back, watches you throw another rock unsuccessfully. "-You don't know what life they live. The hurdles they have to overcome. Not everyone has a pack like you, after all." Yoongi gently reminds you, as you continue to throw your pebbles.

"I don't want to have a mate anyways." You shake your head. "All alphas are arrogant and egoistic." You huff, before side-eyeing Yoongi next to you with a bit of submission in your gaze. "…maybe not you. But the rest is."

"I was about to fight for Seokjin's honor for a second, but I have to admit that he is pretty full of himself." He chuckles with you, before he picks up a rounded pebble next to him as well, twirling it in his palm. "But exceptions define the norm, pup. Maybe your mate isn't someone you'll loath." He tries to lift the mood, easily throwing the pebble into the grass on the other side of the river.

He knows your experiences with Alpha-wolfs until now. They're not good- you're pretty much cursed it seems like to always attach yourself to the one's that do not deserve it. It's like you're drenched in honey, constantly to be attacked and stung by the bees around you. It's sad to see, and it's why Yoongi himself as your pack leader has basically begun to shield you from any harm he can.

You've had enough of that for a lifetime.

"They're all the same, down the line." You mumble into your knees next to him, hugging your legs. "I'll just stay with you and the pack forever." You say, leaning into Yoongi's side, who moves an arm around your shoulders to give you a sense of comfort, at least for a moment.

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Seokjin is somewhere in the woods, but you've long left him behind without any regards for the older wolf.

Ever since the human government had made certain woodlands and other nature parks entirely pack property, shifting had become a key part of your life again. So right now, there's no fear and no doubts in your mind any longer, as you run full speed through the trees around you, paws heavy on the ground. You can hear Seokjin somewhere, probably having gotten distracted by something random around. He's never been a very good hunter, probably won't ever be. But he's still your brother, if not by blood then by the bond of the pack.

You'll miss him when he leaves.

Something makes you suddenly stop- there's no noise, nothing, only the hushed whispers of the trees above, technically nothing out of the ordinary. But there's.. something off.

You're walking slower now, carefully moving around the woods, birds chirping and occasionally abandoning their places in the trees at your presence. But you're not here for them, and neither do you care for the rabbits cowering underneath your paws in their burrows beneath the earth you walk on. You're hunting something else it seems, eyes scanning your environment as you stalk through the grass.

Faintly, in the distance, thunder is roaring through the clouds.

Suddenly, your nose lifts, sniffs the air- and you can't help but wag your tail a little as you smell the first preparations for tonight's meals at the festival. Seokjin loves food, and had wished for all of his favorites- maybe if you went back now, you could snatch a few first bites?

Suddenly, someone chuckles. And the voice is entirely unfamiliar.

You turn and growl, caught off guard and a little anxious now at someone you don't know present in the woods- until a person steps out from behind a tree, simply white cotton shirt and torn jeans coming into view, as well as heavy boots and long hair halfway tied in the back of the man's head. He's still sporting a little grin on his lips, and you think about stepping back for a moment, until you realize he might see that as you being scared.

And while that's kind of true, you don't want him to know that.

The young man crosses his arms, colorful ink on one of his forearms staring right at you, before someone smashes right into you, causing you to fall over and tumble through the grass. Seokjin's heavy frame lays right on top of you, nipping at your ear and after your legs that try to push him, before he finally lets off, shakes himself.

"It's good to see you, Jin-hyung." The young man offers, accepting the way the large wolf bumps into his stomach as a form of greeting. "I assume you're a packmate?" He asks you, and you stand up as well now, shaking every dry leaf off of you, huffing in distaste, before you simply walk past him, on your way back to the packhouse.

"Ah, there he is. Jungkook!" Someone calls out to whom you believe might be the young man who'd found you, as you instead jog towards Yoongi, who lets his hand run over your back as you walk past, brushing against his thigh.

"Go change. Chunhei wants your help with the cooking." He informs you, voice both demanding and bold in it's tone- but not unfriendly, as you share a look to let him know you understood, walking inside the house where you're already being expected.

"I apologize if she was unfriendly." Yoongi bows just a tiny amount to Jungkook, who waves it off. "She's not too fond of strangers- mostly alphas." He apologizes for you, though Jungkook doesn't seem too bothered.

"Figured. We've got a bit of a tarnished reputation, don't we?" He chats, and Yoongi nods politely.

"Your pack is at the guest house up north. Seokjin will bring you." He shortly says, before leaving.

And Jungkook can't help but feel like he's not quite wanted here at all.

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Alcohol is already flowing the next time you spot the guy named Jungkook, currently occupied joking around with Seokjin and someone else you don't know.

"He's not that bad." Yoongi offers, sitting down on the bench next to you with a mug of wine in his hand, as he sets it down on the table. "But a bit of a troublemaker, I've heard." He adds.

"How so?" You wonder, picking up another bite of food as you relish in the music and the drums beating through your body.

"Challenged his pack alpha, Namjoon, twice this year." Yoongi offers. "Namjoon himself told me that it wasn't much more than 'a young alpha getting cocky', but the way he described it.." The alpha next to you shrugs, taking a sip of his wine.

"So he's just like any other alpha then." You simply huff, eating your food while daring to catch another glimpse of the situation in front of you.

Just to have him stare right back at you.

"No, I don't think so." Yoongi catches your attention back, breaking the small moment. "I don't trust him, Jungkook I mean. There's something off about him, and I don't like it." He grumbles into his mug, before he slowly stands up. "I'll have to go socialize some more. Don't go to bed too late, okay?" He tells you, and you roll your eyes, waving him off.

"Yes, mom." You joke, making him chuckle as he leaves you be.

And only a few moments later, someone sits down in front of you- and by the scent of it, you don't even have to look up to see who it is.

"Hi." He simply offers, arms resting on the wooden table you sit and eat at. There's a hint of wine on his breath, but not much- he probably hasn't had much to drink yet, which calms you down quite a bit. God knows if you hate anything more than alphas, it's drunk alphas.

You don't answer him, and he chuckles at that. You don't get what's so funny.

"Can I ask why you're so.. not fond of me?" he wonders.

"You mean why I don't like you?" You correct him, and he seems to visibly perk up at that. If he had a wolf's tail, it would probably be wagging.

"A bit harsh, but I guess it fits." He says, getting more comfortable in his seat now that he seems to have pushed through the first hurdle of getting you to talk to him. "So?" He wonders, and you shrug, still not sparing his face any glance as you finish your last bite of food.

"I just don't like alphas." You justify yourself. "Just like Yoongi said."

"You seem quite close." He offers, and you know why he's asking that.

"I'm not interested." You respond because of that, drinking your water.

"I didn't even ask anything." He leans back a little. "Just an observation. An attempt at smalltalk, if you will." He charmingly says, and you cant help but at least notice his rather toned physique. Not even a simple white cotton shirt can really hide what's possibly beneath, judging from his shoulders and the fabric straining around his biceps. If he wasn't such a cocky alpha, you'd be able to see the appeal in him. He smells nice, too- seems to take care of himself, proves his capabilities.

But that won't help at all, if the rest of him is the exact opposite of appealing.

Alphas just swoon every omega they can get their hands on- they're simply hungry for anything they can put their dick in, no matter what. And even if you trust them, give them your heart and soul, they'll just end up betraying you for something else. Someone else.

And they won't even be sorry for it.

"well, your smalltalk sucks, and I haven't asked for it in the first place." You respond- but he's bitten into you it seems like, not willing to let go this easily. It just irritates you more.

"And yet you engage in it." He chuckles, making you want to wrap your hands around his neck.

"Can't you bother someone else?" You ask, putting your cutlery on your plate as you sip the last of your water. "I'm sure you can find someone or something else to put your dick in that isn't me." You tell him, and he clicks his tongue, leaning back with his arms crossed.

You hate how you can't help but stare at the way his muscles move underneath his skin.

"Ah, Yoongi-hyung told me about that." He nods to himself. "And considering what I've been told, it'll only fuel your distaste of me if I told you that I'm not like that, right?" Jungkook tells you, and at that, you lift your gaze to glare at him. But all it really does is make his stupid round doe eyes sparkle, lights from all around you reflecting in them as his gaze brightens up a bit. "There we go. Nice to meet you." He chuckles, and you want to growl- but you've got some self-control in yourself.

"Can't say the same." You instead mumble, making him throw his head back as he laughs.

"You're cute." He tells you, and you huff at him. "Very cute."

"What do you want from me?" You ask yet again. "I'm not gonna let you-"

"I don't want sex." He cuts you off, effectively shutting you off. "I want a simple conversation with the pretty wolf I've just met. Preferably without getting glared at, but it's cute, so I'll let it slide." He shrugs.

"Too bad." You instead say, standing up and collecting all dishes and cutlery. "Because the 'pretty wolf' doesn't want to engage in fuckboy-talk." You hiss, making him lift his hands in playful defeat.

"Hm, I'll accept it." He nods, standing up as well. "Have a good rest of your night then, pretty wolf." He simply tells you, before he leaves you be.

And you're not sure what to think of him now.

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You're yet again at the riverbed, throwing your pebbles- but this time, Yoongi isn't around.

You don't blame him, and you don't expect him either- he's not very fond of large gatherings, and had to use up all the energy in his social battery tonight- so he's probably exhausted. He might be a bit naggy and grumpy most of the time, but he's also one of the best leaders you can think of. He never chose to be alpha, was thrown into the cold waters when his father ditched the wolf-life for a better job in the cities- but Yoongi had stayed. Not only with the pack, not only in the woods he grew up with, but also with himself and the things he believes in.

When you came to his pack, you were young- not even fifteen, barely able to even make a decision like leaving a pack and joining another. You had ran away from your old pack, and Yoongi, having just been announced as leader, the youngest known at the time, had accepted you even though he was looked down upon for it. An unfamiliar omega runaway, accepted just like that.

But he had fought his way back, has claimed himself a lot of honor and respect from others. You most of all.

You're blindly throwing pebbles into the water in front of you, one after another, unable to sleep yet again. The moon is just one night away from being in it's full glory- tomorrow, Seokjin will leave, and you'll be unable to find rest yet again-

suddenly a small rock lands in the grass across the lake, freezing you in place.

"You shouldn't be so far away from your pack so late at night, omega." Jungkook's voice is deep, but not threatening as he approaches you slowly. It makes you uneasy just because of that- because you can't read him, aren't sure of his intentions at all as he sits down next to you, though with a respectable distance. You still feel like he's trying to manipulate you, with everything that he does.

"One move closer and I'll bite your dick off." You growl, and he has the audacity to laugh, not looking your way, but simply ahead.

"I better stay right here then." He simply says, watching the river in front of him. "I'm not that good with crowds." He suddenly says, and you wonder why, because you didn't ask whatsoever. "I technically didn't want to come, but Jin-hyung had asked me, and I guess considering you're in the same pack, you know how he's like when he doesn't get what he wants." He chuckles, and you don't answer at all. "And also.. It's hard to stay back home when your chosen mate is calling out to you every night." He tells you, and you now look at the side of his head.

His chosen mate?

"Honestly thought they'd never show up." He simply continues, doing something with his hands that you can't see. "But some might need a bit more time than others- and I've learned when to act, and when to be patient." He shrugs, looking at whatever he's doing.

"Why are you telling me that?" You ask unsure, adjusting a bit in your spot on the rock that's a bit higher than the one he's sitting on.

"Hm, why?" He hums, though doesn't seem to be going to answer that question. "What's something you like?" He asks instead, catching you off guard.

"Uh.." You take a moment to think, genuinely unsure how to answer that. "soft things? I don't know.." You quietly answer, and he nods to himself, smiling. "I should probably go back..-" You start, and he speaks up again.

"Are you scared of me?" He asks boldly, not looking at you, and you freeze. You're not sure if you are- you're not sure if you should be. If Yoongi doesn't trust him, you don't either- but at the same time, you don't really know what kind of threat your pack leader sees in him. Jungkook is a cocky, braindead alpha who doesn't actually think with his brain, but his fragile masculinity. That's not a threat- that's simply just a nuisance.

So you scoff. "No." You tell him.

"Good." He simply says, standing up to full height, before he approaches you, and puts something into your hands you don't look at- because the moon reflects in his dark eyes, and you can't look away no matter how hard you try- the golden ring around his irises proving the presence of his wolfblood pulsing in his veins. "Because there's nothing to be afraid of." He simply tells you, before he walks past you. "Don't stay out too long." Jungkook only offers as he walks away from you, and you're stuck in place for a good moment because his scent is paralyzing you in some odd way. It's making you awfully tired, exhausted even, as if suddenly you've hit that weird moment of sleep overcoming you in front of the TV you're staring at.

And you're even worse when you look down into your hand, where you find a little bow made of braided grass.

An offering.

An offering to be your mate.

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The reader seems to be really close to billy and stu , so it got me thinking , what if she had little rituals with them ... like kissing their noses or rubbing their backs , and what if she got possessive of them and in a game of 7 minutes in heaven ou something she just makes out with billy or stu ( bcs in order to be with dark murderous freaks you have to be a freak yourself ...i dont make the rules)

Like imagine billy : im mf special 😏

a/n omg?? i love this!! this concept is adorable :)) i got so excited i put off writing my lit essay lol, this became A LOT longer than I thought it would be lol

also do y’all like first or second person narration better?? i definitely like writing first person more in chapter fics, but in drabbles/one-shots i change my mind all the time. I did a little of both here lol

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The pile of homework I've been working on seems like it'll never end. Like there will always be another packet that needs to be completed or another essay I need to write.

Something behind me shifts. The noise is soft and easy to dismiss, but my body turns instinctually anyways. After what happened to Casey, there's no such thing as being too sure.

With a sigh, my entire body eases as I realize what the source of the noise is. It's just Billy and Stu, magically appearing like they often do on my windowsill. Stu's already inside my room, sitting on the edge of my window, his feet firmly plated on the floor. Billy's leaning against it, his lower half still outside.

Normally, when they show up like this, I grin and urge them to come in faster. "What are you guys doing here?" The way Stu pauses and the look Billy gives me tells me that they weren't expecting that reaction. "I told you guys--not today. I have a ton of homework and like half my family is visiting. My cousins have no concept of boundaries because they're like seven and they barge in here all the time. They're also snitches, the last thing I need is them running to the kitchen and telling their mom that 'Y/n has boys in her room'."

Stu holds up his hands in defense as he stands. "Relax, we're just here for our goodnight kisses."

I turn, adjusting the notebook on my lap as I look at them skeptically.

"We'll leave right after if you want us to," Billy says, pulling himself up onto my windowsill.

Still unsure, I twist my pen between my fingers. "I will want you guys to." My tone is a little harsher than I want it to be. Stu seems a little tenser and Billy's expression clouds. "No, that came out wrong. It’s not that I want you gone, it’s that I’m trying to be practical.”

"You didn't want us coming over earlier," Stu mumbles, something harsh behind his eyes, "And we barely saw you yesterday."

"Yesterday wasn't my fault. You two went out with Tatum and Sid." I adjust my hold on my notebook. "And I didn't want you guys over earlier today because of homework. Literally all I've done today is go to lunch with my family and homework." Their unease settles in my stomach like a rock. I sigh, pushing my notebook off of my lap. "Okay, come here."

At that, Stu breaks out into a grin. He crosses my room in a few long steps. Once he reaches me, he sinks into my waiting arms. I hug him tightly before he can decide that all isn’t forgiven, burring my face into the side of his neck. He's so warm and always smells so much like him. Like expensive fabric softener, a little bit of body spray, and usually a tiny bit like weed. On anyone else the combination wouldn't work, but on Stu, it makes me feel right at home.

One of my hands runs up and down Stu's back. He eases into the contact. The shirt he's wearing is soft. There's little I love more than Stu's well worn, rich kid T-shirts. I'm already plotting how to steal it from him.

I lean my head upwards, pressing a kiss against his jaw. His eyes flutter shut as I leave a trail of kisses up his cheek and to his temple like I always do.

Billy must have come in while I was distracted. He's lingering next to us, watching with a blank expression. I learned early on that while Billy hates asking for physical contact, he loves receiving it. If I had to take a guess, Billy's hesitance likely comes from his home life, but I'd never say that out loud.

"Okay, Stu," I hum, my nails brushing through his hair, "You're good." His hold on me tightens. "Stu, c'mon." With a bit of a pout, he straightens just enough to place a kiss on my forehead. He's watching me carefully, silently asking me for a few more minutes. "Billy's turn."

Stu frowns, looking like he's sincerely weighing his options. "Fine," he mumbles, placing one last kiss against the side of my head.

Once Stu lets me go, he slumps back onto my bed, laying across my mattress on his back. That does make me a tiny bit nervous because the more comfortable Stu gets, the less likely he is to leave.

I reach over, grabbing Billy's wrist. Gently, I pull him towards me. He lets me. Like always, at first Billy's slow before reciprocating with full force. He melts into my touch, pressing his face into my neck. My fingers trace patterns against his back.

"Missed this," I whisper the admission.

"We missed you, too," Stu replies, hand lazily reaching over for my extended leg. His fingers begin to trace patterns against the skin of my calf. I'd think that the motion was absentminded, but once when I asked him about it, he told me that sometimes he writes out things he wants to do to me. "Soon it'll just be the three of us."

This isn't a conversation that I love. The more they talk about the day where they feel like Sidney and the friend group are stable enough to handle two break ups, the less I believe that that day will ever come. Thinking about it makes me feel like a terrible person.

Billy, sensing that he no longer has my full attention, shifts. He moves impossibly closer, his lips grazing my pulse. I used to jokingly scold him for kissing my neck during times like this before learning that things like that aren't always sexual to him. It's just him at his most relaxed.

My fingers rake through his hair, smoothing it back carefully before placing a series of kisses across his jaw and up his cheek. My trail ends at his temple, like always. The realization that the moment's passing leads to him squeezing me tighter. There's something distinct about his touch today, maybe even a little nervous. That paired with how uncharacteristically quiet he's being leaves me wondering if this ambush visit is a result of something else.

I know he was supposed to do something with his dad this morning. Okay, I need to stop thinking about that before it starts showing on my face. He doesn't like when I worry, he's never said anything, but his hot-to-cold reactions make me think he misinterprets it as pity. If anything, what I feel is anger that I can't walk up to his dad and punch him the face.

"Okay," I hum, "You both got your goodnight kisses...and I have to finish this essay."

"It's Friday," Stu replies, his fingers moving against my skin in what kind of feels like the curve of a 'c'? I'd ask if I wasn't worried about the conversation and mood taking a turn towards something I can't control. "You have two whole days."

I exhale, nails gently scratching at Billy's scalp. "You're throwing a party on Saturday, and Sunday's our first fully free day in over a week. You two aren't going to let me get anything done."

Stu turns his hand, running his knuckles up my leg. "Not true, babe. I've got a whole to-do list for you."

Softly kicking my leg in protest of his joke, I roll my eyes. "It's better for everyone if I just get this stuff done now, especially since you can't sleep over anyways. My little cousins are never in bed when they're supposed to be."

"You can do your homework, Billy and I know how to behave." When I raise an eyebrow at that, Stu concedes, "Okay, we at least know how to entertain ourselves."

Yeah, that's not comforting.

"You guys aren't being fair. I don't remember acting like this when you guys literally went on dates yesterday." I drop my arms away from Billy, ignoring the pinch of guilt that strikes with no warning.

At the lack of contact, Billy sits up. I avoid his gaze. "Is that why you're kicking us out? You're jealous? Upset we're not giving you enough attention?"

"No, I'm kicking you out because there's a group of seven to nine year olds that are super nosy in my house. Especially when it comes to boys. Kennedy's in the third grade and in her crush phase and she's asked me about whether or not I have a boyfriend 50 times."

"Your mom lets us sleep over all the time," Stu defends, "We just need to tell her that our parents did something and she won't care."

My posture straightens in an attempt to seem more determined. "That's different and you know it. She always has you guys crash on the couch and you sneak up later. We can't do that with all my relatives in the house, and you can't show up to my house so late."

Stu doesn't normally see--or at least, doesn't care about--reason, but Billy tends to listen a little more. I look over at him, gauging his expression. I still can't read him as well as he can read me, but I know that the blanker his face is, the more emotion he's feeling.

They're both starting to seem a little weird, maybe a little hurt, and I hate it. I do miss them, I want them here, but it's risky for me. At the end of the day, if my relatives find out, they get to go home. I'm the one that will be in trouble until I graduate.

"Do you really want us to go?" Billy's voice is as flat and void as his expression.

The hollow look he's giving me hurts. "You know I don't." That eerie blankness doesn't go away. "When I lock the door, they just keep knocking until I open it. I guess that gives us time for you two to get into my closet or something."

With that, Billy eases. He's not exactly as relaxed as he was before, but it's a start. I lean forward, grabbing his hand. Stu sits up, shooting up to pull me into another hug. His grin feels smug, but I can't bring myself to call him out on it.

"That's our girl," Stu praises, kissing my cheek.

I press my lips together, fighting a grin. "Wait--there's a condition. You two need to let me finish this essay."

Billy lifts our intertwined fingers to his lips. "Deal."

"You guys are unbelievable." They both look at me expectantly. "Can't believe I'm basically risking my life because I can't go one night without having you two sleepover."

----

Going out with my friends has become extremely bittersweet. I love when the entire friend group's together, but there's just something about seeing Billy and Stu and knowing that things are different. Knowing that they're right there and thousands of miles away at the same time. It's not that we don't talk in public, it's that it's inherently different. And it makes me feel awful.

Each smile I share with Tate and each time I laugh with Sid adds another layer of guilt. It's so bad that both Billy and Stu have had to talk me down from breaking it off with them twice now after large group hang outs.

Whenever I freak out, Billy tells me that this is for the best, that after everything Sidney's gone through, he can't just break up with her while she's still dealing with trauma. The one stable, good thing in her life right now is our friend group. Stu and Tatum breaking up would endanger that as well. Even though keeping these secrets is morally wrong, they're always promising that this is the best way to keep everyone happy. Sid gets the support she needs, Tatum doesn't have to feel weird in the friend group, and we don't have to be heartbroken because of our right person, wrong time situation.

I'm not sure when they started taking a more preventative approach to the whole thing, but now, whenever we have group plans, they make a point of spending some time with me before. Just as a reminder about how they actually feel, I think.

They still haven’t stopped by, which I’m trying to not stress about as I tear my closet apart. Stu’s parties are always crowded and low lit, so what I wear isn’t the biggest deal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.

After Billy and Stu left early this morning my entire family headed out so that my extended family could be dropped off at the airport. So now I have the house to myself, which is a good thing for when one gets ready.

I play my music as loud as I want while I take an extra long shower and take my time putting on a face mask. I’m being a little extra about my getting ready routine, but I’m taking advantage of the space and the free time.

Shrugging off my towel, I pull one of Stu’s old shirts over my head. I’ve had this one for awhile but it still smells like him. I shut off my music and throw open my closet door open.

I grab yesterday’s jeans off from the back of my desk chair. I had half a mind to wear them again tonight, but they’re a little over due for a wash. My fingers dig through the pockets as I approach my hamper. There’s no change, but there is a tube of chap stick in the front pocket and a tiny slip of paper in the back.

Unfolding the scrap paper, I fold the jeans over my bent arm. Good luck on your math test - Billy. I grin, thumb and pointer finger pinching the torn piece of paper a little too tightly.

This isn’t the first time I’ve found one of these notes, but each time is equally exciting. It started relatively recently, the appearance of tiny notes in places I’d never expect to find them. In between the pages of books, slipped into my pencil bag, tucked into my folder next to homework assignments, and sometimes directly written into my notebooks. And now, apparently, tucked into the pocket of my jeans.

The notes range in levels of sweetness, some of them motivational when I’m stressed over something, and others a little more flirty. The one I found before this one was about how pretty he thought I looked while walking to class. They’re all well loved, kept in a shoe box under my bed for me to re-read whenever I need a bit of a pick me up.

I go back to my closet, looking through my clothes to find something that looks like I’m in the party mood. If I’m being honest, after such a draining week, I think I’d rather stay home and watch some movies instead of being at a party where Stu and Billy are both going to be with their girlfriends. Normally, that’s not enough to get me out of the party mood, but that paired with how busy I’ve been this week doesn’t have me thrilled for this. At least Randy will be there.

Sighing, I start sorting through my clothes, trying to get myself into a party mood. I’m sure once I have an outfit I like and I fix my appearance, I’ll feel better about this.

I’ve just laid out a few outfit options on my bed when I hear a few familiar taps against the frame of my window. Tamping down a grin, I look up, not even bothering to look surprised. Billy and Stu are already pulling themselves into my room.

“You know, I do have a front door,” I mumble, straightening the skirt I just laid out on my bed.

Stu dramatically sigh, stomping into my room before flopping face first onto my bed. “That’s the hello we get?”

I roll my eyes. “I was just saying.” Stu props his head up on his elbow, looking up at me with criminally soft eyes. I drop my gaze, reaching for the top that he’s now wrinkling. “And you’re messing up my outfits.”

He watches me as I hold out the shirt. “You’re wearing that?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, ignoring his tone, “I have a few options, but I was thinking this with the dark green skirt.”

Stu rolls onto his back before reaching over for the skirt I’m talking about. He looks at it skeptically. “This skirt?”

“Yep.” Stu didn’t sound too thrilled. “Why? Do you think it doesn’t match? Because I was thinking about that.”

Billy pushes away from the wall he was leaning against. “It’s short, sweetheart.”

I look at him oddly. It’s not insanely short, I mean, I’ve worn shorter. “Not that short,” my eyes look over the fabric that Stu’s still holding, “My mom bought it for me. It’s fine.”

Stu drops his arm. “I’ve seen the way your mom dresses.”

“Are you slut shaming my mom right now?”

“No,” Stu begins lazily, “I’m just saying that that doesn’t mean the skirt’s not too short.”

I didn’t even want to wear this that badly before. “Too short? You guys aren’t my dad.”

“Well, considering what you call u--”

“Oh my god,” I cringe, throwing my shirt in Stu’s direction. The fabric lands against his face. Stu ignores me, pulling it off of him. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a skirt.”

“A skirt that’s going to have people looking at you.” Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I stare at anything but Billy as he approaches me. His hand clasps around my forearm, pulling me a tiny bit forward. “Looking at what’s ours.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the possessive undertones of the words didn’t make my face feel warm. The hypocrisy, though, almost immediately dismisses that. “So I have to be all okay with you two literally having girlfriends, but the line is drawn at me wearing a skirt you guys think is too short?” He squeezes my arm. “Maybe I want a little attention, it’s not like you guys can give me any tonight.”

Billy’s hold on me goes from casual to nearly painful. His knuckles turn white against my skin and I’m sure that if this goes on for any longer, there are going to be finger shaped bruises there. I meet Billy’s gaze. His eyes have darkened significantly.

“So that’s what the skirt’s about? You’re throwing a tantrum because you’re not getting enough attention?”

This is going downhill fast. I’m going to need to backtrack the hell out of this conversation. “No, I-I was just making a point. It’s a little bit of a double standard, you have to at least be able to admit that.” The lack of emotion in his expression turns my stomach. I force myself to hold his gaze. “It just sucks sometimes, going to these things and seeing you guys with your girlfriends, and then I feel bad about feeling like that because they’re my friends.”

“They’re not our girlfriends, they’re a situation,” Billy’s voice is harsher than it’s ever been while directed at me, “You’re our girlfriend.”

My eyes widen. Despite how close we’ve gotten, the actual ‘g’ and ‘b’ words have not been used. I know I’ve been tripping over myself to avoid calling either of them my boyfriend by accident. His hold hasn’t loosened, but I can’t help my grin. My head tilts to the side, eyes softening as I place a hand over his. “Girlfriend?”

Stu walks up to us. I don’t realize that he’s moving until I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Of course you are, you’re our girl.” He extends an arm, somewhat playfully pushing against Billy’s forearm. “Old Billy boy here wasn’t supposed to just say it like that. We’ve been planning it out, we were gonna ask.” Stu doesn’t release Billy’s arm, “It’s all Billy talks about, might wanna ease off on the love spells, he’s obsessed with you.” Stu squeezes my shoulder, running his thumb across the skin. “All day, it’s ‘you think Y/n’s okay?, Y/n’s hair looked so soft today, we should go see Y/n.’”

Billy throws a look in Stu’s direction, his grip on me loosening. I smile, “Really?”

“Fuck off,” Billy mumbles, shoving Stu. “He’s the one that’s whipped. Sometimes he misses the smell of your perfume.”

I grin despite their odd tension. It doesn’t take much for play fights to turn into something else, something I don’t understand because half of it is unspoken between them. But I love this.

“Okay,” I hum, probably a little too chipper as I step between them, “This is officially my favorite argument the two of you have had.”

They’re both starting to move over to a different world that’s just theirs. I step forward, pulling Billy into a hug. After a second, he reciprocates. I shift, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. “I think about you a lot, y’know.” He’s looking at me calmly, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think there might be the faintest tinge of color in his face.

“A lot,” he echoes, tone amused.

I grin, nodding once, “Yes, don’t make it a thing.” The way the corner of his mouth turns upwards tells me that he’d be happy to have me spend the rest of tonight unpacking what I mean by that. I tilt my head, looking at Stu, “And you.” Stu’s eyes widen slightly as he waits for me to continue, “Sometimes I miss the way you smell, too.”

Stu’s eyes narrow jokingly, eyes soft, “Really?”

“Why do you think I’m always wearing your shirts?”

He smiles, pulling Billy and I into a hug that thoroughly squishes me between them. Sometimes I wish everything could be as easy as it is in our little bubble.

“Okay,” I begin pointedly, playing up my annoyance, “Watch the hair, I’m still getting ready.” Before they can make anything of that comment, I continue, “Even though I’m my own person and I hate that thing where guys are all like ‘there’s no way you’re wearing that’, I guess there’s nothing wrong with taking into consideration how my boyfriends feel.” Saying that makes me so happy I can’t even bother to hide my grin. “How about a compromise--the jean skirt I wore last week and the top I threw at Stu earlier.”

With a dramatic sigh, Stu drops his forehead onto my shoulder. “You’re going to make tonight impossible.”

He’s exaggerating a little, which is fitting considering sometimes it feels like all it takes to get Stu going is a look that lasts a little too long paired with the tiniest bit of exposed skin. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Stu looks up at me, half glaring at me through hooded eyes. He lethargically smacks the top of my thigh, right where his t-shirt ends. It’s a testament to his easygoing mood, but I can’t help my dramatic gasp.

“What?” Sometimes I think Stu would be insufferable if his smile wasn’t so cute. “If you’re going to be mean, I’m going to be mean back.”

Okay, there’s a chance I am being a tiny bit mean. Did I pick the skirt that had Stu making up a super lame excuse during lunch just so he could get me into a supply closet for a makeout session I had to cut short? Maybe. Was it on purpose? ...I’d like to say no, but honestly, maybe.

“Alright,” Billy interjects, “I know that look in both of your eyes, and we don’t have time for that.”

He’s not wrong. I reluctantly pull away from both of them and go back to getting ready. We’ve fallen into a little bit of a routine. I go through my getting ready to go out routine, and they casually--or not so casually--look around my room. If that isn’t entertaining enough, they patiently follow me around.

It’s kinda cute. Especially if I decide to wear makeup and they ask about whatever it is I’m putting on my face. One of these days I’m going to have to let Stu put eyeliner on me.

By the time I’m almost done, Billy and Stu are still content with looking around my room. I have no idea what they find so interesting about my space, it’s not like it changes often enough to warrant their curiosity. But if it makes them happy to look through my bedside drawer and leaf through whatever notebook or book are left out on my desk, why stop them?

Now that I’m dressed and have given my appearance a once over in the mirror, I’m basically ready. All that I need to do is figure out how to get the clasp of this necklace to just...

“You okay?”

Billy’s sudden appearance at my side nearly makes the chain slip from my fingers. His steps are so quiet sometimes. Honestly, a little more practice and he could play a killer in a movie he’d love. “Yeah, there’s just something about putting necklaces on yourself that’s impossible.”

“Here,” he breathes, fingers barely grazing my neck as he takes the clasp from me. Billy turns the necklace as he steps behind me. He latches the clasp with surprisingly minimal effort. Instead of releasing me, he adjusts the necklace so that the charm sits perfectly centered. Billy leans towards me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Stu, who was previously looking at a framed picture of me at some birthday party when I was little, turns his attention towards us. “Aw, how domestic, you’re like an old, married couple.”

I turn just in time to catch Billy’s meant-to-be dismissive eye roll, but there’s the faintest touch of something else, something that might be a little flustered. It’s gone before I can be sure.

“We’re cute,” I agree, reaching for Billy’s hand to squeeze it once. “Okay, I’m ready, so you guys should go. I’ll show up in about half an hour, give people some time to get there so that nothing looks weird.”

Stu frowns, setting the picture frame back in place. “It’s not that suspicious, we’re friends, you’re punctual.”

I press my lips together. We have our rules in place for a reason, and talking about them too much makes me feel things I really don’t like feeling. “You know why I can’t.”

Billy must notice my shifting mood because he cups my face. “You’re forgetting something before kicking us out.” When I don’t respond right away, Billy kisses my cheek. “In case you needed a reminder.”

Of course. If there’s one thing Billy’s consistent about it’s our little traditions. At first, they were just excuses to be cheesy, especially when I was feeling a little insecure, but now, they’re more significant.

I tilt my head upwards, leaving a trail of kisses up his cheek. Stretching upwards, I then place a kiss on the tip of his nose. He then kisses my forehead. Our goodbye ritual.

“Hey, I’m leaving too.” The fact that I’m surprised that Stu is already within grabbing distance makes me a little too aware of how tired I am.

Pushing against the feeling that begs me to just stay here tonight, I beam at him. He lets me hug him. His hands find their way around my waist and I press kisses against his cheek until I’ve reached his nose. Stu tilts his head down to help me reach him. My body eases as he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Okay, you guys should go.” Shifting awkwardly and dropping my arms to my side, I tact on a half thought in hopes of making this easier on all of us, “Maybe some time alone will do me some good, help me get into the party mood.”

There’s a brief silence, and then Stu steps back, “See you later.”

“Yeah,” I say, a little flatly.

Billy’s eyes are trained on Stu, who just barely glances back. To anyone else, it’d come off as casual eye contact. A small feeling that’s little more than an itch at the back of my mind tells me that its the beginning of one of their exchanges. Or maybe I’m just on edge.

They approach the window, leaving like they always do.

----

Narrator’s POV

You never thought you’d want to kill Randy as badly as you do right now. One minute, the two of you are casually drinking, and he’s listening to a tipsy you summarize the plot of the latest show you’re invested in, and the next he’s trying to usher everyone into a game of 7 minutes in heaven.

You swore you weren’t playing, even when Randy started complaining. No one will go for it unless they think they have a chance with someone as hot as you. Your no stood firm, even when other people started sitting in front of Stu’s guest bathroom.

All you wanted to do was be an observer. To sit next to Randy and to ignore the weird looks Billy and Stu took turns sending you from across the room as you finished off your beer. Instead, you had to watch Stu’s spin land on Tatum, and you had to watch him walk with her to the bathroom with enthusiasm. Those 7 minutes had you getting up to grab another drink that you nearly downed before getting back to your seat.

That was what really set the night off. You had been pacing your drinks before then, wanting to keep the balance between being buzzed enough to be social and drinking enough to become messy. Stu stepping out of the closet with a grin and an arm around an uncharacteristically bashful Tatum pushed you right to that line. Billy ending up in the bathroom with Sidney next is what pushed you over it.

It’s ridiculous, no one can fully control where their spin lands, but it was all too coincidental. Too perfect.

And that’s how you ended up here. In a closet with Jonathan White from your second period. The same Jonathan White that’s always staring at your chest. You’re about two minutes into the most awkward small talk of your life while pretending to not notice his leering and clumsy, half thought out advances when the door opens.

There’s no way that 7 minutes are already up, but you’re too relieved to question it. The calm feeling settling in your chest quickly disappears when you look towards the doorway. Stu’s leaning against the wooden frame, eyes cooly locked on you.

“Dude.” Jonathan’s complaints die down at the back of his throat when Stu turns to look at him. You can’t fully see his expression, but despite how buzzed you are, you don’t miss his unexpected edge.

“It’s my house, dude.” Stu’s reaction isn’t harsh in the way you expect it to be. It’s the calmness of his voice that cuts straight through you. “I can do whatever I want in my house, and you’re not going to stop me.”

You’re not convinced Stu’s talking about his house. “Stu.” You have to bite your tongue to avoid blurting out that nothing was going on. Why should you clear the air? You and Jonathan were far apart, which is more than you can say about him and Tatum. “You’re drunk.”

Stu ignores the touch of warning in your voice. He doesn’t even let himself look in your direction. It’s the only thing he can think to do to associate his anger with someone that isn’t you.

“Whatever,” you breathe, deciding that the best thing you can do to diffuse the tension is to remove yourself from the situation, “I’m getting another drink.”

You skirt past them, practically holding your breath until you’re fully out of the bathroom. No one’s sitting in that lopsided circle anymore. Whatever happened in those few minutes you were in the closet must have killed the mood just enough to end the game. Oh, well, you can’t say you’re too torn up about it.

The alcohol isn’t settling in your stomach as comfortably as you’d like, but you meant what you said. You’re getting another drink. Maybe that will make you feel less like you’re balancing on the edge of a knife.

You walk into the kitchen, frowning when you realize that the big cooler’s empty. It’s probably a sign from the universe to quit while you’re ahead, but you choose to ignore it. Instead of going back to the party and finding either Randy or one of the few familiar faces from some of your classes, you decide to go to Stu’s garage. You know for a fact he keeps extra beer in there.

You step into the space, shutting the door behind you. The separation from the party is refreshing. A part of you regrets coming. Parties suck when you’re not in the specific mood for them. Why are you even here? To sit outside and listen to music that’s too loud while Billy and Stu hook up with their actual girlfriends while you down beer? You don’t even like beer that much.

An idea latches itself onto your mind. You could leave. You could go home, change into pajamas, and pass out in bed. Sure, Billy and Stu wouldn’t be happy with it, especially considering the looks they gave you during spin the bottle, but you’re not happy with them. And why should you stick around in a setting you’re not in the mood for when they’ve been actively ignoring you since you got here? Obviously, they can’t get away with being all lovey dovey, but they could treat you like a friend. Or at the very least, not keep Sidney and Tatum away from you like you’re the plague.

Besides, all you’re going to do is go home and go to bed. If that makes them mad, then that’s their issue. Especially since they want to act all cute when they’re in your room, claim that you’re their actual girlfriend, and then treat you like you’re repulsive in public.

You’re interrupted from your fantasies of just walking out the front door by the sound of the garage door creaking open. You snap your gaze towards it and fight the urge to roll your eyes when you see that it’s Stu. You’re annoyed and tipsy, but still sober enough to know that the last thing you want to do is add any additional fuel to the fire.

He walks towards the refrigerator without looking at you. The silence is starting to get to you as Stu opens the fridge. After a second of him looking around in there, Stu turns towards you. He’s holding your favorite drink. Wordlessly, he twists the cap off before extending an arm.

You blink once, slowly moving your hand to accept his offer. “I didn’t see these.”

Stu casually shrugs, shutting the fridge behind him. “Got them for you, Billy hid them in the back so no one else would grab them. Guess he forgot to tell you.

The ‘forgot’ nearly makes you scoff. They both purposefully ignored you when you first got here and waved at them, and they’ve only looked at you to make you uncomfortable since. But you can’t say that right now. You’re tired and probably more drunk than him. Starting a fight isn’t something you can afford right now.

“Oh,” you mumble, “Thanks.” You bring the drink to your lips, taking a slow sip. “Think I’m gonna go after this.”

“Go?” Something flickers behinds Stu’s expression. “I thought you were staying over.”

A sarcastic comment rises up your throat. After the way they’ve been acting, there’s no way he can think that your ideal ending of tonight is crawling into bed with them. Any bite in you dies down the second you meet his gaze. There’s no way to describe it. Unfeeling.

“I uh-” You tilt your head, playing into your inebriated state. You shift back, which is all the excuse Stu needs to take two steps forward, practically caging you between him and a wall. “I had a little too much to drink and I’m not feeling great. I don’t think I’ll be a lot of fun, I just need to pass out in a dark room before everything starts spinning.”

He doesn’t look convinced or angry or anything. There’s something eerie about the cold indifference he’s radiating. “You wouldn’t lie to me, right, sweetheart?”

You let your eyes drop to the glass bottle in your hand. You take a quick sip. “Was gonna ask you the same thing.” The mumble escapes you before you can think through your slurred words.

Stu takes a step forward. You squeeze the bottle between your fingers a little tighter to avoid shrinking back. “What was that?”

You look up just in time to see Stu tilt his head in order to regard you a little more cautiously. The last time you had a sub in your science class, they played a video about the structure of a predator’s mind and how they prepare to catch their prey. The way Stu’s eyes darken sends you straight back to that classroom.

You can’t tell if the heat that rushes to your face is a tang of fear or something else. Or maybe it’s an uneasy combination of both.

The door squeaks open again. Your head snaps in that direction, but Stu doesn’t look away. He doesn’t even bother putting a less conspicuous amount of space between you.

“You two okay back here?” You let out a breath. It’s just Billy.

“All good,” you manage just as Stu says, “She wants to go.”

You keep your eyes focused on Billy, not wanting to think about Stu that way again. “I’m not feeling great and I’m tired.” The defense is weak, made even more pathetic by the slight pout of your lips. “Plus it’s not like you guys would notice anyway.”

“What?” Billy’s question is oddly gentle.

The whiplash that gives you is nearly enough to make you drop the glass in your hand. You shut your eyes for a second, resting your head against the wall. Everything’s starting to feel a little too fuzzy. “You know what I’m talking about. At my house, it’s all talk about liking me, calling me your girlfriend, and then I get here and you don’t even want to be friends with me.” The blow up doesn’t make you feel better. The room is full on spinning now, you lean completely against the wall so that it can support your weight. Ugh, you know you won’t be able to handle their reaction. “’M tired, and I-I’m feeling weird. I think I should go to bed.”

The quiet that follows has you fighting to not push past both of them in order to get to a bathroom. It’s shattered by Stu’s humorless laugh. His breath is hot against your jaw and it’s too much. “Aw,” he hums, his tone so sweet it circles right back to bitter, “She’s jealous, isn’t that cute?”

You squint your eyes open. “Shut up.”

“Why?” Billy asks, stepping further into the room, “He’s right. You think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me and Sid when we came out of the bathroom?”

You sigh indignantly. “I’m too tired for this.”

“But you weren’t too tired to be all over Randy or Jonathan White?”

Your glare turns into something meek once you see the way Stu’s looking at you. “I wasn’t all over Randy, he was just the only person that was talking to me tonight because of you two. Neither of you even said hi to me and every time I tried talking to Sidney and Tatum, you’d come by and take them away.” The thought of Jonathan makes you sick all over again. “And I was nowhere near Jonathan White, and I’d never be willingly. He’s a total perv, and he made Shannon Walton cry before class the other day. And Shannon Walton’s the nicest, she always has gum and gives everyone her notes if they’re absent.”

Stu doesn’t ease. “Don’t change the subject, you didn’t need to play.”

“You didn’t either,” you counter, “And I-I wasn’t even playing at first. I was just gonna sit in the room so I could keep talking to Randy, and then you two--”

“So you only played because you were jealous.” Billy’s voice has taken on an edge that you don’t like. He continues, walking towards you with even, practically bored steps. “That’s not very nice of you.”

They haven’t been very nice either, you think bitterly. “You started it.”

The childish defense leaves the corner of Billy’s mouth turning upwards. “I’m not all over you for for 5 minutes and you get like this.”

The dismissal makes your face feel warm. “Maybe we should give her a break.” The mocking in Stu’s tone strikes a nerve. “She’s just jealous.” You draw your eyebrows together, and Stu grins meanly. “You’re lucky green’s a pretty color on you, babe.”

Chagrin fuels your reaction as you burst out a too confident, “’M not jealous.”

Stu’s laugh is harsh, “You’re not?”

Pushing down your instincts, you tilt your chin up a fraction of an inch in order to hold your ground. “Can’t be jealous because I know you two are mine.”

At that, they both seem to still. You hold Stu’s stare until you no longer feel like you’re the one that’s trapped. The confidence is likely in your head and a byproduct of all you’ve had to drink, but it gives you the assurance you need to straighten your spine. Stu angles his head to the side and you’re not sure if it’s a good sign or not. To not panic, you extend your arms, resting them around his neck. The nails of the hand that isn’t holding the bottle trail down his neck.

You can’t back out now. The way he’s looking at you changes. You can’t interpret his expression, which only puts you on edge more. He wants to be quiet, to dismiss you in one final, petty jab, but the more your nails dig into sensitive skin, the more he struggles. The nail thing’s a habit you developed after realizing how much it affects him.

“Watch the nails, sweetheart.” It’s meant to seem like a warning, but it slips out of him a little too low. He’s overcompensating to cover for what was almost a whine.

You blink up at him through your eyelashes with maliciously soft eyes. “Starting to hurt?” He’s quiet, you scratch at his skin, hard enough to leave the kind of red marks that disappear almost as soon as they appear.

“This attitude’s cute, but don’t push it.”

Everything from tonight hits you all at once as you tilt your head innocently. “Or what?”

Billy knew that you were treading on ice so thin that even Stu couldn’t see the cracks since before you got here. That one comment you made before they left your place had been harder to deal with than Billy would ever admit. Stu pretended that he was fine with it, that he didn’t feel the strain of panic that comes from feeling like they need you more than you need them. And then you showed up here, as pretty as ever, and basically fine when they started ignoring you. And now this.

It’s a slippery slope. The line between the amount of attitude that gets Stu going and the amount of attitude that pushes him towards something he can’t control is thin.

Billy steals the bottle from your hand and leans forward, grabbing your jaw with his free hand and pulling you into a kiss. It’s so sudden it takes you a second to relax into it. Once you finally do, a small sound escapes you. Billy deepens the kiss with no warning. You clumsily follow his lead despite how much they’ve annoyed you tonight.

He pulls away quickly once he’s sure that the energy in the room has been redirected, resting his forehead against yours. You don’t get the chance to recover. You’re still panting when Stu’s hand finds its way into the roots of your hair. He yanks on it, forcing you towards him.

Stu’s kiss is hard and disorientating. You know that he has a way of being all consuming when he wants to be, but this is something else. You can’t take a full breath, but Stu doesn’t care. He doesn’t let you go until he’s done, and even then he takes his time releasing you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

You’re dizzy and somehow even drunker than before. You reach for Stu unsteadily. He looks you over slowly. “You get her in bed and I’ll figure out how to start kicking people out.”

Billy places an arm around your waist. His lack of protest surprises you slightly, but you’re not complaining about it. You need his help, and Billy knows it. That, paired with the fact that this is the only time he has an excuse to publicly hold onto you, makes him love when nights end like this.

He always has an excuse ready in case Sid or someone else notices. Y/n can’t handle her alcohol and she’d kill all of us if we let her go home like this. She’s gonna sleep it off in Stu’s room for a little. It’s basically true, and it also gives Billy the excuse to linger around you. There are a lot of people that’d take advantage of your situation. Sid can’t be mad at that, if anything, she’d be mad at him for knowing how vulnerable you were and not doing anything.

Billy leads you into Stu’s room, abandoning your last drink on the first surface he finds. He sits you down on the edge of Stu’s bed before opening one of Stu’s drawers. “Here,” he tosses one of Stu’s T-shirts towards you, “You got it or you need help?”

Shutting the drawer, Billy turns back to you. You’re laying down now, not even under the sheets. “You can’t fall asleep like that.”

“Mhm,” you mumble, face half buried into your mattress.

With a sigh, Billy walks towards you. He grabs your arm, pulling on you until you’re finally sitting. With a bit of prompting, you stand. Billy watches you struggle for a second before sighing. He keeps you steady as you get out of your clothes and pulls Stu’s T-shirt over your head.

You’re too tired to care about the fact that you’re supposed to be mad at him. “Bed now?”

Billy cups your cheek, his thumb soothingly brushing against your skin. “Last time I let you pass out before washing your face, you made me promise to never let it happen again.”

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You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when an unexpected pressure stirs you awake. Ignoring the feeling, you try rolling over in order to pull the covers up to your neck. Something doesn’t let you.

“You’re up,” Stu whispers against your hair, “You’re up, you’re okay.”

Twisting so that you’re flat on your black, you squint your eyes open. It’s still dark, so you know it’s still night time. You don’t remember exactly how you got here, but you know that you were comfortable. You also only vaguely remember the weirdness and your anger from earlier. 7 minutes in heaven thanks to Randy, a bit of confrontation in the garage. It feels less important now.

Smiling, you slowly extend your until your knuckles are brushing against his cheek. “What time is it?”

“Late,” Stu answers.

“Then wh--”

“Need my goodnight kisses,” he breathes, pressing a few, quick kisses to your temple.

You smile, “Thought you were mad a--”

Stu’s fingers squeeze your hips. “Don’t want to talk about that.” If you were less drowsy, you might have jumped a little. “I just want to go to sleep.”

Nodding you reach for him a little steadier now. Stu relents, leaning into you as you start to kiss his cheek.

Billy’s hand finds your waist just as you start relaxing again. “What about me?”

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tarousbaby · 7 months

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ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

masterlist <3

sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

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satoruxx · 10 months

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congrats on 200 followers!!

im thinking of hsr blade + reader who keeps throwing him corny science-y pickup lines :3

examples:

"if i had to choose between DNA and RNA, i'd choose RNA because it has U in it"

"are you an arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis? because you make me feel weak in the knees"

(inspired by @/nathan_fang_'s science rizz on ig, theyre absolute gold)

pairing: blade x reader | 1.3k+ words summary: all fluff and crack, just a teensy tiny bit suggestive at the end but it's harmless, blade is TIRED, classic sunshine x grump trope bc we all secretly love it hehe a/n: AHHHH hello anon! this was so much fun to write omg !! blade is such a grump i love him. i don't know if i did him justice though lol. i really wanna pull for him but i spent all my savings on luocha sobs. anyways thank you thank you for your support and i hope you enjoy this <33

blade didn't mind working in pairs. normally, he worked well with the teammates he had. following kafka's plans usually ended with a success, and even as irritating as silver wolf could be, she had enough knowledge in her brain to get them out of sticky situations. he definitely didn't mind working with either of them.

you on the other hand, blade was unsure of. ok yes, in your defense, he knew that you were quite intelligent. you were well-versed in the lifestyles of many different galaxies, and you were the type of person who liked to research as much as you could before you stepped foot on a new planet. so the first day blade met you, he did truly believe you were a mature, all-knowing researcher joining the stellaron hunters.

that was before, though. while you still did come off as all-knowing, he now knew you were far from mature.

"will you please quit it?"

you grin cheekily, watching him pace back and forth in front of the locked door you both were hiding behind, on the look out for guards. his red eyes dart back and forth between the door and you as you sit at one of the computers, extracting some files for the mission.

"i'm just saying you could try to smile more, blade."

he scoffs, eyes lingering on you and your annoying grin for a second longer. "nothing to smile about in my life."

you snort, shaking your head as you absentmindedly tap at the screen. "well that's dramatic. you just need something to make you laugh."

"I don't see any funny people around here." he sneers, eyes narrowed as he shoots you a sarcastic grin. you place your hand on your heart in mock offense.

"i'll have you know i am very funny!" you say defensively, shooting him a glare. blade only raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"sure thing. because everything you've ever said has got me positively giggling. now will you shut up and work faster so we can get out of here?"

a mirthless smile graces your face as you narrow your eyes at him in retaliation. "you just have no sense of humor." you mutter, turning back to the screen. blade rolls his eyes before resuming his lookout, though his gaze does wander back to you more times than he cares to admit. the room is silent save for the occasional clicks of the software you were accessing, and for a second blade thinks he misses the sound of your talking, but he pushes that thought aside.

you somehow seem to pick up on it though, because you speak up again. "hey blade?"

"what?"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis?"

he can't see your face with your back turned to him, and he seems to think you're seriously asking him a question, because he frowns and begins to speak. "are you stupid? do you mean to say do i have rheumatoid arthritis? because, you know that i do not-"

"because you make me feel weak in the knees!"

there's a tense silence as he stares at you, his brain trying to process what you just said. when it clicks his lips curl into a sneer and he groans.

"aeons, will you please shut up? you are so stupid why am i stuck here-"

"hey blade, if you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive!"

his clicks his tongue as you giggle, finally standing up and making your way over to him after downloading all the data you needed. you peer at him mischievously, eyes scanning over his sour expression. "what, not even a smile? tough crowd."

he scoffs, opening the door and ushering you out in front of him so that he can keep an eye on you. "what, that was your strategy? stupid nerdy pick up lines? try harder."

"you're underestimating my resolve, bladie. i will get you."

he hums absentmindedly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at you as he peers down halls for any enemies before sending you the signal to keep walking.

you clear your throat, and he sighs as you begin your inane antics once more. "you must be a good benzene ring because you are so aromatic!"

"stop it right now."

"you must be made of uranium and iodine, because i can see U and I together!"

he pauses, eyes narrowing as a weird tumble occurs in his chest. he glares down at you from the corner of his eyes, trying his best not to dwell on it because aeons above you were just being stupid. he hears you laugh under your breath, and he's about to scold you once more before he hears voices approaching.

"shut up. guards." he orders quietly, pulling your arm back so that you're now hiding behind the wall with him. he watches them carefully, scarlet eyes scanning for any sudden movements as he keeps you behind him. suddenly he feels your finger poke at his bicep as you whisper:

"are you a carbon sample? because i really wanna date you!"

blade feels his face grow hot as he glares at you angrily. he immediately turns around and presses a bandaged hand over your mouth, leaning in close to hiss at you. "you idiot. didn't i say shut up? they're right there!"

you reach up to pull his hand away from your face, though your fingers continue to hold his as you give him another cheeky smile.

"ooh," you whisper dramatically, grinning at his close proximity. "are you a heart arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat!"

blade's eyes dart all over your face, and he ignores the way that it feels like his brain is short-circuiting since it's probably just because of how reckless you're being. instead he just opts for rolling his eyes and clamping his hand back over your mouth. you let him this time, though he can still tell you're smiling by the way your eyes crinkle.

as soon as the coast is clear, he's leading you back to the ship without a word. the entire way there, you continue to drop more of your stupid lines, and he only gives you annoyed groans in response.

by the time you both are safely back, he's had enough of you.

"-you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine!" you giggle, and blade's eye twitches once before he's turning around and getting in your face once more. his eyes bore into yours as he smirks.

"oh yeah? if i was an enzyme, i'd be dna helicase, just so that i could unzip your genes." he says, keeping his voice even as he stares at you.

your jaw drops, face heating up at the unexpected turn of events as you stumble over a response. "w-wait, you-!"

"what? you've been yapping my ear off about how great our chemistry is. don't you think we should do some biology together too?" he smirks, red eyes lighting up as he takes in your flustered expression.

"well that's not what i-!" you pause, breath hitching as he leans closer and brushes a strand of loose hair out of your eyes. he chuckles under his breath, peering at you through his bangs.

"damn. you must be an alkali metal. one touch and already highly reactive, huh?"

"blade!" you hiss, eyes darting away from him and he finally relents, pulling back to watch you with an amused grin. you clear your throat, almost like you know how caught off guard you look. "i have to go...report to kakfa."

he bites back a grin, watching you leave through the dark strands of his hair. so flustered that you didn't even realize that in the end you did get him to smile? how amusing.

he laughs quietly to himself, shaking his head. maybe, just maybe, he could try to ask elio to make you his partner permanently.

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weird-an · 1 year

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Mrs. Richardson is one of these teachers that stare at Billy with a thoughtful look and ask him to stay after class to talk about his potential.

Billy brings home straight As, because failure gets punished with a belt and a tirade of insults Billy sometimes dreams about. Mrs. Richardson already sees him at an Ivy League school, ignoring how he owns like four shirts and fixed her husband's car at the garage just last week.

"What do you wanna do when you're 30?" She asks him. "If you could do anything with your life?"

Billy blinks. He doesn't think, he'll make it to 30. But he can't tell her that or she'll dig deeper and who knows what sad excuse of a town Neil finds - that might be worse than Hawkins.

"An apartment and a job that pays enough." is what he settles for.

She frowns at him. "What kind of job?"

"Whatever." Billy shrugs and he knows he should make up a stupid lie about how he's interested in tech or whatever shit, but he can't. He turns fucking 18 tomorrow and he won't get out of here, because Neil takes his paycheck whenever Billy gets it.

"I like working at the garage," he offers carefully.

She sighs. "I think you could go to college."

She hands him a bunch of flyers Billy throw away at home and starts a whole monologue about scholarships for kids that aren't well off. Billy chews on his bubble gum and pretends to listen while wondering if he should hide his next paycheck in a can of pringles.

After a few minutes, he's dismissed with a "Think about it! You're a really good student."

Harrington leans against the lockers, obviously waiting for him and stares at him with his big brown eyes reminding Billy of toffee. Billy isn't in the mood to fool around today. But he's kinda scared that Harrington will lose interest as soon as a busty girl hits on him, so he can't really afford to leave it be. Billy gives him a tiny nod. Their ... well, not so secret sign, but no one is around to see it anyways.

They drive to the quarry separately, like they always do when Harrington's parents are at home and they have to swap his waterbed against the backseat of their cars.

Billy is faster. Because Harrington is a pussy and sticks to the speed limit. Billy's halfway through his cigarette when Harrington slides on the passenger's seat next to him.

"What did Mrs. Richardson want from you?" He sounds genuinely interested. Harrington is good in getting what he wants. Tells Billy he's hot and good in bed to keep him in mood. Gives compliments without sounding dishonest. Billy eats it all up. Sweetener that tastes like sugar.

"She asked me what I wanna do when I'm 30." Billy watches the faint orange glint of his dying cigarette.

"And what do you want?" Harrington's gaze presses Billy a bit harder down in his seat.

Billy opens his mouth to tell Harrington the same stuff he told her, but instead he hears himself say "To not be dead and maybe even fucking happy."

Well. There goes the chance of getting fucked until he forgets about birthdays of any kind.

Harrington's hand is a bit cold against his own. His thumb presses against Billy's wrist.

"I'll never get out of here," Billy chokes out and the ash from his cig falls on his jeans. "He's... he's going to fucking kill me."

It's so overwhelming. It's like the end is already written and no matter what book Billy grabs, it's always the same shit on the pages.

One day Neil will get too drunk and Billy will die. One day Neil will get his gun and Billy will die. One day Neil won't do anything and Billy will die.

Billy doesn't want to die. He wants to fucking live and he can't. Not here in fucking Indiana.

"I'm moving out," Harrington says slowly. "Next month."

Billy blinks the tears away and wonders what the fuck Harrington is talking about.

"There's only one bed...," Harrington's voice is unsure, like he's afraid of... Billy's answer? "You would be welcome any time."

Billy stares at Steve and sees the same tears Billy tries not to cry in his eyes. What the fuck is Harrington on about?

"I want you to be fucking happy, too." Steve rubs his nose. "I... could get a second key."

"What about ... if you're like... hanging out with a chick?" Billy asks, surprised that he only sounds half as strangled as he feels.

Steve laughs wetly. "You're the only one I'm seeing."

Billy flicks the cigarette out of the window. He's only doing what all his instincts tell him to do. He cups Steve's face and his heart beats way too fast.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Harrington." He wouldn't survive that. To be offered a… way out and its all turning out to be a joke.

"It's Steve," Steve corrects and buries his hand in Billy's hair.

He isn't sure who is kissing who first, but they are kissing and crying and sobbing all at once.

"So will you come over?" Steve asks, a bit breathless.

"Until you kick me out," Billy says.

Maybe Billy will turn 30. Maybe he's got a real chance - a chance that walked into his life dressed like a preppy asshole, but Billy never had a good taste in men.

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Hi! Saw you in need of some fluff, and I gotchu :)

Imagine Miguel who stress bakes. Like a good half of the baked goods in the cafeteria are made by him. And he’s just so weirdly good at it that there’s a noticeable difference between some of the baked foods. But then imagine reader, who’s also a stress baker, finding him in the kitchen with flour in his hair, cocoa smudges on his apron, and with a bowl that looks tiny in his hands scrambling eggs. Those two are a power duo. Now all the baked goods are literally “sold out” everyday, and no one knows still who tf is making them bc holy crap gimme the recipe-

But it’s sweet bc the reader gets to see how Miguel unwinds and just relaxes into the baking role, and how they can move around each other so flawlessly around the kitchen. Anyways some nights end in too many baked goods, and some with more than enough flour and sugar spilled to make an entire kitchen cry.

Hope you feel better!!! :3

@nekoglasses thank you so much for your idea this is soooooo—

gn!reader × miguel o'hara (fluff)

you've made it your habit to go into the kitchen of the cafeteria after a particularly stressful and incredibly long day.

you knew no one would be inside around that time because, well, it's 1 in the morning and all the spiders usually go back to their home dimensions by 11 maximum.

so you let yourself in like you normally do, but you notice that the lights are switched on, and there is a gentle melody playing.

a familiar, smooth voice hums along the lyrics, you see his frame and you're unsure what he's doing this late at night. And...here. out of all places.

The lack of Miguel's spider senses really served you right now, because you couldn't stop looking at him.

He'd taken off his suit and was wearing his casual attire. Grey pants and that white high collared shirt with the thumb holes, but over them, he wore a red apron, with blue text reading 'Kiss the Spider' on it.

He held a bowl that looked entirely too small in his large palms, but you knew if you held it, you wouldn't be able to hold it with just one hand like he was.

He was whisking something, looking a bit too concentrated. There were other bowls with the same substance he's been whisking sitting on the white counter, along with trays.

You've never seen him so relaxed before. He seemed so into it that you didn't dare disturb him.

But he spotted you.

Frozen, he stopped whisking, the calm look on his otherwise always stoic face began turning into an embaressed one.

"So, those really good Tres Leches cakes that showed up out of nowhere were all you?" You tease, picking up an apron from the nearby hanger. Miguel grumbles, but he nods.

"I'm assuming the cinnamon rolls they serve from time to time are your recipe."

Not that long ago, mysterious baked goods began appearing in the kitchen, left to be freshly served the next day. No one really knew who was baking them but you knew for sure that some of those items did not belong to you.

And now you knew.

"I'm making Pan Dulce. Want to help?"

You smile at him, and get to it almost immediately.

This becomes your little routine after a while, baking with Miguel at 2 AM after everyone was gone. It was almost natural how you acted in the kitchen together, completing each other.

It felt domestic. To both of you.

And it made you see a different side of him, a side you didn't know he had.

"There is flour on your face."

"What are you talking about—" A fistful of flour hurled at him, covering his handsome face with the white substance. He'd open his eyes to see you laughing and he can't help but bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

"Oh, you're going to get it for that."

You two ran around the kitchen for 15 minutes having a flour fight. Loud, almost childish laughter filling the room.

"Okay, Okay, stop, you win!" His hands are on your waist when he catchs you, and he hoists you up on the counter to avoid any attempts at pranks on his expense.

Still giggling, you'd put your hand on his cheeks and clean him up with the kitchen towel nearby. He'd surprisingly stand still, skin heating up under your touch.

When you're done, you leave a kiss on his cheek, "Kiss the Spider, right?"

He'd move away just to avoid you seeing him all flustered, grumbling about how shameless you are.

But if he could, he'd wear this apron all the time, just to get another kiss.

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ssa-montgomery · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon Smutty Alphabet

A/N: I've seen a few of these floating around and I thought I'd do one based on the version of Daryl I tend to write in my fics! This is just my take on the character and the things I think he would be into and I guess a little bit of an insight into what you can expect to see in my fics! Please come talk to me if you want to discuss some of these headcanons more I love talking about Daryl! (If I mention anything here that you would like to see in a future fic feel free to shoot me an ask!)

Aftercare (what they're like after sex): Daryl is definitely huge on aftercare. In the early days, he's maybe more reserved, still unsure about that level of intimacy or physical touch even after sex but he grows to crave the reassurance the aftercare brings even more than you. He loves to hold you in his arms and cuddle you, making sure that you really are real and not going anyway and he'll whisper the sweetest things in your ear to soothe you. After particularly taxing sessions he'll even take a shower with you or carry you to bed. He also loves when you play with his hair afterwards.

Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's): Daryl definitely struggles with his body image and at times struggles to understand what you see in him but you help him grow to love his body more. If he had to pick a favourite body part of his he'd probably say his hands because of how good he's able to make you feel with them and how much he loves it when you absentmindedly play with his hands. He also likes his arms, he loves being able to make you feel safe when he holds you in them and how much it riles you up when you see the muscles there.

When it comes to his favourite body part of yours it's hard for him to pick just one. He loves every inch of you but I'm a firm believer that Daryl Dixon is also a thigh man. He loves running his hands up and down your thighs and the way they feel wrapped around his head. He also loves your eyes. He's not always big on eye contact and sometimes he feels nervous from how much love he sees expressed in your eyes but he could get lost in them for hours.

Cum (anything to do with cum basically): Daryl definitely has a breeding kink so he's happy to cum inside you every damn time. He loves to make a mess of you too, the visual of you covered in his cum definitely turns him on like crazy. When you go down on him he loves it when you swallow it but sometimes he will pull you off him just to cum on your face. He'll always help you clean up afterwards of course.

Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Daryl's not exactly a man of many words but when he does open up about his secrets and what he wants from you he's pretty blunt about it so I wouldn't say he has many dirty secrets that he hides from you. Before the two of you get together just how often he gets off to the thought of you is definitely a dirty secret of his.

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?): Daryl's not massively experienced. Sure he's had a couple of hookups over the years mainly due to pressure from Merle and his friends but it's not a lot of experience with most of them being messy, drunk hookups. But that in no way means he doesn't know what he's doing. He's a fast learner and a trained hunter who's always relied on analysing every noise and movement so he quickly picks up on what you like the most and what you don't.

Favourite Position (this goes without saying): Daryl's position is probably just the basic missionary, he loves being able to see your face and every tiny reaction to everything he does. He loves being able to see and play with your breasts too. He's definitely a fan of cowgirl too when you want to take over a bit more and he loves holding your thighs or waist while you ride him. When he needs things rougher or needs a release for his anger he'll sometimes favour doggy style more where he can grab your hair easier or push you against the mattress.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc.): Daryl in every aspect of his life is definitely more serious but he has his humorous moments in the bedroom. His sarcastic comments tend to catch you more off guard and he takes pride in being able to make you laugh too while he makes you feel good.

Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes etc.): Part of what attracts you to Daryl is his shaggy and rugged appearance so you sort of know what you're getting yourself into with how well groomed he is. It's definitely not wildly out of control, he'll shave and keep himself trimmed when he can but when you're outside of the main settlements like Alexandria or Hilltop it's certainly not a priority for him. He would never expect you to be shaved for him either, it's the apocalypse after all and you both have bigger issues to deal with.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...): It surprised you at first just how intimate Daryl can be. When you have the time and are more settled in a community he'll take the time to set the mood and might even scavenge a few candles for lighting because he wants to treat you right. He loves to call you romantic cute nicknames too. How he is during the moment definitely varies on the timing, the mood you're both in and if you're exploring your kinks but he'll always put you first.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon): For a long time sexual frustration was one of the last things on Daryl's mind while he fought for survival but once he meets you that definitely changes. He wouldn't jerk off more than the average person but for someone who's out of practice, it definitely feels like a lot to him, especially with how frustrated he gets every time he's around you. He just can't help himself when he sees you in the cute little outfits you pick up in Alexandria and it drives him crazy.

Kink (one or more of their kinks): Daryl definitely has a list of kinks. As already mentioned he has a breeding kink, a possessive and sort of ownership kink, - he's not against marking you up for everyone to see to make it very clear who you belong to - a domination kink for sure, both praise and degradation kinks, public sex kink, choking, edging, spanking, daddy kink really I could keep going with these.

Location (favourite places to do the do): At the end of the world where you never know where you'll be sleeping next you can't really be picky when it comes to location. Of course, Daryl would prefer the safety of a house a bed (or shower, or couch or kitchen table or- you get the point) but you make do with whatever you have. Daryl has always loved nature and being out in the woods so he's definitely not against some outdoor sex too.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Is saying you too much of a general answer? Because he is willing to admit that the simplest things you do turn him on. The way you bat your lashes at him when you want something or even just the way you lean forward to grab something, giving him the perfect view of the curve of your ass. He loves seeing you in sexy outfits and if he can see the way the material clings to your curves or the sight of your cleavage? He's done for.

No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs): Daryl's all for rough sex, degradation and dirty talk, even impact play or bondage but he'd never do anything that would genuinely leave you hurt or upset. Everything he does has your best interests at your heart and if he in any way thought you were sub-dropping or becoming genuinely upset he would drop everything immediately. He'd never leave you without the proper aftercare or reassurance that you were alright.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): This man eats pussy like a starved animal whose life goddamn depends on it. He puts everything he has into it and you can guarantee you are coming at least twice most times. He is so damn skilled and he puts his tongue to good use. He will get just as much pleasure as you out of it too. While he's going down on you he will rut his hips against the bed if he's lying down and you've even caught him touching himself during it too. He has absolutely come untouched while eating you out before.

He of course loves receiving too even if his preference is to give. He loves the sight of you on your knees for him while you take everything you can. He'll brush your hair out of your face and make you meet his eyes so he can watch the tears prick up in your eyes. Even if he won't admit it he absolutely gets off on the sound of you gagging on him when you take him further than you can handle.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): It's hard to say that Daryl is just one, and he can tend to be a mix of both. If he's really missed you and the two of you know you have plenty of time he'll take it slow and gentle with you but other times even if he takes it slowly he'll go rough, slow deep thrusting that snap against your hips. When he's more worked up he'll go fast. Sometimes so fast you can barely keep up with him or catch your breath with how quickly and roughly he's fucking you.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): If he can Daryl likes to take his time with you, work up and tease you rather than just a quick fuck but he is absolutely not against quickies. A lot of the time it's really the only option you have whether it's because of the risky location, the threat of being caught or the need to go out on the road again and he's never going to say no to the catch to have sex with you.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks etc.): Daryl won't take risks that will put you in real, direct danger but boy is he game to experiment with just about everything. He'll try pretty much anything once and he doesn't mind the risk of it not working out. Any new idea or kink you bring to him he will absolutely try with you. After all, he likes to act on his breeding kink which brings a whole new risk of its own.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Daryl's older than you but he certainly doesn't let that stop him in any way. Years on the road, constantly moving, running, hunting all of it has kept his stamina high and he can go for as long as he needs to make sure you get everything you need first. He'll definitely go for a couple of rounds, making you orgasm multiple times in one night. Even if the last three rounds are just him eating you out.

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Toys aren't exactly common in the apocalypse but the two of you have definitely owned a few. Daryl's not against using them in the bedroom at all and knows they help make you feel good which is always his priority. He has a few toys like ropes or blindfolds that he'll use on you but he also has a vibrator and a dildo or two. He even picks out a dildo that matches his size for you when he's away. He doesn't use toys on himself and they're entirely his thing but he's not against the feeling of the vibrator on his cock when he uses it on you while he fucks you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease): Daryl is all about giving you all the pleasure in the world but boy do you have to work for it sometimes. Especially if you've been a brat or have been teasing him first. He'll hold you down or tie you up and won't so much as touch you until you're in tears begging him for it. He loves working you up and teasing you until you can't take it anymore. Of course, sometimes all it takes is a simple please from you and he'll cave and give you everything you want.

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): In day-to-day life, Daryl's notoriously not the biggest talker but that definitely changes in the bedroom. He'll give you all the dirty talk but he's not overly loud, most of the time choosing to lean right against your ear while he whispers or uses that low gravelly voice you love. When it comes to the sounds he makes he can definitely be more animalistic. He'll grunt, groan and downright growl into your ear while he fucks you. When he truly starts to lose control of himself he'll start to moan more and occasionally when you're making him feel really good you might even hear the occasional whimper.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Daryl absolutely has a submissive side that he rarely lets out. It's not so much a secret but it takes a lot for him to open up and show that side of himself to someone after all the pain he's been through so it's only on rare occasions that he'll fall to your feet and practically beg you to take care of him. He loves being called your good boy and the praise and comfort you bring to him while he can turn that protector side of his brain off for a while.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes): Daryl is incredibly well-built and muscular, mainly in his chest and arms but also in his legs, I mean with the amount of walking the groups done to find safety how could he not? He has a few tattoos scattered across his body that you love and of course more than his fair share of scars. As for what you all really want to know with this one, he's definitely big. About 7 - 8 inches and it's thick, stretching you out perfectly.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Daryl's good at controlling his urges but he does have a high sex drive. Before he met you it was basically nonexistent anymore but you changed that in him. While he can sometimes repress the feeling when he needs it but the timing is wrong he can never deny you when you need it and he is always ready to go.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Trying to get Daryl to sleep in any situation is admittedly a nightmare, he's learned to run off basically no sleep and he rarely lets himself get a good night's rest. He'll always make sure you're asleep first and everything is safe before he even thinks about drifting off himself.

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dearshelby · 11 months

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Would you mind writing a wedding headcanon for Tommy? Would it be grand and posh or simple for the small circle only? Would he take an active part in it? Perhaps Alfie could be in a guest list and so on. It will be great if you do it for dark!Tommy (you do a good job in it). 💙💙💙

Hehe I'm so glad there are actual people who enjoy dark!AU and I'm not some weirdo standing on the corner of Tumblr like🧍🏻‍♀️Btw there's implied nsfw here but it's nothing explicit

Wedding day with dark!Tommy Shelby

• Before the war Tommy didn't want a big party, he had different life goals and exposing his darling to the whole Small Heath wasn't part of it. Even if he enjoyed showing off his claim over her, he believed a wedding ceremony was meant to be something private and intimate for the bride and groom.

• Therefore, he would've been pleased with the priest's presence only. At most his brothers, Polly and Uncle Charlie would be invited too.

• However, after France his life goals changed together with his preferences. Assuming that they were already in an established relationship and living together, Tommy wouldn't rush into getting married because he'd want something fancier.

• Perhaps after taking the racetracks from Billy Kimber or expanding his domain to London. It all depends on how his darling views the situation, if she's super excited to get married he wouldn't deny her the most expensive ceremony he could afford.

• Regardless of the date, darling's wedding day starts the night before, when Tommy gets super clingy because they'll only see each other again at the altar. He's not used to staying more than his working shift away from her.

• When it comes to the preparations, he's not really participative, he's always busy and too tired to deal with this sort of thing. There are only two things he'll keep an eye on since the beginning, the guests list and bride's dress. He'd hate someone like Moss invited or his future wife looking less than perfect.

• As a matter of fact, Tommy will do everything in his reach to keep business out of the ceremony, outside the guests and family, he won't tell anyone of the event. If anyone uninvited approaches him about it, he'll deny it like a bad rumour.

• On the grand day he'll keep his usual unshakable posture, but deep down he's excited and a bit nervous. His beloved one will be officially his and he'll have an official document to prove it.

• Watching her walking down the aisle, a rare, tiny but real smile will creep into his face, he'd missed her in the few hours they were apart.

• For the rest of the event, Tommy will be all over her (in a restrained way, he's not very into PDA), he'll dance, give her short pecks on the lips, drink and talk. After a few hours he'll want nothing more than being alone with her so they can consumatte the ceremony.

• When the party is over, Tommy is drained like any good introvert. He won't talk much, allowing his yearning hands to speak for him.

• Overwhelmed with desire, he's unsure if he wants to undress her himself or sit down and watch as she does so. In the end he'll help her anyway, unable to stay away for another second at least.

• The wedding night won't be rough, but extremely intense, Tommy will demand eye contact and to be the closest as possible. Sometimes, while he's lost in pleasure, his most possessive side shows itself as he mutters "mine" against her skin.

• If she hears him and answers "yours" the man is done.

• The next morning, darling will be waken up by his husky voice saying, "Good morning, Mrs. Shelby."

#dark!tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #dark!au

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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year

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You find the Haitani brothers wearing a skirt

Pairings: Rindou x reader, Ran x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, thigh riding + being called sir/daddy + overstimulation (for Rindou), anal + teasing + denial + overstimulation + oral (for Ran)

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

Author's Note: Both of the bros are 20+. Anyways here's a little something for my current obsessions. Can you tell where I left this as a wip for a month? 😅

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

You and your boyfriend were having a little couple's sleepover. The two of you had spent all day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling together. It was getting late and you decided to hop in the shower before dinner. You certainly did not expect what you'd find when you returned and found your boyfriend on your bed...

No one would have ever guessed that he was shy when it came to anything sexual. His demeanor around everyone else gave off completely different vibes, but you knew otherwise. That's why it was quite a surprise seeing Rindou wearing a pretty black and light blue plaid skirt, humping one of your pillows, wearing one of your hoodies, and panting like a bitch in heat

Clearly he'd been doing this the whole time you were showering. He was visibly trembling. Hips rutting into the pillow and staining it with precum. He was so into it that he didn't even notice you until you spoke

“If you needed me that badly you could've said something before I took a shower” you smiled, stepping further into the room

“Y-y/n?!” he gasped. “I'm s-sorry...aah...pl-lease help me out?” he managed between moans. A look of shame and humiliation from being caught evident in his eyes

“Of course, baby. But only because you asked so nicely” you said, taking a seat in the chair in the corner of your room. “C'mere”

Rindou hesitantly stood up and walked across the room. He stood in front of you fidgeting with his sleeves, unsure of exactly what you had planned.

“Sit.” you said while patting your thigh. Rindou hesitated a moment before straddling your thigh and grabbing your shoulders for stability. The tiny bit of friction caused his breath to hitch. “Now just keep doing what you were doing when I walked in.” you instructed, placing your hands on his hips

“Ah–” The blush on his cheeks only deepened from your command. “Yes, s-sir.” He slowly began humping your thigh, letting out quiet moans and breaths. “Mm...feels really good...” he whispered

You grabbed his chin with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss... which quickly turned into a sloppy makeout session. Rindou moaned as you explored his mouth, tangling his hands in your hair. After several minutes, you finally broke apart leaving a string of saliva still connecting you to each other. Then you began trailing your kisses down to his neck. His pace quickened with every kiss and mark you left on his sensitive skin. “Such a good boy for me” you cooed, sucking another hickey onto Rindou's neck. Further claiming him as yours.

“Ah...mmm...y/n...” Rindou panted. Heat pooling in his gut as he grew closer to his climax

“Go ahead, baby” you said with your face still pressed against his neck. “Let it all out for me”

With your sweet words still ringing in his ears, Rindou's thrusts became uneven and desperate until he finally released all over his skirt and your thigh. “Hah...ffuck that felt...hah aah...so good”

Barely a minute passed before you were gripping his hips and making him hump you again. “Nngh?! B-baby, wait I- aah~ ” Rindou pleaded with you, but you silenced him by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his head back

“You wanted me to help you, didn't you, darling?” You taunted, keeping up the relentless pace. “I'm just making sure that you're completely satisfied. After all...” You leaned in close to his ear and whispered “I'd hate to change another pillowcase later because you got desperately horny again”

Rindou whimpered, giving in to the overstimulation. It hurt a bit but, god did the pleasure make up for that. Everything felt so hot. Sweat made the hoodie cling to his back but he couldn't care about something like that right now. The feeling of his wet cock sliding against your thigh, the sticky coated fabric of his skirt rubbing against the head, and you making him move against you despite his body's need to rest.... It was all too much

Rindou's hips moved on their own as he chased his second release. His hands clung to whatever part of you that they could reach as his moans grew louder

“Ah! Daddy~ Aaah~” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he twitched and spasmed in your lap, cumming all over your thigh again

You let him collapse onto your chest as you helped him down from his high. Cooing words of praise into his ear and rubbing circles on his back

“Now it's your turn for a bath” you teased. Rindou let out a small laugh, still a bit light-headed

“Whew, that felt nice after a lazy day of being covered in snack crumbs” you said, still drying your hair with a towel. “Mr. Throws his popcorn at his boyfr-”

“Mmm~ Done already, babe?” Ran said so casually, as if he wasn't fingering himself. On your bed. In a black skirt. When did he even buy that?

It took a minute for you to process what you'd even walked in on. It only took a second to realize that your dick was already hard and that the blood had already rushed to your cheeks

“Uh, yeah” cough “Got bored waiting, huh?” You tried playing it cool

“Mhmm. Since you, mmph~, clearly enjoy the view...” He paused to spread his legs further, hoping that it would entice you. “Why don't you come over here? Get some hands-on action”

All restraint flew out of the window as you quickly made your way over to your boyfriend. You wasted no time crashing your lips onto his while your hands squeezed his thighs. Ran let out breathy moans every time your lips parted, his hands instinctually tangling in your hair. You easily slipped two fingers into him, thanks to his previous actions

“Mm yeah~” He moaned, arching his back. You began scissoring your fingers, making sure he'd be nice and stretched out for you

You curled your fingers and hit juuust the right spot and Ran let out the sluttiest moan, biting his bottom lip and looking up at you as you smirked

“More... Please, baby...” He begged. “I need it~”

Before he could say another word you were already reaching for the lube you keep in the nightstand. Deliberately teasing him by slowly pulling out your cock and letting it rest on his stomach before you lubed yourself up. The sight of his skirt flipped up made you even harder

“Fuuuck...” Ran whined. The feeling of your already hard dick on his skin made the blood rush to the surface of his skin. Causing his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and his shoulders to redden. He watched you take your time, wishing you'd just put it in already. He feels empty just thinking about it...

“Ready?” You positioned your dick right at his entrance

“Mhm” Ran nodded

You slid into him slowly. Torturously slow. Too slow

“C'mon, baby, don't tease me like this” He pouted

“You think this is teasing?” Oh, you just had a wonderful idea! “I'll show you what real teasing feels like.” You finally bottomed out inside of him. Giving him a second to adjust to your full size before slowly pulling almost all the way back out, only to slooowly slide back in. You kept your pace nice and steady, holding Ran's hips still to prevent him from getting what he wanted

“Shit... ah... You're so mean” Ran breathed out, hands gripping the sheets by his head. He wanted more, needed more so fucking badly

You graciously increased your pace, though it still wasn't enough for him. He rolled his hips with the rhythm of your thrusts, hoping to gain some friction. Anything to alleviate the tightening in his core. Fuck, he was close already. Just keep moving and...

“Wait, w-why did you stop?” Ran cried. His hips chasing yours, silently begging for you to continue

You only smiled deviously in response. Cupping Ran's face as he nuzzled into your palm. You wanted to break him, just a little bit. Just enough to hear him beg for you like his life depended on it. Enough to see him so desperate for your cock that he'd do anything

Without saying another word you shoved your dick all the way back in, relishing in Ran's pretty cries as you began pounding him. Him throwing his head back onto the pillows, growing close once more. Don't stop this time. Please just- Right there, keep going...

You pulled out completely. “N-no...fuck... Why did-” He cried breathlessly. Frustrated with your continued denial

You grabbed his dick, the head leaking precum all over his stomach and soaking his skirt, and started gliding your hand up and down the shaft. Ran's back arched again, pitiful cries leaving his mouth as he grabbed your arm. The sudden, intense friction making his head feel fuzzy.

You made eye contact just as your thumb ran across his slit and Ran whimpered. It was way too hot in here... He begged you to keep moving your hand. “Hah... Don't stop. Don't stop, baby... G-gonna-”

With one last schlick sound you removed your hand from his dick. His body twitched, once again denied the pleasure of release. Tears pooled in the corners of Ran's eyes. Fuck, he was really cute right now.

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Ask nicely for me?” You prompted

“Please... I need you” He said, practically giving you puppy eyes. Good boy

You lined yourself back up and pushed in once more. Quickening your pace and jerking him off at the same time. Ran wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he looked at you, silently asking for permission

“Cum”

That was all he needed to hear. His grip on your hair tightening as he came all over his own chest. The pleasure from being edged damn near knocked the wind out of him. Stars clouded his vision, hips still involuntarily humping into your hand and grinding against your cock

You allowed him a minute to catch his breath. Thanking whatever gods may be out there that this gorgeous boy was all yours

You pulled out, the empty feeling making him whine. He was so adorable

Then you leaned down and took as much of him into your mouth as you could fit. Pinning his hips in place so that he couldn't move away

“Hnngh?! Y/n?!” Ran squealed. “Wait, I just- Ah!”

Ran screamed while you bobbed your head up and down. Sucking him off with fervor. He wrapped his thighs around your head instinctually, squeezing hard. He tried fucking up into your mouth and you let go of his hips, allowing him to practically facefuck you

Composure be damned. You wanted to make him cum again no matter what it took and Ran wanted to cum again, despite the pain from being overstimulated

You hummed and the vibrations on his dick finally pushed him over the edge. Ran wailed as he came down your throat, your warm, wet mouth milking every last bit out. You released his dick with a wet pop sound, licking your lips clean of his cum

He went limp, collapsing from exhaustion. Panting and barely able to keep his eyes open anymore. There was one small problem, however. You hadn't come yet and your dick has been rock hard this entire time

You gently pulled Ran up and into your lap, letting him lean against your chest and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You lifted him a bit and bottomed out once more, groaning at how wet his hole felt around you

“Oh god... aah” Was all he could manage to get out. Too tired to move, all Ran could do was hold onto your arms and softly moan as you pounded into him again, chasing your own release

You kept your arms wrapped around him, supporting his back so that he wouldn't fall backwards. Fucking into his hole desperately. You felt the heat pool in your core, speeding up your thrusts until you finally spilled inside of him

Ran's tired moans mixed with yours and you kissed his shoulder as you humped into him. Fucking your cum deeper into him

You gently lay him down onto your bed, pulling out and watching some of your cum drip out and onto the sheets. Ran passed out immediately

You grabbed a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned the both of you up. Kissing his forehead before joining him for a nap

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Angel

Summary; Jason calls the reader stupid, among other mean things. Eddie finds out after he finds her crying at their spot and is pissed off that anyone would dare insult his angel.

Warnings; protective Eddie, Jason being an ass, tiny bit of angst and fluff.

Likes/reblogs, etc is always appreciated 😘 I dont give anyone permission to copy my work

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Having to partner up with Jason in maths was enough to make anyone annoyed but as always she tried her best not to let his general asshole self get to her.

That vow had been tested several times in the last hour. All she wanted was for this class to be done and to find Eddie.

She smiles giddily, thrumming with anticipation at seeing her sweet love. At this point, she was lost in her head and only came to when Jason huffed about loud.

"For fuck sake will you concentrate" he hisses to her, she folds her arms and glares at him.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time? Can't you be a nice person for like ten seconds?"

He snorts.

"Maybe I'm pissed because I am stuck with you as a partner today and as usual you are off in a little ditzy dream world where everything is all sunshine, rainbows and unicorns" his words sting but she tries to hide it.

"I don't live in a ditzy dream world. I am well aware of how awful real life can be but why can't I find beauty and goodness too?" She argues.

He snorts.

This only makes her more annoyed.

"Or maybe I am pissed off at the fact you are god damn stupid and I'll have to do all the work" her stomach sinks and as the bell rings Jason storms off.

His words make her feel like shit, she knew she wasn't stupid. Maths just wasn't her strongest subject but she tried and worked hard to get the grades.

The words stick in her mind and she feels the tears fall.

❤

Eddie couldn't wait to see his princess. They were meeting at their spot in the woods and all he wanted was to kiss and hold his sweetheart for a little while.

They have been dating for a while now and he is so in love with her, she was sweet and kind and sometimes she could get lost in a daydream or distracted by things easily, cute animals, and flowers.

She wore pretty flowy dresses and flowers in her hair, fed all the stray cats in the trailer park and sang along dreamily to songs he didn't listen to but loved anyway because they made her happy.

Each of those things made him love her more and more and he was fiercely protective of his angel.

Eddie had never been more certain of anything in his life and that was he knew one day he was going to marry her.

He freezes as he hears quiet sniffles and when he finds yn at their table crying his protective instincts go into overdrive.

Who the fuck would hurt his princess? His fist clenches, he wasn't a violent person at all but how could anyone hurt a sweetheart like yn? She was so gentle and kind to everyone.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she looks up and rushes over to him. He wraps her up in a tight hug and strokes her hair.

"Do you think I'm stupid Eds? That I live in a ditzy, fairytale world?" he gapes at her and gently wipes away her tears.

"Of course, not sweetheart, you're not stupid and you like to daydream a little? Who cares?" Her lip wobbles and he sits on the wooden table, holding her close to him.

"Who said this to you?" she shakes her head and borrows closer to him.

"You'll get mad and I don't want you to get in trouble for an asshole Eddie" he frowns and tilts up her cheek.

"I can't promise I won't get mad baby because someone made you cry but I promise I won't get into trouble" she bites her lip still looking unsure.

"Well in Math I got partnered up with Jason and"... That's all he needs to hear, he listens to her repeat what happened and he quietly seethes.

"Eddie? Are you okay?" she asks him and kisses his cheek.

"Of course, he's an idiot baby don't listen to a word out of that fuckers mouth. Spews a load of shit" she nods and kisses him again, a little smile gracing her features.

He kisses her forehead already planning on tracking Carver down and giving him a piece of his mind.

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Eddie had left yn with Chrissy and Robin as they chatted happily about what new movies were in the theatre.

He had just seen Jason and wasted no time in marching over to him and blocking his path, barely concealing his attempt.

"You want something freak?" Jason spits at him and he glares at the asshole.

"Let me make one thing clear Carver, I stopped giving a fuck what you think of me a long time ago but insulting MY girl is off limits you understand?"

Jason scoffs.

"It's not my fault your girlfriend lives in some fucking fantasy land where everything is sunshine and rainbows, she needs to get a fucking grip"

His temper threatens to spill over but he reigns it in.

"Listen to me dickhead. I am not a violent person, never have been but I will kick your ass if you hurt yn again. I'll probably get my ass kicked as well but it will be worth it. Are we clear?"

Jason's smug smile slips away.

"Whatever Munson." Eddie stands taller, glowering at Jason who steps back visibly nervous.

"I don't know why anyone would want to make someone so fucking wonderful cry, she is one of the good things to me in this shitty place, she's beautiful inside and out, smart, funny, kind, and a literal fucking sweetheart. You don't upset her again. Right?"

After a second Jason snorts and then nods pushing past him.

Eddie returns back to yn smiling as she is laughing at something Chrissy has said.

"Miss me, princess?" He teases her and she smiles sweetly as be wraps his arms around her.

"You two are so cute" Chrissy coos and Robin nods.

"Disgustingly cute but still cute. Where did you go off to anyway?" He shrugs and narrows his eyes as Jason approaches.

"Dealing with some shit," he tells Robin as Jason avoids his gaze and tugs Chrissy along.

"Babe, come on we'll be late" Eddie smirks.

Good. He hopes Carver has learned his lesson.

"Wanna help me set up for Hellfire babe? I created a new character. Based on my favourite princess" he kisses her nose and she takes his hand excitedly as they discuss the latest developments for his campaign.

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falloutjuli · 5 months

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I kinda went nuts and casually made this 5k words. OOP- Anyways, stan Mochi, I love him already.

If anyone wants another continuation, be sure to let me know, Im always down to write more cute domestic fluff with your gravity man.

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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures part 2 (First part;♥️) Wordcount: 5,2k Short summary: Their little family gets a new addition in the form of a dog. With that also comes letting their closest friends and family (pretty much only Chuuyas side) know just how serious they are. Warnings: NONE - Y/N used - Reader gets caught lying, Chuuya being a cutie, author is invested in Mochi, Akutagawa being an awkward mess, DAZAI

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"But Chuuya, let me repeat your point yeah?" He nodded, taking a sip of his wine, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

"You think it's a good idea to get a dog that can protect me while I'm out with them yeah?" He nodded again, trying to find your problem.

"And the first breed you name me is a Chihuahua?" Chuuya shrugged, still struggling to see the problem.

"Chuu, no one is afraid of a Chihuahua. They are like... tiny as Fuck. No person who intends to harm me is gonna see that miniscule thing and go 'yeah I won't fuck with them, they got a Chihuahua '."

"Fine, then what about a Maltese?" You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Meanwhile Chuuya didn't get you. Why not get one of those?; you should like them since they are cute and small like hi- He stopped immediately and cursed internally for having thought that.

"Then what's your idea?" With a huge smile you got up to get your phone.

Getting a dog has so far not been the fairy tale that the movies had sold to Chuuya.

No picking up a stray dog with huge innocent eyes who will love you eternally.

No, the time he had found one it tried to bite him when he approached. In the shelters you haven't found the perfect one either. Either they needed more care and attention that you could plan for or the vibe simply didn't match. So now you were going through listings, in the hopes of finding a puppy you both like.

"Okay sooo… I have found this listing online from a little family whose dog recently had a few puppies, and after I have seen the pictures, I have been thinking about them." You passed Chuuya your phone, watching his reaction carefully as he took in the listing.

You watched his content expression become bewildered, as he scrolled through the pictures. "Those are German shepherds." He stated and you nodded excitedly.

"Yes, I know. And they are so adorable. Don't you think?"

Chuuya didn't know what to think. Sure, these were cute, fluffy looking pups but they'd grow. A lot. And he was unsure of that. In his mind he had always pictured having a dog that’s more... compact.

And while that was his preference, he knew he can't deny you. You'd just need to insist on one of these and he'd get it. He cursed that you had him in your hand.

As you noticed his hesitation, you sat down next to him, laying your head on his shoulder, watching as he took in the pictures. "We don't have to get one of these. It's just... if we get a dog, I want one like that, or a golden retriever, something like that you know?"

Hugging him sideways, carefully aware of his wineglass you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "But like I said, if you don't want to, we won't get one like this. We can always wait."

"No doll, you like these." You rolled your eyes.

"Chuuya, it's our dog. We both make the call and won't decide alone. But if you're worried about them being too big, it says down here, that there's a bit of corgi in here, so they stay rather small." "Really?" Orange eyebrows furrowed as Chuuya read the text.

"We could always ask to see them in person and see if they fit us." You said, a finger trailing over his leg. "Alright. Sounds like a deal. You make the date and I make sure I'll be there alright?" The smile you now wore made Chuuya feel warm.

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Barely a week passed before you sat in your car, Chuuya in the passenger seat, currently trying to squeeze into a parking spot near the family’s home.

"I can't believe you manage to fit that." Chuuya stated once he saw how insanely tight the space had been that now your car stood in. "I'm the majesty of parking spaces, now come on, I wanna pet some cute puppies!" You dragged him along, your eyes looking around as you compared the GPS map to your surroundings.

"This should be it!" You finally stated, opening the front gate to a tiny average looking house. Chuuya grew nervous a little. Which felt weird to him.

He was a Mafia executive for god's sake, and yet the thought of meeting his potential new family member had him wary.

"One second!" A woman called from the other side of the door, after you had rang the doorbell. Once opened the woman took both of you in.

"Sorry for the mess, a toddler and puppies are no easy task!" She said, as you both came in and for what she said, it looked rather clean even. "Follow me, they are currently outside, playing." She stated, guiding you and Chuuya to the backyard where a bunch of black and yellow furred puppies were running around, playing with toys.

Chuuya felt his heart swell immediately upon seeing all these cute little beings. He barely registered you and the mother talking. Only when your hand slipped in his, he was ripped out of his trance, focusing on you again.

"Soo.. let's play with them!" You said giddily and approached the tiny pups. The second your knees made contact with the grass you were swarmed by them, their paws all over your thighs, as they tried climbing onto you. You giggled, hands trying to pet and caress each and every one of them.

Good thing you wore some jeans that could be ruined, as you had expected something like this. When your quickly looked next to you, you saw that Chuuya barely got any attention from the puppies as they were busier trying to get to lick your hands.

Sensing how Chuuyas mood took a dip, you picked one puppy up and placed it closer to him, but the second Chuuya lifted his hand to pet it, it ran back to you.

Well... This was awkward.

"You can pick which one you like best." He just stated, trying his best to mask his disappointment. "No, Chuu, you know we both pick one."

He looked over to you, who was getting swarmed by the furry beasts, and he wondered just what it was about him that dogs didn't like... He knew dogs had a weird sixth sense, so perhaps it was something about him, like the whole Arahabaki thing that made them keep their distance.

A sigh escaped his lips, and you shot him a sympathetic smile. "We can always look for others." You stated trying to cheer him up. He nodded, once again trying to mask his true feelings, as to not upset you.

But just when he was getting up, one of the puppies ran up to him, nudging his hands.

Hesitantly and very slowly Chuuya moved his hand towards the little thing and eventually his gloved hand met the body of the pup. The soft fur tickled the skin the glove didn't cover and if Chuuya ignored all his feelings about you for just a second, this was the best feeling ever.

You watched him, biting your lip from how cute the scene looked, with your Mafia boyfriend almost crying from cuddling a puppy. He looked unlike himself, all soft and in disbelief of the situation.

"I think we made a choice." You whispered to the woman, who chuckled quietly and led out back towards the patio so you could talk.

While you discussed when the puppy could be picked up, which shots he had already gotten and anything else that could matter, Chuuya was busy playing with the soon to be new family member, finding immense joy in watching the little thing do the most mundane things.

He barely noticed time passing, until you cleared your throat behind him. Curiously he looked up from his sitting position and cocked an eyebrow.

"Chuu, it's time to go home. They'll be tired soon and we still have some cooking to do." "Oh yeah, of course." He quickly regained composure, getting up and dusting off his clothes.

He desperately tried to ignore the puppy that was nudging against his leg to continue playing. He coughed in his hand, shifting awkwardly.

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"Thank you so much for your time. You have my number so if anything important comes up, don't hesitate to message me." You said and waved goodbye to the family and took Chuuyas hand to return to the car. Once in it and on the road, you got talking.

"We can pick him up in a month."

Chuuya needed a second to register what you meant. "We're gonna get him?"

"I mean, you were so in love with the little one, so I asked if someone wanted him specifically and now he's ours. He will get his remaining shots at the vet, and then we can pick him up in a month."

Chuuya was silent. Oddly so.

"Chuuya?"

"I love you so much."

You chuckled, caressing his thigh, as you kept your eyes on the road. "As do I. Any ideas for a name yet?" You asked but the ginger shook his head.

"No... I guess I have enough time to think about any ideas. Do you?"

This time you shook your head. "Nope. I'm sure a fitting name will come find us." You said, pulling into the garage of your shared home.

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Time passed, but barely quick enough for Chuuya. Never in his life had a month felt as long. Not when he really wanted his dog but the most he got was pictures you showed him after work that you got from the very kind owners.

He had already ordered all kinds of pet stuff you could need in an effort to keep his mind off the excruciating long time, but it only made it worse. Now there was pet stuff everywhere in the apartment, and no dog to show. Damn his overexcitement.

A knock on his office door interrupted him from his workflow. Fortunately, it wasn't a subordinate coming with bad news or anything, it was Kouyou, carrying a little gift box.

"Ane-san, how are you, do you need anything?" He asked, setting his papers aside. Kouyou took seat in front of his desk, putting the pink box with white ribbon on top on it.

"I was out shopping the other day and I bought some sweets for you and your partner. Who I still haven't met by the way."

Ah yes, the god ol' passive aggressive way of Kouyou saying "When am I going to meet them?"

"Come on, it's not that serious or deep." Chuuya tried to downplay, but this was still Kouyou he was talking to, so with a smirk she replied; "Ah yes, your totally not serious partner that moved in with you and are now adopting a dog with. At least invite me to the wedding when the time comes.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes. There was no hiding the truth from Kouyou, especially not between the two of them.

"I'd get not letting them meet the Akutagawas, Mori or Kajii, but me? Didn't I raise you better than that?" She said with a dramatic sigh at the end, further lamenting the feeling of being left out.

"You know they are a regular person, so I'd prefer to keep ‘em far away from any of this. But maybe, someday, I'll invite you to dinner. And you know if I were to get married, you'd get the important roles anyway."

With a smile, she got up. "That's all I wanted. I just hope you're happy Chuuya. I'll leave you to it then."

She left his office, only the package left on his desk from her.

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"From your big sister?" You questioned as Chuuya put the box in your hands while he hung up his coat. "She's not my actual sister. Her names Kouyou and she's reeeal curious about you."

You smile awkwardly, before you set the box on the kitchen island and drag him towards your room. "Sounds interesting. You'll have to tell me more later, because for now, I have a surprise for you!"

Chuuya raises a curious eyebrow and watches you open the door, only to see a puppy running out, that's now circling his legs.

Amazed he bends down to get rid of his gloves, his hands brushing through the soft fur. "B-But...how? It hasn't been a whole month just yet?" He asks, voice an octave higher.

"I was surprised too. He got his last vet exam yesterday and I was asked if we're already ready to pick him up. I said yeah, and came to get him today. We're just... Lacking a name still."

Chuuya didn't care about all that right now. He was too busy enjoying being an official pet owner now, engraving the feeling of soft fur and a tiny tongue licking his hands in his brain for all eternity.

He felt like he could combust from happiness in this moment, from just how perfect his life seemed right now. A loving partner, his lifelong dream of a dog being fulfilled.

"Mochi." You stated, ripping through Chuuyas mind.

"Huh?"

"Your sister got us mochi." You repeated, holding up one of the treats from the box. Looking down at the pup, Chuuya smiled.

"Why don't we call him that?"

"Mochi?"

"Yeah? He sure is sweet enough to be one." You smiled, watching Chuuya stroke the puppy that excitedly wiggled its tail.

"That's a cute idea. Mochi it is then." While munching on a mochi, you crouched down to Chuuya and placed on in his mouth too, his eyes not leaving the puppy. He chewed, smile ever present on his lips.

"I love him so much already." He stated, mouth still full. Once he had finally swallowed, his turned his attention from Mochi to you, kissing you all over you face in pure excitement.

He called in sick the next day just so he could play with Mochi all day, making you chuckle as you listened to the worst fake cough ever as he phoned around.

---

Falling into the new routine was easy even. Mochi would be walked to his dogsitter (who Chuuya had thoroughly vetted before he even got to meet Mochi) by you on your way to your job.

After your shift you come pick him up, walk a detour through the park, get home, start dinner as you both wait for Chuuya to come home.

At the weekend Mochi goes to a dog trainer for a few hours for his behavior and to learn new tricks and otherwise spends the days with you, whatever you decide to do.

Chuuya had been right about a dog helping your when he was away. During a particularly long mission of 3 weeks in Europe, Mochi had kept you busy and happy.

"Sorry that it's taking so long doll. This stupid asshole I'm here for is really testing my patience." He stated and looked outside at the rainy streets on London at night.

One the other end of the speaker your sleepy voice rang through his ears. "It's alright. It’s what I signed up for when I said yes to dating you. Take your time and get that punk. I have Mochi to keep me company." As the mention of the name, the dog let out a quiet whine, but Chuuya still heard it.

"I miss both of you. I’m hoping you’re not letting him stay in the bed." Despite spoiling Mochi to no end, like all the steaks he kept buying just for him, he was adamant about the bed being a dog free zone. "He has an almost 55k yen pet bed in baroque style, no need to have him in our bed too." He had said.

"Oh yeah I'd never do that." You said while Mochi laid happily on Chuuyas side of the bed.

"Good. I'll see you soon."

You didn't know how soon, because Chuuya went well past the initial return date and was unable to update you. It was alright for you, after all it wasn't his fault, and you knew he didn't have much choice in the matter at all.

On a lazy Sunday morning, you still tucked into your warm blanket, one arm draped over Mochi as he curled against you on the bed, the apartment door opened very, very quietly.

Having picked up on it, Mochi left the bed, making your stir awake. Your half-asleep brain was ready to get back into dreaming about being stuck in a candy maze, when the weight on the bed shifted behind you and you were pulled against a chest.

"Good morning." He whispered, against the skin of your neck before he pressed soft kisses anywhere, he could reach. You let him, before you rolled on your back, your hands finding his neck to pull him down into a real sloppy but passionate kiss.

"You're back." You mumbled tiredly and pressed your face against his shoulder while you cuddled with him. "Yes. Finally got that fucker and took the first flight back. Sorry it's been so long."

"You're forgiven." Another kiss was shared. "I'd say you too, but not when you lied to me that Mochi wasn't in the bed." You groaned, of course he had you figured out.

The next day Chuuya for once had off while you had to come into work. It was a rare occurrence, since normally Chuuya worked a lot more, but Mori had been kind enough to give him an addition day to settle back in before returning to his duties the next day.

With him at home, Mochi got to stay home too, and Chuuya took full advantage of it. Cuddling, playing, bathing, brushing his fur, Mochi was getting spoiled rotten by his ginger owner, who was just excited to finally be back with his family.

---

"What. Is. That." Akutagawa asked as he, Higuchi and the Black Lizards stepped into his office to be briefed on their mission. Mochi laid on a pet bed, tail wagging in excitement at the sight of new people.

"That's my dog, Mochi. Dogsitter called in sick and my partner can't take him with them to work so he came with me." Chuuya said and watched as Gin, Tachihara and Higuchi all crouch down to pet the good boy.

Hirotsu retained his composure, though Chuuya did seem him sneaking glances with a smile on his lips, while Akutagawa kept trying to shift subtlety as far away as possible.

"He doesn't bite, ya know." Chuuya said and was met with an accusatory stare from the boy in the long coat.

"And?" Was the simple statement and Chuuya let him, knowing fully well that due to his upbringing Akutagawa was no big fan of dogs. Why he then became the dog of the Port Mafia is an irony beyond Chuuyas understanding.

Higuchi, Gin and Tachihara keep on petting, cooing, and talking to Mochi while Chuuya shared the briefings with the two guys who weren't charmed by Mochi.

"A simple thing really, Mori and I just thought it'd be better to send all of you in case of having to detain more people than accounted for or unpleasant surprises." He stated as Hirotsu and Akutagawa quickly read through the notes.

The cooing and happy whines of Mochi behind them were a little distracting but when Chuuya cleared his throat, all other three mafiosi were back in line next to Akutagawa and Hirotsu.

"Be thorough, don't fuck shit up and keep collateral to a minimum, alright?" All of them nodded and went on their way to the mission, with all of them but Akutagawa stealing a quick glance at Mochi one last time.

When his office door closed, Chuuya himself was immediately crouched down by him, petting, and cooing at him. "You’re being so good today. I'll get you steak for lunch, just don't tell Y/N!"

It was late when Akutagawa returned to the office to hand in his first draft of a report.

Chuuya was just starting to pack things up, as the younger one entered, standing at the side of the table that was furthest away from the dog, who only spared Akutagawa a tried glance and a yawn.

Upon seeing the bared teeth Akutagawa became even stiffer, however that was possible. "Thank you, my boy. I'll read it at home if that's alright with you."

"Of course. I only wanted to drop it off, since I had it done anyways, and the light was still on here." He coughed in his hand, promoting Mochi to get up and get closer, which then in return made Akutagawa take a few steps away again.

"He's not gonna bite you, don't worry. He's a real good boy." Chuuya said held onto Akutagawa’s shoulders to push him towards Mochi again.

The younger one became as stiff as a board as Chuuya carefully guided his hand to the top of Mochis head. “See, aint that bad right?” Awkwardly Akutagawa nodded, mentally he was using Rashomon to climb to the ceiling to get away from this.

Letting go of the hand, Akutagawa kept it still, with Mochi turning, sniffing and then licking his hand, making the man scowl. “Ew.” He stated and Chuuya laughed.

“Come on then let’s get home, want me to give you a ride Akutagawa?”

“Im fine. I have more work to attend to anyways. But thank you for your time and thank you for…” Akutagawa stared down at Mochi, before he continued, “Whatever it is you do. But don’t just lick people.”

With that he turned on his heel and left, leaving Chuuya chuckling.

---

Atsushi Always liked autumn. The way the leaves change, and orange painted skies when the sun began setting was a view to behold, especially when walking home with his mentor after a good day at the ADA, through the park of Yokohama.

Dazai was currently talking about how the waitress down at the cafe was still refusing his advances, even when his most recent love letter (aka a poorly disguised plea to commit a lover’s suicide) had apparently been his Magnum opus.

The constant playful whining stopped abruptly and when Atsushi looked at Dazai, he felt fear. The grin, the glee in his eyes, it couldn't mean anything good. And when followed his line of sight, Atsushi dreaded his existence.

Why did Port Mafia Executive, Chuuya Nakahara, also known as Dazais former Partner have to sit in this park on a bench. For Dazai this was an invitation, one he would never turn down.

"Atsushi! Wanna see me annoy a hat rack?"

"I'd rather not-" But Dazai had already caught his wrist and dragged him along towards Chuuya, whos happy smile immediately dropped when he spotted Dazai.

Dazai kept smiling in this weird way that was sorely reserved for when he messed with his ex-partner, as he saw what Chuuya was looking at. A couple of Dogs and their owners playing fetch and alike.

"Looking at things you can't have? Is that Chuuyas new hobby?" Dazai asked and Atsushi took a few cautious steps away, in the hopes of not getting on Chuuyas bad side by distancing himself.

"Now I know why it reeks of rotten fish suddenly. The bandage wasting Mackerel is here." Chuuya didn't even look at Dazai, which only seemed to egg him on more.

"Ah don't be like that, you love me slug. I know you do."

There had been a few instances in which Atsushi wished to be swallowed whole to get out of uncomfortable situations, but anything that involved Dazai antagonizing the Port Mafia like it's his profession takes the top spot. The sheer awkwardness he feels whenever Dazai decides to meddle with everyone’s business makes him want to ditch country.

But he can't. So, he's stuck listening to the two riling each other up.

"I have you know I'm not stalking Chuuya. I have a job."

"You might have one, but I know you don't show up for it. And that Atsushi-kun does all your paperwork."

"That's quite accusatory of you Chibi! At least I could get a dog without being asked if I have my parents’ permission."

To both their surprises, Chuuya got up calmly, stared at Dazai with a blank face and used two fingers to whistle.

Both detectives raised an eyebrow and wondered what kind of ability related thing would hit them, but no such thing came true. No, instead a dog came running, nudging Chuuyas leg, who in return smiled smugly at Dazai and crossed his arms.

Ex demon prodigy, smug asshole, certified mummy cosplayer, Dazai Osamu meanwhile stepped behind Atsushi, making the young boy wonder if he was dreaming. Was his mentor, Dazai, the guy who was always scheming and playing mind games as a hobby, really cowering behind him because of a dog?

"What's that?"

"Are you blind now too? My dog obviously. Mochi, Mackerel and Atsushi, Atsushi and Mackerel, Mochi."

Atsushi, could help but aww at the animal, looking at Chuuya with big eyes, silently asking for permission. With a nod he was granted it, and Atsushi happily went to pet the good boy, who as always enjoyed extra attention.

"Aren't you a cutie?" Atsushi cooed and caressed the dog happily. He was aware that Dazai was still hiding behind him, eyeing the door cautiously.

"At a loss for words shit for brains?" Chuuya asked smugly, his delight ever so audible in each word.

"Chuu, is everything alright?" A person called out that came running. Atsushi hadn't seen them before.

They came to stand next to Chuuya and had a slightly annoyed expression upon seeing Dazai.

"Oh, Dazai." They said and Atsushi caught his mentor waving at them. Getting up from the crouched position, Atsushi got up to introduce himself, but Chuuya took care of that already.

"That's Nakajima Atsushi, the kid from the ADA." With a pleasant smile, the unknown person, offered Atsushi their hand.

" L/N Y/N, Chuuyas partner. It's a pleasure to meet you Nakajima-kun."

"Atsushi is just fine." He responded as they shook hands.

The Weretiger quickly took notice of all the details before him. The way Chuuya instinctively had an arm wrapped around their waist, pulling them close, the way Y/N scanned Chuuya looking if he was made uncomfortable by Dazai, Mochi circling his owners happily and nudging his head against their legs.

They looked lovely together, and by the ever so subtle, genuine smile Chuuya tried to hide, Atsushi could tell how happy he was.

"Y/N! You're here too, what a surprise." Dazai tried his usual cheery voice, but it was apparent that the dog still had him wary. It was amusing to see the usually composed Dazai be unnerved by a dog, the dog of his ex-partner no less.

"Well, as lovely as this sight of a scared mackerel is, we have plans. See you around Atsushi." Chuuya clicked a red leash onto Mochi's collar, and the two waved towards the detectives before making their way down the path.

It looked really cute and adorable in Atsushi’s opinion; they made a good couple.

Dazai, now finally composed again, also looked after them and there was something in his gaze that Atsushi couldn't name. It wasn't negative, despite what his fake disgusted expression was trying to sell.

"Why were you scared of a dog?"

Atsushi finally asked when they began walking towards the ADA dormitories again. "It's Chuuyas dog! Who knows if he trained it to bite me!"

"I don't think Chuuya-san would be that petty. Also why did Y/N-san also seem dislike you?"

"Curious aren't you, Atsushi?" Dazai hummed and Atsushi raised his hands in defense.

"I can't help it. It's simply..." Lacking the sought-after word, Atsushi trailed off. Dazai only chuckled as he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, like he was reminiscing a pleasant memory.

"I might have crashed a date of theirs back when they began dating. And since Chuuya doesn't like me, Y/N doesn't like me either! Which is tragic, such a beautiful person for a double suicide lost to a hat rack."

He really shouldn't have been surprised, this was very in character for Dazai, so Atsushi was glad that their conversation slowly faded away from the gravity manipulator and back towards Agency staff.

"You think Kunikida is home already?"

"No, why?"

"Wanna see me break into his home? His lock is so easy to pick."

"Dazai, NO!"

---

“Here.” You said as you passed Chuuya the wine glass you had just filled for him. Taking it from your hand, holding it at distance as he pulled you down into a chase kiss, he smiled. “Thank you doll.”

You squeezed his hand, before you went back to the kitchen island to keep preparing dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“No thank you. I wanted to try this recipe for quite a while now and you can just relax yeah?”

The TV was on, but Chuuya preferred to keep watching you from the corner of his eye, with Mochi cuddled up next to him. From across the room, he could listen to you cutting up vegetable and a faint humming.

Life was perfect, he couldn’t wish for anything more really. Not when he had already everything he could ask for.

As he absentmindedly petted Mochi, he kept swirling his wineglass in his other hand, with only a single thought echoing in his brain.

It didn't take long until the aroma of the simmering dinner filled the air and Chuuya couldn't help but reflect on the simplicity and warmth of the moment. The sound of your humming and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a soothing symphony that resonated with the love he felt for you.

Dinner was soon ready, and the two of you sat down at the table, sharing stories and laughter. The TV served as a background hum, but the real entertainment was the genuine connection between you and Chuuya.

As the evening unfolded, with plates emptied and wineglasses occasionally clinking in toasts, Chuuya found himself stealing glances at you. The soft glow of the lights illuminated your features, casting a warm, comforting ambiance over the room. Mochi, content and curled up nearby, added to the feeling of completeness.

After the last bites were savored and the dishes were cleared away, you found yourself in each other's arms on the couch. The day had transitioned seamlessly into a tranquil night, and Chuuya felt a profound sense of contentment.

"I'm glad we have this," he whispered, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Me too."

With a shared smile, you leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss. The world outside seemed to fade away as you both embraced the simple joy of being together. As the night progressed, Chuuya held you close, the echoes of his earlier thought still resonating in his heart.

"I want to be with them forever," he mused silently, knowing that in moments like these, forever felt just right.

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