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 kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅴ)

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung. 

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister. 

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. 

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

 “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

 you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls. 

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting. 

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

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[satorhime]

. ･｡･ right where you left me ࿐gojo satoru.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : angst, fluff, dad!gojo (reader ‘n’ gojo have a daughter), set in 2018 and 2023, reunion, beach trips, established relationship ! f!reader. ･｡･ w.c. 3.7k & not proofread.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : time remains the one enemy gojo can’t defeat. ໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱ྀིა notes: ik there’s a gazillion reunion fics but this has been sitting in my drafts since oct n i suddenly felt like finishing n sharing so i hope u enjoy <333 ‘m gna go cry over this fic now ;u;

satoru is having a damn good day.

it’s suspicious, it feels like a fever dream, and he can’t really pinpoint where the dubiousness comes from. maybe it’s because he feels as if he doesn’t deserve it, like if he allows himself to relax like this something terrible will happen while he slacks off. or maybe, it’s because he’s only ever had those truly good days in his youth when he was devil may care and his concerns for the wellbeing of the world slid off his shoulders weightlessly, like sheets of rain on a rooftop. a wild and selfish kind of happiness that begun in spring and ended too quickly in winter.

but today is a good day. he forgot to charge his phone last night, he is in the best mood he’s been in all year, and he can’t stop fucking smiling. gojo satoru is thriving, on top of the world, a little bit of that nostalgic, adolescent joy warming up his chest.

and it’s all because it’s a sunny day, the water is cool, and he’s on the beach with you and his baby girl.

the three of you decided to steal away on a spontaneous trip to okinawa that forced him out of his work uniform and into swim trunks with a bare chest, simply because you burst into his office with big droplets of tears in your eyes declaring yourself a terrible mother because you realized that your daughter was already three years old and she had never seen the ocean before.

it had taken him ten minutes to book three first class tickets and secure the private family villa for the weekend, fifteen to get packed, and twenty to board after hearing that.

he would do anything to please his girls, after all.

“‘anna go into the bathtub, mama!” your baby whines impatiently from the embrace of your arms, squirming and squiggling for you to let her down as she points towards the rolling ocean waves behind you. ever since she learned how to walk, she’s lost all patience for her doting parents carrying her around— especially when something catches the attention of those big, pretty blue eyes. it didn’t take long for her to become enamored with the sea, wanting nothing more than to get out of your hold and toddle towards the shallows.

“it’s called an ‘ocean’, cupcake,” you correct her, voice full of amusement and affection as you crane your head forward to kiss the soft skin of her chubby cheek, bouncing the toddler in your arms. “too bad we’re being held hostage by dada right now.”

“i heard that,” satoru mumbles with a pout, his third melon popsicle of the day hanging from one side of his mouth. droplets of green slush drips onto the broad planes of his chest in a sticky mess as it melts but he’s wholly focused on the two of you, one summer blue eye winked closed as the other peers through the lens of the polaroid camera looped around his neck. “but wait, just one more photo of my two favorite girls!”

“you’ve been taking photos for the last twenty minutes, satoru,” you huff. “we aren’t going anywhere, you know. you don’t have to take so many.”

“our baby needs to see what the three of us looked like in our prime, before we grow old and gray together.”

“you’re so ridiculous, gojo satoru.”

but despite your exasperation, you remain put. it’s hard not to feel the same way he does on a perfect day like this— contentment, light in the heart and full of love because of this little trip. the camera focuses in on you and your daughter before the shutter clicks, each snap immortalizing the sight of you and your baby girl illuminated by the lazy autumn sun.

“and done!” he cheers, catching the polaroid in his palm as it slides from the slot. it wobbles between two of his fingers as it develops, but he can already see that it’s a perfect picture. he feels his heart sink in his chest, melting into a syrupy sweet puddle of happiness that makes him lightheaded and anxious.

oh, you’ve never looked as pretty as you do right now. like a dream, a forever kind of love he never plans to let go of. wearing that cute little swimsuit he likes so much with his sunnies perched on top of your head and his baby propped up on your supple hip. the two of you are beaming, cheeks squished together, your daughter’s hand cupping your face fondly.

it’s the kind of picture that others would coo at and fawn over if he framed it in a museum, but satoru retrieves his wallet from the pocket of his swim trunks, tucking the polaroid safely in the trifold for his own selfish keeping.

“i think she really likes the beach,” you tell him, squatting to set your daughter on her feet. she waves to you and satoru before waddling toward the shallow surf, her little legs stumbling in the thick body of sand. “this was good of you, satoru.”

“what? you think i’d miss the opportunity to spend time with my best girls?” he asks you, a hand on his chest with an affronted look on his face. you resist the urge to snort as the two of you follow closely behind your stumbling toddler, rushing towards her every time she gets distracted and attempts to eat the sand or chase one of the seagulls.

“you’ve been busy lately, that’s all,” is how you respond, the accusation washed out of your tone for the gentle words instead. you don’t bring up how many milestones, how many little memories he’s already missed, just by being who he is— that no matter what, he’ll always belong to his duty first and his family second. no, you’ve always shown patience and understanding. never complaining when his side of the bed is empty before morning or your girl requests for her father to read a bedtime story in that animated, comical way you can never replicate for her. making her settle for your offkey, wobbly lullabies instead.

“i know,” he says quietly, suddenly serious— keeping one eye on your baby girl who is currently splashing her hands around in the sand and water. “one of my first year’s a vessel so the curses are getting more pesky. i don’t think that’s a coincidence.”

“you think something’s about to happen?” you ask, looking up at him, but he presses a kiss to your temple and you wrinkle your nose at the sticky feeling of his lips.

“nah,” he replies, and you almost roll your eyes because you know he’s lying. even though satoru has done his best to keep you hidden from his world, you’re no fool. you already know why he rarely comes home at night, why he was absent for christmas last year, why your daughter has never met her paternal grandparents. you know that with the reappearance of several ancient cursed objects, there is thunder crackling among the clouds. “don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”

satoru turns up the volume on the waterproof boombox half-buried in the sand next to your belongings. he can’t stand your choice of music, finds it noise most of the time, but it’s the distraction the atmosphere needs to throw off your questioning. he pulls you to sit down between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your body.

ocean foam splashes against the tips of your toes as the two of you sit at the surf of the tide in peaceful silence, time getting away from you both in the warm sun as your baby girl plays, her energy endless— waddling around and squealing at the different curiosities and wonders the beach has to offer.

whatever will happen, satoru won’t allow it to be today.

“satoru,” you call after a long quiet, craning your neck to look up at him. “if you—”

“what, you think i’m gonna croak sometime soon?” he shoots back, already knowing where the conversation is heading. so he holds you tighter, his strong arms a protective cage around your body as his shades slide down the attractive slope of his nose. he cracks a grin at you, another obvious deflection because he knows you can’t resist when he looks at you that way. not with his hair mussed from humidity, a strip of sunscreen on his nose as he chews on that damn wooden stick from his ice pop earlier.

“i know what you’re doing,” you shake your head. “and it’s not working. i’m just worried, i’m allowed to, as your wife. you think you’re invincible but if something happens to you that’ll… it’ll—” it will break us.

satoru’s smile fades, but he thankfully doesn’t need to reply because your daughter is waddling up to the both of you now, her sand-caked hands full of seashells and stones that glimmer in the sunlight. he wants to scoff because if anyone understands the consequences of failing those you love, it’s him— it’s all he’s ever known.

“what ya got there, princess?”

“fish—!” she cries in her sweet, babyish voice. some of the shells tumble from her hands, and you watch as her expression switches from happiness to dismay to finally confusion. you have to bite your lip to hold back laughter when instead of picking them back up, she dumps the rest of the seashells in your lap. “now i don’t have any fish.”

“i think those are seashells, princess,” gojo says with a grin, picking up a shell that rests on top of your thigh and holding it up to the sunlight. “this shell looks like it belongs to a hermit crab, like your megumi-nii.”

“you’re a terrible influence on our daughter, you know.”

“i’m just setting up future dynamics, angel face,” he grins.

“look look look!” your daughter gasps, bringing your attentions back to her. “this swee-shell looks like dada—!” she squeals excitedly, her new finding held delicately in her little sand-covered palm. she stands up on your thighs to reach her father sitting behind you, holding an iridescent blue seashell next to gojo’s eyes, her tiny mind comparing the colors in wonder. meanwhile, satoru wears a smile that burns so wide it hurts his cheeks.

“it looks like you too, princess,” he boops her nose, gently taking the seashell and holding it to her eyes next. her answering giggles sound like a sweet bell calling him home to heaven, but he can’t answer it because there are two people on this earth who laugh and smile at him like he hung the moon and painted the stars. “if you put it in your pocket now, the ocean won’t call the cops on you for stealing it.”

“no, this one ‘s for dada,” she insists, shoving the pretty blue seashell back into his hand.

“thank you, my mini angel,” he ruffles her hair, and you smile softly at the little exchange because though she may be enamored with her new discoveries at the beach, her father will always be one of her favorite wonders of the world.

“i ‘anna go find one for mama now!” she announces, and you wonder how she hasn’t run out of energy yet, but you nod and stand to your feet, dusting the sand away from the bottom of your swimsuit. your baby’s entire hand curls around your pointer finger, and she pulls you along with great effort.

you glance back at satoru and find that he’s watching the two of you head closer to the water, that uncharacteristically genuine smile still on his face, and you part your lips to call him to your side— where he’s always supposed to be.

“you didn’t think we’d let you slack off, did you? finding seashells is serious business, satoru!” you tease, pretty eyes crinkling with unbridled happiness, haloed by the waning sun and the orange dreamsicle sky that holds it. “hurry up!”

“wait for me just a little while, i’m coming to you,” he calls back, a lopsided grin spreading across his mouth before he raises the polaroid camera to his face, snapping one last candid photo of the two of you before he jogs towards his little piece of heaven.

but he doesn’t think he’s imagining things when the distance between heaven and earth keeps growing further and further apart—

“satoru, you can’t stand outside forever,” your voice is gentle as it speaks behind him, your hand laid delicately on his back in comfort; breaking the sorcerer out of deep reverie, the edges of the old memory fading, replaced by the pink paint of his daughter’s bedroom door that he’s been standing in front of for the last thirty minutes. his thumb brushes over the polaroid in his hand, the one that had been his salvation and his undoing in the prison realm. he’d taken it out without knowing, his eyes reading over the date written in his handwriting.

october 30, 2018

the picture of you with your daughter on your hip that he took at the beach all those years ago— that had been the last time he’d seen her.

four, no, five years?

his feet are nailed to the floor because change makes satoru shut down, and everything has changed since then.

while time was immeasurable and immovable inside of the prison realm for him, the clock had ticked on outside of it and just like that, his little girl is no longer three years old, giving him seashells that matches his eyes or hitting the back of his ankles with her big wheel or—

“you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you sigh. “you’ve been unsealed for months. you’re her father, no matter what.”

“i’m a stranger to her,” and to you, but he doesn’t say it. you had waited for him, in every aspect of the word. held out on hope and faith in his strength that he would return to your side, where he’s always supposed to be.

“you’re n—” but you’re cut off when the door opens to reveal your daughter standing on the other side. the child standing before him is almost unrecognizable. she’s much taller and older, wearing track pants underneath her school dress with ribbons in unruly waves of white hair. the last time he’d seen his daughter, she had been three years old and still learning things like colors and sight words and that feeding megumi’s demon dogs her vegetable purée was against the rules. now, gojo satoru was the father of an eight year old and he’d missed everything because of a mista—

“you can come in,” she says, blinking up at satoru with an expression void of emotion. “but i’m not finished with my homework so if you stay too long, you’ll bug me.”

“how did you know i was outside?” he whistles nonchalantly, unbothered by the attitude that she gives him. it fills him with bitter satisfaction that she isn’t excited to see him, that someone is angry that he failed, regardless if he won in the end. he can handle bratty children who hate him and only look at him as a tool for their success, he can’t handle a daughter who cried herself to sleep every night waiting for him while he was losing his sanity away in a cube.

or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“i could see you and mama through the door, duh,” she replies, hip cocked to the side in an amount of sass she had to pick up from you. “mama says i have your eyesight. i don’t really get it, but it makes it easy to cheat on tests.”

he could see it in the bright blue of her eyes, even if she hadn’t confirmed it. plain as daylight, she’s exactly like he was at that age. easily irritable and bratty, cocky and spoiled rotten. suffering from the weight of being an uncontested heir to an ancient dynasty at the age of elementary.

“i used six eyes to cheat on tests too,” he relates with pride, and then he bends down to her height, waving his palm. “sooo you probably got some questions about where i was—”

“not really. grandfather said you were sealed because you’re foolish and let weakness distract you.”

“you shouldn’t say things like that,” you scold, “apologize.”

“why? i don’t want to.”

your daughter turns, disappearing back into her room after that and seeming like she doesn’t care if satoru follows or not. your hand travels up the long expanse of satoru’s back in a soothing circle as you step closer.

“huh, that’s new.”

“sorry, she’s… i don’t know if acting out is the right term,” you say, pain in your voice. “she doesn’t really understand why she’s so different, or why you were … gone for so long. i know you didn’t want her around your family so i kept her away as best i could, but she started to have crippling migraines because she didn’t know how to use her ability and well… they were the only ones who knew how to help. filled her head with foolishness every time she visited the estate, though and it’s changed her.”

“huh,” is all he says, a broken record, tongue running across his inner lip in thought.

“do you need me?”

“what, you think i can’t handle her?”

“well, you were outside the door for a half hour, ‘toru.”

he shoots you a lopsided grin before he’s stepping into his daughter’s bedroom, glancing around at the unfamiliarity of it all. you follow close behind, watching with a heavy heart as he takes in the difference eight years can make.

her tiny baby crib has been traded for a poster bed decorated with a sanrio duvet and various stuffed animals where a laptop and study papers lay scattered on top. the angel themed decorations, along with her first ultrasound photo you and satoru had hung up in her nursery had been replaced by pink paint and pictures of her with a group of friends from school and a photo of her on a volleyball team.

he has to rip his gaze away.

“so,” he starts, standing in the center of the room and trying not to feel like an intruder, desperate for something to say— something to relate to her with. “how many episodes did i miss? did aya-chan ever get married?”

“i’m too old to play with dolls now, father,” she huffs, scrunching up her nose, and though satoru expected that exact answer, it doesn’t stop his heart from shattering into a million pieces. he feels that familiar itch, anger welling in his body until it burns at his fingertips because this is no one’s fault but his own. “don’t you know anything about me?”

“my bad, you’re a big kid now,” he snorts, even as his chest aches. he sits on the edge of her bed, flipping up one edge of the coloring book laying next to her laptop. “maybe you should start paying taxes.”

“i’m also too young to pay taxes. you really don’t know anything about me anymore,” she snaps, and she’s right— he doesn’t and it burns like saltwater on a wound. now he knows why you asked if he needed you; he’d hide behind you if he could, but he settles for flickering his eyes up to you helplessly.

you realize that neither of you can be upset with her for being angry that one of her favorite people vanished out of thin air. that while he was sealed, his clan had taken advantage of his absence and your powerlessness against them, and had begun spoiling your child rotten, teaching her how to use her ability— plumping her up for the inevitable day that she becomes her father’s successor, turning her against him.

“i think,” you say softly, leaning against the frame of the door. “that your dada— your father— would like to learn, though. he’s missed a lot, baby.”

she considers this for a long while, then she heaves a great sigh, hackles lowering. she scoots off the bed and before satoru can feel the hurt of figuring she doesn’t want to be near him, she does something unexpected. she moves one of her trophies out of the way to open her closet door, rummaging around for the longest before she yanks out a cardboard box you had labeled ‘donate one day since my snotty kid is a hag now’— it’s a box full of old dolls, covered in dust. she sits on her knees in front of the box, peering inside.

“aya-chan didn’t get married, but hinata-chan did,” she explains with an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes, taking out the dolls one by one and setting them on the floor in front of satoru’s feet.

“to the mailman that lived in your ugliest dollhouse?”

“you remember,” her eyes widen a little in surprise before her expression shutters again, smoothing out the doll’s colorful polyester dress before reaching back into the box and retrieving a brush covered in synthetic hairs. she looks at it for a while before extending her arm and offering the brush to her father. “aya-chan decided to be independent and explore the world. she’s planning to go on a trip soon so she needs to get ready. do y’wanna brush her hair?”

satoru is sliding off the bed and sitting cross-legged on the floor before he knows it, barely wanting to breathe because he doesn’t want to shatter the fragility of the moment between them. he takes the brush, and seconds later she hands him one of the dolls that had once upon a time been her favorite one that no one was allowed to touch. you would giggle at the delicate way he brushes the doll’s hair with utmost care and precision if you weren’t about to cry at the scene instead. “oh, and where’s she headed?”

“okinawa.”

“ponytail or messy bun then?” you don’t think you’re imagining the wobble in his voice. “to compliment her swimsuit.”

a tiny, hopeful smile twinkles over your lips at the two of them on the floor, babbling away to each other about the outlandish stories they’ve created together with her dolls. how many times had you offered to play with her, only for her to burst into tears because it wasn’t the same? you know that this won’t bridge the gap between the years that have been lost, but it’s a start. just hearing the soft murmurs of their conversation, the sound of your little girl giggling for the first time in ages, makes your heart swell.

time may be an undefeated opponent, and with it comes change that no one can control, but something tells you that as long as the three of you are together— everything will be okay.

you tiptoe out of the room, because they need time to catch up and apologize and reconnect, to learn one another once more, but before you close the door, you don’t think you’re mistaken when you hear, “can we go back to the beach too, dada?”

#little novels. #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo angst

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Just Like Old Times (Price x Reader + poly141)

Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141) Rated: Mature Word count: 2.9k Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life? Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀

EDIT: we have a PART 2!!

Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat

MASTERLIST // PART 2

It had been Laswell’s idea. 

The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.

Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.

He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training. 

It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face. 

“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”

“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.

Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”

Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.

❄️

The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms. 

You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.

❄️

The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least. 

“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish. 

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.

“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way. 

You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.

“Sorry, last one.”

Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.

“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation. 

When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago. 

You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.

❄️

The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world. 

The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good. 

You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.

❄️

You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.

Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices. 

“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”

You groan in response, but you go back in position.

“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.” 

Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.

“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.

“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.” 

He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.

The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks. 

The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.

❄️

Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.

They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold. 

The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.

You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you. 

They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you. 

It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars. 

He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks. 

“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm. 

Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.

“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

PART 2

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[vagabond-umlaut]

gray cashmere

Solitude makes many a tough decision too easy to make.

However, is one truly ever 'one'? Or are they 'one' from a collection of many such 'one's' — guaranteed to be affected by the actions of one another?

Strictly isolated systems are mere hypotheses, anyways.

[Alternatively: Amanai Riko's life overlaps with that of three young students from Tokyo Jujutsu High for only fifty-five hours, yet the effects they leave on her and the effects she leaves on them– they can be felt even after a period of one-hundred-and-fifty-five months.]

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! fem! reader; 4400 words of me trying my best to forget the horror of the 'Hidden Inventory Arc' by writing THE CANON-DIVERGENT FIC I DESPERATELY NEEDED TO FUNCTION ATP; riko is the little sister yours truly the reader never had; kuroi is the gentle sunshine on a winter afternoon; THE sweet romance between satoru & reader; suguru is the most awesome best friend and/or brother figure ever; FUSHIGURO TOJI IS HIS OWN WARNING; Hidden Inventory Arc Spoilers with Canon-Level Violence; Angst with a Happy Ending.

▸ notes: The reader's CT was to read others' thoughts freely without them knowing, but after a binding vow she undertook when young [disgusted with the way the old geezers governing the jujutsu society misused it for their personal gains], she lost it, gaining the ability to instantaneously kill an entity the moment she opts to read their mind in place. Not even a special-grade can stop her attack. Aniki = older brother in Japanese.

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ the gif, divider and characters used ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

DAY 1; 11:44

Yours is a beautiful, awful life when it's the one chosen for the sake of all.

Everyone everywhere will remain smiling, crying, speaking, yelling, moving – living, if put in a word– yet you'll be nothing more than a name and, if lucky, a fading face filed away in a mind. Yet, yet, yet– everyone everywhere will remain smiling, crying, speaking, yelling, moving— and one young Amanai Riko thinks that's what makes her fate so bearable.

Too bad one of her three bodyguards doesn't think along such lines.

"She's too young to die. Why is she even agreeing to this merger?"

Your quiet voice breaks Riko's scuttling from one room to another, in search of the things she needs for school.

Craning her neck, she peeks into the room, only to find you standing by the windows, holding a cup of tea delicately as you look intently at your companions. Geto's shoulders rise and fall in a short sigh. Gojo gets up from his slouch on the couch to drape an arm round you.

The girl thinks it's the softest she has seen the goggles-wearing boy appear in the time you all have been here.

(Honestly, this is the first time she is seeing Gojo act so careful and you, so disquietened, in the three hours the three of you have been here—

A jarring contrast to the way the boy introduced you as 'the coolest and hottest jujutsu sorcerer ever' who also happens to be his 'better half' while you greeted them with a beam (which did not reach your eyes) and turned away, focus switching to your beeping mobile.)

(Geto looked like an old grandpa then, when he whispered to Kuroi, a wide smile on his face as he looked at you, how difficult it was for the two of you to get together as a couple – and how happy and relieved he and your other friends are now, watching the two of you be so very in love with each other. Kuroi let out only a tiny quiet sigh with a small gentle smile at his words.)

Your boyfriend's voice pulls her away from her mind.

"You heard the brat, didn't you? She is Tengen-sama; Tengen-sama is her. So she isn't really going to die; she's going to live forever and ever and eve–"

"I thought I was the one who couldn't read between lines well in this relationship, 'Toru," you interrupt him, frowning. Riko finds it too hard to stifle the giggle that threatens to follow – albeit, the threat doesn't stay strong for long, vanishing away at your next words. Thrown into the room, a mix of visible anger and despair.

"The kid was obviously spouting all that nonsense, more as a means to convince herself than to convince us," you say; the young student considers bursting into the room, exclaiming she ain't a little kid, yet a voice in her urges her to stay put outside the door. Begrudgingly, she listens to it. You continue, tone the same as before.

"There's some part in Riko-chan which doesn't really want to merge with Master Tengen, but a burden once dumped on one's shoulders has to be carried, and Riko-chan has no option left but to choke that wily voice in her head until it quietens forever."

Gojo's eyes drift over to the door once. A bit startled and a lot scared, Riko shrinks into herself, yet budges not an inch from her spot. Focus returning to your puckered features, the junior high schooler watches him croon softly into your ears, "Babe, how about we discuss–"

"I don't think there'll be a later, Satoru," you say, then exhale air out in a burst of clear frustration, "And I seriously cannot understand how in this world you and Geto senpai can be so relaxed about this? Y'all are answering Yaga's calls as if Riko's an important but lifeless mail, while we three are some FedEx employees and not three sorcerers leading a girl a few years younger than us to her death, grinning and singing."

The cup in your grasp looks dangerously close to shattering; not to mention the way your cursed energy swells and swells until it comes too close to suffocating the hell out of her — it ebbs away faster than it came.

Face morphing into an easy smile, the girl watches you slip out from under your boyfriend's arm and walk over to her. She wishes the grin she shoots back is half as bright as she hopes it is.

"Hey, Riko-chan," you greet, voice shifting into a soothing melody, "Ready to go to school? Geto senpai's already called the driver. He must be waiting downstairs."

"Oh, I see," Riko responds, a bit lost as her gaze rakes over your face, then darts over to the two still in the room. The weird-bangs-sorcerer offers a small smile while he cuts an apple into slices. The other boy's eyes remain trained on the back of your head, upbeat nature nowhere to be seen.

She looks back at you. Kuroi asks her to hurry via a frantic yell of her name. The girl sighs and slowly moves into the direct line of sight of everyone.

"Have any of you seen a thin blue notebook anywhere? I can't find my music no– OH MY GOD, ONEE-CHAN!!! YOUR STUPID AS HECK BOYFRIEND DID NOT JUST MAKE PAPER PLANES OUT OF MY NOTES, DID HE!?!?"

———

DAY 2; 19:55

"Satoru is not really bad, y'know?"

Your comment arrives few hours and many adventures later – though Riko wonders how much of an adventure they were for you or the two upperclassmen of yours, given the way you three were kicking ass for the entirety of the time, both before and after Kuroi was captured.

Lips curving into a teasing smile – one which the woman, taking care of her since the latter's childhood, shares – the teenager returns her attention to you.

You blink back, a tiny smile playing with the corner of your lips before it widens, digging into your cheeks and crinkling your eyes.

"What?" you ask with a giggle, "Is there something on my face? Or is suggesting my boyfriend to be kind of good really that outlandish of a concept?"

"Hmm, do you want the nice answer or the honest answer?" Riko asks back, plopping a spoonful of the ice cream you bought, then breaking into a shiver as her brain freezes from how insanely cold it is. Neither you nor Kuroi bothering to hide your chuckles, you hum. "I'm not sure which I will find honest and which, nice; why don't you shoot both my way, Riko-chan?" you suggest then add, mirth gleaming in your voice, "Of course, when you're okay again, only then."

The girl thinks of retorting to you with a silent glare but opts to think better of it. Couple of minutes pass in almost silence, Kuroi and you chit-chatting about Okinawa in general while the three of you amble down the sidewalk lining the inky-black sea, casting eerie shadows in the sparse lights dotting the streets — when she decides to reply to your suggestion from before.

"I don't really think Gojo-san is a bad person," She says, stopping and offering you a smile over her shoulder. You too stop and accept it with a bright smile of your own.

Riko continues, "I mean, yeah, he's very, very annoying all the time – making fun of me and calling me a kid or brat – but if you chose him to be your boyfriend, I guess he's kind of fine. Maybe. Plus, you don't really seem to have a bad taste," she adds with an appreciative once-over at the sundress you're wearing.

You crack an amused grin. Riko turns to her caretaker. "C'mon, Kuroi. Tell onee-chan. She has a pretty nice taste in outfits, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, you do," the other woman is quick to agree with a kind grin, "I suppose Riko-sama is correct in saying this; although, Riko-sama..." trailing off, Kuroi smiles at the addressed girl the way she used to in her childhood, whenever the latter used to babble the stuff children always do, and gently rebukes.

"Having a good taste in outfits is not the best indicator of someone's taste in men. You must never view a person from an angle as shallow as that."

"Kuroi-san is right, Riko-chan," you pitch in your two cents an instant later, then cast the woman beside you a sly glance, "Though I wonder if that was an indirect criticism of 'Toru... I hope it wasn't – was it?"

"No, of course not," Kuroi denies with a small laugh. Riko watches you crack a freer smile at her words, which slowly softens when you move your gaze back to her. The ice cream in her hand seems four seconds away from melting; still the girl decides to ignore it in favour of giving you her undivided attention.

(Ever since she met you three, you've always struck the young girl as someone a bit... different.

From the way you train your focus on your opponents during a fight; to the way you speak, neither too loud nor too quiet, just the perfect loudness and pitch required to snatch everyone's attention and keep them for yourself; to the way you carry yourself, neither as pompous arrogant akin Gojo nor as discreet smug as Geto, but as a girl who is aware of her worth and won't hesitate to show another their place, if the need so arises.

Riko thinks if she lived a little longer, she might have wanted to make you her role model. Not that it matters now, though.)

Your musing voice break through her thoughts.

"Satoru was the one who suggested this trip," you say, sharing a half-smile with Kuroi, "The best option would have been to take you back to the school as soon as possible, where you and Kuroi-san would be safe and sound. Plus, our mission too would have been complete. An extra feather to our cap, given we delivered the Star Plasma Vessel to Tengen-sama and secured the foundations the entire Japan is based on. Yet he argu–"

You abruptly fall silent, the loving look on your face withering to one of helplessness and profound sadness when the ticking hands of the wrist watch you wear catches your eye; and you shove your emotions beneath a forced chuckle.

"Oh no, it's almost eight," you say, a faux buoyancy to your words, "Do you wanna go back to the hotel and have dinner there, Riko? Or some place outside, maybe? Our schedule's packed tomorrow – our littlest Riko-chan needs some good sleep tonight to not be fussy tomorrow, doesn't she?"

Glancing at Kuroi, only to find her with the same tense cheerfulness, Riko stifles a sigh and parts her lips into a mirthful beam she doesn't feel at all.

"I really wanna try the soki soba and the yashigani. Do you know any good restaurants nearby?"

You nod exaggeratedly, lips thinning into a solemn line though the faint ray of fun can still be made through the grey clouds cast over your irises. "Don't you worry, Riko sama. Your two faithful servants will certainly find a place to dine to your liking. You just keep being the cute little princess that you are."

The girl opens her mouth to snap back at being called a little girl yet again – you aren't very different from your boyfriend, after all – then shuts it, then opens it again, a teasing giggle wanting to bubble out.

"Y'know, onee-chan," she says, skipping over to you and smiling in an innocent fashion, "I answered your second question, but I never gave a reply to the first one – you wanna know it?"

You take a second before shrugging. "Um, yeah, why not?"

Throwing a mischievous glance to Kuroi, who hides her mouth with a palm and looks away, shoulders shaking a little, Riko returns her eyes to your expectant smile. And beckoning you to come near, whispers.

"There isn't anything on your face. But the foundation's on your neck and shoulders is kind of off, I guess. Were you bitten by a bug, onee–"

An obnoxiously cheery ringtone cuts the girl off. Your face burning a deep hue of coyness, she watches you pluck your phone out of your bag, then walk a few steps away, voice dropping to a hushed murmur – which takes a minute before growing shrill then silent. Your cheeks and ears sport the deepest shade of red Riko's ever seen.

Asking them for a little more time, grin so sheepish and flustered, you whirl on your heels and walk a couple of feet away, your hand fiddling with the Okinawa keychain your boyfriend bought you today at noon.

Lips quirking in a fond smile, Riko looks away from your shy giggling figure to the chuckling Kuroi, to the big ocean waves crashing on the sands below.

Yeah, it might've been good to have a chance at a bit longer life.

———

DAY 3; 15:08

This is not good.

Oh heavens no. This is so not good.

Tears springing forth and streaming down her cheeks, Riko moves to take a step towards you. Then, stills when you put up a bloodied hand asking her to stop. Face scrunched into a smile which, the little vessel knows, conveys nothing of the agony tearing at your insides; you cast a glance at the gaping hole in your palm, then drift your gaze back to her.

Something acidic and pungent surges to the girl's mouth — though not at you, never at you – but at herself, the sole reason why you're clutching your profusely bleeding wound, left by the bullet originally meant for her; why Geto stands shocked and numb, with a hundred curses looming round the room, ready to attack at the slightest hint of an order; why Gojo's probably lying near the torii gates, dead and swarmed by cursed maggots �� if what she heard less than a minute back, isn't a lie, that is.

Judging from the sharp gasp of air you drew in then — it isn't, Riko thinks.

Your smile stays as pathetically serene as ever; the only traitor now being those rivulets of grief carving their courses on your face. You part your lips in a heart-wrenching plea.

"Run, Riko-chan. Run to a place far from here. Somewhere none can find you. And don't ever come back. Please."

Shaking her head a 'No!' as fiercely as she can, the girl bites back her sobs. A cold hand pulls her by the shoulder towards the entrance; she keeps her feet firmly planted to the ground.

Everything was going so, so well– why then did this abominable man have to appear out of nowhere and upend everything in her life? Only when she realized she did not want to be the sacrifice for the sake of everyone else, and that, she too could afford an ounce of selfishness — why then did this man have to appear and extinguish that singular flame of hope lit in her world? Why, why, why—

A harsh bark of a laughter barges into her thoughts.

Your eyes develop a pinch of panic as they travel from the man you froze in the entrance to them, then back to him. The victim of your cursed technique sneers.

"You're that girl with the psychic powers, aren't ya? Thought you can only use your power to kill a person; since when can you freeze them like a statue, eh— can see, hear and feel everything, but can't move a single muscle, except to speak, huh? Or, no, wait–" A second raucous laugh rings through the halls and corridors; you clench your wounded hand into a fist so tight, she thinks she too can feel the pain weighing on your senses right now.

The assassin jeers, "You must be so, so tired to not be able to kill this poor cursed energy-less bastard, hm? And on top of all that, you also must not have refined the technique enough to shut me up, yeah?" A vein throbs in your temple; the man speaks, more gleeful than ever.

"And given how I'm slowly losing the numbness in my arms and legs... your technique is so fucking weak, girl. And the jujutsu society called you their messiah, eh? Fucking fools, the whole lot. Their six eyes in a pool of his blood outside while their other trump card's soon to meet a similar miserable end at this monkey's hands. How funny, ain't it?"

Giving no semblance of a reply to him, you turn your eyes back to her – no, to Geto who's standing behind her – and urge him, so desperate and desolate, every breath you take a short jerky heave of your chest, "Take Riko somewhere safe, senpai. And don't return till you've gotten help. Now, go. Quick."

Craning her neck upwards, the teenager catches a glimpse of the boy grasping her shoulder firmly — hoping he'll refuse to listen to you and stay right there, fighting the monster right beside you — but finds no fragment of dissent on his face.

Extreme reluctance? Yes.

Profound melancholy? Yes.

Stifling resignation? Yes, yes, yes.

But dissent? No.

It makes an appearance, now and then, but never persists for long.

She makes yet another attempt to get closer to you.

"Onee-chan, no," Riko begs, snarling and thrashing from under Geto's unyielding hold on her arm now, "please don't do this. I wanna live my life to the fullest, but I cannot if I don't have y'all beside me. So, you–"

"Riko-chan, no–"

"–ask me to go away like an escapist coward–"

"Riko-chan, listen–"

"–staying right over here, next to–"

"RIKO!"

The harsh call of her name makes the girl stumble and stutter. It isn't you who called her so; it's Geto, peering down at her with moisture in his eyes. An ugly sob crawls out her throat. He mumbles, "You're way too young to understand all this, but know that, if you're out there in the world– safe, free and happy– the Star Plasma Vessel mission can be marked successful only then. Whatever sacrifices all of us made or are going to make today," a glance at you shows the bittersweet smile you're wearing; Riko's wails worsen, "they won't make any sense if, at the end of the day, you're harmed. So, please listen to us and escape with Kuroi-san, yeah?"

The man to her not-so-distant left flexes his fingers a bit. The three of you look at him before looking at one another. You look a few minutes away from passing out, skin paling and breaths growing labored with every second that elapses.

Eyes screwn shut, Riko lets go of the fight she was harbouring in her body. Geto's voice breaks with unshed moisture. "Try not to die, kid. I already lost a best friend today, don't wanna lose a sister too."

Riko doesn't need to open her eyes to know your reaction; the heart-rending sob paired with the "No promises, aniki," you let out tells her enough – before your cursed energy expands yet again, and a chilled palm pulls her by the hand into a swift run, the hit of her shoes on the floor echoing in the stuffy underground air.

Air which soon switches from the suffocation of ancience to that of blood and death — the teenager takes but a moment to realize who the person is. Biting down harshly on her lower lip, she swallows the raw anguish tearing her sinews apart, and keeps her eyes shut firm.

Willing the darkness reigning behind her eyelids to overtake every part of her body – especially her mind, being hurtled one memory after another, and another – Kuroi making her lunch for school; Kuroi teaching her to tie her braids; Kuroi congratulating for every success of hers and supporting her after every failure, be it big or small; Kuroi being the family she once thought she had lost in a car crash–

The sharp ding of the lift and the crackling warmth of the sun on her tear-stained cheeks are the last two things Riko registers, before the world round her fades away into a noiseless black — finally.

———

DAY 4718; 16:02

"Anableps can see both above and below the water at the same time, y'know?"

The statement and the awed "Woo!" that follows it rouses Riko from the siesta she was teetering on the brink of. She yawns and rubs her eyes. Then yawns again, a bit more subdued this time, considering a family walks past her.

Uni's been very stressful of late, and to top it all off, the woman who's supposed to handle this shift has called in sick – so, as fucking same as before, the manager is gonna call in some newbie to work instead.

The newbie being none other than Riko – very unfortunately – on a tiring Friday afternoon as today.

At least, the job pays well and she gets to spend time explaining fish and their world to excited kids, plus the occasional one or two adults who look a touch different from their usual bored indifference.

But, of course, there's always a group of friends who come bounding in.

Worse than a class of kindergarten children fighting for the single toy of a dinosaur their teacher has brought — Riko avoids such crowds of like the plague. Storming past them, turning down their query, asking a coworker to fill in for her – the young grad student applies all tricks and methods known to her to escape the situation.

To escape the familiar buzz of cheer and enthusiasm.

To escape the familiar weight of nostalgia and gloom.

To escape the—

"Um, miss, where can we find the whale sharks' tank? Heard it's the main attraction here... And, uh, we're also a little lost, actually."

Trains of thought thrown off-track, the young woman squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them again, a customer service smile flitting onto her lips as she turns back. And holds back a very exasperated groan. Why the fuck did Mio had to leave for a snacks break now of the innumerable times she could have gone before? And why does this crowd have to be the very thing she hates dealing with? Ugh... Never mind–

"Just turn to your left, go down the corridor, then to your right. You'll find the whale sharks there."

The pink-haired boy accepts the reply with a nod and a bright thanks, before the black-haired boy places a hand on his shoulder and he falls quiet. The latter looks strangely familiar, Riko thinks... ignoring it, she shoots the boys a quizzical smile. "Is there anything else you would to like to ask or—"

"You're my mom's friend. I've seen your pictures at home," he cuts her off, brows furrowing. His friend looks at him, so perplexed, not much unlike how Riko's feeling. He pays no mind, continuing, "You attended a Catholic school, love music and aquatic life, and have an obsession with coconut crab meat and soba, don't you?"

"Megumi..." A slightly older girl standing behind them with two girls donning identical t-shirts, begins in a lightly chastising tone, but the tour guide feels she's miles away from them. Catholic school, music lessons, aquariums, soki soba, yashigani, Okinawa... it simply cannot be you—

"Tsumiki! Mimiko!" A voice, Riko once was under the impression she'll never be hearing again, except in nightmares, rings through the near-empty hall of the aquarium, soon followed by the appearing of a face she thought she'll never see again, except in the sole photograph left with her on the phone Geto gave her, besides 5000 円 and contacts he asked her to get in touch with, as soon as possible, that evening a good twelve years ago in Osaka.

You reach a stop before the group, a young brown-haired girl trailing you with a worried scowl on her face. Dumbstruck, Riko watches you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"I can understand Nana-chan's phone is busy being used in clicking photos but the same excuse cannot be extended to you, can it? No. So, why on earth can't any of you four pick your mobile up when I'm calling you, hm? Or please don't tell me the batteries are dead. Again."

The blonde girl, presumably Nana-chan, smiles smugly while three out of the addressed four kids shoot a sheepish smile your way. Your frown slowly gives way to a fond grin and you huff a chuckle, shaking your head – which only grows in intensity when the girl following you lets out an annoyed hmph! and launches into a tirade how extremely worried the two of you were and how much dumb and careless them five are.

Eyes welling over with emotions percolated over the course of many, many years, Riko watches you grin so freely — only for it to still and fade when the spiky-haired boy says he has met your friend from the photograph, and you look from him to her standing inconspicuously, half-hidden in the shadows.

A painfully slow second passes.

The entire gaggle of kids falls quiet at the disbelieving watery chuckle you let out. Taking two steps forwards, she offers you a mirror image of your expression.

"Told you the aquarium's fun, didn't I?"

A call of your name bounces off the grey walls in a saccharine tone: Riko knows instinctively, can be no one's except one blue-eyed and white-haired bastard's. You cast a glance at the tall man rushing to you, then return your gaze to her, with the same radiant beam you gave on that day twelve years back, when Riko first expressed her real thoughts out in the air.

The young woman wastes no moment before running to you and engulfing you in the tightest hug she can possibly manage, tears rushing down her face. Your gentle voice shushes her, the way an elder sister would do to a younger sister.

Riko's lips stretch in the widest and freest grin she has felt in forever.

Joyful and thankful her onee-chan is finally back in her life, giving the added length it received some much-needed hues — 'cause a longer life is obviously good but it's the best when your life is long and spent with your near and dear ones.

▸ notes: The reader was in the process of developing and perfecting a new CT, hence her CE was so unstable – spiking and ebbing – besides the fact it drained her energy like hell. Toji was a smart man, he figured it out pretty quickly and easily. [And for the ppl who're wondering how the reader was able to stop the attack on Riko: she used a tendril of thoughts emanating from a person's mind to detect their presence, instead of their cursed energy remains.] [She can't read those thoughts, though.]

▸ masterlist

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[earl-grey-teacake]

Baby!Loscar Oneshot- Stuffed Animals

I can't write 1k+ fics on the weekdays so please accept this little piece as a Valentines day gift! Everyone I've met has been so kind so I wanted to say thank you for being interested in my work.

❤️

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar held up the teddy bear and shook it.

"Yes, Oscar. That's Logan's bear." Lando said, not looking up from Carlos's computer. The two of them were debating over Winter break plans.

"Lo!Lo!" His voice becoming angrier and any parent could tell this was the precursor to tears and tantrums.

"I know, baby. But Logan is on vacation with his parents and we can't call them right now. It's really late in California."

Oscar, who had no understanding of time zones, or really time for that matter, stomped his foot. Lando thought he looked like a rabbit thumping it's legs and found it incredibly cute, but refrained from laughing since it would likely earn the toddler's ire.

"Logan will be back soon. He gave you his teddy bear to hold onto until then." Lando smiled and picked Oscar up.

He shook the bear and played with its arms, but it only made Oscar hug it tighter. The last time he didn't hug it tightly, Carlos had put the poor bear in the washer. Oscar watched helplessly through the glass screen as the last thing he had from his best friend be violently thrown around in the washing machine. Carlos would defend his actions by saying it was necessary since Oscar dropped it in a puddle on their morning walk.

"Lo..." Oscar hugged the bear tightly to his chest.

"It'll be okay. Logan will be home before you know it. Besides, he has to return your koala to you." Carlos reached over, laughing at how much tighter Oscar held onto the bear.

****

"Ko-a-la. Can you say Koala?" George enunciated.

"Ko-a." Logan tried his best, the gray koala hugged tightly to his chest.

"No, cola is the soda. Ko-a-la."

"Ko-a."

"No." George said flatly.

"He's too little, Georgie. He can't pronounce words like that." Alex laughed, sitting on the other side of the bed with Logan sitting propped up on a pillow between them.

Logan held up the stuffed toy for Alex to see. "O! O!"

"Yes, that's Oscar's koala."

Logan pointed to George's phone that was sitting on the bed and waved the koala around. "O! O!"

"I'm sorry, you can't call Oscar right now. It's 2:00 AM over there." Alex gently said.

Logan looked over to George with the biggest, pleading eyes George had ever seen in the hopes of getting a different response. "No, it is just too late to call right now. There's an eight hour time difference."

"O?" Logan said softly. Maybe this time will be it. Maybe if he asked it softly, his parents can let him call Oscar. He hasn't talked to Oscar in a week.

George picked up Logan and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay. You'll see Oscar again soon."

When Logan fell asleep, Alex carefully extracted the koala from his grasp and brought it over to the sink to be cleaned. "I thought he was never going to let go of that toy."

"I'm amazed, it dried properly considering he threw it into the pool twice." George laughed.

****

"Lo!"

"O!"

The two babies reached out for each other as Oscar was placed in the play pen. The clapped, and hugged and chattered on in their own little language and in their own little world.

"Here's Logan's bear. It's already been in the washer twice since Oscar keeps dropping it on our walks." Lando handed it over to Alex. "He throws it and then cries when we washes it."

"Here's Oscar's koala. At least he lets to wash it, we have to wait until he falls asleep because extracting it from his arms."

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #galex #alex albon #george russell #logan sargeant #carlando #carlos sainz #lando norris #oscar piastri #Baby!Loscar

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

~~

“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets. 

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?” 

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.” 

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too. 

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth. 

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered. 

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head. 

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table. 

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately. 

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation. 

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You didn't even look.” 

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.” 

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side. 

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.” 

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head. 

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.” 

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged. 

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow. 

~

Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine. 

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door. 

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you. 

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged. 

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian. 

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist. 

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back. 

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed. 

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. 

~

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin. 

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.” 

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch. 

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table. 

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him. 

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon. 

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him. 

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another. 

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest. 

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.  

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s. 

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”   

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch. 

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.  

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced. 

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air. 

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment. 

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer. 

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?”  You squeezed his hand in yours. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment. 

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon. 

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?” 

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon. 

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.  

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #jon kent x reader #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent x gender neutral reader #emerson writes sometimes

[meo-on-prairie]

Pulmonaria

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Prompt: “You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love // The slowest way is never loving them enough”

Words count: 2844

Tags: ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, fluff if you take out the James Webbs Space telescope, pain train all the way, not a happy ending, mention of blood and death, idiot to lovers a little too late, it’s not happy, highschool au, hanahaki au

Rambling: if you see this fic as “Pulmo flower” this is the revamp of that lmao, I posted it years ago and deactivated my entire account cuz i was insecure about my creativity, but i’m working on that. By re-releasing what I think is my proudest work. Please listen to “High Infidelity - Taylor Swift” and “Heather - Conan Gray” for this fic. 

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XX03 Daisy: innocence 

He gave me a Daisy when we first met— a wildflower he picked at the entrance of the playground, shoving it in my face as I sat on the swing. Grinning from ear to ear when he asks, “will you be my friend?”. And every birthday from then on, without fail, Daisies would be shoved to my face. Those damn Daisies occupied my lungs, took my breath away. 

XX09 Sunflower: unconditional love 

We’re inseparable, attached by the hip. It’s easier to count the times where we’re not together. I don’t know when it started, but he became my air, although sometimes it was hard to breathe, it’s hardest to breathe when he isn't near. The pressure in my chest became so great that it often forced out violent coughing fits. They are often violent and painful, sometimes unbearable, they feel like my lungs are trying to force something out that is incapable beyond reach. Until one day, those violent coughs forced me into unconsciousness. 

White. The first color that I saw when I opened my eyes. Cold and harsh white of the hospital room. the color white, it’s in everything I hate. White is the color of the hospital room glaring at me mockingly, laughing at the fact that I have a weak body. White is the color of snow signaling the arrival of winter and the freezing uncomfortable cold. White is also the color of his stupid hair, a painful reminder of someone I can never have. I hate the painful white color. 

But maybe the color white isn’t so bad if it allows yellow to shine so brightly. The Sunflowers on the table caught my attention from the corner of my eyes, the flowers warmed up the whole room instantly, funny how a speck of yellow can warm up the cold white room. The small note of the familiar handwriting attached to one of the flowers makes the flowers shine even brighter. "Get well soon! :( love and miss you a lot ~ Satoru". Slowly, painfully, I can feel the sunflowers blooming, occupying another space in my lungs, making it harder to breathe, especially without him. 

XX11 Cornflower: young love

Legend has it that Cornflowers were worn by young men in love; if his love was returned they would remain bright and fresh, if not they would wither away quickly. He gave me Cornflowers during freshmen orientation. Everything about cornflowers was annoying, the color was too bright and it hurt my eyes. It's a weak flower and dies easily, withering in two days. It reminded me of how similar I am to it, weak and annoying; both wither away when our love is not returned. But at the same time, it gave me hope… 

“Why Cornflowers?”

“They just look bright and pretty, something vibrant for a new chapter in our life right?”

“Right… of course.” 

Of course, there wouldn’t be any deep meaning to them. Hope is for fools.

XX14 Heather: admiration

November brings around the freezing cold of winter, I have always disliked the cold, it made breathing harder than it already was. When the bell for lunch rang, I quickly packed my bag to go meet up with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko at the cafeteria.

To my surprise, Satoru wasn’t with them. The three of us went to get food anyway since all the good foods will be all gone if we’re late to the line. Satoru arrived at the cafeteria a few minutes later, with an unfamiliar girl trailing behind him. 

“Sorry I was late, I was trying to convince someone to join us” he explained quickly before turning his body sideways, “We got paired together for a project for Physics, she just moved here so be nice to her.”

“Hi, I’m Areum” she spoke softly, her shyness written all over her face. She was absolutely gorgeous, the soft curls of her long hair framed her face perfectly. She has a small figure, the clearly oversized sweater she’s wearing made her look adorable, a sight for sore eyes. Compared to her I’m not even half as pretty.

“Hello Areum, I’m Suguru, I see you’re wearing Satoru’s sweater,” he said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the blush that quickly appeared on both Satoru’s and Areum’s faces. 

“S-She looked like she was about to freeze over in that room alright?!” Satoru defended hotly. 

“Sure thing buddy” Shoko joined Suguru on the teasing-Satoru-bandwagon before smiling at Areum, “My name is Shoko, by the way!”

I reached my arms out to flick Suguru and Shoko on their forehead, “stop teasing the poor girl!”

“Hi Areum, I’m Y/n, Satoru’s childhood friend, sorry you got stuck with that doofus for a Physics project of all thing” I joked, offering her a gentle smile while ignoring Satoru’s pouty complaints of something along the line of he’s not that bad at Physics.

Areum let out a shy giggle at my comment before sitting down to join our table. The four of us quickly settled into a comfortable atmosphere as we got to know Areum better, asking her the reason for her transfer so late into the school year, among other things. 

The entire time, Satoru’s eyes never strayed away from Areum’s face. His smile got wider every time she laughed. His gaze toward her made my stomach somersault and me feeling nauseous. They’re the same gazes I had toward him. It slowly gets harder to breathe as pressure builds up in my throat. I forced the cough that threatened to escape down, I was probably overthinking it anyway. 

But that feeling of nausea never went away. It only gets worse as the week comes and goes, especially when almost all of the conversations between me and Satoru had always led to her. I started to see him less and less since he always declined invitations to hang out with: “Sorry, I promised Areum that I would study Physics with her.”

Ever since Areum joined our little group, she got Satoru mesmerized. They’re practically attached by the hip, never one without the other. It was suffocating to see them together all the time. But how could I hate her? She was an absolute angel. Always speaking softly and gently, always kind to everyone around her. Hell, she noticed whenever I started to struggle for air when no one else did. I wish I could hate her even just a little bit, maybe then it wouldn’t be as painful.

XX15 Rose: romance  

February 14th, probably the most annoying day of the year. The school ground is littered with pink and red, people carrying flowers, balloons, chocolate, and stuffed animals in different sizes around, blocking up the already crowded hallway. 

Some couples walk around, others busy sucking each other face off in a corner, and god knows what some of those freaks are doing in the bathroom stalls. I wish this day would be over already, everything is suffocating. I make my way through the hoard of people professing their undying love to each other in the schoolyard. Finally, I reached my first-period class, reaching my hand out to tug open the door when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Satoru with one hand waving in the air like a madman and the other carrying a single pink rose. 

“Y/n! Hi!” He greeted me after coming to a stop in front of me.

“Good morning to you too, Satoru,” I said with a smile.

He shoved the pink rose he’s holding to my face with the bunny smile gracing his lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

I guess some old habits die hard after all, “Thanks, Satoru” I chuckled lightly as I accepted the flower. 

We stood there for what felt like forever until he started, “Y/n, so I----” the bell ring cutting Satoru off.

“Shit, gotta go, my first class is on the opposite side of campus, I’ll see you after school okay? Bye Y/n” He said quickly before running off. 

What was he about to say? Curse that damn bell, I swear that thing has the worst timing. I look down at the pink flower. The pink petals look soft and fluffy, a small pink rose starts to bloom in my lungs along with budding of hope. “No Y/n, you idiot, didn't you say that hope is for fools? Stop it before you get hurt!”. But I know it's already too late, I can't seem to control the smile that's growing on my lips and the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. 

Maybe... Just maybe... he feels the same way. Maybe I was wrong about his feelings toward Areum. After all, he gave me a rose, the one flower that shouted “love” louder than any other flowers. This could be my chance to tell him how much he means to me. Suddenly, Valentine’s day became the most exciting day of the year. Bringing the rose closer to my nose, I can't wait to see him after school...

When the last bell signaling the end of the day rang, I practically bolted out of the room to meet Satoru at our usual spot. Excitement filled my body, I felt lighter than ever, but also nervous at the same time.

I arrived at the schoolyard to see a huge group of people crowding around in a circle blocking the way to our usual spot. I rolled my eyes as I prepared mentally to push through the crowd. 

With great difficulty, I started to join the crowd and maneuvered myself through the hoard of people while repeating "excuse me" over and over again. Eventually, I reached the other side of the human barrier, I breathed deeply and prepared to do it once again before looking up. The sight that greeted me when I looked up filled me with dread. My stomach dropped and I felt nauseous. The flowers in my lungs are multiplying, making it harder to breathe. I can feel my heart tighten up in my chest. 

Standing in the middle of the circle of people is Satoru, holding a bouquet of red roses, looking as handsome as when I last saw him. Light pink coating his cheeks, there is nervousness in his eyes as he stands in front of Areum, who is having both hands covering up half of her face. Surprises grace her beautiful form. Standing behind them are Shoko and Suguru, they're both holding up a giant sign that reads "will you be my Valentine?" with a glittery cursive font. Both of their faces show excitement as they look at Satoru and Areum. 

I held my breath as I prayed for whatever deity above for her to say no. Unfortunately, they seem to hate me with a burning passion. I watch as she nods slowly before exclaiming "yes!". I watch as Satoru lets out a sigh and then smiles brightly. The same smile that can light up the whole room. The same smile that makes me fall hopelessly in love with him. I watch them walk toward each other as people around them cheer loudly. I watch as Satoru shyly gives Areum the rose and she accepting them just as shyly. I watch as they embrace each other with wide smiles gracing their lips and people hollering and wolf-whistling around them. 

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. The flowers are multiplying too quickly, filling up my lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. I need to get out of here. I turned around abruptly, forcing my way through the crowd of people. Once I'm out of the circle, I break into a sprint. I ran and ran and ran and ran. I don't know where, I just want to be as far away from that crowd as possible. My lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, but I kept running until I could no longer hear the cheering of people and dropped down to the ground. 

I tried inhaling to no avail. It hurt so much. Every time I try to inhale or exhale it would feel like needles are being scraped against the walls of my lungs. It's painful, no, fuck that, it's torturous, everything hurt like hell, the pain is agonizing. It makes me want to rip out my heart and lung and throw them far away to ease the pain in my chest. 

Pressure slowly builds up in my throat and it gets itchier and itchier forcing me to let out a cough. That cough is followed by another one, and another one, and another one until I'm coughing uncontrollably. My body doubled over and shook violently as I wheezed for air. I covered my mouth with my hands as I coughed into them. I choked violently before I felt wetness on my hands. 

I pulled my hands away from my face and looked down on them, holding back another cough. In my hand, a pool of blood and flower petals. The warm yellow of sunflowers, the cold white of daisies, and the gentle pink of roses are being dyed by the red of blood. Tears blurring my vision as I throw myself into another coughing fit. More blood was forced out of my body along with more flower petals. 

Suddenly my lungs started to burn even more. I cough harshly as something bigger than the petals force its way out of my throat and onto the floor, joining the existing puddle of blood. A pink rose. Soon enough the more flowers and blood forced their way out of my body to join the puddle of blood under me where the rose and flower petals lie. It hurts like hell with each cough, but... It became easier and easier to breathe after each time. 

When the last daisy fell into the pool of blood, the coughing fit stopped. The burning stopped along with the pain in my chest. The numbness I felt was almost exhilarating. My body felt lighter than ever, it felt like I was floating on clouds. I take in a deep breath and slowly exhale as darkness takes over me. 

XX16 Tiger Lily: “Please love me”

A figure of a man holding a bouquet walks silently toward the cemetery. His lean frame is adorned with a thick jacket to protect him from the harsh cold of winter, his form feels lonely as if a part of him is missing, gone from this world completely. The sun is setting over the horizon, coloring the sky in bright orange and pink. But Satoru couldn't care less, his world has lost all of its colors a while ago. The beauty of this world only appears dull to him, nothing can be pretty in a world without her. 

He walks solemnly through the cemetery, passing by the countless headstones. Until he reached one in particular. The headstone looks relatively new compared to the ones surrounding it. The writing on it read: "Y/n, XX97 - XX15, 'Loving you silently'". 

Satoru kneels in front of Y/n's grave as tears slowly spill from his eyes, blurring his vision. He placed the bouquet of Tiger Lilies in front of her grave, joining the other flowers that were already there from visitors earlier that day. He sat there regretfully silent as tears spilled from his eyes. 

"Hey Y/n, How have you been?" he greets.

"I hope you’re doing well.” He lets out a forced chuckle, "Everyone has been missing you. Especially your mom, she cried everyday for months after you’re gone. She has been doing better now though, so you don't have to worry too much, I’ll take care of her in your stead."

Satoru let out a shaky breath as more tears spilled out from his eyes, “I miss you every damn day, I miss you so much that it’s hard to breathe. Fuck, I can’t look at daisy flowers without crying anymore!"

“I miss your smile that brightened up the whole room. I miss your eyes that held the universe. I miss your comforting voice” he said while choking up as tears fell harder from his glistening blue eyes, "But more than anything, I miss you who felt like home...”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot and realizing when it was already too late, you deserve so much better than my pathetic self” He sobs pitifully.

Satoru sat there with his back hunched over as tears fell endlessly from his eyes. At that moment, he looks small and fragile, as if we would break from a single touch. With each passing minute, it got harder and harder for him to breathe. His lungs begin to burn as the pressure slowly builds up in his throat, forcing him to violently cough up flower petals and blood. When the coughing fit died down, he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off of his lips. Slowly, he stood back up before glazing at the headstone longingly. 

“I’ll see you soon, Y/n,” he whispered with a bitter smile as he began to walk away.

#gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #satoru #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo angst #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo

[stormyoceans]

VICE VERSA (RE)WATCH 2024

with last twilight ending and no show to replace it on friday yet, i thought this might be a good time to do a vice versa community rewatch and maybe give an excuse to all the new jimmysea fans to watch the show for the first time if they didn't get around to it.

the schedule: from february 2 to may 9

as this is quite sudden and im hoping to reach as many people as possible, i thought we could do one episode per week, without having only a single set date but rather a range of days where each one of us can decide when to watch it. so the schedule would look like this:

feb 02 - feb 08: ocean blue (ep 1)

feb 09 - feb 15: forest green (ep 2)

feb 16 - feb 22: soft blush (ep 3)

feb 23 - feb 29: deep magenta (ep 4)

mar 01 - mar 07: winter white (ep 5)

mar 08 - mar 14: fire yellow (ep 6)

mar 15 - mar 21: sunset orange (ep 7)

mar 22 - mar 28: cloudy gray (ep 8)

mar 29 - apr 04: midnight black (ep 9)

apr 05 - apr 11: pink (ep 10)

apr 12 - apr 18: real red (ep 11)

apr 19 - apr 25: crystal clear (ep 12)

apr 26 - may 02: faded pink? (our skyy ep 1)

may 03 - may 09: multicolor (our skyy ep 2)

how to watch: youtube (main series + our skyy)

what to do: watch or rewatch the episodes

that's pretty much the only mandatory thing that is required to do, but if you feel like it you can also:

liveblog your watch

share your favorite scene(s) from the episode

pick your top weekly outfit

reblog old and new posts

create content like memes, fics, gifs, edits, etc.

anything you want!!!!!

if you do any of these tho, please tag your posts with #vvrewatch24 so people can find them!!!!

the main goal i hope to achieve with this is for everyone to just have fun and maybe find some comfort. a big thank you in advance to anyone who will consider participating or even just sharing this post!!!!

#this is a thing i guess ;;;;;;; #im not sure how you do these things but i've tried my best ;;;;;;; #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #vice versa #vice verse the series #vvrewatch2024 #m: txt

[syddsatyrn]

❄️Stuck Without Rules❄️

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Smut, swearing, drug use, cigarettes, intercourse, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names, Characters are all 18+

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 2.5k

☆Summary: Winter has finally made it to Hawkins covering the town in a white blanket of snow. You head over to your crush’s house to jam out but the snow day quickly turns into a snow storm and you’re stuck at Eddie’s. Turns out that trailer gets pretty cold when the power goes out. Eddie has a few ideas on how to keep warm.

☆Notes: This fic is apart of a holiday prompt challenge @hellfiremunsonn and I are doing for our Christmas event. You can find that post Here. We will be doing holiday prompts and request all month long so come join us!

☆Prompt: Snow day/snow storm

It was far too early for a phone to be ringing in your apartment. The damn thing is all the way in the living room too so you’re forced to leave your warm nest of blankets. With a groan, you crawl out of bed, taking the comforter with you. It felt like the floor was coated with a sheet of ice as you made your way to the receiver mounted on the wall.

“...Hello?” You wearily greeted the mystery caller.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Eddie replies teasingly.

“Eddie? Why are you calling me this early?”

“It snowed last night and my tires suck.” He claims.

“What?” You're clearly still half asleep.

“Look out the window, dork.”

The gravel gray skies were bare and cloudless, fluffy white snow smothered the ground and everything else it could reach. There had to be about three, maybe four inches of snow. A couple of neighborhood kids are tossing snowballs and chasing each other in the street.

“I was uhh, wondering if you’d wanna come over and jam? I just bought new strings and I picked some really good green.” Eddie offers, a slight nervous tone in his voice.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in a bit.” You smile behind the phone.

This isn't uncommon, for your crush to invite you to his place for a jam sesh. You both play lead guitar, so you immediately bonded after a “battle of bands” show. He plays a red warlock NJ series, you play a green fender Stratocaster. Your friends still make fun of you for “literally having heart eyes” as he shredded the solo to “Running with the Devil” By Van Halen.

It did take you a little longer than usual to get dressed due to how many layers you added hoping it helps you combat the cold. Your car heater isn't exactly in the best condition. You packed up your guitar in its soft case, grabbed your keys, and took off.

The weather looked okay, it doesn't seem like it’s going to snow again. The sky looks pretty clear, the roads look manageable. It shouldn't be too difficult to navigate your way to Eddie’s. Let's just hope your tires don’t suck too.

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You pulled into Eddie’s trailer park, it was a pretty safe ride. A couple of slides here and there, but nothing you couldn't handle. Your boots crunched through the freshly powdered snow as you walked up to the front steps. You swallowed your nerves and knocked on the door, heavy footsteps walked through the house, the closer they got the further your stomach sank. I mean, you’ve been to Eddie’s before, several times. But that doesn't make it any less nerve-wracking.

Eddie opens the door and smiles, that same charming smile that wipes your mind clean of any coherence. “Hey! I’m glad you made it in one piece.” He says, motioning you inside. His hand meets the small of your back as you enter and your skin feels like it’s on fire despite the many layers you had on. You remove your boots and leave them next to the door and place your things on the couch.

“It wasn’t so bad, the roads are actually pretty clear.” You reply while unzipping your jacket. You remove a couple of layers, a hoodie, and a sweater. Now you're left in a long sleeve black shirt. You unzip the soft case and pull out your guitar.

Eddie keeps sneaking glances at you. Little did you know, Eddie has been crushing on you for weeks now. He’s never met anyone who can play guitar as well as he can. When he saw you play, he thought you were completely out of his league. His bandmates dared him to talk to you and they wouldn't shut up until he did. Eddie was completely surprised when you stuck to him like glue.

You and Eddie head to his room. You take a seat on his bed and Eddie flips the switch on the amp and hands you the cable. You plug it in with little feedback and he turns the volume dial up slightly. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and you warm up with a few random chords. Eddie can’t take his eyes off your hands, how they gracefully slide up and down the neck of the guitar. The way your dainty fingers press down on each string. When you began to pluck individual notes and occasionally wiggled a string for a vibrato effect, Eddie’s mind melted.

“Show off.” He mocks and you smile back at him.

“You’re just jealous. I can teach you if you like.” You tease back while repeating the same movement.

Eddie rolls his eyes and scoffs. He plugs his warlock into a second smaller amp sitting next to his bedside table. Eddie begins to play, his style is a little messier than yours, but that's the beauty of it. It didn't take long for you to pick up what he was putting down, you clipped the capo over the first fret and copied his movements by ear, playing one octave higher.

You have always enjoyed these jam sessions with Eddie. But something in the back of your head keeps telling you that he isn’t just interested in you as a musician. You’ve never been one for social cues, they fly right over your head, leaving you without a single clue.

The power promptly goes out, amps shut off, and lights gone. The windows are the only light source, and without the loud music, you both could finally hear the large snowflakes hitting the roof.

“Looks like the powers out.” He says while walking over to the breaker box in the hallway. He flips a few switches, but nothing changes. “It's probably a downed tree.” You both take a look out Eddie’s bedroom window to see a flurry of flakes falling from a pale gray sky. What was supposed to be a light snow day has turned into a blizzard. There is no way you’re going to be able to get your car home.

“I don’t think I can drive in this mess.” You add, just barely above a whisper.

“I’m not opposed to you staying until the snow stops. I’m sure my uncle wouldn't mind either.” Eddie suggests. He hangs his guitar back up on the wall over his mirror and plucks the acoustic from its stand. It's a pretty standard acoustic, nothing special. But he has painted the words “this machine slays dragons” on the front, in white.

Eddie sits back down on the bed and you do the same. He begins to strum and you're immediately mesmerized. See, you're not very experienced with an acoustic guitar. But you've always wanted to be, the way he plays so effortlessly is just mind-blowing. 

"You may wish for more electric skills, I think acoustic is far more difficult." You comment while bringing your knees to your chest. Eddie smiles, he doesn't receive sincere compliments often.

“You’re really sweet. Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” He abruptly stops strumming.

“No, I mean it. Really.” You insist.

The quick decrease in temperature makes you shiver, Eddie notices and sets his guitar down.

“Yeah, I had a feeling it might get cold in here fast.” He gets up and quickly walks down the hall to retrieve a blanket. He grabs a soft-knitted blanket off the back of the couch. When he returns he plops back down on the bed next to you. He was rather close, you can feel your face heat up. Eddie wraps the blanket around you both, making sure you are completely covered.

He's really close. So close you can smell his cheap cologne and shampoo. You’ve been crushing on this guy ever since you met him but haven't had the guts to say or do anything. Then fate just swoops in and puts you in the most ridiculous situation.

“This better?”

“Lots better, actually” You lean your head on his shoulder. Eddie looks a little surprised but wraps his arm around your back. “How are you so warm? It’s freezing!” You ask and cuddle just a little closer. Eddie shrugs and you look up and search his face for any emotion. Eddie has always found you attractive and has developed feelings. He regularly uses pet names with you and goes out of his way to make you smile. He’s not the best at expressing his feelings with anything but music, so Eddie has hesitated and hasn’t made a single move. Well, until today.

Eddie cups your cheek, and his rings chill your face. Biting your cheek nervously, your eyes refuse to leave his.

“Can I kiss you?”

“...y-yeah.”

Just like that, Eddie leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You feel hot under his touch, your stomach filling with more warmth than what was already there. Some shyness emerges, feeling incredibly close to him like he’s studying you. You kiss him back and fully lean into him. It immediately became something more, his tongue swiped along your bottom lip. All of your senses have been infiltrated by him, this a war you know you won't be able to win.

Eddie trailed kisses along your jaw and neck. He felt the way you shuddered as his lips ghosted over your skin. His hand slips under your loose top and roams the length of your body until he reaches your bare breast and hums into your mouth. Your breath hitches as he begins to knead the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You take a handful of his t-shirt and pull him just a little closer. Eddie’s arm snakes around your waist as you pull him on top of you.

You press your lips to his, he tastes like weed and coffee. Eddie deepens the kiss as your mouth drops open with a gasp. Eddie pops open the button on your jeans and draws the zipper down, his hand dips into your pants, and his fingers traverse lower and slide between your folds.

“Oh god…” You whine as he swirls his fingers around your clit, your back arches off the bed and your pants slip further down your hips. “Please don't stop.” Eddie sees this as an opportunity and eases two fingers into your entrance. Another moan escapes your lips and Eddie chuckles at how much of a mess he’s made of you. His thumb presses against your clit and he begins by making small circles. After some time he pushes two digits inside of you.

“Am I gonna make you cum with just my fingers? And so quickly too.” He coos in your ear. You close your eyes and bury your face in his shoulder, as pleasure unravels in your stomach and your core clenches in anticipation. All you could do is nod and shut your eyes, a few muffled whines escape and your hips buck. 

“Fuck! Eddie!” His name rolls off your tongue, a sound so addicting, he just wants you to say it again. You unravel in his arms, and Eddie slows down and helps you through the high. Your senses were smothered by him and all you could see were stars. When you open your eyes, Eddie is displaying his signature smirk.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He coos.

“I was just about to tell you the same thing.”

Eddie cupped your cheek and captured your lips in a slow languid kiss. You palm at the front of his jeans feeling his cock strain against the denim material, causing him to shift uncomfortably. Eddie looks ruined, and you haven't even touched him yet. You make quick work of unzipping his jeans. He helps you shuffle them, along with his underwear. His aching member springs free, flushed at the tip and weeping, it’s the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen.

Eddie quickly sits up and leans back against the wall. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and dragged you with him. You rock your hips and completely remove them, Eddie crosses his arms and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere. Eddie grabbed your ass as you straddled him. Reaching up to bring you into a hungry, wet kiss. His mouth was restless. Lightly chapped lips pressed to yours, he helps you out of your top between kisses.

Eddie slowly rubbed his cock against your clit as your hips wiggled in his lap, getting comfortable. As you slowly lowered yourself, moans fizzled into small huffs and whines. When Eddie bottoms out, your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks. He holds you by your hips and you brace yourself with his shoulder.

“Fuck…you are so tight.” He growls, “You look so pretty like this, filled with my cock.”

There wasn’t any pain, thanks to how completely soaked you were, but the pressure of him splitting you open made your breath hitch. You looked down at him as you began to roll your hips down onto his. His hands found their way to your hips and readjusting his grip on your body, he began to thrust himself up into you. Soon enough, you both found a steady and continuous speed.

“Are you gonna cum for me again, princess?” Eddie asks, just barely above a whisper.  

“Fuck…yes…please…” You mewl and allow yourself to slump forward over him, nosing at the crook of his neck. Your stomach was tight, breath fluttering in your chest as you tried to focus on reaching your high. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, groans and huffs escape his mouth as he shoves into you impossibly deep and cums, cock pulsing inside your walls.

“Oh god, fuck” He says under his breath. Eddie continues to help you ride it out, your hands slide up the back of his neck and card through his long brown hair. The coil that had been winding in your stomach finally snapped for a second time and Eddie groaned as he felt your cunt cling around him as you came. “That’s it.” Eddie praises. Your breathing is ragged as you come down from your high, still holding Eddie’s arm for dear life.

He pulls you in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” Eddie commends and you give him a lazy smile. He peppers your face and neck with kisses which earns him a soft giggle. You slowly lift yourself off of him, the loss making you whine a little.

The sky is getting darker as 5 pm approaches. After some cleanup, Eddie hands you one of his band shirts, a pair of black sweatpants, and boxers.

“I don't think you’re going home tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie says while moving strands of hair away from your face. "But you can crash here if you like?" He offers and you nod. You look outside the window and see the snow flurries have subsided, but the flakes haven't completely stopped. Your car probably wouldn't make it out of the driveway. It has two wheel drive and runs on hopes and dreams.

"Thank you, Eddie."

"My pleasure, sweet thing."

Suddenly the lights started to flicker, you both looked up at the ceiling light. The power kicks back on and you can hear the heater start up.

"Oh thank goodness." You sigh with relief.

"I'm gonna make some food before we lose power again." Eddie declares, scampering down the hall to the kitchen.

#eddie fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fandom #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #holiday event #holiday fanfiction #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #reader x eddie munson #eddie smut

[pyramid-of-starrs]

It's not the same tho!

Pairing: Seungmin x gn reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Reader is a brat but Seungmin loves it

A/N: This fic is for @atiny-dime-p1ece everyone else close your eyes lol

"I know they are in here, where did he hide it?" You said to yourself. You were currently on your knees digging through your boyfriends closet. It was the hellish season between fall and winter where it was cold but not super cold but chilly and not super chilly? You wanted to warm yourself up a bit, but a blanket wasn't doing the trick, so the next best thing? Stealing one of your boyfriends many, many hoodies, but was it stealing though? You had a right to those hoodies! Seungmin however thought otherwise but he was just gonna have to get over it to be honest. Luckily, he was out at practice still and you were watching movies in his dorm waiting on your puppy to comeback and snuggle you. Honestly wearing his hoodies wasn't just about being warm though, it was about how good it made you feel, how fuzzy you got thinking about him, the smell of his cologne and the thickness of the hoodie feeling like a warm embrace. He did ask you specifically to stop taking his hoodies but again he was going to have to get over it!

While you were digging you suddenly felt a pinch on your butt that shocked you and you let out a yelp while turning around to sit on your butt to see who it was.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing going through my stuff Y/N?" your boyfriend said standing a healthy 5 feet and 10 inches.

"W-well I was just looking around for something I forgot…" You managed to stutter out.

"Something you forgot? And what exactly did you forget in my closet?" He said raising his eyebrow.

"Um… THIS ISN'T FAIR!" you yelled out while standing up to demand a hoodie like it was your birth right.

"You always come over and take all my hoodies! I told you I will buy you your own if you want them so bad." He said refusing to back down.

"It's not the same! I want yours!"

"I’ll buy the same one twice then, one for me, one for you." You rolled your eyes then shook your head.

"You just don't get it!" you walked over to his bed and put yourself in the corner to hug one of his pillows that he called your pillow and pout. "I'm mad at you!"

"You'll get over it." He said deciding that arguing with you was no use, you were his spoiled little brat and he had no one to blame but himself for making you that way.

"No, I won't! I'm going to be mad at you for the rest of my very cold days." You muffled as you stuffed your face in the pillow.

"Stop being dramatic." now he was the one rolling his eyes.

"I'm not being dramatic you're being mean!"

"Would a mean boyfriend offer to take you to get the new plushie that you've been wanting that released today?" He said smiling at you to try to pique your interest, you had to admit he was good at that. "And take you too boba after." Your eyes looked up from behind the pillow, you wanted to resist, no, needed to resist.

"I'll only take you if you stop being mad at me." He said opening his arms for you to give him a truce hug. You stayed quiet, it killed you, but you stayed quiet. He sighed knowing you were good at getting him to crack.

"Did I forget to mention that I stopped by our album distribution center and grabbed you my photocards for this comeback as well?" He said pulling out a brown mini photocard binder that had cute puppies on it and was filled with fresh photocards, oh it was like a sword to your heart to not say anything, but you couldn't give in now and risk looking weak.

He sighed once again then suddenly left the room for a moment, you were confused. Were you perhaps being a bit to bratty or mean? You didn't want Seungmin to think you were really mad at him, you were just being playfully spoiled but then he reentered the room with a gray hoodie in hand, he tossed it too you as it landed on your head.

"Fine, here you big baby." He said, he just truly could not tell you no.

"Yay! Thank you Minnie!" You slipped on the hoodie then got off the bed to jump on him to give him a big hug.

"Yeah, yeah you're welcome." He said squeezing your waist and pecking your lips. "Come on so we can get your plushie and boba."

Again, you were his little brat and he loved you that way.

#skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin fluff #kim seungmin fluff #writenbypyramidofstars

[intheticklecloset]

Motivational Squeaker (Black Clover)

Summary: Finral unintentionally finds himself without an assigned chore during a work day, so Magna takes it upon himself to give him a way to be useful.

A/N: Finral is undoubtedly one of my favorite Black Clover characters! He's such a sweetheart, and watching his character development has been amazing. Poor boy tends to get brushed off a lot, though, hence the desire to write a Finral appreciation fic! Short but sweet - enjoy!

Word Count: 1018

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Winter had come to the Clover Kingdom, and with it came all of the chores associated with winter. Insulating the headquarters, gathering firewood, pulling out the heavier blankets for everyone’s rooms, and so on. Today was the day designated to getting it all done, and everyone was on the move.

Asta had been sent out to chop the firewood with his sword, giving him the opportunity to train and get work done at the same time. Magna and Luck were making trips back and forth from him to the storage space inside the Bulls’ headquarters where they kept it all once it was chopped, Noelle and Vanessa were swapping the sheets and blankets on everyone’s beds, and even Gray and Charmy had found things to do to help.

Finral, meanwhile, found himself without an assigned chore, through some miracle (or curse) or other.

Honestly, he was surprised he hadn’t been assigned to firewood duty with the others; Yami almost always had him taxi the firewood from the forest to the base itself to save everyone the extra hassle, but not this time, for reasons unknown. He wanted to help somehow, but with everyone seeming so efficient already, he also didn’t want to get in the way.

He was just beginning to wonder if maybe he should try to do some general cleaning when Magna burst through the door with an armful of logs just a minute after Luck had departed to get another round himself.

“Yo, Finral,” Magna grunted as he lay his stack in the storage area and stretched his back. “What are you doing to help, lazy bones? Just standing there watching us all work?”

Finral wilted a little, but he tried to shrug it off. “Captain Yami didn’t assign me anywhere, so I was just about to start dusting or mopping or…or something.”

Magna gave him a disbelieving look. “Captain Yami didn’t assign you anywhere. Are you sure he didn’t want you to be our taxi like usual and you’re just trying to get out of it?”

“No!” Finral snapped, then realized how it sounded. “I mean, yes, I’m sure! He didn’t, so I’m…I’m trying to find a way to make myself useful. I swear I’m not…lazy.” The brunette let out a huff and dropped his eyes. “Just forgotten.”

“Ouch, dude.” Magna’s voice had softened, and he brushed off his hands as he walked over to his teammate. “I’m sure you’re not forgotten. Listen, I didn’t mean to come off so harsh, okay?”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Hey.” The fire mage put a hand on his shoulder and shook him once, looking over the rims of his sunglasses to make eye contact. “I’m sorry. You’re not lazy. Well, you are, but I know you’re not trying to be now.”

Finral hated how his insides felt like they were being crushed the more Magna showed pity on him. The delinquent never showed pity on him; he must really be showing off how pathetic he was to get this kind of attention from his teammate.

“It’s fine,” he said again, shrugging him off. “I’ll just go get the cleaning supplies and get to work.”

Magna caught his arm as he turned to leave. “I have a better way you can be useful.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like this,” Magna said before shoving his hands up into the brunette’s underarms and wiggling.

“Ah! Ahahahaha, wahahahahahait!” Finral squealed, clamping his arms to his sides futilely, squirming and twisting. “Nohohohohoho, whahahahahat are you dohohohohoing?!”

“Messing with you is giving me motivation to keep working hard. It’s like a reward for doing so well out there.” Magna’s grin was wicked, but his voice was playful. He caught Finral by his shirt when he tried to twist away and wrapped an arm around his waist, hugging him close and digging his fingers into his side. “Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?”

“Plehehehehehehease!” Finral cackled, hands gripping Magna’s arm weakly.

The fire mage chuckled and wormed his fingers underneath his teammate’s hoodie to squeeze his hip. Finral shrieked and arched so hard Magna nearly lost his grip on him.

“GAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!! YOUR FIHIHIHINGERS ARE COHOHOHOLD!!”

Magna held him tighter and growled playfully, “Never tell me my fingers are cold, you little pipsqueak. Fire is my specialty.”

“THEHEHEHEHEN WAHAHAHAHARM THEM UP!! GAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Nah. If it makes you laugh like this, I think I’ll let them stay a little chilly.”

Finral screeched with laughter and squirmed helplessly in Magna’s arms, trying and failing to shove him away from his hips and waist. He didn’t know how he’d found himself in this situation, but he was losing his mind from the ticklish sensations and was more than ready to get out.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAGNA, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Thankfully his friend seemed to understand he meant it, and he ceased his tickling but didn’t loosen his grip on Finral until he knew he would be able to stay upright on his own. Then Magna chuckled and punched his shoulder lightly.

“There, see? Don’t you feel better now? I’ll make sure to tell Luck that you’re our motivational squeaker for today, and to make sure and see you when he comes back in.” With that, Magna offered a smile and a salute and turned to head back out into the cold.

“M-Motivational…don’t you mean speaker?” Finral stammered, confused.

“No, I mean squeaker. Because when we tickle you, you squeak like a mouse. But today, it’s motivational!”

Then he was gone.

Finral felt his heart race in nervous anticipation. His immediate instinct was to hide, but then he knew Luck would just come hunting him down, and that would be even more terrifying than simply standing there waiting for him to come tickle him; Luck was even more ruthless than Magna when it came to tickle fights.

He really should go find those cleaning supplies and get to work. Then again, if he was in the middle of something and Luck – or anyone, really – started tickling him by surprise…

Finral shivered, a hesitant smile playing at his lips.

This was going to be a very interesting winter work day.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #black clover #finral roulacase #magna swing #friends #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[jessaerys]

(kind of a long-ish excerpt -- i've been twisting myself into pretzels about posting fic for the first time in years and driving myself crazy about it, so i figured it'd do me good to do a teeny tiny soft launch to demystify the whole thing. as a treat thoughts appreciated :') title may change, we'll see.) texas sharpshooter fallacy flirt mello/near | T (excerpt) | 700ish words | canon compliant.

near knocks.

his idea of inconspicuous is a sharp black coat and matching slacks and aviators now high up and glossy on his head. he knocks, and stands there in the fluorescent headache hallway where he can hear mello’s neighbors two doors over fucking to industrial EDM, their bed and their heads shrieking. as if the shock of white hair and vermeer eyes and his pretty babydoll mouth wouldn’t turn heads from harlem to chinatown. he has to laugh.

the 6th floor hallway is carpeted in cigarette butts and shards of glass and piss and misery, rock-bottom regret, apathy of the take-a-walk-out-of-the-roof variety. the wallpaper is an eyesore from the 70s and the ceilings are crazy cracked. taking the lift is a game of russian roulette. more than one person has died in this floor alone. he knows because it was his finger on the trigger, and fuck, he hasn't bothered to scrub out the stains. the grifters, the killers, the whores: everyone here —everyone— has been forsaken by god.

and near is alone.

for a brief, ridiculous moment mello is fourteen again, filled with a gleeful kind of malice, hoping the crackheads across the hall walk out and see near in all of his freakish man-in-black, little gray alien glory. catnip for psychosis, and right on the money to boot. if mello squints just so, it looks as if near is trapped inside the fishbowl marble universe of his peephole.

“in military strategy,” near says, his voice a tuning silver fork that makes the hair on the back of mello’s head stand on end. it is deeper. more elegant. mello had noticed, earlier, when they’d been strangers in the same room with nothing in common but the race for kira’s head and five years worth of resentment. “to refuse diplomatic entrance to one’s territory would be considered a declaration of war.”

“we already accepted jesus into our hearts.”

inside his grimy spaceship, the corner of near’s mouth quirks for a flash of a kodak moment and then it is gone. glitch in the matrix. mello’s wolfteeth grin knocks painfully into the aluminum.

“and didn’t the lord say offer hospitality to one another without grumbling?”

1 peter 4:9. the verse just before reads: above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.

"nothing a couple dozen hail marys won't fix."

above them something shatters against the floor. a woman screams. a weight falls heavy on the floor and then there is silence. the ceiling snows dirty dust all over near’s shoulders like so much winter wonderland. the lights flicker and flicker.

neither of them say anything. mello watches. he can’t see you, he tells himself, feeling like the world's best and brightest buffoon. he's not fucking godtouched.

but near raises a hand to his rosy cherubim face, makes a circle with his thumb and index finger to squint through with one big ophanim eye.

watches the watcher.

“i will wait for sixty seconds.”

mello finds his gun. sticks it in the back of his pants. runs his hands through his hair. pulls his gun out, checks the mag. pops it in place. hesitates. checks it again. he was right the first time. it is empty. thirty eight, thirty seven.

L used to say, it’s a boundary, mello. explicit verbal communication of where the limits are. respecting it preserves the peace. you can choose to ignore it, but you should first know why. and you should be ready for the inevitable outcome.

but what this really is is this: near coming to him alone under cover of night, so naïve he might as well be wearing a neon sign that says mug me or kidnap me or worse! i'm a stupid little boy!; as far he can be from the safety of his prince’s tower all to give little old mello the pleasure a fucking ultimatum.

his blood simmers. his ears ring. his sympathetic nervous system betrays him only ever around near, and near's little sycophant butlers could be just out of sight. he could be here with a swat team and a warrant for his arrest. he could be here to let mello know he has once again taken from him the only thing that's ever made any damn sense in his life.

he tries to breathe through it. tries to weight his options. he tries to be more like L.

he fails.

four, three, two—

near turns to leave.

mello opens the door.

.

.

.

#death note #meronia #mihael keehl #nate river #allegedly writing

[montrealmadison]

I'd love to read a happy snuggly fic about Bitty & Jack.

Number #15 (for Bitty 😉)

thank you for this delightful prompt! whenever i get stuck on where to start with jack and bitty, i always revert to them snuggling. this was a really nice excuse to polish a scene that i've had kicking around my WIP folder forever. hope it's okay that the boys took it in a, shall we say, steamy direction. ❤️

15. zimbits + happy snuggly vibes + I Love You Always Forever by Betty Who for @jadedmandarin81

You’ve got the most unbelievable blue eyes I’ve ever seen You’ve got me almost melting away

Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

He blinks, and—right. His childhood bedroom, sometime after sunrise: lemon-yellow walls, a mess of posters, crisp white curtains hanging limp from the humidity. It can’t be very late, because Coach’s morning shower isn’t whining through the walls yet. July fifth dawns the same every blessed year: Mama having a lie-in, Coach firing up the truck, long lazy days of few words and a blue sky and a beer that Bitty's too young to be drinking. Lord, what he wouldn’t give to be fifteen and at the lake right now, cold water closing over his head. 

He brings himself slowly back to earth by wishing really hard that the Olympic-sized rink behind Michelle Kwan’s paper smile would just sort of… replace the air conditioner they haven’t been able to afford to fix for years. As it stands, he’s fucking hot.

Jack, for all that he’s peaceful in sleep, is not helping. Bitty’s cheek is stuck to his bare chest, his massive thighs are trapping Bitty’s calves, and every inch of bare skin in between is tacky and gross. The Jack of his dreams is so tangled up with the call of the ice that he feels like he should be cold by default. Jack should be white and gray and blue; frosted winter mornings, distant sun, minty breath. The Jack of reality is—well, he’s beautiful, dark sweeping lashes and all that, but he’s just as sweaty as Bitty is and his breath definitely does not smell like mint.

Bitty doesn’t mind.

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He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. From the moment they’d locked eyes at baggage claim, this weekend has been the weirdest song and dance: Bitty letting Jack into his life inch by inch, arranging the pieces of his soul for approval. Here’s where I went to high school. Here’s our family dinner table. Here’s my truck bed. Let’s make out. In return, apparently, he gets to have this now: his college hockey captain, on his back in Bitty’s bed, breathing slow and deep and measured with his hand skimming Bitty’s ass. 

That’s my best friend. The thought makes Bitty feel floaty and weird. He knows Jack’s gym schedule and the slant of his real smile and what he eats for breakfast, but he’s only seen him sleep once: the morning of graduation, when they’d climbed up to the roof of Faber and Bitty had woken up on Jack’s shoulder, in the folds of a jacket that smelled like him.

He hadn’t let himself believe, even then, that they might be more. After all, the thing about Jack is that sooner or later he’s always stopped being Jack and turned back into Jack Zimmermann, a living legend in the shape of a teammate. Bitty had pretended it was easy, once, not to lean into the intimacy of knowing just a little more than everyone else. It feels new and exhilarating and dangerous for him to get to see Jack like this now, all pretenses abandoned, one of his wildest fantasies come to life.

Jack chooses that moment to stir, like he can hear Bitty’s thoughts shouting his name. Bitty feels the flush rising in his cheeks, embarrassed that Jack’s caught him staring—but Jack doesn’t seem to mind, just lets out a long satisfied breath through his nose and murmurs, morning-low, “Bittle.”

Lord, but that makes something pop in Bitty’s gut and then fizzle into butterflies. Before last night he’d never even really been kissed before, and now—and now. His senses are overloaded, filled with the flash-fire knowledge that at long last someone else wants this as badly as he does. 

“Jack,” he says, sure that his morning voice must sound squeaky and childish in comparison.

But Jack’s eyes on his face are sleepy dark blue, weighty with something that looks a hell of a lot like approval. Bitty follows the slow roll of Jack’s Adam’s apple so he won’t do something really embarrassing, like explode and die. 

“Bitty,” Jack sighs again. Jesus Christ. There go Bitty’s chances of getting out of this bed alive. “‘S’hot.”

“Yes,” Bitty grumps, but neither of them make a move to separate. That self-satisfied thing flashes through him again. Jack is, apparently, so into this, into him; the bruises to prove it are probably already darkening low on his belly and hips. Being watched this way makes Bitty feel slightly insane, drunk with power.

“I like this,” Jack says. His voice rumbles, far-off thunder. Bitty thinks about flash floods, dams breaking, the crackshot sound of shattering ice. 

“What?”

“Waking up with you.”

There’s the sincerity that’s been driving Bitty wild all weekend. He’s long since mastered the art of lying smoothly through his teeth, but Jack’s graceless honesty punches holes through every pretense he can muster. It’s how Jack got him on his back in the truck bed last night, why they apparently can’t stop talking unless they find other ways to occupy their mouths. Just like that, Bitty's cheeks are in full flame.

“Me too,” he says, too quickly. Jack doesn’t seem to notice. His arms are huge, and Bitty is welcome in them. He feels positively unhinged. He has zero desire to move.

“Do we have to get up?”

“Probably,” Bitty groans, seizing the change of topic with both hands. He thunks his forehead into Jack’s shoulder for emphasis. “Coach’ll be up soon.”

“‘Kay,” says Jack, not moving one blessed inch.

Bitty squirms a little, thrilled. They keep ending up on the same page, wanting the same things. Feeling bold, Bitty mouths over the hot expanse of skin between Jack's shoulder and his neck, loving the way Jack immediately makes that pleased sound deep in his throat. 

"Sorry."

“For—ah." 

Jack honest-to-god moans when Bitty reaches the spot beneath his ear, and that's it: Bitty's deceased. He's gone. He's gonna die right here in his childhood bedroom, and he'll be damn well pleased about it. "Don't be—sorry for what?”

“That it’s not private,” Bitty murmurs. He waves his free hand toward the door, beyond which his parents hopefully believe that Bitty and his good friend Jack are passed out in separate rooms after the (completely tame, very platonic) excitement of last night's festivities. It seems like a tall order even in his head. He's gonna have to spend the next month before he goes back to school being very careful about the thoughts he lets show on his face.

When Bitty flexes his toes against Jack's bare leg under the sheets to prompt an answer, Jack hums a little, turns and drags his nose lightly across Bitty's forehead. "Don’t be sorry,” he says. “Actually, I was thinking about that last night."

"You were? Huh," Bitty says. "Sounds like I didn't do a very good job, then."

Jack gives him a gentle, one-handed shove. "After... uh, well. After that." He blushes so pretty, right over his nose and hot up his cheeks. Bitty kind of wants to eat him whole. "What would you say about coming to visit me?"

Forget what he’d say; Bitty can barely even think about it without going insane. Just the two of them, alone, four soundproof walls and a chance to figure this out for real. "In Providence?"

"Yes,” Jack says. “And we can do, um. More. Of what we did last night.”

Bitty is acutely aware of Jack’s hand, which is now rubbing little circles into his back, and all the other places it was last night, and how much he’d like for it to be in those places again.

“Yes, okay,” he says, too quickly to be polite; Jack is grinning, though, so. Right answer.

"Deal."

Bitty smiles back, megawatt. "Deal."

"First I have to make it home, though," Jack says. "Got a whole kitchen to get ready for you, eh?"

He says get ready like it has multiple meanings, and Bitty gets to pick the one he wants. Despite the heat, he finds himself shivering in anticipation.

"Sounds amazing," Bitty says, definitely not just talking about the kitchen. He shoves Jack back, teasing. This is his best friend and so much more. "Then you better get packin', mister, you got a flight to catch."

When the alarm clock goes off down the hall, Jack rolls out of bed and goes for his bag, sleepy chirps in full effect. Bitty stays put, though, watching. The sun catches just right on the hard planes of Jack’s shoulders, melting winter into spring, and Bitty is okay with losing control.

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Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty​ was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook​! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

It’s taken you and Jin only a couple of hours by car from your cozy apartment in the country's capital, Seoul, to the luxurious cabin estate known as Pinehurst Cabins near the Taebaek Mountains. An annual winter vacation spot, flooded with many years of memories with drunken laughs and competitive games shared among the tightly-knitted group you’ve grown to learn and love. The vast majority of the group comprises at least fourteen people, some years there were more and some very few less. 

Not once has the main group, consisting of seven rambunctious men of all sorts of personalities, miss their chance of a getaway. Especially when the holiday serves as a time to relax, catch up, and create new precious times among another. 

You, the gal who’s been beside Jin for just shy of nine years, has joined the routined trip. Making your place amidst the casuals of the squad. You’re a seasoned veteran at the cabins, longest woman survivor as well. But it is all thanks to your loving boyfriend who’s given you the blessing opportunities of being a part of his life and shared friends. 

Perhaps that’s why you’re so eager upon arrival at the snowy mountain retreat; the anticipation of needing this time away from the real world and in the company of a group of warm hearted friends is the exact medicine you crave. 

Jin’s begging for you to play some of his favorite upbeat songs as he drives his gray jeep Cherokee up the steep, snow-covered roads, fades from your ears as you zone out at the scenery around you. 

The light from the sky shines brighter off the fresh white snow. Blanketed tree tops and fences call your attention, hidden colors of green and beiges stick out from underneath the quilted coldness. Calm and clear skies have no trace of any clouds, just blue and soft light from the sun. 

“Honey,” Jin chimes louder, refusing to remove his hand from the wheel to tap your leg. “Are you listening?”

You hum, blinking around before turning your head to acknowledge your boyfriend. 

“What’s up?”

A soft pout forms on his lips as his eyes remain trained on the road ahead, “I was asking you if you can put on ‘Jjin-iya’ for me.” 

“Jin, we’ve already listened to that song three times!” 

He begins to laugh with a shake of his head to adjust his fringe, “and you’re going to hear that song at least five more times this trip. You know it’s a great song and I listen to it every time I shower!”

You chuckle back, “Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m positive our neighbors even know the song by now.”

“They have wonderful taste!” 

The small crossover SUV slowly rolls up to its last bit of land, edging itself to a respective parking spot in one of the two lots provided at this estate. Two gorgeous log cabins rest nearby, one quite larger, for more group activities, and the smaller one seated next to it. The land stretches far beyond the towering trees, a nearby crystalline waterfall is only a trail-walk away and the higher you walk up the mountain, the more options you have of pivoting your skis or sled and slide down the snow. 

Snow crunches under your boot as you descend down from the car, taking in your first deep  breath of chilled mountain air and stretching your body from its cooped up position from the car. It’s customary, more of a role provided by Jin, to bring the majority of groceries and deliver them to the main cabin (which in fact is considered a lodge by the size of it). 

It’s honestly a beauty. Great for a large family and customized with three levels integrating multiple rooms. The main floor consists of the kitchen and dining, a great room, foyer, and one master suite. The large deck wraps arounds the back to the left side while the covered front porch calls welcome to you as you step up with arms full of food containers and Jin towing away a wheeled cooler. 

You recall the second floor having an open loft right as you step up from the stairs, the remaining three bedrooms (one being another master suite) reside up there. The large gaming room is found in the basement, leveled with the slope of the outside to where you can easily bring the fun and games to the snow. Most nights into the early mornings, after hours of drinking, does the group tend to huddle and spend the majority of their time there. 

There’s been countless times where you’ve woken up finding out that the competitive nature of a few of the men got the best of them and they’ve lost count on what round they are on in a game. Losing sleep over the sweet, savory victory among another will be something you will never fully understand – but whatever makes them happy is all that matters to you. 

“Namjoon?” You call out the second you step foot through the door and hold it open for Jin, “We’re here!” 

There is brief silence in the lodge as you shuffle your snow boots across the boot-tray. A few sets of shoes lay inside it, indicating that some of the pairs have arrived inside of this house (if Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s cars outside didn't notify you of that already). 

You and Jin already make a direct path to the kitchen, plopping down the bags on the extended bar and heaving the cooler to the center of the room. The two of you are quick with filling up the empty cabinets and fridge, in sync with another after years of doing the same act. 

Just as you begin to wonder where Namjoon and his loving partner Rose could be hiding, you hear soft footsteps coming from downstairs. You turn the corner out of the kitchen to enthusiastically greet the first person you see, which happens to be the one and only – and to your surprise – Min Yoongi. You give him no moments notice before your arms come around his body, squealing his name and shocking the man out of his somber state. 

“Aish! Y/n!” his eyes peel open. Yoongi returns the hug fast, patting your back before asking, “How’ve you been?

You ruffle up his sweater with excitement before pulling away, tossing a call to Jin over your shoulder before looking back to the jet black haired man in front of you. He looks paler than usual, dark circles formed under each of his eyes. 

“I’ve been great! How are you? You look a bit down, is everything alright?” You give him a concerned look, eyes scanning over his slacken posture. 

Jin steps out from the kitchen to give Yoongi the same treatment, a warm hug and excited laughter soon to follow. “Yoongi, bro! How are you doing my friend?” 

“A bit of a head cold,” he admits. “Haven’t slept well for the past three nights and been overworked. I’m sure this trip will fix it right up.” 

Jin is already wrapping his arm around the smaller man and ushering him to the growing display of foods that litter the kitchen, slowly taking over the room with his own touch. “We’ll get that cold fixed up with some nice whiskey. Y/n bought two fifths of Corryvreckan just for this occasion. Anyone want a round of shots?” 

Both you and Yoongi laugh at the energetic party vibes Jin displays, knowing he is only half kidding about the proposal of alcohol this early into the night.

“I think I have some head medicine in my purse,” you offer as you look down the stairs to the basement. “Namjoon and the others downstairs?” 

“The whiskey will do nicely,” you hear the clink of two shot glasses before catching the sight of both Jin and Yoongi tilting their heads back. With the burn running down his throat he nods at you and gives you a pensive gaze, “I appreciate it, Y/n. Thank you. And yes, they’re all downstairs trying to fix the furnace. Which is why I originally came up here…” Yoongi quickly looks around the kitchen drawers, “Namjoon said there might be a screwdriver up here somewhere.” 

“Isn’t there a storage-craft space downstairs?” Jin questions as he returns to placing frozen groceries in the freezer. “Wouldn’t it be in there?” 

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded with himself and Namjoon, the half-owner of the cabins. “Listen, I told you that I haven’t gotten much sleep lately, right?” 

Both you and your boyfriend smirk at each other, tsk-ing at Yoongi although forgiving him at the same time. 

“Don’t sweat it,” you smile sweetly. You wave him back over to head down the stairs, calling back to Jin, “I’ll be right back. I just want to say hello to everyone and then help you with the rest of the food and luggage from the car!” 

You hear the sounds of the television blasting from the basement, a handful of the group all playing – what seems to be – Mario Kart. A true game that really can end friendships if played too competitively, and in this case, you fear the competitive nature of at least three of the ones sitting on the long sectional couch as you descend down the staircase to the room. It warms your heart seeing everyone so comfortable and content with another. Some of the group enjoy light mingling and bonding activities while others go off to do their own individual things.

Over the course of the days spent at the fabulous mountainous cabins, you’ve taken part in pastimes such as snowshoeing, sledding, and even building a sculptured snowman with Jimin and his new friend, Naia. You’ve gone head to head with your own significant other in a heated game of table tennis, the loser had to prepare the night's entire dinner. 

Sadly, that ended up being you who has suffered the cost. However, Jin doesn’t allow you to struggle for too long. He can’t handle knowing you had to prepare such a large meal all on your own. But he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to let you know who the number one winner is as he cackled throughout the cabins.

“Stop making a mess where I just cleaned,” you laugh as you throw a dirty towel at the back of Jin the second he places a new plate down on the counter. He’s preparing side ingredients for the large bowl of bibim naengmyeon, chopping away and leaving random pieces around as he diligently works his magic. 

“But everyone’s been waiting for hours,” he whines with a pout. “I’ll clean it right up, I promise!” 

“Jin,” you drawl, sighing the second another piece of food lands on the floor. 

The two of you bend down hastily to grab the fallen food, accidentally knocking heads in the movement. A dull pain lingers on your forehead, rubbing at it with your palm when you wince away. 

“Ah, hon! I’m sorry,” Jin’s hands shoot out to grab you to inspect your wounded head. Without hesitation his plump lips peck over the sore area, lightly running his thumb over it to make sure it doesn’t form a bump. “Are you alright?,” he questions with a soft voice. 

You stare at him with displeasure, huffing when you keep your lips in a firm line, “The mess, Jin!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will get it in a second,” he laughs. “Is your head good?” 

You can’t help but melt at his concerns, humming as you assure your man that you’ll live with minimal damage. Jin gives you a soft smile, patting your head lightly before pinching your cheek between two fingers. 

“I’ll give you more eggs than anyone else! Why don’t you help finish setting up the table with drinks and utensils while I put the rest of this together?” 

“Would you like me to take out the whiskey again?” You give him a knowing look with a smug smile, “Seems like it would be a good choice with naengmyeon.” 

“I would love that!” Jin exclaims with a wink. He gives you a quick chaste kiss to your lips before turning back to the counter, but not before his hand makes soft contact with your butt – giving you a sense of encouragement. 

You can tell how fulfilled your friends are when scarfing down their portion, or two, of dinner. Slurping and munching loud to express their eager happiness. It warms your heart with how satisfied they all are, how they get along in one way or another, and continue to make so many bonding memories together. For the vast majority of all of them, their friendships are unbreakable! 

Taehyung and his significant other, Maggie, offer to help with clean-up duty, seeing as the two cooks (you and Jin), deserve to take a load off from all your hard work. Jungkook and his beautiful dope of a dog are play-fighting on the ground with a squeaky toy as you watch the entire other side of the table participate in a drinking game – slowly eyeing the way that expensive whiskey starts disintegrating from its bottle. 

“Would you like some?” you hear a low whisper from your left. Yoongi, who has a small glazed over look to his eyes, shifts a shot glass down the table in front of you. 

The loud giggles between Namjoon and Jin distract you momentarily, making you glance over to pick up on the conversation they are having. Yoongi nudges you with his elbow, clearing his throat to regain your attention. 

“Y/n, I swear. Just take the shot. The point of these trips is to let loose and have fun. Stop worrying and being cautious. We all have each other. Plus if you don’t drink it, I'll just pour more shots until you have a full line of them ready.” 

Yoongi’s gruffness makes you laugh, seeing how he’s edging himself closer to his tipsy mood. But before you could politely decline the offer, Yoongi is already standing up to gather himself the proper materials for more shots. 

“Wait, no!” You call out to him, shaking your head frantically and gripping your fingers around the glass in front of you. “I’ll drink it! Don’t grab more!” 

To prove your point to him, you tip your head back with the glass raised to your lips. The burn stings only momentarily as the dark liquid slides down your throat into your esophagus. You match the satisfying smile Yoongi gives you with one of your own. 

“Ay! That’s the Y/n I know! But I'm still going to grab more because we’re all taking one together. So prepare for round two,” he laughs with crinkles in his eyes. 

“That man is devious,” you tell yourself.

Glass by glass, Yoongi places a straight row of shooters on the table. Whiskey pours out of the rim of the bottle, filling each borrelglas to the brim with the assistance of Dia – Yoongi’s partner in crime. The same girl you have known for almost as long as Jin. Peculiar and precise. She’ll easily become your best friend or worst enemy (in a friendly manner of course) depending on the subject of interest. Just like her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Jimin is the first one to reach out and grab two glasses, handing one over to his lady before interlacing another's arms together in a cross-cup toast. It’s adorable how locked in with their honeymoon phase and sickeningly sweet whenever Jimin’s public displays of affection get too rowdy for their own good.

“I’d like to propose a proposition!” Yoongi shouts with his glass held high. He squints while surveilling the crowd around him. Both Naia and Jimin freeze just as their lips touch their glasses. Jungkook is pulling his lucky lady, Jords, closer to him by her wrist while Rosie and Namjoon side-eye another with suspicion. 

You raise your eyebrows with concern as you look at Yoongi while you see Hoseok and his partner, Kat, already slipping out of the side door before the argument is presented.

“It’s every man for themselves!” Yoongi shouts in a cheer. In an instant, the house shouts with either approbation or groans. Some newcomers have absolutely no idea what is happening while the excitement bubbles with the rest of them. 

Each person eventually takes their shot; down the hatch it goes. Among clinking your glass back to the table you dart your eyes directly to Jin who already has his hands out in submission. 

“I know, I know!” He quips up with a higher pitch voice. 

“I still remember what happened last year! Don’t you pull that stunt again!” You warn him with a mischievous grin. You’re not angry at the man, only showing more of a fun-loving attitude with a bit of spice. Practically telling him not to pretend you two form an “alliance” only to knock you out with a snowball to the back of your head to win the game after you finished off the third to last person standing.

You still have nightmares of that snowball fight. 

“Everyone has 10 minutes to put on their gear and prepare outside!” You hear Yoongi speak as he begins moving his way up the stairs. 

Each person scatters frantically, the ones who sleep in the other cabin nearly trip over another to rush out the doors to the deck. Taehyung and Maggie bicker briefly over the dishes, trying to figure out the proper time to conduct the chore while the urgency of the death-match is present. 

You hear Maggie mutter something about Yeontan as well, but Taehyung is already rushing up the stairs after Yoongi in a fit of giggles to even care. You follow her, patting her back as both you and Jin leisurely follow suit. 

“The dishes can wait,” you chuckle. You lean in closer to her ear, smiling as you look back at Jin. “If you want him out early, trick him. He’s definitely a competitive one, but he’s got a soft heart. Use it against him!” 

“That’s just cruel,” Jin speaks from behind you, having heard your words. 

You whip your head around fast the second you reach the top of the stairs, stopping Jin mid-step. “You are one to talk!” you accuse with a pointed finger, his words provoking you instantly. “I’m going to get you back!” You alert him with confidence. 

Jin shakes his head with a smile, raising his voice just as you do. He’s only doing it to get a fiery reaction out of you, making the two of you laugh at the act. Once he steps to you, he’s already ushering you with his lead into your respective shared room with laughter. 

You peer down through your window shades to the backyard, noticing the first few bodies collecting themselves in the field. It is difficult to tell who is who at the moment given the darkness of the night and the yard only being lit out by the overhead moon and the outside porch lighting. 

“We need to hurry up!” you say as you're slipping on your second sweater over your head. “They’re already prepping!” 

Jin tosses you a smile over his shoulder as he begins exiting the room, “I’m already ready!” 

You chase after him as you struggle to put on your last sock, hopping your way over to the stairs before flying down them. You shove on your thick boots fast, securing the straps tightly around to prevent any fallen snow powder from falling inside.

You stagger outside the sidedoor, stepping hastily into the deck and gripping the first clump of snow in your gloved hands. Packing the material tight in your palm, you create your first snowball of the night. 

Scanning over the expanse of the yard, you notice the spaced out heads creeping deeper into the field. Everyone eventually finds their own shelter and space to prepare for the onslaught of the night. 

Besides you, who stands rather confidently and out in plain sight as you attempt to measure the footprints in the snow. Like tracking a lonely prey in the dark, you are trying to figure out which direction your lovely boyfriend has run off towards. 

“One minute left!”

You hear the shout of one of the men in the distance that alerts you of the time. It makes you react quickly, shooting for a straight line toward the other cabin only a few yards away and taking your own path into the trees behind the building. The deeper you go, the less footprints you see. 

Which is good and bad for you.

You drop yourself down in a squat, clumping snow together into a palm-sized ball that you store into the side pockets of your jacket. You can fit two in each and one snowball in each hand, giving you six snowbullets to work with. 

Again, you hear another alert. This time indicating the game is officially started and you must find your leverage. You peek around the tree, squinting your eyes around the corners of the cabin and watch for any movement. 

In the dim light you can see a body moving along the edge of the wall, their jacket matching the snow so well that if they lay flat against the ground they could blend right in. Their long hair pulled back into a ponytail gives them away when their hood falls off their head. 

It most definitely is Kat. 

You watch her pathing, admiring the stealth technique she uses. Once her body disappears from sight, you wait approximately 10 seconds before copying her footsteps along the same track. In a way, you are covering up your own trail by using others. 

Working in the shadows is the best decision you assume, so you maintain your drive. You have no desire to be the overall winner or take out the most people. The only thing you want is to sneak attack Jin and get him back for last year's scrimmage. 

But you hope nobody else doesn’t get to him before you. 

You notice Dia walking back to the large cabin, arms crossed over her front as her knees hoist high to accommodate the piled up snow. Based on the way she seems, you deem that she is already out of the game and she’s going back inside to get warm. Far out to the right of you, you hear the shrieks of others. You cannot recognize if any of them are from Jin, but you do see Bam running after somebody at high speed before tackling them down. 

Stepping further into the snow covered grassland, a small chirping noise makes you freeze. You turn your head toward the call, waiting for the noise to happen again. Once you hear the distinctive whistle again, you prepare your arm for the first throw. 

“Pst, Y/n…” The deep voice sounds more like a murmur, “up here!” 

You find yourself staring at an evergreen tree under a full sheet of white snow. One branch begins to move slowly, directing your attention toward it. Slowly you creep your way closer, making your way under the canopy it provides. 

“Tae?” You question the second you notice a pair of legs hanging off a branch five feet above you. “What are you doing up there?” 

You begin to ready your throw until Taehyung shoots out a hand, gesturing you to halt your action. His face tells you he is in the defense, not trying to start a fight. 

“I’m hiding,” he laughs lightly. “Not really trying to go all in. I’m playing it safe.” 

Jumping assumptions, you tilt your head as you question him, “Hiding from Maggie?”

“Actually… not really,” he huffs. He looks off through the branches, trying to scope out the main field of play. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of Namjoon more than anyone.” 

You begin to step away the second you hear noise closer than before. Both Taehyung and you become dead silent. Ducking your head, you look from below the limbs of the tree for any movement but fail to see anything. 

“Looking for Jin?” Taehyung mutters.

Glancing back up to him, you notice the way his arm is outstretched with his finger pointed. His eyes continue to peek through the tree, set on something you cannot see. 

“He’s currently lurking around the fencing by the bigger cabin. I can see his green hat from here.” 

You pivot in place, not giving it any second thoughts before going back into the field of war. Your mind is so dedicated to getting your revenge that you almost forget to thank Taehyung for not tagging you out and ruining your plans. 

Unaware of who all has been knocked out and who all is still currently in the game, you take your leisurely time walking around as silent as possible against all trees and housings. Quickly stepping closer to the larger cabin and hopefully finding Jin near the same area that Taehyung previously mentioned. 

You’ve made it as far as the lonely shed right besides the larger establishment where you need to sit for a minute and take a breather. The heavy clothing certainly keeps you as warm as possible, but it weighs you down drastically. It is a whole work out just walking in shin-high snow. 

You yank your scarf higher up your neck, tucking the loose frayed pieces into your jacket and cozying yourself against a small corner besides a secondary storage unit and the back of the shed. You watch the puff of air form a cloud out of your mouth the moment you sigh, finding it entertaining as you sit back. 

The sound of crunching footsteps drawing near the side of you alerts your senses. You grip a snowball in each hand, holding yourself impossibly closer as you risk any movement. Fearing the moment you go to kneel or stand that you will end up being too loud. With patience, you listen hard at the approaching steps. 

They must be coming from the right, giving you the slight advantage of being hidden around the corner of the storage space. It eases you momentarily, although the proximity closing in riles your anxiety up. You got lucky with Taehyung’s niceness, you can’t assume everyone else will pass up on the opportunity. 

You’re literally a sitting duck. 

It all happens in a blur. To your surprise, you see Rosie stumbling over herself in a frantic state. Nearly faceplanting herself into the snow as she rounds the corner and is completely oblivious to your whereabouts. She’s trying to escape the presence of another. 

She huffs and puffs, turning around fast to haul a snowball directly behind at her assailant. Rosie falls with her throw, landing straight on her bottom as she stares with horror inflicted eyes. Seconds pass as you see a snowball land right on her in full force, nailing her arms as she raises them to guard herself. 

You remain preserved against the building, not moving a single muscle until you see a green hat come into your view. Jin walks brisky over to Rosie with a smile and hands out, ready to help her up from the ground. Completely walking right past you and not seeing you in the small corner you’re cooped up in. 

Your breath halts, heart beating firmly with excitement as you impulsively dart your body forward and chuck both snowballs at Jin. Hoping that either of them will smack right into him.

And they do. 

Jin and Rosie both turn in bewilderment, eyes wide and confused. You lay there, arms forward from your throw and stomach on the ground with a wicked smile on your face as you smile up at Jin. 

“I got you back!” you begin to laugh, closing your eyes to relish in the moment. 

Roise is the first to join you in your tittering, and shortly after, Jin as well. 

“I didn’t see you there!” Rosie points after getting up, “have you been here the whole time?” 

Jin plops himself on you, trying to attack you for getting him out of the game but also giving you a tight hug. 

“I haven’t! I literally just came here, sat down, and next thing I know the two of you showed up!” 

You play-fight back with Jin, mushing snow into his face as he tries burying it in the crook of your neck. The two of you giggle, yelling at another for the attempts of tickling. 

“Where were you!” Jin smiles after pinning your arms down with both his knees, his body on top of you. “You know I've been searching for you the entire time.”

“Oh you know, here and there. Trying to stay clear from everyone and looking for you!” 

Rosie begins to step aside, aiming to head back into the house, but quickly jumps back behind the shed. She whispers quickly, notifying both Jin and you of another person coming toward the group. 

“Y/n! You’re still playing! Yoongi’s coming!” 

From the corner you see a suit all in black arrive on the scene. Instantly, a snowball pegs Rosie where she stands, her displeasure in her words telling Yoongi she is already out is very evident. She points over at Jin, blaming the culprit for her defeat. When Yoongi turns his head to see the position both you and Jin are in, he cannot help but let out a loud chuckle. 

“What’s going on here?” He gestures with his covered hand. 

Jin sits lightly on your chest, knees still holding down your arms as you kick with your legs behind him. You wiggle your best, trying to escape the trap you’re in. 

“Well you see,” Jin begins with a cheery voice, “I had gotten Rosie out, and this little sneaky she-devil was hiding behind this shed. Nailing me with both her snowballs at once the second she saw me.” 

You tilt your head to view Yoongi, nose and cheeks kissed with the coldness of the night. You narrow your eyes at the man who wiggles his brow at you, a creeping smirk growing on his face.

“Yoongi,” you warn, “remember who brought you the whiskey.” 

He steps closer to both you and Jin, crouching down next to you with a curious tilt to his head. His bottom lip juts out as he ponders the situation, scanning your face. 

“I want to win.” 

His voice comes clear as a whistle, tone completely monochromic with nothing but seriousness. Above your head he holds a snowball, dangling it in front of your face as he laughs at your struggles. You tut and bark your fury at both him and Jin, demanding to be let go and given the chance to run away. But sadly, you are not obeyed. 

Gravity allows the clump of snow to drop from Yoongi’s palm straight onto your forehead. Tagging you out and reigning Yoongi as victorious in this unfair mini-battle. He begins counting on his fingers all the people he has tagged and seen leave the premises. 

“There’s still a few lone wolves out there,” he turns back the way he came and begins stepping away. “Wish me luck!” 

You grumble in submission, begging Jin to get off your body and allowing you to stand back up. He helps dust off the pieces of snow that have gotten stuck to your jacket, smiling to himself as he wipes away the pieces that have fallen into your hairline. 

“You’re so mean,” you pout. Turning on your heels, you go to follow Rosie back towards the large cabin before Jin’s hands grab you. 

“But you got me, hon! How does that make me the mean one here?” 

His gleeful smile is infectious, making you smile like a complete duffus back at him. He shimmies himself in place, an attempt to make you feel better.

It works, but only slightly. 

“How about I take you back inside. Get you warmed up with a nice hot bath. How does that sound?” 

It’s cold outside but even colder inside as piece by piece you strip yourself of each layer of clothes. The warmth they hold against your body dissipates fast into the air. The running faucet of the bath cuts abruptly, turning your head to notice Jin finishing off the last bits of the tub with extra epsom salts. Small candles are lit on the one corner, flickering in the air as Jin moves skillfully around. 

Jin does have a knack for making things seem more than ordinary. 

His pants remain on, for now, but everything else is bare. His back is so inviting with the way his muscles flex over his bones. The moment he stands up straight from his hunched position your arms slink around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind and pushing up your nude body against him. You leave a soft, tender kiss to his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” you whisper. For no reason other than to tell him your feelings. Sometimes in the most random moments of the day you just want to express your adoration. 

His hands rub over your arms, loosening up your grip and twisting in your hold. As Jin faces you he’s already scooping up your chin with his fingers and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“You’re cute,” he grins. 

Jin’s eyes never leave yours, even with the temptation of staring down at your body from his height. He is solely focusing on the way you glow with mirth. 

“Let’s get in,” you mutter as your hands find their way to his waistband, ready to tug the leftover clothes down his body. “I bet it’s nice and warm. I love the added touch with the bubbles and candles.” 

“You go ahead, I want to grab us a drink first.” Jin spins you around, walking you to the side of the bath and leading you with his hand. One foot at a time, you step in slowly. The tingly sensation of heat nips at your frigid skin, instantly warming you up. He waits until you’re fully seated, submerged to the tops of your clavicle before heading downstairs. 

“I want to get the good wine,” he mentions as he heads out the door. “You can turn on the jet system if you want, just watch out for the bubbles!” 

You sigh deeply as you recline back onto the porcelain tub, running your hands over the goosebumps that have risen across your skin. It feels comfortable and much needed. The water is doing exactly what it needs to do to keep you nice and warm. 

The second you feel like you’re drifting away, even tilting your head back around the edge of the tub, you hear Jin coming back into the room. He steps around the area, two small tumblers in his hand along with a freshly popped wine bottle in the other. 

Your eyes watch the fabric of his bottoms drop to the tilted floor below, admiring the expanse of your boyfriend’s lengthy legs. Jin swiftly pours each of your glasses before entering the bath with you, stepping beside you and nudging your body over with his foot. 

Being with the man for over nine years makes life so much easier. There’s no more awkward first interactions, no risky or scary moments where you feel embarrassed or shy. It’s ultimately and domestically comfortable for you. You don’t even bother having to sneak a peak over at his hanging ball sack, he purposely exposes it openly for you to view. 

“How does it feel?” He questions as he takes a seat beside you, handing you your glass. “Will you let me sit behind you?” 

You take the wine glass with mirth, excited to sip leisurely at the darken liquid poured from the bottle. Jin drags you back by your shoulder after submerging himself, pulling you right against his chest so that you can lean back and enjoy the relaxing position. 

“I’m so happy you managed to snag one of the master bedrooms, mainly because of the bathroom,” you laugh as you tilt your head back for a swig. 

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he responds, humming a sigh as he sneaks his arms around your front and casually teases the round of your tit. His fingertips ghost over your nipple, blaming the bubbles obstructing his perfect view.

The mixture of alcohol plus the heavenly heat of the water feels as if you are in complete serenity, floating away into the ultimate comfort zone. Carelessly, you draw lines up his thigh with your one hand as the other keeps your glass above water. 

“I love you,” you repeat again. This time it earns a chuckle behind you, the water rippling as his shoulders shake. You turn around to look at him with a frown, saying an elongated “hey!”

Jin is quick to place a kiss to the side of your face, peppering them the longer you scowl at him for the rude response to your confession. When he sees you not cracking your act, he softens up a bit. 

He places his glass on the side of the tub before enveloping you completely with his arms, squeezing you tight against him and molding his face against yours. Slowly, he sways the two of you with the water. It eventually earns a creeping smile from your lips. 

“I love you too, honey. Don’t be upset with me when I find it funny that you casually blurt it out. It’s funny in a ‘cute’ kind of way,” he admits. 

“You keep calling me cute,” you huff. “I am more than that, I’ll have you know!” 

Your boyfriend uses his palms to rub over your arms, compressing the muscles under his fingers as he lightly massages you. 

“I know you are!” he whines back, a teasing tone laced in his voice. “You’re beautiful and smart. Sometimes even a little rambunctious when you need to be.” 

Jin’s lips meet the shell of your ear, the smile he wears is evident in his words he speaks. He gently nips at your lobe, sprinkling his luscious lips over the skin across your neck. 

Goosebumps rise and fall across your body again. The sensation is so intimate it makes you feel vulnerable under his ministrations. Even a small moan escapes your mouth as you lean into him. 

“We just got in the bath,” you warn – regretting the second you even say it. 

Jin takes it as he needs to stop his actions, so he pulls away. He contently sighs, admitting that you are absolutely correct and that the two of you should enjoy the water while the heat lasts. 

“Can I at least massage you a little bit?” 

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” you tut back, laughing the second he begins to smile. 

You nod, leaning off of him to sit up. Reaching back, you tap on your trapezius (right above your shoulder) to urge him to place his skillful hands there. Jin commits to the request, arching both thumbs into your back as the rest of his fingers hook around to anchor himself. 

Steadily, he rubs circles into your back. Pushing firmly against the muscles that lie underneath. Very small knots can be found in the right areas, he just needs to experiment a bit more to find them all. 

Together, the two of you sit there in perfect harmony. The longer his fingers press into your back the further your head begins to swim. With the way your body continues to stay warm, rising the temperatures around you – you don’t even question the way you fall head over heels for the man right behind you. 

You bite back the want to tell him that you love him, knowing how it probably will end if you do. So instead you turn in your spot abruptly, disturbing his course of actions with a request.

“Can I suck you off? You’ve been so good to me,” you stare at him with not a single care or fear of judgment. 

Your boyfriend is minorly caught off guard from the way you so nonchalantly ask him that he nearly chokes on his own spit. However, he doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches under water from the sound of promising pleasure. 

The thought process is very simpleminded of him, quickly shaking his head in approval. 

“Let’s get out of the bath,” he beckons you with both hands. 

You giggle at his eagerness, grabbing a washcloth off to the side and quickly running it over the parts of your body that needs scrubbing. 

“You go first,” you smile at him. 

From your spot you watch the way he shakes a towel around his body to soak up the water droplets. He’s dipping his hands in the bathwater quickly before running them throughout his hair. Jin’s eyes look at you with caution, curious why you refuse to move as fast as he is.

“I’ll be right there! I promise. Just give me 5 minutes and wait for me on the bed.”

His fingers tap under your chin quickly as he agrees. You can see his cock already hardening as his mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Hurry,” he beckons as he stands up. 

After Jin pads his way out of the bathroom, leaning over the tub to make sure he’s out of view completely, you unlock the drainage system for the tub. Rushing out of the pool of water, you’re careful to not slip on the tile below you as you scurry around the bathroom. You close the door momentarily, only to get to the small closet located right beside it. 

You secretly have stashed something for Jin in here on the first day you arrived. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to use the item. 

Tonight is that exact opportunity you need.

“Hon?” you hear the muffled voice of Jin through the otherside of the door. 

“I’m coming!” you shout back in an instant.

Your hands travel down the length of the piece of clothing you managed to throw on quickly. Smoothing out the creases and checking yourself over in the mirror above the two sinks.

You are not sure why you feel a hint of nervousness. Maybe it’s perhaps that this is the first time you are doing something like this. Surprisingly, you’re not sure why it hasn’t happened already. So you take that one deep breath you need to help steady your heart. The handle to the door twists with ease in your grasp as you rotate your wrist to unhinge the large wooden plank standing in the way between you and Jin.

With one swift motion, you reveal yourself out of the bathroom. Even taking your first few steps into the bedroom with confidence as you find a pair of eyes glued to you. You stop in your tracks when you can’t fully read Jin’s expression, sending a signal of doubt to your head.

“Oh no, does… does it look bad?” 

You shrivel up where you stand, at least that’s how it feels to you, as your hands grip at the loose fabric piece flowing over your body. Standing less than 10 feet away from Jin who is propped up on his bed, with a proudly standing erection in his hand and legs spread out, you feel as if you were in the wrong for whatever reason.

Jin blinks at your attire. Eyes wide like a milk saucer pan, frantically scanning over every single inch of your body. His lips part slightly, breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to gulp down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“Holy hell,” he looks at you in awe. “Holy – Y/n. No! Not at all! How’d you – Why…” he struggles to even form a straight sentence with you. 

He nervously cuckles, heat rises to his face as if he is a child caught red handed. Jin’s grip tightens around his growth out of frustration and excitement.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Hold on now,” he smiles with astonishment.

Jin stares at you in the most disrespectful ways. The small babydoll light pink slip you managed to sneak on completely throws him off guard. It’s satin and sheer, see-through in the areas across your stomach and teases his eyes with the lace spread across your breasts. But Jin is appreciative to no end. He cannot help the way his tongue comes out to swipe across his lips, coating them with a gloss of his spit.

“Thank you,” you smirk with praise.

You stand there with a bashful smirk. Feeling heat from embarrassment but also the feeling of achievement from Jin’s reaction. There’s accomplishment swelling up inside of you, so much that you have no clue what to do with it yourself.

“Shit… do a little twirl for me, I want to see it all.”

You obey naturally as you try to cover up your smile with your fist. One slow spin helps give Jin all the imagery he craves. It urges him to run his fist up his cock enough to tease himself, just as you stand there looking like a whole dessert.

The slip flows with your movements with elegance. It compliments each and every edge of your frame just how you always wished. The more reactions you see out of the Jin the more trust you have in yourself.

“So…” you hum with a quiet giggle. “May I help you with that?”

You give Jin’s dick a pointed look. Noticing how he’s struggling to keep his pace slow. He nods happily; even his entire face lights up with the way you get closer to the edge of the bed and begin kneeling on the mattress.

“Where did you get that?” he leans further back into his pillows as he releases his cock. His eyes never leave your body, they can hardly meet your face with how tantalizing you appear right here – right now.

“I did a little shopping,” you say in a teasing manner.

You crawl up closer to Jin’s side, smiling down at him as he aimlessly reaches his hands to touch you. He wants to feel the material for himself, but also he wants to feel how the material feels on you.

He loosely cups your chest, running his fingers around the lace trimmings. Jin presses into your flesh softly, enjoying the way his palms cuff you. 

As you take his cock in your hand, you hear a stifled groan out of Jin’s throat. He’s heavy and thick, even the base of his shaft begs you for friction as it twitches in your hold.

“Hm, can you keep the dress on for me?”

You nod your head as you lean closer to him and plant a kiss on his lips. Whispering slowly, you take in his bottom lip between your set of teeth.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

You run your palm up and down his shaft, jerking him slowly as your lips come in contact again. Soft huffes come fanning out on your face as you make-out with your boyfriend. His breath shortening by the minute.

His hands come to lather themselves over you. Touching you anywhere and everywhere. Rubbing softly and delicately over the curves and edges of your body as far as he can reach. You pump him with the same pace, flicking your thumb over his cockhead to spread the leaking precum oozing from the tip.

You take the lead, planting kisses and trail them down the side of Jin’s jaw towards the column of his neck. Your plush lips press into him teasingly, continuing down his exposed chest as you shift yourself down the bed. The goal is to level yourself comfortably above his cock, mouth parted and ready to suck.

Gently, you angle his cock towards your face. You admire the angry tip with smudged arousal glistening the top of it like a glazed pastry. Bowing your body, you purposely leave your ass lifted in the air as you bend down toward his lap.

One kiss. Two kisses.

By the third heavenly kiss to the tip of his dick, you poke out your tongue. Wetting the area in a teasing fashion. You slide it over the slit that leaks his juicy precum, tasting it on your tastebuds as your eyes look up toward him.

“Mmm,” you hum with a smile. Letting the man know you fully value how delicious his flavor is.

“God, you’re so gorgeous like that. With those eyes staring up at me,” he comments with a huff.

You thank him kindly by sinking your mouth on him. Allowing yourself to hollow your cheeks out and forcing the size of him inside. His cock lays across your tongue as you flatten it, allowing the girthy appendage to sweep past and inch closer to your throat.

Pulling back, you continue the rhythmic motion of bobbing your head down on Jin. Taking him in more by each gifted inch. Every time you pull back, you suck in – harder. More forceful with the next grind down on him.

You try your very best to keep contact with the lustful eyes staring down at you. His jugular bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising to keep up with his beating heart. Jin leers down at you with mirth radiating from him.

His hooded eyes twinkle with excitement and carnal desire. Even in the heat of his feverish delight, his palm can’t help but run over the side of your head and brush away the strands of your hair.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans out loud. He sets his teeth together as if they can hold back another noise, but it fails.

He encourages you to go faster with how prominent his hand is on the top of your head. The way he gradually begins pushing you down with your movements, a silent plea for you to take him all in.

You cover his entire shaft with your spit; allowing it to leak down and touch onto his pelvic area. With everything in you, you focus on breathing calmly. Even when Jin’s cockhead presses firmly against the back of your throat with his next firm push against your head.

Battling with your esophagus, you open it up graciously to allow him to shove further. Heat pools in your stomach as arousal gathers in your panties. You want to reach down, touch yourself to please your body, but you’re not granted that opportunity when Jin’s force makes your hands reach for his hips instead.

“Look at me, hon,” he nearly pants out. “Look at how you make me feel.”

He shifts himself up, thrusting his pelvis into your mouth as he holds your head. You groan and nearly choke out around him, gagging as his cock plunges further into your throat and forcing your mouth to widen further.

Tears draw near the brims of your eyes from the pressure; a reaction from your body when you cannot catch a breath for yourself. You stare up at him with determination, yet all Jin can see is how filthy your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

“You’re beautiful in that little dress of yours,” he compliments.

Jin pulls your head up abruptly, allowing your sucking to ‘pop’ as you are discarded from his dick. A string of saliva connected from his cock pulls and snaps from your lips as you hover in your spot right above Jin’s throbbing member. You gasp for air as if you came up from underwater.

“Jin!” you retort, but you’re met with a coy smirk.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n. I just want to keep doing that. I can cum so fast when you have me deep in your throat like that.”

Jin’s breath sounds slightly labored, yet you feel as if you’re doing all the hard work here. But you want to please the man you’ve been with for years on end. The one you could never replace. The same man who helped you grow as you helped him.

You point at him teasingly with a glint in your eyes. With a small wiggle to your eyebrows you agree to Jin that you accept such a request. Your wrist wipes away the remaining droll that escaped your lips before you dive down once again.

Slowly, you begin to descend. You tilt your head as you look up toward his flushed out face. He has a small crease between his eyebrows from the concentration he radiates as he stares down at you. His fingers comb through your roots, pulling your hair by the base and keeping them away from your face as you dip your head down on him.

With the way his fist forms in your strands, you realize how dedicated he is in wanting to control the pace. The pressure of his palm makes that certain.

“Fuck,” he slurs his word over the intoxicated way his head feels from the way your lips pinch around his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Jin encourages you. Tingling your ears and fueling that small admiration you secretly always crave. It makes you feel worthy. 

Accomplished.

As if you and only you can make him feel this way. You hold onto this notion, keep it close and secure right next to your heart as your mouth and throat are at war with his cock. Jin ignores the small gags of desperation you give off the more he pushes your head down, he knows you can take him.

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve pleased the man orally. 

But just how Jin’s motivating words fuel you, make you feel like such a good girl for him – your whimpers and tenacity charge him! Boosting that competitive and pampered ego of his, making him feel on top of the world when you’re breaking down around him in the most lustful ways.

“I’m close,” he warns through his soft pants. “So close, honey. You’re right there. Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His cockhead presses against the back of your throat as he holds you down on him with the purpose of shooting his load to the back of your mouth. Jin grunts softly, holding his breath the moment his orgasm hits him.

He twitches inside your mouth, you can feel it around your lips and throat. His cum lobs out in spurts; you hardly get to taste any of it with how deep it shoots out.

Your throat closes around him, trying to swallow him whole. You want to make Jin proud of you, as always. When you sense the way he begins to unwind down from his high, you slowly pull yourself off of his cock. Each receding inch gives you more room to breathe once again.

You hum; a lopsided smile sits on your face as you look over him. You watch the way his stiffened cock slaps down on his lower abdomen in defeat. Spent from its blissful release. However you give Jin hardly any time to recover.

You move up his body one more time, hands sliding up his bare skin until your fingers hook around the edges of his shoulders.

“How was that?” you speak with a bit of hoarseness to your voice.

Your leg swings over his lap, giving you the chance to straddle on top of Jin as you move your body closer to his. Knowingly, you hover your center directly above his sensitive cock that still spasms with aftershocks of his orgasm. But before you drop yourself onto his lap, you give Jin the fair warning with the way you link your lips back together with his.

Plunging your tongue past his teeth, you force him to taste himself. It doesn’t bother him one bit.

Jin hums a noise of brief protest, but you ignore it entirely.

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper against his kiss-beaten lips.

“Please,” you hum as you push your body against his.

Your boyfriend traces his palms across your exposed skin; up your arms, over your smooth thighs and under the loose fabric of your baby pink slip. He touches you with greed, pulling you with him as he feels your crotch come in contact with his dick.

Jin chokes out a moan, the friction so sensitive to him that he cannot help but be vocal with you.

“S-Shit,” he huffs. 

His fingers find their way between your thighs to graze over the sheer fabric that barely covers your pussy. Even from the first knuckle he uses to touch you, he can feel how graciously wet you are through the material of your thong.

You push into him once more, intentionally rubbing yourself against his cock. You grind down as your hands slither up the sides of his neck to grip at the back of his head. Holding him where you want him; kissing him how you want to kiss him.

“God, Jin. Fuck me now,” you beg with another dry hump. “Fill me up,” you speak in your most alluring tone.

Jin chases your mouth with his as he grunts back to your dirty spoken words. He lightly chuckles to himself in between kisses, a growing smile stops you from returning the last kiss.

“You’re seducing me you little minx,” he chuckles.

“It’s working,” you comment as you tug on his locks. “I’m so wet right now,” you whisper as you nose against his cheek. “So hurry and fuck me in this little dress.”

Without hesitation, Jin obeys the call of his beautiful lady. He hooks his arm around your body before swapping places with you in one swift movement. Your back lands on the mattress faster than you can count to 1. Jin’s already lifting the skirt of your slip to pool it around your waist in 2. His fingers pull away the thin material of your panties in 3 mere seconds.

He looks down between the two of you, eyes focusing right at the apex of your thighs that you willingly spread open for him. Opening yourself up wide to show how much you truly are glistening for him.

Heat rises with how close Jin places his body to yours. The alcoholic beverages you have drank surely does help with your temperature – even the nice warm bath helps keep you nice and toasty. But the way both you and Jin radiate such a hotness between each other, skin on skin contact, your body begins simmering like water in a pan. All your blood vessels rushing throughout your entire being in excitement and anticipation.

That’s what has you beginning to feel like you’re roasting over an open fire. Though, you are technically under that theoretical fire.

Jin.

“Beautiful,” he comments with adoration.

His fingers continue to spread your panties to the side, holding the fabric there as his body edges closer to you. Cock securely in his other hand to help guide him to your entrance, not before he leisurely runs his tip up and down your folds to gather up your slick.

Jin smiles to himself the moment his cockhead dips into you, pushing open your walls with a hasty movement. The two of you equally gasp for air as if your lungs were finally released from a tight squeeze. All the pent up elation and eagerness built such fever between the two of you, that the initial moment of Jin entering inside you feels even more intimate.

Once Jin fastens himself in a position to where he’ll be able to thrust into you, he lets his urgency take the better of him. You are top priority to him, and the gravity of the matter is heavy to his heart.

Your chest rises and falls the deeper he sinks, sitting his lap flush against your cunt and forcing a loud slap of skin to resound in the air. Jin anchors an elbow down into the mattress beside you as his free hand runs down your inner thigh to your knee – pinning that leg onto the bed. It grants him the beautiful angle to look down your entire body, ogling the scene before him as his cock rams into your body.

“Mmf,” you moan through your nose.

The pleasure feels so heavenly to you, you cannot help but flutter your eyes from how your body grasps onto the way Jin drags his cock along your wet walls. Lust energizes you to touch yourself by folding your chest. You grope and tug on your chest, kneading your tits between your fingers while you let out mewing groans of delight.

“Ah,” – you smile with a bright gleam – “More. More!”

Even when Jin angles his head closer to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin around your clavicle, he makes sure to maintain his sight down the length of your body.

Sloppy wet squelching noises echo in the room from Jin’s onslaught of thrusts. It only shows how shockingly wet you are for turning on your man.

You feel him fill you up completely before pulling back, only just to do it all over again. Jin rolls his hips expertly into you, knowing that you need and want nothing else but that. Your body twitches for him, involuntarily, as you chase his thrusts with your own.

“Jin,” you moan soft enough for only his ears to hear.

Your body becomes restless, unable to relax as your pleasurable high eggs closer towards the finish line. You can feel the way your cunt clenched tighter with each passing second.

A higher pitched moan escapes your throat when he picks up speed. Jin’s breath fans out across your neck as he lowers his angle, positioning himself deeper into your cunt in the process.

“You like that, Y/n?” he huffs out between the shortness of his breath. “I wish you could see how pretty you are with how hot and horny you look right now. God, I want you so much.”

His thrusts are quick and shallow, but they work overtime. Each time his hips rail into you, so does his pubic bone. It rubs and slaps your exposed clit in the ways you need it to. Brushing that itch of nerves that beg to be set loose.

“I always love it,” you admit in a breathless confession.

The knot in your lower stomach begins to tighten while your legs shake around Jin’s slotted frame. Your hands run all over your front, unaware of where to actually place them as you find something to hold onto. You’re hit with a rush of warm tingling sensations the second your orgasm appears, sending luscious jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your baby pink slip bunches up in your fists as you toss your head to the side while chanting Jin’s name like a mantra. He fucks you through your release, slapping his pelvis into you as his palm continues to pin you down frame underneath him.

The feeling of your orgasm clenching around his girth, holding him with a vice grip, has Jin screwing his eyes shut. Control entirely out of hand, lost into the abyss of the world; his thrusts gain speed but lose accuracy. Jin chases his climax as your breathless moans ring in his ears.

Your name is the only word he manages to sing through his guttural moan as he spills his entire load deep into your pulsing pussy.

Jin’s hips halt against you, cock completely submerged and cramped against your walls. Light perspiration gathers around pieces of your body to help cool you down. But, Jin pays no mind to the salty taste of sweat when his lips latch onto the underside of your ear after collapsing on top of your body.

A soft chuckle leaves his throat while his arms slither their way under and around your frame. He holds you close to him, skins sticking against another.

His breath fans out in small puffs. He smiles with each small peck of a kiss to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers softly.

Slowly and shallowly he ruts himself against you. Sensitivity for the both of you are very high.

“I love you too,” you smile with a laugh.

Your arms envelope around him, so do your legs. Embracing Jin in a naked koala-hug.

Moments of silence don't bother either of you. It’s comforting actually. You want nothing more but to snuggle up against your boyfriend, regardless of his softening cock still lodged deep inside of you.

Jin finally leans up with what room he’s allowed to, arm propping himself up as his free hand runs over his forehead to push back his dampened hair. He looks down with you, a smitten look dressed all across his features.

“You got a little drool running down your chin,” he comments as he scans the corner of your lip.

You blink at him as you prepare to respond matter-a-factually.

“I got a little cum inside of me too.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “I think a little drool isn’t my first concern here.”

Jin bites back his laugh while he nods. He slowly readjusts himself, dragging his cock out of you as steady as possible. The emptiness makes you miss him instantly, however you thank the small sting of pleasure reminding you that he was once there.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a bit of worry behind his eyes. “I know normally I ask ahead of time… I just got a bit carried away.”

You unravel your limbs from him, giving the two of you more breathing space. Together you sit up on the mattress, still leaning toward another as you keep your eyes connected.

“You’re ok, Jin. The clean up is a bit annoying but I don’t mind. I’ll just be in the bathroom for a little longer than usual. You know I have an IUD so at least that isn’t the problem,” you reassure your boyfriend as you straighten out the wrinkles in your slip.

Jin’s fingers come up to grip around the strap hanging on your shoulder, pulling it slightly back into its respective place.

“This dress… I blame this,” he smirks.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

“Would you stop scaring the birds away?”

Yip!

You roll to your side, away from the burning sunlight peeking through the narrow blinds. The constant noise of Taehyung’s six pound Pomeranian, Yeontan, barking up a storm outside stirs you awake. The voice of his girlfriend, Maggie, hushes the ambitious dog each and every time the furball speaks up.

Confidentially, you gauge the time to be far too early for your liking. Much too early to be awake at this hour. And too damn early to be smelling the beginnings of something so scrumptious, something so delicious, wafting into your room. 

It’s cruel how the scent urges you to stay awake. Calling to your senses enough to have your hand searching the other side of the bed for your boyfriend. 

The fabric feels cool, empty without the warmth of another body. If your intuition is correct, and typically it usually is, your best guess is that Jin must be cooking to his heart's content to accommodate the company of the houses with breakfast.

You give yourself a big long stretch, the type that nearly bone-pops your entire spine and pulls each muscle taut against another. Gingerly, you step yourself over to the bathroom, sliding on your boyfriend’s extra pair of fuzzy slippers and sliping each of your arms through the deep purple faux fur robe. It came as a couple’s set, no doubt Jin must be wearing his matching one seeing as it is missing from the hook. It serves to keep you as warm as possible in the early morning bitterness.

Your vixenous nightgown slinks over your curves, reminders of last night still replaying in your mind as you stare yourself in the mirror above the sink. The places his pillowy lips lingered far too long left small bruised spots on your skin. How his hands gently graced over the cups of your breasts, outlining the soft flesh before grazing over the tops of them. How his legs slotted themselves between your thighs, using his body to pry you open wider for him. 

Even the recurring thoughts about it makes your nipples harden and your body excited. 

You clear the small morning crusts from the tear ducts of your eyes and pick at the suspicious growing bump near the bottom of your chin before turning the faucet on. The moment your hand dips to test the running tap water, your eyes catch sight of something shiny slunk around your fourth finger. 

A deep furrow digs itself a permanent residence on your forehead as you analyze the silver band. Sitting comfortably on top of the piece of jewelry is nothing but a solid diamond rock, cut in the shape of a delicate snowflake and surrounded with two lines of matching small clear jewels. 

The water continues to run in the background as you zone out in confusion. Seconds easily turn into a lengthy minute of you just staring at this mysterious ring on your finger. It’s an obvious impression, a statement if anything. You are a fool if you think otherwise. 

The marvelous piece sparkles, shines. It is crafted so beautifully that Persephone would even be envious. Each microscopic edging refracts the light so gorgeously that you wish it is the reason your eyes begin to tear up. 

You stumble out of the bathroom, across the master suite littered with last night's residue, and down the descending steps of the overhead loft area toward the first level of the cabin. Hard on your heels, you pivot the moment you land off the very last step. You come face to face with Jin at the entryway of the kitchen, his hands full of tongs and spatulas. An apron covering his robe and slicked up bedhead hair. 

“Y/n?” He questions you with confusion and a look of concern across his face. 

The sound of your frantic pattering down the stairs, nearly losing a slipper in the rush, must have notified him of an urgency. To his own surprise though, it is you who meets him instead of any other residence from the second floor. 

“Jin?” Your voice comes out raw. It feels heavy in your throat, a harsh scratch straining against your vocal cords as your emotions begin to take over. 

Both of you stand there with wide eyes and shock, for several reasons all at once. Jin is confused as to why you’re up already and if his plan has ultimately been ruined. He cannot read the reason for the tears running down your cheeks or the small hiccup in between your breaths. You’re just trying to maintain every fabricated nerve inside your body to stay as sane as humanly possible. 

But the moment you catch the hint of kindness, the look of full blown sincerity through Jin’s deep chocolate brown eyes… you lose all rational thought.

Your vision blurs the next time you blink, left hand raising up into view. It physically shakes as you attempt to hold it still, flashing the bright rocked jewelry toward your boyfriend. 

“What is this?” You sob. It comes out ugly; a horrible clogged up voice that barely breaks into the air. 

With no hesitation, Jin drops down the cooking utensils to the nearest counter and his hands immediately snake around to envelope you. His palm softly pushes your head into him, holding you close as he leans his against yours. He shushes you, but it only worsens your state. 

“Honey,” he speaks into your hair. His voice is calm, but he, too, sounds different. 

You use the cloth covering his chest as your tissue. His arms are your safe-haven. Everything surrounding you feels like flooded warmth, comforting you like a thick blanket.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he lightly chuckles after sniffling. He reassures you with his hand slowly rubbing along the length of your back. “I’m making you croffles… your favorite.” 

“Y-Yeontan woke me up,” your voice comes out muffled as you bury your face further into his chest. 

Every hush, every calm and sweet word that Jin speaks only makes you weep more. It only confirms the realization of everything that almost starts feeling like a delusional dream.

“Look at me,” he taps your head lightly. 

You're reluctant at first, not wanting him to see your reddened eyes. But, you listen to his guidance. His thumbs swipe away loose tears that broke out, eliminating their existence as you try your best to look anywhere but directly at him. 

“Y/n.” 

“Is this… are you being serious? Is this what I think it is?’

“Look at me, please,” he pleads softly. 

You meet his heartfelt eyes, they glisten with moisture. Emotional, just like you. The sizzling and crackling of the pans on the oven momentarily remind you of his cooking. You attempt to direct his attention to it, afraid his food will spoil if left unattained. 

He quickly pulls you closer to the counter, stepping you aside to turn the dials down on the stove and lifting the pans away. A waffle frier dings simultaneously just as the bubbles of another pan begin to boil over the rim. 

Standing there against the edge of the counter, you timidly hold your arms close and across your body. The snug heat Jin provides your body disappears instantly as he swiftly manages the kitchen before coming back to you. Noodles, eggs, and various breakfast goodies linger about the area. Prepared well for whoever wishes to eat. 

“I’m so sorry, Hon. It was supposed to be a surprise.” 

He speaks, tone broken and saddened. His hands come to hold yours in his, fingers soothing over your palms. Jin steps closer to you, dropping everything to make you as unconcerned as possible. 

“I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed.” 

His eyes flicker between yours, watching the way they redden further as you silently sob. It breaks down his walls as he switches to his gentle nature. He feels the way your body trembles, how anxiety is riddled throughout your body and watches the way your bottom lip quivers. 

Jin’s eyes begin to match yours, coating lightly with a layer of tears. His fingertips never stop rubbing light circles into your palms as he leans closer to you. Voice caught in his throat and chest heavier than a weighted iron.

“Jin 一”

“一 I love you,” he confesses through a shaky breath. His hands squeeze yours tighter in his. A single tear rolls off the corner of his eye, mouth forming a soft yet weak smile. He’s trying his absolute best to improvise without direction, especially how his original plan goes right out the window. 

“I… I…,” he steps closer with a lump in his throat. His voice lowering, softening, as he continues to speak words he’s recited in his head for months. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. I could never imagine a life without you and I selfishly want to keep you to myself. These past nine, joyous, years have been the best years of my life and I want to secure more.” 

Each detailed and pronounced syllable rings through your ears. Edging you further to the tender, vulnerable places of your heart. 

Both you and Jin sniffle with a trembling laugh. A small shed of light onto such a heavy and sudden conversation. 

Slowly, Jin drops himself down to one knee with his fingers interlacing with yours. The glistening of the snowflake ring catches both of your attentions and Jin wastes no time planting a chaste kiss to your knuckles. 

“Y/n… You are the love of my life. Through everything we’ve ever been through, I can happily say with my entire heart that I am more than grateful to have spent all those times together. I love 一”

“一 Yes!” You chirp up with as much voice you can muster. It surprises him, making him blink up at you with astonishment. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!” 

Your hands are tugging him from the floor, urging him to stand tall once again and surround you with his arms. Tears stain down your cheeks as you’re seeking your lips for his. 

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Jin says between kisses. His hands cup your face, swiping away all the water lines even though his own are dripping down his cheeks. 

“I love you too, Jin. So so so damn much,” you exclaim as your hands grip onto his shoulders. “I wouldn’t want any other person out there, only you!” 

The two of you start lightly laughing at the hysterical cries you each release, overwhelming feelings taking over your bodies. You’re equally a mess, trying to regain normality of your bodies but the high of something new, wholesome, sweet, and heartwarming blasts you with an immense amount of blissful joy. 

You stand there trying to clean another up with fits of laughter and sniffles and snorts as happiness radiates between the two of you. A mysterious glow, innate charm shining around each of you as you accept the step step of your lives together. 

Too distracted with another, neither of you have noticed the sound of the outside sliding door opening and closing. Nonchalantly, the voice of Taehyung’s girlfriend begins walking past the view with a riled up and snow covered Yeontan in her arms. A thick fur coat covers her only to her knee caps and two large snow boots horde heat to her feet. Clearly the attire is thrown on to maintain the little dog for a morning potty break.

“You just had to go into the snow piles that are taller than you and now you’re covered with large clumps of snow,” she scolds Yeontan as if he truly can understand her. “I’m going to need to towel dry you, you furry fiend!”

Maggie notices the smell of food, her nose lifting in the air until she connects her eyes to the area of the kitchen. However, she immediately fixes her attention to the state of dismay you look to be in and her eyebrows shoot straight up to her hairline. 

It’s only when she steps closer as she questions if everything is alright, does she notice that Jin also has watery-eyes but with the largest grin on his face. Embarrassment flushes over you, too many emotions running amok in your body, that results in you nuzzling your face further in Jin. He gestures to Maggie with a thumbs up, letting her know things are perfectly fine 一 more than fine, really.

They’re great! 

You hear the hushed steps of Maggie walking away before Jin’s voice is requesting you to come out of hiding. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes looking down at you through long eyelashes. 

“I had this whole, sweet thing planned out to propose to you. Sizing your finger whenever you were fast asleep and spending eons on trying to pick out the most perfect ring that suited you. I hope asking you something like this is acceptable. I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though you’ve already said it, I need to ask it. Will you please marry me?”

“I just need you, Jin. I don’t need anything but you. Thank you for putting in so much hard work for me. To make things the way you wanted it and I'm sorry they didn’t pan out the way you anticipated. I would have said yes regardless of whether it was a ring or not. I love you with my whole heart, Jin.”

You kiss him, lovingly with warmth. The plush of his lips melt perfectly into yours, soft and gentle just like his natural demeanor when it comes to you. 

“Of course, I will marry you!”

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[vagabond-umlaut]

we're the summer to our winter rain [series]

▸ each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :)) ▸ please don't spam like and reblog! enjoy reading! <3 ▸ masterlist

⁕ blue hawaii (student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; fluff; pining! gojo; oblivious! snarky! reader; worried bestie! geto; wingman bestie! geto)

⁕ gesundheit (student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; sickfic; gallons & gallons of tooth-rotting fluff; eternally pining gojo; eternally oblivious reader)

⁕ fairy cakes (student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; background nanami x haibara; lots and lots of fluff; pining; teasing; missions; injuries and recoveries; reader is in denial and acceptance (confusing, ik); (i repeat) soft tooth-rotting fluff (i promise))

⁕ ramé [six steps to catch one's crush's eye — by the six eyes] (student!gojo satoru x student!reader; fem!reader) 1/6 || 2/6 || 3/6 || 4/6 || 5/6 || 6/6

⁕ gray cashmere (student! gojo satoru x student! fem! reader; 4400 words of me trying my best to forget the horror of the 'Hidden Inventory Arc' by writing THE CANON-DIVERGENT FIC I DESPERATELY NEEDED TO FUNCTION ATP; Hidden Inventory Arc Spoilers with Canon-Level Violence; Angst with a Happy Ending)

⁕ paper planes (gojo satoru x fem!reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; au happy for all except toji lovers (sorry ＞︿＜))

⁕ plotting circles (gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; clubs; drinking; wedding; eloping; fluff and angst)

⁕ tick tock tick! (gojo satoru x fem!reader; time travel; light-hearted banter & tooth-rotting fluff ft. the one-and-only sassy-yet-concerned-bestie!student-shoko)

⁕ BTS: BEHOLD THE SCREEN [SMAU]

⁕ THE LOVE CONFESSION THAT NEVER HAPPENED (TEEN!GOJO SATORU X TEEN!FEM!READER; FLUFF WITH A PINCH OF ANGST; THIS FIC IS NOT CANON TO THIS SERIES!!!!)

#only i can reblog this. thanks! <3 #kit lists her series 📃

[driedupeyeballs]

you should totally tell us some of your Jamiazu headcanons/lh

OK UH LETS GO THIS MIGHT GET KINDA ANGSTY BUT RAAAH

So Jamil was definitely initially the type to be like “oh, a crush. How do I get rid of it.”

This is both bcuz he’s a loner and also bcuz he’s never really been allowed to have anything to himself for his whole life, so something like a long term relationship seemed especially out of the question. He initially was the type to wait it out and just let the feelings disappear on their own (spoiler: they didn’t)

As for Azul, he fell for Jamil almost immediately but was slow on realizing it. It was probably some off handed comment from one of the twins that made him conscious of the fact he had this crush, but he was pretty confident that Jamil didn’t like him back so didn’t act on it.

They both have a kind of guilt about not being good enough, Jamil because he has like no free will and Azul because of all his self esteem issues. They both feel inferior but see each other as absolutely perfect, they just completely adore each other

Azul is very reassuring, and just generally good with words like compliments and whatnot. This goes past their relationship, Azul just has a supreme vocabulary which is half the reason he’s able to rope so many people into schemes. Jamil isn’t as verbal or eloquent, he generally expresses his love more through acts of service like he’s used to, but it’s different w Azul. Cuz he’s not doing stuff for him because he has to or because of work, he’s doing it because he wants to, because he wants to make Azul happy cuz he’s one of the few lights in Jamil’s life.

I think Azul confessed first and Jamil ended up being the one to ask him to be his bf, probably took Azul a long ass time before he did open up to Jamil about his feelings and obviously Jamil reciprocated long before he knew Azul liked him, but he had his whole plan to repress it until it goes away lmao. So once he knows he’s not getting rid of it he’s the one that takes the initiative to make it official.

They didn’t get together immediately, kind of had a gray area period of knowing they like each other and acting sort of coupley just not having any labels on it. (But Jamil kinda likes the labels cuz he’s possessive but not like in a toxic way)

They cook for each other like a lot… Jamil’s love language is food atp and he knows Azul struggles with it so he lets him take it at his own pace. Azul doesn’t cook a lot cuz he’s not confident in his skills despite being great at it, he starts cooking for Jamil a bit later on and wow I’m realizing this whole segment is ripped straight out of aquarium cuz that fic rearranged the chemistry of my brain

They’re even worse about sharing clothes than most couples, they both like clothes w hoods (Jamil so he can hide and Azul cuz it’s dark and confined) so they end up stealing each others hoodies every chance they get until eventually no one knows which is whos anymore… Jamil can also occasionally be seen wearing that light blue coat from Azul’s dorm uniform if it’s especially cold outside (merfolk don’t get cold as easily so Azul’s always loading off his jackets onto Jamil in the winter)

On the topic of Azul’s merform, personal headcanon that it’s long as fuck, like 30ish feet, our man could easily crush a boat lmao. That’s one of the reasons he hides it away so much, not only is he self conscious he’s also afraid of accidentally hurting someone since his tentacles kinda have minds of their own and explore by themselves when he isn’t paying attention. It took a while before Jamil saw his merform, like a WHILE. like not until after NRC type shit cuz of a plethora of reasons. Jamil was always curious even before they started dating, but despite his anticipation took it at a leisurely/slower pace for Azul cuz he didn’t wanna make him feel rushed or uncomfortable.

When Jamil finally saw Azul’s merform tho it was a very sweet scene… our snake boy practically fell in love all over again lmao

Azul has not stopped trying to get Jamil into Octavinelle, in fact he’s gotten worse. He’s always pulling out the “I still think we could rule the world together” and Jamil just says the octavinelle hat is ugly then kisses him so he’ll shut up

Jamil deliberately kept their relationship a secret from Kalim specifically for months. Both because he’s trying to disconnect their lives a bit more and also bcuz… it’s Kalim. He’d probably throw like a “congrats on getting a boyfriend” party which Jamil did not want to deal with lmao. As for Azul, the tweels were the first to know. (In my headcanon/heart Kalim is besties w the tweels so he probably found out through either them or just general word of mouth cuz Jamil was determined to keep that shit from him for as long as possible)

Azuls big on pet names, E.G “my pearl”, “angelfish” etc. Jamil just sticks to “habibi” (and “asshole”/“cephalofuck” )

Azul comes to all of Jamil’s basketball games, and Jamil tries to participate in board games sometimes but he gets a lil too competitive sometimes lmao… board games club dnd campaign is kinda real to me tho so he’d probably play in that (and queue Azul “i roll to steal Jamil’s heart <3” then rolls a 4 and everyone else pisses themselves laughing while Jamil contemplates moving to another country and never being seen again)

Azul is a massive animal lover, he’s fascinated by earth animals. Jamil has had to stop him from petting a feral raccoon on several occasions. He also shares Jamil’s fondness for snakes and parrots too, I imagine if they ever move into together they’d have plenty of pets… *clears throat* I definitely haven’t made and named… pets for them… *awkward coughing*

General Azul HC he blushes blue cuz octopi have blue blood and Jamil adores this

ANYWAY UH I’ve gone on way too long here um yes JAMIAZU!! After NRC they move into a beachfront place in the Shaftlands and they r happy and canon and I am so mentally ill over them

#jamiazu #azujami #azul ashengrotto #twst jamil #Twst headcanons #I am so normal about them