#sorry its a listening to For Memories kinda night

[transphilza]

there is something soo perfectly raw about ycgma and miwb though i would admittedly love to hear the exact same songs rerecorded in studio someday not to make them “better” just to hear side by side how his playing and his vocals have cleaned up since then cause we know they have

#you ever think about how raising up the key of iafiap was the best decision they ever made Me too. his voice sounds so damn good with it #sorry its a listening to For Memories kinda night #can you imagine white wine in a wetherspoons with how his vocal range is now. Auth #Augh!

[a-kaash-me-outside]

˚₊‧ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴡ? ‧₊˚

♡ ft. geto, toji, gojo, higuruma, nanami ♡ total wc: 10.9k // nsfw minors dni! // ♡ contents: ౨ৎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ౨ৎ, afab reader she/her pronouns, no smut in gojos or tojis im sorry, emotionally stunted men kinda but they grow isnt that nice (not talking abt higuruma and nanami god no), the aftermath of fwb caught feelings, consolation, emotional aftercare ig, lotta domestic fluff for higuruma and nanami's!!!! (everyone say ty @noosayog for nanami's bc she is the only reason i wrote his) ♡ listen along: casual by chappell roan ♡

- ᡣ𐭩 time passes and people change, and just because you fell first doesn't mean you don't get a happy ending + bonus continuation of higuruma's and nanami's ᡣ𐭩 -

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ɢᴇᴛᴏ [ 3 ʏᴇᴀʀs ]

on the list of people that you thought you’d see tonight, geto isn’t even in the top 100, not because of probability or likelihood, but solely based on the fact that you have not thought about this man in years. if you were asked the question from your future self, “holy shit, guess who we saw tonight?” you would’ve listed old friends, distant relatives, exes, minor celebrities, other flings, teachers from high school, people from stories you’ve only heard of, and then geto. 

after that night, you really didn’t see barely any of him. a few posts on your feed: one 2 weeks after and another 2 months after that one when you remembered that you forgot to unfollow him. once on campus: him across a million tables getting lunch with some girl too long after your little thing for you to care about who she was to him at all. once at a mutual (though you didn’t know was mutual at the time) friend’s party close to graduation: you ran into him grabbing a drink from the cooler and neither of you said a single word to each other, just exchanged a very knowing glance.

fast forward a handful of years, with geto not on your mind during a single one of them, and you’re stunned, nearly speechless, as you recognize him across the bar. the track of which your mind is racing takes you stop after stop to thoughts and feelings you didn’t really ask to experience. they follow a curving roadmap in your mind of: why is he here? ↝ wow, he looks great ↝ does he live nearby still? ↝ that’s weird ↝ no, it isn’t weird, i still live here ↝ then what are the fucking chances that he’s here ↝ no, seriously he looks so good

he looks different though, you realize about 3 minutes into sneaking glances in his direction, in some way that you just can’t put your finger on right now. in your slightly tipsy state, you barely stop to ask yourself how you even clocked that it was him so quickly, how there was no hesitance in the recognition or questioning in the placing. he looks really fucking good.

in fact, now that all of the obligatory thoughts have come to a heed, that’s really the only thing that you can think about. how good he looks.

the events that happened that ended your situationship all of those years ago are nothing but outlines now; whatever you said or he said just sounds like underwater conversations. you can see the way that you left and you remember being dumbfounded, but everything else has lost its sting, like a story you’d recall to a friend of a friend in a setting much like the one you’re in. time has handled the memory the way that time does and as a result, when the two of you finally make eye contact after what feels like an hour of missed mutual glances, you offer a small wave. a wave that says, “i remember only knowing you in past tense. we are such different people now, i wonder what it would’ve been like if we met now instead.”

the wave was the first step, technically, sure, but he makes the literal first step. he departs from the conversation he’s been enthralled with for as long as you’ve been stealing glances and he weaves between people in the middle of their own stories before ending up in front of you. 

when he does, he asks, as if he’s just randomly bumped into you rather than intentionally coming over, “shit… is that you?” he puts his hand on the back of your chair, thumb brushing your shoulder.

the friend that you’re with cocks their head, furrows their eyebrows, has no idea who this is or their connection to you, the timelines of their interactions with you spaced too far apart for one to know the other. geto notices this look, addresses it. “we used to…,” he pauses, “see each other? for a little bit.”

you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest at the way he describes it. “yes, yes we did,” you nod. “back in college,” you explain a little further, “been a while.”

the interaction quiets, the two of you exchanging soft smiles instead of words, and your friend knows where this thing is going before either of you even do, so they bow their head, offer their seat to geto, and take their leave in the name of some bullshit excuse. he takes it without a second thought, asking you how you’ve been, laughing about the time that you saw each other at that party, and after an hour of just talking he says, “yeah, i actually thought about you the other day.”

you nearly choke on the drink he’s bought you. you rush to put it down. “you did?” you ask.

he nods. “i don’t even remember what prompted it. i think, maybe, i saw a photo of myself from college and how different i looked and how different i feel now and then just, out of nowhere, remembered how shitty i was to you.” 

you don’t say anything in return, running your finger around the lip of your glass as you stare at him. you don’t know how to say that you don’t care anymore, that you haven’t thought of those days in years, that the surprise that you displayed a few seconds ago was completely genuine, because you were so convinced that neither of you had. it comes out something like a shrug and, “we were practically kids.”

he answers so quickly, “well, kids or not, i’m sorry.”

you laugh, gently so he won’t think you’re laughing at his apology. really, you’re laughing at the notion of apologizing for an act that no longer warrants forgiveness. you laugh at the thought of giving it anyways. you place your hand on top of his on the edge of the bar. “thank you,” you nod. he nods back. 

when you let him take you back to his place for old times sake, you’re half-expecting the same person from the ghosts of memories from years ago, like all of the things he said at the bar were just a last ditch effort to usher the night in the exact direction that it’s heading in. 

but he’s different now, just like he said he was before he apologized, and you can feel it in his movements and his actions. more confident, more intentional. he kisses you first and it doesn’t taste selfish. it doesn’t feel rushed to get to the main event. he savors it, holds your head in his hands, and doesn’t touch a single other inch of your body until he’s found the right combination of fingertip pressure and tongue that has you melting into his palm.

your mind flickers to the notion that these actions might be pre planned because they feel so meticulous and thought out, but that impression quickly dissolves when he sinks inside of you, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he does, his hand reaching down to cup your cheek, fingers nearly trembling against your jaw when he presses his hips completely against the insides of your thighs. 

“shit,” he hisses, hands moving down to your waist, fingers light like feathers practically crawling against your skin, as if each print was so grateful it got to make contact with the softness below. when he grips into the fat of your hips, he’s careful, intentional or not, pressing his thumbs into the bone, but not letting his nails leave a single mark. it’s pressured, but comfortable. 

he holds you in place, slowly pulling his hips back and he can’t help but look down between your legs, watching himself disappear inside of you, a creamy mess at the base, shallow breaths recycled in his chest. 

“hey,” you say, eyes locked on the tenseness of his jaw and the way that he stops himself with sharp inhales. he finds your gaze in a second. “don’t hold out on me here.” you rest your arm on his bicep, fingers curling around wherever they can reach.

you can feel it under your palm, his muscle tensing as his pace picks up, rhythm consistent, but unrelenting. the breaths come out of you quickly and you’re unable to hold any sort of facade. “ah- shit, f-fuck,” you cry, “holy shit.” you squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing harshly as strangled noises leave you without vetting a single one.

“n-no,” you shake your head, regretting it instantly as he slows down in response. you shake your head harder, “no, don’t stop, but- ah,” you groan, “your- you were- i meant,” you exhale a laugh, “let me hear you.”

his eyes widen slightly as he processes what you want from him, and then he listens. he leans down to kiss your lips and then your cheek and then your jaw and then your ear. yes, he’s fucking you better than you’ve ever been fucked in your entire life, but that’s not what makes you crumble. no, it’s his grunts and pants and breathy groans pressed right up against your skin. 

you thread your fingers into his hair, twirling the ends of the locks between the tips, raking your nails down the base of his neck to the front, and then smoothing them down his chest. “more,” you mumble against him, and you’re not sure exactly what you mean, but he gives it to you, whatever it is. you’re certain he’d give you anything in the world right now if you just asked for it.

there’s a moment after when you’re lying there with him, shoulder pressed up against his, chest heaving, barely recovered, that you find yourself back in that college dorm. you don’t know why the tightness is rising in the hollow below your sternum, but it is. you remind yourself that you weren’t expecting anything from this anyway, so it doesn’t matter, but it does. you’re not sure if you just don’t want to be treated like that again or if it has something to do with geto being the one lying beside you. 

when you turn your head to face him, he’s already looking at you. he doesn’t shy away in embarrassment, like it’s wrong that he’d be gazing at you after all of that. his features are steady, confident, strong. he smiles softly, brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “should we get breakfast in the morning?”

in the morning, you repeat in your head. you wait a beat, trying to come up with something to say, to proceed with caution or to discern his intentions or to at least not sound desperate, but all that comes out is, “in the morning?” 

he nods, turning on his side so he can stare at you without his neck getting sore. he inches closer to you, kissing the top of your shoulder and then your temple. he drapes his arm over your stomach. “if that’s okay with you,” he says and then kisses you again.

“okay,” you nod back, lazy smile on your lips, eyelids heavy at the warmth surrounding you now as he pulls you closer to him. “yeah, sure,” you affirm, voice so soft and airy that the tightness in your chest is lifted away with the words, all that’s left is a hope you feel comfortable letting stick around.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᴛᴏᴊɪ [ 3 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ]

you are not expecting anyone. you have resigned yourself to a nice pair of pajamas and comfy socks and a warm cup of tea and a spot in the living room that you will only leave for a refill and bathroom breaks. you are tucked into the corner of your couch, back pressed up against the sturdy arm, legs crossed, and a throw blanket over your lap.

you are not expecting anyone, so the sound at the door should have felt a lot more jarring. well, it is jarring for a second, a few seconds actually, the echoing disruption bouncing off of the walls of your living room and back to you, but then the noises repeat themselves, like they’re on a looping track, and you realize that-

you know that knock. heavy-handed with a tight fist, back of the knuckles, not the tops. almost pittering out by the end of the three successions, like the first one is direct and assured, but the second and third don’t really bother keeping up. that knock almost makes you run to the door. if it were 3 months ago, you’d be skipping to the door. 

but you hesitate for a few reasons. firstly because when the connection hits that you know that knock very well, you remind yourself to proceed with caution. secondly because it sounds the same but with a difference as small as a hairline fracture. you heard that knock far too many times during the span of a year and a half, and this one sounds almost completely identical, but there’s a half second pause between the first knock and the second knock and the raps feel less impatient. 

you don’t have to look through the peephole to know who’s standing on the other side of the door, but you’re glad you do anyway. if for nothing else, it gives you a slight edge, you’re convinced, like you’ve seen him first, you have the upperhand now. at least, that’s what you tell yourself. 

toji hadn’t contacted you since he left that day. no texts. no calls. no showing up at your apartment at 3 am. nothing. you kept telling yourself that you’d hear from him. when that didn’t happen, you started telling yourself that you didn’t care if you heard from him. you’ve actually been waiting for this moment, replaying what it would look like if he came back, the things you’d say to him and how you’d say them.

now, looking out at him just standing there, you’re frozen. every scenario you’ve replayed in your head, all of the emotional venting and blow out screaming that you’ve rehearsed and you can’t recall a single scene. you think about leaving him out there, about telling him to go away through the door or just pretending like you’re not home.

“i can see the shadow of your feet under the door,” toji calls out, muffled by the barrier between you guys, and yet it still rings out through your entire body. 

you slowly open the door. though, even if it took an entire hour to open the door, you’re not sure it would’ve mattered. you don’t think time is something that could’ve prepared you for seeing him. seeing him didn’t even prepare you for seeing him. you don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything, folding your arms over your chest. you just wait. 

“i-,” he starts, but then immediately stops, half sighs/half scoffs as he leans his chest forward, eyes scanning the inside of your apartment, for what exactly you’re not sure. 

“what, toji?” you ask, voice stronger- and more annoyed- than you anticipate it being. you’re grateful for that. “why are you here?”

“shit, this is already hard enough for me t-,” he says, shaking his head, corner of his mouth tugging upward in frustration. 

you narrow your eyes, cutting him off, “sorry, this is hard for you?” you feel like laughing or strangling him more than you do crying, which is a desired outcome in this situation, you suppose. “you know that you haven’t talked to me in three months, right? you haven’t talked to me?” you ask, and you can feel your pulse in your wrist and your chest now, because the lines are coming back to you slowly, one by one, circling your brain, fueling your confidence. 

“yeah, no, of course i know that,” he combats, like you’re the one that’s being an asshole right now. 

you smooth your fingertips against your eyes, blocking the sight of him out for just a second before gesturing with your hand as you ask, “are you going to answer my question or…?”

“look, i said that this is hard enough as it is for me to just be here,” he snaps, and if you were a little less annoyed, if he hadn’t come at this whole thing exactly how he was, you might’ve clocked the desperation in his voice or the uncertainty in his pupils. 

“do you know how fucking stupid you sound right now?” you ask. it’s a rhetorical question. 

one week after he left, you were certain he was going to come back. you and toji had gone a week without seeing each other or even speaking. you had even gone two weeks. sure, the conversation felt much more serious and, sure, really deep down you knew this time was different, but still, you held out dumb hope. 

one month after he left and you realized this was not just him being weird and distant. this was something brand new that you had never had to deal with before. you were still trying to figure out how to navigate it when the two month realization hit: that maybe he wasn’t coming back at all, ever, maybe you had done something wrong. if he had shown back up on your doorstep during that time this conversation would’ve gone very differently you think. 

but he didn’t. he showed up at month three when your reaction to random memories of toji were no longer tears and guilt, but laughter and bitterness. there weren’t many things that toji could say right now that would warrant anything more than you standing in your doorway for 4 minutes or less. 

“i-,” he starts, but then sighs. he looks left, down the hallway of your building, eyes shifting from object to object out of your view. 

“please don’t waste anymore of my time,” you reply and it’s softer than you intend. you thought it’d come out angrier. that seems like a theme for you tonight: everything sounding different in your head. when he doesn’t reply, you start a countdown, promising yourself that when you make it to 15, you’ll close the door in his face. you only make it to 13.

“i’m not here to waste your time,” he says, with no air of disgust or annoyance, the first halfway decent thing he’s said to you tonight. “i-,” he huffs again, “i’m here to say sorry. and-,” he hesitates. 

you wait, just listening. the longer that he hesitates, the more time you have to think about what he might say and how you’re standing with your door open for the entire floor to hear your conversation. you’re not sure what’s worse, having this conversation in the confines of familiar grounds or the openness of neutrality.

“and ask… are you already seeing someone else?” he finishes. 

you’re dumbfounded, blinking at him slowly before responding in the only way you can think of right now, “goodnight, toji.” you shake your head, cursing yourself for expecting anything more.

“no,” he rushes to say and then stumbles over the rest, “i- i tried to see somebody else, quite a bit of other people actually…”

you scoff, squinting at him, saying more sternly this time, with an added attestation of closing the door in his face, “goodnight, toji.”

he reaches out with a quick reflex, grabbing the door before you’ve barely even moved it. “wait, no, i- fuck,” he mutters, scrambling, “can i just come in?”

“so that was your plan then?” you drop your hand from the door. “to come back here unannounced, be shitty to me, ask if i’m sleeping with anyone, tell me that you’ve slept with lots of people, and then ask if you can come inside?” you ask.

“i didn’t have a plan-,” he replies.

“clearly,” you interject.

“but i’m trying,” he finishes, and you’re waiting for there to be more, to explain exactly how this constitutes as trying, because you don’t really see that here.

“fucking christ, toji, you’re going to have to try harder than whatever the fuck this is,” you sneer. 

“we- we had a good thing,” he tries again. you don’t understand how every time he opens his mouth it gets worse and worse. why are you even entertaining this anymore?

“fuck you, man,” you scoff, and it feels like all of the anger has left your body, and in the void where it once was present is nothing but disinterest. 

“no, not like that,” he backpedals. maybe if he would say more than four words at a time, or four better words at a time, then you wouldn’t have to keep filling in the blanks or being pissed off or- “for the last six months of our relationship, i didn’t sleep with anyone else,” he admits like it’s the answer to all of your problems. the word relationship burns at the forefront of your mind so hard that you don’t realize what he’s said for 10 whole seconds.

“i, so what?” your voice is unconvincing even to your own ears. you had slept with other people even 2 months before that last day. that wasn’t the issue. you guys were allowed to sleep with other people. you had an explicit conversation about the fact that you could sleep with other people, something along the lines of, hey, we can see other people right? yeah, we’re not fucking dating. okay, just checking.

the so what, you had already answered for yourself, inner voice replying to your own question, screaming, you guys were exclusive, unknowingly to each other, for 2 whole months before you confessed and he left. 

his answer is much different. he says, “so nothing really. i just- i needed you to know that.”

“well, what the fuck do you want me to do with that?” you ask, and it comes out bitter and discouraged, but what you really mean is, please tell me what you want, please, can you just tell me that you missed me. 

“whatever you want,” he answers instead.

you take a deep breath, a million emotions coursing through your veins and up your throat. “you know what?” you say, and it doesn’t sound angry, it sounds playful, “no, seriously,” you smile and then you laugh, “fuck you, toji.” you close your mouth like you’re done talking, like that’s all you needed to say, but your heart disagrees, forces more words out into the air no matter how hard your jaw is clenched shut.

“you show up here and you’re an asshole and then you’re decent and then you say shit like that and then- then i ask you what you fucking want from this, what you’re trying to play at here and you tell me whatever i want?” you say, exasperated. 

“what i wanted was for you not to leave me three fucking months ago. that’s what i wanted,” you spit, “i wanted you to tell me this shit three fucking months ago before i sat alone, by myself, sad and then angry, and the entire time, fucking missing you, you fucking asshole. that’s what i wanted.”

and then it’s there, out in the open, airing for the two of you to witness and to face, and no matter what happens, you know you’ve done everything and said everything that you’ve needed to. he’s quiet for a few moments and you let him be, not tapping your foot or rolling your eyes or being pissed off, but just letting it play out. if this is the last time you ever see toji, why not just let it play out?

“okay,” he says, and it’s soft in a way you’ve only ever heard from him one time in your entire relationship. “i’m sorry.” he pauses. “i really don’t know how to do this,” he admits and you believe him. it feels different from when he told you something along those lines earlier, but you have a feeling that this is what he was trying to say all along. 

“do what?” you push, because your mind is making assumptions, but if he’s going to prove anything to you, he needs to start now. 

“ask for forgiveness?” he says, like he’s thinking out loud, “apologize? date someone?” you don’t say anything. you’re looking for something more concrete than that. it takes a handful of uncomfortable seconds before he says, “actually care about someone.”

“and do you?” you ask.

his lips press into a thin line, his eyes shift from left to right again. you can feel him getting antsy with the conversation and he’s barely said one vulnerable thing. you look at him, eyes soft and pleading, silently begging him that if he’s grown from this, you’ll let him back in, you swear, but you’ve been hurt before and you know what you’re worth, so you’re going to need some sort of evidence as collateral. “yeah,” he mumbles, but it’s audible. “you,” he says like it isn’t obvious, and it’s quiet and daunted, but you really appreciate the effort.

“okay,” you say, and that’s all you say.

“okay?” he questions, confused. “that’s it?” 

“yup,” you say, but your small smile and the fact that you’re not slamming the door in his face again gives away a bit more than that. 

“can i… come in?” he asks, hesitant, like he’s still being tested.

you shake your head, hand gripped onto the edge of the door. “no,” you say, scrunching up your nose and furrowing your eyebrows. “because if you come in here, we’re going to have sex,” you admit, half because it’s the truth and half just to see the look on his face. (it’s worth it.)

“wait,” he says, placing his palm flat against your door, but not moving it. his hand is now inside of your apartment, the only part of his body that’s made it past this invisible barrier of hallway and your place. “that sounds like a great thing. why am i not allowed in?”

“because this is me having self-control,” you explain, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing the small portion of him that’s crossed the division back into the hallway. when you feel his skin against your pinky, soft fabric of that familiar shirt underneath your palm, you almost make a fool of yourself right after you say the word self-control, but you remind yourself what’s at stake here, what you really want. 

“i came all the way out here to see you-,” he starts, but he doesn’t make a move to replace his hand on your door, letting his arm fall back to his side. it’s for the better, too, because you’re not sure how much more self-control you have already, no matter how much you tell yourself about longevity and whatever. 

“if you really care,” you interrupt him, using his few vulnerable words against him, “and you weren't just trying to sleep with me tonight,” you pause, letting those words sink in, “you will go home and you will call me tomorrow morning and we will get breakfast- the least sexy meal of them all- and then maybe coffee if i enjoy hanging out with you outside of just having sex with you, and then we will go from there.”

“i-,” he starts to protest, but you cock your head. the truth is, if he said another word, reached out and touched your cheek or your hip or really anywhere on your body, if he kissed you, or just walked inside of your apartment and sat down on your couch, you wouldn’t have stopped him. you might even have gotten breakfast with him anyways. he doesn’t know that, you don’t think, but even if he does, he doesn’t act on it. he bows his head slightly, conceding, and says, “okay. i will just… talk to you… tomorrow… then.”

you nod. “goodnight, toji,” you say, hand on the door, closing it as slowly as you opened it. 

“uh, yea, night,” he says back. you won’t tell anyone, and neither will he, about the stupidest small smile you see on his lips as he leaves your apartment that night or the fact that he wakes up extra early the next morning, muttering under his breath about how ridiculous dating is before he calls you at 9:30 on the dot.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ɢᴏᴊᴏ [ 3 ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ]

being away from ɢᴏᴊᴏ feels like detoxing. not from like hard drugs or alcohol, but… coffee. 

like you know it’s not necessarily good for you, drinking it every day, but it’s a habit you’ve had for a while now and you just can’t seem to break it. it’s not really hurting anything in your day-to-day and you’ve been doing it for so long that it’s probably fine to just keep doing it.

but out of nowhere it hits you that maybe drinking coffee as much as you do is a waste of money and even if you don’t feel the negative effects constantly in your daily routine, you remind yourself of the times where you could distinctly feel the thump of your heart and the unsteady of your hands. you recall the time that you stayed up all night for the promise of a cup of coffee to get you through the day. in every memory that you’ve ever had in your entire college career, you’re holding a cup of coffee.

so one day you make the choice to stop. you stop buying coffee from coffee shops and pods for your coffee maker and cups from diners and accepting free ones from friends. you don’t really need a good cup of coffee as badly as you think you do. and it’s stupid, you think, because it’s just coffee. it doesn’t mean anything. just because you’ve been drinking it consistently for quite awhile doesn’t mean it has any sort of hold over you. it’s just coffee. 

but then the headaches come and the irritation sets in and nights are hard, but for some reason mornings are unbearable, and you feel antsy all the time and you haven’t left your room in the past three days and the only thing you want is a cup of fucking coffee and you can’t relapse with coffee; it’s fucking coffee. 

yeah, being away from gojo feels a lot like detoxing from coffee. 

you try to just not see him. it’ll be easier for you if you just don’t see him, you tell yourself. you go out of your way to avoid his walking path on campus and you refuse to leave your dorm when you don’t absolutely need to in fear of bumping into him or worse, just seeing him from afar, and god forbid you even come within three streets of the corner where his apartment resides. you block his number and you delete social media off of your phone for the time being, too many mutual friends to make casualties, and you do not let yourself think about him. not falling asleep, not when you wake up, not while you’re doing homework, not in your dreams or in the shower, not when something reminds you of him, not when you see his favorite show on your recently watched, not when you really need a good cup of coffee. 

and it works for a while.

but not forever.

three weeks into your detox and you’re doing such a good job at not thinking about gojo that you mix up his monday schedule with his tuesday schedule and on your way back to your dorm, you see him. if you keep walking at the same pace that you’re walking, you will collide with him. if neither of you do anything, one of you will get hurt. 

you look down at your phone, hoping, in the forefront of your mind, that he didn’t see it was you. (in the back of your mind, you’re hoping that he’s the one to break the longest bout of silence the two of you have had since you met.) when you sneak a glance, he’s already almost reached you, jogging to catch up with you. “hey,” he calls out, just in case you haven’t seen him.

“hi,” you say, stopping in place and letting him approach you.

“i’ve been trying to get ahold of you,” he offers, like you wouldn’t have known that.

“oh, sorry, haven’t been on my phone,” you lie. he knows that you’re lying. he can tell that you’re lying, so you don’t really know why you lie in the first place. maybe to prove a point. maybe to make him feel bad.

“look, about…,” he trails off, trying to remember how long he’s been without you, “about that… day…,” he opts for instead. 

you put your hand up, waving the topic off. you mean to say something like, don’t worry about it, see you later, but it comes out like, “we don’t have to talk about that here.” here. fucking here. if you would’ve left those four letters out, it would’ve been a perfect line to walk away with, but you don’t. your stupid coffee-craving brain tacks it on, hopeful. 

“right,” he says, nodding, “should we get coffee maybe, then, or?”

it’s not out of the ordinary, or it didn’t used to be, but now it feels taboo. you want to snap and ask him if he’s sure, because coffee sounds a bit too much like a date for people that aren’t together, but you realize very quickly that the irritation from your coffee detox is maybe a little bit too much to hold in without any closure. “sure,” you agree, “i just got done with class so we cou-.”

“i know,” he says, because three weeks hasn’t erased your schedule from his brain either. 

you order an iced tea. you’re still convinced you’re done with coffee for good. he looks surprised at your choice, like he’s never seen you order an iced tea before, because he hasn’t, but he doesn’t say anything. you sip on it throughout unpleasant pleasantries and it’s refreshing, but it’s lacking something. in fact, the longer that you drink this stupid drink that has caffeine anyways and isn’t as good, the irritation bubbles higher and higher until- “can i start?” you ask, tapping your fingers against the table in rhythmic succession. 

“yeah, sure,” he says, bringing his coffee to his lips and taking a sip.

“if at any point in this conversation your answer to anything i have to say is that we weren’t together, i don’t think we should have this conversation,” you reason, and you mean it, but his reaction takes you aback. you notice the smallest flinch when you say weren’t.

“i wasn’t-,” he shakes his head, sighing, “no, i wasn’t going to say that.”

“okay,” you say, dragging your fingertips along the condensation on the side of your glass. “then what were you going to say?”

he thinks for a minute, like he didn’t assume that he’d get this far when he brought up the idea of coffee. “i wanted to stop you from leaving,” he says.

“but you didn’t,” you rebuttal.

“i didn’t,” he affirms. it’s quiet again. you can hear the scrape of the cups against the table as they’re picked up, drank from, and put back down. the chatter in the coffee shop drones over the sounds of hesitance and nerves. “i’m sorry,” he says after a while.

“so, do you think we were together?” you ask, “and be honest. i’ll know if you lie.” you search his face as he answers, and the only thing that comes up is another flinch when you talk in past tense again.

“yeah,” he says, honest. “being apart from you these past three weeks has been one of the shittiest things i’ve ever been through.”

“ever?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow, as if it isn’t somewhat true for you too. 

he nods in response, continuing, “it’s been hard.” he pauses. “i’m sorry i was so shitty.”

“pretty shitty, yeah,” you agree, but you can’t hide how nice it feels to just talk with him again, to call him shitty and to sit across from him at a coffee shop table. “i’m sorry i ghosted you these past few weeks,” because it deserves to be said too. 

“i really missed you,” he says, and he doesn’t hide from it. he looks you directly in your eyes and you can tell that he wants to reach across the table and hold your hand. you want that too. 

“me or just, like, sleeping with me?” you ask, somewhat terrified of the answer, scanning his face for the truth once again. 

he laughs softly and, try as you might, you can’t stop the fluttering in your stomach or the warmth in your cheeks hearing that for the first time in too long. “please, i haven’t thought about sleeping with you once,” he jokes.

“oh, no? not at all?” you ask, scoffing lightly, a tiny smirk threatening to break.

he forces a thoughtful frown, shakes his head dramatically and says, “can’t say that i have.” you’re laughing now, but through smile-squinted eyes you can still tell that he’s actually being genuine. “not really,” he says. 

“so just me then?” you ask to make sure.

“just you,” he affirms. “a lot of just you.” you hum, content with his answer, but he gives you even more than thought he ever could, “i don’t want to just go back to the way things were. i don’t think that’s enough for me anymore.”

even though you’re sure a response like this would’ve sent waves of shock through your entire body, it doesn’t. it just feels right. you reply quickly, “good. i don’t think it’s enough for me either.” you reach across the table. the back of your hand brushes against his, and then past it. you wrap your fingers around the handle of his coffee cup and bring it to your lips. 

he doesn’t protest or snatch it away from you or make a snarky comment. he places his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow against the surface of the table, and smiles at you. you take a sip from his mug, warmth spreading through every bit of your body. 

why would you deprive yourself of coffee when it brings you so much comfort?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ʙᴏɴᴜs! ʜɪɢᴜʀᴜᴍᴀ [ ɴ/ᴀ ]

you’re not exactly sure how many times something has to happen before it becomes a theme. 

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“do you -huff- want to -huff- have kids someday?” higuruma asks from beneath you, palms resting on the tops of your knees, thumbs massaging up to the insides of your thighs. 

you slow your bounces and then you stop them completely. you blink at him once and then twice. “that is a really wild thing to ask while you’re inside of someone,” you scoff, searching his face for any kind of tone indicator. is he being serious? is he just saying something to get a rise out of you? is this a kink thing?

he smirks, placing his hands on your hips, coaxing you to continue your movements, and you do. you lift yourself off of him, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as you chase the feeling you lost when he asked the question. you’re breathless when he asks again, the repeated question no longer stilling you. the second time around it feels almost normal. “do you?” he asks on his exhale.

you shake your head and then tilt it side to side, closing your eyes so all of the conflicting fast paced movements don’t dizzy you. “i- don’t- know-,” you huff, “maybe- conversation- for- a- different- setting.” each word is punctuated by the slap of your thighs against his hips. he nods, completely okay with that answer, and then just drops it.

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“shit,” you say in realization, hips circling, fingers combing through his hair. you pull your head away from his shoulder, pushing yourself up to look him in the eyes. “wait, how did your meeting go today?” you ask, and this time neither of you miss a beat. 

when he slows to think about it, you pick up his slack, rolling your hips, feeling the drag of him inside of you, a breathy moan floating up your chest. he answers over your noises, “really good actually.”

“everything as planned?” you ask further, genuinely just as invested in this as you are in the act. 

he nods, smiling. “yeah, to a t,” he says, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you against his chest. he kisses the side of your temple, holding you in place with a tight grip as he lifts his hips off of the bed, thrusting into you. “surprised you didn’t ask as soon as i came through the door.”

you shake your head against his shoulder, placing a soft kiss against his collarbone. “was thinking about it all day,” you explain. he fucks into you faster in response and it feels like a reward for caring about the things that are important to him. “but when- shit- when you got home…,” you grunt, “it completely- ah, fuck- completely slipped my- ah- mind, s-sorry.”

“ts alright, pretty.” he nudges his nose against your cheek, peeling your attention to his face. your cheek rests against his shoulder and you blink at him, focus dipping from the topic at hand as you feel that familiar tightening in your core. he can see it written all over your face, so he drops his head to kiss you, silently communicating that you don’t have to worry about finishing the conversation right now. he’ll bring it up again in a bit.

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“should we get married?” he asks, back up against the headboard, looking you directly in your eyes, gaze following yours as you rise and fall. 

“you are not proposing to me while i’m riding you,” you say, shaking your head, but you don’t still or slow. conversations like this in a setting like this just don’t phase you anymore. honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he did propose right now. you’re not even sure you’d say no.

the corner of his lip tugs upward and he exhales a laugh as he leans forward the smallest bit to kiss you. “i’m not, i’m not,” he assures, “why? would you say no?” 

you’re quiet for a minute, not because you don’t know the answer, but to keep him on his toes. you won’t lie to him, you don’t think, but you don’t want to come right out and say it. his questions are rhetorical anyways, half-jokes that he’s not expecting serious answers to; you’ve known higuruma well enough and long enough to be confident of that. you could’ve replied with an eye roll and a scoff and nothing else and he would’ve dropped it. instead, however, you answer, “course not. i’d say yes in a second.”

he nearly comes inside of you right there.

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maybe it becomes a theme when someone points it out. 

you can’t tell if it’s intentional or not, the way that the two of you keep having these serious conversations during sex. you know that you don’t do it on purpose; things will just hit you during the repetitive motions and you worry you’ll forget them and you know that higuruma won’t judge you for just saying them, so you do. whether this is the case for him, you’re not sure. 

but the interruptions just keep getting more casual. it starts with big conversations: weddings and promotions and thoughtful decisions, and then it’s like you just start remembering things in this position: work drama and mundane did you knows. it’s almost as if starting with big topics just made it seem so easy to talk about anything like this. 

it didn’t help, you think, that it’s just always easy to talk about anything with higuruma. you guys have been together, officially together, for over four years now, and conversation, no matter the topic or severity or setting, is something you’ve never struggled with. you continue to not struggle with it, inside of the bedroom and out. 

you’re not sure what about the position and the moment makes you so susceptible to remembering little things that you want to tell higuruma when he’s not around, and vice versa. in fact, you’re not even convinced that it’s something about the action that jogs your memory anyway, it’s probably just a really weird and common coincidence.

and then one night you can’t find your keys. 

you’ve searched everywhere for them, in your car, in your bag, every nook of your room, the places where they normally are, higuruma’s coat pocket just in case, and then everywhere else in your guys’ apartment. they’re nowhere to be seen. 

when higuruma walks through the front door, even from where you’re searching in the kitchen, you hear him let out an elongated, “woah.”

you pop your head into the doorway, “don’t say anything about the mess.” you can see his eyes resting on the overturned couch cushions and then on the various opened drawers. “hey,” you warn, pointing towards him as you walk quickly into the living room. you throw your arms around him tightly and give him a small greeting peck. it’s routine at this point; if you don’t do it your whole night feels off. “i said don’t say anything.”

he lets you hang off of his neck as he puts both hands up in surrender. “i didn’t say shit,” he says, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck, then moving his hands to your waist, “the fuck happened here though?” he laughs against your skin and you can feel the vibrations travel to your fingers and toes. 

you pull away from him, shaking your head. now that you’re back in the living room, it’s like you have to start this room’s search over too. you start checking under the couch and in the hall closet. “lost my fucking keys,” you grumble, smoothing your palms over your face, “i swear i’ve looked everywhere. i just can’t remember where i left them when i got home.”

“did you check th-,” he asks, walking into the kitchen, grateful that you’re not in there with him or he knows you’d yell at him for the way his eyes go wide at the clutter and chaos everywhere. 

you cut him off, “wherever you’re about to say, probably yes, ughhh. i’ve retraced my steps, i’ve looked in places that are fucking stupid to look in like every pair of shoes we own and in the fucking guest bedroom pillowcases. i’ve looked everywhere.”

from where he’s stood in the kitchen now, he can see you scrambling as you vent. he leans against the wall, “well, not everywhere or you would’ve found it by now.”

“i’ll kill you,” you say, eyes snapping up to meet his to show how serious you are.

he just laughs, “i’ve got a pretty good lawyer, you might not want to do that.”

“good legal can’t help you when you’re dead,” you snap, almost completely joking. he meets you back in the living room, helping you check all the places you’ve already checked. 

15 minutes pass and then 35 and then he stops abruptly. “oh my god, i have an idea,” he says, and you look at him, hopeful. “you know when you usually remember things?” 

your first reaction is joking annoyance, picking up a throw pillow and sending it his way. he catches it and sets it back down on the couch. “i’m serious!” he yell-laughs. 

you throw another pillow at him as your second reaction sets in. “that’s not going to fucking work,” you say.

“how do you know?” he asks.

“because,” you say, trying to come up with a good answer other than just blind doubt, “because i don’t remember things while i’m riding you. it’s not a fucking superpower.”

“you don’t know that,” he jokes back and braces to be hit with another pillow. “okay, okay, but i’m being serious! besides, what’s the worst thing that can happen? you don’t remember and we’ve had sex, how horrible,” he reasons.

you let your arms fall, pillow in your hands resting against the tops of your thighs. you look at him, thinking, which, in hindsight, was a dumb thing to do, because higuruma can see the contemplation on your face. 

eight minutes later and he’s inside of you and you’re the most embarrassed you’ve ever been.

“this is so stupid,” you mumble. you haven’t moved an inch after slowly lowering yourself onto him. you’re fully seated against his hips, hands smoothing over your face and then lingering there, covering. 

he reaches up, fingers soft and kind as he wraps them around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “ts not stupid,” he reassures, but you’re not convinced. you groan, turning to look away from him, but that just won’t do. he reaches up again, soft grip on your chin coaxing your gaze back to his. “hey,” he says softly, “just focus here, angel.”

you listen, somewhat, mind still flickering back to why you’re even riding him in the first place. “just enjoy yourself, okay,” he tries again, rolling his hips upwards, pressing himself inside of you as deep as he can. you close your eyes, and it’s quite easy to just focus on the feeling of being as full as you are right now. “good,” he whispers, “just like that.”

it doesn’t take long for you to lose yourself completely, moving on your own, letting the whimpers and whines take over any other thought you might think to say, chasing that feeling rather than worrying about whatever you’ve lost. 

it all kinda clicks at once: where your keys are and why you always remember shit when you’re like this.

in the midst of everyday noise, so many things get lost: important and unimportant thoughts alike. but now you’re not worried about anything else. you don’t care about anything else right now. you don’t have to. you don’t want to. and in this state of letting everything go, mindless and blissful, some things slip back through the cracks.

you collapse onto higuruma’s chest, spent and happily aware of this new revelation that you have not, for once, shared in the middle of sex, but kept quiet as a come down surprise. you hum softly as he rubs up and down your back, hum again as he presses a kiss into your forehead. “m sorry it didn’t work, angel,” he murmurs. 

you turn your head, ear pressed right against his heart as you gaze up at him. “i left them in the fridge,” you reveal, and he knits his eyebrows together. 

you assume that he’s going to say something about how did you leave them in the fridge? or why are they there? but instead he questions, “what? and you didn’t tell me until now?” like you’ve harbored a life long secret. you laugh softly, snaking your hands up and scratching your nails against his scalp, playing with the ends of his hair. “don’t think this is going to get you out of it,” he says, “‘ts my favorite thing when you just blurt shit while you’re on me.”

you can feel the warmth in your cheeks and your chest as you breathe a laugh. “you’ve never told me that before,” you murmur. 

“think it’s cute when you just can’t wait to tell me things,” he says, “feels more intimate than being inside of you.”

“ew,” you say, scrunching up your nose, even though you weirdly agree. 

he just laughs in response. a few seconds of quiet comfort pass before he backtracks, “wait, why the fuck are your keys in the fridge?” 

and you tell him all about it, about the day that you’ve had and how you remembered you hadn’t drank enough water so you were refilling your bottle from the pitcher in the fridge as soon as you got home from work, but your hands were full so you set your keys on top of the leftovers from yesterday, but then you had to go and set everything down and the fridge closed and by the time you left the kitchen you remembered you needed to do something else… and it just keeps going.

you tell him as you’re taking a shower and as you’re eating dinner together and as he’s brushing his teeth and you’re washing your face and laying in bed and setting your alarms. every room in the house is a mess, but you’ll deal with that later, you decide. you rest your chin on his shoulder. “and how was your day?” you ask, even though the clock reads much later than it should for how much sleep you both should get before you’re up early for work tomorrow. 

nevermind that, he decides, and tells you all about it anyways.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ʙᴏɴᴜs! ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ [ ɴ/ᴀ ]

“can i ask you something and when i ask you, you’ll know i don’t mean anything bad by it at all because i love you more than everything in the world?” you ask, putting down your phone only after you’ve finished your sentence. 

you wait a few seconds for nanami to take in what you’ve asked. he reaches over to the night stand for his bookmark and sticks it between the pages. he shuts it with an audible shuffling of paper and a sharp thump. 

nanami has been with you long enough to not typically be surprised by your out of the blue… questions. (dronings? is there a word like droning but the connotation is more positive? like you talk at him a lot and he loves to hear the ramblings in your brain, but sometimes he is just trying to read his book before bed. whatever that word is.)

he places the book on his lap and then turns his chest towards you completely. you now have his full attention. “is that a yes?” you ask. 

he inhales deeply, “if i say no, will you still ask it?”

you think on the answer to that question, really mulling it over before shaking your head. “no, i don’t think so.”

“then yes,” he smirks, “i suppose i have to say yes then.”

“great,” you say, tossing your phone onto your bedside table with a clunk. you sit up straighter, rocking forward to fully adjust your position on your side of the bed. you put your hand on his thigh and cross your legs, letting your knee rest on the side of his comforter covered hip. “do you ever regret not dating more?”

it definitely takes him by surprise. he thought you might drop another weirdly specific hypothetical about would he love you if… or request a glass of water even though you already told him tonight when he was getting into bed and he asked if you wanted one, that you did not. 

now he’s the one mulling over your question and despite how nerve wracking it could be to wait for an answer to a what if that involves not you, you’re not anxious in the slightest. you’re quiet, just waiting for his answer, and when he finally speaks, you know exactly why you weren’t scared in the first place, “i’ve honestly never thought about it since i met you.”

“really?” you ask, and you’re mostly feeling very lucky that nanami is yours and you are his, but there is an underlying feeling of guilt that he’s unintentionally caused with this statement. 

he nods. “sounds like you have though,” he says, and it’s not even a little bit judgmental. it sounds like he’s imploring you to keep talking, like he wants to hear exactly what you’re thinking, why you brought it up in the first place.

“i wouldn’t trade this security, this love, exactly what we have, you for anything in the world,” you start to explain, and it’s nothing but the truth, “but sometimes i just think about that first night when we were in that bar. the flirting, the risks, that feeling of not knowing where the night is going to end up. sometimes i think about that a little bit.”

he hums, thinking about that night, and after a few seconds of silence, he speaks up again, “first date nerves,” he nods, “now that i think about it, i miss those.”

you cock your head at him. that’s a weird part of dating to miss, you think, but then he explains further, “like when we went out on our first date and i didn’t know what you were going to wear or if you liked the restaurant i picked or if you’d let me pay for your food.”

“or if i’d take you back to mine,” you joke, raising your eyebrows at him, but really you’re burning inside. your cheeks feel warm just hearing about these feelings he’s never mentioned to you before. 

“yeah, that too,” he laughs, getting back on track, “like, i’m still finding out new things about you all the time, but back then i was discovering who you were every second we were together, and that- that felt like…”

“like finding out soulmates were real?” you ask, because that’s what it felt like to you, that same exact phenomenon he’s describing. he smiles at you warmly, like you’ve just put to words what he felt he could only experience. “i know what you mean,” you smile. 

he leans forward, cupping your cheek with his hand and guiding you towards him. he kisses you softly, placing his other hand on your other cheek and kissing you harder. “should we go on a first date again?” he asks against your lips, barely pulling away to speak. 

you laugh, but when you pull away, you can tell he’s not joking. “what?” you ask, “what do you mean?” you’re already blushing though, already feeling the exact first date nerves he was just talking about. 

“let’s go on a first date,” he repeats himself. “i’ll pick you up at your front door and i’ll choose the restaurant and it’ll be a surprise and i’ll ask you questions that i’d ask you on a first date even if i know the answers to all of them and more at this point.”

you’re smiling so big that your cheeks are sore as you nod fervently at the concept. “okay, yeah,” you agree. 

“right, so we probably shouldn’t kiss or make out or sleep with each other until then to really play into the whole thing?” he teases, and you roll your eyes in response. 

“you’re very funny, kento,” you say, leaning in, brushing your nose against his. he doesn’t even last a second, closing the gap with a small peck and then another and then another and then a much longer one and then he’s putting the book on his nightstand so he can pull you into his lap. 

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you get a text 5 minutes before 7 that nanami is going to be 3 minutes late picking you up. the text looks a little weird underneath a thread of:

>> nami <3 >> how’s work baby

<< read << if you love me you’ll come and pull the fire alarm to get me out of here early :) :) :)

>> nami <3 >> fine but that’s a class four felony in some cases. will you be providing legal assistance or should i look elsewhere????

<< read << how do u know that?? nerd!!!

>> nami <3 >> google tbh. 

<< read << wow. first i have to stay at work all day alone and sad and now i get to know my bf isn’t sexy and off the dome smart about everything. :(

>> nami <3 >> goodbye.

<< read << :(

>> nami <3 >> i love you

<< read << :)

you bite back the urge to reply with something you’d say to him after knowing him for years. rereading the text and thinking back to your first date, it makes you giggle. actually, it makes you kinda nervous. you text back a polite no worries! take your time! and he replies with a heart and you truly feel like you’re dating for the first time again. you feel honest to god giddy. 

arriving to the restaurant, you are genuinely surprised. you thought after knowing him as long as you have and having gone to as many restaurants with him as you have, you’d go back to somewhere nice you’ve already been. but that isn’t the case. 

he drives you to a pop-up restaurant 20 minutes out of town that you’ve never even heard of, but is the cutest place you’ve ever been, and the entire time he can’t stop sneaking respectful glances at you. he won’t stop telling you how nice you look. he even apologizes for it by the sixth time, pushing your chair in at the restaurant saying, “i know i keep mentioning it, and i’m sorry, but if i said it every time i thought it, it’d be a never ending string.”

if he keeps this up, you’re going to feel like you’re cheating. this seriously feels like a first date, like you’ve been in a relationship for over 5 years and you’re also going on a first date and it’s really messing with your head, but you never want it to stop. 

he stays true to his word, asking you questions he already knows the answers to, but hearing them again, they sound brand new. he doesn’t know if he’s just forgotten some of them or if the testaments of time have weathered your answers just enough to sound unfamiliar, but either way, he’s hanging on to every word. 

by the end of the night, you’ve truly convinced yourself that there are stakes to this date, like if you play your cards wrong, you won’t get to keep seeing this incredible guy. he pays the whole bill, even though you insist on getting your meal or at the very least dessert. he says, “you can try next time too.” and you can’t breathe, you feel so lucky. 

“i’m sorry if this seems forward, but i’d really like to keep seeing you tonight,” you say as the waiter takes away the paid bill, and your heart is thumping so violently against your chest, you swear he can feel it too. 

he shakes his head, “perfectly forward,” he smiles, “your place or mine?” you break character for the first time tonight, giggling at the reality of the question, hiding behind your hand as you do. “what’s so funny?” he asks, but he’s grinning just as big as you are. 

“just thinking about how dreary my life would be if i hadn’t gone on this first date,” you say, and it’s a little too meta, but he’ll let it slide, because he’s a bit flustered at the sentiment. “mine is great,” you answer, placing your hand on his, rubbing the tips of your fingers against his knuckles. 

everything about the rest of the night feels like a first too. it feels like your first kiss in front of your front door. it feels like he’s seeing “your” apartment for the first time. it feels like you’re making out on your couch for the first time. 

it feels like the first time he’s ever been inside of you. 

when he pushes deeper into you, eyes on yours shut tight, you tell yourself that you want to pretend you’re on a first date every single day of your life. you can’t stop whimpering, pleading for him to never stop fucking you ever, please don’t stop, please never fucking stop. 

you break character for the second time when you’re right on the edge. he keeps looking down at you with so much love in his eyes and his hands all over you feel like they know every inch of you, and you can’t stop yourself. you grab his face in your hands, “kento, baby, please, ‘m gonna- ‘m sorry, i- fuck, please. i love you, fuck,” you whine, and he can’t stop himself either, hips stuttering, head falling against your shoulder as he feels you clenching around him as he empties himself inside of you, murmuring how much he loves you right back. 

the way you’ve been feeling all night: blissful and coy, it’s not because it’s a first date, it’s because he’s nanami. it’s because he’s orchestrated the entire night and no matter how “new” everything feels, the underlying foundation of that newness, and the reason everything feels so good, is familiarity and safety. 

“i’m sorry that i-,” you breathe, but he stops you, reaching his hand up to drag his fingertips against your lips, and you laugh, pressing a soft kiss into them. “okay, okay,” you say, and he places his hand back down by his side. “done with the first date stuff, just want to be yours again,” you murmur. 

he scoffs, light, and you can hear his smile in it. he falls over onto his back, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. “never weren’t,” he mumbles against your hair. “always will be,” he mumbles again, holding you tighter. 

“good,” you say back, settling into his arms like that’s the only thing you know to be true in the entire world. you wouldn’t trade that truth for a million first dates. 

sure, holding your breath at quick witted flirts and stolen glances is nice, but it’s a lot nicer just knowing that you will never be loved better and you will never love harder. 

♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡ no bc the yelling really worked very well idk yell at me more to write a continuation for toji (maybe also gojo bc hes the only one i havent written even an inkling of smut for) idk i'm just thinking of so many scenes idk throw hcs at me in my inbox IDK! toji dating for the first time? got me fucked UP

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[kittykattropicanna]

girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.

What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.

Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.

She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory 🤭

Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?

Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands 🤭🤭 pamper him like no one before

Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, you’re in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))

tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they can’t find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and they’re scared shitless!!!

They only found out you were even missing because you didn’t turn up to brunch on Thursday :((

They called you, and of course you didn’t answer….you were busy ;)))

That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!

Then the reality hit…. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with you……

Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,…. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you weren’t even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!

If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuries…

Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you. 

But no ;))))

As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Si’s bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333

You were fine, more then fine actually :))))

“Don’t worry about tha’ baby, answer it later they’ll be fine” Si’s morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))

A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadn’t really processed that you were in fact living with Simon now….

The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didn’t register it first….. but you never protested :333

Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way you’re actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????…. that’s batshit crazy behaviour! 

What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake he’d simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like he’d been married to you for 30 years :3

There was no awkward small talk, no “you’ve overstayed your welcome now, i’ll drive you to a motel” or “what time do you think you’ll call a cab”, a simple kiss and a “how’d ya’ sleep princess” deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))

Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable here…. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((

Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!

The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((

He absolutely didn’t strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morning….:333333

He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldn’t care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :)))) 

Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))

Whispering “good girl” into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(

He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany

Leaving £100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((

“You’ve had a long couple days sweethear’, get ya’ nails done for me, yeah? Get em’ pink or somthin’, okay?”

Obviously you’re memorised by this man at this point… how could you not be? 

 Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your nose 

Nobody had ever looked at him like that before….

“That’s ma’ girl, i’ll be home by six”

When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Si’s office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.

Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.

Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!! 

But Si couldn’t find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))

He’d never been happier then in that moment. 

But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missing….

It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer. 

You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phone……

You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how you’re both deeply in love and never been happier!!

Reassuring them that you’re absolutely fine, better then fine actually, you’re safe and loved and don’t plan on ever going back home 

And all your girls are like 

“Babe….you can’t be serious right now? You’re not in love, you’ve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!”

And 

“That’s it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. You’re coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?” 

Of course they don’t understand:((((( why would they!?

You’ve finally found your person, it doesn’t matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. You’re not fucking leaving!

This courses massiveeeee tension in you’re now ex friendship group. 

Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and that’s something they’re absolutely not going to do >:(((

The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally “come to your senses” and “need an out”, whatever that means :/….they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see what’s really going on, but of course you deny. 

Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how there’s still time to realise you’ve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!! 

“Babe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? You’re emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing you’re going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think you’re in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??’

They’re just trying to ruin everything though >>:(((((( 

Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(

When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much pain….when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((

“Listen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you don’ owe them anythin’, they jus’ don’t understand, alrigh’ don’t cry baby, come on” 

Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((

Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, they’d at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that you’ve been “manipulated” and “taken advantage of” while in a “venerable state” ://

Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didn’t need to worry about them anymore, they’re in the past and you’re moving forward with your life, its not your fault they haven’t grown up yet ://

Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regulars…. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but you’re such a mature girl :((( you’ll get along with them just fine :3 

Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))

Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))

He knows what his doing :3

You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3

Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((

You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that won’t leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((

Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for you…..all for him…..

Your ex couldn’t of been more different from Si :(

Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carpark…. 

An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////

Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasn’t high luxury, he’d look down on it like it was dirt :/

The thing is, he didn’t actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random “dirty” man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him. 

But everything changed when he got the news you were living with “Si” a couple hours away and you were “deeply in love” with him. 

He played the “distressed”, “regretful” boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of “keeping you safe”

Yeah…..right :///

His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:( 

You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((

But you just moved on?????

He wasn't having that. 

You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(

Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together. 

In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at “Price’s Motor Repairs”

Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you down…

Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasn’t from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasn’t good. 

Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/

Si never asked about your ex, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasn’t relevant :((((

It didn’t even cross Si’s mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this “broken” car 

It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasn’t working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong. 

This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(

“There aint nothin’ wrong with ya’ car mate, get that fuck out of er’ before ya’ start wishin’ ya’ did”

Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading home…. Leading him to directly to you without a fight….

He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didn’t notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didn’t even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(

All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((

But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.

When you saw he didn’t move, you stood up to answer it for him 

“Jus’ leave it lovie, can’t be anythin’ important this time of night”

You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!

Simon wasn’t convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.

He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlier…

Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you “baby” and demanding for you to come home…..

His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldn’t move you out of his line of sight without hurting you…

“Baby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! you’re coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!” Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second

You couldn’t go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((

“Get inside n’ lock the door” he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((

Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasn’t all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didn’t want you there :((

After poking and prodding him, it all finally came out 

“Ya’ know I could never give ya’ the life that he could doll…. All that fancy shit” a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(

“I know I aint ya type baby, you’re one of them high class type, ya’ don’t belong down ‘ere with me….I’ll drive ya’ back in the mornin, okay? I’m not taken no for an answer, go start packin’’” :((((

He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((

He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((

Little did he know your ex was almost £50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nails….

He truly thought that your ex had a one up on him…. That you would consider going back to him because of his “wealth”???

Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((

His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didn’t notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((

He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333 

Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9 

He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((

You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((

Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how you’d never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldn’t survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((

Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(

“I know baby, I was stupid to think tha’, I know, jus’… jus’ pump it for me yeah?’” Growing increasingly desperate as you don’t follow his command >:( telling him you’re looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((

He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .

You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :))))) 

Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show you’re putting on for him :(((

He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldn’t turn down ;)

Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)

Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((

Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((

Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(

Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333

Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((

Si’s callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((

“That’s it Darlin’, fuck ya’ such a good girl for me, look at ya’ look at tha’ beautiful fuckin’ mouth taken’ me” 

Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((

Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:( 

You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((

“That prick could never fuck you like I could, he’ll never feel ya’ fuckin throat again” he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((

Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((

He cums hard…slow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((

With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained “mine”. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((

You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))

You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)

He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite “I love you” into his lips… 

the first “I love you” you and Simon had ever shared :((

Its safe to say he said it back :333

And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))

okay, okay, okay, I know I promised to upload this after work like....days ago BUT I totally forgot I had a concert on and didn't have time to finish writing it AND THEN this guy im talking to came over to meet my dad and everything just pilled up im so so so sorry...BUT in my defence, this is over 4k which is my longest fic ive written so far, I love y'all I promise

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[lunarw0rks]

Hi! Is it possible to get an imagine where Ghost accidently walks in on reader changing (they're together and reader doesn't mind) but Ghost kinda freaks out and insists he can wait outside until they're done. I feel like with his past he'd constantly worry about invading people's privacy/violating them in anyway, so maybe just some fluffy reassuring him that he's ok and he makes reader feel safe? Sorry if that's a lot 🫶

༄ Poise | Simon Riley

Warning(s): !!brief references to ghost's trauma/SA!!, established relationship, mentions of sex/nudity, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, gn!reader

₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ Word Count: 1.2k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST // have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ- ♡‧₊˚✧˖ 「 AO3 VER. 」 A/N: Tried my best to handle this topic respectfully. Definitely an underused, under-discussed part of Ghost's character.

Simon Riley was a complicated man, to say the least.

But he never intended to let his complications rub off on you — no matter how much suffering he voicelessly endured to ensure that.

Whether it was weeks into the relationship or months, his walls were still standing tall. Certain things: he just couldn't do with you. Reviewing old photographs of himself, going to a park where children run joyously with their parents, nor could he do anything to invade your privacy.

To you, your involvement with him was at a pivotal point. Where there wasn't a need to be bashful around the other and withhold the petty grievances.

Though, Simon's skeletons were anything but quaint.

There was weight to them; weight you only bore a measly tinge of. He never told you details, only bits and pieces of what he had been through. Those serious talks were scarce and short-lived — forgettable, even, if it weren't for the woeful nature of his past memories.

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Per usual, he had gotten up long before you. It was a typical sight; laying in the empty bed unsure if Simon was even home, because of his default stealth. Even though you knew he wasn't beside you, your fingers outstretched to his side, palming the sheets that had gone cold in his absence.

With a drowsy sigh, you peeled back the plush comforter, revealing the remnants of the lustful night before. Or, the lack of remnants, considering you were still rid of your clothes.

Through the curtains, the risen sun engulfed the shared bedroom, illuminating its lackluster decor — at least on his portion of it. Little decor, no pictures or clutter out, clothes folded and hung neatly as he would with his uniforms on base.

After a few minutes of gathering your strength, you climbed out of bed and approached the dresser, giving your fatigued eyes a rub. You dug through the clothing piles until you found an outfit suitable for a slothful day in with him.

You set the pickings on the edge of the bed. Following, you were slipping into a fresh pair of undergarments, listening intuitively for any sound of your lover, which wasn't an easy task.

Simon ambled up the staircase, on his way to the ensuite washroom to retrieve the watch he took off to shower. In his mind, you were still fast asleep, especially after last night. His fingers clamped around the knob, opening it with slowness.

In a matter of seconds, he was poisoned with a sensation of unbearable discomfort, as well as disgust towards himself. Seeing you, nude and vulnerable rather than slumbering in the bed.

"Shit, I'm sorry, love." Unlike before, he handled the door with haste — closing it like he had just walked in on a stranger.

Your mouth remained slightly agape with bafflement, paired with a feeling of unease for him. You were only changing, and it wasn't the first time he had seen you undressed. This wasn't a little hiccup in the day, nor an off-beat moment that you could laugh at later on.

Something gravely upset him, and it wasn't your bare skin.

Quicker than before, you changed into the remainder of your outfit. As well as fixing up the rest of your appearance; an excuse to figure out how to approach the subject.

You exited the bedroom, giving the door a gentle close. No sign of Simon down the hall, not in the living room, either. You checked the office next, finding nothing but another uninhabited space. Lastly, you crept through the kitchen with wary arms folded across your chest.

Then, you caught a glimpse of Simon's unstirring silhouette through the window. Slouched while sitting on the steps of the deck; a thousand-mile stare into the garden.

He didn't flinch when the patio door shut behind him, not even when you sat beside him on the steps.

"This isn't about me being naked, is it?" You spoke into the crisp mid-morning air, feeling the unforgiving bite of it overwhelm your exposed skin and lips.

Simon scoffed at your poor attempt to lighten the bleak mood, giving you a brief glance. If only things— if only he were that uncomplicated. "No, it's not you. Nothing like that."

You nod your head, trusting that his blunt nature wouldn't allow him to stifle a thing as serious as that. If he truly wasn't attracted to you or your frame, you wouldn't be resting your head on his shoulder.

For a few minutes; the conversation stopped. Only the occasional passing car in the distance or an animal or insect chirping. The leaves blew gently, until the breeze eventually found the both of you, sending a bitter, unforgiving autumn wind.

The silence was fine; it was common with him. But it wasn't fine when you knew he was swallowed by sorrowful thoughts.

"Can I..." You began, still keeping your head pressed firmly against his solid shoulder. "Can I ask what's wrong? Why you wouldn't stay in the room?" Asking what happened was too far, and you were already walking a narrow line. He wouldn't hold it against you if you got too invasive, but that wasn't a chance you wanted to even consider.

Simon's flashbacks hadn't ceased for a minute. Not since he shut the bedroom door behind him and sat out here.

The worst part? None of it was your fault. It had nothing to do with your bare skin, not even him catching a glimpse of it. His inner voice had him convinced he overstepped; that he made you feel used and violated by proxy.

He sighed heavily, saying a thousand words with a mere exhale. "Things you don't need to hear, sweetheart. Trust me on that." That was one way of putting it lightly, considering the gravity of what he had endured years ago.

"Listen, Simon," your fingers roamed along his shoulders, caressing down his back, careful to avoid the scars he didn't want you to touch. "I feel the pain you walk around with, I do. Every moment we're together, it doesn't rest."

He nodded his head slowly, closing his eyes for a moment to absorb the bleed of your words. You weren't sugarcoating the rawness of how his past affected you, nor were you judging him for it.

"But you didn't hurt me, alright? You did nothing wrong." Your voice couldn't have reached deeper. The tightening of his chest had uncoiled a bit, soothing his silent episode of derealization.

Simon's shaky fingers found your cheek, caressing against your chilled flesh with a tender firmness, "don't think I deserve you and that bleeding heart."

Your brows knitted with benevolence, returning the same gloomy gaze his amber eyes were emitting. Following his words, you shook your head, gripping his wrists gently.

"You do deserve it," you retorted gently, "nobody makes me feel safe like you do." You had never said something more truthful. He really did make you feel safe, in every sense. Intimately, romantically, even just as another human being you decided to spend your time with.

"C'mere." Simon murmured, shortly before nudging your head in the direction of his lap, allowing you to lay against him completely.

Whether he believed you or not, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he hit the jackpot with you. Someone who didn't tip the scale, who didn't need to be privy to his every sorrow.

You were there purely to be there for him, expectant of no rewards or praises — though Simon would definitely give them soon enough.

In his own, deeply complicated, way.

#mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw2 fanfic #simon riley #task force 141 x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley headcanons #ghost mw2 x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod headcanons #cod x gn!reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost headcanons #simon riley x you

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for telling someone i can't be friends with them and returning a gift?

buckle up gamers, this is gonna be a long one. so i (22nb but i present fem) was out at the bars the other night just kinda hanging out, and a girl (26f) came up and started talking to me. she didnt really seem...super present i guess? and i talked to her to be nice and she had a cool outfit on. well i was a little drunk and ended up giving her my phone number and meeting her husband (39m) and they walked me home. the whole time she was talking about how she doesn't have any friends and her ex friends just wanted to get with her husband. she told me she was bi and i was like hey me too but im not interested in sex so that was cool. she ended up walking me home w her husband bc it was late which was nice, but they seemed really shocked i lived in such a nice apartment(i do, its expensive but my parents pay for it. im really privileged to be able to do that).

i saw her again today because she kept texting me about wanting to hang out, so i went for ice cream with her bc it was in a public place and i wasnt super comfortable going back to her apt with her. i paid for her ice cream bc she said her card wasnt working, nbd bc my parents have money and her and her husband aren't really well off. i said she could pay me back sometime, buy me ice cream or whatever another day, but she really fixated on it. she told me her husband thought i was cute which made me a little uncomfortable but i laughed it of, and then she kept talking about how she was bi and would date a girl and how she approached me not to date but to be a friend and then 'see where it goes.' she also told me she did porn online to make money which is fine w me, that she's on disability but that the money isnt really enough to live on, and that she'd been raped in the past and drugged which yanno a little overshare-y considering ive known her for three days but she really seemed like she needed someone to talk to and im good at listening. well her husband showed up out of nowhere bc he apparently tracks her phone and we all went back to their apartment bc i couldn't say no(im a doormat. i know) and she ended up giving me two pieces of jewelry in return for buying her ice cream which felt a little like overkill. i tried to refuse but she said she wouldn't ever wear them again so it would be fine. it was really kind of her but now i kind of feel i owe her back for them. the whole time i was there they seemed really eager to get me to move in nearby, and while its true that area is definitely cheaper my parents are really fine paying for my expensive apartment bc my tuition is a lot cheaper than my sibling's. she and her husband walked me home again, mentioning they might be going on a cruise in november if they could save up the money and that they could bring a friend. i said id almost definitely have school which they seemed to accept. they kind of seemed to want to see my place, but i told them it was really messy(it is) i have anxiety around having people in my space(i do) and that maybe they could come up another day and i could make dinner, and she told me she didn't like people cooking for her bc she'd been drugged in the past and that i could go over to their apartment again instead.

my parents think theres some really big red flags going on and i should try to break this off sooner rather than later. i pretty much agree. im not gonna ghost her and they dont think i should either, but that i should somehow return the jewelry in a kind way and tell her i cant really be super close friends. my mom had the idea to draw myself wearing the jewelry and then say i still have a memory of it but to return it bc i cant accept such a nice gift which i could try to do.

to be clear i am shit at communication and setting boundaries, im very aware of that, and most of this can be solved by telling her hey i can't accept this gift and im really busy for school a lot and im sorry i cant be as much as a friend as you need. but i still kinda feel like tah for leading her on almost and then breaking it off like everyone else in her life. ive been under a lot of stress bc of school and my stepgrandmother passing and trying to take care of my grandfather so trying to be friends with someone that seems kind of high maintenance is not really tenable for me.

so, wibta if i tried to let her down gently?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[wzy3ka]

| busy彡 Y.JW ( 양정원)

idol!jungwon bf!jungwon x reader

warnings: none

Jungwon has been missing your phone calls lately because of work.

He's preparing for their world tour and he always comes home very late at night.

You hated him being away from you. you were slowly losing your patience.

When he came home, he was exhausted and couldn't even walk properly..

"Babe... I'm sorry." he said as you faced your back at him pretending to sleep

"Are you mad?" He pouts as he walks over to you

You never spoke a word to him as he plays with a strand of your hair.

"I'lI make it up to you. I promise!" He said

You look at him with a grumpy expression.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your calls, I was practicing too much that I even forgot to eat.." he chuckles making you sit up

"What???" You yelled

"Are you okay?? Why didn't they feed you?? You're overworking yourself!! Stop doing that!!"

Jungwon laughs and gives you a peck on the lips

"I'm just playing.." he laughs

"Why you-"

"Well, that's the only way I could get you to talk to me.." he shrugs

“I'm kinda hungry though,"

"C'mon, I'll make you something.." you said

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"You always say that and end up sleeping halfway through the movie."

"I can't help it..the couch is very comfortable. Really showed its' purpose. This is a good couch!" He said and pats the seat beside him

"What movie are we going to watch?"

.

"She would've ended up with him if she confessed. right, ba-." you look over at him and he was fast asleep

"You're the one who suggested we should watch a movie, now you're sleeping again.." you mocked

You couldn't stay mad at him because of how adorable he looked under the covers.

"I'll make it up. to you. y/n.." he was sleep talking

You let out a laugh and rested your head on his chest as you slowly drifted to sleep.

.

Once you woke up, you noticed Jungwon wasn't there beside you anymore and left for work.

You were about to pick up your phone and found a note beside it.

Good Morning, My love! I already made breakfast for you. Meet me at the train station at 8. I promise I'll make it up to you!

P.S. dress nicely!;)

Love you always, wonniewon!

"Silly guy." you thought

A notification popped up and it was jungwon sending you a message.

I’ll see you there! ;)

"If you would actually be there.."

you joke

.

It was nearly 8 and you've finally arrived at the train station.

Memories suddenly hit you like a bullet train. This was the place where you and Jungwon first met.

Two teenagers very passionate for their future, never thought would end up together.

You let out a laugh as you recall all the memories with him at this place.

Raindrops start to fall.

"Ugh! I forgot to bring an umbrella.."

The main was too far away and you wouldn't want to miss Jungwon if ever he'd come.

You were having second thoughts if you should stay where there is roof or just wait for Jungwon.

"What's taking him so long. " you said

You suddenly hear footsteps behind you..

You were suddenly covered with an umbrella.

"Missed me?" He asked

"Where have you been?!" You turn around and punch his shoulder

"And I love you too!" He laughed

"Wait, you're soaking wet." he said and takes out a napkin from his pocket

He wipes all the water off your face and gives you his coat.

"I was a little late because.. I got you these.." he said and handed you a bouquet of tulips

"Tulips reminded me of the first time we met here.I was crying about my first crush and you were listening to For you by Leehi and Crush while drawing tulips on your arm."

"Oh yeah. and I handed you my earpiece because I didn't know how to comfort you.." you laugh

Tulips look good on you, my love."

He smiled

"Really? Thanks, babe.." you gave him a peck on the cheek

"I should be given an award for this," he said as he celebrates his victory

"Why?" You laugh

"Because I'm the one who remembered our anniversary."

"It's today??" You were shocked

"Happy Anniversary, Babe!" He said and kissed your forehead

"I totally forgott... I'm sorry.."

"It's fine.. satisfaction check, did I make it up to you?"

"You sure did!"

"Were you satisfied?"

"Very!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Ofcourse! And it would stay that way till the day I die!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you any gift. " you pouted making him chuckle

"That's alright, maybe next time you could get me one if you could still remember when our anniversary is." he said as you smack his shoulder with your pouch

"Hey, give the man a rest! I've done so much for this to happen!"

"So, what are we gonna do next?"

You asked him

"Well, better get ready. Our adventure awaits!" He said and holds your hand as the train finally arrives.

#enhypen #enha #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha jungwon #yang jungwon imagines #jungwon angst #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon #enhypen imagines #enhypen x you

[ellaa-writes]

Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader

Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.

Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂

Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—

Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️

Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.

It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.

Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.

Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.

"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.

"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.

"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.

"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.

"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.

"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.

"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."

"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.

" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.

"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.

"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.

"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.

"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.

"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.

#cod mw2 #könig #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig cod #konig x reader #konig x you #könig x reader #cod könig #cod konig #kortac

[eddieboi23]

A dream

Enid Sinclair x male reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: reader is a lot more mean in their sleep, enid notices. (Relationship unspecified)

Tw: cussing

Y/n)=your name

“This is talking”

Requested by: @pvzizgr8

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Enid was sipping her coffee, enjoying the calming atmosphere of the weathervane.

The day had only just begun, but it was already going so much better than she could have ever hoped for.

You were sitting across from her, sipping from [ favorite drink].

You and enid had a sleepover the night before, you didn’t know it, but you slept talk.

Enid definitely noticed, because you were cussing out someone the whole time.

——-

(Flash back to the sleepover)

-

You and enid where sleeping in her bed, it was already lat but enid was kept awake as you snore next to her.

You were talking in your sleep, not quite making sentences , but it sounded like a rather loud string of cussing.

Enid was surprised at first, because you never cussed like that while awake. she had to admit to herself that she did found it a little bit amusing.

She listened for awhile while idle stroking your hair.

You seemed to calm down and she was about to fall asleep when the words “you bitch!” came from your mouth, waking her up.

Your both lucky Wednesday wasn’t here or you’d be dead for waking her.

You seemed to be yelling at someone, though she had no idea who it was aimed at. Enid was finding this a little bit to funny to pass up, as she continued listening.

Soon you just kept cussing at the dream person until you feel into a deep sleep and snuggled into enids side.

She blushes and giggled, hugging you as she soon too falls asleep.

—-(end of flash back)

The memory of her sleeping next to Y/N the night before plagued her mind as she took a sip of coffee.

She had to admit, she was finding Y/N’s random bouts of cursing and swearing in his sleep rather interesting, especially since she had never even heard him swear at all while awake, and she kind of wanted to know why…and maybe to even tease you. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something real quick?”

You look at her from your coffee, look a tad tired since it was still morning. “Yea what’s up Enid?”

“Oh, I, uh, I just had a question about why you say a lot of…well…mean things while you sleep. I was wondering what kind of…dream person your arguing with.” She said, her voice full of amusement…maybe this was the perfect time for her to tease him a bit…

You blush. “Huh…what do you mean..?”

You have been told by many people you get mean in your sleep but chose to ignore it, thinking It was a prank, but now Enids saying the same, maybe it’s NOT a prank.

She smiles and leans forward, her face very smug.

"You can stop playing dumb with me. I heard every word while you were sleeping last night and you sounded more pissed off than i've ever seen you before, i can't believe what a potty mouth you have when dreaming!". Her tone of voice was playful, she was clearly teasing you, wanting to see a reaction from you.

You blush. “I-I didn’t realize…”

She giggled. "Oh, but its true!...you were do angry!” She said teasingly, she couldn't help but find your blush amusing, she leaned forward trying not to laugh, clearly wanting a reaction from you.

You blush, looking a tad ashamed . “Sorry..about that.”

*she smirks* “Oh, I'm not complaining, in fact, I find it funny...your never so...angry when awake, and I find it interesting to hear how you express yourself so...aggressively in your dreams.…it’s kinda cute, in a way.”

You blush more and kick her under the table as you look away and sip your coffee. “Shush…”

Enid giggles and sips her coffee happily and kicks your leg under the table. “Potty mouth”

You kick back. “Shush!!!”

———————

Sorry it’s short, I’m just too tired but I wanted to give you something 💚

#enid x y/n #enid wednesday #enid x you #enid x reader #enid fanfic #enid sinclair #enid emma myers #enid sinclair x male reader #enid sinclair x reader #wednesday

[saintmagx]

I Knew You were Trouble ❤️‍🔥

Part 4

Pairing: Jimmy Uso × reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💕 No specific timeline

❗️❗️Warnings: 18+, swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves)❗️❗️

I’m sooooo sorry this took as long to get out, I kinda took a break but I’m back and so is our boy Jon 🥵 hope this was worth the wait 🫣

Day one - Rome, Italy

One of my favourite things about being a WWE superstar is getting the opportunity to travel the world. Because of my job I’ve been in more places that I could have ever imagined and made memories that will last a lifetime. Today we are in one of my favourite places, Rome.

One of my least favourite things about being a WWE superstar though was definitely the travel and itinerary- I get to a new place and don’t have time to see all the sights. its airport, hotel, gym, meet and greets, arena, match, then on the road again.

Me

hey, wanna sneak out and do something fun before the meet and greet?

Josh

what you have in mind?

Me

authentic Italian ice cream? Pizza? Your treat obviously 🤪

Josh

damn, you really want me to treat you after the way you been disrespecting me 😨

Me

fine 🙄 I’ll ask Jon instead - lil bitch

Josh

WAIT

FINE

Meet me in the lobby in 5.

I wasn’t really going to ask Jon, I mean how could I? This whole trip I have to try and avoid him, however I feel like fate has other plans, I was informed late last night that Jon and Josh would join me in doing press for the tour, doing meet and greets and TV appearances to get everyone hyped up for the shows. As long as we aren’t alone together nothing would happen…….right?

One thing I wanted to tick off my bucket list when visiting Rome was going to the Trevi Fountain. Seeing it there in front of me took my breath away, the beauty it holds, the history and traditions. Ugh to have this on my doorstep every day would be a dream. We had found a small gelato shop near the fountain and decided to find a place to sit near by the fountain.

“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, the gelato was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea Josh, are you doubting me and my choices?”

“You know damn well I don’t trust you.” He says

Acting offended I shift myself further away from him, Josh turns to look at me grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t know what you’re smiling at, you’ve just bumped yourself down the list of what Fatu brother I like more.”

“Well number 2 ain’t so bad.”

“Try 3”

Annoyed he reply’s “3? What you mean 3, who else you know except me and Jon!”

Realising I got him right where I want him “well Joe obviously, I’ve spoke with him a few times and he is such a sweetheart, I think he might actually be my favourite brother.”

He didn’t have a come back, he just sat there eating his gelato like a grumpy little kid. I take a few sneaky pics to send to Trin, captioned “fun with your grumpy ass brother in law.”

Josh reaches into his pocket and places two coins in front of us.

“Let’s go throw these in the fountain then.”

“Wait, how did you know I wanted to do that?”

“Cause believe it or not yn but I listen to you, you are one of my closest friends and I love ya, if there is something you wanna do you damn sure I wanna make it happen. That’s what family does.”

I couldn’t see him, my eyes were filling with tears. Never in my life have i had someone care so much. We fight like cat and dog but underneath it all there is pure love and adoration for each other.

“Okay don’t get all soppy on me” he jests. “Let’s throw our coins and get back before there is a search party.”

Grabbing my hand we walk over to the fountain and throw our coins in tradition states if you throw a coin in you are wishing that one day you will come back to Rome and with every fiber of my being i was hoping that one day i would.

“Thank you” i whisper to Josh.

“Don’t mention it, though I do hope I ain’t last on yo list anymore?”

Laughing I announce “A solid 2 for sure now.”

Another part I love about being a WWE Superstar is getting the opportunity to meet the fans. The WWE universe has the best, most intense fan base in the world.

In the store where the meet and greet was happening, It was a basic set up, a long table, a seat for each of us and a backdrop with our image plastered over it. The queue was already around the block, with a mixture of kids, teens and adults all waiting to meet us.

“I’m really nervous, this is my first international meet and greet - what if no one is here for me.” I start to panic.

Josh looks at me and in his usual joshy manner tries to make it all better “yn we know no one is here for you, and honestly you are killing the mood. Put yo big girl panties on and let’s get this over with huh?”

And just like that the mood has been lifted and he has me laughing.

“I honestly hate you J.”

Jon who had been observing finally breaks his silence. “You can sit between us, that way we can comfort you if it gets too much.” Comfort me……..

A little too eagerly I agree. The first few fans come in and just like that all my nerves and panic washed away and I was in autopilot.

“How you doin now yn? Eased into it okay?” Josh enquires

“I’m fine J, I just let my ner……”

Heat. That was the only thing I could feel. My thigh tingling under his touch, Jon’s touch.

“Yo yn, you good?” Josh looks at me concerned.

“Yep fine, just got a little cramp in my leg, feel like we have been here for hours.” I brush him off, along with moving Jon’s hand off my leg. Think of Trin, think of Trin I repeat in my head.

The last of the fans come and go, it’s been a sweet afternoon watching Jon and Josh interact with everyone, you can see the love and passion they have for this business and the fans. Maybe teaming with them on this European tour won’t be so bad after all.

Backstage WWE LIVE, Rome Italy,

The crowd had been electric all night. There is no major storylines, no characters and no set of rules to follow just purely wrestling. Our match was a mixed tag match, myself and The Uso’s v Indie, Theory and Waller. Going out and having fun with everyone and the crowd is what it’s all about, the passion the fans give in return for the show you put on makes all the travel, injuries and lack of sleep worth it.

After any of my matches I like a debrief, things I could have done better, things I did great etc, it’s how I grow and learn, however fate was having none of that tonight. Walking back to the female dressing room I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arms and pull me into a secluded corner of the arena, from the way my skin was burning at the slightest touch I knew it could only be one man - and I was in trouble.

“Have you been avoiding me all day?”

“Em, earth to Jon? We saw each other at the meet and greet.” I laugh trying to break the tension

“Oh I remember..” Edging closer to me with fire in his eyes he continues “I’ve been thinking about how nice your thigh felt, and wondered what else felt nice.”

Gulp

Think of Trin yn.

Keep it light and funny yn “Plus I was busy with Josh all morning, he took me out for some gelato - I’m a busy woman Jon.”

“Yeah, Josh told me about the gelato. Is there a reason I wasn’t invited?”

His heavy eyes stuck on mine, waiting for my answer.

“Honestly it was a last minute thing, next time I’ll make sure you get an invite.” Trying to leave his hand leans on the wall behind me enclosing us in even closer. His free hand finds its place perfectly on my hip before it starts to lower slowly, like he was trying to memorise how each part of me felt before placing his hand on my butt, grabbing onto it with his powerful grip.

“How bout we skip the gelato and i give you some of my cream.”

Fire, passion, a need for only him. That’s all I felt in that moment. It consumed me. Jon looked at me like I was the only girl on the planet.

After weeks of playing cat and mouse, he caught me. His lips finally found their way onto mine, a low moan slowly released from his mouth, like a weight had been lifted from him, his hands tracing every inch of my body. I didn’t want him, I needed him and in that moment I’m what he needed too.

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[abruisedmuse]

QUESTION...?

Song analysis

Kinda wild that this is the first thing I'm talking in length about since it's not my usual and I don't talk song analysis I typically write fanfic and make edits when creative but this won't leave my head so here we are.

Things to note before we jump in:

In Taylor's speech last night when she said she was the happiest she's been in all aspects of her life, she referred to this song as it being a happy memory. Being the lyrics it didn't click unless it refers to someone close to her now. The person who fits this is Matty.

Question...? Is in the pre-show playlist for The 1975. An odd choice if you ask me being unless you listen to Midnights you know it. From my knowledge Preshow playlists usually contain top charting hits, released singles etc. To me, this feels like Matty kinda showing off that she wrote a song about him. Sorry if there's any typos I did this before coffee and I didn't have my glasses on lmao. If you don't like Matty that's fine, then this post isn't for you and you can keep on scrolling.

I cut off the intro on accident, it says "I remember". That could be just setting up the song stating this deals with the past. Or it's a response to the line in 'About you' by The 1975 where Matty sings, "Do you think I have forgotten. She says no I haven't, I remember.

The first line in the verse is giving two characters: Taylor, the good girl. Matty, the sad boy. Taylor went to two shows in 2014 for The 1975. One in LA and one in NY. I'm going with NY for this setting. The one thing going on was that they hooked up. Possibly seeing each other albeit extremely briefly.

Regardless of what it was it impacted her life greatly. He painted her nights a color she's been looking for ever since. Ever since Matty left her she's been trying to chase that feeling. Kinda ties into her speech last night too because she finally found it. After she had to deal with one thing after another. Other relationships, media, pandemic. Basically all the hurdles in her life that brought them back together. (It could also be in reference to their past situationship and what caused the fallout. )

Taylor wants to talk. She has questions about the past and wants to clear the air.

I think this took place when they were all hanging out and everyone was just shocked when it happened. They kissed around friends and were teased about it. But the friends in question gave an approval by clapping. These were super close friends who wouldn't tell any media outlets so I'm thinking like Selena, George, Ross, Adam. Etc. People who won't talk but I could see teasing tf out of them but being supportive. I don't remember which show Karlie was at which is why I didn't say her. Anyway, she's now asking him and what he did as in do you remember? Cause I do. And then she continues with her questions.

Now, Matty was using alot of drugs around here so it's possible he remembered but not everything. Or it's possible he did and wants to forget that he left in middle of night. Because as soon she asks that he goes oh. The oh is him being like ah fuck. So then Taylor shoots back three consecutive questions. Whatever happened in the past I think was her call for whatever reason maybe he didn't want to public or be in a relationship. And because she knows herself, the feelings are getting too much, she's getting this strong connection and feelings she has to end it. And Does it bother him he didn't fight for it? Does it bother him the way it does her? Does he miss her? He seems taken aback and she's saying well its just a question. A hypothetical one. He's doubting that.

This is about the Brit awards and Calvin. Stay with me. Half-moon eyes elude to someone on drugs, i.e., Matty. Peep the last line line the image "but you were on somethin". indiciating the half-moon eyes are not from weed but something harder. The bad surprise is Calvin. And this is the moment Matty knew he fucked up because he had still feelings. He was jealous cause the brit awards was when Taylor and Calvin met and as we all know. The dude is a dickhead lol.

Lots of drinking, no one should be surprised by with Matty. Idk about the politics and gender roles. It's clearly about Matty. Since hes more of an activist than Taylor and has songs about politics, has worn skirts, make up, kisses guy. It's also kinda about Taylor. Idk love to heard thoughts. I know it my bones it connects. Could also be in connection with the fact that a couple months after the awards Matty says dating Taylor would be emasculating. I think he said it out of anger. Anger at himself for not being with her, jealous of Calvin, and pissed shes dating the said dickhead. Anyway back to the awards time, they are fighting. Matty is unhappy with her talking to Calvin. And she probably asks him again what he wants. He doesn't know but he sure as hell doesn't want her with that guy.

The second best after that meteor strike is going back to the first verse. About the color she's searched for. I said it deeply impacted her. This indicates it did for the both of them. After the impact of her, Taylor. Has anyone even come close to the intense feelings they shared in a short time? The her in question I feel like it depends on when this song was written. However if we take the scene that is set for us and the time frame given, it's probably Halsey. Otherwise if it was written in 2021/2022 then it could be FKA Twigs. Whichever her, there's no hate there. She's happy for him. Truly. Either one suits him better, however she can't help but wonder...

Then the chorus repeats. Back to her speech, the reason she is saying this is a happy memory for her. Is because now it is. Her thoughts are filled with what could have happened? That color she's been searching for, the missing piece, it's found again. It's come back to her. Now she can look back, laugh, and think of it as happy. This is why everything in her life finally feels like it makes sense.

feel free to add on if you like. This is just my initial thoughts breaking down Question..? after last night

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[mrs-gauche]

If the Spirit!Solas theory happens to be true—and I’m confident it is—then it really gives you a new level of respect for how much restraint this guy has.

I’m talking specifically about his interactions with Dorian. The part where Dorian is trying to convince Solas that enslaving spirits is cool and neat and not wrong because ‘spirits aren’t people.’

Imagine having the strength of character to listen to someone tell you to your face that you are not a person and therefore undeserving of the most basic civil rights without immediately decking them in the face.

Solas puts up with tool much, man.

Oh yeah, definitely! 😂 (As much as I feel for Dorian just trying to find some common ground...) I guess that one line in Tevinter Nights does a great job of putting Solas' attitude on this matter in a nutshell.

[…] roared not in anger, but with quiet contempt. "From this moment, should you ever bind a spirit, then your life is mine."

Keep in mind, Solas has witnessed spirits suffering from the consequences of creating the Veil for at least a thousand years at this point, if only from the Fade. When he's saying "It hurts. It always does." to the Inquisitor after returning to Skyhold and Wisdom's death, he's referring to the countless times he had to watch his friends being drawn to the waking world, either forced, or to see them “wish to join the living”, only to be twisted, bound, corrupted, killed, you name it.

"How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples."

Much like a lot of his banter with Sera taunting him about his grief for the past, at this point, Solas is so old and has witnessed so much history, so much pain, that Dorian's remarks couldn't possibly evoke any real anger from him. It's so insignificant compared to what he has seen. There's a reason why Weekes keeps emphasizing how friggin tired Solas truly is. This is after all the general perception of spirits in present Thedas, aside from a few cultures like the Avvar. He can't blame Dorian for Tevinter raising him to think of spirits as nothing more than "amorphous constructs", just like he can't blame the Dalish for the knowledge lost to time. Similarly to any other argument he has with the other companions, Solas' frustration/resentment is almost never aimed at them personally, but rather at the current state of the world that shaped their perspective. (As is also evident in how his banter always ends up with them eventually coming to terms and grow a mutual/respectful relationship. The only exception being a low approval Inquisitor and Iron Bull if he chose the Qun over the Chargers… In that case, the hostility was definitely personal. 😂)

(That being said, I'm SO hoping for any kind of serious emotional outbreak from Solas in DA4, since there's still like a thousand year old trauma that needs to be addressed. lol)

But yeah, I think, going by his actions in Tevinter Nights, Tevinter is definitely not ready for what's probably coming for them in DA4, now that Solas is actually able to change things. 👀 And isn't it interesting how he will now be facing the Imperium, which was essentially built on the ruins of the empire he brought down/the same slavery based system he once rebelled against, so history kinda repeats itself? lol

I think it's also very telling how Solas will immediately counter Dorian's comments on the treatment of spirits in Tevinter by directly comparing it to slavery.

Dorian: "There's no harm putting them to constructive use, and most mages back home treat them well." Solas: "And any that show any magical talent are freed, are they not?" Dorian: "What? Spirits don't have magical talent." Solas: "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about your slaves."

But the beautiful irony in this, as I've talked about in this post, is how this draws a direct parallel to how Solas, in return, doesn't recognize the people of the waking world as real either, at least not until after the Inquisitor considers Wisdom a living being worth saving. This and his admission to the Inquisitor after he returns to Skyhold is imo the turning point in his character development. Imo, this is what leads him to say "Not at first. You showed me that I was wrong." in his high approval ending in Trespasser.

And this is also why I think that the theory of Solas intending to save the spirits first and foremost would make for such an interesting story actually.

The waking world doesn't view spirits as real people. Just like Solas can't accept the people of the waking world as real. So, what will happen if he tears down the Veil, and the Fade and the waking world become one again? The Inquisitor was potentially willing to save Wisdom despite it having already turned into a Pride demon. And in doing so, the Inquisitor unintentionally put up a mirror in front of Solas' face and basically went "If I can see them as real people worth saving, why can't you?".

And if the spirit origin theory is true, then it could make for a fascinating inner conflict. Solas, living in both the waking world and the Fade, having been a spirit and a corporeal person, is now facing the question of who "his people" actually are. Where does he belong? After all, his biggest fear remains to "die alone".

While this was said in more of a joking manner, Weekes' words from 2016 really put it into perspective here. Solas sees himself in that old fisherman he saw in the Fade. He is "the one who lived". So, I picture it like this… Solas is left alone in the Fade after the creation of the Veil. Spirits are now his only company for the next thousand years. Whether or not those spirits were the remaining souls of the elves he tried to save, we don't know, but regardless, I truly believe they are his people. But he is not a spirit. At least, not anymore.

Cole: "You don't need to envy me, Solas. You can find happiness in your own way." Solas: "I apologize for disturbing you, Cole. I am not a spirit and sometimes it hard to remember such simple truths." Cole: "They are not gone so long as you remember them." Solas: "I know." Cole: "But you could let them go." Solas: "I know that as well." Cole: "You didn't do it to be right. You did it to save them." Inquisitor: "Solas, what is Cole talking about?" Solas: "A mistake. One of many by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything."

In this banter, Cole reveals to us that Solas' mind immediately goes from "It's hard for me to accept I'm not a spirit" to "the people that were lost when Solas created the Veil". To me, this pretty much confirms that the people of Elvhenan and spirits are connected, if not one and the same. It's assumed that the Evanuris mined the Titans to somehow create bodies for spirits to inhabit, and that Mythal gave Solas a body against his will. There's also the theory about the creation of the Veil having caused the separation of body and spirit.

You know, I've written so much about this in previous posts and I don't want to sound like a broken record, but if we consider all those little clues and look at all of his dialogue in that context, it just makes so much sense to me, that what he wants to do is primarily to save the spirits/destroy the barrier for them to enter the waking world without their purpose getting corrupted. There's also still the matter of the Blights and red lyrium otherwise probably consuming the entire world. 😅 I think that's what he's referring to when saying "What I am doing will save this world" in Tevinter Nights.

And remember, "Dread Wolf" is still literally an anagram for "World" and "Fade". 😂 Both worlds colliding is quite literally in his title. lol Whatever the six eyed high dragon sized Dread Wolf actually is, as far as we know, he only seems to exist within the Fade, but how exactly is he connected to Solas and what will happen to him if he tears down the Veil (which btw is also definitely gonna happen… I mean, besides the fact that the Veil is getting weaker regardless of Solas' actions)? ANYWAY.

Sorry for rambling so much (and I feel like my English is a little rusty, too 😖), but I haven't talked about this stuff in a while and the lack of news is killing me. 😂 But your message gave me something to think about again, so thank you! :)

#oh no this got so long again 😖 #solas #also again Bioware I beg you please give us that ''Solas calling his spirit army and charging into battle'' moment from TN 👀 #tinfoil time #da4 #''Spirit self. Seeing the soul. Solas. But somehow sorrows.'' #watch us play DA4 one day and none of this turn out to be true 😂 #but I'm gonna die on that hill lol

[dellalyra]

FAMILY FORMATIONS - PART TWELVE

Summary: He’s home. He’s here. Maybe, you can mend the shattered pieces of your lives.

CW: I’m sorry this is so angsts but like so fluffy too?? But angst? Idk it’s a hot mess of emotions. Swearing, loss, grief, grief, grief, like one suggestive sentence.

A/N: do we like voting on what comes next?? I think that’s fun. Anyway - legit kinda proud of this, I’ve written like a million thirsts on how fucking delicious unsealed gojo looks but I was so excited to explore the toll and emotions of the prison realm situation on the FF gang and also show that there is no couple more healthy and solid than Y/N and Satoru. As always, requests open and appreciated x x

MASTERLIST

Recommended Listening:

The Parting Glass - (I like the Hozier version, works well for Y/N and Gojo discussing the losses)

What He Wrote - Laura Marling

Set Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol

The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice (the turnaround)

I am the AntiChrist to You - NuDeco

Ensemble, Kishi Bashi (the ending)

Yuuji’s voice, calling your name echoes through your head. You had no idea whether the unsealing worked or not. The box, it was gone. So now, you just sat staring at the skyline – trying to comprehend the fact that maybe, he was just gone. The angel – she’d done her part and the world had shook and you hoped that maybe, just maybe, that was a sign that your love was back in the mortal realm.

You waited, and stood, and waited, and watched.

Was this it? Had the world been left on your far too heavy shoulders? All the grief, the panic, the anger, the blood – was all of that yours to carry alone now? You couldn’t. You would fail. Without him, there was no hope. You wouldn’t be able to protect your family, your friends, yourself – at least Akio was out of Japan, but everyone else – you would die to protect them, even though you knew it would be the last thing to do.

The sun was beginning to set, you stood on the balcony of this flat – some stranger’s home, who had been quick to leave Tokyo – and you wished for the warmth of the cottage. The home Gojo and you had bought not long after graduation: with its plush sofas, and art spread around – some Tsumiki’s, some your families. The kitchen where many nights and so many important moments and memories had been made along with every dinner, you, Satoru – eating take out on the first night in your new home. The first night Megumi had asked for seconds a few weeks after they moved in, the table you signed the adoption papers for them, where Kento had told you both he was returning to sorcery, countless wine drunk nights with Shoko, where you and Satoru had told the Fushiguro kids that they were getting a sibling, where Akio had shouted his first word ‘cake!’, where Megumi had told you about his feelings for Itadori. All the kids room, and the spare rooms which had turned into other people’s de facto bedrooms. The master bedroom, nights wrapped up in tangles of limbs and sweat oh such sweet pleasure that everything else faded away or wrapped in blankets and each other's loving arms – whispers of eternity passing with the pillows as witness, falling asleep marvelling at the beauty of the moonlight bouncing off the Snow White hair of the ethereal man who you some got to call your husband splayed across the pillow beside you. You would often trace his features in his sleep, so at peace and restful and so beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall into dreams next to him. Your garden, where you grew everything from seed – peonies, sunflowers, roses, dahlias, lupins, lobelias and sweet pea and wisteria and most fruit and vegetables that you could dream of.

You’ve been holding everything in for so long – 19 days. You can’t falter. Not yet.

Please, ‘toru. Please come home to me.

You’re lost in your memories and hopes that somehow, the unsealing worked, and your beautiful boy will find you and love you and be beside you again – and then you will feel whole. Then, your soul and his will be complete.

The sliding door of the balcony breaks your trance.

“I’ll be in soon, Yuuji. Just enjoying the sunset.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll find us some food. Leave your jeans out, I’ll mend them later.” You’re listing off the things you need to do because if you just keep going then maybe time will move faster and he will be home. Home with you.

“Y/N. Turn around.”

You slowly do as he asks.

“Hey, Princess.”

The bow clutched tightly in your hand clattered to the ground and you follow soon after, the legs and body that has been holding you steady and shouldering the fear and grief of all of your loved ones, gives way – as your knees buckle and make contact with the hard ground beneath you.

He’s alive, and he’s safe and he’s here.

A sob wracks your body and all that manages to come out of you shaking lips is,

“‘Toru?”

And then your senses are engulfed, and you are home. Strong, steady arms pull you tight against a broad, heaving chest which you feel letting out shaky breaths.

“I – Satoru, fuck, I didn’t know if you’d come back, I thought I’d lost you forever, I didn’t know if it worked I needed to believe – oh god, you’re here., I couldn’t feel you at all, oh my god you’re here and you’re real. ‘Toru. I tried my best and I failed, and everything’s fallen apart and –” your sobs almost made your words unintelligible, but Satoru knew what you were saying and what you meant.

“You’re safe, you did so good. I’m here, my brave, strong girl.” He whispers into your hair.

You pull away and your hands are flying everywhere on his body, checking for injuries and any sign of something wrong but he’s okay, he’s strong and he’s here.

All you can do is grab him by the messy, snowflake white hair and pull him into your face to crash your lips against in a desperate, messy kiss full of unspoken words of love unconditional and reassurance that you both need, and the promise of safety in your reunion.

“Princess, Akio – where is he?” He says, petting your hair. You two would get to the issue of your eldest son in a minute, but the baby – he needed to know where his baby was.

“Safe – I sent him with my mom and uncle and he’s not in Japan. I got him out of the country.” Your words comfort you both, knowing the 18-month-old was safe and sound.

“Akio is safe but ‘toru – you know, don’t you? Megumi – that bastard, he took him. He’s with Ge- Kenjaku.” You stare into his eyes. Your husband was the only one who could fix this mess, but you really were trying to ignore what that meant.

“I know. I’ve seen him. But Y/N, he’s alive. He’s in there and he’s alive. I’ll get our little boy back.” You collapse into him, and him into you.

You realise he’s got no idea about the loss. The grief and the fact that you should be mourning but you don’t have time because everything is falling apart. He needs to know – and he needs to know now and from you, before he realises it or someone says something, he deserves to be told and he deserves it softly because the isolation and suffering he’s endured for 19 days have taken an inevitable toll and he needs you.

You suck in a deep breath and realise everyone else has long left the area. It’s just you both. Steadying yourself, as best as you can, you pull him into you – gripping the sides of his face so you can see that beautiful face.

“Satoru. Before you hear from anyone else – I need you to hear it all from me. Okay?” You say, pressing tearful kisses into his hairline.

“Please Y/N. I need to know; I need to know who we’re fighting for. There’s faces I didn’t see beside Yuuji and Maki and - I’m scared. I’m scared Y/N but please, God, please tell me now.” His voice is filled with despair and vulnerability that only you’ve seen.

“Are you sure?” You ask, pulling him to look in your eyes.

“Please.” He whispers.

“Satoru - it’s, we lost Nanami. He’s gone, Yuuji was there. He died at Shibuya.” Your voice breaks, his closest friend, Akio’s godfather - he’s gone. Only you, Shoko and Gojo were left now.

A sob wracks his body, and he grips your shoulders and leans into your chest, the pain of seeing him like this feels like it might rip open your chest and all you want to do is cry with him but fuck, the list is longer.

“Yaga is dead. Executed. Nobara, she’s alive but… they,” your voice breaks, “they don’t know if she’ll make it. You’ve been branded a traitor, me your accomplice. Mai Zen’in, she’s dead but Maki… she’s slaughtered the Zen’in clan. Alone. Yuuta’s home.” You try to explain the culling games and other events but everything feels like it’s coming out jumbled as you and Satoru just remain, a crumpled mess of limbs on the ground. Shaking, scarred – but together.

After some time of just – grieving and feeling each other’s presence, you convince him to come inside your temporary space and sleep and eat.

Once you’ve both settled, as much as you both can, you call a meeting of your small group. Satoru immediately goes into defence mode when a figure, unknown to him as an ally – enters the room.

“Oh, you’ve come to play, curse? What, tired of being used by Kenjaku, huh?” He sneers, and puzzle pieces click as you whip in front of him as he leans to lunge toward the tall, dark figure beside Yuuji.

“Satoru! Stop!” You say, softly.

And he does.

“This – is Choso. He’s Yuuji’s brother. Geto manipulated him. He’s safe – I trust him. He saved my life.” You grab his shoulders to ground him, knowing that the whirlwind of events was causing a torrent of emotions in him.

Choso nods, still new to the world, having been used like a lamb to the slaughter and having witnessed nothing but bloodshed and destruction since his birth. He reminds you a bit of yourself. Living solely to protect the ones you love, maybe that’s why you were so quick to accept him into your fold. He had quickly become one of your most trusted friends in the group, vowing to you, as the woman who cared for his brother that he would help retrieve your husband and son.

That evening, information was exchanged, plans drawn up, theories explored and through everything, Satoru and you never let go of each other – Akio was far away, but safe, Megumi – trapped by a monster inside his own body, the body of your best friend being used like a marionette with a date written in blood to fight the man you love, Nobara – on death’s door. Kento, gone forever.

But in those hours, hope was born.

Satoru had returned.

He was safe, and alive – and you had each other. All shadows seemed smaller by each other's side.

And now, you both had one shared goal – the most dangerous and potentially costly mission of your lives.

You were going to get your little boy back, together.

That night, in his darkest abyss, a shivering, broken boy heard and saw something.

He had no idea how, but he knew it was real.

Two clasped hands, golden rings shining, one hand smaller and the outlines of a vine tattoo tracing the wrist and one hand larger, pale with slender fingers clasping the smaller fingers.

‘Mom, dad?’ His weakened voice whispered into the vision.

‘We’re coming, kid.’ Satoru Gojo, his dad.

‘We’ve got you, ‘gumi.’ Y/N, his mom.

They were coming for him, together.

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[formulawonu]

seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

#svt #seventeen #svt reaction #svt imagine #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt reactions #kpop #kpop imagines #seungcheol #scoups #jeonghan #joshua hong #joshua #junhui #jun #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #minghao #the8 #mingyu #kim mingyu #dk #seokmin #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #vernon

[so-long-soldier-writes]

You Made a Choice to Be Good

kai parker x bonnie bennett

summary: a kidnapping has an unexpected outcome… bonnie never thought she'd come to an understanding with the crazy sociopath in town, let alone sleep with him.

tags: kidnapping, magic / spells / siphoning, cheerleading uniform kink, mentions of past child abuse & childhood trauma, desk sex, classroom sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, minor foot stuff / touching, sexual inexperience, loss of virginity, unsafe / unprotected sex, minor biting, facials, enemies to lovers, second chances

word count: 7k

a/n: i'm very aware this is (1) a bonenzo title, and (2) enzo's fantasy being incorporated, but idc i'm using it for bonkai!! the cheerleader thing just fits kai so much better!!

@bonnie-sheila-bennett here's one of the cheerleader fantasy fics! the other i'm still working on, and to everyone who's requested other fics, i promise i'm working on them!! i've been so slow lately. 😭

It takes Bonnie a second to realize where she is. There’s a slight ache in her head and her vision is blurry, but if she’s not mistaken, she recognizes the room as her consciousness returns. Particularly, the colors; the green chalkboard taking up most of the front wall, the brown wooden desk a little to the left; the white exposed from what’s not covered in posters. She’s in an old classroom in Mystic Falls’ high school. 

After that realization, shock wakes her up pretty fast. She has no memory of how she got here and racks her brain to remember the last thing she did. She was in her dorm. She was asleep. She felt something warm around her abdomen… and then it was lights out.

Fear floods through her and she reaches for her phone. Only… her hands seem to be tied around her back. 

“Oh my god,” she mutters. Should she call for help? Or would that just alert her kidnapper that she’s awake? Thoughts race through her head before she can remember she’s a witch, and a very powerful one, at that. One word and the chains should fly off and she can escape. “Frac-”

“Oh good!” A voice cuts her off. Its shadow stands in the hall. “You’re awake.”

Bonnie could recognize that voice anywhere. Her body freezes instantly. 

A heartbeat later, Kai comes into the classroom. His famous smirk is on his face and she hates it. 

“What do you want with me?! Why am I here?”

“Oh, Bonnie. Don’t you miss me?”

“Not a chance. Take me back.” She struggles against her chains, as if to signal to him to take them off. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. We spent two months together, and you don’t miss me even a little? I’m hurt.”

“Kai-”

“Fine! I stole you, I admit. You’re just too cute, I couldn’t help it!” He pinches her cheek, but not enough to hurt. 

“Don’t touch me.”

“Okay. Sorry.” He holds both hands up, imitating surrender.

“Why did you kidnap me, Kai? Why are we in my old high school?”

“I’ll answer both of those questions in due time. First, I wanna know if I uncuff you, will you try to escape?”

She stares at him incredulously. 

“Take that as a ‘no’, or?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay. Well, um… tell you this, if I uncuff you, and you don’t try to escape, I won’t have a reason to hurt you.” He places both hands on the desk and towers his figure over her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Bonnie, but I need you to listen to me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s important.”

She sighs. “Fine. I won’t try to escape.”

“Now that’s a good girl. Fractos!”

The chains come undone at once. Bonnie immediately stands up and glances towards the door. 

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t think about it.”

“Motus!” She yells, thrusting both hands at Kai. The boy doesn’t even flinch. Bonnie stares, half out of shock and half out of fear. “Motus!” She tries again.

“Yeah, about that… I kinda siphoned your magic last night. That’s how I was able to get you here. It might take a while to regenerate.”

She glares at him. “No…”

“Yeah,” he clicks his tongue. 

Bonnie then tries a desperate sprint to the door, but gets pushed back by a boundary spell over the entryway. “No!” She yells again.

“You told me you wouldn’t try to escape. Naughty girl.”

“What do you want with me?!”

“All in good time. For now, I just want you to behave.”

“I don’t have time for this! I have to- have to-”

“Help Damon? Get to 1903? Free Lily? Yeah, I don’t think so.” Kai starts to stalk towards her. “See, as much as I love chaos, there was a reason Lily was locked up. She was a ripper, Bonnie, and I doubt her closet full of crazy-pants are any better.”

“Like that’s any different from yourself. Maybe we should lock you up… oh wait.”

Kai chuckles coldly. “Ha ha. Don’t you see I’m trying to keep you safe? Keep your friends safe? Lily here would be a disaster. Two Salvatores in this town are enough.”

“So what? You kidnap me? For how long do you plan to keep me here?”

“As long as I need to.”

“And what? Are we just gonna stare at each other? Draw shapes on the chalkboard? Wait for my magic to recover so I can kick your ass?”

“I’ve thought about that.” His smirk comes back and he holds a finger in the air. Kai makes his way towards the desk. “And while you were unconscious, I did some digging.”

Bonnie remains by the door. Her magic is faint; he siphoned most of it, but if she can keep him talking long enough, it’ll come back eventually. 

“Y’know, this school has a lot of stuff in it. I mean, a lot. In this desk alone, I found eight pencils, a slinky, a calculator that when flipped read “boobs” in numbers, a hairbrush, two things of lipgloss, and an unopened condom. And when I raided the principal’s office, boy, you couldn’t even imagine. But the most fun was when I went through the sports’ closet. They had all the retired uniforms from past years in there, and that’s when I remembered something - you were a cheerleader here! When I kidnapped Elena, I saw your picture in a frame; your team all gathered around. You all looked so cute and happy, but you, especially, were just adorable.” Kai’s hand disappears under the desk now. “What year did it say that you cheered? 2009? Yeah.” Her face pales as he pulls her old uniform out from its hidden spot. “Looked like this, right?”

Bonnie says nothing, but her face tells all.

“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why do I care? I just told you, Bonnie. You looked so cute in your little photo, and I happened to come across your old uniform. We’re here all alone with nothing to do. Everyone’s on break. So you might as well.”

“I might as well what?”

“Wear it.” She scoffs. “For me,” he adds, which doesn’t help his case. 

“I’m not doing that. Hell no.”

“Don’t be difficult, Bonnie.”

“I’m not doing it! Besides, who’s to say it’ll even fit me anymore?”

He eyes her figure and she immediately wishes she hadn’t said that. “Please, you’re still as small as you were back then. Your skirt might be a little shorter now, but I see that as a plus.”

She rolls her eyes. 

“Come on, Bonnie. Aren’t you even a little curious to see how it fits after a couple years?”

“No, and especially not with you around.”

“I’ll turn when you change.” He crosses his fingers. “Promise.”

She glares at him. “No. Now let me out; you’ve had your fun with me, and I have things to do.”

“We haven’t had any fun yet. You’ve only just woken up.”

“Kai-”

“I’m getting tired of asking. Either you give into what we both know is the best way to spend our time here, or I chain you back up. Which will it be?”

“Kai, I have to-”

“Tell you what,” he interrupts again, “you put it on, and we’ll explore the school together. It’ll be a fun little adventure. A break from the chaos that is our lives. Just two post-grads exploring old stomping grounds.”

“You didn’t even go to school here.”

“Missing the point, Bon. So are you gonna do it or not?”

“No. I-”

“Vodux,” he mutters. In an instant, she’s within arm’s length. Kai grabs her wrist and siphons what little magic has returned, then stares at her. “Which will it be?”

“Fine.” She bodies up to him despite the significant height difference. Kai smiles, and takes her bold posture as an invitation to glance down her shirt. It takes everything in her not to slap him. “Turn around.”

“Yes ma’am.”

To her surprise, he does. 

For a minute, she just stares at the clothes. The uniform is perched on the desk - Alaric’s old one, mind you - and a pair of white shoes sit beside it. She scoffs, realizing he took the time to assemble the whole thing.

“I don’t hear clothes dropping,” Kai says suddenly. 

She sighs, then finally reaches for the hem of her shirt. With anger, she rips it off and throws it at his back, making a whoosh sound before it hits him. He only chuckles. 

“Very tempting not to turn around right now.”

“Don’t you dare.” Thankfully, he stays still. 

Bonnie removes her shoes, then jeans, and knows he can hear the belt buckle that hits the floor. To avoid another comment from him, she speaks first. “So did you even go to high school? Or did your parents decide it was best to keep the freak indoors, away from the public eye?”

Kai laughs. “I went for a few years. Got kicked out in high school for an incident that wasn’t entirely my fault. But then my parents pulled Jo out, too, and they homeschooled both of us. Then they started pulling out and homeschooling the younger ones. It was easier to hide the coven when we were all under the same roof at all times.”

“What was the incident?”

“Huh?”

‘What got you expelled?”

“Oh.” Even with his back turned, she knows he’s smiling. “Got in a fight. Hey, he came at me first and I just finished the job.”

“Sure.”

“Believe what you want, Bonnie, I wasn’t always bad. My parents made me this way. Their anger at me for the way I was born. Their inability to accept the fact that I was still their own blood even though I was different. And it’s funny, they carried the gene and it just happened to appear in me! So you tell me if that’s really my fault.”

Bonnie doesn’t know how to answer. She even finds herself feeling a bit bad for the siphon, despite everything he’s done. There’s a lot of truth in his words. Still… he’s admitting them to her now because he’s kidnapped her… while forcing her to wear an old uniform, probably because of some nauseating kink he has. 

Kai then sighs. “Are you done? I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

“I’m tying the shoes.” She finishes the simple knot. “Done.”

He turns around immediately. Bonnie finds herself genuinely curious about his reaction. Will he like it or hate it? Will he make some vulgar comment, or force her out of it because he decides she looks bad? She’s a little anxious over the possibilities. 

Kai, however, is instantly smitten. If he were a cartoon character, his eyes would’ve turned to big, bulging hearts. Stars would’ve floated atop his head, and his tongue would be out, panting. But instead of that, Bonnie sees a look of lust in his eyes. His posture straightens and his gaze travels all over her form. 

She doesn’t know how to feel now. Admittedly, the man is hot. Never would she say such a thing out loud, but she can allow herself to think it. Before finding the newspaper in 1994, she probably would’ve even tried something with him. She definitely flirted a bit, and he did too, before Damon pried them apart, but if he hadn’t deserved his stay in 1994, she would’ve gladly climbed him like a tree. 

And now, she hates to say it, but his attention feels good. It makes her feel sexy. The fact that this man who seems to hate everyone and everything is downright infatuated with her… it makes her feel powerful. 

“Do you like it, or should I take it off?” She plays with the hem of her shirt.

“No!” He stutters. “I mean, yes, I like it. No, don’t take it off!” He gives himself a couple seconds to recover, then teases, “I knew it would fit you like a glove.”

It’s a little tighter in the breasts, and like Kai suspected, the skirt is a tiny bit shorter, but it still fits perfectly otherwise. “So what, are we exploring now? Or was that just a ploy to get me inside this thing?”

The man’s eyes light up like an excited boy’s. “You would want to?”

“I thought that’s what you said we’d do.”

“Well then come on,” he waves, “let’s explore.”

Kai takes the boundary down from the doorway, but Bonnie figures he has them up along every entry of the school. Besides, she has no magic with which to fight him, so she’s stuck with him until it recovers. 

“So show me where your classes were,” he starts, “what classes did you take in 2009?”

“Well we were just in Alaric’s classroom-”

“Ric’s? As in Josette’s boytoy, Ric?”

“That’s the one.” Bonnie ignores the way he calls his sister by her full name. She’s not even sure she knew that was her full name. “And over here,” she points, “I had my English class. Ric taught history. He came in after our old history teacher was murdered.”

“Who did it?”

Bonnie clicks her tongue as she remembers. “Damon, actually.”

“Classic Damon… killing all of the important people in this town and getting away scot-free.”

Bonnie ignores that too. “And over here, I had chemistry.” When Kai snickers, she shoots him a glare. “And the boy behind me used to flirt with me whenever I’d come into class.” His light expression quickly goes dark. Bonnie chuckles at his sudden change in demeanor. “What kind of classes did you take in high school?” She asks as they continue down the hall.

“Sophomore was my last year in formal public school, but…” he counts on his fingers, “English, history, art-”

“Home ec?” She questions.

“Nah. My father taught me how to cook, if that’s what you’re wondering.” It was. “Probably taught me so I wouldn’t starve when he inevitably sent me to a prison world. If he even cared, maybe he didn’t.”

She feels a little bit of sadness again, however strange, for him. 

“Anyway. Geometry - boy was I shit at that, economics, anatomy,” his eyes light up, “that’s when I learned that the spleen doesn’t really matter.”

Bonnie’s jaw drops. Her sympathy for him is so “one step forward, two steps back”. 

“I even took driver’s ed that year. Of course, my father didn’t want me to learn it, but it was a requirement by the school. Didn’t want me to be able to get out, now did he? Luckily, we only had one car, and if he wasn’t using it, it was locked with an alarm in the garage. And I, not surprisingly, had no magic to surpass the alarms.”

They continue down the hall like he hadn’t just info-dumped about both his abusive childhood and his violent past in a mere couple sentences. 

“So what was your principal’s name?” Kai asks.

“Weber. Yours?”

“Think his name was Nordbye, if I remember correctly.”

“Is he the one that expelled you, too?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “I liked him, though. Nice guy. Cared. He wasn’t going to expel me; was just gonna give me a warning, but then the other boy’s mother copped a fit and my father told him violence was expected from me because of the way I was born, and that terrified him into expulsion.”

One step forward…

“So then what?”

“Then I got expelled. Then I spent the next four years never leaving my house, much less my room. Then my mother had Luke and Liv, and then she died, and my father got worse and worse, and when I snapped, he blamed everything on me. Even though I had nothing to do with her death.” The last part comes out in a lower voice than the rest.

“How did she die?”

“He never told me the full reason, but I know it was medical. I didn’t hurt her, even if that’s what he might’ve suspected.”

“Why would you have hurt her?” Bonnie quickly rephrases, “why did he think you hurt her?”

Kai turns to her to answer. “Because she had more twins, and he thought I was taking my anger out on her.” He fiddles with a pocket knife Bonnie didn’t know he was holding. “As cold as she was to me, and as cold as they made me, I wouldn’t have hurt her.”

The look in his eyes reminds her of the time that Damon said Kai approached him with guilt over “ruining Jo’s life.” She called bullshit when he told her, but now she wonders if it could’ve been true. 

“Why did you stab Jo, if you would’ve never hurt your mother?” A bold question, but she barely even thinks about it before the words leave her mouth.

“I snapped. Tensions in the house grew without my mother around to soften them. The twins cried all day and all night; the other four were rambunctious as preteens always are. My father was so much angrier than usual, between hating me and blaming me. Even after it was revealed a medical cause of death, he still hated me. If I had been born normal, they wouldn’t’ve had to have more kids. She would still be alive. She wouldn’t have died at the early age of forty.” Bonnie gulps. Eight kids by forty is a lot. Kai’s eyes snap up to her face, but then he looks back to the floor as he continues. “She died in early May, and each year that passed, my father got more violent around that time. He’d scream at the kids if they were too loud. He’d slam things around to demand silence, but would only receive more panic. He’d spend hours by her grave and forget to come in and feed them - Jo would have to do it. Or I would, but I never seemed to do it right in her eyes. And sometimes, if I was in his line of sight when he’d finally come in, he’d take me outside as a personal punching bag until he was too weak to throw anymore hits. Or, if he were crying too hard to continue. His anger was often directed at me, too, if the kids were silent for once in their lives. He needed a place to express his hatred for the world, and eight kids that were only born to benefit a coven seemed to be the best option.”

“You said something like that before, that the coven always came first.”

Kai nods. “When you’re told at the age of four that either you or your sister will die for the stupid coven, life already seems pretty pointless. You’re in some stupid competition to see who wins - who gets to live - when neither of you want to play. You just want to be kids. But then they decide that since you were born different because of a generational curse, neither of you get to play anymore. And that’s great, because you don’t want to, but at the same time, you’re eliminated because you have no value to your family. And neither did the four kids in between Josette and I, and Luke and Liv. They aren’t twins; they don’t matter. When they finally produce a set that could lead - and neither are flawed in the way you are - you start to feel a little angry. That’s not even including the names my father would call me, nor the type of hand he’d hold to my face. The same hand that held Josette’s crying face when she got a B on a test is the same one that hit me on mine when I got the same grade on the same test.”

Kai bites his tongue, eyes glued to the floor, as he seems to suddenly remember where he is. He doesn’t dare look at the girl in front of him, and he doesn’t speak anymore on the topic. 

“You can go,” he says suddenly, “if you want. I’ll take the boundary spell down.”

Bonnie hesitates. This is her chance to run, to escape. He’s giving her an out to whatever crazy plans he’s made for her. Though… this is also her chance to try and reach him. He involuntarily has entered the most vulnerable state in which she’s ever seen him. Maybe all he needs to tone it down a notch is for someone to listen. 

“Kai?” She backs herself up to the wall, desperate to lean against something as she searches for the right words.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Frankly, I have no idea what we were talking about ten minutes ago.”

Bonnie racks her brain. “Classes. Principals.”

“Ah, right.”

“What was the name of your high school?” She wants to get his mind on another topic before tiptoeing back into the one about his childhood. It seems safer, somehow.

“Parkrose.”

“Do you remember the colors?”

“Green, white, and blue, maybe? Was blue included? I don’t know.”

“Can you walk with me?”

He falls in step beside her without answering. 

“You never mentioned your mother while we were in the prison world.”

“Didn’t seem relevant.”

“Not even when you took me back to your childhood home?”

“Didn’t know how much I could say,” he admits, “considering you didn’t seem to care when I mentioned my father and how he treated me.”

“You didn’t discuss your sister much, either. I was shocked to learn she’s the same woman that teaches Elena’s pre-med class now.”

“I didn’t quite have that information, either, until I got out of the prison world.”

“Fair point.” She takes a deep breath. “I can see why you snapped. It doesn’t make it okay, but I understand what led to it.”

His eyes snap up to her. “Really?”

“Elena told me that when your father learned there was a chance you could escape - when we were trapped there alone after Damon returned back to the modern world - he acted immediately and quite impulsively. Except, it didn’t seem so impulsive to him; it seemed planned. Premeditated. Like a desperate backup plan.”

“What did he do?”

“Tried to kill Jo. Burned a locket of hers. It would’ve killed her if Elena hadn’t healed her with her blood.”

Kai seems shocked to have learned his father targeted his favorite child. 

“We might’ve had a shitty past together; both of us taking turns at the other’s throat for weeks, but you tried to apologize and I pushed you into the mud.”

“This is where I remind you, you stabbed me first over there.”

She spins on her heels to face him. “Don’t push it.” Her face is stern, but there’s a hint of a smile, too. She turns back around to the hallway. “I believed everything you said about him. I met Luke and Liv in college, and they mentioned their dysfunctional family every so often. And then Elena recounted what happened to Jo, as well as the story she told prior, of what went down with you. The reason she thinks you snapped,” Bonnie clarifies, " is because you were born different and you didn’t like it. You consciously decided to take your anger out on everyone. You couldn’t deal with them thinking you were unable to lead and snapped.” She sighs. “But even though I wanted to believe that, deep down, I couldn’t, because I had spent two months with you in close quarters, and knew there was more to it than that.” Bonnie stops outside of Alaric’s classroom. “I’m sorry your father was abusive; I’m sorry you were raised with the knowledge that you would die or kill your sister. That’s not a way to grow up.” She then repeats, “it doesn’t make it okay, but I can understand why it happened.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, standing close. In the next moment, he reaches for her hand. He can feel the magic returning to her, running through her veins, they both can. Bonnie bites her tongue, wondering what he’ll do. Kai, though, doesn’t siphon. He drinks in her smell, the faint perfume, the slightly musky scent of the from-the-vault uniform. He closes his eyes and wills himself not to kiss her. 

Bonnie finds herself unexpectedly calm despite the proximity. If he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done it by now. 

“What was your mascot?” She blurts out. She might be calm, but that doesn’t mean she can’t sense the tension returning to settle in between them.

He smiles. “Broncos.”

“Did you have a thing for cheerleaders then, too?”

He chuckles lightly. “Yes. But never one as much as I like you.”

Her heart races, and her hands find the front of his chest. She doesn’t push him off, but instead rests them in place. 

“Do you really believe me this time?”

“Yes.”

He brings a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek with one finger. “Bon?”

“Yes?”

“Would you push me away if I kissed you?”

She finds herself gulping. “No.”

Despite asking, he’s slow to move forward, as if giving her time, still, to push him away. She doesn’t though, and lets him close the gap between their lips. He’s gentle, almost barely there, and remains so until she kisses back. As soon as she does, he gets more into it, kissing harder. He trails his unoccupied hand down the side of her body, letting it graze the red fabric before resting it on her bare hip, where the crop top exposes. His fingers are slightly cold, making her gasp and shiver. In the split second that her mouth is open, he slinks his tongue inside. He tastes her only for a moment, then pulls away to check on her.

“You okay?”

Nervousness clouds her eyes, but she nods. “I’m okay.”

Kai kisses her again, now more forcefully. Bonnie’s hands find his neck and pull him closer. Kai lets her, but not without hoisting her legs up first. He taps on her hips and lifts her into the air. Her back presses into the wall, skirt riding up even more from the position. 

Bonnie chuckles. “I’m taller than you.”

“Not for long,” he teases. He carries her into the classroom, then sits her down on the desk. Her skirt hides nothing, and his mouth waters at the sight. 

“Is this okay?” He taps her thigh.

“Yes.” She lowers her body until she’s lying down on her elbows. Her heels rest against the edge of the desk and with quick motions, he frees her from the tight shoes. Bonnie visibly relaxes once out of them. Kai’s fingers move gently to pull her panties down her legs. The cold air makes her inhale, and he’s quick to put two fingers against her clit.

“Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Your fingers are cold.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I can warm them up.”

“Please,” she says through clenched teeth. 

He starts to rub circles over her clit, and her body quickly reacts. Her lips part and a soft moan escapes through them. It encourages him on, as he dips his fingers into her core when he believes she’s starting to get wet. 

“Oh,” she whines, throwing her head back harshly, almost slipping.

“Careful.” 

She tightens her grip on the wood and watches him.

One hand rests on her knee while the other continues to get her wet enough to take him. Kai has no problem getting hard for her, as apparent by the outline in his jeans. She can feel her core throb just by looking at it. 

“Those look tight,” she nods. Kai looks down to follow her gaze and smiles, as if caught in the act. Before he can speak, she pokes at his bulge with her foot. 

“Bon-” Nothing else comes out, his throat going dry at the tease. She runs her foot slowly along his length. When he glances up, her tongue is peeking out from the side of her mouth. “Bon,” he starts again, shifting his weight. 

He’s not about to give in before he can taste her, though, so a second later, he carefully pulls her foot away from him and lowers himself to her level. Bonnie catches on immediately. When he lets go of her, she rests her heel back on the desk. He kisses her ankle, up her leg to her thigh, and then finally gives her clit its first kitten lick by his tongue. Her hands bury in his hair, urging him on. She can feel the dimples from his smile against her skin. 

“Oh,” she moans softly, tugs harder. 

Kai puts his hand on her hips to keep her down while increasing the speed in which he flicks his tongue against her. He ducks his head to enter her, tongue exploring all crevices that his fingers just had, and soon, his cock will. 

In the midst of it, Bonnie pokes him with her foot again for his attention. 

“Hm?”

“Need,” she reaches towards his fingers with her own.

“Need me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes light up with the fact that she seems to be enjoying this just as much as he is. Kai then moves two fingers to rub at her clit again, rather harshly, but just as she needs it. 

“This good?”

“Perfect.”

Kai finds a pace and keeps it. Within the next couple minutes, she finds herself getting close.

“Don’t stop,” she urges, “please.”

He doesn’t, nor does he slow down in his ministrations. 

“I’m close,” she mutters. He can tell, by the way her body tenses and her wetness seems to flood his face. “Don’t stop. I- oh god-”

One thing he never expected is for Bonnie to be vocal during sex. He likes it.

“Kai- I- urrgh!” And with that, she comes. 

He continues to eat her out through her orgasm, and doesn’t let up until she’s catching her breath. Little cries and moans of his name still fall from her lips, but her grip has weakened on his hair. Kai attaches his lips to her and sucks her juices before rising back to his feet. Bonnie wastes no time pulling him close by the shirt and tasting herself off his lips. 

As she kisses him, she puts her foot back on his bulge. It’s grown since the last time she felt it.

“Ready?” He asks into her mouth. 

“Yes.”

He’s quick to undo his belt and lets it drop to the floor. Her heart speeds up with anticipation. When he finally pulls himself out, she lets out a little gasp. Kai’s of average size and girth, to the best of her knowledge, but she’s more reacting to the prospect of taking someone again. She’d only lost her virginity last year, and her relationship with Jeremy never had the chance to travel too far into the sexual realm. 

“You okay, Bonnie?” Kai senses her sudden anxiety. 

“Mhm. Just… been kinda a long time.”

He seems to get shy, then, too. “Yeah, um… me too. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just start slow.”

“‘Course.”

He lines himself up with her, and she puts her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he starts to enter her, he lets out a husky moan. He pushes inside, watching her face, until he reads it’s far enough, then slowly starts to pull out. Kai slips out a couple of times at first. He bites his lip, a bit fearfully, then retries. 

After a moment, Bonnie asks the dreaded question. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he admits, looking anywhere but her face now. 

“It’s okay.” She’s quick to assure. “Take a deep breath.”

“Do you want to stop?”

She gives him a quizzical look. “Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, we all have to start somewhere. Judging by what you told me about your childhood and how controlling your dad was, I’m not surprised.”

He cocks his head. “You’d go this far with me knowing I was possibly…”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it. I was until just last year.”

“Was your boyfriend?”

“No, he lost it a long time ago. But he was gentle with me through it, and now I’m gonna be gentle with you, okay?”

Kai seems hesitant, but lets her hold the base of his cock and help him push back into her. 

“Don’t pull out all the way until you’ve found a rhythm. You don’t even, really, have to pull out all that much if you’d prefer.” She lets him go and rests back onto her elbows. “Now keep your hands wherever you feel like you need to. Once you get the hang of it, drop one down and rub the clit, because most girls can’t get off from actual intercourse anyway.” Kai doesn’t react to that, as if he already knew it, but he does nod at taking her advice to not pull out too far. “And you were doing a good job of keeping an eye on my reactions, making sure it’s not too much. That’s good. Also… remember to pull out in time. I certainly wasn’t expecting this today and I don’t think either of us have protection. I’m trusting you on this one, Kai.”

“Why are you trusting me?” He asks suddenly.

“I… I don’t know.” She bites her cheek before confessing, “maybe being around you today brought up some old feelings from our time in the prison world. Maybe I’ve finally decided to let myself give into them.”

The man smiles. “So you did feel something for me?”

She gives him a playful smack on his hand. “Don’t let that get to your head.”

“No promises, baby.” Before she can react, he’s kissing her again. After another minute, his thrusts resume. Bonnie wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, simultaneously helping him find a rhythm. He has one hand on the desk and the other cupping her cheek. 

He’s a little choppy, still, but as he gets comfortable, he gets better, too. 

“This okay?”

“Mhm.”

Kai drops his lips from hers to her neck. His hand snakes down in between their bodies - Bonnie lets go of her tight hold on his waist - and finds her clit. 

“Perfect - oh!”

He kisses her chest overtop the fabric. His apparent frustration with it makes her almost giggle. He wanted her to wear the uniform, now he must deal with the consequences. She bites her lip to keep the giggle at bay, then pushes his head just enough that he nips at her bare skin instead of the school property uniform. Kai seems happy with this decision. He licks at her exposed midriff and leaves kisses in between love bites. Bonnie lets out a yelp the first time he lightly bites, but only out of surprise. The man looks up and winks at her in response. 

It isn’t long before Bonnie feels herself coming up on her second orgasm. She also knows that as soon as she comes, he most likely will, too. In fact, she’s surprised he’s held up as long as he has. Though quickly she’ll learn she spoke too soon as his next couple thrusts get sloppier. His finger on her clit weakens, the intensity of his roughness decreases. 

“You close?” She asks, not wanting any accidents. 

“Mhm, was just about to tell you.”

“I am, too. Just… there, don’t stop.”

Kai tries his best to keep his pace. The way she clenches around him makes it difficult. 

“Bon-”

“I’m- oh god. It’s- I am- now,” she bites down on her tongue. “Kai!”

As soon as she comes, he pulls out and splatters her uniform. This time, he doesn’t keep his hands on her throughout her orgasm, and instead strokes himself rapidly until he’s finished. Bonnie props herself up to watch better just as a short second wave hits her cheek. Some hits the floor, too, and a bit oozes down the underside of his cock. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, seeing it on her face. He lets go and stabilizes his hands on the edge of the desk. 

“I think you should be saying sorry to the school more than to me,” she jokes. He watches her swipe it off her face with her finger, then, much to his surprise, stick out her tongue. He narrows her eyes and she only shrugs. “Not too bad, actually.”

“As compared to…?”

“Dunno. Never tried it before.” Kai cocks his head. Bonnie teases, “when I lost my virginity, we used a condom.”

“Right.” He sends her an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

“Did you kidnap me with the intent of having sex with me and deliberately not bring a condom, or did it just work out this way?”

“I didn’t really have a plan, I just wanted to keep you here,” he replies sheepishly. 

“A-huh, I see. Well,” she swipes off what landed on her uniform, “I tried it, only fair now that you do.”

Kai chuckles. “Been there.”

“Hold up-”

“I spent eighteen years in complete isolation, you don’t think I’ve done that?”

“Right,” she says now. “So you have kind of done this before, just not with a real person.”

“If you wanna put it that way, yes.”

“So like… with a blanket, or a fleshlight, or…?”

“A what?”

“A fl- wait, when were those even invented?”

She searches for her phone, and then Kai pulls it out from behind the desk.

“Thanks… little thief,” she jokes. “Siri?” She speaks into the phone. “When was the fleshlight invented?”

The robot reports, “The fleshlight was invented in 1995 by Steven Shubin when-”

She mutes her phone to cut it off. “1995.”

“Let me see a picture.”

Bonnie turns her phone so he can see the photo Siri pulled up in relation to her search.

“1995? Dammit, I just missed that stupid thing!” He pouts.

She fights the urge to giggle. “Well at least now you know.”

His frustrated sigh turns into a low chuckle, and at that point, Bonnie lets herself laugh, too. After a moment, she starts to lower herself off the desk. He reaches out a hand to guide her. 

“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna take this thing off. It’s not the most comfortable thing to wear, and wasn’t then either.”

“Okay. You look hot in it, though.”

“Thank you. I figured you thought that when you practically drooled at seeing me in it.”

“I did not-”

“You might as well have!” She softens. “But seriously, thanks. It feels good to hear.”

He winks. When Bonnie turns her back to change, he pulls up his pants. He finishes dressing before her, but keeps his back turned. 

“So, um… not to change the topic, but-”

“Yes?”

“What changed?”

“What?”

“You said you decided to let yourself explore what you denied to feel in the prison world. What changed your mind to let you do it today?”

She collects her thoughts before answering. “What you told me about your childhood. Not the fact that you were abused, but the fact that you were hurt for things that weren’t even your fault. Initially, in that prison world, you seemed so cocky about the way you had done everything. It was hard to see any humanity left in you. But then over time, including that time you cooked for me, the mold started to crack and I could see there was more to it.” She turns to face him, now fully dressed. A hand on his shoulder lets him know he can turn around, too. “You’re not just a psychopath who killed them for fun. You were a kid, outcasted and tormented, who snapped. I said it before, it doesn’t make it okay, but it does help me understand you.”

“Do I remind you of Damon? I know he had a pretty bad kill streak.”

“No,” Bonnie shakes her head, “Damon got better because he fell in love with Elena. You’re getting better because you’ve started to trust me with the truth.”

He lets this sink in, but then lets out a small chuckle. “Well, I might be a little like Damon in the regard that love for a girl got me better, but… I see your point.”

Bonnie smiles. She doesn’t quite know how to address that confession, but she wants him to know she heard it. They’ll cross that bridge another day. 

“So, um… I guess I should let you get back. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

She nods. “Though I do have another confession.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re right, about Lily. I don’t think bringing her here is a good idea, either. I would’ve, for Damon’s, and ultimately Caroline’s, sakes, but not happily. One ripper loose in this town is enough.”

“I don’t care too much for anyone in this town,” Kai admits, “but the spells of the prison worlds are bound with Bennett blood. Lily would’ve ripped you to shreds just for being a descendant of those that trapped her. Like hell I’d even give her the chance to hurt you.”

Bonnie smiles sweetly, touched by his caring words. She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. Kai returns it, then brushes a piece of her hair back with his finger once they break apart. 

“Do you have any other ideas to get Stefan and Caroline back?” She asks, a hand on his chest.

“Maybe Stefan wasn’t Caroline’s emotional trigger. Maybe it’s her mom. Maybe it’s you. And then, maybe, Caroline turning hers back on will trigger Stefan’s back on.” Kai offers. “I can look into solutions, if you’d like. Those thousands of ancestral grimoires are bound to have something helpful.” His face then lights up. “You can look at them, too, if you’d like.”

Learning new magic always excites Bonnie. The prospect of Kai showing her centuries of his coven’s knowledge, to not only learn more, but also get to know him better, has her smiling from ear-to-ear. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She pulls away from him, convincing herself to leave his company. 

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She playfully tosses the wrinkled cheerleader uniform at him and grins. “See you around, Parker.”

He catches it, then throws her a lopsided smile and a wink. 

#kai parker x bonnie bennett #bonkai #bonkai fics #bonkai smut #tvd fanfiction #enemies to lovers

[thehistoriangirl]

Hello <3 Because I always find it to be such a sweet thing to take care of Viktor, could the reader do 'tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around'? It being sort of a thing that the reader just starts doing the actions that they know Viktor would have a harder time with. (Just like how taller people will get things from high places for shorter people). The reader makes sure he doesn't have to kneel or bend down because of his back and leg. Or walk to much (running around for him)

Hi! I'm so sorry this one took so long JKSHDJHFHJFHJ 🤡🤡 I hope you like it! ❤❤ *proceeds to run away*  🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️

All Our Ways to Say "I Love You"

Viktor x gn!Reader--------1K--------SFW

Tags: Domestic Fluff| Kinda cheesy I'm not sorry| Established Relationship

Viktor learned a lot of things every day.

It wasn’t just about Hextech. Perhaps, in the beginning, he’d been fooled into thinking all his meaningful discoveries were rooted in science and technology development.

But certainly not anymore.

Ever since enrolling into Piltover’s Academy, he must focus on his priorities: maximize his opportunities to climb the tricky social ladder so he could help the people in need as much as Viktor could have the ability to.

It took time—a long one— to comprehend his deeds were a result of love.

Thinking about his creations bettering the life of somebody in need made him feel a warm feeling in his chest, which he thought was pride and nothing more. 

Until that feeling appeared again. 

He loved his hometown, cherishing the memories, both good and bad, that shaped him into what he was now. He loved his parents and the way they went out of their built-in paths to show kindness to those that were seeking it. They were the ones that taught him to try and emulate it. He loved his creations and the knowledge, the discovery of new horizons. 

So, Viktor tried. He was never the one who had a wide social circle, but he was sure to treasure everyone that was persistent and patient enough to linger near his presence.

He spent time with Jayce sharing nerdy in-jokes while tinkering at the lab, helping him to solve a tricky equation. Particularly, he’d pour his actions into a particular someone: making your company for lunchtime, listening happily at anything you would enthusiastically be rambling about—more often than not, about things he didn’t even have a shallow knowledge about. But he’d ask, and he would delight himself in the sound of your voice explaining to him.

Before, Viktor had considered love to be a strange, cryptic world he wasn’t particularly interested to visit. Picturing all the tiring, tragic love stories swarming the opera functions; and the cheesy, totally unbelieving novels that book covers he only peeked on his way to the physics area inside the library.

But something stung deep inside his chest whenever he thought about you that way.

He had to venture into it.

And Viktor learned that love was, shockingly, everywhere around for him. In every heartwarming memory of his parents playing with him as a child, in his mother’s kisses and father’s hugs; in every nerdy joke said by Jayce accompanied by a pat on his shoulder. And of course, in each fleeting kiss, you managed to steal when he was working, in the shy way your arm interlocked with his when you were walking.

Viktor got uncomfortable with an open demonstration of physical affection, and he was still puke-inducingly nervous while thinking about saying ‘I love you’. For that, his way of showing love could be a little… particular, but that didn’t make it less special.

Nevertheless, love made its way.

You had a whole cabinet filled with little figurines Viktor tinkered in discarded metal foils, from butterflies to flowers, even some animals. He helped you fix broken furniture in your home and soothed you to fall asleep in those restless nights while reading out loud some random book he picked from his nightstand.

Mimicking him, you picked up similar customs. Love affirmations may be scarce, but it wasn’t uncertain that the feeling laid each time you guided him to stand tall against a wall of one not-so-crowded hallway in the Academy while you kneeled to tie his right shoelace.

“Ah—than-thank you,” he would stammer, his cheeks all red and hands grabbing the cane’s handle with extra force. You always considered it very cute.

He also considered how cute you were willing to run errands for him. To the laundry, to the lab to bring him lunch when he forgot to put it in his bag, and to make him company when he was going to work overtime. Even picking up some of his medicines—reminding him to take them when he was nose-deep into work.

You wouldn’t make him confess, but he liked your unkempt hair messed by the wind when you entered the lab, face flushed for the exercise, and the brightest smile he’d ever seen when your eyes set on him.

“I brought lunch!” you claimed, triumphant, raising a bag filled with food. Jayce would take one plate and disappear quietly—he would return in an hour and a half with some pastry for you and Viktor.

But now, with the lab all alone for you two, Viktor would clear his worktable to let you sit on it, your legs wiggling in the air as you two ate. Pretending any of you were looking at the other from the corner of your eyes.

While Viktor would reach out for things from taller cabinets to give them to you—why was your cereal always in the highest one?— you’d do the same to accommodate the freshly bought vegetables in the lower drawers inside the fridge.

Actually, you would change your clothes arranged in the closet so his things could be in the higher sections.

He noticed, of course. When you were squatting while looking for the matching top for your outfit. “You don’t have to bother with that.”

“I don’t mind. I like to do things to make you feel better. Because you make me feel that way,” you said. “Besides, it helps. With your leg cramps. I know because I massage you when you get all cramped out, so don’t lie to me.”

Viktor arched his brow, a crooked smile showing part of his teeth. He still smiled like his child-self would have to, and it always made you feel giddy.

“Such a bossy-boots,” he replied, half-choking with a chuckle. Viktor looked at your precarious position, so he reached to disarrange your hairstyle with his hand. “Your purple cardigan isn’t in there. I have it.”

“Oh?” your legs collapsed, and you were sitting on his shoes—you didn’t notice him walking so close. “With whose permission?”  

He shrugged, feeling your hands holding one of his legs and his cane. “Someone likes to steal my sweaters, so I thought it would only be fair.”

You giggled then, head tilting to one side to see him clearly. “I love you, Viktor.”

His face became a deep pink, but his golden eyes were gentle while scanning every feature as he would like to engrave you in his memory.

“You know how much I love you, don’t you?”

Your head brushed his pants as you nodded, and he cupped your hand resting atop his other one over the cane’s handle. “Yes, every day.”

Viktor hummed, proud and happy. And he was convinced the warm sensation pooling from his stomach to every part of his body each time he looked at you was love, too.  

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[jellazticious]

Doodle dump with Michel, the Engineer he thinks look cute, and their entire team

Little ramble of his backstory under the cut because I love Michel

So I will be telling this in shit post form. Sorry tumblr folks, my decent writing is for discord only snndxn

So Michel turned into that because the team Medic had a magnificent idea. Like one night he watched NatGeo and it happened to be how mischievous octopus are and he thought "lmao, what if Spy does that......

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WHAT IF SPY DOES THAT"

So yeah, he went to their Spy and went "you want to naturally become invisible without a watch?? And also make your bones like memory foam so you can squeeze through tight spaces??"

"you son of a bitch I'm in"

And so Medic like stole an octopus from an aquarium nearby and like took samples from it to make this serum he injects on Michel.

But like the effects kicks in slowly and hypothetically it would last a month.

Both Medic and Spy agreed to spam Uber on Spy to see if it boosts the serum since it kinda does stuff to your bloodstream. I dunno, it's Uber.

Three Ubers in and he can slightly control his camouflage, on like the eight time, he can completely change his skin to match the surroundings on command, is extremely flexible and they tried if he can squeeze through a closed window and he did. It's disgusting but he did

BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THERE

Yes, he got some desired effects from rushing it but one month is one month. He's gonna get more from the serum whether he likes it or now.

How did he get the tentacles? Easy. Constantly being respawned. It's just like getting ubered but stronger since it rearranges the entire body rather than only affecting skin and blood.

One month after, he turned into THAT

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Now that's out of the way, I'm gonna explain the doodles badly

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The topmost doodles were the first doodles of Michel actually being a character. His gills are hella strong unlike regular fish gills that dies to a single grip. They're attached to his lungs so that's why smoke comes out of it. They're also extremely ticklish because yes-

Just don't shove your hand in it ffs, good lord, why would you do that-

The second one is a joke (*in the same cadence as "Dinkleberg"* Sussuri) because I'm pretty shit at anatomy in general

The ones under it are me showing off his squishiness. And messing around because of course I'd add that.

Then the painkillers one is because he grew two extra hearts and like he doesn't want them, it makes him feel icky thinking about it. It also feels weird when you're being active and you feel three heartbeats. Euughh, I wouldn't want that too. Yeah if you're gonna take off organs as vital as a heart while keeping the patient alive, you've want to douse them in painkillers while the operation takes like at least a day probably. He didn't get scars, they heal at an alarming rate

The next ones are mostly his Engie. His name is Sal (no last name yet) and he's newly transferred to the team. He's a rambler too. Michel being a listener finds that quite endearing.

Okay I can explain why he has legs. It's a disguise but it came from a specialized kit made by the Medic and the other Engineer. It was made to last for long periods of time and its harder to fade, it also does not disappear when the wearer attacks. However, it only has one guise and that's Michel pre-tentaspy

They totally did not prepare that because they know something will go wrong, nope, no siree! Guarantee!

My boy gained a bitch in the span of one day but the disguise had to fail because of course it would. Sal, like any rational person would, freaked out and tells the team, to which they all replied with "yeah he's an octopus" like it's a normal occurrence (technically it is to them) without any context.

It's okay, Medic told him exactly what happened

Also ignore how badly designed the entire team is, it took me *checks watch* 30 minutes while I was running on homemade chai latte. I did not look at actual cosmetics, I just slapped in what I remember. They cannot exist in game sbnddn

The two Pyros are the only ones with names (excluding Michel and Sal)

Dion (stock Pyro) and Mantha (kitty Pyro)

Also the Medic and Sniper here are together if that isn't already obvious sndndn

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Aye dont worry, Michel and Sal winds up together because I'm a chronic Engiespy shipper and of course they would

One last thing I'd like to add is that I gave Michel my beauty marks (two moles on the chin and one on the nose)

#Did I half bake all the lore in two days? Yes. Yes I did- why would I not? Of course I would- #To be fair it also took me one whole day to come up with the other half of the plot of CTG #Jell's fast at making stories but he slow as hell trying to polish it #Tf2 #team fortress 2 #Tf2 Spy #Tf2 Medic #Tf2 Engineer #Tf2 Soldier #Tf2 Demoman #Tf2 Heavy #Tf2 Scout #Tf2 Sniper #Tf2 Pyro #Tentaspy #Engiespy #i drew this #doodle #jellazticious #jella characters #*puts face in hands* oh god not like this #Not when it's Artfight month #Michel (Tentaspy)