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Vying 2 (Alastor x Gn!Reader x Vox)

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cw: vulgar language, violence, cannibalism (nothing too extreme)

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Part 1

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Comfortably snuggled in the sheets laid (Y/n) who slept so nicely until several knocks woke them up. "(Y/n)? Are you awake?" By the sound of it, it was Charlie calling. Groaning loudly (Y/n) made their presence known. "I'll take it you're awake! Please come down in a few minutes. We have a group exercise to do!" Charlie said cheerfully. "Okaaay," (Y/n) drawled out, rubbing their eyes. Charlie beamed, telling them 'See you soon!' before skipping down the hall. (Y/n) got up, though begrudgingly, and got dressed. Just as they were about to finish up, a light blue card on their nightstand peaked their interest.

Upon closer inspection, (Y/n) saw Vox's face plastered across it coupled with an adress, presumably of VoxTech's headquarters. "Did the dude go into my room again, while I slept?" (Y/n) thought, finding the answer on the back of the card. "Vox here (obviously) Forgot to give you my card. Contact me anytime and whenever you need something," it stated, followed by an obnoxiously large autograph. "Fucking Christ...," (Y/n) muttered, already regretting considering the guy's proposal. "(Y/n), my dear! Folks are waiting for us!" Alastor's voice calls out, followed by a couple knocks. "Coming!" They replied, shoving the card down their pocket. Quickly they opened the door, after throwing on a jacket, and walked down the hall with Alastor who seemed to be in a good mood.

"What's with the cheery attitude?" (Y/n) asked, placing their hands in the jacket's pockets. "Hm?" Alastor hummed, "Oh, it's nothing really. I'm just glad you're not as mad as last night." Chuckling (Y/n) reassured, "Heh, yeah. I'm not the kinda person anymore to hold a grudge forever." "You used to be?" Alastor asked, briefly glancing at (Y/n) who had a vacant look in their eyes, accompanied with a distant smile. "Yeah..., believe it or not, I used to be pretty uptight too," they sighed, stretching their arms before lazily putting them behind their neck, "Now I just wanna relax and see where life takes me." Humming Alastor joked they could share some more wisdom with such a poor sinner as himself.

That earned him a playful shove, followed by a quiet 'Oh you!'. He laughed softly, finding (Y/n)'s attitude refreshing. "They seem to enjoy my presence," Alastor thought, "That's good. Soon enough they will feel comfortable enough to enter a contract with me or follow my words..." (Y/n)'s smile pulled him out of his thoughts as he noticed the twinkle in their eyes shine brighter. "Hey guys!" They greeted, waving at everyone. Charlie returned the greeting with a suffocating hug, "Oh, I'm so happy you are following the rules! I'm sure, you'll be redeemed in no time!" "Su-Sure...," (Y/n) chocked out, "Charlie... Air..." "Oh right of course!" She immediately let go, allowing the sinner to take in a deep breath. (Y/n) couldn't help, but find the joyfulness Charlie displayed remind them of their little sister. They wonder if she is also stuck in hell, although (Y/n) greatly doubted it. Nevertheless the thought stays in the back of their mind.

Clasping her hands, Vaggie called out, "Alright! Now that everyone is here. Let's start with the group exercise!" The exercise goes as followed. A group plays out a little scenario where a moral decision needs to be made. The rest have to figure out what the correct answer is. Charlie will then reveal the correct answer and explain why it's correct. "Okay! Angeldust, Alastor and Sir Pentious, you guys go first," Charlie announced, retrieving their flashcards which has their roles and dialogue written on.

Angeldust is supposed to play the role of a widowed mother. Sir Pentious is his kid who is 12 years old and Alastor is a rich wealthy man. "Oh my dear child," Angeldust read in a monoton voice, "I don't think we have enough money for food." "Do not worry mother!" Sir Pentious declared full of vigor, "I found a lot of money!" "Knock, knock~!" Alastor sang. Angeldust looked at him before asking him, "Hello, how can I help?" "Well you see, your brat," Alastor glared at Sir Pentious who promptly hid behind Angel, "stole money from me. I've come to retrieve it. If you do not hand it over, I will alert the law enforcement immediately!" "Ok, now what would you do if you were in the mother's position?" Charlie asked excitedly.

Husk and (Y/n) exchanged a look. "Uuuh, I guess keep the money?" Husk answered before continuing, "Otherwise they will starve, won't they?" "Well...," Charlie looked a little stumped. "If you ask me, the rich guy is the bad guy here anyway. The loser sees a struggling family and still wants his money," (Y/n) chimed in, noticing Alastor frown at the mention of loser. "Sorry, Alastor," they added, making Alastor shake his head and wave them off. "Well, the correct thing would be to give the money back, but you two make very great arguments...," Charlie stated doubtfully before continuing hopefully, "Let's go to the next scenario and see how that goes!" Now it was Angeldust's, Sir Pentious' and Alastor's turn to be the audience.

Husk and (Y/n) are a couple who are arguing. "You drink so much," (Y/n) accused with a shaky voice, "Everytime you drink, you become so mean!" Husk looked like he wanted to be anywhere, but here. "I'm fine. You need to get over it," he stated, taking a swig out of an empty bottle, "the bottle is empty..." "Don't worry, go on!" Charlie quietly cheered. Husk briefly glanced at Charlie before looking back at (Y/n). "Can you really blame me for drinking?" Husk asked irritated, "I had a really really bad childhood." (Y/n) rolled their eyes, while Husk groaned. "If you can't satisfy me, I will just look for another guy!" They yelled before pretending to leave. "Good!" Husk yelled back, taking another swig of the empty bottle.

Clapping her hands vigorously, Charlie now looked at the audience. "So, how would you guys try to solve the argument without (Y/n) walking out?" She asked. "Husk would need to go to rehab before solving anything," Angeldust suggested, smiling at how Husk rolled his eyes. Charlie nodded happily, looking at the other two. "Well I believe (Y/n) needs to either break up with Husk," Alastor began, making Charlie grin from ear to ear, "or murder him, bury him in the dirt where he belongs and allow me to make him wish he would have had the heart to acknowledge (Y/n)'s concerns!" Charlie's grin fell. Husk grimaced at the suggestion, especially after Alastor shot him a glance. "Oh ho!" Alastor laughed, "I jest! I jest!" "Okay, that first bit was kinda okay," she affirmed, gazing at Sir Pentious, "do you have any ideas?" The sinner thought for a moment. "Oh! Oh! Maybe (Y/n) could have tried talking about the childhood with Husk and make him feel better," Sir Pentious answered, feeling mighty proud of his answer.

The Princess of Hell felt just as proud, exclaiming, "Yes! Yes! These all are great and valid ideas. The correct answer I had written down was that (Y/n) needs to be more empathetic and not immediately jump to a different person. Husk needs to be more honest about his feelings and take care of himself or allow to be taken care of." "Cool, can we fuck off now?" Angeldust who lazily laid across the couch chimed in. Before Charlie or Vaggie could say something, (Y/n) intervened, "That's rude, asshole." Angeldust merely scowled, not bothering to even glance at (Y/n). "It's fine, (Y/n)," Charlie reassured, "but yes, this will be it for today's exercise. I think we made some good progress!" Everyone either nodded or hummed, leaving to do their own thing.

Also (Y/n) was heading out. They figured they could do some more exploring and visit Vox, just to check out what he's got. Maybe he knows enough people to tell them if their sister in hell as well. Before they could leave the hotel, Alastor stopped them. "(Y/n)~," he sang, holding onto their shoulder, "You still owe me a rendezvous." Chuckling (Y/n) replied, "That hungry? I guess we can go now. I wouldn't mind a delicious meal." "Wonderful!" He squeezed their shoulders before offering his arm to interlink. "Ah, what the hell...," (Y/n) thought, accepting Alastor's offer. Both of them then headed out to the cannibal district, whilst Alastor filled the silence with stories of his first arrival in hell as well as how he met Rosie.

In the meantime Vox was fiddling with his mighty computer. He tried finding ways to maximise his view count on his shows, but alas it seemed he already optimised everything. Propping his arm on the table, he placed the weight of his head on his hand. He furrowed his brows before groaning in frustration. "There must be a way...," Vox muttered mindlessly. "To what? Find your little sinner?" "Fuck!" Vox yelled shocked, spinning around to see Velvet stand behind him, "You scared the shit out of me!" "That was my intention. Great that it worked out, right?" She smiled, continuing, "So you're still looking for the new-comer?" Vox sighed, "No, Velvet. I already found 'em, but we came to the agreement that I won't spy on them as long as they consider joining the Vees." Velvet looked at him confused. Vox raised an eyebrow.

"That's it?" She asked, sitting down on Vox's desk, "I thought your business talk would have been more effective." "Ugh, don't remind me...," Vox groaned, remembering how he allowed his emotions to take precedence and almost screwed up the whole project. Then to top it all off, he forgot to leave his business card and left it after they fell asleep. He really needs to reboot and maybe install some new updates to his system. "You might still wanna see what I found," Velvet said, showing him her phone. On the screen was sinistagram open with a particular post shown. It was a grainy picture, glitching significantly, however the figures were clearly recognizable. They were Alastor and (Y/n) who were holding onto one another smiling.

Voxs eye started turning red, radio waves very audible, making Velvet smirk. Slamming his fist down onto the desk, Vox cussed, "That old-timey freak! He should fucking know better and stay away from what's mine!" "You mean ours?" Velvet inquired. "Yeah yeah," Vox was quickly typing away on his computer, far too consumed by rage to acknowledge Velvet. She rolled her eyes, but got yet again confused when Vox got to a camera which showed Alastor and (Y/n). "Hold on there, darling. Don't you have a binding deal?" Velvet asked, observing the screen with curiosity. "We didn't make a deal, just came to an agreement," Vox corrected, bouncing his leg impatiently up and down. Now this has Velvet really stumped. How can the ever charismatic Vox fail to even make a deal? Something was clearly amiss. "So you could have been spying on them this whole time without them knowing and just... didn't?" She clarified.

Sighing Vox replied, "Yes, I could have, but after my blunder I don't wanna risk anything..." That made Velvet gasp, "Don't tell me you might be... developing morals! That's fucking disgusting!" She faked gagging noises, making Vox roll his eyes. "Velvet sweetheart," he gently started, "You should know me well enough to know, I'm just playing it safe. Nothing wrong with that." "Yeah, but this is unlike you to be acting this cautious, like how the fuck would they even find out you were spying on them?" She countered, crossing her arms. "Listen," he told her, "we don't even know how they were able to rake up so many souls in such a short time. Anything is possible."

Velvet gestured to the screen, "Then why spy on them now?" Vox laughed, "Pfft, what? No! This can hardly be called spying! I merely got concerned over the poor new-comer being near that freaky Radio Demon." Velvet just hummed, not impressed by Vox's clear denial that something was wrong with his system. "Whatever," she said, sitting up, "Check up your system 'cause there is something completely bugged. Whether you like it or not, you've never acted like this before." This gave Vox pause to think. Velvet wasn't wrong. He noticed it too, but still has to save face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," he waved her off. Velvet huffed before ultimately leaving Vox alone. Focusing his gaze back onto the screen Vox just couldn't help, but feel envy consume his soul.

He tapped his fingers on the desk in an impatient manner. "Perhaps," he mused, "it's mere possessiveness... It has to be. If it's..." Shaking his head, he sighed. Is this maybe the true punishment for his sins? Still be second to that wretched Radio Demon and have a desired soul be the embodiment of that? No, no, Vox can't allow them to consume him. Fickle emotions shouldn't interfere with his goals. In fact, they can't. They simply can not.

Whilst Vox was experiencing a crisis, Alastor was feeling quite ecstatic. They finally arrived in the cannibal district and he could not wait any longer for some nice food. "How about we settle for the restaurant right around the corner?" Alastor suggested, "It has glowing reviews!" (Y/n) nodded, replying, "Take the lead." This made Alastor grin much more. "Starting to trust me, eh?" He remarked, noting (Y/n) roll their eyes. "I mean, do I have a choice? You know Hell much better obviously," they smiled, reassuringly tapping his arm. The gesture softened Alastor's expression. "That's correct, dear. You don't have a choice," he chuckled. Arriving at the restaurant, (Y/n) suggested sitting outside instead of inside. Alastor agreed, pulling back the chair for them before sitting down himself.

After scanning through the rather small menu, both ordered and patiently waited for their order. "So I've been thinking," (Y/n) began hesitantly, "Uh, you remember that TV guy?" "I certainly do. What about him?" Alastor asked, propping his arms on the table, so he can lay his head on his hands. "His name is Vox, right? What's his deal? Do you know him?" The Overlord laughed, "Oh, I do, but you need not bother with the picture box. He is nuisance at worst." "Hm, I just thought he might be able to help me-" Alastor cut them off, "I'm sorry, but with what exactly can that piece of useless metal help with?" "Find my little sister," (Y/n) answered, earning a confused look from Alastor, "I don't know if she went to heaven or not and I just wanna make sure, she is fine." "Oh dear," Alastor began, "That's understandable. If my mother taught me anything, it's to always help a lady in need." "So you're willing to help me search for my sister?" (Y/n) asked hopefully, making Alastor grin excessively.

"Of course, dear!" He affirmed, adding, "But I need to get something out of this." "What could I even offer to you that's worth?" (Y/n) countered. Before Alastor was able to respond, the server arrived with the food. Briefly thanking him he turned his attention back to (Y/n) who had that vacant look in their eyes again. This made Alastor pause for a moment. "So?" They asked again. Alastor cleared his throat, "Your time. It's quite valuable to me." (Y/n) only raised an eyebrow in response. "Until we know the whereabouts of your little sister, I simply want you to spend time with me when I ask for it." "That's it? What would spending time together mean? Not something...," (Y/n) vaguely implied. Alastor took a bite of his food before answering, "Oh, heavans no! I mean, doing something like this. Go outside or do an activity together." (Y/n) took a bite out of the food as well, humming at the great taste.

The deal doesn't sound bad and it will only last until their little sister's location is known, so not forever. "What if I break the deal?" They asked, making Alastor chuckle. "Then your soul is mine," he explained, taking another bite, "The reviews certainly didn't lie..." "And you will have to follow through, right? Until she is found," (Y/n) clarified, chewing down some meat. Alastor nodded, continuing to eat with a smile plastered across his face. Thinking over the offer, (Y/n) couldn't see a bad side to it. To be honest, it was fairly balanced and sounded innocent enough. "Alright," they agreed, "I'll take you up on that deal." "Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" Alastor stretched out his hand, "Shake my hand and the deal will be in effect." As soon as (Y/n) was about to shake green mist started surrounding them, making them hesitate.

Alastor reassured them, "Nothing to fear dear. It's normal when you make a deal with me." (Y/n) thought it over one last time before going to shake his hand. Just as they were about to seal the deal, a voice yelled from across the street, "Alastor?!" The man immediately turned to the voice. He frowned, yet his smile is still present. "Damn it, this isn't ideal...," he murmered, looking at (Y/n) who took their hand back. Their focus was now on the two figure strolling over, Mimzy and Rosie to be exact. "Alastor sweetie!" Mimzy called, "what'cha doing with such a lovely sinner?" "We are not interrupting, right?" Rosie asked, glancing at both (Y/n) and Alastor. "Actually-" "Oh no, not at all," (Y/n) cut him off, "but who are you guys exactly?" Alastor scowled deeply.

"I'm Rosie and this is Mimzy. We are both good friends of Alastor's," she explained. "Not after this you are...," Alastor quietly remarked. Mimzy gasped, "So we are interrupting! Gosh Alastor, I would have never expected you to be the romantic type." "Say what now?" Both (Y/n) and Alastor asked simultaneously. Rosie commented, "Are you not on a date?" This made (Y/n) flush a little. I mean, Alastor did call it a rendezvous, but they thought it was just some old-timey way of saying 'hanging out'. Alastor picked up on the reaction and had an idea. "Why yes!" He declared, taking (Y/n)'s hand, "We were having a lovely little date that has been interrupted by your presence." "Wait what-" "Oh dear, we are so sorry! We'll leave right away," Rosie apologised, quickly with leaving with Mimzy in tow.

(Y/n) kept watching their retreating figures, whilst Alastor continued eating. Looking down (Y/n) noticed Alastor still had their hand in his. They took it back, making the Overlord's gaze turn to them. "What's the matter, dear?" He asked, finding their nervous expression amusing. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't think of this as a date," (Y/n) explained, "I've only been down here for like two days anyway.." Alastor nodded, feigning compassion, "That is very understandable, my dear and I am completely fine with that, but you said, you wanted to be more carefree, right?" (Y/n) hummed in agreement, finishing their food. "This could be a good starting point, don't you think?" Alastor asked, finishing his meal as well. Playing with the table cloth, (Y/n) avoided his piercing gaze. They just couldn't believe the sheer luck that cursed them, because if Alastor wants them romantically, does that night mean Vox wants them too?

They have no idea what is considered normal behaviour. To be fair, they have only been here for two days, but even then all they hear is insane shit from anyone who opens their mouth. Alastor does have a valid point, however... "I'm sorry," (Y/n) stood up, fishing out some stolen money from their pocket before putting it down on the table, "I think we should end this here." Alastor looked very surprised. He doesn't think anyone has ever rejected him before. Of course, it was either due to fear or for his charismatic personality. Has he gone rusty over the 7 years? Nevertheless, he continued on, "Alright, as you wish, dear. Allow me to pay for the meals." "No, no," (Y/n) countered, "I don't..." They sighed, struggling to talk at all.

Alastor remained seated, pulling out his wallet to leave his half of the bill on the table as well. "Then allow me to at least escort you back to the hotel," he requested, his tone shifting into something more soothing. It made (Y/n) tense up. "Listen, when I say we end it here, I'm saying we go our separate ways," they explained, adding, "I will still come back to the hotel. I just need some space is all." Alastor stood up perplexed. He was sure he couldn't have messed up that badly. "Why is that, might I ask?" His strained voice asked. Gulping nervously (Y/n) found his grin now to be very unsettling. "I don't wanna give you some sort of false hope," they began, fiddling with the card, "And I wanna go to Vox anyway..." "That picture box?" Alastor asked, clearly annoyed. "Yes, I know you don't like him, but I wanna meet the guy." (Y/n)'s response quieted Alastor down and made him so still in fact, they believed he went catatonic.

Just as (Y/n) thought to just leave, Alastor adjusted his coat with a huff, "Very well, if you desire to visit that nuisance, I suppose there is nothing I can do." They sighed before shrieking back when Alastor gently tapped their nose with his staff. "Be warned however," he stated, "He might not be in control of his emotions as much as I am. After all..." Alastor couldn't help, but laugh as he thought back to rejecting Vox's offer to join the Vees, "He is far more prone to deluding himself in a perfect image before realising reality can be much different." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow and replied, "Alright then... Glad you're not mad or anything." "Me? Mad?" Alastor laughed loudly, "At best I might be a tad jealous that you'd prefer getting yourself in trouble instead of relaxing on such a fine day with me, but alas, for our relationship to properly establish I believe I need to trust your judgement and let you do your own mistakes."

(Y/n) pressed their lips together into a fine line at the word 'relationship'. They hoped, he was saying that for a platonic relationship. "I'm gonna get going now," (Y/n) began, exiting the little restaurant with Alastor in tow, "For what it's worth, it was quite pleasant hanging out with you." They smiled at him which made the Overlord smile in return. "I agree, however please do consider our deal." (Y/n) looked confused before remembering the deal they almost agreed on. "Oh yeah! We can do that handshake thing after I visited Vox." Alastor nodded, although he would have certainly preferred doing it sooner rather than later. Both departed in opposite direction. The Overlord thought he might as well use the opportunity and search for Mimzy as well as Rosie. They need to know to not interfere his outings with (Y/n) for the future.

In the meantime the cameras of VoxTech picked up on (Y/n) leaving cannibal district. Vox, who was slumped on his desk, consumed by his irritating thoughts, sat up straight as a beep alerted of him. He rubbed his eyes before focusing on the screen. "They are moving...," he absentmindedly spoke as he realised what they were holding. "Oh shit," Vox cursed standing up and looking around, "They are headed this way. I need to clean up! I need to look my best! I need-" He stopped himself and took a deep breath, "I need to present VoxTech as a far more reliable option than the Hotel..." With a now much clearer mind, Vox made his office more suitable for guests.

(Y/n) on the other hand had a lot of trouble finding the adress. "This sucks...," they mumbled, noticing a sinner on the side of the road, "Ah! Excuse me, do you know-" "Get lost, asshole," he cut them off. Snarling (Y/n) grew in a couple of feet, monstrous features growing as well. The sinner cowered in fright at the sight, screaming in fear as (Y/n) brutally snapped their back in half before consuming them whole. After gulping down their meal, (Y/n) returned to their normal form. "So rude...," they murmered, burping as well as gagging, "Ah..., ugh also disgusting..." (Y/n) continued their journey, eating up any sinner who didn't give them directions. Thus they subsequently gained more power, however they would prefer to not get too full.

Just as they were about to give up completely, they saw the VoxTech sign in the near distance. A grin stretched onto their features as they headed straight to the building. VoxTech was huge, adorned with pretty lights and an overall sleek design. (Y/n) couldn't help, but find very flashy. "Vox doesn't seem like such a show off though...," they thought as they entered. The interior was coloured a light pink with a couple couches and plants as decoration. Of course, cameras were in every corner. (Y/n) grinned, flipping one camera off. In the middle of it all was the receptionist who was filing her nails. "Uh hi...," (Y/n) greeted, noting how the woman behind the desk seemed annoyed, "Can I see Vox, please?" She stopped, giving them an unbothered look before sighing excessively, "Name and time of appointment." "Oh uh, I got no appointment. Vox told me to visit him whenever. Though my name is-," they tried explaining but got cut off by the woman.

She laughed lowly, "Sorry, sweetheart, but move along. Mister Vox has no time for some delusional fan." (Y/n) scowled, their nose scrunching up as they growled, "I'm not someone you should laugh at. Now tell me where I can find him." The receptionist looked now annoyed. "Look, if you're not going willingly, I'm just gonna call security," she heaved a warning, adding, "Now scram, bitch." (Y/n)'s form started changing as their height grew and monstrous features became more present. "What did you call me?!" They yelled, baring all their teeth. Just as security arrived, so did Vox through one of the cameras. "(Y/n)!" He called out, making the sinner return to their regular form, "I would prefer you to not eat my incompetent employee." A wave of Vox's hand stopped the security officers and they quickly left. The receptionist however cowered as Vox towered over her.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry, Sir. I thought they were just some-" "Just some fan," Vox smiled condescendingly, "Yes, yes, I heard that." He finally turned to (Y/n) a suave smirk on his lips. "My apologies, it seems a certain employee still has a lot to learn about how to treat guests," Vox softly spoke, stretching out his arm for (Y/n) to take. They rolled their eyes, still taking the offer. "It's fine," (Y/n) chuckled, "To be honest, this reminds me of when we first met." The comment had Vox almost break character as he quietly groaned, "Don't remind me..." (Y/n) laughed a little, relaxing as well. He smirked in return, "Let's go, shall we?" (Y/n) nodded, following Vox into a hall that lead to the enormous glass elevators which had a nice view on the streets.

A comfortable silence fell upon the two as the elevator took them up to the highest floor. Allowing their thoughts to just wander, (Y/n)'s eyes scanned over Hell's street. They were filthy, but at least the people walking around looked amusingly small, just like ants in fact. They looked far cuter from high up. Soft touches brought them back to reality. Vox was mindlessly stroking their hand gently. A brief glance up to Vox followed which he shortly noticed. He lightly smiled before looking back at the streets. This made (Y/n) frown as they took back their arm and put a stop to the soft touches.

Vox didn't protest. He just put his hands into his coat's pockets. The air grew slightly awkward after, but the journey came to end anyway. When (Y/n) stepped out though, they couldn't believe their eyes. The room was so large. It was like nothing to what they used to have growing up. Especially the huge screens accompanied by the just as huge desk made their breath hitch. There was also a dark blue couch with a small coffee table in front of it which looked very expensive. On the small table were also champagne, glasses and... "Queef?!" Vox called, panic surging through his cables, "What're you doing here?" Immediately he went and took the creature from the table. It barked, fidgeting in Vox's grasp. "What is that?" (Y/n) asked, finding amusement in the TV's frustration. Groaning Vox replied, "A Queef. It's the pet of my business partner." He quietly mumbled, "Why the fuck would Val leave him for me to babysit now?" Swiftly the Overlord went to the elevator and let Queef zip down to another floor.

Just as swiftly he went to his computer, typing away. (Y/n), in the meantime, opted to take a seat and pour themself a drink. The screen changed suddenly, displaying a very well dressed woman. "Ew, get that shit out of my face," she yelled before turning her attention to Vox, who had a scowl on his face, "What do you want?" "Val left Queef here. Take care of him for me, will ya?" He requested to be only met with a frown. "Why?" She drawled out, "Queef is gonna make a fucking mess in my studio." "Well, I have a guest to entertain, so-" "Oh, is it your crush?" She cut him off, making him chocke on air. "No, Velvet! They can hear you!" Vox stated, his voice taking on more white noise. "Oh!" Velvet came closer to the camera, noticing (Y/n) in the background, "Hi darling!" (Y/n) merely waved as they happily took another sip of champagne. Vox on the other hand simply stated, "He is already on his way, so take care of him. Okay, bye~!" "Wait, what-" The screen went black and Vox heaved a sigh before turning to (Y/n) with a strained grin.

Chuckling he smoothly spoke, "It seems we are cursed, sweetheart." "So it seems," they hummed, setting their glass down, "Good choice of alcohol. Want me to pour you a glass too?" Vox nodded, sitting down next to them, casually draping his arm over the couch. (Y/n) hand him his glass from which he took a healthy sip. "Thanks," Vox said, allowing himself to clear his throat, "So how has Hell been treating you so far?" He crossed his legs, leaning further to (Y/n). "Must have been rough if you came to me so fast," he mused, chuckling a little. (Y/n) shook their head, an easy smile on their lips. "Not at all, to be honest Hell has been far more soft to me than Earth has been," they replied, making Vox raise an eyebrow.

"Back on Earth I had to keep track of everyone and everything around to, you know, not get caught killing," they explained, relaxing into the couch, "but I don't have to worry here. I can eat whoever pretty much." (Y/n) laughed a little, thinking back to the times they had nightmares about getting caught and how silly it all seems now. After taking another sip, Vox set his glass aside. "So what I am hearing you came to gain more power to eat more folks?" He asked. Shaking their head (Y/n) explained, "No, no, I wanted to ask you to search for a person." Vox blinked a few times, "Huh?" "It's my little sister," (Y/n) began, "she died before I did and I just wanna know if she is down here or went to heaven." This made Vox pause who had several thoughts enter his mind.

After a brief moment, he took their hand and squeezed it gently, "I get that, but you should know that extermination exists where angels come down from heaven to slaughter sinners, so... you know." Placing their other hand on his (Y/n) softly tapped on it reassuringly. "Yes, I'm aware. Alastor explained that to me before," they said, noting how Vox's eye twitched for a moment, "But I thought you might have a database or something. You seem like the sort of guy with that kinda power." Chuckling lowly, Vox replied, "While I appreciate the compliment, I don't have such a database, I'm afraid." (Y/n)'s small smile faded at the revelation which made Vox frown a little. "Don't worry though, sweetheart," Vox quickly added, "I am well connected as an Overlord and I can gather as much info as possible for you." (Y/n)'s eyes filled with glee as they held onto Vox's hands brought them up to their chest in excitement. "Really?!" They asked, pure hope lacing their voice.

It made Vox screen glitch for a moment before he stuttered out, "Ye-Yeah, it's no big deal." Not being able to control their joy, probably due to the alcohol, (Y/n) hugged Vox tightly. The man yelped. His system started overheating and his screen had warnings appear of possible a shutdown. Pushing them back a little, Vox hit the side of his head to get his screen working again. "Oh sorry," (Y/n) mumbled. Vox shook his head, partially to show it's fine, but also to make his head clearer. "It's alright. It's not the first someone threw themself onto me," he laughed, but stopped as soon as he saw the joke didn't land with (Y/n). Clearing his throat, Vox stated, "I don't offer my help for free though. In Hell everything comes with a price." This made (Y/n) heave a small sigh.

They took a big gulp from their glass. "Alright, what do you want from me?" They asked, tapping their heel on the floor, "My soul?" "Oh hell no," Vox laughed, a genuine smile present on his face, "I'd just want you to join the Vees." "And what would that entail? Like what am I required to do?" They continued inquiring, thinking back to Alastor's deal. "Well, you would have to attend our meetings and participate in keeping VoxTech's reputation high," he explained smirking, "Of course, you would be entitled to ask for help from any of the other Vees within reason." (Y/n) thought over everything that was said.

It sounded like a regular networking organisation. "I would be an equal member to everyone else, correct?" Vox nodded, enjoying (Y/n) focused expression. "Honestly, sounds fine to me," they began, "but I would like to not be forced to go to the meetings." Vox frowned, "And why might that be?" "I have to spend time with Alastor whenever he wants," (Y/n) answered, making Vox grip on the couch tightly. "What?" He meekly asked. "Yeah, I got a deal going on with him," (Y/n) explained, noticing Vox ripping into the couch, "We haven't shaken hands on it, but I'm considering it." Taking a deep breath, Vox tried gathering his cool. He chuckled lowly, "You can't be serious." "I'm very serious. I know you don't like the guy," (Y/n) began gently. "That puts it fucking lightly...," Vox mumbled, gulping down the last bit of champagne from his glass.

(Y/n) huffed, "But I need as much help in finding her as I can get. It's also not like that deal would bind us forever, so it's fine." "No, it's not fine," Vox smiled condescendingly, "See, that's why you should trust me. Alastor didn't tell you he could just drag his feet on the matter, did he?" This made (Y/n) speechless. They didn't think through that, huh? There really is nothing really stopping him from dragging his feet, but he made it sound like he'd put effort in. "And what's with your offer then? You could drag your feet as well!" (Y/n) retorted, feeling a little embarrassed. "Heh, sure, but what harm would it do to you?" Vox asked, grinning sweetly, "All you are supposed to do is attend meetings and uphold the reputation of VoxTech. You don't have to do anything else!"

Feeling pretty out of their element, (Y/n) simply huffed, crossing their arms. "Whatever, I'll make a deal with whoever I want!" They stated, making Vox fume. "So you're telling me," he started, adjusting in his seat to face (Y/n) better, "You're just gonna bind yourself to that fucking asshole and be fine with it?!" (Y/n) stayed silent, only giving Vox an annoyed stare. This ticked Vox off quite a bit. "I swear if you weren't that powerful, I would just hit you...," he mumbled, curling his hands into fists. "You'd hit me?!" (Y/n) asked aggressively. Vox took a deep breath before yelling back, "Of course! Maybe a good hit will make you realise how dumb it would be to make a deal with that old-timey radio freak!" "Maybe you're right... Fuck," they mumbled. "Of course, I'm right!" Vox retorted, waving his arms in frustration.

Heaving a sigh through their lips, (Y/n) calmed down. Vox followed suit, realising he might have gone a bit too far with his antics. "You know what?" (Y/n) spoke, standing up, "I'll consider it, but I think I need to sleep over this before shaking on anything." The Overlord nodded, relaxing into his seat, "Fine by me, sweetheart. I just want you to know, there is always gonna another side of the deal to consider." "Yeah, yeah, mister fancy pants," (Y/n) replied, holding into their head, "Fuck, I think I'm getting a headache..." Looking back the sinner was about to bid goodbye, but then their gaze fell onto the half full bottle of champagne. "You still need that?" They asked, pointing at the bottle. Vox rolled his eyes. "Just take it." "Sweet!" (Y/n) smiled, taking the bottle, "Thanks! Sorry for yelling by the way..." "No problem, sweetheart," Vox laughed, "To be fair, I should also apologise."

(Y/n) waited, but was only met with silence. "So?" They asked, noting how Vox's grin got bigger. "I said I should, not that I would," Vox laughed loudly at his own little joke. (Y/n) just groaned, but couldn't help the smile forming. "Well!" They said, stretching their arms, "Thanks for the hospitality and alcohol. It was fun hanging out with you." "Of course, babe," Vox smirked, "You should visit more often in future." "Maybe I will," (Y/n) replied, heading to the elevator. Vox followed them and went down as well. As he put it, it is the gentlemanly thing to do, is it not? Even though (Y/n) was ready to just walk back to the hotel, Vox insisted taking his car. Naturally it came with his personal chauffeur as well.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, (Y/n) simply agreed and let the chauffeur drive them to the hotel. Vox waved goodbye as the car drove off. At first he didn't notice the genuine smile on his face, but when he headed back inside he noticed his face reflected on the glass of the elevator. Quickly Vox shook his head trying to fight the warm feeling in his chest. He is the Vox. He is an Overlord among sinners, a powerful being that is feared. A powerful new-comer should not effect him this badly, but... As he looked out the glass elevator, Vox looked for the car. He found it and smiled lightly. Maybe it's fine. Maybe he can make it work.

Vox concluded he needed to drink a little more.

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imaginidol · 10 months

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Taemin: Stars Under the Rain

“Taemin!” You hissed at the giggling boy as he practically jogged away from you with your shared umbrella, leaving you to be slowly soaked under the evening rain’s mist.

“You menace,” you whisper, pulling at his ear once you’ve caught up to him for the umpteenth time. “If I have to say your name one more time, someone’s gonna recognize you and the rest is history!”

Taemin only giggled some more and looked around the street at the walking pedestrians around you.

“What if a reporter hears us? Me with you? How funny do you think the headlines will be?”

“Taemin, that’s not funny!” You can’t help but stifle a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the boy in front of you.

“Fine, how about you hold the umbrella now?” He offers you the bright green umbrella along with a sheepish grin.

“Wow, thanks, Tae,” you roll your eyes at the realization that the only reason he returned the umbrella was because evidently, the mist had suddenly stopped.

He giggles again and pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, offering you his hand. “I’ll be good now.”

You pinched his arm before generously accepting his hand, wrapping your cool fingers around his.

While he was a bit of a menace to be around, you appreciated and loved the way Taemin would turn into a completely comfortable and playful version of himself when he was with you. There weren’t too many people he would show this side to.

“Look,” he says, stopping shortly before a line of street-way trees decorated with holiday lights.

You look up to see where his eyes have landed. You’re taken aback by the breathtaking sight of brightly-lit trees. While you always knew the city decorated their trees for the holidays, you had never actually stopped to admire the work put into the heavenly sight and how beautifully it complemented the dark sky at night.

“Wanna know what I think of these trees?” He looks at you quietly.

“Tell me what you think,” you reply.

“I really like how each bulb, regardless of its shape or size, is very pretty on its own. It’ll light up the dark pretty well. But I do prefer how they all complement each other when they’re all together, different shapes and different sizes. They look like cosmos when they’re all together.”

“I like that thought,” you say, admiring the twinkling lights all around you both. “Do you see those star-shaped lights, Tae? I think of you as one of those, in a sense.”

“Is it because I’m an artist and being a ‘star’ is my career?” He smiles.

“That’s too literal, Tae. I mean like… you’re very admirable in your own way. Inside and outside of your career. You work hard for what you give, you give your best when someone asks for your advice. You have people all around you that support you and help you succeed well. It makes you stand out like one of these star-lights. And if you put you and your supporters together… you all become a big, lit-up beautiful tree. You give inspiration to many in more ways than one.”

Taemin was quiet for a while, soaking in your calming words. The corners of his lips would curl to the tiniest of smiles when he thought of you at times like these.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I appreciate the way you see me for me, in and out of my career. But you’re missing something in your analogy.”

“What am I missing?”

“While it may be a beautifully lit-up tree that I’ve cultivated over my life, it takes just one precious person to notice it all and truly appreciate its existence. You see me and you appreciate me, my supporters, my life when the lights are turned off, my life when I’m shining at my brightest. I appreciate having you be that person. You make me feel very… seen.”

Your cheeks redden warmly and you can’t help but pull your boyfriend’s face close to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek, to which he smiles and returns one against your lips.

One, two, four little kisses later, the mist of rain is back. This time, you have the upper-hand with holding the umbrella. You realize this and immediately jog away from Taemin, leaving him in a heap of shock and giggles as he runs calling after you, the rain mist hitting his face and yours as you both briskly ran away under the brightly shining holiday trees.

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maccreadysbaby · 7 days

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: contemplated s**cide

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

im sorry but also no I’m not

part thirty-six

❝ OVER THE EDGE (ALMOST) ❞

THURSDAY — SEPTEMBER 3 — 9:00AM

BENTLEY WAS REALLY COLD.

“Don’t worry, Babybird — I won’t tell your secrets,”

Bentley breathed in and out three times before he could see. His breath was coming out as clouds of vapor in front of him, rising into the air. All he could see was the sky. A big, black mass peppered with millions of tiny twinkling stars, and a huge, bright full moon.

He blinked. There was a familiar dull ache at the base of his skull, and his muscles were kind of sore, in a strange, prickly kind of way. He was laying on something really hard and really cold. The wind was blowing, the freezing temperatures biting at his exposed skin and making it burn.

With a grunt of discomfort, he sat up. He was laying on the roof of a building in the freezing cold. The night’s sky was above, and over the concrete ledge that kept people from falling off the roof, Gotham was glowing. He had to be at least fifteen or twenty stories in the air.

The city looked much brighter from up there. He pushed himself off of the rooftop and stepped closer to the edge, peering off at the view. He could see a lot — more than he’d ever seen. Hundreds of buildings and tons of cars moving and people walking and… so many lights. Lights everywhere, all shining and twinkling. He blinked, utterly taken aback by the view.

In the distance, a large light flickered to life, projecting an image into the sky.

A bat.

Bentley stared in awe, a phantom of a smile quirking up on his lips. That was the signal people used to call Batman, right?

For a while, he just looked off the edge of the building, watching the cars, the people, the lights. At one point, he was pretty sure he saw Batman on a rooftop.

And then he realized someone was crying.

Bentley turned toward the sound, towards other side of the rooftop for the first time. More night’s sky and Gotham lights were visible past it, but that wasn’t what drew his attention — it was the person sitting on the ledge, their legs dangling freely over the sidewalk at least fifteen stories below. They were small.

Bentley glanced around, catching sight of the door that led to the roof, which was sitting slightly open. With a few hesitant steps forward, Bentley muttered: “Excuse me?”

They didn’t move. Their silhouette was nearly solid black from where Bentley was standing, outlined with lights and stars. They were shaking slightly, and he could hear them sniffling and sobbing quietly.

“Excuse me?” He tried again, stepping forward. “Are you okay?”

Nothing.

Bentley, slowly and steadily, made his way to the ledge about twenty feet from them, so he could see their face.

With the Gotham lights shining toward them now, he could see exactly who it was — it was Asten. He was holding his cell-phone in his hands with tears streaming down his face in a way Bentley hadn’t seen since he watched his parents die. His hair was a lighter blue than he remembered, and he looked… younger? Maybe? Only a little. He had on his Gotham Academy uniform, and his left eye was bruised spectacularly, making way for his bleeding nose. Well, it wasn’t bleeding anymore, but there was still blood on his face and peppered on his clothes that he hadn’t bothered to clean off. He was sniffling and spluttering pitifully, kind of like Nico at the bus stop, or Bentley after his first nightmare with the Secret Keeper.

“Asten?” Bentley tried, but of course, he went unheard. He waved one of his hands out toward his friend, but he didn’t see it. Why couldn’t anyone see him?

There were messages coming into Asten’s phone like mad. Since Bentley couldn’t be seen, he stepped closer, peering down at the screen.

Asten was texting Nico, and the texts he was receiving seemed to be a panicked, jumbled mess of where are you, his name, and the word please a whole lot. Bentley glanced up at Asten, who was staring at it but not typing back. His phone rang; he declined it. It rang again. He declined it again.

Bentley glanced around the empty rooftop again. The building was easily one of the tallest in the area — how did Asten even get up there? And why? He wished he could be seen, so he could help. Why was he crying?

Asten pulled a small, crumpled sheet of paper out of his pants pocket, and upon closer examination, Bentley realized it was a photograph of him and his parents. The cold breeze came and went again. It blew Asten’s hair around and made the little paper dance.

Bentley frowned in sympathy, glancing up at Asten, who was staring blankly at the photo. Texts were still coming in from Nico, one after another like clockwork.

Asten looked down at his phone, and with shaky fingers, typed a reply to Nico’s texts.

Everything would be easier if I was just dead.

Wasn’t that almost the exact same thing Bentley had said to Nico?

Bentley watched in silence as Asten sat his phone and photo off to the side, on the ledge next to him, staring off into the distance. There were texts and calls coming in like mad. The breeze whipped and blew as Asten moved, climbing off of the ledge and then right back on, this time, standing on it instead of sitting.

Bentley blinked. In an instant he was hearing his heart in his ears, and he reached for Asten’s ankle only for his hand to go through it, just like it had with Bruce when he watched Jason die.

“Asten,” He muttered, even though he knew it wouldn’t be heard. He blinked. Was Asten about to… I mean, Bentley had never seen… never thought… “Asten? Hey, Asten, please.”

The lights of Gotham were reflecting in Asten’s green eyes, tears and tear-streaks gleaming in the illumination. The breeze was whipping his blue hair and Gotham Academy uniform around. Bentley, panicked, reached for him again to no avail.

“Asten,” He repeated, moving closer. “Asten.”

Asten stared off the ledge, down at the sidewalk with people moving to and fro on it. He hiccuped, watching the people move closely, intently. Was he waiting… for them to get out of the way?

“Asten,” Bentley tried, his eyes becoming a little misty. “Asten, please get down.”

He didn’t. Instead, he actually moved closer to the edge like it didn’t even matter. Bentley reached for him again. It didn’t work.

“Asten, please, don’t,” He practically begged, the back of his eyes burning. What in the heck were you supposed to say to someone who was… like this?

Something changed about Asten’s eyes — about his whole face. He stopped crying. He seemed… normal. Calm. He didn’t look troubled anymore. Bentley looked down. There was no one on the sidewalk.

He quickly looked back up at Asten with a “No!” That went unheard.

Something moved behind them.

“You think we’re gonna have a blizzard tomorrow?”

Bentley and Asten both flinched in tandem when a familiar voice pierced the air. Asten didn’t turn, but his calmness left instead, and closed his eyes with a shaky breath and sent a few more tears down his face.

Bentley, however, did turn. He blinked blankly at a sight he hadn’t really expected — Red Hood was crouching in the center of the rooftop, his helmet still tight on his head.

Asten said nothing to Jason’s left field question, balling his hands into fists by his sides so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Have you ever seen a superhero before?”

“Piss off,” Was Asten’s whispered reply, bringing a hand up to rub at his crying eyes. “Go away.”

“What’s your name?”

Asten grumbled in annoyance. “Piss off.”

Jason moved only about a millimeter closer, still crouched. “Would it hurt to tell me if you’re just going to jump anyways?”

For a moment, Asten got lost in thought, squeezing his hands tighter. He swallowed thickly, looking down off the ledge, at the sidewalk and road below.

“Asten,” He muttered, a hiccup breaking up the word in the middle.

Jason nodded. “Asten. How old are you?”

There was another moment of silence where Bentley just stood still, watching. Listening.

“Twelve,”

Jason shifted uncomfortably, and he seemed to look around before he continued: “Your phone is ringing. You know who’s calling?” It wasn’t his Jason voice or even his Red Hood voice. It was his Robin voice.

Asten didn’t reply to that one, but instead, shuffled his toes closer to the edge of the building. Bentley’s hand drifted up to his mouth and stayed there, and Jason moved, albeit slowly, closer.

“Don’t try to talk me out of it,” Asten muttered with a quiet sob, wiping at his eyes. “It won’t work.”

“I’m not. I’m just talking,” Jason replied smoothly, standing up. “I’ve been in the same position before, myself. I know how it feels; so jump.”

Asten’s eyes widened, and he looked backwards for the first time, eyes lingering on Jason’s helmet. “What?”

Jason inched forward until he was next to Asten, his boots against the ledge. “If you really have no hope at all; no one that loves you, no one that you can count on — if you really have nothing left that makes you happy, a person, an object, an activity that makes waking up in the morning worth it… then jump.”

Asten started to cry harder, bringing his hands up to his face.

Jason’s head turned subtly in the direction of Asten’s eternally buzzing phone. “But I have a feeling that isn’t the case.”

Asten said nothing, crying nearly uncontrollably into the sleeves of his Gotham Academy blazer. “I hate it here.”

“So did I,”

Asten tugged at his own hair, squeezing until his knuckles turned white again. “Why… didn’t you… jump?”

Jason breathed in and out deeply. “My brother cared enough to show up before I could.”

Just then, a round of two or three sirens faded softly into Bentley’s earshot, and Asten turned on a dime, glaring dangerously at Jason with a fire in his eyes. “You called the cops?”

“No,” The Red Hood replied lowly, grabbing Asten’s phone and holding it up so he could see the caller ID on the screen. It said Nico. “But I bet I know who did.”

Bentley watched in silence as more time passed, and two cop cars screeched to a halt at the bottom of the building they were on top of, followed by a black Mercedes. All three of the cars’ doors flew open, and people piled out, including a certain blonde who still had his phone pressed into his ear, who left the police in his dust to get inside the building.

Jason held his hand out, up toward Asten. His other hand was holding onto the grappling gun he had on his hip. “You wanna come down so you can talk to him?”

Asten stayed on the ledge for a few moments, shaking, crying, contemplating everything and nothing. It was probably the scariest few moments Bentley had ever witnessed.

Silence continued to pass until the door to the roof swung open, and Nico flew out, followed closely by his parents. He had obviously been bawling his eyes out, and let out a very desperate sounding: “Asten.”

That’s when Asten caved, reaching back and taking Jason’s hand. The vigilante grabbed him steadily by the arms and helped him off of the ledge, crying and all. Nico ran to him.

Bentley’s head felt like it was caving in. Splitting pain radiated from one side of his skull to the other, his limbs went limp, and the surface of the rooftop was hard when he hit it. With a groan of agony, he reached toward Red Hood’s boot.

Everything went black.

And then he jumped awake again, gasping deeply. He blinked a few times — they were in the bedroom with Asten.

Right. The bedroom. Asten — he was sick. The Secret Keeper. Reality was coming back to him — he and Nico, after their fight with the Secret Keeper, had gone upstairs, stayed utterly silent, and didn’t move. (Typical of them, right? If they weren’t panicking they seemed to not do much of anything at all.)

Bentley was curled in a ball on the loveseat, his head close to something else small that he quickly realized was a sleeping Nico. Sunlight was streaming in from the windows, Asten was still limp in the bed, and Jason was in one of two chairs situated near the door, reading a book to himself. His cell phone was laying face down on the arm of the seat. The clock next to Asten’s bed read 9:01am.

Apparently Jason and Asten had more of a history than Bentley realized. Maybe that’s why Jason was here? Even though Asten didn’t know it was him?

“Bad dream?” Jason questioned softly, and despite already knowing he was very much awake and alert, Bentley jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Mhm,” He hummed quietly, sitting up and re-situating himself.

“Secret Keeper stuff?”

“Mhm,” He repeated.

A moment of silence ensued, and Bentley dug his phone out of his pocket, piddling around with it for a few moments. He glanced at his friends. Asten was still unresponsive and limp in the bed, the washcloth laying on his head and IV in his arm. Nico was curled up in a tiny ball on the other side of the loveseat, beneath the same blue blanket that Bentley had been under.

He stared at his phone for a few more moments before he texted Jason: I saw a memory. You getting Asten off a ledge.

Jason’s phone dinged. He picked it up, read the message, and then glanced up at Bentley. They shared a moment of silent eye contact. Jason’s thumbs were hovering, but not moving, so Bentley typed again.

You said you’d been in that position before.

Neither of them looked up, but the air in the room seemed to get thicker. Bentley listened for the telltale little taps of Jason’s fingers, but they never came. So, instead of ignoring it like he typically would, he sent another text.

Would you have really done it? Jumped?

More silence, this time even more tense, thicker. Jason’s typing bubbles came up and went away a few times, and then his message came through:

Back then? I think so.

Bentley typed again. Why didn’t you?

Dick showed up.

Bentley glanced up at Jason, blinking at the way his phone light was illuminating his white streak. Jason didn’t take his eyes off of the screen. He’d told Bentley first hand about being at rock bottom, so maybe this was what he was talking about when he said he got close to death again? It gave Bentley a weird feeling.

Would you do it now? Was the next message Jason got.

Typing bubbles came and went on Bentley’s phone again, before a one-word text came through: No.

Bentley exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.

You promise?

“I promise, Bentley,”

He glanced up at Jason, who was looking back at him with his white streak and greenish-blue eyes.

More quietness passed.

“Jason?”

“Hm?”

Bentley blinked a few times, his eyes moving here and there, not settling anywhere for too long. The mental image of Jason on a ledge like Asten was made the back of his eyes burn. The fact that Jason had gotten to that point before.

Bentley blinked again, clearing his throat subtly. Glanced at his friends to make sure they were really asleep. “I watched you die,” He whispered. “When I was kidnapped, I… saw it.”

Jason breathed out, shifting on the chair, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He opened his mouth; nothing came out.

“The Joker, I was… and I couldn’t…” Bentley took a breath. “I saw all of it.”

No one spoke.

“I already told you but I… want you to know that…” Bentley sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m really, really glad you’re alive.”

Another long spurt of silence passed. Bentley just sort of looked at Asten, watching his chest rise and fall beneath the quilt.

“Kid…”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” Bentley continued, glancing up at Jason, who looked oddly tense. “It’s okay.”

So Jason didn’t say anything.

Bentley picked at the bottom of the blanket. “I don’t know why she shows me this stuff. I’ve seen a ton of things — she showed me some of the different futures I could have. I’ve seen… me die… and you were, uh, trying to save me. In a glowing green pool. I saw my headstone.”

Jason’s eyes traveled back up to Bentley and bounced around for a few moments, his expression darkening at his words. “You aren’t going to die.”

Bentley looked down at his hands. “I also saw one where I was… back with my dad. And I… helped him, uh…” He trailed off, staring intently at the cushions of the loveseat. “And I saw where I was Robin and Tim was Batman.”

Jason didn’t speak, but he had a detective-y look on his face again.

“I just want to make the right choices. To unlock a good one,” Bentley continued with a sigh. “Which is why I need your help.”

Jason leaned forward in his chair. “Kid-“

“It’s not hard. You can say no, I just…” He squeezed the blanket between his fingers. “I want to go visit my father.”

Silence.

“And I want you to take me,”

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irene-with-a-gaze · 2 years

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The pretty lights, one: shirbert series one

She said, "I was seven and you were nine"

I looked at you like the stars that shine

In the sky, the pretty lights

-taylor swift, mary's song

A whistle, low and as if meant to be whispered, meant for only one's ears, floated through the orchard. It's owner grinned, sly eyes going up and down as he surveyed the tree before him, and the little figure hidden within its extensive branches.

The figure gasped lowly, and tried-- not so subtly-- to move out of his view. The boy, nine, chuckled as he stepped forward slowly, "I wonder where... carrots is," he bellowed, stepping aside as soon as an apple was-- surely-- thrown in his direction, whether it by accident or intentionally meant to hurt him (he'd go with the latter). "How lovely, an apple just for me. De-licious. Thank you, tree, for your welcoming gif-- ouch!"

A sniffle was heard, another apple had fallen, this time directly onto his head.

"That's it," he murmured, rolling his eyes at his friend's childish behavior. After all, he was much wiser than her. By two whole years! And Christopher Columbus, what a whole lot a difference it made, those two years.

Gilbert fastened the bag of treasure he had with him (chocolates! just for her!) to his belt, and with ease proceeded to climb the tree before him. He'd gotten to where he needed to be without alerting her, as Anne had jumped and almost hit head on the branch above after he, swiftly, plopped himself beside her.

Anne quickly turned her head so he wouldn't see, but he caught the persistent tear which slid down her face, and saw the reddened nose he had gotten so used to seeing growing up beside her.

He, gently (as he had learned from his mistakes) tugged at the end of her braid, hair becoming a fiery halo around her small face, to get her attention. "Anne..."

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"Anne-girl"

...

"I got you some buried treasure..." Anne somewhat perked up at this, although her face was still buried in the log of the tree. "Well, it was technically buried far into the cabinet, but its definitely something you'll love..."

A sniffle.

"No?" Gilbert sighed, unfastening his bags of goods, pulling a piece of chocolate out, "Alright, guess I'll have to just eat the chocolate myself.

And before he could devour the goodness held in his hand, it was swiped faster than he could scream a no, and stuffed into the face of the red nosed girl, who grinned apprehensively as she swallowed what she had stolen.

Gilbert was not impressed, but the look in her eyes quickly fixed that.

"So... wanna talk about it?"

"...erm, it's just stupid Josie," she murmured.

"What'd she do now...?"

The sky quickly darkened, little lights filled up the sky, twinkling every now and then, something which caused a smile to light up Anne's face, as she recounted her tales of trouble to her older, and much wiser friend.

Gilbert, at some point, had stopped listening. The only thing on that little boy's mind, all who he could think of was... well you know who.

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mxdarling · 1 year

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[stars🌟 and clouds☁️]

[note; a poem that i was supposed to perform in front of my school but wasn't pushed through due to reasons i don't know, so i decided to post it on tumblr cause why not? (posted it on twitter as well).]

ever wondered how the stars and clouds feel? how they felt each passing day and night? how they felt being under the moonlight and sun rays? people talk a lot about the sun and moon nowadays. rarely have i ever heard about the stars and clouds. i've heard the stargazing at night, i've heard the finding constellations, i've heard the listening and watching light rain from the inside. i've heard them, i've heard them all, yet not a single one about their feelings.

how do you think they feel? do the stars feel jealous of the moon at night? do the stars feel frustrated being just a tiny light in people's eyes compared to the moon? do the stars feel sad not being able to be seen by us? do the clouds feel bad for covering the the sun's rays? do the clouds wanna give light to the people bound to the ground as well? do the clouds get tired of being the sun's shadow day in and day out?

these questions never fail to keep me up at night. wondering if i were to live just the stars and clouds up above, would i finally understand how they feel? would that hopefully put an end to my endless list of questions? would the answers be what i expect it to be? or would it be entirely different? would the answers given leave me content or would it leave me yearning for more? do the stars and clouds sense when someone from the ground thinks about them? surely I must be annoying them with how much i think about them.

or perhaps they like the attention? finally someone who doesn't only see them for how pretty they are or how lovely the light rains they produced. finally someone who sees them for them, themselves. stars and clouds, i'll forever hold you dear to my heart. you may not be the brightest star at night but I know you're there, twinkling at night just waiting for me to catch a glimpse of you. perhaps, are you trying to give a sign, stars? you may not be able to shine light into my path but you give me shelter when I wanna take a break from sun's warmth and embrace your cold hugs. rest assured, clouds, when you pour light rain from the outside, i'll come walking to you from the inside, seeking your company once again.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

#poetry writing #poetry #writing #₊❏❜ ⋮author's thoughts ⌒#cringee #lmaoo #idk

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tieruuu · 1 year

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"Crystalflies" - a mini Zhongli x Childe fic

The team finds a cave full of interesting crystalfles. Lumine makes for a great wingwoman.

“Hey guys! I think we should be able to rest here for the night,” Lumine announced to the rest who were making their way to her. She looked around, surveying the landscape she stood on. A rocky overpass loomed ahead, occasionally emitting little glimmers of light.

“Ooh, what’s that light? Let’s go check it out!” The shrill Paimon yelled out, dashing (flying?) forward ahead. “Paimon?” “Guys, look! Look! It’s full of crystalflies! They’re so pretty!”

Catching up to Paimon, the rest of the group were left stunned at the sight that beheld them. Little geo crystalflies fluttered around the cave, twinkling and glowing like stars in the night sky. Occasionally, they would gently bump into each other before flitting off in another direction.

“There’s at least ten of them…” Lumine muttered, holding out her hand. To her surprise, instead of running away, one of them landed on her hand, its wings still intact before fluttering off again. “These crystalflies are not afraid of humans, perhaps because they’ve never encountered one before.” Zhongli the walking encyclopaedia spoke up, gently poking one of them with his hands. “Do you think they’ll taste different than the ones we see regularly?” Xiangling chimed in, eyes shining like the crystalflies.

“You’ve eaten-?! Never mind, we can try it out tomorrow,” Lumine replied, raising her eyebrows. “For now, let’s sleep in this cave alright? It’s not so often you get to meet crystalflies that don’t disappear immediately!” Childe declared, already pulling out his sleeping bag.

“Alright! Xiangling will sleep with us over here, you can go sleep with Zhongli over there,” Lumine said, discreetly nudging Childe’s side.

“Wh- why? Don’t we all usually sleep side by si-"

“Shh! I’m giving you a chance here. Don’t think I haven’t seen the looks you give him,”she hissed, before smiling and jogging off. Leaving Childe and Zhongli, who’s just come back from the other side of the cave, to their own devices.

“So, Xiansheng! Wanna sleep with me?” Childe flushed, slapping his hand to his mouth. “I mean-! You, you ready to sleep?”

“Of course, come here.” Chalking it down to Zhongli’s occasional obliviousness, Childe sighed, only to feel his heart race when Zhongli placed their sleeping bags together. “Right, right just like always, just like always, nothing more to it,” he reasoned with himself, stiffly moving down to settle into his side. “Goodnight, Childe” Zhongli’s amber eyes glowed dimly in the dark-lit cave, reminiscent of the night sky view of Liyue. A warm feeling settled in Childe, who replied in tune.

Everyone was now asleep, or that was what Childe would’ve liked, as even as he felt the hours tick by, he was still wide awake. The Harbinger just simply could not fall asleep, cursing the recent hectic week where he pulled all-nighters for messing up his sleep schedule. “Maybe if I go and fight some lawachurls it’ll help me,” he thought, as even as he felt the hours tick by, he was still wide awake.

Propping himself upright as quietly as possible, he turned to take an opportunistic peek at Zhongli before he left, and oh-

The consultant’s face was a tranquil sight; long eyelashes fluttering so slightly in the cool night breeze, his usual stone face replaced with a gentle expression, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Childe’s heart tickled, his movements halted as he leaned in closer to Zhongli. Crystalflies surrounded the both of them, their warm glow relaxing him further. Azure eyes drifted around the sleeping man’s face, taking in as much as possible. They lingered on his lips, which fell slightly parted, revealing glimpses of sharp teeth and tongue.

“They look so soft…” Childe held his breath as he reached out, touching a finger pad to his lips. He pressed gently, enamoured with the way they sprung back into shape. “If I… he wouldn’t notice right?”

He leaned closer, feeling Zhongli’s slow breath against his face. He closed his eyes, his own lips hovering just above the other’s when he abruptly stopped.

“No, wait! I want to do our first time properly, when he’s awake!” Childe’s eyes snapped open, reeling his head back, the blood rushing to his face as he comprehended what he was about to do. Just as he was about to get up, he felt himself being yanked downwards again, his lips pressing against something soft and warm. His breath hitched as blue met gold, Zhongli staring deeply into his eyes. He struggled to move, but Zhongli’s firm grip held him still with their lips together, for a moment that seemed like eternity.

Finally he was let go, and he popped off the other’s mouth with a gasp, his face fully flushed as he fell to his side.

“Wh- what?! You-“ Childe spluttered, his mind swirling. Zhongli sat up to face him, leaning in so close that Childe thought he was going in for another.

“For your information, the lord of each element can see through their respective crystalflies,” Zhongli whispered, his soft deep voice sending jolts through Childe.

“When did you…?”

“I realised when you started moving closer,” Zhongli replied, thoughtfully pausing before continuing. “Why did you stop?”

“That was because I wanted it to be more special…” Childe mumbled under his breath, almost unwilling to be heard. He buried his face in his hands, avoiding looking at the other.

“Oh, uhm… my apologies,” Zhongli’s voice sounded bashful, surprising him. “We could try again next time, to your liking. Let us return to bed for now.”

With that, Zhongli shifted closer to Childe, facing each other. Childe’s heart raced as he realised what Zhongli implied, squeezing his eyes shut.

“If you don’t mind, Childe,” Zhongli brought his arms around Childe’s waist and torso, pulling him close to his chest. The scent of musk and sandalwood soothed Childe, slowing down his heartrate, soon sending the Harbinger to sleep. His last few conscious thoughts were that of Zhongli’s scent and touch (and the same went for the other).

/fin

Tieru here! Slowly catching up to my backlog of minifics that I have yet to post to tumblr :''')

I'll prioritise reposting the ones that I'm more proud of, so stay tuned <3

#zhongchi #zhongli #childe #tartaglia #genshin #ficlet #crystalflies #genshin impact #made up canon #oh my god they are so in love

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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FUCHSIA

Prompt: Story gift. Write a story with a character gifted to you by one person, and a trop gifted to you by another.

Trope: His / Her Jacket (Character wears an article of their significant other's clothing) - from Em

Character: Allegra - from Suzi

| S1 | Allegra/MC | 2700 words | Bia (@crimswnred)

Allegra Rossi had a big secret.

It all began after another one of their cheer practices. Allegra was still wearing her yellow and purple uniform and her high ponytail as the other girls were talking to each other, squealing and gossiping, not giving too much of a fuck about how terrible their final sequence went down, even if the regionals were just around the corner. As captain of the squad, Allegra knew she had to do a speech about it and point out the flaws but she just wasn't feeling like it.

Her mom would be furious when she got back home. She knew that. After trying so fucking much, she had failed her mother's expectations and got a D in Chemistry. Surely, from the teacher's point of view, it meant she was stressed and probably was having a hard time catching up with the class as she had just been sent to the advanced classes, a pretty normal phase for every student that changed courses but her mother wouldn't see things like that. No, she would scream at her, make her feel miserable for a week and then buy her something to make up for it.

As if her love and tenderness were no match to a shining new diamond. What a cow.

"Great job out there, Rossi," the cheer squad coach had said with a smile to Allegra before turning to Alison, who had just got out of her uniform. "And great energy Morgan, hope to see more of you two on the field."

Allegra could picture the way Alison Morgan looked at her even after all these months. She had her honey blonde hair slicked back, still a little wet, and her eyes shined brightly with the locker room's lights. She could remember hearing the muffled scold of the coach to the other girls, who grumbled responses and whined as they collected their things but nothing else really matter. The way Alison's blue eyes watched her move was way more important.

Everything about Allegra was intense and passionate. That was exactly what gave her the spot as captain of the cheer squad, what made her vice-president of the student council, what gave her all of the trophies and medals she proudly displayed in her bedroom, and what made her the number 1 girl in Lockwood High. But also was the main reason she felt like being herself around Alison Morgan was an excruciating chore, a pain in her arse, a headache, and many other adjectives she could come up with.

If it wasn’t for her blonde locks that always bounced around as she tried doing the more complicated moves during cheer practice, or her piercing blue eyes that twinkled beautifully or the way she had a bright personality and a “you-wish-you-were-me” attitude, that made girls hate her and boys fucking dream of her, Allegra wouldn’t be stuck in the weird place she was now, casually standing right in the “I don’t know if I wanna be you, or if I wanna fuck you” ground.

Liking girls was something Allegra kept a secret for the longest time. Lockwood was not that small of a town and she could escape to the nearby ones to meet and kiss pretty girls. Of course, she liked boys as well and no one would dare to say something with her perfect relationship record, especially while she was the so-called girlfriend of Mason Knight. Who would dare to say the captain of the cheer squad and the football star weren't a real cute couple?

Only Alison Morgan, of course.

After the 'serious talk' with the coach, the girls were dismissed and Allegra finally left to take a shower. She wouldn't consider herself a shy girl but she surely didn't enjoy showering among fourteen other girls and, honestly, there was nothing she wanted less than going home and facing her mother.

She was scratching her scalp, making good use of the shampoo, as she thought about all the ways her mother could make her miserable. "I heard you failed Chemistry," she heard a voice echoing inside the bathroom, making her jump. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"Fucking god," Allegra said before taking a deep breath. She turned to meet the voice, finding Alison with her back turned to her, wearing a black leather jacket and a destroyed type of jeans. "You scared the shit out of me."

A short giggle escaped Alison and that was enough to make Allegra tingle. Like everyone with eyes, she knew how hot Alison was, especially when she rocked those edgy sexy clothes that only highlighted her body better. Unlike Allegra and her strictly “good girl facade”—or whatever the fuck Ali liked to call it—filled with long hours of fixing her hair and listening to her mother’s tips to be prom queen, Alison was wild and free and so open about everything, including her bisexuality. How could someone not be drawn to such a free spirit?

And as everybody in that damned school, Allegra was well aware that there were a lot of whispers in the hallways about the love and hate relationship between the two hottest cheerleaders. Many boys and girls—with nothing else to do—were always trying to compare the pair, feeding a non-existent rivalry between them, picking stupid sides. It was almost annoying and it surely would make Allegra give the poor girl the cold shoulder sometimes.

"So you scare me and laugh at me?" Allegra asked, turning her back to Alison again as she washed the shampoo out of her hair. "And yes, I failed fucking Chemistry."

"I could teach you if you want, Chemistry, that is…"

Allegra hummed, closing the shower and stepping out of it, enveloping her body in one of her perfect white towels. When she looked back at Alison, she was already facing her, a big smile on her lips as her eyes ran Allegra's body. "What do you say?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure."

The two of them met each other every Tuesday after class after that, just to study. And then, Allegra asked to add a second tutoring day, making it Tuesday and Friday. Soon enough they were meeting every single day after practice, talking to each other through messages and meeting on the weekends.

That Saturday, they were hanging out at Alison's house. Her parents were travelling, which meant the two of them were alone and that Allegra's stomach was tied in knots. As Alison casually laid down on her double bed over her grey duvet, Allegra was messing about with her wardrobe.

"Omigod, this top is amazing," Allegra gasped as she held a hanger with a fuchsia top on it. "How come I've never seen you wearing it?"

"It's not really my colour, girl," Alison laughed, pointing out to her all-black dressed self. "But you can have it if you want?"

Allegra watched her get up from the corner of her eye, narrowing it at her, curiosity forming on her face. Slowly, Alison headed to the side of the room where Allegra was. She smirked, provocatively, as she ran her fingers through her blonde strands. Right there, Allegra remembered thinking of all the times she had thought about how beautiful Alison was.

"It will look great on me, I must admit," Allegra said under her breath as Alison got closer.

The blonde girl giggled. "I'm sure you would look fucking gorgeous on anything but…"

Alison trailed off, leaving Allegra hanging. There was something in the way she looked at her, the way her words sounded like sweet music in her ears, that made her feel like crossing the line. She swallowed hard, only to whisper: "But?"

"I think you'd look better on me."

And just like that Alison had turned a switch. All at once their relationship went from just a regular girly friendship to long stolen kisses at night drives and muffled moans under the bleachers before school. Everywhere that was once Allegra’s free reign now had a memory of her. How her hands touched her waist and sent shivers down her spine. How they would wear each other's initials on chains around their necks. How they would kiss good luck in dark rooms before a test. How Alison would pick her up every day and take her home, too. Every single little detail made Allegra’s stomach turn.

The only problem was that Allegra was still dating Mason and she couldn't just dump him out of the blue. It took her four months of secretly sneaking out with Alison to find a reasonable reason to break things off with him—if you could call him going out with his friends too much a "reason", that is. After that, the rumours of Allegra being a possessive bitch that was obsessed with perfection and had some seriously messed up shit going on in her head spread like wildfire.

There was not a single soul that wasn't convinced that Allegra Rossi was the real-life version of Regina George. The disgusting rivalry between her and Alison only grew stronger, especially when Allegra's ex asked her on a date. And of course, the little brat had said yes. Sometimes, Allegra even thought she liked being the centre of everyone’s gossip. Somehow, the attention did her well.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?” She heard the melodic feminine voice from the driver’s seat ask her. Like always, Alison was driving her home.

“Thinking about why the fuck did you told Mason you would go out with him?” Allegra jetted back, crossing her legs on the passenger’s side of Alison’s cherry red Audi A5 Cabriolet.

“Jealous, baby?” Alison said, arching one of her eyebrows as her lips twitched into a smile. “I call it payback for all the months I had to pull up with him being your perfect little boyfriend while I had to settle with stolen kisses and lame bars’ sex.”

Allegra could feel her cheeks turning red as the memories of the beginnings of their relationship rushed back to her mind. “I didn’t have much of a choice! How would I break up with him without saying that…”

“That you would rather be with me?” Alison cut her off with a giggle.

“That I had fallen in love with somebody else,” Allegra muttered under her breath as Alison pull up her car on the side of the road.

“You’re too cute,” Alison smiled at her, kissing her cheek. “And I’m not going out with Mason, he asked me if I was going to Tim’s party and I said yes.”

Allegra rolled her eyes, turning to Alison. They were so close that she could feel Alison breathing, her eyes so blue studying her face as a smirk decorated her face. “Fucking hell, he’ll be waiting for you at the party tonight, then,” Allegra whispered against her lips.

“Well,” Alison said, her tongue tentatively wetting her own lips. “I can think of many, many better ways to spend my time than hanging out with Mason Knight, don’t you think?”

“I hope they involve me,” Allegra giggled.

“Mostly,” Alison cocked a smile.

And with that sight imprinted in her mind, Allegra dared to close the little space left between them, crashing her lips against Alison’s, who didn’t wait a single second to kiss her back. It was sweater them most of their kisses were, much more slow and delicate than the snogs they shared when the locker room was empty before cheer practice. Alison ran a hand slowly through Allegra’s hair, pulling her hazel locks just enough to make her sigh before smiling and backing out.

“See you later, Rossi.”

The party was exactly what you would expect from a teenager after the game party. Being on the edge of his 18 years, Timothy Pritchard, also known as “Big T”, wouldn’t let a single football match go without throwing a party with plenty of beer and many other types of alcohol, something that combined with jocks, cheerleaders and Hollywood stars wannabes was never a good thing.

Talia and Sammi were dancing with each other, rolling their hips together to provoke boys—and girls. There were some already passed out youngsters lying on the floor. There was a gigantic line of people trying to taste Jake’s weed edibles. There was deep bass that kept playing again and again to the sound of their hearts. There were Cherry Roosevelt’s tits bouncing up and down while she rode Levi Richards if you opened the wrong door. Jennifer Riviera was trying to get Big T’s head between her legs even though he seemed to be way more interested in Olivia Summers’ ass. There was s stain on the carpet that no one knew exactly what it was. There were shouts and music and sweat and all those things that would horrify any adult.

Needless to say, being the good girl she was, Allegra mostly didn’t take part in the games and engagement, at least not in front of everyone and especially not drugged or drunk. Unless she was there with Alison, alone. If so, you could even find her letting herself drink a few beers, be a little looser. When they were together, there wasn’t this need of being the best, the one with the nicest clothes, nicest car, nicest manners. They were good enough to each other the way they were, with no need to change, even if Allegra’s heart would beat like crazy inside her chest every time they were together.

“Straight Flush,” Alison celebrated, resting her cards on the bed.

Allegra groaned. They were playing what Alison presented to be ‘fun poker’ which would translate to ‘strip poker'. Thanks to Tim, they found a guest room that was not being used to Cherry’s fun time and was far enough from the commotion for them to be secluded—kind of. And all that it took was just a conversation with Olivia about how great—and big—of a guy Tim really was.

“You’re fucking cheating!” Allegra protested as she took another layer of clothes. She was now missing her jeans and jacket, ready to take off the same fuchsia top Alison had given her.

“Me? Cheating so I can get you naked?” Alison gasped with mocked shock. “Never!”

She was wearing a tiny black dress—of course, she was—that hugged her body in all the right places. Her blonde locks were up in a purposely messed bun, and that added to the spaghetti straps of her dress made her oh-so kissable collarbone and cleavage completely exposed to Allegra’s eyes. For the look of it, there was nothing else between the thin fabric and the sun-kissed skin of her chest.

“You could’ve just asked me nicely and I’d strip for you, baby, no need for the roundabouts,” Allegra said in a jokingly matter but there was not a single trait of amusement in Alison’s expression as she bit her lip.

“Really, Leggy?” Alison asked, crawling nearer her. “Would you do it if I just said please?”

Allegra’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the air shifting around them. Alison got closer, leaning towards her and sliding one hair on the side of her body, brushing her thumb ever so slightly against her thigh. She could feel the familiar warmth climbing her skin as her heart pounded like crazy and she swallowed dry. Fuck, she thought, feeling Alison’s breath against her neck as she planted kiss after kiss on it.

“You look so fucking hot wearing my things," Alison said, leaving a trail of kisses up her neck and jawline. "That top just looks so good on you."

And when she finally locked their lips together, it was like the whole world had just disappeared and the room started to spin in slow motion. There was no Mason, no cheer squad, no gossip and no parents in that world that could make Allegra not love Alison. Not when her tongue tasted heavily against hers, not when her nails scratched the back of Allegra's neck, not when her slow hand ran throughout her skin until it finally met the spot Allegra needed her most.

And definitely not when her name was the only sound she could let out.

#had much fun with this one #crimswnred #writers room #litg writers room #litg #litg s1 #litg allegra #allegra x mc #prompt #litg fanfic #love island the game #litg ff

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Arcade Dreams: Chapter Twenty Four

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I’ll be honest, writing happy Billy feels a little weird because we never really saw it. Still though, it’s nice to see...it would be a shame if something came along and ruined it. Also, this fic and Everybody Wants to Rule the World have officially started their crossover. It’s definitely not necessary to read both, but there potentially some storylines that’ll appear in both fics since we’re getting closer to the battle of Starcourt~

Billy woke up the next morning, blinking against the sunlight shining through Teddi’s window. He grumbled, squinting against the bright light. Her curtains were shit. Shimmery, purple, sort of transparent things that were more for looks than the thick green curtains he had in his own room.

He leaned up, looking over Teddi and at the alarm clock that sat on her nightstand. He sneered; it was ten in the morning. Billy rolled over onto his side, wrapping his arms around Teddi’s middle and pulling her closer to him before burying his face into her pillow. She stirred awake, his skin breaking out into goosebumps where her fingertips ghosted over his forearms.

Teddi turned to face him, her eyes still droopy with sleep as she smiled softly at him. “Morning,” she said. Billy grunted. “Sleep okay?” she asked.

He grumbled again, pulling her flush against him and resting his chin on the top of her head. “Five more minutes.” he mumbled.

Teddi let out a short laugh, burying her face in his neck and resting her hands against his chest. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

Memories of the night before flooded Billy’s mind. The movies. The surprise party at Hopper’s. Finally having sex with Teddi, which he’d been waiting for since the moment she’d smiled at him that night at Family video. Teddi telling him she loved him…

Billy swallowed thickly. That had been real, hadn’t it? She loved him and he loved her. Billy pressed a kiss to the top of Teddi’s head. “I love you.” he muttered into her hair. It was almost more of a question than it was a statement. Like he was looking for confirmation that the night before hadn’t been a dream.

Teddi smiled against his skin. “You mean not just on my birthday?” she asked.

“Nah,” he said, biting back a smile. “Always,” he tried not to squirm under the way she was looking back at him now. He could see how much she cared for him. Like a twinkle in her eyes that was just for him. It was getting hard for him to remember a time where she hadn’t looked at him that way.

Teddi leaned up to kiss him, pulling away only for a moment before she started to pepper his face with kisses. “Alriiight, alright.” he complained, laughing as he rolled away from her.

The pair laid next to each other, smiling up at nothing in particular. Teddi’s head lolled to the side as she looked over at him. “Are you working today?” she asked.

Billy rolled his eyes and nodded. “Freddy got the sauna fixed. Now the thing’s jammed packed with gross, old dudes. I’m gonna have to sneak smoke breaks in the chemicals closet,” he smiled slowly at the way her eyes went wide. “That was a joke, Larsson.”

Teddi scoffed. “I knew that…guess that means no fooling around on the clock for us, huh?”

Billy smirked, letting out a hum. “Looks like it...plus side is though, Karen Wheeler got this new swimsuit,” he bit his cheek to keep his smirk from spreading into a full blown smile. Teddi was shooting him a dirty look now. “Pretty sure she bought it just for me. You ever see the way she looks at me? Like she’s starving and I’m a big, thick, juicy piece of stea-” he laughed when Teddi covered his mouth.

“Be serious,” she rolled her eyes. “Do you really wanna be Mike Wheeler’s new da- ew, Billy!” she squealed, jerking her hand away as Billy licked her palm.

Billy was on top of her then, laughing at the way she tried to wriggle free of his hands that were tickling her sides. “Sounds like you’re jealous there, Larsson.” he teased.

“I am so completely and utterly not jealous.” she spat out. The way she squirmed and laughed kept Billy from taking her seriously.

He smiled at her, his torture finally over. He braced his hand on the bed beneath them, his right hand running down Teddi’s side as he tilted his head. “No?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You know, I bet you could take her in a fight. Especially if it’s prison rules.” he mused.

Teddi smiled, rolling her eyes. “This is what you fantasize about? Me shanking other women over you?”

“Not always shanking,” he argued. “Sometimes there’s jello,” he narrowed his eyes. “Is that judgment in your eyes, Larsson?”

Teddi raised her eyebrows. “Hmm? Me? Judging you?”

“What do you fantasize about then? Me dressing up like that little pointy eared freak from that space show you’re always watching?” his eyebrows pinched together in an annoyed frown.

“Please. You could never be Spock…you’d be Kirk. You know, the hair…he’s pretty cocky, kinda slutty-” she shut her lips in a thin line to keep herself from continuing.

Billy was stunned into silence for a moment before he let out a short laugh. “...Did you just call me slutty?”

“It slipped out,” Teddi admitted, covering her mouth to quiet the laughter that was threatening to bubble out. Billy looked cooly down at her, but she could see the amused twinkle in his eyes. “Come on…’big, thick, juicy steak’?” she asked, her voice deeper now to mimic Billy’s.

He smiled slowly at her. “...Was that supposed to be me?”

Teddi frowned. “Max says I do a great Billy for your information.”

“Yeah, well, she lies a lot,” his smile grew wider when Teddi rolled her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her, his fingers clenching into fists against Teddi’s sheets when she whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away, his nose brushing against hers. “...I should get ready for work.”

She blinked up at him. “O-okay…” he kissed her again before he slipped out of bed. Teddi sunk deeper under her covers, her cheeks heating up as she watched him leave. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to naked Billy Hargrove.

Rubbing the last bits of sleep from her eyes, Teddi got up, fishing around her floor for her pajamas that had been tossed haphazardly around the room. She could hear Billy rummaging around in his bedroom when she walked out to their living room. Plopping down onto the couch and reaching for the remote, Teddi let out an annoyed groan at the flashing numbers on the vcr. “Son of a bitch.” she muttered.

Billy poked his head out from his room. “What happened?”

She pointed at the clock. “The power went out again last night,” she huffed. “You think Knight Rider still recorded?”

Billy walked out, standing behind the couch now wearing a pair of sleep shorts. He let out an annoyed breath through his nose, his hands on his hips as he turned to look at the stove. More blinking numbers. “This is…what? The third time this week?”

For about a month their apartment had been experiencing random blackouts. At first it had just been an annoying inconvenience. Then the outages became more frequent, and sometimes they came with tremors that made it feel like their apartment building was built right on top of train tracks.

“I hate this place,” Teddi muttered, tossing the remote onto the couch beside her. “It took me, like, twenty minutes to set up the vcr to record that episode.”

“Welcome to my world,” Billy sighed. “Hawkins is one, big shithole.”

“We should move.” Teddi suggested.

He let out a short laugh. “Sure. We’ll move. Where to? New York? Cali-”

“I’m serious,” Teddi urged. “If we move closer to town we can at least get away from the blackouts.”

Billy shook his head. “Not true. Max told me she went to Starcourt with the shitbirds the other night to go to the movies and the power went out there too.”

“You’re avoiding the subject, Hargrove.”

He let out an annoyed grunt, moving around the couch and plopping down onto the recliner. “I am not,” he shifted awkwardly, his hands clenching and unclenching against his legs. “...What, you wanna move over to Forest Hills or something?”

Teddi let out a snort. “So I can bail you and Eddie out of jail every other week? Yeah, right,” she joked. She pulled her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knee as she watched Billy. “Max doesn’t graduate for another four years. We’re gonna be sticking around for awhile, we could always find a house. A small house, but-”

Billy let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, we can move in next door to my dad and Susan.” he wouldn’t look directly at Teddi.

“We can at least look,” Teddi urged. “Wouldn’t you like being closer to everyone? To work? Maybe live somewhere where our living room, kitchen and your gym equipment aren’t in the same room?” she motioned to the small room they sat in. “I have all of that money saved up for school-”

He shook his head, frowning as he finally looked over at her. “You’re not going to college now? What about NYU?”

It was Teddi’s turn to shift uncomfortably. She shook her head. “I decided I’m not going.” she said with a shrug.

“Because of me?”

“No! No,” she insisted. Teddi let out a loud sigh. “I was only going because that’s what you’re supposed to do. You graduate high school, you go off to college. And I figured it would be a good excuse to get away from my parents, I guess…but, I got away from them. I like living in Hawkins. I’m happy here. And, yeah, I’d miss you, but I decided college just isn’t for me.”

Billy swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching and unclenching. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little relieved. It wasn’t something they talked about. Billy hadn’t wanted to talk about it. The idea that Teddi would be going off to college in New York was like a dark cloud hanging over him.

Imagining having to drive to campus with her. Unpacking everything in her dorm and trying to pretend like he cared to meet her roommate. Saying goodbye and having to make the drive back to Hawkins and an empty apartment alone. Would she call him whenever she could? Would the phone calls slow down and then eventually stop?

But the alternative wasn’t doing much to settle his nerves either. After a house would come a ring. After a ring would come…there was an image of Teddi standing in the living room of their currently imaginary little house, a toddler balanced on her hip that had Billy’s golden blonde hair and Teddi’s green eyes. Billy’s leg bobbed up and down anxiously.

“Hey,” Teddi said softly, rising from the couch and settling onto the arm rest of the recliner. “Billy, you don’t have to give me an answer right now. We can think on it, okay? I was just…brainstorming, you know?”

Billy leaned into the hand that she was running through his hair. He felt lighter now. All of that pressure was suddenly gone. He looked at Teddi finally, that subtle smile back in his eyes. “If we do move, are you gonna make me build you a white fence?” he asked.

Teddi smiled, scrunching up her nose. “It’s negotiable…I want a porch swing, though. Maybe a pool.”

“What about a hot tub?”

She hummed. “...A hot tub could work too.”

Billy let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You really know how to keep me on my toes, you know that, Larsson?” he wrapped his arms around her middle.

“It’s one of the few joys I have in life,” she leaned down to kiss him, resting her forehead against his. “Alright, now that I’ve scared the shit out of you you’re free to go get ready for work.”

“Yeah, I should shower.” he agreed. He was quiet for a moment before he lifted Teddi over his shoulder and stood up.

Teddi let out a startled sound before laughing. “What are you doing, Hargrove?”

“What’d I just say? We need to shower.”

—

A few hours later Teddi was kneeling in front of the Defender console, unscrewing the front plate of the coin dispenser. Someone had shoved a paperclip into the coin slot and gotten it jammed inside; her prime suspect was one mister Eddie Munson, who liked trying to rig the machines into thinking he’d inserted tokens.

“There you are!” Teddi looked up to see Heather, who was leaning around a row of games and smiling at Teddi. Heather waved behind her, walking over to join her friend with Cheryl in tow.

Teddi smiled at them, picking up a pair of pliers from Keith’s toolbox to pry out the paperclip. “Hey, guys. What’s up?” Cheryl crossed her arms, leaning against the game and popping her hip. She and Heather were looking at Teddi with expectant looks. “...What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Heather huffed, as if it were obvious. “Your birthday!” she chirped. “How’d it go? What’d you do? Did you get anything goo-”

“She wants to know if you and Billy finally screwed.” Cheryl cut her off flatly.

Heather smiled, letting out a snort. “Okay, fine. I totally do,” she admitted. “So, did you?” she asked, wriggling her eyebrows.

Teddi let out a shaky laugh, looking between the two girls for any sign that they were kidding. “That- that’s totally not…I mean-”

“That’s a yes.” Cheryl said with a smirk.

Heather bounced up and down, clapping her hands and smiling widely. “Ohmygosh. How was it? Was it amazing? Did he, like, manhandle you? Or was it nice? Or both?”

Teddi felt her cheeks grow warm, unable to keep herself from smiling. “It was…it was…”

Heather let out a dreamy sigh. “That good, huh?”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Wait, what? Why should I-” Teddi grunted, still trying to pull the paper clip free. “Why should I be thanking you, exactly?”

Cheryl scoffed, leaning forward to grab the pliers and metal plate from Teddi’s hands. “I mean-” she bit her lip in concentration, ripping the small piece of metal free effortlessly. “That I talked you off the celibacy ledge and picked out your super hot dress you wore all the way to pound town. I’ve been trying to talk Heather off of it for, like, six months.” she handed Teddi the plate and pliers back. Teddi blinked up at her in surprise before mumbling out a thanks.

Heather glared at Cheryl. “Shut up, Cheryl. I’m not celibate.”

“I’m sure Steve would say the same thing, but I bet that sailor costume of his isn’t doing him too many favors,” Cheryl let out a snort. “Teddi’s friends with him for…whatever reason. Maybe she can put in a good word for you if you’re too chicken.”

Teddi tilted her head. “Do you guys talk about everyone’s sex lives?” she asked, screwing the coin slot plate back onto the machine.

“Of course.” Heather said with a shrug.

“What else is there to do in this hell hole?” Cheryl rolled her eyes. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a five dollar bill. “Speaking of which, can you give me tokens?” she waved the money in Teddi’s direction.

Teddi raised an eyebrow. “You’re here to play video games?”

“You think I came all the way here just to see you?” she asked with a bored expression. Heather rolled her eyes.

“Of course not,” Teddi let out a snort. She dropped the pliers back into the toolbox, picking it up and nodding at the girls to follow her. She shot Cheryl a knowing smile. “How’s your sex life, Cheryl? You seem even crankier than usual.”

“That’s what I said!” Heather exclaimed. “And I’m the one on the celibacy ledge.”

Cheryl smacked the five dollar bill down onto the prize counter, turning to shoot an unamused expression at her friends. “I’ve been daydreaming about boning Val Kilmer at what’s probably, like, an unhealthy degree. Happy?”

Heather propped her elbow on the counter, resting her chin in her hand as Teddi started to count out tokens. “God, he’s hot,” she sighed before she gave the arcade a once over. “Is Keith around? Maybe he can help solve your problem.” she snickered.

“Is that supposed to be, like, funny or something?” Cheryl asked with a cold look.

Heather smiled. “I sure thought so.”

Teddi bit her lip to keep herself from smiling, sliding the stack of tokens towards Cheryl. “Just try not to take your rage out on my machines, huh?”

Cheryl didn’t respond. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, spinning around dramatically and sauntering off. Teddi and Heather shared quiet laughter once she was out of hearing range. Heather turned to Teddi, her smile a little less mischievous and more genuine. “So, you and Billy are good, huh?”

“We’re good,” Teddi smiled and nodded. “It kinda hit me last night how weird all of this is, you know?. I mean, me and Billy and being friends with Cheryl now. It’s like I’ve stepped into an alternate dimension.”

Heather let out a short laugh. “Tell me about it. I’ve known Cheryl since we were in, like, kindergarten and even I’m shocked we’re friends sometimes,” she joked. “I guess once you realize she doesn’t actually mean, like…ninety percent of the things she says she kinda grows on you.” she leaned against the counter, propping her chin in her hand once again. “So, whatcha doing after work?”

“I’m changing into something a lot cuter and Billy’s picking me up for a date…it’s technically our first date.” she said, her nose scrunching.

Heather’s eyebrows raised as she smiled. “Oh my gosh. Really? I totally thought you guys were, like-” she shook her head. “This is so exciting! Are you excited? Are you totally nervous?”

Teddi paused in thought for a moment before she shook her head. “Actually, not at all? Which is weird because I’m always nervous, but…it’s Billy, you know? I always have a good time with him. Plus, we got sex out of the way, which was the most nerve wracking thing ever, so now I’m mostly just excited.” she let out a relieved sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

Heather let out a dreamy sigh. “That’s so…nice. I mean, I’m totally jealous, but I’m super happy for you guys.”

Teddi laughed, leaning around Heather to make sure Cheryl wasn’t within hearing distance. “You know, I could always say something to Steve if you wanted. I don’t think he’d totally hate the idea of you being into him.” she offered.

A look of pure fear flashed across Heather’s eyes before she shook her head wildly. “No! No. God, please don’t,” she begged. She took in a deep breath, pressing her hands against the counter as she grounded herself. “Sorry…I just don’t think it’d be a good idea,” she confessed. “I’m leaving for school, you know? I don’t wanna tie myself down. I should, like…experiment, or whatever.”

“Hey,” Teddi shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that. Just remember,” she shot Heather two thumbs up. “If you ever change your mind I’m kind of a super awesome wing man…woman.” she corrected.

Heather smiled, her shoulders dropping as she relaxed. “Thanks, Teddi.”

“No problem,” she gave the arcade a once over before nodding her head to the break room. “You wanna snoop through Keith’s desk? He’s over at the video store today.”

Heather bit her bottom lip, turning to look over her shoulder. “...Do we have to bring Cheryl?”

“I think that would be a super bad idea.” Teddi shook her head.

“Then totally.” Heather exclaimed, hurrying around the prize counter.

—

Billy looked back at his reflection in the mirror that was propped up against his bedroom wall. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he bobbed his head along with the music playing from his stereo. He leaned forward, twisting the knob, the opening guitar riff of For Whom the Bell Tolls now booming through the small room in an attempt to drown out the thoughts eating away at him.

He unbuttoned the one of the buttons of the dark blue shirt he’d picked out. Teddi had never said it out loud, but it was her favorite. He took a step back, surveying himself in the mirror before letting out annoyed huff. He buttoned the button back, repeating the pose in front of the mirror.

“...Look like an asshole,” he muttered around the cigarette, pinching it between his fingers and setting it down onto the ashtray beside his bed before peeling the shirt off and tossing it onto his bed. He roughly pulled one of his drawers open, picking up a neatly folded white tank top and slipping it over his head.

He shrugged the blue button up back on, doing a slow turn in front of the mirror, looking at himself over his shoulder. Better, he thought with a nod. Less obvious. He turned around, now fidgeting with his hair. He picked up his bottle of aquanet, spraying it aimlessly at the curls that hung across his forehead.

Billy let out an annoyed grunt at his reflection. This was stupid. It was like no matter what he tried he just couldn’t make himself perfect. And all because of a girl. No, he corrected himself. All because of Teddi. He didn’t think he’d been this nervous to go out with a girl since he’d lost his virginity to Lana Williams in an empty biology classroom during Homecoming in the ninth grade.

He clenched his teeth together, picking up his cigarette and taking one last drag before stamping it out in the ashtray. His stomach was doing flips. Whether from excitement or from anxiety, he wasn’t entirely sure. He needed to pull himself together. He was thinking too much about this. It was going to be fine.

Grabbing his leather jacket from his closet, he shrugged it on and gave himself one last once over. Oh yeah, he nodded, smirking at his reflection. Much better. He snatched his bottle of Aramis, spritzing it on either side of his neck once more for good measure. He shut off his stereo with a smack of his palm, heading out of his room and grabbing his car keys from the kitchen counter.

The air outside felt too thick. Even for a summer night in Hawkins. The hair on the back of his neck stood, his muscles tensing as he headed downstairs to his Camaro. Billy tried to shake the feeling off. It was just more nerves. Had to be. He slid into the Camaro, not wasting any time in bringing the roaring engine to life and speeding out of the parking lot. His hand beat against the steering wheel in time with the Head On song on the radio.

His eyes flickered nervously to the rearview mirror. Billy took in a deep breath, wriggling a little uncomfortably before flashing one of his slow, cool smiles at his own reflection in an attempt to reassure himself. It was going to be fine.

“Hey, Teddi,” he said lowly. He pictured her standing outside of the arcade, wearing that hot pink tank top he liked and hopefully paired with something short. “You wear that for me? ‘Cause your tits-” he winced, pathetically slapping his hand against the steering wheel in frustration. “Don’t talk about her tits, jackass,” he scolded himself. He shifted in his seat, sitting a little taller now and swallowing loudly. He looked back at himself, that confident smirk back. “You know-”

Something hit him. Billy couldn’t see what it was. His heart leapt up into his throat, both hands grabbing the wheel as he tried to regain control of the Camaro. All he could hear was the hammering of his heart in his ears and his tires screeching against the asphalt.

The world around him was spinning. He didn’t know which way was up; which direction he was facing as his car spun out of control. The Camaro hit something else, the loud crunch of metal sending a pang of fear through Billy before the car slammed to a stop, smacking his head against his window.

He groaned, his stomach turning. He blinked rapidly through bleary eyes, slowly shifting in his seat. Was he hurt? He didn’t think so. Just shaken, maybe. His senses were returning to him now. He looked around him, taking in the damage. The windshield was shattered. Billy groaned.

“Oh, no,” he huffed. “No. Piece of shit,” he bit out, smacking his hand against the dashboard. His stereo came back to life, slow and garbled now. “No,” he repeated, shutting his eyes tightly. This was going to cost a fortune to fix. There was something hot and wet running down his forehead, matting his curls to the skin. He reached up to touch his forehead, hissing at that harsh sting of his fingers touching the open wound. “Shit,” he spat, glaring down at the blood on his fingertips.

His hands clenched angrily. “Fuckin’...goddammit,” he muttered, shoving his door open and rolling out onto the ground with a grunt. He blinked away the wave of dizziness before he stumbled to his feet and looked around at his surroundings.

The Brimborn Steel Mill stared down at him. He wasn’t that far from home, at least. Billy let out a short laugh. So much for the brightside, he thought. What had hit him? He spun around slowly, looking for any sign of…anything. Another car, a person, an animal. There was nothing. But it had felt like he’d been hit by a semi truck. He frowned.

Billy winced as he took a step forward, limping just a little as he headed around to the passengers side of the Camaro. His eyes shut tightly, cursing under his breath again when he spotted the damage. The door was almost completely caved inward. Anxiety was rolling through him in waves now.

He squoze between the car and the tall bush he’d crashed into. Could something like that cause this much damage to a car? Billy tried the handle, his teeth grinding together when it wouldn’t give under his hand. He punched down on the roof. “Dammit!” he groaned. What was he supposed to do now? There was no way it would drive. Teddi was probably waiting for him.

Billy stood back up, running a hand through his hair and thinking over his options. Maybe he could get it to at least make the drive back to their apartment. He could call Teddi and tell her what happened so she wasn’t left worrying. He glared at his car, kicking the tire harshly as he made his way back around. “You piece of shit,” he spat at it. Way to ruin his night.

His jaw was set tightly as he made his way back to the driver’s seat, slamming his door shut and standing in front of the Camaro with a pinched expression. He let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the smoke rising from under the hood.

The windshield caught his attention again. Billy’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he leaned in to get a better look at the crack in the glass. There was some sort of…mucus caked into the cracks. His hand shook as he reached out to touch it. It was cold. “What the fuck…” his voice was hoarse; he swallowed thickly, shaking the slime from his fingers quickly. The air around him felt thick again.

There was something behind him. A sound. Billy whipped around, another sharp pang of fear stabbing through his chest. His eyes were wide and searching the dark wildly for whatever he had heard. Was it whatever had hit him?

His fear was quickly replaced with anger. Billy stood up taller, his shoulders square and his fists clenched into fists at his sides. “Hey!” he boomed out into the dark. “Who’s there?” there was an unnatural sound that answered back. A slimy, skittering noise that sounded both far away and right behind him. He clenched his jaw. “I said, who’s there?!”

His feet were pulled out from under him. He hit the gravel with a grunt. There was only enough time for him to realize there was something wrapped around his ankle before he was being dragged against the ground.

Billy couldn’t help but scream. Pain shot up his body, his world spinning again. He tried his hardest to grab anything he could in an attempt to break free. He was sure once he got out of this his fingertips would be cut up and bloody.

His body slammed into the metal wall of the steel mill, his eyes blinking away the stars clouding his vision. Whatever it was that had him didn’t let that slow it down. It continued to drag him, so quickly that Billy was almost surprised the force hadn’t snapped his neck. It didn’t seem to care that he was still screaming and clawing at anything and everything around him. It clearly didn’t see him as much of a threat, he realized with dread.

His hands finally grabbed at something solid then, his body going still for only a moment. He was being dragged to the mill’s basement, he realized. Billy’s fingers had a tight, white knuckle grip on the basement’s doorway. He let out another scream of frustration, every muscle in his body tense and pulling to break free from his captor. He didn’t stand a chance.

Billy was dragged down the mill’s dark stairway, his screams echoing through the quiet night before everything around him went black.

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Forbearance

William Tell/AFAB!Reader. Smut. no pronouns, no y/n.

He plays poker with a skill you’ve never seen before, patient and careful and calculating. He plays your body the same, and teases you to distraction - like how a bad hand can be a bluff, or a tapping finger can be a tell. He’s an ass, but he’s yours. AKA he fucks you to celebrate a win, but is a dick about it (affectionately).

Warnings/Content: unprotected sex, established relationship, the author knows nothing about poker, teasing, fingering, cockwarming, a hint of choking, lots of kissing and smirking, p-in-v sex, comparing the reader to a hand of cards but sexily, use of dialogue from the trailer, slight hint of sugar daddy vibes if you wanna read it that way.

Word Count: 2.8k (after a three minute trailer? don’t ask me how)

💕 thanks @fisforfulcrum and @the-little-ewok for helping me come up with a title /💕/ i’ve tagged people who expressed interest as well as those on my taglist - hope you don’t mind 💕

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The room is dark and quiet - shuffling cards, clearing throats, ice clinking against glasses. The low yellow lighting illuminates the smooth green surface of the table and shines on the features of the game’s participants.

It almost makes you wish you were here with someone else. The older man across the table, perhaps. Not because he’s doing particularly well, far from it in fact, but because standing over there would gift you the perfect view of your actual companion.

The way the light hits other’s faces tells you that it surely accentuates his features… The curve of his shaven jaw, the prominent nose and oh-so-kissable lips. The way shadows form around his dark eyes from the sharp lines of his brow, making their ever-present twinkle shine all the brighter.

What you can see is how the light bounces off his Rolex as his fingers dance over the large collection of chips stacked in front of him, debating his next move as he keeps his cards hidden from everyone - including you. His eyes dart around the room, always. Always counting, observing, never guessing or taking chances, every sequence and possibility carefully calculated like a giant computer lives in his brain, his features carefully schooled, giving nothing away.

“All in.” He decides once it’s his turn, pushing the chips forward before he leans back in his chair, tilting his head back to rest against your torso. His eyes stay on the table, but he allows himself a little smile as your hand rests on his shoulder. You wait eagerly, for that moment of victory, staring at the soft curls that litter his scalp, streaks of grey outnumbering the black now, but no less alluring than he’s ever been. Your hand strokes over his jacket, fingers trailing over his shirt collar, running over the skin of his neck, catching the thin chain he always wears for a moment before you let it go, and return to his shoulder.

His smile widens as the cards are turned, each exactly where he had anticipated, until it’s his turn to reveal his hand. Judging by the groans the other men make, you’re pretty sure you’ve won - not that there’s any real doubt in your mind when William sits at the table.

“Thank you, Gentlemen,” He nods to them, “I’m afraid my friend and I need to be up early, so, if you’ll excuse us.”

“You cleaned me out!” One protests.

“Not my problem.”

“At least let me try to win it back-?”

“You’ve been trying to hold onto what you have for the last four rounds,” he winces, “Today’s not your day.”

William sweeps his chips into the bag waiting by his feet, then offers you his arm to escort you out, the two of you ignoring any further protests.

-/-/-

He drives you to his place, a hand squeezing your thigh the whole ride. It’s a modest apartment, considering his line of “work”, and he holds the door for you, ever the gentleman. The bag of chips rattles as he sets it on the hall table then stalks over to you, tongue peeking out to wet his lips on his way.

“You get a little restless at the end, sweetheart?” He smirks. “Bored of me winning you enough money to buy you all the beautiful things you want?”

“No Billy,” you smile, “But watching you win every time gets a little… predictable.”

“Well, that’s how things are on the table, aren’t they?” he crowds you, grabbing you by the hips and leading you until your back hits the wall, “I like things predictable. Poker is all about waiting, sweetheart, it’s not my fault you can’t be patient ‘til I’m done.”

“It’s knowing you’re almost done that makes me restless,” you smile, “I have patience, up until the last minutes.”

“Oh I know, sweetheart,” he grins, “you’ve proved it time and again.”

He leans in, nudging your nose with his own as his mouth hovers above yours, content to wait. You’re loathe to prove him right, but having him this close is too much to resist, and you tilt your head to kiss him.

He gives in to you, letting his tongue slip into your mouth as his head tilts to the right, a relaxed movement that keeps you exactly where he wants you. It’s always overwhelming, being kissed by William Tell. He’s able to move you, control every aspect of the kiss with ease, and you’re always aware that he’s watching and observing you despite his eyes being closed. Ten years in prison will do that to a person - make them aware of all things at all times - though your Billy applies it differently in situations like this.

He crowds you, hands skimming up your sides as he kisses with more force, leaving you no choice but to hang onto him, to give into him as he plays you as well as he plays his cards. It’s forceful, but it’s slow. He’s in no rush to move from this position, patient enough to kiss you like this for hours, licking into your mouth with the same easy motions as he throws chips into the pot.

But it’s not enough for you, not after watching him all night, after waiting all night. As soon as your hands move into his hair he pulls back.

“Billy-“

“Patience,” he smirks, “You gotta wait for me, sweetheart.”

You pout, and he pecks your lips - just a quick one that makes you smile.

“Congratulations on another victory, William.” You whisper.

“It’s all about the wait,” he shrugs, “The anticipation. The right moment.”

“I know.” You nod, and he squeezes you gently.

“Go wait for me on the bed, huh? I gotta stow the chips.”

“Okay,” you smile, kissing his cheek as you move around him, “Don’t be too long, you know I can’t wait.”

“Not even for my cock?” He raises a solitary brow.

You grin, “I could make an exception.”

-/-/-

He leaves you waiting a while. You should’ve known he would, even if he wasn’t meticulous about stacking his chips, the teasing has made it clear that he’s in the mood to push your buttons.

You lie on the bed, naked save for a simple chain necklace he’d gifted you some months ago, reclining by the pillows, and you’re only seconds away from giving in and touching yourself when he appears in the doorway.

“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart.” He mumbles.

He’s not a soft man, not a nice man, nor a good man. But with you, he can let his guard down a little, be truly genuine in his compliments and tender in his touches. You’re not sure what you did to make him feel he can relax, but you know it took a while - a lot of waiting - for him to be like this. He doesn’t treat you like any other cunt out there.

His jacket slips from his shoulders, and, as you watch, he hangs it in the wardrobe, taking his time to strip down. His tie follows, hung over the neck of the hanger, then his shirt. A smirk grows on his face with every undone button, every inch of skin revealed to you as you watch and wait.

Shoes came off in the hall, but he bends to remove his socks, pants clinging to the curve of his ass so tightly you’d fear they might rip if you weren’t assured of the quality. He straightens, throws his socks and shirt into the laundry hamper, then crosses the room, stopping at the foot of the bed to smile down at you.

“Gimme a hand?”

You smile back, crawling over the mattress to kneel in front of him, looking up at his dark eyes. His hair isn’t perfectly styled anymore, some of the curls slipping sideways. You reach for them, tucking them behind his ear as best you can, then kiss him, taking the opportunity to tug his bottom lip with your teeth as you fumble with his belt.

He groans, lithe fingers pushing yours away, as he undoes his fly, letting the pants fall down his legs with only gravity to assist as his hands move up to cup your cheeks, pulling you close.

“Billy-” you whisper against his lips, “Need you to fuck me, Billy.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He grins, “Just wait a little longer.”

You groan, “I’ve been fucking waiting.”

“And you’ll get a fucking reward.” He grabs your ass, squeezing hard and pulling you flush against him, grinding his cock into your stomach. “You want my cock?” He tilts his head, mouthing at your neck, one hand moving up to rest over the chain that adorns it, his thumb stroking the hollow of your throat as he sucks your pulse point.

“You know I do.” You gasp, slipping your hand into his underwear, “You want to give it to me, don’t you?”

“You know I do.” he confirms, twitching in your hand, thick length leaking already.

“Then what-” you stroke him- “are you waiting for?”

He pushes you backwards, stepping away for a second to push his underwear down, flinging it and his pants across the room with his foot. “I’m waiting for you to beg, sweetheart.”

You watch him, wide eyed, as he strokes himself, salivating at the sight of him. The tattoos that tell his past and mark his flushed skin… The chain that rests perfectly on his chest, little charm dangling between his pectorals… His thick thighs that you know for sure make a fantastic seat… The muscles of his arms, shifting with every stroke, veins visible right up his forearms and over his biceps as he flexes. And the cock in his hand… you’d never thought of them as beautiful until you saw William’s.

Your hand sneaks between your thighs, and his free hand darts forward, snatching it away, gripping your wrist tight. “Don’t.”

“Billy-”

“You don’t get anything until you beg for it, sweetheart. I can wait.”

Asshole. Beautiful insufferable perfect asshole.

“Please, Billy, I’ve been on edge all evening, been waiting to do this since before we fucking left.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, William.” You whine, “Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me, wanna bounce on your perfect fucking cock until I forget my own name.”

He grins, “Well, when you put it like that.”

In the blink of an eye, he joins you on the bed, sitting beside you and pulling your mouth to his again.

“You ready for it, sweetheart? Or do I need to open you up?”

You grab his hand, letting his fingers dance over your soaked folds. “What do you think?”

He groans, sinking two fingers in with ease, pumping them in and out for a moment, coating them with your slick before stroking his cock, spreading your essence over him before he even gets close to pushing inside.

“Get in my fucking lap,” he orders, staying upright as you throw a leg over him, straddling his thighs, trapping his cock between your stomachs. “Fucking beautiful.”

He smiles at you, soft and genuine, those dark eyes darker still with pupils the size of poker chips. His hands move over your body, the two fingers coated with you pushing their way into your mouth as his free hand tugs at your nipples. You groan around his fingers, sucking them clean, tongue teasing at them before you let them go.

“Want it?” William smiles, moving his hands to your hips as you reach down to stroke him, thumbing over the head as he weeps for you.

You nod, moving to hover over him, letting his head bump against your clit briefly before you notch him at your entrance. “Billy-”

He hums, making that noise that’s halfway between intrigue and amusement, glancing between your face and where your cunt swallows him down. He grins as you sink onto him, grip tightening to keep you still once he’s all the way inside, making you wait all over again as his tongue probes into your mouth moments before his lips actually meet yours.

It’s distracting, and he knows it, the way he licks into your mouth and controls every aspect of the kiss even when he lets you have the upper hand. The press of his nose against your cheek, and the slight scratch of stubble despite having shaved that morning, the furrow of his brow as he concentrates that you can’t see but can feel, the soft strands of his hair that you simply have to touch.

You’re full, but he keeps you still, makes you hold him inside like you’re just an extension of himself, or a convenient wet heat that he can use however and whenever he likes. You’re warming him from the groin up as he lights a match in your mind that burns down your body and ignites in your cunt. It’s arousal tinged with frustration. You want to move, want to ride him properly - hold him to the promise he made before you left of a celebratory fuck, not this waiting and wanting game.

Is it possible to know when someone reaches the limit?

Your hands move down to his shoulders, trailing over his arms, then you grab his wrists in an effort to move his hands.

He breaks the kiss. “Wait, sweetheart.”

“This isn’t a fucking poker game.” You grunt, moving faster than he can blink, pushing him onto his back, a hand on his throat. “I’m fucking impatient, Billy. You know that.”

He stares, jaw dropped, chest heaving as you squeeze his neck a little, bracing your weight on the hand by his head as you start to rock your hips onto him.

Those long eyelashes fan over his cheeks as he pushes his neck up into your grip, Adam’s apple bobbing under your palm, his chest heaving in tandem with yours as your rhythm picks up.

He hears your breath hitch as he brushes against that spot inside you and he shifts, pressing his feet to the mattress and bucking up, meeting you thrust for thrust. Your hold on his neck falls away as you lean over him, tables turned once again as he grins, a breathy laugh becoming a moan as you clench around him.

“Fucking perfect,” he pulls you down into another kiss, then keeps your forehead against his, a hand on the back of your head, “What are you?”

“Fucking perfect, Billy.”

He grins, “What am I?”

“Ahh- an asshole-!” You gasp, his thumb sneaking between your bodies to rub circles over your clit.

“Yeah?” He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, releasing just short of drawing blood, “Thought you’d be nicer to me while I fuck you like this.”

“You know me better than that.”

And he does. In the bedroom, where he knows how to press every button, and outside of it, while standoffish at times, he can tell exactly how you feel in any given moment. It’s about your tells, the slightest upturn of your lip or furrow of brow or twitch of fingers. Maybe, even without cards, this is a poker game… where he’s your partner and your opponent, knowing exactly how you play the game, your strengths and weaknesses… He certainly knows how to bring you to the edge quickly.

“You close, sweetheart?” He grins, “You gonna cum on my cock?”

“Billy-“ you whisper, “so good, Billy.”

“I know,” he smirks now, cocky and sure of himself.

This is how it starts, just a fleeting thought, then it builds… that first sensation of being on the edge, that knowledge that it’s coming - and soon - the steady build of pleasure that only he can give you…

“I’m close sweetheart,” he tells you, “You gotta- fuck- cum before I do, or not at all.”

“Fucker,” you grit your teeth, tugging his hand from your clit to replace it with your own, not giving him the chance to steal this orgasm from you.

It builds and builds, a pressure in your cunt and in your chest, it’s coming, it’s coming - you’re cumming, spasming around him with a rasping cry of his name as wave after wave hits you, until you land on his chest, trying desperately to catch your breath as his thrusts continue to knock them out of you, every exhale accompanied by a jolt to your spot as he works you through it and then focuses on himself…

“Ahh!” He moans, and with one last thrust he lets go, cum spurting inside you and coating your insides with him like a primal declaration of ownership.

You lay together, still connected, and get your breath back, then you roll off him, both on your backs.

He turns his head, grins, “thank you sweetheart, that was…”

“Yeah.” You breathe, “it was.”

~~~

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tojiaesth · 3 years

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boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

��Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

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katmoonz · 3 years

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My Little Masterpiece

Pairing: Artist!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: fluff, mention of reader feeling aroused, hints of sexual activity after this story but none included in the writing, pure fluff, use of pet names (if I’ve missed anything out feel free to let me know x)

Notes: this is different to what I usually write so it may be a little shorter than usual, I have an idea for another Artist!Sirius fic that I’m going to start writing in the next few days, (warning though, it’ll be pure smut)

“Grrrr” you hear, a paintbrush flies past your head. Sirius lets out an annoyed sigh and he starts to pace back and forth across your small apartment, his hands tugging on his hair in frustration.

You lower the book that you’re reading looking up at him from below your lashes. It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to end up frustrated at his work but it was rather odd for him to start throwing things. It takes another growl from your frustrated lover for you to put the book aside.

“Baby” you call from the couch, he doesn’t seem to hear you as he starts to rummage through his art supplies. you make your way over to him, standing behind him you put your hands on his shoulders, he jumps and turns to face you.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to get angry” he apologises, Sirius never likes to show anger around you as he wants to be your protector and not a feared figure, god knows he’s had enough of those for one lifetime.

Sirius wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, he rubs your back gently.

You relax in his embrace, closing your eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh. You feel Sirius above you start to calm down, you reopen your eyes and look up at him. “Why were you so upset?” You ask.

Sirius pulls away from you, he wanders over to where his brush landed and picks it up, twirling it around his fingers he sits on the floor, his back against the couch. After a minute of silence he looks up at you, he pats the floor next to him signalling that you should sit next to him, you do so and lean against his shoulder.

Sirius lets out a sigh, he stops twirling the paintbrush and runs a hand over his face. “I’ve run out of canvases” he explains, “I could’ve sworn I had a spare but I can’t find it and it’s too late to go out to buy more”

There is a frown upon his face and you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Being as hyperactive and emotional as he is, he uses art as his outlet, if he doesn’t have that outlet it feels like his world is crashing down around him.

You try to think of a way to help him, he is right though it’s currently midnight and all of the art supply stores would have closed several hours ago.

As you desperately wrack your mind you think back to something he said a few days ago. You were coming out of the shower and hadn’t bothered wrapping a towel around yourself, Sirius being the sweetheart that he is had put down his sketchpad to pull your naked form into his lap, “mmm” he hummed into your neck, “you’re beautiful puppy, you’re a fucking masterpiece, I wish I could have you on display like this all the time”

Turning to look at Sirius’ lost face you make a decision, “I have an idea” you exclaim excitedly straddling his lap. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “what baby?” he asks.

“You don’t need a canvas to paint on, you can just use me”

Surprised at your proposition he raises a brow, “Are you sure baby?”

You nod excitedly “please, I’m really bored and I hate to see you upset”

Cupping your face in his hands he places a gentle kiss on your lips “You’d have to lay on the floor love, I don’t think that paint on our bed is a good idea”

“That’s okay, I love watching you work so I don’t think it’d be that uncomfortable”

“Okay my little masterpiece” he pats your butt moving you off his lap before standing, he walks over to his paint before looking over his shoulder at you. “C’mon puppy strip”, you start to remove your clothes as Sirius gathers his supplies, he watches as you remove your panties and finally stand naked before him.

“Fuck” he whispers staring at your naked form, “would it be a cop-out to say that my painting is complete?” He asks

You giggle stepping forward and kissing him “I love you”

“I love you too pup, c’mon lie down for me” he points to a clear spot on the floor. You lay yourself down on the floor in your living room, Sirius stands over you with a palette in one hand and a brush in the other, he has a spare brush behind his ear. Biting his lip, he looks down at you before getting down to your level and straddling your waist.

His eyes scan your body for a second before he dips his brush into some paint and brings it down to your breast. The brush is cold and wet, you flinch at how unexpectedly cold the paint is, you quickly become used to it and you watch as his brush dips into the different colours. Your breath catches in your throat as the brush swirls over your nipples.

Instead of looking down at what he’s painting you watch his face. Sirius’ tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, he looks so calm and relaxed while running his paintbrush over the curves of your body. Out of your peripheral, you see flashes of blue.

The feeling of Sirius sitting on your waist pressing you down with his weight is very arousing, you feel your pussy start to dampen. Sirius’ curls are pinned up in a bun, a few strands have fallen out and they surround his face.

Sirius moves back, shifting so that he is now straddling your knees so that he can paint on your pelvis. Your pussy starts to throb slightly, you slightly move your thighs together to try and relieve the ache, he tuts “Don’t move puppy, we’re almost finished”

Sirius starts to bring the brush to your vulva, your breath starts to get heavy, staying still taking its toll on you as you want nothing more than to move his hand lower to play with your clit.

“Done”, Sirius leans back to admire his work, the soft glow of the overhead light is shining upon you as if you’re on a wall in an art gallery.

“Do you wanna see pup?” He asks, a twinkle in his eye. You nod enthusiastically, “yes please”

“Okay, give me a minute, I need a picture of my angel looking like a complete masterpiece” he walks back to his desk to grab a camera, standing over you being careful not to catch his shadow in the shot he takes a few pictures of you”

After returning the camera to the desk he leaves to wash his hands, before returning to you to get you off the floor.

Sirius stands over you and reaches out a hand to one of your own, he helps you get up off the floor before turning you to face the bathroom. Standing behind you he places his hands over your eyes and tells you to walk.

“C’mon baby, just a few more steps, no peeking” he guides you into the bathroom to stand before the mirror.

“Are you ready?” He asks excitedly. Without waiting for a reply he starts counting down “3...2...1…” he removes his hands and watches your face in the mirror as you take in his work.

“So?”

You gasp as you take in the different shades of purple and blue that have been carefully blended into your skin, he’d painted the night sky with a couple of different constellations. “it’s so pretty” you say in awe.

“Not as pretty as you m’love” he replies still watching you in the mirror

You turn around to look into his eyes, “no seriously, it’s incredible if only you’d done it on an actual canvas so that it could be put on a wall”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, my masterpiece on a wall” he looks down upon your still naked body. “Y’know we might not be able to display it but there’s still a way to get it on a wall”

“How?” You ask, wondering what plan he’d come up with

Sirius presses a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back when you try to deepen it. Grabbing your waist he turns you around to look at the shower, he leans into your ear to whisper “we need to wash the paint off and you deserve a reward for being such a good girl”

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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Nat... 👉👈 since requests are open can I please request some Gojo fluff? If you need a little inspo maybe like, reader and him meet after they were abroad for a mission or something? I'm in love with this funky man and I just wanna give him kiths

sweet tooth - gojo x reader, sfw, 2.5k

the early bird catches the worm. or the cake, you guess.

(just a lot of talking about food tbh . . . i dont get to write pure sfw fluff much, thank u for letting me indulge in my jjk brainrot NFJVND. gn reader! )

You know as well as anyone how little free time a jujutsu sorcerer has. You’ve spent most of your past few years rushing around from place to place, calling it a good night’s rest when you manage to fall amongst your coverings before the clock strikes three in the morning. You think this probably has to go double for somebody in such a constant state of being needed as Gojo – but still, he’d shown up outside your room this morning, bright and early, and said; “We’re going out!”

He hadn’t mentioned that you were still clad in pyjamas, your hair still a mess about your face, eyes still sleep and shadowed. You had jumped out of bed at the knock, of course – you’re used to being needed at the drop of a hat – but there is nothing at all in the way Gojo is looking at you to suggest there’s any kind of danger brewing.

He got in last night at the same time as you, after an exorcism had dragged on longer than expected – you know this. So how is his skin still glowing like moonlight, his voice still so bright, his hair still falling over his blindfold in that effortless perfectly-styled-without-being-styled way?

If he’s slept, he’s gotten the same hour and fifteen minutes you’ve gotten.

“Not even a warning?” You sigh, stifling a yawn. “I haven’t had time to clean my weapons or anything--”

“Woah!” Gojo’s grin doesn’t fade, but he holds up his hands as if he’s trying to avoid a savage attack. “Just you and me. No curses, promise. You won’t be needing those.” He cocks his head to the side. “Unless you wanna try and take me. I think you’d lose!”

Your brow furrows. You know you’d lose, and so does he.

“Have you seen the time?” You ask him, instead. You don’t question why or how he’d gotten into the hallway to stand like this outside of the room you’re renting in Tokyo for a while. You’ve learnt after knowing him for a while that what Gojo wants, he gets – besides. If he’d sweet-talked your landlady into letting him in, you couldn’t blame her for falling for his charms.

He sticks his head into your room and turns his face towards the clock on the wall, ticking merrily away, mocking you. You had hoped, after last night, the next time you saw a clock the hour hand would be well past twelve again. He pulls back.

“Now I have.”

“. . . aren’t you tired?”

Gojo shrugs, maddeningly. Half of what he does is irritating to the highest degree – the other half makes your stomach do strange somersaults that you try and push away. Getting a crush on Gojo Satoru is just going to lead to disaster. Although at this point, you have to admit to yourself that it’s more a case of ‘having a crush’ – there’s not much denying it, when he twinkles at you like this.

“You’ve gotten a good hour of beauty sleep,” he chirps. “Not that you need it. Let me take you out!”

You’re still focussing on the compliment, slipped into his words as if it’s as simple as breathing, when he enters your room full-on and is opening your wardrobe.

“H-hey,” you say, weakly. He’s rifling through the rack without a care in the world. “I—I can dress myself--”

“It’s quicker if I do it,” he replies, pulling out one of your favourite shirts. “Here, catch--!” Your reflexes allow you to not make a fool of yourself in front of him. “The colour of that one’s pretty! It’ll look nice on you.”

You’ve had more clothes piled into your arms before you can blink. You guess that Gojo must know his way around clothes – you’ve seen some of the brands and price tags of things he wears – but you can’t help but be a little flabbergasted by just how casual he is about everything. Maybe it’s the fact that your brain is still short-circuiting after being woken up earlier than you were expecting.

He finishes and walks over to you.

“I’ll wait outside.”

“W-what a gentleman,” you manage, and he throws his head back and laughs, and the laugh feels like it lodges warm in your chest. “After waking me up, bursting into my bedroom--”

“I’ll pay for everything,” he promises. He saunters out of your room, pulling the door closed behind him, calling; “I’ll make it up to you, promise!”

You stand there for a few more moments, still struggling to process the whirlwind that is Gojo’s presence in your life – half joking, half serious, half making you think that maybe you stand a chance, when he calls through the door;

“I can’t hear you moving!”

You jump. You wriggle out of your nightwear, your cheeks heating up, as you snap back;

“You said you were going to wait out there, not that you were going to press your ear to it and listen like some kind of stalker--!”

–

You stare in confusion at the fancy window in front of you, decorated with swirling cursive in gold. From outside, you can see into the establishment – the white scrollwork chairs, the cake stands, the menus standing up in their pale white leather covers. The early morning sunlight from outside is reflecting off a perfectly organised display case teeming with tiny little perfectly formed cakes.

“If you were craving something sweet,” you say, eventually, “surely there was an easier way to get it than this.”

Gojo grabs your arm cheerfully, pulling you towards the entrance of the patisserie.

“Well, I got the first sweet thing I was craving,” he ticks it off with his other hand. “But then I had one of my patented brainwaves.” He elbows you. “Put them both together!”

“I’m not feeling very sweet after you interrupted my sleep,” you mumble, but you know that there’s no real bite in your words. You hope Gojo doesn’t notice the reaction that you have – you know he’d never let it go. You often don’t know how to respond to his flirting – he has a reputation, after all, and you are just . . . you.

“We had to get here early, anyway,” he says, as he stands before the counter. The man in the apron and chef hat behind it recognises him immediately, lighting up – you wonder how much money Gojo spends on expensive patisserie. Everyone knows he has a sweet tooth. “They sell out of some of the best stuff well before ten!”

Gojo knows exactly what he’s doing as he points out various desserts from the display case, the man falling over himself to get the – frankly absurd amount of sweets – carefully packaged up for him. You’re not surprised, knowing Gojo, about the cute animal-shaped cakes that he chooses, the smiling bears and cats with ears made of sliced strawberries. You’re a little more surprised by all of the fancier pieces he chooses that you don’t recognise, but you don’t have much time for dwelling on it.

Spoils in hand, you peer further into the establishment to choose a table.

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Gojo says cheerfully. “We’ll find somewhere outside to sit. It’s such a nice morning!”

You don’t miss the grin he shoots you as he says ‘morning’, the sidelong tip of his head as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll scold him again for interrupting your sleep. You do no such thing, content to be pulled along behind him again as he goes off in search of a place to enjoy his spoils.

People just tend to be pulled along by Gojo’s magnetism, you’ve discovered – and you are, hopelessly, no different.

He finds a quiet bench in a shady corner of one of the local parks; the only other people going past occasional elderly, walking their little dogs. He pats the wooden frame of the bench next to him, smiling.

“You’re not going to make me eat all of this by myself, huh?”

“It’s enough for eight people,” you say, sighing and resigning yourself to your fate as you take the place. He’s lucky you have a sweet tooth too; if he’d brought someone else, they’d probably be shirking back in horror at all the sugar. “You could probably eat it by yourself anyway.”

He pouts.

“I want to share it with you,” he says, cajoling – his fingers hover over one of the smaller cakes, a perfect bite-sized morsel. You try not to think about the elegant lines of his fingers and the power behind them as he plucks it up and offers it to you. “This one’s really good.”

You bring up your hand to take the sweet from him, but he laughs as your fingers bounce away from him, not quite able to get a purchase.

“Let me feed you,” he says to you, and blood rushes to your face all over again.

“I—I can feed myself,” you say, swallowing thickly. Gojo’s smile, on full, sculpted lips, makes butterflies crash into one another in the pit of your stomach.

He brings the treat to your mouth and he’s right, it does look really good. It’s a neat little roll cake, small in Gojo’s fingers, with the green colouring so many sweets you’ve eaten in Japan have been – you hope it’s not matcha, knowing the flavour will surprise you and Gojo will probably laugh, but you open your mouth in defeat and let Gojo pop it in there. His fingers linger a little too long against your lips, his expression fluttering so quickly you don’t quite catch it.

If you didn’t know better . . . you’d say that he had just fought back a blush.

“Is it good?” He asks, and his voice sounds a little strangled. You bite down on the cake, the juice of the strawberries coating your tongue – it is matcha, but the flavour is offset by the sweetness of the vanilla and fruits, and you’re glad about it. You nod enthusiastically, and he laughs.

“I told you!” He taps your cheek. “I know what I’m talking about!”

“You’re so smug,” you tell him, unable to hold back the laughter that’s bubbling out of you. Alright, maybe he woke you up too early and maybe he’s dragged you outside and maybe he’s been haunting your daydreams for months now, but . . . you think he means well. And you can’t deny that the sun is shining and the cakes are really delicious.

“If you were me,” he says, stretching out his arms over the back of the bench, “you would be smug too.” You shake your head at him, but he has a satisfied smile on his face. “Feed me one!”

“Are you going to let me?” You ask. “Or are you just going to bounce it away with your Infinity to make fun of me?”

You hover over the selection yourself, considering what to choose for him. In the end, you go for one of the mini slices of mille crepe cake, reasoning with yourself that even if it’s unusual to be eating so much cake this early, at least crepes are a traditional breakfast. Gojo obediently opens his mouth wider as you lift the slice.

You falter.

“You really want me to feed you?” You ask him, unsure. He laughs, grabbing ahold of your wrist – you almost start as he takes a bite from the treat, his lips tantalisingly close to your fingers. Another bite, and the cake is gone (you’ve never seen slices of mille crepe so small – but then again, judging by the eye-watering amount Gojo paid for his spoils, you’d never be able to afford to buy from a place like that).

“Mm,” he smacks his lips together. “It’s good.”

You swallow, noticing that there’s a smear of the cream between layers at the corner of his mouth. Gojo notices you staring, and quirks his lips into a smirk. “You’re staring,” he says. “I know I’m gorgeous, but--”

“You’ve got . . .” You say, awkward, motioning to his face. Somehow, it feels too intimate to lean forward and dab it away yourself – he’d asked you to feed him, after all. If you did it of your own accord. . .

“Huh? Oh,” He moves one of the arms casually draped over the bench to his face, and you think he is going to wipe it away – but instead, he hooks his thumb under his blindfold, pushing it up casually so the light hits the swirling colours in his eyes.

You’ve seen them before, of course – you’ve seen Gojo at work, after all – but they’re still a surprise, a bright moment of swirling starshine dropped on you when you’re least expecting it. Your stomach does that flip-flop again, the one that you try so hard to ignore – but when he’s looking at you like that, curious and smug all at once, you don’t really know how to handle it.

You’re glad you’re in a secluded spot. There’s nobody to see the embarrassing display of you not quite knowing what to do with yourself.

“You can get it,” he says to you. “I don’t mind.”

“I—”

“Look.” His other hand rises, cups your face, thumb ghosting across the same spot on your cheek that he’d tapped earlier. “I left icing sugar on your face. I’ll get that, and then we’ll be even.”

(Did he do that on purpose, you wonder? You wouldn’t be surprised.)

Your hand is trembling as you reach for the cream. You try and force your fingers to be still as you lean in closer to him, eyes concentrated, as you wipe the little splotch of cream from his mouth. You’re so close you can see galaxies in his eyes, the fan of white lashes, the way that his throat bobs when he swallows as if he’s nervous--

Nervous? Gojo? That can’t be true.

“I got it,” you breathe, though you don’t move. Your faces are so close together. You could lean forward, just a bit, and meet his lips with your own. Gojo’s eyes stay trained on you, not faltering in the least. His thumb is still on your cheek. Your own finger hasn’t moved from the corner of his mouth.

“Wanna know what it tastes like?” Is that a falter, in his voice? You’re stuttering all over the place, but Gojo--

“I’m not gonna put that in my mouth after it’s been on your face,” you tell him, without moving. Your heart is beating ten to the dozen. Gojo’s eyes crinkle at the corners.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says – and he breaks the distance himself, and suddenly he is kissing you. The hand on your cheek cupping your face into his, the other hand going about your waist, holding you tightly against him like he’s been wanting to do it since the moment he woke you up that morning.

(The mille crepe cake is delicious, you find out, from the lingering taste on his lips. Next time you two go there in the early morning rush, Gojo buys two slices.)

#writing #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sfw #please take this from me so i dont have to look at it anymore fnjkbgfnb #this just made me... hungry....#magnolia-penn #jjk writing tag

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