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i. "we were both young when i first saw you" | Sam Monroe
Pairing: older brother's best friend!Sam x fem!reader
Summary: You never liked your older brother's friends, they were always mean to you; kicking your seat on the bus, pulling your hair, and tricking you. You made it your mission to stay away from them, expect for one who is the first to treat you nicely.
Warnings: None! Just a cute little teenage romance <3
Word count: 851
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Older brother's best friend!Sam who you’ve known since you were 12 and he was 14. You remember your brother first coming home from his first day of high school talking about a really cool guy in his english and history class, someone named Sam Monroe. Of course you didn’t really care for your older brother's friends, in fact, you had a bit of a personal vendetta against all of them for the pranks and tricks they pulled on you when you were younger. Even now you try to avoid them and their attempts to give you a wet willy and a flick on the forehead. You were also at the age where boys were simply scary, especially older ones who were friends with your older brother.
So when the time came that your brother invited Sam over to hang out after school, you hid in your room for as long as possible and tried to finish your school work. But it was difficult to focus when you could just feel the presence of another boy in your home. And it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that you couldn’t go out into the kitchen for a snack in fear that you would run into one of your brother’s friends. They were just so demeaning, they never missed out on the chance to remind you that you’re younger and dumber than them.
You checked the time, 11:37. Surely everyone in the house is asleep, you thought. Quietly, you stepped out of your room into the kitchen, wanting your trip for your sweet tart ropes and water to be fast. But frustration and anger very quickly took over when you couldn’t find the candy you bought with your own money.
“What’re you looking for?” A voice you didn’t recognize said behind you. In the short second before you turned around, you felt your blood run cold and mind go blank. And it became worse when you looked at him, he was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. He was leaning against the doorway with an intense stare, and what caught your eye was the blue streak in his hair. He looked so cool. With all the courage you can muster up, you speak.
“My candy, I bought sweet tart ropes earlier and can’t… find them.” Your words are quiet, you don’t want to wake anyone up but the boy in front of you is the main reason. At your reply he stands to his full height with a frown.
“Your brother said I could have ‘em, shit, I’m sorry.” And what was strange was that he really looked like it.
“It’s okay,” It really wasn’t, you were still mad. But you just wanted the whole interaction to be over, he was too cute in your eyes to continue any sort of conversation. You wouldn’t be able to speak properly if this went on. So you went back to your room right after, setting aside your homework for tomorrow because you couldn’t get him out of your mind. Although it was only a minute with him, he had shown more kindness than any of your brother's friends, or any boy in fact. And you held on to that very small moment.
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You rarely saw him for your entire eighth grade school year, of course you would. He wasn’t your friend, only someone you had a little bit of a crush on. But the times you did have together, dispite it being small, were special to you.
Like when he listened to you complain about your insufferable science teacher, “That guy’s a fucking asshole.” His vulgarity is a part of him that always makes you laugh.
“Shh, Sam!” You’re smiling as you bring your pointer finger to your lips, telling him to quiet down, “my parents are in the other room.” At that his eyes widened and head turned to where you’re pointing.
“Okay, I’ll stop. But seriously, I was also in his class and he was the worst, he always picked on me”
As much as you cared for Sam, he was a troublemaker, and you asked if he did anything to warrant that treatment.
“Well, yeah but what does that have anything to do with it?” And before you can answer he poked your side, making you yelp, and ran off.
Or when you first saw him with the piercing right below his bottom lip, “you like it?” You only nodded your head before bolting to your room and shoving your face into the pillow.
And when their freshman class was having a dance, he knocked on your door that night asking if you had any black eye shadow to put on him. The application was messy, since he decided he wanted it literally at the last minute and your brother was yelling for him from the living room to hurry. When you were done and got a good look at his face you blushed. In combination with his piercing, dyed hair, makeup, and suit, you got butterflies and wanted to be the one who he took to the dance.
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This one was written for my younger self who wanted an emo boyfriend. I think I might do another part simply for myself. Hopefully this reaches the hayden christensen part of tumblr. Please leave a comment, I love reading them <333 banner is by @dollywons
#hayden christensen#hayden christensen x reader#haden christensen x fem!reader#hayden christensen imagine#hayden christensen fluff#hayden christensen x you#hayden christensen fanfiction#life as a house#sam monroe#sam monroe x reader#sam monroe fluff#sam monroe x you#sam monroe imagine#sam monroe x y/n#hayden christensen x y/n
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HHU reaction to being called pretty by their lover
kyy note//: i barely have anything on my mind to write and im not getting no motiv so please give me mercy 😞😞
seungcheol: you both have been watching a movie for some time now, chilling on the couch. you’re lying on his lap with a blanket atop you while he strokes you hair and looks up upon the tvs motions. you start to stare at him, being entranced by your boyfriends beauty. his jawline, his big, pretty, doe eyes blinking softly every now and then. the way he’s built gives you butterflies, it reminds you of all the times he’s picked you up and held you all types of ways. a smile reaches your face. he looks down at you and see you smiling and tilts his head a bit. “what’s got you all smiley, baby?” he says with a slight laugh. “cheolie, you’re so pretty,” you say with a sigh. “it’s almost unfair.” he smiles a bit his cheeks warming up some. “me? pretty?” he says after looking around a bit with fake confusion. you lean up out of your position and giggle. “yes you dork.” you say before you pull him into a sweet kiss, your hands caressing his face as you both share the kiss. you smile before you pull away, opening your eyes to him trying to chase your lips. he forms a pout with his lips and frowns then chuckles. “let your pretty boy kiss you more.” he says before pulling you back in for another sappy kiss.
wonwoo: you guys are playing your favorite game together on nintendo and are taking turns on one whole console. you said whoever loses this round has to clean the dishes and it sure as hell won’t be you. you feel you did great in your run in the game and you gave the console back to wonwoo, feeling confident. it’s about 1 minute into wonwoo’s run and he’s looking a bit too concentrated, and his score is getting higher by the second. shit, you can’t let him win. luckily you have a bit of tricks up your sleeve and you’re not afraid to use them. you reach over to him and blow in his ear, not gaining a reaction from him. you roll your eyes. you’re gonna have to do more than that. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. he looks up and you with a confused look before you start eyeing his neck. luckily you know where his sweet spots are! you lean in and place open mouthed kisses on his sweet spot, him groaning out and looking up at you. “what do you think you’re doing…” he says lowly. “im sorry you’re just so pretty won!” you say with a smirk. he tilts his head at you and smiles. you lean in and kiss him, murmuring, ‘pretty boy’ against his lips. he groans louder against your lips at the name before you pull away and giggle. you look down at the game before he can, laughing out a little, “oopsie!” “what do you mean—i can’t believe you.” you both look down again and see a game over screen that also says player 1 wins! “those dishes are waiting for you won!” you say as you leave his lap and rush out of the room.
mingyu: you wake up to something smelling really good, your instinct making you follow the smell. it leads you to the kitchen where mingyu is by the stove cooking. his tall figure in a little pink apron saying ‘kiss the cook’, and a cute pink bow that you put in his hair earlier that day. how adorable he looked. you waddled up to him with a smirk and wrapped your arms around his waist in a back hug. “goodmorning babe,” he says to you sweetly. “im making dinner for us!” he looks over to you with a smile on his face. “goodmorning pretty boy,” you say with a smile. for some reason the gears turn in his head. the praise getting to his head. “you look too cute in your little apron and bow.” you smirk before smacking his butt and walking away. he yelps and blushes hard. he feels really speechless after that interaction, his mouth open, but nothing coming out. “I…” he stuttered out. he continues to make dinner, his mind rushing with lots of different thoughts. he’s definitely gonna get back at you later.
vernon: here you both sit having a staring contest, him obviously winning. you don’t even remember how you got to this position, this situation in total. he’s sitting there, stotic expression just with a small grin on his lips. surprisingly, you’re not fighting for you life and actually have a calm face on, your eyes barely affected. you actually know how to play this game. “you don’t look very confident on winning, nonnie.” you say with a soft giggle. “im doing perfectly fine sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” funny he thinks he’s gonna win this game. his ego seems to be so high, not for long! (hopefully) you bring your hand to his thigh and tiptoe your fingers up and down it. “you’re honestly unbelievable, vernon,” you spill out. “wait what did i—“ “you’re so pretty nonnie~~” you giggle out. he blinks. a large smile pulls at your lips. “wooohoo!!” you yell out. “that was unfair, i want a rematch” he says with a smirk. “nope! i won fair and square!” you say after ruffling his hair and getting up. he scoffs and smiles at you before following you out the room.
kyy note//: also thanks to that one person who submitted a request for the seonghwa fic, it’s started! 3 paragraphs in💗😛
#seventeen x reader#seventeen hhu#seventeen#idol x reader#svt x reader#kyydreamies7#kyy’s dribble drabbles#svt hhu#hansol vernon chwe#choi seungcheol#jeon wonwoo#kim mingyu
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Prepare for a very long wordvomits from yours truly (or just ignore)
The thing about me being so frickin obsessed with luffy and zoro's relationship is that... i just think they really are that compatible and perfect for each other in a way that they just, makes sense
Like yeah i think one or two ships involving zoro and luffy (other than zolu/luzo) are cute or at least ok, but like the amount of love i have for them is like dust compared to my love for zolu:"D And if i'm being reallyy honest, personally i can't really imagine zoro being with someone else that's not luffy IF luffy is present in his life and vice versa?, like for example i think *insert other luffy ship* is cute, but like zoro can't be present in luffy's life for that ship to actually work for me?? So it's gotta be an alternative universe where they don't meet... I can appreciate the fanarts of the other luffy and zoro ships though, as long as they are not insanely wayyy too out of character?? (i just don't actively seek out content of ships that i'm not crazy about)
Not to state the obvious but luffy is my favorite character in one piece:) and right after him, unsurprisingly it's zoro (zoro used to be my number one when i was younger but now he is number two, but i'm sure zoro is fine with me loving his captain just a little bit more, haha)
When it comes to the ships involving my favorite character(s)... i am actually suuuper picky about it? i have to think very deeply about it, like i only want what's best for them, but also the best for the other person too cuz it can't be one sided! And i literally love both luffy and zoro almost equally? (actually i always love the two characters that i ship cuz i can't ship my favorite character with someone that i dislike) With zoro and luffy i've done a lot of thinking. Like, a lot. I thought about all of their potential love interests, every single one of them, but always arrived at the same conclusion that no one completes them the way they complete each other. Proof? Plz just scroll through my tumblr #zolu or #luzo i literally only talk about their relationship😭 They really are the most perfect person for each other. It's almost like they were made for each other? Everything about them, their principles, their personalites, they just fits
Like they are so insane, because at a surface level they can be interpreted as just platonic (which is a completely fine interpretation for the non zolu people out there!), but when you try to look more into it, on a deeper level, looking at every part of their interactions while considering their characterizations, motivations et cetera, like everything just clicks. Their devotion towards each other, all the little things they say and do relating to each other. They are best friends, they are the captain and the first mate, and maybe they are also something a lil bit more? Sometimes i don't even think i can label their relationship, cause from the outside… their relationship looks so simple, yet not without depth (so much depth!) and nuance. With zolu, you either get them or don't get them at all. One thing for sure is that they work really well together!!
Also, everytime i think about zolu as just friends.. but then i compare my relationship with my best friend(s) to luffy and zoro's relationship... and i don't know, if my best friend treats me the way zoro and luffy treat each other? I fear i will have to drop the "what are we?" question. I'm so serious, like that man? zoro?? He is enamored. Completely whipped- bewitched, body and soul. While on luffy's side, his way of expressing love is more subtle, but i've talked about that before here.
They say there's a thin line between love and hate... but there's also a thin line between platonic and romantic love, and maybe that's why one of my favorite tropes in ships is the one where they start out as friends... (harurin from free, bakudeku, pegoryu, fluri, soriku, cloti, cleon, kimron, percabeth, kataang, lumity, appledash, katyana, korrasami, harlivy, etc #friendstolovers ftw!)
Like luffy and zoro... The god personified and the non believer. Oda is literally so insane for that..
One is very carefree and easy to put his trust in others. And the other is the more rigid one and needs to slowly build his trust. One is the more emotional one. The other is the stoic and more composed one. They share the same values, the same braincells, they can communicate and understand each other even without having to say much.
Their colors complement each other, their zodiac signs are compatible, their personalites can be quite contrasting but they actually blend perfectly. They are different but also the same. No one makes zoro smile as much as luffy, no one else luffy likes to lean on as much as he likes to lean and rely on zoro. No one makes zoro worry as much as luffy, even though luffy himself is very strong. No one luffy trusts with his crew as much as he trusts them with zoro, and his nakama means everything to luffy. They are the happiest when they are together.. fighting side by side, laughing with each other, talking with each other... They respect and understand each other the most. They are just so insane and i am also insane and-
They are the only two strawhats with twin numbers for their birth dates and months. The only two strawhats with CoC. The only two strawhats fighting for the greatest titles (pirate king and world's greatest swordsman respectively) they are the only two strawhats with a lot of parallels (let it be between each other like the hero talk in fishman island, or with the other captains and their first mates, which i kinda(?) have talked about before, here).
Zoro's the only member of his crew that luffy actually tries to find (he doesn’t stumble upon him like how he does with the rest of the strawhats) Zoro is the first person in canon that we see luffy enthusiastically feel it's okay to share his meal with. The first person outside of his family (i consider shanks and his crew, dadan, and makino as part of his found family!) that he cries and worries for (baratie arc). Zoro is the first person that he mentions when he splits up with his crew and the first one he calls whenever they meet again (alabasta, skypiea, punk hazard, zou, etc)
Zoro is luffy's anchor especially during difficult times (e.g. water7), he is luffy's voice of reason (e.g. pre-egghead), and luffy often listens to him (like when zoro gives luffy his assessment of a situation and how he thinks they should handle the situation and luffy immediately agrees to his plan)
And kinda random but meat is like the perfect food for beer! luffy's perfect for zoro!! Meat paired with the right beer can amplify each other's flavors. Even their favorite food (luffy) and drink (zoro) complement each other, like oda are you serious?? and the crazy thing is i'm pretty sure i haven't written down all the things that make me crazy about them
From their deal in shells town, then BOOM! zoro's sacrifice in thriller bark, all the way to luffy's blush, the iconic hug, and whatever tf that "if you're gonna invite our captain to hell, i'll come along as well" // "sorry... now you have no reason to die" bs in wano
Like how can i be normal about the two characters whose dreams have already merged into one that they can no longer achieve their dreams without each other by their side? i'm on my knees crying thinking about the bond between luffy and zoro-
#zolu#luzo#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece#like whoaa wordsdump go brbrrr#im like insane about them that words arent enough to express how insane i really am about them#and i didn't even think about opla zolu at all when writing this like#and opla zolu are also insane#like i luv them so much i want to combust#sksksksosohs#ok im normal now
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I imagine Deuce!Yutu is either A. The Ultimate Honor Student with perfect grades and a plsmile that makes old nannies and mothers swoon (Yutu: "Thanks, its because me and my parent are the local "weirdos" I had to overcorrect and become a golden child (':") OR B. just as bad as pre-NRC Deuce was, a gang member who'd jump anyone who'd look at him wrong (but still cried until he was sick when he watched My Girl (1991) behind Yuu's back. They told him not to because they knew it was sad, he didn't listen).
I imagine Yuu's main memory of Deuce to their Yutu was how much Deuce believed in self-improvement and redemption, always trying to be a better man, which either version of Yutu can't help but admire or respect, despite their complicated feelings over their absent father.
Upon meeting him in the "current" timeline as a student, A or B either can't help but give Pop's an A for effort, despite missing the goal sometimes or finds him a little cringe for being such a tryhard.
I had to google the movie you mentioned and got jump scared by it taking place in Pennsylvania. Pretty sure I have driven through the place it's supposed to be set before... and fuck just reading the synopsis made me cry I don't think I could watch it ;-; poor Yutu should have listened to his parent.
notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.
I feel like I have read too much Tokyo Revengers because... we can have both: an honor student with a delinquent mean streak sounds like a good set up for Deuce! Yutu. Not that I think he would behave like Kisaki does exactly, but still. Dylla mentions in the White Rabbit event that she wasn't on the best terms with her mother when she was a teen, and we know about how Deuce was in middle school, so the idea of Yutu having a bit of a temper and rebellious streak to him does make a degree of sense. Sadly, I think that extends to his interactions with Yuu... so things are about to be angsty on two fronts today.
Much like Deuce, Yutu was just the cutest baby. He loved all things cute and fluffy. Bunnies, kitties, puppy dogs, he was such a sweet little kid who really loved chasing around butterflies in the great outdoors. He really loved to read, and learned how to do so at a very early age. When Yuu was having a bad day he would pick out one of his favorite books and insist on reading them a bedtime story so they could take a nap without any nightmares. If he was especially worried he would bring his favorite nightlight with him.
Not that anyone would ever dare to suggest it given what Yutu is like now, but he was very afraid of the dark as a child. He still is, there's just something about the void that exists in the darkness that screams danger to him. When he's isekaid to Twisted Wonderland it evolves into an extreme fear of blot and phantoms. I'd like his unique magic to have something to do with light or stars, something inspired by the Second Star to the Right from Peter Pan? I think it would be cute for someone afraid of the dark to be able to provide their own light.
When Yutu reaches middle school there's a noticeable change in his relationship with you. He's still polite, still bringing home good grades and unoffensive comments from his teachers. But he's a bit cold, as if he is purposefully putting emotional distance between you. His friends all treat you respectfully, but you just have a feeling, left over from somewhere, that you know what is likely going on but you can't put your finger on what. He gets angry when you try to ask questions, yelling something about how you just don't understand, maybe even throws in something about this being your fault...
I wrote about Riddle! Yutu having some fights with Yuu, but Deuce! Yutu's fights are so much worse. While Riddle! Yutu typically comes out of his room blubbering big fat tears ready to apologize, Deuce! Yutu feels the need to double down and save face. He does believe his parent has amnesia, he's seen how they act, but what he does not get is why they insist on feeling so fond of his dad and refuse to move on. In his mind their life could be a lot better if Yuu was willing to be honest with themselves about who his dad probably was. Yutu is very hung up on why Deuce felt the need to be redeemed, focusing on self improvement is all fine and good if you are someone worth redeeming but he's not around for Yutu to judge. And Yuu doesn't remember...
He's young, stupid, and angry, and he takes it out on anyone who looks at him wrong. What's worse for authority figures who want to help is that he's veeeery smart about how he does it. When he jumps someone you can bet there won't be cameras around to see it. When the police start troubling Yuu about what he's doing it's mostly just in the hope that they'll be able to talk some sense into their kid rather than to arrest Yutu or anything like that, but it doesn't work. Yutu gets to see the same thing that his dad did all those years ago, his parent crying because of his behavior but there's no grandparent Yuu is asking advice of. Since I am in the mood to be extra cruel, let's say the day that fight takes place, the day Yutu sees Yuu crying is the day he hears a very important name for the first time.
Deuce. His father's name is Deuce and the reason why he wasn't around was because he was from the other world that came to swallow up him and his parent the instant they began to remember. He doesn't get time to cover up the signs of his rebellion, or really a chance to say sorry. He has to look Grandpa Crewel in the face and admit that he made Yuu cry and added to the overly stressed mess their life had become. Everything they said about Deuce was true, and what's worse he was like him.
I feel like Deuce would be the sort of person who wanted to make a lot of home videos. Cater probably would be too, but he'd store most of them on his phone and I think that would be lost to time by the time his Yutu came home. Maybe it's because of the ghost camera, or his desire to be an "honor student" evolving into wanting to be an "honorable husband and father" but Deuce totally bought a video camera to take cheesy videos to show Yutu as he grew up. Instead the kid gets to see fragments of a life he could have had as he listens to his dad tell him about his life and how he met Yuu.
"Honestly I have no idea why they said yes." Deuce is a dork. A complete dork who looks so... young and life like in the video. He knows what features he took from Yuu but watching Deuce talk, he can pick up on the ticks, the way his mouth sets when determined. The look of shock that always made Yuu laugh, it bursts into view when he hears Yuu laugh as they enter the frame to snuggle into Duece's side, to press their face against his cheek with a happily contended sigh. "Y-yuu you're making me look uncool in front of the baby."
"He's not here yet!" You giggle and for the first time in a long time Yutu feels himself choking up as he watches his dad get all silly looking at the thought of his arrival.
"We're really looking forward to meeting you kiddo. I promise, nothing will ever happen to you. I'm not going anywhere."
"Well. Technically kept that last promise didn't you." He tries to play it off like a joke, but Crewel isn't laughing and neither is Yutu.
Gets put in Heartslabyul, but isn't exactly determined to be an honor student like his dad. While Deuce enjoys a good fight or the feeling of the wind in his hair... Yutu mostly got into fights because he was angry and needed someone to take it out on. Because of that temper he struggles with learning and controlling his magic but he still does pretty well with the practical academic side of things. He's proud of his ability to understand these things, and takes a lot of comfort in knowing his dad would be excited at knowing he was good at things like math and science.
Like with the other Heartslabyul boys, he had to fight his father's phantom. He sees putting Deuce to rest as part of his penance for how he treated Yuu in the years leading up to getting isekaid. He refuses to go back in time until he's able to lay this version of his father to rest next to Yuu so he can promise both of them, to their faces, that he'll create a world where they all can be together and live as a family.
Deuce is extremely friendly to Yutu! He wants to learn as much about Yuu's world as he can so he can help them feel as at home in Twisted Wonderland as possible. He makes sure to let Yutu know that extends to him too once Yuu warms up to having him in the friend circle, Uncle Ace is much less enthusiastic but it's clearly from a place of care towards Yuu. He starts to warm up when he sees Yutu trying his hardest to tutor Deuce, though he claims it's because he just thinks it's funny but really it's because Ace wants to see Deuce succeed.
Very correct on his feelings about Pops. His dad is so wildly cringe it's unreal. His effort is inspiring until he starts getting embarrassed for losing his temper and stuttering, or seven forbid you look at his grades. The more he interacts with both of you the more certain he becomes that Deuce would never have abandoned him... and that he is so getting grounded when Deuce learns about how he treated Yuu. And what's worse is that Yutu sort of wants him to.
Surprisingly that's not what happens at all. When Deuce learns who Yutu is, whether by sleuthing or through a violent confrontation with a monster from the future, when the whole story is laid out before him and his son bows to beg for his judgement it doesn't come at all. His Pops yanks him up by the collar and turns him towards Yuu.
"Say all of that again to your parent." Deuce's voice is as stern as it is serious. Yuu looks distraught, not quite to the point they were on the day everything changed but getting there as Yutu immediately breaks down and chokes, crying and begging for your forgiveness and saying he's sorry as Deuce brings all three of you together into a strong embrace. "I'm not the one you need to make things up to, but it's ok. I know exactly how you feel and we'll work through things together."
Deuce doesn't feel like he can be overly angry at Yutu for taking after him. He does feel the need to apologize to Yuu, profusely and in private, for putting them in so much danger and not being there to help Yutu work through his temper. If I was writing this as a story, I'd make Yuu sort of afraid of Yutu's feelings? I could see them blaming themselves and things being a bit awkward within their relationship with Yutu where they had been very good before the reveal. With Deuce being the loving and understanding partner that he is, the bridge is once again mended and the whole family gets to indulge in hobbies that aren't beating the shit out of other people.
Yutu gets back into reading, and starts looking up manuals and histories of blastcycles so he has something to talk to his dad about. He was right about his dad being extremely proud of him for being smart, he's that classic mechanic working class dad who can't stop talking about his kid who went to college and has pictures of him in his garage he makes sure to point out to everyone who comes in. Said person is really just Ace who really wants to make fun of Deuce and Yuu for being cringe together but is too focused on this whole world ending thing and wants everyone to be more focused on that.
Deuce promises that he is, he has a lot of confidence in the ability of your little group to be able to win against stacked odds. You've done it before you can do it again. Yutu couldn't have picked better allies, he's really determined to show him that and be a dad his son can be proud of. He repeats his promise to Yutu that he's never going anywhere, even though the kid never told him anything about the tapes because he really means it. He wants that world little Yutu dreamed of and older Yutu swore to fight for to be a reality, and it's his job as an honorable dad and future husband (he gets so flustered when he says that) to be the one on the front lines of fighting for it,
... just please please please do not tell Yutu about the egg incident. He doesn't think he could handle that embarrassment.
#<3 asks#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#deuce spade x reader#deuce spade x yuu#ace! yutu is a charming rogue like robin hood#deuce! yutu is like basil from the great mouse detective#this took forever as i was inflicted with some big sleepies but i think they're gone now? we shall see
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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 13)
Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love
When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.
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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji
Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst
Word Count: 5k
Playlist: Separation Anxiety
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
A little reminder for this chapter: In this AU, Shibuya and the Culling Game never happened.
Chapter 13
You've been my God, and when you're gone, I'm godless. But with my eyes closed, I'm still dancing in your love
(Godless by BANKS)
Yuuji's POV:
Yuuji feels like he is trapped in a nightmare. It's similar to the feeling he initially had when, all those months ago, he woke up in a room he didn't know, with all his memories gone. But the difference is that back then, the nightmare soon dissolved, and while things were still weird for the first few days, Yuuji soon felt comfortable and was able to adjust to the life that Sukuna showed him. The life that Yuuji believed was his.
But now, all that comfort and warmth is gone, ripped out of his hands and soul so cruelly. This is a nightmare Yuuji cannot wake up from.
He cannot bring himself to feel at home in this weird private school outside of Tokyo, surrounded by people he doesn't remember who keep telling him nightmarish things about curses and sorcerers and a fight between good and evil, which apparently Yuuji is part of.
A world in which Yuuji is the hero and Sukuna is the villain.
The first time they told him who Sukuna really is, Yuuji laughed hysterically. It seemed utterly insane. And yet, it matched the things Sukuna had said to him before he kicked Yuuji out.
The sorcerers showed Yuuji ancient records dating back over a thousand years, which talked about the strongest sorcerer of the Heian era. A King, a monster so terrifying and powerful that he was compared to a natural disaster.
The King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna.
A name that is still feared today, a name that stands for bloodshed and cruelty, an ancient evil that everyone wishes had never been awakened again.
But Sukuna came back. He came back through Yuuji. He lived inside Yuuji for years, shared a body with him, and entwined their souls.
And Yuuji can still feel it.
His hand automatically comes up to his chest, pressing it against the spot that always feels so hollow now, like something is missing there, like there is a wound inside him that aches and bleeds and yearns for that missing piece. He wonders if Sukuna can feel it, too.
Everything feels strange.
Yuuji knows he should be appalled. And he is. He feels sick when he hears the stories about Sukuna. But at the same time, he cannot let go of the doubts running through his mind. Because the man Yuuji lived with, isn't the same person those records talk about. This monster everyone warns him about isn't at all like the man waiting in that fancy penthouse apartment. That caring, funny, and loving man who made Yuuji so happy.
Of course, looking back, Yuuji has to admit that there were several things that seemed off. Things that seemed utterly ludicrous or made no sense if Yuuji tried to dig a bit deeper. He had been aware of those, but had decided to ignore them.
He can recall feeling uneasy around Sukuna at first. This weird feeling of being prey that got cornered by its predator, like an insect caught in a spider's web. It had made the hairs on Yuuji's arms stand up. But Yuuji had swallowed that uneasiness down, refused to show it, and bravely fought it with all his power. He didn't want to make the man who took him in and looked after him feel like Yuuji was scared of him. Yuuji didn't want to seem ungrateful. He didn't want to hurt the person who said he was Yuuji's boyfriend.
And after all, it simply never occurred to Yuuji that someone would make up a story like that just to keep him with them. So he ignored that weird feeling and told himself he was stupid for being wary. Because why should he be scared of his own boyfriend?
And soon, things felt different. Soon Yuuji felt drawn to Sukuna. Soon, he felt at ease around him. Soon, he really liked Sukuna. And he chided himself for thinking something seemed off in the beginning. Sukuna was sweet to him! He was caring and understanding and so patient with Yuuji and his recovery. He was the perfect boyfriend.
Looking back at it now, Yuuji knows that it was just part of the plan that was supposed to lead to his downfall. But was it really just that?
In the beginning, it probably was. But after that? After several months of living together? Didn't Sukuna seem really distraught and sick with worry when Yuuji got injured? Hadn't it been real love looking back at Yuuji out of those beautiful sapphire eyes when they made love during that thunderstorm?
When Yuuji thinks of Sukuna, he doesn't see red eyes and bloodshed. He doesn't see a cruel smirk, and violence. When Yuuji thinks of Sukuna, he sees a genuine smile and light blue eyes that were always so warm when they looked at Yuuji. He sees a warm, loving hand reaching out to him to hold him, to guide him, to take care of him.
The memories make Yuuji choke. Make him hug himself tightly as a deep longing fills him, so strong that it manifests in physical pain.
The people at the Jujutsu Academy try to tell him it is all just a lie, that the love he and Sukuna shared has never been real. But that's not how it feels to Yuuji.
Am I too naive? Was it really all just a game to Sukuna?
Yuuji cannot believe it, even after everything they told him. He is still haunted by the tenderness of the last kiss Sukuna breathed onto his cheek and the sadness written all over Sukuna's face when he pushed Yuuji away. That wasn't the face of a man who was just playing a cruel game. That was the face of someone who had his heart ripped out of his chest.
Yuuji wants to leave. He wants to go home.
It's not that the people here at the academy are mean to him. They aren't at all. Everyone is very nice to him. They look at him with eyes that hold empathy and sadness. Yuuji can easily believe that those people used to be his friends in a life he can't remember. Megumi and Nobara seem nice and truly worried about him. Yuuji is sure that in his former life, the three of them got along really well.
But even though he is convinced they mean well, he can't bring himself to accept any of it. Everything feels wrong now that everything he believed was true is suddenly revealed as a big lie.
His former teachers, now coworkers, try to re-introduce Yuuji to his life as a jujutsu sorcerer. They show him documents, pictures, and all kinds of twisted things that shouldn't even exist. And Yuuji asks a thousand questions. Sometimes, he receives sad smiles in return and no real answer. Other times, he gets the cold, hard truth that sends him spiraling even further and yet makes him feel strangely better because at least he knows they aren't holding things back from him.
He finds that the white-haired, tall guy, Gojo, is the most open about things. At times, what he tells Yuuji seems tactless and cruel, but Yuuji appreciates that someone tells him everything instead of treating him with kid gloves.
Gojo is also the one who answers Yuuji's most pressing question.
They are sitting at Gojo's desk. Various files are spread out on the table, reports about former missions. Yuuji's skin tingles unpleasantly anytime Gojo casually mentions how many victims there had been in each case.
The life of a jujutsu sorcerer seems to be filled with blood and death. Sorcerers have to kill, and it makes a feeling of dread wash over Yuuji, which gradually grows stronger and stronger until he can't take it anymore and he asks what has been plaguing him ever since they opened that first file,
"Did... did I kill someone, too?"
"Yes."
That single word makes black spots dance in front of Yuuji's eyes as he clenches his fists so tightly that his nails draw blood.
"You had to do it, Yuuji. Don't blame yourself for it. Those were people who got transfigured into something else completely. You gave them peace by doing it. You are a good person."
Yuuji can only huff at that. Just yesterday, he read about several clan heads getting murdered by Sukuna a thousand years ago, and the reports painted Sukuna as a ruthless monster. And now Yuuji listens to the deaths that were caused by his own hands, but the reports file it under a job well done, a success for humanity.
Blood is rushing in his ears.
Everyone here tells him that the sorcerers are on the good side and that they protect people. And, of course, Yuuji likes the thought of being a hero. He likes the thought of fighting evil. But the problem is that he is painfully becoming aware that things rarely are just as black and white as a lot of people seem to believe.
Yuuji's face twists in a pained grimace as he thinks of those horror movies he recently watched with Sukuna, The Human Earthworm series, and how Yuuji felt a strange sympathy for the monster. The series had touched him in a way that he wasn't able to explain, but maybe he is beginning to understand it now.
Is there 100% evil and 100% good? Who decides who is a monster?
Yuuji gulps hard as he thinks again about that one special file with his name on the front. The red one. The one that contains information about how he became part of the jujutsu society. The circumstances of his birth. How he was made to be the perfect vessel or, rather, the perfect cage for Sukuna. And the document that states that Yuuji was sentenced to death. He found out that it was only thanks to Megumi and Gojo that his execution had been suspended. But most members of the jujutsu society still refuse to see him as a human being. In their eyes, Yuuji is a monster, too.
Gojo's large hand reaches out and ruffles Yuuji's hair in what is supposed to be a soothing gesture. But Yuuji flinches away from it. The gentle touch reminds him too painfully of Sukuna.
He excuses himself and flees to his room, hiding in the bed that feels too small and too cold and too empty.
He switches on the TV in a desperate attempt to distract himself and drown out all the thoughts that keep torturing him. But unbidden, his mind wanders to memories of pink hair on black silk sheets, beautiful sapphire-colored eyes that look deeply into his, and strong, tattooed arms reaching out to hold him gently. Yuuji imagines he can still feel the warmth of those arms around him, and before he even realizes what he is doing, he hugs himself in an attempt to soothe the longing those memories cause.
No matter how fake things might have been in the beginning, the last few months with Sukuna had been wonderful.
They lived in their own little world. They only had each other and Uraume. But it was enough. It was perfect. Sukuna and Yuuji watched movies every night, they laughed together, they went on dates, they made love, they kissed for hours and drowned in each other's eyes, and Yuuji felt as close to Sukuna as he thinks one can possibly feel to another person. They were happy. They were in love. And Yuuji wants that back!
A strangled sob escapes his lips, and he pushes himself up into a kneeling position. His fist connects with his pillow, punching it desperately as more sobs shake his body and angry tears run down his face.
Why can't I let go?
Why does that place in his chest still ache so much, as if his soul is bleeding? As if it yearns and screams for its other half. The other half that is supposedly evil incarnate and yet feels like the only thing that can make Yuuji feel okay again.
Yuuji is sitting in the dining area with Megumi and Nobara, listening half-heartedly to their bickering. Nobara is talking about a shopping spree she wants to do, and Megumi chides her for spending too much money on useless things. But Yuuji's mind is filled with memories of walking through the city with Sukuna only a few weeks ago. The feeling of Sukuna's thumb caressing his wrist when Yuuji took his hand. The smile on Sukuna's face when Yuuji came out of the changing room in a fine black suit he tried on in one of the designer stores.
Before he can stop himself, Yuuji blurts out,
"I want to go home."
Silence settles over the table. Nobara and Megumi have both stopped talking mid-sentence and stare at him before they both ask at the same moment,
"Why would you want to go back?"
It's almost comical how they stare at him with such incredulous expressions on their faces. But Yuuji can't find the situation funny. He feels a whole array of contradicting emotions curse through him. Guilt, because these are his friends, and they are worried about him and want to protect him, and he is so stubborn and refuses to let them save him. Sadness because despite everything, he misses Sukuna. And a steadily growing irritation that everyone here claims they know what's best for Yuuji without actually listening to what he wants. And that's what makes him stare back at his friends challengingly,
"Because I miss my home, of course. And I miss Sukuna."
His friends stare at him as if he has lost his mind. Nobara is the first to react. Her small fists land loudly on the wooden table, and she practically yells at him,
"Are you fucking dumb? He is the King of Curses! You cannot go back to him!"
And then Megumi's low voice joins in, calmer than Nobara but still obviously furious.
"We told you who he is and what he did. How can you still want to go back? Snap out of it, Itadori! This is your home! Here at the academy, with us. You wouldn't be safe with Sukuna. Don't be stupid."
"But the person you told me about, this King of Curses. That isn't the Sukuna I know! The Sukuna I know isn't evil!"
Yuuji knows how stupid he sounds, trying to argue and ignore the truth. Acting like a stubborn and naive child. But he can't help it. Nothing makes sense anymore. The person they tell him about sounds like a stranger to Yuuji. Nothing they tell him about Sukuna sounds like the man Yuuji lived with. The man he shared his bed with. The man he watched movies with every night. The man who carried him to bed when Yuuji fell asleep. The man he laughed with, the man he cuddled with, and went on morning runs in the park with. Nothing they say sounds like the man Yuuji was in love with, and who, as Yuuji still firmly believes, loved him too.
Megumi looks at him with his blue eyes, which are a darker shade of blue than Sukuna's. His usually so calm voice is trembling lightly,
"He is a bad person. He killed people."
A hysterical laugh escapes Yuuji's lips at that.
"So did I, apparently, and you too. Everyone here is a murderer, Megumi."
"That's different!"
"Maybe I had good reasons for it, maybe I didn't. All I know is that there is blood on my hands, too! So, who am I to judge? Maybe Sukuna thought he was in the right, too. We don't know it! Were you there a thousand years ago? Did you see it happen? Do you know Sukuna? Because I do! And he isn't the evil monster you are trying to tell me he is!"
Yuuji knows he sounds delusional, but he cannot stop. He adds stubbornly,
"Think what you want, but he isn't the way you say. And I want to go home and see him again because I love him."
Megumi looks like Yuuji hit him. He shakes his head, eyes pleading helplessly with Yuuji now, his face twisted with worry.
"It's not love, Itadori..."
Yuuji knows Megumi means good, but he cannot stop himself from feeling anger rise in his chest. Anger that everyone treats him like a stupid child or some lunatic who has lost his mind. Anger that no one allows him to have his own opinion on the matter. Anger that no one actually listens to what he says. He glares at Megumi, his hands balled into fists under the table, but his voice is deadly calm, a low, dangerous growl,
"Don't tell me what my relationship is and what it's not."
Yuuji gets up so fast that his chair gets knocked over, but he doesn't care. He has to get away! He cannot bear looking into the pleading eyes of his former friends and hear their accusations and judgment. He cannot stand to see the worry in their eyes or hear the desperation in their voices as they try to save him from the monster that Yuuji refuses to see as a monster.
Or maybe he believes them. Maybe Sukuna is a monster. But after everything that Yuuji has learned about himself, he is pretty sure that he is a monster, too. Maybe that's why his and Sukuna's souls match so well.
Maybe we are two monsters who belong together. Maybe it takes a monster to love a monster.
Yuuji storms outside, breathing heavily as he runs towards the large gates, even though he already knows what will happen once he is close enough.
As expected, only a few seconds later, Yuuji runs into an invisible wall. It makes him stumble back, but instead of trying to regain his balance, Yuuji lets himself fall to the ground defeatedly, landing on his ass with a loud thud.
He tilts his head back to look at the slight glimmer in the air before him, which indicates where the powerful barrier starts. There is no use fighting it. Yuuji is effectively locked in here.
He laughs grimly at the irony that the sorcerers installed a barrier around the academy that keeps Yuuji locked inside while at the same time they try to tell him that Sukuna was the one who held him hostage.
At least Sukuna let me leave the house anytime I wanted.
Yuuji lets out a shaky breath. He knows no one believes him when he says that he and Sukuna were in love. He knows they are convinced it was just one-sided, that Yuuji got tricked into having feelings for Sukuna, while Sukuna only saw it as a cruel little game.
But Yuuji refuses to believe them. He knows that his and Sukuna's relationship wasn't just a lie.
He cannot forget the way Sukuna looked at him. And he can't help but think that he is the only one who truly knows Sukuna. The real Sukuna. Not the King of Curses. But the man behind that title. The man who thinks cherry blossoms look pretty, especially when they land on Yuuji's hair. The man who always has that happy expression in his eyes when he eats a good meal. The man who reads poetry and laughed even louder than Yuuji at certain movie scenes. The man who almost purred when Yuuji petted his hair and who was clinging tightly to his boyfriend in his sleep.
The thought makes Yuuji smile sadly. He can still remember how it felt to be wrapped in Sukuna's arms and in his love. And it still feels like the only thing that makes sense in this world.
How is Yuuji supposed to move on from something that felt so right? How is he supposed to believe that this is wrong?
Yuuji sighs. Tears slowly run down his cheeks, but he doesn't bother wiping them away.
It hurts. Everything hurts. There is this emptiness in Yuuji's chest again, as if something that is supposed to be there has been ripped out of him forcefully. And in moments like these, it grows stronger and turns from a dull ache to a stabbing pain.
He pulls his knees to his chest, hugging himself as he cries softly while sitting on the cold, stony path, probably looking like misery incarnated. But Yuuji cannot feel embarrassed even when Gojo finds him like this.
Gojo doesn't say anything but just sits down next to Yuuji, not close enough that they touch, but close enough so Yuuji can feel the warmth radiating from Gojo's body. They sit in silence for a moment until the words spill from Yuuji's lips.
"I want to see him again. I want my life back! Even if it isn't really my life, I want it back! But everyone tells me I am wrong for wanting it. Everyone tells me Sukuna is evil. All the reports say he is a monster. But I have all those other memories of him. Sukuna was so... He was sweet to me! Everyone tells me I am crazy and that I only got manipulated into thinking I love Sukuna, but that's not how it feels to me! It was real! And it hurts that I am not with him! I don't know what to do. I feel like a part of me is missing and that I will never be whole again if I cannot be with Sukuna."
Those otherworldly blue eyes look thoughtfully at him. There is no anger or judgment, only a deep, knowing sadness as if Gojo understands what Yuuji is talking about.
When Gojo answers, his voice is very different from the one he usually uses. There is no teasing undertone to it, no amused smirk on his face, no mockery. Instead, he sounds wary, as if the words he says to Yuuji have been haunting him for a long time.
"Love is the cruelest curse of all, Yuuji. We cannot control who we love, and even when we know a thousand reasons why we shouldn't love them, we still cannot change it."
Another sob escapes Yuuji's lips, and he nods wildly. Gojo smiles, but it's a sad smile, one of regret.
"I, too, thought Sukuna wasn't capable of love. But maybe I was wrong. I thought about it a lot after you came here and told your story. The thing is, If you ask anyone, they will tell you I am not capable of love either. But that's not true. I have loved in the past. I have loved so much that it became my biggest weakness."
Yuuji blinks at his former teacher, surprised that Gojo is talking about personal things. And that he doesn't seem to outright say Sukuna just played with Yuuji. Gojo smirks at Yuuji, but it isn't his usual aloof smirk. It looks forced and isn't able to hide the raw emotions underneath it. When Gojo continues, his voice is soft, carrying a vulnerability Yuuji hasn't seen in Gojo yet.
"The one I loved did terrible things, too. But that wasn't able to make me stop loving him. In the end, I killed him, and it still haunts me and I still ask myself every day if I could have done something differently. If I could have brought him back on our side. If I could have saved him if I just tried harder. That's my curse, and I carry it with me at all times."
And Yuuji understands. Gojo can relate to him. Yuuji smiles softly and offers a sincere, "I am sorry."
But Gojo isn't finished.
"Before your memory loss, the connection between you and Sukuna was a breeding ground for hate. Sukuna treated you and the ones you cared about with cruelty, and so you reacted fittingly and treated him with hate, too. But everything changed when you lost your memories. Because it meant that Sukuna was a blank page for you. And for whatever reason, he wanted you to believe he was your boyfriend, so he was nice to you. He didn't give you any reason to hate him. And so you treated him differently, too. You treated him with affection instead of hatred. Maybe that is what changed everything."
Yuuji gulps hard and looks at his former teacher with a racing pulse and a flicker of something in the back of his mind. A thought, an understanding, that sits deep inside him, but he cannot quite catch yet.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that maybe there is more to that whole fake-boyfriend thing. What if Sukuna himself wasn't aware of the real reason why he did it? What if this whole idea was born out of a deep-buried wish, maybe? Something Sukuna didn't even know he craved: To get a taste of what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that genuine love that you have in you? He watched you give that love to everyone around you all those years he spent inside your body. He saw it when you were kind to strangers and ran to everyone's rescue. He saw it in the way you treated your friends. So, what if, deep down, Sukuna wanted to be on the receiving end of that love, too, for once?
And he got that from you after you lost your memories, didn't he? You gave him love, Yuuji. Because that's just what you do. That's who you are.
You are so genuine, so sweet, and full of love. You come to others with open arms and affection, ready to save everyone and give your life for them. There is no one else who is better at making people's hearts melt. You are the embodiment of love.
And maybe that is what Sukuna needed. Maybe this was the only way he could learn about love. Maybe he needed you to show him. If anyone is able to teach Sukuna how to love, I am sure it is you."
Yuuji stares at Gojo, utterly touched by his words, his mind whirling. He lets out a shaky breath and wipes his eyes with his palms.
"So... does that mean you believe me that what Sukuna and I had was real? You believe me that Sukuna loves me too and is no danger to me?"
Gojo laughs softly, but Yuuji can see the seriousness of the situation in those otherworldly blue eyes.
"What I believe is that if Sukuna wanted, he would have already attacked us. He would have already burned down this whole city months ago and killed everyone who didn't fall on their knees in front of him. But did he do any of that?
He didn't. And there is no logical explanation for it. The only thing I can think of is that you are the reason. Sukuna changed his agenda because of you. Maybe he isn't interested in those things anymore because he found something else, something more powerful. Maybe he chose you and your love instead of the destruction and solitude he was used to."
Gojo's gaze burns into Yuuji's as the seconds tick by, and his words sink in. Yuuji feels like he will choke on the fresh tears that threaten to spill over. He wipes furiously at his eyes, gulping hard. And Gojo smiles that sad smile again before he adds,
"If you want to leave, you are free to do so. I won't let them keep you a prisoner, especially not since I think they got it all wrong. You are far more powerful than they think or than you think. You were created to be the perfect cage for Sukuna, the only one strong enough to control him. And I think that's what you still do. You still have control over Sukuna, even now that you are two separate people. Maybe that is the fate Sukuna can't escape from.
It's quite ironic, isn't it? Sukuna isn't trapped inside your body anymore, but you still have control over him because he cares about you now. That's why I think you are still everyone's life insurance, and it would be pretty counterproductive to keep you and Sukuna apart. You still serve as a cage for the King of Curses because you made him fall in love with you."
And with that, Gojo makes a gesture with his hands. Yuuji feels a slight tingling sensation on his skin. The subtle glimmer in the air in front of him vanishes, and Gojo gets up and grins down at him, extending one hand to Yuuji.
Yuuji takes it and lets his former teacher pull him to his feet, his gaze fixed on the now barrier-free path before him.
Yuuji has barely reached the broad road leading into the city when a loud bark to his left fills the air. A moment later, a large dog is standing in front of him in the middle of the road. Yuuji skitters to a halt just when a familiar low voice speaks up behind him.
"Don't do it. Please, don't go back. I know what Gojo is doing. He is sending you back because he thinks you can serve as another cage for Sukuna. Don't you see it? This isn't about helping you. He is using you, just like they all do. Don't go, Yuuji. You finally have a chance to escape all of this. You have a chance to live your own life. You aren't Sukuna's vessel or cage anymore. You are free. Don't throw that away."
Megumi steps up to Yuuji, looking at him with those sad blue eyes filled with worry and longing, and Yuuji knows at that moment. He knows that Megumi truly cares about him. That Megumi wants to protect him. That Megumi loves him. It makes Yuuji's heart clench. His face softens, and he reaches out to pat Megumi's shoulder and smiles the broadest smile at him that he can,
"Thank you, Megumi. But you see, I want to go back. I am not doing this to sacrifice myself. I am doing it because I want it. I am doing it for me. Because I want that life back that made me happy. And I want to be with Sukuna. Or at least I want to talk to him and try to find a way to make this work."
"I don't think it is safe for you."
"I know you are worried about me, Megumi. Thank you for that, but I have to figure things out for myself. Because everything I learned here is very different from how I experienced things when I was still living with Sukuna. And you said it yourself. I am free. I want to use this freedom to find out the whole truth. Please understand that. That's all I'm asking."
Megumi sighs, his hands repeatedly balling into fists and unclenching again. He looks deeply into Yuuji's eyes as if he is searching for something.
"Can you promise me that you are really doing this for yourself?"
Yuuji nods wildly, his smile growing even bigger,
"I promise you. Trust me. It's going to be okay."
He feels a strange familiarity as if this has happened before. As if he has spoken those words to Megumi before. He sees Megumi's eyes widen, maybe remembering it, too. His lips tremble slightly as he stares at Yuuji for a long moment, but then Megumi nods slowly and takes a step back.
"Okay, I trust you. But be careful... and remember, if you die again, I'll kill you myself."
Yuuji stares at his friend's stern gaze for a moment, feeling that same sense of deja vu again. As if Megumi has said those exact words to him before, too. In his life before the memory loss, before the separation from Sukuna. As if this is some inside joke Megumi and Yuuji have, and it makes Yuuji laugh heartily, feeling lighter now that his friend seems to have his back.
Yuuji turns around and lets out a long breath. He will return to the city and to Sukuna. He doesn't know how things will be when he faces Sukuna again now that Yuuji knows the truth. He doesn't know how he will feel when he looks into Sukuna's eyes again. He doesn't even know if Sukuna will talk to him. But Yuuji knows that he wants to try. He knows that he needs to see the man again who impacted his life so profoundly, before and after the memory loss.
I know what I want, and I can be pretty stubborn. I won't give up that easily!
Thank you so much for reading! I struggled a lot with this chapter, but I worked so long on it and re-wrote and edited it many times, so I hope it is ok now!! I gave my best!
I needed to add a scene with Yuuji and Megumi because my heart was bleeding at the thought of what they lost. So I hope this little scene was able to make things better and show that they still have a deep connection based on genuine love.
And I cried so much at the whole "Sukuna unintentionally wanted to be on the receiving end of Yuuji's love" thing and that he changed because Yuuji finally treated him with love instead of hate. I personally really think that if anyone can teach Sukuna love, it is Yuuji.
Also, it makes me happy that our King of Selflessness, Itadori Yuuji, stands up for what HE wants ;)
Thank you so much if you are still reading this AU!! It means a lot to me!!
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗
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tmagp 16 relisten notes!!
spoilers for ep 16 under the cut, and also some tma spoilers as well since i cross-reference for theories! :)
celia:
- she physically and verbally comforts alice even though they've had some rocky interactions in the recent past, and she comes off as genuine when giving alice her support
- "i believe you/im serious" -> there isn't a glitch after these lines, and i think its fair to say celia is from the tma universe, the question now is how much she knows/understands/remembers from the fearpocolypse
sam:
- despite being more distant with alice in recent episodes, he's still helping her and checking up on her
- "so that would be Z for zombie?" i thought this was a cute little callback, but also isolated the line because its the first instance we have of sam initiating a bit/joke and alice failing to continue it
- he checks in on alice after they hear Madam E die in the incident and leaves his desk with celia to see about her after she leaves
alice:
- "i haven't seen someone die since..." im taking this to mean that she saw one or both of her parents die and a part of why the drowning victim has shaken her so hard is because its a flashback to those memories
- the woman she met in the alleyway was announced dead by the paramedics immediately, they said she had a lot of water in her lungs and discounted the possibility she could walk or speak
- "maybe that i'm finally losing it" -> i dont think alice is as knowledgeable about the paranormal as we think. she definitely knows more than shes letting on, but i suspect whatever she knows is specific to the oiar and whatever power has touched her life. similar to georgie in tma s3, she knew the paranormal existed and trusted in jon's circumstances but she had little context for her belief, since the only fear she had encountered before was the end. i think alice is operating under a similar world view, and this event does make her question her sanity (shes mentioned old coworkers going odd before, and i think its a genuine worry she has for herself as well as sam and celia)
- she's very blunt and obviously upset after the incident ends, leaving to go get coffee and rebuffing sam as he tries to see about her
gwen:
- she's frustrated that the rest of the team left after the incident and she's alone in the office, and becomes even more aggravated by lena interrupting this to berate her
- she defends lady mowbray's civility (after lena calls externals dangerous) by saying shes a real lady, implying that since she's nobility she wouldn't behave rashly (like mr. bonzo)
- she's frustrated that lena is reprimanding her for breaking a rule she was never told about, and isn't given enough information to gauge risk on her own
- she expresses stress over the real dangers of her job, feeling its unfair she's expected to talk to externals alone without training when they're too dangerous and unpredictable to visit the offices
- despite all of her concerns, she still demands to keep her position and continue her work
lena:
- she's very (reasonably) angry at gwen for inviting lady mowbray to the office
- she says that bringing externals to the office is dangerous and poses risks to personnel
- she explains that the operation to keep balance with the externals, and to exercise power over them, is dependent on how they keep relationships with them. as in, the externals have to be kept at an arms length and not introduced to internal affairs staff to avoid losing the fear and respect the oiar exerts over them. without control over the externals, they lose balance and they may become targets
- she agrees to think on training gwen for a full position as the externals liason
incident:
- narrated by chester/jon, i think this falls into his normal thematic elements of curiosity killing the cat
- most of the incident is told through youtube video format, voiced by the influencer 'Madam E', a goth (im assuming beauty and lifestyle vlog influencer?) youtuber. She got to know ink5oul through online connections
- she received a heart tattoo (unsure of the placement, but i was imagining it over her real heart or ribcage?)
- the tattoo process seems incredibly painful even in this circumstance, and just like in ep 2, the recipient doesnt seem to know the design theyll get until they wake up from the session
- i think the heart tattoo (called the heart's desire by ink5oul) played a role in manipulated Madam E's emotions for them, seeing as how they began a (using ajn's exact terms) situationship following the session
- when Madam E questions ink5oul about how they come up w their design concepts they get cagey and won't disclose their secret method, but offer Madam E a chance to grave rob with them (assuming this is related to the design process)
- "dig." [bruh!] gave me hp damage
- "don't make me break your heart" this is obviously referring to the tattoo and her emotional state, but i think it ties into the tattoo manipulating the subject -> "i could feel the words in my chest"
- Madam E throws out the idea that ink5oul is stealing tattoo concepts from dead bodies, but i dont think thats the exact case. i think that bodies like the one found in ep 11 feed into ink5oul's power and creativity as inspiration and likely as a paranormal energy source of some kind, but this seems more akin to them studying the works of old important artists (and alchemists) and using those techniques to create their art
- ink5oul responds with a callout video targeting Madam E, and i suspect it was about her accusing them of stealing art, not about the grave robbing (which seems a bigger insult to me)
- "it hurts/ i can feel it" referencing the hate messages she's receiving while touching her heart. she then leans forward to show the camera you can physically see a difference (im assuming her tattoo was altered in some way)
- Madam E posted and recalled a video titled "help", then posts a video from a hospital bed where she is clearly ill, stating she has heart problems. the doctors said it was an infection from the tattoo
- she dies on-screen after coughing and choking, but theres a slushie cracking sound as she flatlined (what i'de call wet gore not dry gore) which indicates a problem messier and more visceral than regular heart issues
glitches/lies:
none
extra comments:
- as expected, ink5oul is going to be a reoccurring character functioning similar to a tma avatar. i don't think ink5oul is an external since they seem to be moving independently with their own agenda (and its clear they don't play well with others)
- there seems to be a rift forming between gwen and the rest of her coworkers, and she's been reacting hostile to both them and lena, but has been adamant about continuing her work with the externals. isolating herself from the others while conducting her own missions is a plotline johhny and alex explored plenty in tma (jon, basira, martin) so im excited to see how her journey branches from the themes they've already explored
- this incident falls into line with others chester has narrated, it deals with a person who sought out a relationship with the paranormal and got hurt because of it, though this seems to be targeted at alice moreso than sam (the person chester has narrated to the most), sending a message about how entanglement with the paranormal often leads to bad things. i also picked up on how Madam E says that comments, likes, and views specifically cause her harm, that her social reward had turned into a punishment. this is a pretty clear parallel to alice's situation with sam and celia (she's loosing her hold as the nonchalant, uncaring, funny girl and falling into more awkward and upsetting situations -> this episode she makes one half hearted joke about the victim she met before she moves on)
- huge shout out to ajn for the meta parallels in this episode. every time Madam E was hurt by a commebt i was also brutally stabbed by her garish use of slang. with every new sentence she spoke i felt hours of my lifespan dissolve, truly incredible writing in terms of twisting the meta knife and pouring lemon juice into it
- i think this falls into the category of 'body' (going off of the alchemic trinity of mind, body, and soul) but i could see an argument for any of these categories as well. in the episode, the incident is a category 1, but im not sure if these categories are a reference to the alchemic trinity, to externals, or other factors.
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Too Sweet (Part 2)
Stalker Professor!Cody Rhodes Stalker fem!OC
Desc- Zoe is a 23 year old enrolled into University who is well known across campus for participating in Ballet & even auditioning for one of the most important roles of the year, but she seems to be quite infatuated with her professor without realizing he is 100x more infatuated and obsessed with her, the two grow a bond and soon realize they would do whatever it takes just to be happily together forever.
Contents- Fluff, Angst, Smut in some chapters, Use of Alcohol & Marijuana, Arguments, Soft/hard Dom, Mutual Stalking, Murder, Violence, Gore Details, Kidnapping, inspired of off the show ‘You’ & ‘Black Swan’ fingering, Hand kink, Size kink
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Cody admired Zoe’s determination, he watched her every single move despite her not knowing he knew everything he needed to know about her. Everyday early in the morning around 5 AM she would leave her dorm to get breakfast, clean up after herself, read, get ready for her classes that didn’t involve him. Every night she would practice on her sprained ankle no matter what, depending on when her practice was over she would go to a bar with her friends, after that she went back to her dorms and switch into more relaxing clothes.
She was a coffee girl, she loved her coffee, she always ate scones with her coffee on the way to her lessons, In the afternoon noon she would get some sort of refresher drink, her favorite show was either Gilmore Girls or Pretty Little Liars, often at night her and her roommate would study together and gossip or plan for the weekend, her favorite colors consist of maroon or magenta.
Some nights when she was alone she often read or touch herself to the point of overstimulation, he knows everything she does 24/7, she could never keep a secret from him if she tried.
He needed her.
He knew everything he needed to know. He was obsessed with Zoe. He realized her friend Keith wasn’t a threat to Cody & his chances with Zoe, he was just some high guy who enjoyed having fun & didn’t want a relationship.
Classes between Zoe & Cody were becoming more “intimate”. They shared direct eye contact when he was speaking, he would “mistakenly” place his hand on her thigh when he would check on her assignment.
Today she sat further up front this time but still tried focusing on the material but her own professor was becoming a distraction, once he gave the class time to themselves he leaned against her desk “How’s your ankle?” Nina scowled at his words “It’s doing better, sore but mostly better.” He smiled with closed lips & examined her choice of wardrobe, shorter skirt, a much more revealing top barely giving him anything to imagine, her hair in a ponytail with a bow attached to the hair band, cute.
“Any plans for this weekend?” Zoe smiled shaking her head as she set down her pen and gave him all of her attention “Nope, not for me at least, I have to study and stuff” he hummed listening to her words “Well I’ll let you get back to your work.” The two smiled at each-other before he sat down, moments later Nina walked towards him with a sway in her hips, “Mr Rhodes I don’t understand this assignment.” He sighed as he explained it to her once more while Zoe had a slight glare as a pang of jealousy pinched her heart but felt sudden ease “Maybe if you stopped worrying about spraining other people’s ankle’s you’d pay attention better”
She smiled to herself and looked down at her note book as Nina scoffed walking back to her desk, at the end of the lesson everyone was leaving but Zoe had been behind as she was packing up her bag but Cody stopped her “Whens your ballet show?” Zoe stopped and turned towards him “Why, You wanna go?” He shrugged as he shoved his hands in his pockets before tilting his head “Do you want me to go?” She stood there as she started to feel nervous “Words sweetheart c’mon” he teased her while he stepped closer and closer to her “Do you want me to go?” He had yet again in a more stern tone before she nodded “I-uhm- Yeah! yeah you can go, it’s next Wednesday” he smiled while holding onto her chin “Your so pretty like this you know that? All nervous & shy? It’s adorable.” She smiled softly but her eyes started lowering when both of them kept leaning closer to each other, she let out a short whine the most his lips ghosted over hers
His stare bored into her eyes until he got tired of the silence & looked back at the door of his classroom to make sure it was closed, but he needed it to be locked, he walked off for a split second before locking it completely shut before returning back to Zoe & kissing her in a hurried manner before picking her up & sitting her on the desk she sat at, the more his teeth nibbled against her lip the more his hands ran up her thigh and under her skimpy little skirt until his fingers made contact with her panties, Zoe moaned against his mouth & held onto the back of his neck until his phone started ringing, “damnit.” He hissed giving her one more kiss and a pat on her clothed clit before pulling away & picking up the phone. Zoe got herself together and hopped off of the desk before grabbing her thinks & mouthing too him ‘I’m gonna head out’ he nodded with a grin on his face before kissing her one last time.
She needed him. She needed him. She needed him. She needed him. She needed him. She needed him. She needed him.
Later that night she sat in her dorm staring at her computer as she struggled to write the essay she needed done by tomorrow for Cody’s class, she went over the past reviews but she still couldn’t find the inspiration so, she called him. “Hello?” She paced around the room & cleared her throat “h-hi! Um- listen I don’t know how you write this essay, it’s just- I don’t know what to d-“ “are you alone?” She furrowed her look “yeah..” “for how long?” She picked at the sides of her skirt “all night..my roommates at a sleepover.” Cody then hung up leaving Zoe confused. She sighed rolling her eyes as she sat back down at her desk and stared at the screen yet again for 20 more minutes.
The silence was getting to her until hard knocks pounded against the door which made her get up & open it “Oh! Hey” Cody gave her a gentle smile & welcomed himself in “writers block?” She sighed nodding “Yeah I guess, I just don’t know what to write about for this essay, this is probably the first time you will end up giving me an F” she shut the door behind her & locked it as-well as she watched him sit down in her chair “well, if you want to make your life easier, you can write the essay about the Mind & it’s consciousness, you have enough material, you have the notes, why don’t you do that? And I wouldn’t give you an F, you’ve always turned in good material of work last minute, You have straight A’s & I refuse to break that streak for you Doll” She smiled at the suggestion & nodded in agreement
“I-“ Zoe was about to speak but her phone started ringing making her roll her eyes and huff as she went to go check it, one of her close friends Mae was calling so she decided to answer “Hello?” “ZOOEEE Where the fuck are you? Alice said you might come to the party?” The girl smiled as she sat down on her bed looking over at Cody “yeah she said MIGHT, I wasn’t able to tag along I have an essay to finish by 11:59” Mae groaned out dramatically “You already have straight A’s, take an C+ this time and come get drunk! You deserve a break!” Zoe chuckled shaking her head “I can’t, this one a little bit more important” eventually she had hung up the phone call after talking for a bit more.
Cody grinned & spun around in her chair “You’re quite popular huh?” Zoe raised her eyebrow & shook her head “not popular, I just have a lot of friends” he hummed and looked around at the dorm “It’s pretty cozy in here, perfect place for homework” she smiled at his words and nodded until he stood up and started hovering over her “Do I ever tell you how pretty you are?” Zoe shrugged and started pulling him down towards her “I think you’ve said it once or twice” he chuckled and pressed his lips on hers before pressing her into the tacky mattress, his tongue slipped past her lips while she gripped at his black hair and even traced over the tattoo that laid almost perfectly on his neck, Cody was tugging at her top a bit but eventually she held onto his hands and pulled her face away from his & just laid there “is it okay if we don’t have sex..? I just- I just wanna lay here..with you” he smiled down at her and shuffled next to her and wrapped her in his arms “That is something I can definitely do.” He mumbled before pressing a kiss against the temple of her head before the two drifted off to sleep.
The next day Zoe woke up around noon-ish and Cody was no where to be found, she checked her phone and he did message her..how sweet
Zoe smiled as she read the message and decided to call him while she got dressed for the day, “Well good morning to you doll, sleep well?” She smiled to herself as she set the phone on the desk and on speaker so she could hear him “Like a baby. Thank you for semi sleeping over last night, I enjoyed your company.” He chuckled over the speaker, she could hear the smile on his face by the way he spoke to her “See you at tonight’s football game?” He hummed in agreement “Yup, wear something warm doll, it’s gonna get pretty chilly tonight.” She smiled as she tugged her tights on followed with her skirt “Consider it done. See you later” she hung up before putting a sweater on and some earmuffs until Alice, Keith & Mae walked in “Girl what the fuck are you wearing?” Mae questioned and she stood with a hand on her hip while Zoe looked at her confused “Warm clothes since it’s going to be cold at the ga-“ “you’re not wearing that gilmore girl, where are the booty shorts?” Alice chirped as she immediately booked it to the dresser and pulled out a lowcut shirt that had the university’s name on it followed by light blue denim shorts and a black pushup bra “put those on.” Zoe sighed and grabbed the clothes Alice held out for her before booking it to the bathroom getting changed.
Once she came back in the dorm Mae nodded approvingly “Tits out and everything, do you have pain still?” Zoe nodded curiously pointing at her desk, Mae walked towards it opening one of the drawers and pulled out the pain that matched the school colors before pouring some in her hand, Alice & Keiths “Put some hand prints on her thighs real quick.” Keith glared “I’m not groping her thigh bro” Alice glared “Keith do it and I’ll buy you a pack of pre rolled blunts.” His eyebrows raised and immediately started putting the paint hand prints on Zoe’s thighs with the other girls until they were finished “It’s never too cold for school spirit.” Mae sighed in an accomplished tone.
Zoe shoved her phone in her pocket and smiled before everyone grabbed what they needed & started heading to the football stadium on campus, Alice & Zoe were in charge of getting good seats while Keith & Mae quickly rolled blunts under the bleachers to smoke during the game & went to get food, Zoe sat on the metal seat & checked her phone noticing Cody’s text “What happened to being warm?” Zoe looked around her surroundings with a furrowed expression until she saw him from the stairway walking up the bleachers with…another woman holding his arm?
Her expression dropped and quickly looked away before Cody noticed she saw him, Alice noticed the sudden mood change “Hey what’s wrong?” She shook her head and pushed back her hair a bit “Nothing, sorry I just zoned out.” Alice smiled and nodded while Zoe stared at her phone watching Cody text her multiple times before she shut it off, Keith & Mae made it to the seats holding a variety of snacks
Most of the game was pretty boring, Keith kept it lively though by being a passionate football watcher, meanwhile Cody wanted to trying to get Zoe to respond to him, the girl who brought to the game was beyond irritable, she was a college faculty member who insisted on going to the game with him, what was her name again? Emily? He didn’t care to remember. All that was on his mind was Zoe. Zoe Zoe Zoe. He watched as she interacted with some guy who sat next to her friend group & laughing at his jokes, soon the laughing turned into flirting..and then the flirting turned into kissing, Cody was beyond furious, beyond.
Once the guy walked off he took it upon himself to follow the guy & snatch rubber gloves from a hot dog stand and putting them on before catching up towards the male who was smoking a cigarette near the bottom of the bleachers who quickly noticed Cody.
“Oh, Hey man you need a light?” Cody shook his had & sighed “Yeah I do actually, mind if I-” The guy nodded and tossed the lighter towards him which he caught, Cody cleared his throat & acted as if he was searching for a cigarette for his pocket until he got tired of acting & i grabbed the nape of his neck & slammed his head into one of the metal rods that held the bleacher up clearly knocking out the guy, Cody grumbled as he lit the lighter & set his hair into flames followed by his clothing before quietly sneaking away from the scene & shoving the gloves in his pocket.
“Fucking idiot.”
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(Lil mini thing!)
Y/N was currently chatting with one of the harpies from the casino, a former performer in fact! Her name was Genesis, a crow harpy who used to be quite famous back in her younger years but retired from those days once she had her young daughter Tia, who was running around getting shiny trinkets for her collection. The conversation had started when Genesis approached Y/N, introducing themselves and having small talk before starting to have an actual conversation. At first it started off with Y/N asking the crow about how the casino was like all those years ago, the kind of people she met, the kind of performances she did and all and she happily asked all those questions without complaining. And somehow, the conversation's topic was now about, you guessed it, the Peacock Triplets! Specifically when they were younger!
"So, you are like a mother to the peacocks?" Y/N asked the elder crow who held a glass of wine.
"Well, kind of! Those three were just oh, so chaotic but so adorable too! The human staff were the ones who mostly cared for them but I pitched in every once in a while when things were incredibly hectic." Genesis said as she took a sip of her wine. "Let me tell ya, Sun is very different from how he was when he was a chick."
"He is??" Y/N asked, now curious.
"Of course! He was a bit of a crybaby ya know?" Genesis said with a laugh. "Every little thing made the poor thing cry. Loud noise? Cry. Too dark? Cry again. Too light? Crying too! The other two were less sensitive and scared but had their lil quirks too. Eclipse just LOVED to look around the place, keeping an eye on his brothers and what not, often getting upset whenever they were out of his sight. And Moon, oh, the lil rascal was such a chomper!"
"He was a biter?" Y/N asked to confirm as Gen nodded. "That is... expected, actually."
"Moon was probably the one who mostly stayed the same. I can remember their first molting, oh, such a precious moment! The moment I saw their feathers, I just knew they would do well here!" Genesis said.
"You are really proud of them huh?" Y/N said with a slight smile.
"Of course I am, dear. I watched them grow up and helped raise them. They were the first ones I ever started considering my children. I don't know if they regard me as a mother or if they even think of me, being so busy being the casino's top harpies, but I am just happy they are happy. Especially with you around!" Genesis said as she sipped her wine.
"E-Eh? Me?" Y/N said, a bit flustered and surprised.
"Don't think I haven't seen how they interact with you!" Genesis said as she picked up Tia in her arms. "Trying to show off those colorful feathers of theirs, getting your attention, teasing you, I have seen all of that during my years as a performer. Dearest, you just have somethin' that makes all these harpies flock over to ya!"
"A-Ah, I guess but I still don't know what..." Y/N mumbled.
"It's quite alright not knowing, it's part of the excitement! Oh, do let me tell you more about the boys when they were babies!" Genesis said as Tia chirped.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to know? What if they overhear?" Y/N asked, a tad bit nervous.
"You're fine! If they are to overhear, let them! These stories are to fun to keep to myself! Now, which story to tell is the question?" Genesis said with a hum.
(Insert cute yet embarrassing story about the Peacock Triplets and overhearing their mother figure telling their crush and getting embarrassed cause why mom?! Why?!)
((Hope you enjoyed this, it was fun to write and the faces the boys would make when hearing Gen telling embarrassing stories about them be hilarious!))
Awww!! Cute!! Such a ADORABLE little scenario!!! RRRRRRRRR!!!
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Pretty Neighbor pt.2
PAIRING - Kita Shinsuke x Reader
WC - 6.4k GENRE - Smut
CW - copious amount of lead up, noncon voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, dubcon, masterbation, use of sex toys, cunnilingus, soft sex, body worship, Kita isn’t as innocent as everyone believes him to be, Suna is an instigative little shit
SYNOPSIS - Kita Shinsuke is the responsible one in the friend group. Quiet, reserved, respectable. Always on his best behavior. That is, until his neighbor Suna gets a cute new roommate. A cute new roommate who’s a little too oblivious for her own good.
A/N: if you wonder how I envisioned this apartment setup
PART 1
Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one in his friend group. He always had been.
He’s usually quiet and reserved, respectable, diligently doing his work and helping others where he can. Always on his best behavior.
Kita Shinsuke was constant. That was what he was doing when he saw his cute new neighbor for the first time. Being constant.
His attention had been grabbed by your small curse and he’d glanced to see you walking towards the neighboring staircase. A light smile tugged on his lips when he saw you trip and a shoe tumble out of your overly full arms. He watched with light amusement as you crouched down and tried to balance it back in your arms.
He was next to you in just a couple long strides, his mouth moving before he could think about it. “Evenin’.” A short greeting but one that was graced with a response from you nonetheless.
“Evenin’.” Your voice was soft to his ears, sweet as the small smile you gave him that had the corners of his lips tugging up even more. But before he could try to respond you were scampering away and up the stairs.
He smiled to himself as he continued on to his own set of stairs, catching a glimpse of you disappearing into Suna’s apartment. He made mental note to ask him about it later.
He didn’t mean to accidentally look into your window, honestly. He’d been caught by the downstairs neighbor for a brief minute, delaying his ascent up the stairs. His attention had been drawn on his way up by movement from the window next to his stairs, the window that usually had the blinds completely drawn.
He’d glanced up to see you leaning up, stringing up some small lights around the window, soft sounds of music and melodic singing wafting out the window. Maybe, he thought to himself, he didn’t so much mind his little run-down apartment anymore.
He'd had to face Aran’s questions when he entered the apartment still smiling. He found himself thinking about the cute neighbor as he tried to go through his usual evening routine. Wondering when he would be able to see you again.
He didn’t have to wait long, quite literally almost running into you while leaving for work the next morning. You’d looked up at him, eyes widening quickly as you recognized him.
He let a smile pull on his lips at how cute he thought you looked, “Mornin’.” He greeted, trying to be kind as possible. He thought you looked like a skittish cat, ready to flee at any sudden movement.
“Mornin’.” You squeaked out in response and he watched as you dashed off just as quick as the night before.
He'd sighed at the lack of interaction, how fast you were willing to leave, but moved towards his car, careful to not be late. The interactions with you, however, weighed on his mind. He spent most of his day, with the thought of you sitting pretty in the back of his mind, not quite impeding on his routines but constantly present nonetheless.
He would like to say he wasn’t disappointed when he pulled back into the parking lot at the end of his workday and saw that the car you’d gotten into this morning wasn’t there. But he was a little disappointed. A little sad to see the blinds pulled shut on the window, no little fairy lights hanging and turned on. A little disappointed he didn’t run into you while making his way to his apartment like he had the night before.
He refused to let it disrupt his routine, however, and just like clockwork, he slipped outside late at night, just in time for the elderly woman a few doors away to appear, her car pulling up with groceries in the back. He smiled fondly as she tried to load the bags into her arms, his feet already carrying himself down the stairs towards her.
“Lemme help ya, ma’am.”
He tried his hardest to listen to her gushing the same story she told every week and her attempts to set him up with her granddaughter. He smiled and appeased her, but his attention was taken by the familiar car pulling into the spot next to where Suna’s was supposed to be.
Distracted by you, the girl who nearly tumbled out of the car, hand holding onto the frame of the door as you steadied yourself. Distracted by you as you came fully into his view, the lights from your car seemed to reveal some bruises across your skin, too dark to be just plays of shadows. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw what seemed to be some cuts across your legs.
He tilted his head to try and see better as you piled things into your arms before shutting the door. He wanted to catch your eye, to wave a ‘hello’ but it was stopped by the elderly woman who he’d been helping.
“You’re always so sweet for doing this Kita dear.” He smiled down at her.
“Ya needa stop comin’ ‘ome wit groceries s’late, ma’am.” She hushed him and waved her hand. “I’s safer fer ya durin’ the day.”
He stayed sweet towards the elderly woman, taking her groceries inside for her to help her put them away. By the time he got to throw another glance over his shoulder, his cute neighbor was already almost at the stairs. He shook the disappointment out of his head and resumed his routine of helping the elderly woman.
He unloaded her groceries diligently. He placed items where she requested and politely declined her requests to invite her granddaughter to come meet him. His usual routine.
By the time he was finally making his way back to his apartment he smiled at the window next to his staircase. Blinds pulled up halfway, lit up by some fairy lights. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what you were doing, if you were playing music like before, singing as you put something up like you had the night prior.
He didn’t mean to glance over at the window as he passed it on the stairs. His face blushed a deep red as he took in the scene in front of him.
He could see you sitting on the end of your bed, cleaning a large scratch on your leg with some cotton. Your hair was still wet as it fell down your bare back. Bare. Because you were clad in only a towel. A towel that barely covered your lower half.
He snapped his gaze away from the mirror and rushed to get himself inside. His face was still hot when he made his way to his room., telling himself that he wouldn’t ever do it again.
That was short lived. He didn’t mean to; swore he didn’t mean to. But when he left for work in the morning, he couldn’t help himself. It was just a glance, to see if you were still there. You were and he had to do a double take.
His hand gripped the railing tightly as his eyes raked quickly over your body. His lips parted softly as his eyes were caught on your bare back. Your legs were tangled up in your comforter but most of it was pressed under your bare torso. In fact, the only piece of clothing on your body was a tiny pair of shorts that had rode up slightly.
Kita swallowed hard as his eyes traced the curve of your ass and up your bare back. Your hair was gathered around your shoulders, the smooth lines of your back exposed to his eyes. His breathing stuttered at how beautiful he thought you were.
You stirred slightly and he snapped himself out of his trance. His eyes aiming back ahead of him and continuing down the stairs. He berated himself as he went, for acting like a creep, for letting himself invade your privacy like that. His face was red as he made his way to his car, a little later than he was supposed to, breaking his routine for the first time.
That night he tried to force himself to avoid looking in the window. He truly did try his hardest. But seeing your shadow move around caught his attention as he started up the stairs.
It was just a glimpse, the movement of you pulling your shirt off by the window. He saw the curve of your breasts in your bra and he stopped himself from continuing to look. He shook his head hard and trained his eyes down. Watching his feet as they carried him to his front door, using the entirety of his willpower to not look back up.
He slipped back into routine of the morning, refusing to look behind him as he left, didn’t run into you on his way to his car either. There was a weird tug in his chest at the miss of seeing you, a weird need to glance back at your window as he got into his car.
An easy feeling settled over him when he saw the blinds moving a little bit and your shape moving around up in your room. He willed himself to leave, telling himself that maybe he’d run into you when he came home.
He did see you, as he parked his car into his spot that evening. You were standing in front of the stairs leading up to Suna’s apartment, laundry basket tucked into your arms. He couldn’t tell why you weren’t moving until he’d opened his car door. He strained his ears as he reached for his bag and could just barely hear the sweet lull of your voice.
“Sorry, I just have to get up the stairs.” He watched as you shifted on your feet, moving your laundry basket ever-so-slightly. He could see past you now.
“Go ahead.” The man in front of you replied. Kita’s body tightened as he recognized the man sitting on the stairs in front of you. Suna’s freak of a next door neighbor. Someone he’d thought had been kicked out already, especially after the altercation that happened the month before when the cops had to be called.
“I don’t want to accidentally hit you,” your voice was still sweet and he could hear it shaking slightly, “if you wouldn’t mind just for a moment—” Kita’s feet were already carrying his body towards you before he could think about it.
“Are you saying I can’t take a hit?” The man’s voice raised and Kita watched as the cute girl, you, flinched back slightly. Kita’s steps quickened, closing the distance. “I can take a hit; I’ve been hit before.”
Kita nearly growled as he stood protectively behind your smaller frame. “S’common cour’sy.” The words rolled out of his mouth without thinking, his hand laying gently, protectively on your upper arm, attempting to keep you away from the man that was now in front of both of you.
He was looking straight over you, glaring at the man who was making his cute neighbor so uncomfortable. He tried to shake the feeling filling him out of his head, attempting to ignore how your skin felt against his own as he guided you to step back, placing himself in between you and the other neighbor.
“Yer only a couple complaints ‘way from getting’ kicked outta ‘ere. Watch yerself.” He tried to stay calm, to ignore the urge to grab the man in front of him by the collar and toss him out of the way. He didn’t know where the rush of anger came from, but he wanted so desperately to protect you, the girl now standing behind him. “Jus’ let the pre’y lady pass.”
The man didn’t seem to want to back down. Trying to square up to Kita, he stood up and took a step forward. “I don’t like the tone you’re asking in.”
Kita, always quiet, reserved, and respectable was quickly losing his temper. He stepped forward, squaring his shoulders, putting himself between the weird neighbor and the stairs. He moved his hand back to you behind him.
“Wasn’ askin’.” He dropped his tone, a dark look crossing his eyes as he took another step towards the man. Kita guided you behind him, blocking you from the man in front of you.
“Thank you.” Your breath brushed against him as you walked hurriedly up the stairs. The words were soft from your lips and he wished so desperately to follow after you, but he couldn’t leave with the creep in front of him acting the way he was.
“Who do you think you are!” The man in front of Kita raised his voice again, offensive as opposed to the way that he was stepping away from Kita now. “You can’t keep me from sittin’ on my own stairs!” He exclaimed.
“’m not.” Kita said plainly. “’m keepin’ ya from harassin’ the pre’y lady, fer no reason.” He stepped forward again before he felt a presence step up beside him.
“So you bothering my new roomie?” Suna asked with a bored tone. The man grumbled as he realized the two men weren’t going to move from the staircase. Quickly making himself scarce, Kita didn’t relax until he was out of sight.
“Thanks for protecting y/n, I’m sure that she appreciates ya for that.” Suna sighed as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Should go check on her though.”
Kita nodded lightly, watching as Suna disappeared up the stairs, unlocking his door easily and slipping inside. Kita paused as he turned back towards his own door.
Y/n. Your name was y/n. It was pretty, just like you. He smiled lightly as he noticed your light turn on in your room. That was one step closer to knowing you.
The next few days were mostly uneventful. He would sometimes catch you in the mornings when you left at the same time, quiet 'mornin''s passed between you both. Kita always talked himself out of furthering the conversation for the sake of them possibly being late.
He tended to not run into you in the evenings when he came home. He was often left longing to just have a conversation with you, thinking about how maybe he could catch you in a conversation through the window as he walked up the stairs.
That was before he realized how creepy it might come off if he acknowledged he could see you through the window. Especially when he caught himself looking in your window more and more, accidentally catching glimpses of you as you changed. Accidentally peering in to see your naked form barely covered by your blankets as you slept.
He’d never felt more annoyed with himself as he did on those mornings that he did that. Lecturing himself over the indiscretion and how he should stop doing it. Only to find himself accidentally doing it again. To find himself watching you as you walked away from him in the morning. Remembering how soft your skin felt under his touch.
All of it came to a head the day he decided he really needed the casserole dish back that he’d lent to Suna nearly a month prior. He had accomplished the feat of going down the stairs without glancing over at your window, reaching the bottom of the stairs just in time to see Suna rushing over towards his car.
“Suna!” Suna’s head snapped towards Kita, pausing his rush for a moment. “Wonderin’ if I could get my dish back, the one I lent ya.” Suna tilted his head for a moment trying to think. “Wanted to use it t’make some food tonigh’.”
Suna nodded lightly. “I’m in a rush to meet Mizu, she’ll kick my ass if I’m late again.” He fiddled with the keys on his ring before tossing something shiny over to Kita. Kita caught it before realizing the object was a key. “I gotta go, but feel free to have a look around, I’ve got no idea where it is.”
“Yer not gonn’ need it?” Kita asked, staring at the key in his hand.
“Not comin’ home tonight!” Suna shouted back, leaning himself into his car, “see ya!”
Kita sighed at the rush his usually calm neighbor was in before training his eyes back up to the door. What was the worst that could happen?
He felt wrong entering the house on his own. Knocked first, but didn’t seem to be heard. He turned the key carefully, feeling wrong entering the space without one of the current residents. He sighed as he slipped off his shoes, locking the door behind himself. There was no response when he called out into the apartment and figured that the pretty resident living here was occupied.
He sighed and made his way towards the kitchen, the entire apartment a replica of his own’s floorplan. He spent ten minutes rummaging through the kitchen, cursing Suna’s disorganization. Ten minutes before deciding that a resident of the apartment might have better luck. He glanced towards the hallway, his feet carrying him before he could think.
There was the sound of the tv coming from behind the door and he winced as he resolved to knock. “Y/n?” Your name felt foreign on his tongue but he persisted. Knocking and calling again. He winced at the lack of answer, but he was determined to make that food tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to just grab your attention.
“Y/n?” He called again, his hand slowly turning the knob on the door, easing it open slowly. He was trying to call your name again when his voice died in his throat, unprepared for the sight in front of him.
Kita’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight. The pretty neighbor that he’d been catching glimpses of from the window was splayed out on the bed.
Your body was completely bare, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You had headphones over your ears, the reason why you hadn’t heard him trying to get your attention. Your mouth was parted lightly, soft moans falling out with your eyebrows scrunched together in focus.
He watched as your hands, much smaller than his own, pressed between your thighs. Your knees were bent up, one hand loosely holding a vibrator to your clit, the other trying to work the tip of a pretty purple dildo into yourself.
He swallowed hard as he watched your wetness pool out of you, covering the head of the dildo. He was ashamed in himself at the way he could feel himself harden in his pants, at the way he imagined what you would look like trying to stretch yourself around his length.
He clenched his jaw as he saw your body arch slightly, your head falling further back into the pillow. Small whimpers falling from your mouth.
He watched your muscles tense and he couldn’t draw his eyes away. Couldn’t bring himself to make a single sound as he watched you bring yourself closer to the edge. Right up until the point where he watched your back fall back down as you groaned in frustration.
Your eyes stayed closed as you took a deep breath and he found himself closing the door as you started again.
Kita Shinsuke was the responsible one out of all of his friends. He’s quiet and reserved and respectable. He’s always on his best behavior. Except this moment, when he threw caution to the wind.
When he decided to risk it and take the consequences. When he walked over and knelt at the bottom of the bed, deciding that he, just once, could do something selfish.
Your body froze as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. Your eyes flew open and you glanced down to see a head of gray and black hair.
The cute man from next door, whose eyes were trained on the space between your thighs.
You squeaked, trying to sit up quickly, embarrassment filling your body, face heating up as you tried to snap your legs closed. He glanced up quickly, eyes darker than you’d known them to be before they softened upon meeting yours.
He didn’t let go of your wrist that was gripped around the dildo. Instead, his fingers rubbed circles into your wrist. His second hand brushed up your bare thigh, goosebumps raising after his fingers as he leaned up onto the bed. His fingers lightly pulled the headphones off of your ears and you were greeted by the sound of your tv playing once again.
“Ya can tell me to stop.” His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes raked over your body. You felt so insecure under him, like his gaze was analyzing your body’s every twitch. “But ya look so pre’y like this.” Your chest tightened, sending heat rushing down towards your core. “Ya gonn’ lemme help?”
You almost said no, thought about it, but the way he was eyeing your body, the glances you’d stolen at him over the past week seeped into your mind. What was the worst that could happen? You whimpered and nodded lightly at him.
A smile pressed onto his lips and he brushed his hand against your thighs, easing them back open. “Yer so pre’y.” He mumbled.
You whimpered as he guided your hand to grip the base of the dildo harder, his other hand pressing the on switch to the vibrator again, helping you press it firmly to your clit. You let out a shaky moan as you collapsed back onto the bed, your eyes squeezing shut.
It sent a shock up into your body, the embarrassment of being splayed out like this and the pleasure it was causing to course through your core sending mixed signals to your brain.
His hand, wrapped around yours, began to push the tip of the dildo back in. You whimpered out a moan as you felt yourself stretch lightly. He groaned at the resistance, eyes trained on the wetness seeping out of you.
“Ya gotta relax, y/n.” You whined at the sound of your name falling out of his mouth, you didn’t even have the energy to question how he’d known it.
The vibrations traveling through your body from your clit was sending your mind into a haze. Your sharp gasp escaped your lips as he helped you ease the dildo into your cunt another inch.
“Yer so tigh’.” He groaned and you moaned at the praise. “Bet ya’d feel ‘mazin’ ‘round me.” You whined at the thought of it. Would he stretch you better than the dildo, dip into you further?
“Fuck, please, wanna cum.” You whined mindlessly, barely aware of his grip tightening around your wrists.
You could feel the tightness pulling at your stomach, you could feel yourself tightening around the dildo. Breathless moans falling from your mouth as your head fell back, back arching as he guided your hands. You whined as you couldn’t keep up with the edge you were chasing.
You heard the pretty man tsk from between your legs. “No wonder.” He released your hands and you whined as your orgasm fell away from you before you could reach it. “Ya go a li’le slack there darlin’.” You let out a strangled protest as he pulled the toys out of you and pushed them off to the side. “I’ll take care o’ ya.” He traced his fingers across your wrists, dragging them up with him as he placed himself on the bed between your legs.
“What—” you started, watching as he hovered over you, pulling your wrists to lay up by your head.
“Jus’ need ya to relax.” He whispered, his voice sending shivers up your spine as he pressed a soft kiss against your jaw. “Wan’a hear ya moan my name. Can ya do that fer me?” You whined as you felt him nibble onto your neck lightly, nodding softly as he traced kisses along your skin.
“Strangers shouldn’ be doin’ this.” He let his fingers trace up your arms and you let out a shaky breath. “Kita Shinsuke.”
His hands brushed against your sides lightly. “Shi—Shinsuke.” You repeated back with a whimper as he cupped one of your breasts.
“Will ya say it ‘gain fer me.” He kissed down your chest lightly, kissing the tops of your breasts. “Ya look so perfec’. Pre’y like this.”
You moaned his name again softly as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue lapping at it lightly.
“These fi’ in my hands jus’ right.” You whined as he palmed your breasts, kissing down the middle. He kissed all the way down, pulling small gasps out of your lips as made his way back between your legs.
“Can’tell ya how many times I though’ ‘bout havin’ ya like this.” You whined as you felt his hot breath against your core.
“Shinsuke.” You whimpered, your fingers winding into his hair.
“Jus’ keep sayin’ it, love. Lemme take care o’ ya.”
You nodded lightly as he pushed your knees over his shoulder. He nudged his nose against your clit and your breath hitched. Your eyes fluttered shut easily as he pressed his tongue into you easily. He moaned into you and your breathing stuttered.
“Ya taste so pre’y, darlin’.”
You cried out as he licked into you desperately, pace quickening as your moans increased in volume. Breathy sounds of his name fell from your lips as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You whined as his fingers pressed to your entrance, easing two in slowly. Whispered ‘please’s and whimpers of his name fell out as you felt your core tightening up again. “Wan’ cum please.”
He hummed against you and curled his fingers up, licking diligently at your clit as you felt sparks running down your spine. Your back arched as you cried out whines of his name, feeling yourself barreling towards the edge.
Your legs clamped closed around his head but he seemed unphased as he pushed you into your orgasm. You whined at the immediate feeling of overstimulation, your fingers pushing at his head, trying to detach him from you as he sent more sparks running through your veins.
He pulled off slightly, pressing soft kisses into the inside of your thighs as he massaged circles into them. “Ya taste so sweet, can’ get ‘nough.” You watched dazedly as he licked across his lips trying to lick up your cum left over on them. “Coul’ stay ‘ere all day.”
You panted, watching as he leaned up onto his knees, your eyes trailing his fingers as he undid the buttons on his shirt, easily pulling it off. You tried to lean up to reach for him but he tsked you and pushed you back down easily.
“No.” He said softly, kissing the corner of your mouth as he hovered over you. “This s’all ‘bout ya darlin’.”
He pressed his lips to yours finally, his hand cupping your cheek and lifting your jaw up to his. You could taste yourself on his lips and he swallowed the moan you let out. You let your hands fall against his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles as his hands moved down to unbutton his pants.
“Wanna,” you whined as you kissed him again, “wanna feel you please.”
Shinsuke let out a soft chuckle as he kissed your lips again. “All ‘bout ya darlin’.” He whispered into your lips, pushing his pants down his legs.
You let your eyes rake over him as you did, the first time you really had the chance to fully appreciate his beauty. His gray and black hair was messy from the previous ministrations of where your fingers had tugged at the strands. His shiny brown eyes trained down between your bodies as his fingers brushed against your skin.
His long pretty fingers, soft and rough at the same time, sure of themselves in their movements but handling you with care. Your own fingers longed to brush against the dips along his hips, to trace the trail down lower. Longed to rake nails against the course hair that led to what you now wanted most.
A soft moan fell out of his kiss-swollen lips as he nudged the head of his cock against your clit.
“Shin,” you whined out the nickname, “please wanna.”
He groaned at the sound of your voice, leaning up to catch your lips with his again as he slowly eased the head of his cock into you. You breathed in a shaky breath as his mouth fell open against yours.
“God darlin’. Ya feel s’good.” He moaned into your mouth, kissing you again. He eased his hips forward a little more, drawing a moan out of you. “Feel s’tigh’ ‘round me.” Your head fell back into the pillow, soft moans falling out of your lips as he pushed the rest of the way in. “Ya look s’pre’y b’neath me.”
“Shinsuke.” You moaned, drawing out his name as he brushed his hands against your thighs softly, pulling your knees up to his hips. You felt yourself clench around him and the moan he let out made you unintentionally do it again.
“Fuck, can’ help it.” He groaned, eyes glazing over as he leaned up to look down between you both, eyes tracing over your body. “Yer s’perfec’.” His voice was rough against your ears as his hand pulled your knees together in between your bodies. “m’sorry. Can’t help it.” He groaned as he pushed your knees closer to your chest. You let out a squeak as he pressed in deeper.
You felt your eyes roll as you he dragged his cock out slowly before thrusting back in quickly. You let out a curse and he repeated the motion.
“M-more please.” You moaned out, barely catching the soft smile he gave you.
“Anythin’ fer ya, pre’y.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss you, subsequently pushing himself more into you. You let out a strangled moan against his lips as he picked up the pace, his speed quickly becoming brutal.
You let out a pathetic whine as his hips adjusted and the tip of his cock hit a spot in you that had you seeing stars. “Right—” you moaned loudly as he picked up what you were trying to say and his hips began to move incredibly faster.
You cried out calls of his name as he bullied the head of his cock into that sensitive spot repeatedly. Words tumbled out of your mouth with no meaning, mixed in with pleas and curses and versions of his name.
“Ya gon’ cum fer me darlin’?” He whispered against your neck, his lips pulling some of the sensitive skin and sucking a mark into it.
You moaned again, slurring out a flurry of ‘yes’s, your eyes rolling and your back arching as you felt the pressure of your orgasm building quickly. Crying out another call of his name you felt his grip tighten on your body.
A flurry of curses left his lips against your skin. “Wan’ my cum?”
Your head was nodding fervently before you could register it, your hands trying to find purchase on your sheets as you felt yourself tumble over the edge. The sound of his moans in your ear sent your senses into overload and his rhythm got sloppy, his speed and strength still not wavering.
“So pre’y takin’ me.” He whined into your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin he’d just marked. “Cum fer me ‘gain m'love.”
You whined at the overstimulation, your nerves on fire from your orgasm not calming as he continued to pound into your g-spot. “Wanna—”
You whined as one of his hands came down between the two of you, his fingers picking up quick but light circles around your clit. “Wanna feel your cum, Shinsuke.”
You choked out another moan and cried as you felt yourself rushing towards the edge again, your body tensing up. Your hands pressing against his chest pointlessly trying to relieve the overwhelming pleasure.
His groan against your skin was broken, your name falling from his lips easily as his hips stuttered. Keeping his hips pressed firmly against yours, he let out a strangled moan. He pressed his lips back to yours and swallowed your cries as your orgasm crashed over. Your nails dug into his arms, leaving crescent shaped marks.
You whined as he slowly pulled out, his fingers rubbing easily into your muscles as he unfolded your legs. Your breathing was still staggering as he easily stretched your body back from it's cramped position.
“Ya need to keep yer window shut when ya change, darlin.” You tilted your head at him, confused as he rubbed his fingers into the sore spots of your hips. “I can see ya from my steps.” He smiled lightly as he felt your legs tense up. “Relax darlin’ I jus’ worked hard to relax ya.”
He brushed his fingers against your core and gathered up some of his cum that was leaking out. You whined as he pressed it back in. “This sight, righ’ ‘ere.” He raked his eyes over your body and you felt the urge to shrink. “I wan’ it to be all fer me.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mind still in a post-orgasmic haze, trying to figure out if you heard him correctly. “What do you mean?” You asked breathily, as he smiled down at you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheekbone.
“I mean,” he whispered, “anytime ya wanna be taken care o’, ya come t’me. It’ll be my job now.” He hummed in question, but you didn’t protest that arrangement. You didn’t mind it. You watched him pull away from you, him slipping his clothes on easily.
Your breathing paused, waiting for him to walk out the door. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to stand slowly. Your eyes watched his movements easily as he looked down at you, brushing your hair back from your face.
“Shinsuke?” You whispered in question but he just smiled, eyes taking in your every movement.
“Yer beau’ful darlin’.” You swallowed hard, your face heating up as you looked down. “Ya should grab a show’r. M’gonna make ya somethin’ to eat.” You tilted your head at him in confusion but he left you no choice as he guided you down the hall and to the bathroom. “C’mon darlin’.”
You were confused, but showered quickly, washing your body slowly, the soreness in your core reminding you of the man who would probably be gone when you left the bathroom. You sighed as you wrapped your towel around your body and braced yourself to be alone when you reopened the door.
Shinsuke’s hand wrapped around your waist easily as you stepped out, however. “Drink this,” he pressed a glass of water to your lips and you looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ve gotta go, but there’s food on ya counter.” You watched in awe as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Close ya window, darlin’.”
You spent the rest of the night reeling from the interaction, trying to ignore the millions of questions racing through your mind. Spent the next morning sitting on the couch and eating your breakfast slowly as Suna talked your ear off about boys he could try to hook you up with.
You hadn’t found it in yourself to tell him about Shinsuke from the night before yet, your brain still trying to wrap itself around the events.
Suna dragged you out to lunch that day. And with your luck, you both ran into Shinsuke.
“Hey Kita.” Suna greeted as you both passed him. Your eyes lingered on his arms, the muscles that tensed under his t-shirt. The muscles that bore the light markings of your nails from the night before.
“Suna,” Kita nodded at him before regarding you with a soft smile, “y/n.” You swallowed as you remembered how your name sounded on his lips last night. Rolling off his tongue as he came inside of you, as he kissed your skin, as he-
“Hi Shinsuke.” You muttered back, eyes training on the way his fingers wrapped around the strap of his bag. Of how his hair was combed perfectly now compared to the mess your fingers had made of it the night before.
You barely noticed the way Suna’s eyes flitted between you two, narrowing at the way your own eyes traced each other’s forms. You missed the way he let a smirk cross his lips in realization as he guided you away. “Sorry, lunch plans, catch you later?”
Lunch was a blur and so was most of the rest of the day. You kept glancing at your window, with the blinds pulled closed, just as Shinsuke had asked of you. However, with the blinds closed, you couldn’t see Shinsuke coming and going. It took you all of until the next afternoon to give in and pull your blinds open. You wanted him so badly to come over again.
So when he was supposed to be coming home, you figured, it wouldn’t hurt to keep the window open. It was harmless, really, taking your shirt off and waving to Shinsuke as he was a few steps up to his house. Harmless, really, as you walked away from the window, letting him decide what to do.
It wasn’t your fault that you missed the two boys at the bottom of the stairs looking up to where Shinsuke had been looking.
That you missed the boy whistling lowly and nudging Suna in the ribs saying: “tha’s yer new roommate?”
That you missed Shinsuke’s low growl of irritation and him shoving his house keys into Suna’s hands has he stalked away, burning a trail to you in your room.
Wasn’t your fault that you missed Shinsuke snapping at the boy with a: “keep yer eyes off my girl, Miya.”
That you missed Suna’s shit-eating grin as he led Osamu over towards Shinsuke’s apartment. “Shit, sorry, forgot to mention she was taken.”
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Doing my duty to keep things on the lighter side 🫡
Romanced!ROs reactions if the MC were to find them one day, solemnly telling them, "I don't know how to say this, but you're going to be a parent" - only to pull out a bedraggled little stray kitten or pup?
This is very light and cute, Anon!
Oswin: Nearly has a freak out over the word "parent" and goes weak in the knees at the reveal. He loves puppies and kittens, but start with that next time, lol.
Zahn: *squeals*
(one braincell between these two)
Duri: *squeals*
Rune: *sighs* "Again?" *already thinking of names*
???: "Well...this is awkward." *pulls out hidden baby animals from pockets*
Thank you for the ask, Anon! Related posts below too if you like. ^_^
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I would love to hear more about your Sampo headcanons!:)
Hello!!!!
So strictly speaking, I've said all my 'main' headcannons so what's left is just silly little thoughts that I feel like would or could happen in cannon and just are fun to think about. So here we go!
1. I think it would be really cute if at some point, after the seal of the underworld was lifted and Rivet Town is habitable once more, Natasha wants to return to the orphanage and, to raise money, they do a theatrical performance.
Sampo volunteers to help as a director and while he is fair, he bias he has for children is a lot more noticeable. Like, he'd be the Gordon Ramsay of theater. They did raise the funds though so all is forgiven. /j
2. You know Celine? The NPC that wants to become like another NPC so at that point she just stalks and copies her and asks for our help in a daily mission? Yeah, he accidently gave her the idea.
He would probably at some point advertise himself as a 'solver of any problem' and Celine would come to him asking for acting advice, saying she wants to be more like Tamila (the NPC she's trying to copy).
The advice he would give is learn how to pick up some of her mannerisms so she can get more 'in character', saying that's what he does a lot . And Celine does, and that's the start of her 'obsession'.
He doesn't know what's going on with Celine since after the initial 'session' he hasn't seen her and he didn't think about it much. He made money that's all that matters.
3. When Seele turned of age to drink, she immediately started challenging people to drinking contests because she has high metabolism. However, she got too cocky when she taunted Sampo, not knowing that man has spent a big portion of his life in the World's End tavern.
She lost soon after and never went drinking with Sampo again. Don't worry though, the day after Natasha scolded both. Sampo still makes fun of her anytime he sees her holding an alcoholic drink (Natasha won't admit she finds it entertaining).
4. Has started multiple betting pools with the Silvermane Guards (while pretending to be one). Gepard know of them (not that it's Sampo making them) and lets them do it since the bets (50-100 credits) aren't that big so nobody is losing much money and it keeps his soldiers entertained enough.
5. I just know this man makes snowmen in highly dangerous, far from the city, fragmentum filled areas. Like he's in the middle of nowhere, snow is all around him and fragmentum are ready to strike anything that moves and he crunches down, and makes snowmen in dumb poses, sometimes resembling people from Belobog.
Anytime that the Guards have to make an expedition for whatever reason and spot a snowman, the reaction they have is: "He's been here too????????!!!!! Why?????!!! What the fuck, how?!?!??!1/1?1/"
6. Babies, infants more specifically, immediately calm down and giggle in his arms but he himself is very awkward around them. It's probably because he's a Creation of Elation so he brings laugher easily, but he does not know how to interact with them. They are just so small! What if he accidently boops their nose too hard and it dents or something???????
Whenever Natasha has a difficult baby to deal with because they keep crying no matter what she calls Sampo. He always comes, thinking it's a favor she needs or more medicine, but no. It's a baby, here hold it.
7. Since he's not entirely human, he needs less food, water and sleep. That's great a lot, but he neglects those needs more often than not because he forgets he needs to eat, drink and sleep.
8. He probably has slept in a cardboard box before, because he forgot that he does get tired and was about to pass out so he did it in the safest place (trash).
9. I do believe he's unvaccinated, not because he's anti-vax, but because, one, he's not fully human so his immune system is different and stronger, but also two, it requires a lot more touching that he's comfortable with (that is none) which is why he avoids doctors
Plus, he was spawned, he was never a child. So he never had the opportunity to get one and he learnt about their existence a little too late.
He once mentioned it to Gepard who freaked out and made a plan with Natasha to get Sampo to get his shots. It was messy.
10. I do believe he can shapeshift and I imagine that he once had a conversation with Gepard (after they had become closer) where he mentioned that in another language Geppie's name means cheetah. And because Gepard has never seen a cheetah, Sampo shapeshifted into one. Sampo spent the entire night shapeshifting into different animals and species to show the other. Gepard quickly noted that a fox suits Sampo a lot.
#hope you liked them!!!!!!#thank you anon!!#I love talking about my favourite little conman#sampo koski#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr sampo
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okay okay i did another one! charles/logan/erik
“Here, take this.”
“Oka- Wait! What am I supposed to do with a baby!?”
Erik wasn’t exactly pleased that he had to leave the mansion. It was strange that, after so long fighting it, the place had finally become home to the point that he wanted to stay. But he could stand a day or two away. He had to.
After all, it wasn’t everyday one learned he had sired a child and the mother wanted nothing to do with her. A child that he had been informed about by an organization wanting to know if he would take the child or if the child would be placed in the system.
Even if that meant leaving Charles alone with Wolverine, he would have to make that sacrifice.
But he was back now, walking into the school with a little girl with green hair in his arms and a pastel pink backpack thrown over his shoulder.
He located the metal chair with ease and, sure enough, the metal coated skeleton only a foot or so away in Charles’s personal living room upstairs. So that was where he was heading.
They had set up a basic nursery across from their bedroom. It wasn’t fully furnished yet—with Erik gone the other two only had a couple of days to work—but a glance inside on his way, and Erik ensured there was a cot for her and a changing table along with a stack of diapers. It would have to do for now.
Then he was going down the short hall to join the other two, a small smile on his face as he heard his daughter making little sounds, just staring to wake up from her nap.
“There you are,” Charles said with a smile, his eyes landing on Erik and the baby immediately. “And that hair.”
“Kids a mutant if I ever saw one,” Logan said, watching just as closely but not smiling. Erik wasn’t sure the man knew the meaning of the word.
“No,” Erik replied, “I just stopped to dye her hair on the way here. Didn’t want any cops to recognize her.”
“You say that, but I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you did something like that, Mags,” The man countered and Erik rolled his eyes, trying to not let his amusement show as he sat on the couch with the two of them.
“It’s her natural color,” Erik said, just in case, “They said her mother took one look at her and refused her. Just because of her hair color.” He shifted the little girl in his arms so they could see her face.
“What’s her name?” Charles asked, his hand going out, the back of one finger gently rubbing over her little cheek.
“Lorna,” Erik said quietly, watching his partner interacting with their new child. “Lorna Dane Lehnsherr.”
“She’s adorable,” He cooed as she yawned, “Isn’t she cute, Logan?”
“Precious,” Logan said in a gruff voice that would lead one to believe he wasn’t being serious. Erik decided it was best not to ask, this wasn’t the time to be getting into a fight with his partner’s boyfriend.
“And your’s too, darling. Stop being so difficult,” Charles reminded him with a telepathic nudge.
“Just because we get along in bed at night doesn’t mean he’s my boyfriend,” Erik countered.
“Oh, of course not, no,” Charles sounded nothing but patronizing but Erik decided to let it pass.
Mostly because their daughters bottom lip trembled before she started crying and that distracted Erik. He started trying to juggle the backpack and Lorna before deciding there were better ways.
“Here, take this,” He said, passing Lorna to his right, into Logan’s hands.
The man accepted the baby with ease, though he was holding her in front of him, one hand under each of her arms, keeping her well away from him. “Oka- Wait! What am I supposed to do with a baby!?”
“Well, not that,” Charles said, almost sounding offended as Erik scrambled through the diaper bag, “She’s not diseased, love.”
“She came out of the magnet, we don’t know what she has,” Logan countered as Charles tried to help him hold her like one was supposed to hold a baby.
“Now that you’re holding her, she might have fleas,” Erik replied as he finally pulled out the bottle he had been looking for and set out to the small kitchen across the room to heat it.
When he came back, the two were holding his daughter in a joint effort, both of their arms under her and Erik wondered if Charles didn’t trust Logan or if Logan didn’t trust himself.
Either way, he sat down with a warmed bottle and held it out. Charles took the bottle, his hand moving slowly at first to make sure Logan had her, and then he brought the bottle to Lorna’s mouth, watching her latch on.
For a while, the three of them just watched her drinking her milk happily. Then Logan glanced at Erik and back at the girl, “I have to say, Mags, you done good.”
Erik smiled, leaning against the man just a little, his right arm pressed against Logan’s left as he watched the other two feed their daughter.
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You're a content creator. Or perhaps video maker is a better word. Filmaker doesn't sound right, you mostly just film yourself. But either way because you read stuff to a camera for a living everyone is telling you to get a digital voice box. You never thought of yourself as the type to become a cyborg, but it's not something you can see, and it really does get down that narration voice down more than any fleshy voice box does.
You finally cave in and get it. Your new voice is way more steady, a bit more feminine and high, strangely calmly enthusiastic. It's really weird hearing yourself talk with so little imperfections, it's not how you sound in your head at all, and all your freinds are kind of weirded out. But on the bright side your channel grows a lot, you've gained more subscribers in the month since you replaced your voice than you have in all the years when you had your biological voice. Everyone is so very proud of you, for the first time your parents actually support your job, and you have so much more to spend now.
After a few months a big network wants to sign a contract with you, it'll let you get the good sponsors, the ones that people trust, and let you crossover with content creators you only ever thought of yourself as a fan of. It seems so nice, though they do say that they can request any body part they want be replaced, or else you'll break contract, and become nothing once more.
After things go well for awhile, but your growth steadied a bit, your network request you take another mechanical body part. They say your expressions aren't very "on brand" and your face shape is a bit too 2050s for their liking, so they're going to replace some of your facial muscles with much more plyable machines. After the surgery your expressions are entirely manual, or set by an app, it skyrockets your channel, but none of your freinds or family even recognize your face, and it doesn't emote when you aren't actively telling it too, so most of your offline social interactions leave you stuck with an expressionless wide eyed stare. You realize they also added some online upgrades to your mechanical voice box, it sounds even less like you now, and you're not able to say words like 'fuck' or 'sex' or 'unionize'. You didn't realize before how horrifying it would be to try to say a specific words and not be able to, nomatter how hard you try.
Your career keeps going well, you get some upgrades that stop you from sleeping or eating that much but you don't really mind those. You also start having fewer and fewer freinds outside the industry and more and more freinds from within it. But after a minor scandal with an ex, your manager tells you you're going to get a new type of surgery: they say that it's not good for someone as famous as you to have body parts that aren't advertiser freindly, they tell you you need to have your genitals and nipples removed, with such a young audience it would be irresponsible not to. A marketing expert feigns comfort as you try to cry, telling you you'll be just like a cute little doll.
You know you can't resist. The company technically owns your face and your voice, if you tried to resist they could have them ripped out of your skull, leaving you a bloody mess. You enjoy your sex organs for the last few days you have them, trying to make the most out of what you'll probably never have again. When the operation is done you wish your eyes could still cry, your body feels so alien, your anatomy so weird and empty and like your body isn't your own. There's an awful voice in the back of your head (and in every comment section now) telling you're not a real woman anymore. You start to understand what people mean by dysphoria, your body is less and less your own every day.
Eventually they take almost all of your body, it's theirs to control. As the years go by you don't have bones you have metal and plastic, you don't have skin you have rubber that looks a lot like skin. Even your eyes are gone, you have new color changing eyes, with the same restrictive settings that Christian parents put on their children's artificial eyes, that block out things like nudity and gore, they censor away a lot of books and news articles too. You don't feel like yourself at all, you're someone else's now, someone's pretty little doll. Your body doesn't even look human now, more like a hyper feminine anime figurine, with no hair on its legs, and a face that never cries or gets angry.
You can barely look at human bodies now, they don't even read as real to you. You admire other cyborgs if anything, cyborgs who replaced their body parts because they wanted to, and look how they want, people with jailbroken limbs and organs that run on Linux, many limbed insectoids who don't try to look humanoid, and furries whose artificial skin makes them look like wolves or cats, or asymmetrical punks who have art sprawling across their metal chassises. You admire them more because at least you could in theory some day become that, become someone who owns their own body, even if most people consider them the lowest of the low, the most cringe the most unmarketable. You want so badly to become unmarketable.
Mabye you want everything to be torn away. You fantasize about your expensive body being destroyed, and ending up with boxy uncomfortable hospital model parts. Mabye if you're broken nobody will want to play with you. You don't know if anything can save you, anything short of a r*volution, and that's not even a word your eyes can see or your mouth should say, so it's so scary to think of it.
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#writing#my worldbuilding#my writing#fantasy#leftism#leftist#cyborgs#cyberpunk#cyborg#cybercore#cybernetics#science fantasy#science fiction#sci fi#scifi#sci fi writing#sci fi worldbuilding#scifi worldbuilding#scifi writing#original fiction#flash fiction#short story#short fiction#anticapitalism#anti capitalist#anti capitalism#dystopia
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(english is not my first lenguage so sorry for eventual errors)
The sunlight illuminated the big house, while the sweet laughter of a newborn filled the room. Some family friends asked you to babysit their six month old and you were super excited. You loved children and spending time with them so much. So you asked JJ to keep you company, that loved spending time with you, so he accepted without fully understanding that your attention would fully be on the baby for the entire afternoon.
“God, aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?” a toothless mouth smiled at you while you tickled Bella’s neck. You noticed that she loved being held and when you kissed her cheeck, so you were doing that repeatedly.
“I am not the cutest in the world anymore?” your boyfriend asked, trying to make fun of you. Since he arrived, it seemed like JJ was a bit scared of being too near the baby, so he tried to keep his distance. He never really interacted with a child this young before, so he was literally shitting himself and prefferred to not do anything instead.
You shot a jockingly glare at him, “At least she doesn't annoy me as much as you.”
He stuck his tongue out to you and took a few steps closer.
“Can’t wait to have one of my own '' you quickly booped her nose to hear that gorgeous laugh again.
“You know we could go and make one of those right now?” JJ suggests, raising both eyebrows.
You opened your mouth in a shocked expression, covering Bella’s little ears, “Don’t say these vulgarities in front of the baby!”
It was now your sweet blond boy turn to laught.
“I just can see myself as a girl mom,” you caressed the baby’s cheek softly, “I’d bring her shopping with me and we would buy those cute baby clothes.”
JJ couldn’t help it, but his heart exploded at the thought. Just imagining you with his baby made him happy. But he just couldn’t see himself in the picture. If some families ended up like his did, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to try having one.
“I don’t know if I would be any good,” he confessed, lowering his tone.
You quickly understood what he meant and travelled your gaze to him, gently stroking away one trand of hair from his face and caressing his cheek.
“Can you hold her for a moment?” you passed him the newborn carefully. “I need to pee.”
JJ was stuck watching the baby for a moment, while you disappeared from the room. But he was quick to start coping the way you kept the baby in your arms, that didn’t seem that difficult. But damn, that baby was pretty cute.
Bella started moving her head to the bathroom door and stuck out his chubby hand in the direction you had gone.
“Yeah, she pretty right?” he gently told her.
“Relax, she’s coming back, but if you still my girlfriend ‘m gonna break all your toys” he used his fingers to poke her on her belly, making her giggle.
“‘m not kidding you baby,” he picked her up so their faces were on the same level, “don’t you dare laugh at me!”
In response JJ received a big baby laugh that completely melted his heart. He couldn’t stop messing with her until you were back, mesmerized by the pureness of the child.
The sight of your boyfriend with the sweetest smile on his face and a cute baby in his hands (that also seemed completely in love with the blond boy too) made your stomach flip. In that moment you knew what you wanted your future to sound and seem like and you couldn’t wait for it to have JJ in it.
When your boyfriend brought his blue eyes on you they illuminated even more. The sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed. If there wasn’t a kid you would have jumped on his bones right then and there
“There she is!” the boy exclaimed.
You smiled even more while JJ passed the little human in your arms. You took the occasion to get on your tiptoes and gently peck him on the lips.
“You’re definitely a girl dad too baby” you whispered on his lips.
“You think?” his hot breath made you shiver.
“Yeah, you’d be the best,” he interrupted you with another kiss and then looked at you with his usual grin on his lips. His hands were suddenly on your back, drawing circles on your skin.
“You’ll just have to make all my babies then.”
A/N: I don't know if I love it or I hate it, but now I come back here on tumblr when I want to share these little ideas that mix in my head. I hope you like it, request me anything❤️
#outer banks#rafe obx#jj maybank#jj x reader#imagines#jj maybank x pogue!reader#jj mayback x reader#jj smut#jj fluff#sarah cameron#kiara carerra imagine#pope outer banks#john b routledge#outerbanks#outer banks imagine
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Thank you for writing Palmarosa! You write Astarion’s trauma so beautifully and I’m so excited to read more. For you, what is the most fun to write about for Palmarosa?
Hi anon!
I enjoy the interplay between Astarion and Raphael the most, but I have to be careful with it. Too much where Astarion and Raphael are getting along, and the tension fades and Raphael becomes just like... 'cute soft devil man' lol, and too little isn't good either.
But mostly I just enjoy writing them talking or spending time together, whether that's tense or fraught or calm or painful or terrifying or fun. Getting them both in a room together and forcing them to interact makes me happy :D
#asks and answers#palmarosa#thespectaclesofthor#i'm glad you're enjoying it!!#i also like that they're both monsters?#and they both have aspects of humanity that manifest in different ways#astarion's clearly got more of it#but he also wanted to ascend despite what that would have done to his#sense of morality#so he certainly doesn't have enough internal ethics to be like#'actually becoming a monstrous overlord who keeps slaves is bad'#and frankly neither does raphael#and i think they're both cut from similar kinds of cloth in some ways and not in others#and that's just very interesting as an interplay#esp with the power differential between them
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"Such a romantic scene, right? Az lending Elain TT because he didn't want to upset Mor by taking it into battle with him? It's ridiculous how you romanticize that scene while completely ignoring how we got there." Umm.... what? Not the same anon but I'm confused by this👆🏻. I ship elriel AND elucien bcuz I'm an Elain girl first and foremost. So I'm happy with either or both. But I think you're the one who's ignoring the author's narrative. Sjm made a point of describing how everyone present were shocked/surprised that Azriel gave Elain the truth-teller and it had nothing to do with Mor. Sjm made sure that readers know that it's an important scene.
I suggest you read this post
Sarah wants you paying attention to to what's happening in between, the little crumbs when you think she's just getting wordy because that's where you'll find the true intentions
Characters saying "oh look! Az never gave TT to anyone!" is in your face. The subtle point, the crumb, is that he only gave it to Elain because Mor begged Az, tears in her eyes to sit out of battle . Where he was fully prepared to disobey Rhys.... But listened for Mor. Meaning he would have taken TT into battle had his true love not convinced him to stay behind.
So no, you are the one ignoring what happened. Just like you're ignoring how Az refused to give Elain a quick lesson when she expressed concern on not knowing how to use it.
Az was literally like "it's foolproof so take this" and Elain said "I don't know how to use it" and Az.... Said nothing.
Just how you're ignoring how SJM said Elain returned it and walked away without looking back. Meaning regardless of what happened between them, it actually didn't mean much at all in terms of their future together because that moment is in Elain's past and she chose to not look back.
You're distracted by the pretty flashy, sparkly scene, the characters getting all big eyed because Az lent it out while ignoring WHY he was able to lend it out and how he gave Elain zero tips on dagger handling. He's a warrior who offered to train Feyre how to fly yet left Elain defenseless on what to actually do with TT. You're completely missing what the author is trying to tell you in the wordy details, the red flags of this scene because you're too busy mooning over how cute you think it is that Az gave it to her.
And you're forgetting that Elain honestly didn't seem to give a damn that he gave it to her in the first place.
You claim to care about Elain while you seem more fixated on what Az does than what she does.
She returned TT then walked away without looking back.
She returned his necklace and had no further interactions, didn't seem to be all that upset in the months following.
She vocalized how she's not a child to be fought over then Az turns around boasting he'd defeat Lucien in a duel to the death.
She said they don't get to tell her what she can or can't do yet Az, behind her back, says she shouldn't be exposed to the darkness of the Trove though believes Nesta can and Amren has to reprimand him.
Where Elain said she would try to reacquaint herself with her powers yet Az never offered to help her.
Where Az avoided Elain during her time of need because he wanted to go to the CON or couldn't stand her bond that as we're told, will always be a bond.
You are not an Elain girl first and foremost when all you care about is having Az get what he claims to want when it's clear he's got zero respect for Elain when it actually matters. Where he refuses to treat her as an equal.
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