One thing I’ve been thinking about for the past couple days, but something I’m not the biggest fan of with Kingdom is how the majority of the Cookies of Darkness are played more for jokes than they are for serious. And thus in doing so, the CoD itself doesn’t feel like that much of a threat

Like yeah, I like seeing stuff with the CoD just doing silly stuff, and I don’t need them to be super dark and serious 100% of the time, but like, of the Cookies of Darkness, the only characters that are consistently treated like an actual threat are Dark Enchantress Cookie and Pomegranate Cookie, though even then sometimes she’s part of the gag. And sure, some of the characters in the main story may be treated like a threat, like Red Velvet (despite his one appearance) and Affogato, but then also you’ll have them in a boy band or chilling at the rock festival, totally incognito

And again, it’s not that I don’t enjoy this stuff, but it’s just, how am I supposed to take the Cookies of Darkness as a serious threat when you’re putting them in boy bands and school AUs? Especially when more often than not, it’s the jokey route they use with them?

It’s part of the reason I don’t really see why we need all these Legendaries and Dragons and armies to fight Dark Enchantress, because 80% of the CoD are a bunch of silly little guys. I know realistically DE is powerful and has her Cake Army, hence why they need all that power, but that impression that they’re actually a threat doesn’t typically come to mind for me. But maybe that’s a me thing

And like, honestly I’d say Ovenbreak does it better when it comes to having the CoD seem like a threat. Sure I haven’t seen every event with them involved and I know they only show up like, once in a blue moon, but they usually cause actual problems, and if anything the fact that we see them so little makes them feel more significant, and like Dark Enchantress is more of a looming threat

I dunno, that’s just how I feel

Hey! I love your writing. Could I please request a fluff piece when Iris is till a baby and Joel is on dad duty? Idk just something really fluffy where he just enjoys being a dad and also Sarah helping?

Dad Duty

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: F (no outbreak au, talks of diapers and poop because infants are a mess, elementary!joel being the best dad/husband in the world, talks of being drunk/alcohol consumption)

wc: <1k

a/n: sorry for the delayed wait on this, anon! i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🫶🏼

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“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” you asked, standing by the front door in a “going out” outfit for the first time since your daughter had been born six months ago. “I can cancel.”

Joel shook his head sternly as he and Sarah sat on the couch, Iris fast asleep in his arms.

“It’s your best friend’s birthday,” he said. “I won’t hear the end of it from her if she suspects you cancelled all because you don’t think I can handle a six-month old.”

“Of course I think you can handle it,” you said, offering him a sweet smile as you grabbed your purse. “I just feel guilty—“

“Baby,” he sighed, tilting his head at you. “Iris ain’t gonna remember you goin’ out one time when she was six months old.”

“I know, but—“

“No buts,” he said. “Get your fine ass out there, and take a couple shots for me while you’re at it.”

“Besides,” Sarah chimed in, pulling your eyes to hers. “I’m here as backup. Go have fun for once.”

Letting out a deep exhale, you nodded, agreeing to bury your guilt over leaving your daughter behind for the first time. “Fine. But if you need me—“

“Baby,” Joel chuckled. “We got it. Go get hammered.”

Walking over to him, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” he said, tilting your chin so that he could steal a quick peck on your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Go on now before they start honkin’ and wake baby girl up.”

“Alright,” you said, walking over to the door. “Sarah, don’t let your dad try to cook anything. I’d hate to come back to ashes.”

“Already on it.”

“Sarah!” Joel called from the upstairs nursery, Iris on the changing table in front of him making the biggest and grossest mess he’d ever encountered in his tenure as a father. “We got any more wipes?”

Sarah was already laughing when she walked in, carrying a new pack of wipes in hand before she witnessed the scene in front of her and started to gag.

“I’m never having a kid,” she said, covering her nose with her t-shirt.

“This ain’t the usual,” Joel said, shaking his head as he tried his best to clean up his very wiggly daughter. “Stay still, baby girl. It’s—Jesus, Iris. How’d it get in your hair?”

“I’m not even sure a bath will fix this,” Sarah said, looking disgusted. “I think we have to take her back and get a brand new baby.”

“Your mom would notice,” he said. “Otherwise, ain’t too bad an idea.”

After a thorough cleaning that left Joel scarred, Iris was set down in her activity chair down in the living room, her favorite nonsensical cartoon on while Sarah helped Joel cook some mac and cheese for dinner, her babbles filing the home.

“And to think she thought the house would catch on fire if I tried to cook,” he said, smiling at the thought of you.

“Well, in fairness it has almost happened before,” she said, earning an offended look from her father. “You don’t remember the fork in the microwave incident?”

“Shit,” he cursed, shaking his head. “You’re right. But in my defense, someone left it in my takeout box.”

“Yeah, you.” Joel chuckled, amused by her wit. “But to pad your stats, we can lie and say you made dinner tonight.”

“No, she’d expect me to start cookin’ then,” he said. “I may have pulled a miracle tonight, but my battin’ average ain’t great. Do you want to take the chance of house burnin’ down?”

“Good point.”

“Exactly. You’re takin’ the credit for this work of art.” Joel pointed at the pot of artificial cheese goodness. “How in the world am I hungry after cleaning up Iris’s shi—“

“Dad,” she winced. “I just got the image out of my mind.”

“If I gotta remember it, you do too, baby girl.”

It was midnight by the time you stumbled in, waving your best friend and her designated driver-slash-husband goodbye as you cracked the front door open before heading inside. To your surprise, Joel was still awake and rocking Iris to sleep in his arms, though judging by the heavy blink of his eyelids, he was barely hanging on.

“Hey baby,” he said with a smile as you stumbled your way over to the couch as quietly and gracefully as you could to sit down beside him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “How was it?”

“I’m drunk,” you confessed, your voice raspy from singing along to the club’s music. “And hungry.”

“Well, lucky for you, Sarah made dinner,” he said, standing up with Iris and setting her down in her rocker before holding his hand out for you. “Come on, you drunkard.”

“How were the girls?” you asked, clasping your hand in his as he guided you to the kitchen table to have a seat while he warmed up tonight’s leftovers.

“A piece of cake,” he said, shooting you a smile from over his shoulder. “Iris had one very messy diaper incident, but besides that, she was an angel. Just like her mom.”

“Hey, I won’t be having any messy diaper incidents for another fifty years or so,” you joked, earning another grin. “You gonna love me when I’m wearing a diaper?”

“Baby, I’m older than you,” he reminded. “If you’re wearin’ a diaper, so am I.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” you mused with a wide, drunken grin. “You can save your payback for then, have Iris see how it feels.”

“I like the way you think, baby,” he chuckled. “But I love her too much to make her go through what I went through earlier. I think I’m gonna need therapy after that.”

You stood up, finding your way over to him to wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back, too in love with him not to touch him.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed it,” you said, humming as Joel’s hand lowered from the pot on the stove to run over your forearm wrapped around his middle. “How about next weekend I watch the girls so you can have a night out?”

“Maybe one of these days we’ll both get to go out,” he chuckled. “Until then, I’m good stayin’ at home with my girls.”

KIDS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: ��They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.” & “That was kind of hot.” & “How is my wife more badass than me?” with Jack.

warnings: toxic mother (readers mom), profanity

as a mom, one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone else tries to parent my children. it happens most often with my own mother. she and i never had a great relationship, and i thought it may get better now that i have my own kids, but i was wrong, it’s only gotten worse.

she makes passive aggressive comments about Jack and i’s parenting choices, tries to undermine my decisions, and has even completely disregarded my words completely. but the real cherry on top is what’s happening right now.

Jack just got back from a roadie, and he was spending time with the kids when my mom showed up at our house. when i asked her what she was doing here, she said that she ‘thought i might need some help with the kids while Jack slept’. which rubbed me the wrong way because first of all, she knows he always sleeps on the plane so that he can play with Eli and Luella when he gets home; and second of all, she acts as if i don’t take care of my children all on my own the entire time he’s traveling.

“mom, what the hell?” i stage whisper, standing across from her in the kitchen. i glance out the kitchen doorway towards the living room, where Jack lays on the floor on his stomach, between our four year old and two year old, coloring with them. “you know full well that we’re perfectly fine.”

“well, i just wasn’t sure. you know, he spends so little time with them already, and he just got back from a long trip, i figured he would be tired. so i came over to take care of them so he could sleep.” she feigns innocence, raising her hands up in mock surrender.

“do you realize how bad he already feels about being away from them? he does the best that he can in order to spend as much time with them as possible, and you coming here, just assuming that he’d be giving up any time he has with them, is rude and disrespectful.” i tell her.

“well now that i’m here, i’d like to spend some time with my grandchildren.” she says.

“fine. whatever.” i storm out of the kitchen, and Jack’s head pops up when i walk back into the living room. his eyebrows raise at the sight of my irritated expression and i shake my head to tell him that i don’t wanna talk about it. his attention is pulled away when Eli calls for him, telling him to look at his drawing, and Jack praises our son’s art skills.

my mother follows me into the living room, and Luella stands to come show me her picture.

“look! mommy!” i crouch down, looking at her page of multicolored scribbles.

“it’s amazing, Lu! you did such a good job!” i tell her, my smile wide as i clap for her. she giggles and turns to show her grandmother the drawing, but my mom pays no attention to the art.

“oh, Luella.” my mother scolds. “look at your pretty dress, it’s all covered in popsicle. you have got to be more careful. and you shouldn’t have been eating a popsicle this early in the day.”

i roll my eyes. she can’t even help criticizing a two year old.

“she wanted one after lunch, and she did a good job with her food, so we gave her one, mom.” i tell her, my tone hostile.

“you need to stop giving them so much sugar.” she replies. “no wonder they have trouble listening. all that sugar and barely any adult supervision”

“they’re not your kids, back the fuck off.” i say lowly through a passive aggressive smile. “they have trouble listening sometimes because they’re children. and they have plenty of adult supervision.”

“i’m just trying to help you, y/n. lord knows you could use it.” she huffs. my eyes go wide as i look at Jack to see if he heard that, and i know he did because the muscle in his jaw ticks from clenching it. but i know he won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to offend his mother-in-law.

“Jack.” my words are sweet, but venom drips from my voice, and i square my shoulders to prepare for an argument. “can you please take Luella to get changed? and take Eli with you.”

my husband jumps up at my words, corralling our kids into Lu’s room.

“what the fuck is your problem?” my tone is harsh as i attempt to keep my voice down. “those are my children. if i needed your help, i would ask for it. i’m sick and tired of you coming over here and making comments about our parenting or judging my husband for how he takes care of our family. Jack loves his job. he loves hockey. and yes, he has to leave sometimes, for a week at most, but he is the best father to our children.”

“y/n-” she starts.

“no! i’m not done. if you want to continue to be a part of their lives, you’re going to stop with the passive aggressive comments. you’re going to quit undermining our authority. and for the love of god, you are going to stop criticizing my children! you already fucked up my childhood and i will not let you ruin theirs.” i’m nearly yelling at this point, my anger reaching new levels. “do i make myself clear?”

my mother huffs, eyeing me up and down before nodding.

“good. now i’d like for you to leave. i would like to spend time with my children, whom i love very much, and their amazing and selfless father.” i tell her. my mom spins around, stalking towards the front door and i don’t move until i hear the door shut. it’s then that i finally let my shoulders slump, heaving out a deep sigh.

Jack steps out of the kids room, the children trailing after him as he makes his way over to me. his hands grip my waist as he pulls me against him, a smirk gracing his lips.

“that was kind of hot. like, seriously, how is my wife more badass than me?” he leans down, pulling me in for a kiss. his lips are soft and taste like the grape popsicle he shared with Luella earlier. “you did great, baby.”

“you think so? i wasn’t too harsh?” i ask, tears stinging my eyes.

“no. you said what needed to be said. i’m so proud of you for standing up to her.” he mutters against my lips.

“thank you, babe.”

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Lost And Found

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Pairing: Welt x (gn!) Reader

Summary: You meet your old childhood friend and crush again unexpectedly and feelings you thought you had long forgotten begin to resurface.

Tags: Fluff, Jarilo-VI story spoilers, childhood friends to lovers, Reader is implied to have known Welt when they were still young so they're about the same age here

A/N: I am on my knees begging for Welt to come home, and he refuses to come home, so I'm offering this fic as a sacrifice to the gacha gods. This is also my first HSR fic! Jing Yuan will probably be the next one I write something for... he is living rent-free in my head atm :3

You were standing in line at the street kiosk for a coffee-to-go and a granola bar. Like every morning before you headed to work. Or whatever your work was, now that the Stellaron was gone. There already had been a huge amount of layoffs lately and you expected that it wouldn’t be long anymore until they would lay you off as well.

It was cold today, nothing unusual on Jarilo-VI, but you felt like it had gotten warmer, even if it was still very minuscule and barely noticeable. 

One glance at today’s newspaper revealed yet another Stellaron headline. Nothing surprising.

Silvermane Guards push back on the Stellaron Corruption further. Supreme Guardian Bronya supports the underground with the delivery of rations and supplies.

You heard some strangers from afar had come here and managed to achieve, within a bit more than a week, what people on this planet failed to do for hundreds of years. Something you failed to help with as well, despite coming here for research on the topic yourself.

“Good morning!” The barista greeted you. “The usual?”

“The usual. Thank you.” You nodded with an honest smile. 

Once served and paid, you clutched your hands around the cup to warm your hands on the steaming hot liquid. 

The brew here could hardly be called coffee when comparing it to the one on Earth, but for what it was worth it made do. All it needed to achieve was giving you a small energy boost and some warmth after all.

Walking further down the street you spotted a lot of new faces. Ever since you’ve been here the underground had been sealed, now that it was back open it was definitely great to see the streets bustling with life again. It gave you hope that things would finally take a turn for the better on this planet. 

Maybe that meant it was time for you to leave soon as well. You had no concrete plans on where to go next yet. But essentially as always, you’d just go wherever the stars would carry you.

Lost in thought you didn’t notice how the person in front of you had stopped walking, causing you to bump into them and spill the entire cup of your tastebud-offending coffee over their coat and yourself. 

Just fantastic.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. It was my bad, I should have–”

You frantically took out a handkerchief and tried to dry the clothes of the man in front of you, until he suddenly took hold of your hand, forcing you to halt your ministrations.

At that moment he questioningly called your name.

Startled by the strange yet familiar voice, you flicked your eyes up to the face of the man you had just run into. And without a shadow of a doubt; it was him. 

His friendly brown eyes still exuded the same comforting warmth as they did all those years ago. Something you thought you’d never see again in this lifetime. Not after he left Earth.

“Welt?” You carefully inquired despite being sure that the man standing in front of you was him. Your childhood best friend. The boy you had the biggest, most mind-numbing, and toe-curling crush on back in the day.

“So it really is you!” He huffed in disbelief with a wide smile and an excited sparkle in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Neither did I after you left…”

You paused for a moment to take in his features. He had become old, without a doubt, but he was still as handsome as you remembered. You dare say, it made him look even more handsome than he already was back in the day. Maturity certainly suited him.

“Let's get you a new coffee, shall we?” He points out after both you and he just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity without uttering a word. 

"Oh, uh. There is no need. It was my own fault for not paying attention and bumping into you.."

"Please, I insist! Even if it��s just for old times' sake. Although you might have to lead me to a Café since I'm unfamiliar with this city. If you still wish to take me with you in my coffee-stained state, that is…"

He looked at the mess on both his and your clothes before laughing.

But who were you to say no to an old friend? Who, after all this time, still seemed to effortlessly make your heart beat an octave higher.

"I have to warn you though. Don't expect too much from the coffee here. It tastes like hot dishwater at best."

"Well, maybe I like dishwater if I can enjoy it with an old friend?"

After you arrived at one of your favorite Cafés, he led you to one of the tables and pulled out a chair for you, waiting until you sat down. Flustered by the chivalrous gesture you avoided eye contact and waited until he sat down as well before looking at his face again.

Soon after, the conversation with him just kept flowing and it felt as if you hadn't been apart for even a day. Talking to him felt as natural and calming as you remember it. At the same time, it made you painfully aware of how much you had actually missed him.

"Hey, that reminds me, I haven't even asked yet, but what brings you here?"

"Oh, right. My crew and I were responsible for the Stellaron incident." He explained.

Figures. You could've expected that it was him who was responsible for resolving the crisis on this planet the moment you found him again.

“I’m not surprised.” You chuckled. “You mentioned a crew?”

“Yes. We travel together on the Astral Express to planets with Stellaron activity.”

“So you’re essentially the Guardians of the Galaxy?” You joke.

“Something like that.” He laughed as the corner of his eyes crinkled upwards. “Travelling feels great again. When Himeko found me–”

“Himeko?” You inquired a bit too quickly as soon as you felt a pang in your chest when he dropped the name. You tried to stop yourself from doing so but it seemed like finding your old friend again made feelings resurface you thought you had long buried and forgotten. Of course, he too had moved on with his life after so long. It would’ve surprised you if he wouldn’t have found a partner, especially with how handsome he was and still is.

“Is she your wife?” You carefully speculated while trying your hardest not to look hurt by the consideration that she might be.

“Who? Himeko? No… god, no. We’re just colleagues. Friends at most.”

A wave of relief washed over you. Was it stupid to be relieved that he wasn’t in any relationship just for your own selfish reasons? Most likely. It’s not like he’d stay here with you or take you with him all of a sudden. And you shouldn’t expect him to do so either.

Your subconscious feelings were hard to suppress though. No matter how hard you tried.

“What can I get you two lovebirds?” The waitress asked when she arrived at your table with a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, we’re not–”

“I’ll take just a normal cup of coffee. Black, two pieces of sugar please.” Welt interrupted entirely unphased and not in any rush to correct the waitress about her wrong assumption of your relationship status. He smiled and threw you a glance out of the corner of his eyes as he spoke, seemingly amused by your probably undeniably flustered state.

With a heavily beating heart, you simply ordered the same as him while trying not to sound too out of breath. Not that you were capable of thinking about coffee when your mind was racing at the speed of light.

“I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet, that you look just as stunning as I remember.” He complimented as soon as the two were back alone. 

Was he trying to kill you?

“Oh, uhm.” You cleared your throat, feeling how your face had started to burn up. “Thank you. I could say the same about you.”

The wait for your coffee would be excruciatingly slow at this rate. Where were you supposed to look or what were you supposed to say now? 

Every ability to converse like a normal human being flew right out the window the moment he complimented you. Lucky for you he seemed to have enough to talk about, so he kept the conversation flowing by telling you about what he had been up to since you last saw each other.

“Anyway, that’s enough about me. What have you been up to all this time?”, he asked as soon as the waitress served your coffee.

“Oh… I actually came here for the Stellaron myself, so I’m basically jobless now thanks to you and your crew.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the coffee. The dark brown bitter liquid enveloped your tastebuds and made you cringe for a brief moment. You would never get used to the dishwater they dare to call coffee here.

“I’ll have to see where I’ll go now. I have no concrete plans or goals. But probably trying to find another planet that might need my help.” You ascertained after a brief pause.

“Why don’t you come with us?”

Taken aback by the unexpected and sudden proposal you started choking on your coffee as soon as he had finished speaking. Despite the butterflies that made themselves known in the pit of your stomach you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Simultaneously feeling both hope and old feelings started to bloom inside of your chest once more.

“I’m sorry. I know it might be quite a rash proposal. But it seems we share the same ideals and I thought you would be a great addition to the crew.” He paused and took a sip from his cup, awaiting your answer.

“I–I… Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll come with you.” You reply which elicited a smile and, what you assumed was, a quiet sigh of relief from him.

“I’m glad. There is so much I still wish to tell you.”

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Eternal Obsession Part 2: Questions

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of blood and obsessive behavior

Tag List: @dream-a-little-nightmare @josephquinnsfreckles @chickenandsheep-blog @sweetmoonlove0214 @justheretoreadleavemealone @eddiesgirlforever @ali-r3n @joantje @mrsjellymunson @munsons-mayhem28 @manda-panda-monium @cherrymedicine13 @hazydespair

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this it kinda gives you some answers to how Eddie lives his life and also I’m curious who y’all think the vampire(s) are that hunt still?👀

“What about the sun?” You ask over your shoulder as Eddie follows you down the candy aisle of the mini mart.

“Well let’s see it’s a star,” Eddie states as he watches you toss in a bag of mixed sour candy into the cart. “And not only is it a star it’s the only star in our solar system and it’s also just the biggest object in it.” You roll your eyes as you stop walking so you can turn around and glare at Eddie who is staring at the back of a box of skittles with a slight look of confusion and disgust on his face. “Kinda reminds me of you.” His face turns so he’s looking at you and he raises an eyebrow at your face.

“Excuse me? Skittles remind you of me?” Eddie laughs at your question as he shakes his head causing some of his hair to fall out of the bun he has most of it loosely secured in. Even though it’s only been two days since he met you in the middle of the woods he already knows you well enough that he can tell you’re offended by the idea of a sugary chewy treat making him think of you so he’s quick to reassure you.

“The sun.” He corrects as he reaches to grab a box of chocolate covered peanuts off the shelf. You can’t help but stare at him as he tosses the candy into the cart, he quickly rolls the sleeves of his flannel up allowing you to see a few of his tattoos that he has randomly splattered on his forearms and you momentarily lose your train of thought as your eyes roam up his arms towards his chest that’s practically on full display since he has the top three buttons of his shirt undone. “You’re the only star in my universe…and by far the biggest and most important part of it as well.” His voice snaps you back to reality and Eddie just chuckles and shoots you a playful wink as your cheeks get hot.

“You have to stop saying things like that.” You mumble as you turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment of getting caught staring at him.

“Does it upset you?” All of a sudden Eddie is right behind you with his hands gently resting on your hips. “If it upsets you then I’ll gladly stop.” He adds before he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“No.” You huff, annoyed at how you can’t lie to him and you begin the think that not even if your life depended on it would you be able to tell him even the smallest of lies. It’s just one of the many effects he has on you and it’s probably the one you hate the most.

“Good..I’d hate to be the reason you’re upset.” You know he’s telling you the truth as his arms wrap around your middle. “Now what is it you want to know about the sun my darling?” He asks as he places a quick kiss to your neck before he stands up straight and turns you in his arms so he can look down at you with a smile.

“Does it hurt you?” You feel silly the moment the words leave your mouth and you try to hide your face in your hands but Eddie is quick to grab them and hold them in his much larger ones.

“It’s slightly uncomfortable if it’s on my bare skin but it doesn’t really hurt but I still choose to be covered up…most of the time.” He answers before he places little kisses to your knuckles. “It can’t kill me if that’s what you’re really wondering? I won’t burst into flames or anything.” You want to laugh at yourself for even assuming the sun would kill him like it does to vampires in the movies but you figure might as well get all the other questions out of the way.

“Do you sleep in the ground or in a coffin?”

“Neither I sleep in a king sized bed..it’s quite comfortable actually I think you’d like it.”

“Garlic?”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“Interesting.” Eddie laughs as he brings your hands to cup his face, something you’ve come to notice he does when he just wants to feel the warmth of your skin.

“You can ask me…I don’t mind.” He’s staring into your eyes almost as if he’s reading your thoughts as he speaks. You try to look away but you don’t have it in you to break the eye contact because the deep chocolate brown color of Eddie’s eyes is comforting as it makes you feel like it’s just the two of you and the rest of the world has melted away.

“What do you…eat?” Eddie smiles as he turns his head so he can place a kiss to the palm of one of your hands.

“Am I really the first vampire you’ve met?” Eddie doesn’t mean to ignore your question but he is suddenly coming to realize that all the questions you’re asking are ones someone would ask if they’ve never come across someone like him before.

“I’ve met one before just…uh didn’t spend a lot of time with him.” You look down at your feet as the memory of the first vampire you met comes flooding into your mind. Eddie frowns when you drop your hands from his face, he notices your whole mood has shifted and he instantly feels an odd sensation take a hold of him.

“Who was it?” His tone is harsh and it makes you flinch as you take a small step backwards so you can turn and face the cart that’s now half full of candy and other random junk food.

“Steve Harrington.” You whisper his name almost afraid that if you say it too loud he’ll just magically appear. Eddie’s hands instinctively ball up into fists as soon as Steve’s name escapes your lips.

“Did he-”

“He didn’t hurt me Eddie.” You turn to face him and you’re startled as just how upset Eddie is at the mention of Steve. “He was just an asshole that’s all.” You try to reassure him as you reach for one of his hands but he is quick to move out of your reach.

“Just…give me a moment sweetheart.” He raises his hand up so you don’t try to get any closer, you watch his eyes go from pitch black back to their normal warm brown as he rolls his shoulders a few times and tilts his head side to side as if he stretching but you know he’s just trying to get a grip on his temper.

“How long have you been twenty one?” The corners of Eddie’s lips twitch at your question as you take a small step closer to him. He knows what you’re doing and he appreciates the distraction because at the moment all he can think of is finding Steve and ripping his head off for getting to meet you before him.

“Almost forty years.” He answers making you just nod as he opens his arms in preparation for you to close the gap between the two of you. You rest your head on his chest as your arms wrap around his middle in a tight hug.

“So you’re like what? Almost sixty?” He just chuckles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Something like that.” He mumbles as you rest your cheek on his chest. “You know I’m always going to protect you right? Even if sometimes it’s me who you need protection from.” You just nod in response because there’s only a few things you know for sure about Eddie and one of them is that he will stand between you and anything or anyone he deems dangerous.

“You can say it.” Your voice is soft as Eddie’s hold on you tightens. “I know you like saying it.” You add as you rub little circles with your fingertips on Eddie’s back.

“I don’t want to upset you.” He says before he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“It doesn’t upset me.” Eddie leans away so you can lift your head and look up at him. “I just don’t want to upset you when I don’t say it back.” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You could never upset me.” You feel your cheeks get hot as Eddie gives you one of his best smiles that makes you thankful his arms are already around you, holding you up. “Besides you’ll say it back eventually.” You want to laugh and roll your eyes but deep down you know he’s right.

“Oh just say it already so we can move on to the next aisle.” You try to tease him but the way he’s looking at you makes all the playfulness leave your voice making it sound almost as if you’re begging for him to say it. Eddie just smirks as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“I love you.” You feel your knees begin to feel shaky as his smooth deep voice fills your ears. He just smiles before he places a kiss just below your ear before placing another one on your cheek. “Now back to your question…I get my blood fix the same place most of the vampires in Hawkins do…the pharmacy.” Eddie answers as he ticks a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“The what?” Your eyes are wide and your eyebrows are raised making Eddie laugh as he places his hands on your hips.

“The pharmacy…it’s on Main Street and they sell everything we need to survive without actually having to uh..drink from-“

“Humans?”

“I get my supplements there and I did try the bloody shake mix and it’s disgusting but people love it…I just stick to the capsules and the fake synthetic stuff when I need to feel like I’m actually drinking-“

“Someone’s blood.”

“Not someone..I used to just drain animals before I found the pharmacy.” You just nod as you try to take in all the information Eddie has just shared with you.

“What do you mean most of the vampires in Hawkins?” Eddie’s eyes go dark as he looks away from you.

“There’s still ones out there that like to hunt down their food.” You feel a shiver go down your spine as Eddie’s grip on you tightens.

“Steve?” You swear you hear a low growl bubble up from Eddie’s chest as you say Steve’s name.

“Him and his little group of assholes are too dumb to be able to get away with hunting don’t worry.” You know he’s trying to reassure you but now you’re curious as to who in Hawkins is still draining humans for their blood and getting away with it.

“Then who?” Eddie just lets out a sigh as you loosen your hold around his middle, he knows you’re just curious but he doesn’t want to tell you anything that could get you caught up in something dangerous. “You’re not going to tell me are you?”

“Come on my darling we have a party to shop for.” You roll your eyes as Eddie places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hands from your hips and yours fall from around his middle. He steps behind the cart so he can push it further down the aisle, tossing a few bags of random assorted candy into the cart as he goes.

“That wasn’t nice.” You mumble as you cross your arms over your chest as you walk a few steps behind Eddie. He stops walking and before you can even react his hands are cupping your face and his lips are only a few inches from yours.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but it’s for your own good.”Before you can argue he places a quick kiss to your lips. “Please forgive me.” His eyes are staring into yours as his breath fans across your face.

“Okay.” You sigh as Eddie smiles before his lips are on yours again but this time you wrap your arms around his neck before he can even think of pulling away from you.

“Greedy little thing.” He teases a few moments later once he is able to gently pry your arms from around his neck after pulling away from the kiss, while he would love nothing more than to stand here with your lips on his he has to have some sort of self control. “Now come on we have caused enough of a scene in this aisle let’s go cause a ruckus in the frozen section.” You raise an eyebrow as you turn your head and see three women standing in the aisle all with red faces and wide eyes.

“Oh god.” You huff as your face quickly matches theirs making Eddie laugh as he goes back to pushing the cart. “By the way no one says ruckus anymore.” You tease while Eddie just chuckles as you catch up with him and toss a box of skittles into the cart.

“Got it I’ll add that to the list of uncool things to say.” You laugh as the two of you head down the next aisle. “I love you.” Eddie looks over at you as the three words come out of his mouth just as you reach and grab a loaf of bread off the shelf.

“I know you do.” You state with a smile as you place a kiss to his cheek making him smile as you put the bread on the top of the mountain of candy in the cart. You know when Eddie tells you he loves you he means it with every single part of himself. While you can’t say it back just yet you know there’s going to be a time when you can and that just gives you something to look forward to because you know that day is going to be sooner rather than later but either way you know Eddie isn’t going anywhere.

The Cycle Continues

Yoimiya:So once wasn’t enough?

Navia:Umm-

Yoimiya:Not you. You’re fine. Hello. I mean them! Is it a prank!? Did I offend you somehow!?

Ayaka and Ei: *sweating*…

Ayaka:At least you aren’t technically between us this time.

Yoimiya:We are in the same patch! I get it, okay; 2.0 and 2.1 were the golden hours for you both. I was fighting for my life!!!

Ei:You had that one good banner since then. The summer one!

Yoimiya:Do you mean the one before Sumeru and with Kazuha?

Ei:…The other one.

Yoimiya:With Nahida!?

Ei:Wow.. you’re- you are such a fighter. So strong against the odds.

Ayaka:If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were one of the Shogun’s strongest warriors.

Yoimiya:I do not need your praise! I need space! Why couldn’t I have been the person paired with Baizhu!?

Hu Tao:Hey, have respect for the dead. He’s been through enough. Go up against Eula.

Eula:How dare you!

Hu Tao:I’m just saying that’s a fair fight based one people’s interests and your own likability. But you know what’s the real tragedy in all this? The other two unexpected victims of today. *looks left*

Ayato:And just when I thought my biggest hurdle was Furina. Last time I endured well knowing Yelan and my own sister were hot on my heels. Now I discover you caught me in the middle along with two other hydros.

Ayaka:Listen, this was just a sad coincidence.

Cyno:And here we thought we were finally free from Archons! This is the fourth time for me, and of course this time it’s the electro one!

Ei:The strongest soldiers have the hardest battles. Look at the bright side. I used to share a banner with Ayato. You both have a little more space this time. Make the most of it.

Furina:That’s the spirit!

Ayato and Cyno:….

Furina:…I’m sorry.

Navia:*whispers* Is it always this competitive?

Aether:For most, no. For them, kinda always. It’s very unfortunate.

Slice Of Life Part 1

Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Summary: Your and Jungkooks first meeting and first date.

Warnings: idol!au, non Korean reader, store worker reader, fluff, kissing.

Word Count: 1821 M.list

2018

The first time you and Jungkook met, was when he wandered into your workplace at 2AM. You worked in a small 24 hour store and the place was always dead this time of night, so you perked up when someone walked through the door, happy to have someone to speak to.

‘Hello! Welcome.’ You cringed at how cheery you sounded for how late, or early it was. You couldn’t really make out the face of the man who just walked in, considering he was wearing a hat and also a mask, though from what you could see he looked quite young, maybe 20 ish?

To your surprise, he turned to you and bowed slightly, saying a quiet hello. You watched as he picked his items and walked to the counter. Various snack and drinks, along with tubs of ramen littered the counter, one tub almost rolling off which he clumsily caught.

‘So that will be 40,000 won please.’ You couldn’t help but raise your brow in shock when he pulled out a black card for such a small amount. You wondered how rich this guy was to be able to have something like that at such a young age, though you kept quiet. He went to take the bag from you but hesitated.

‘I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you Korean is very good.’ A smile grew on your face, not expecting the compliment.

‘Oh thank you! I’ve lived here since I was 12.’

‘Ah very cool! I bet it was scary, moving country so young?’ The stranger sounded genuinely interested, which only made you happy to share your story.

‘I guess so. My step dad is Korean and he got a good job over here.’ You explained.

‘So good that you have to work in a convenience store?’ He chuckled, but realised right away that that may have been a little insensitive... ‘Sorry.. I didn’t mean it like that...’  You held up your hand to stop him apologising.

‘No it’s ok. I don’t really have a relationship with them now, so I’m supporting myself how I can.’ You smiled warmly, hoping to make clear that he hadn’t offended you in any way. The man nodded as he looked over your smiling face. There was an awkward silence as you shuffled from one foot to the other.

‘Was there something else I can help you with?’ You asked, feeling a little intimidated under his gaze. He looked as though he was contemplating something.

‘I’m sorry if this is too forward, but you are very pretty.’ Your eyes widened and you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks. You brushed some stray hair behind your ear as you laughed.

‘Um thank you.’ You looked up. ‘I wish I could return the complement, but I can’t see your face...’ You glanced up at him, hoping he got the hint. He looked away, and you could see his eyes were cast down, like he was weighing up his options, before he slowly lowered his mask. Your eyes widened again. Stood in front of you, the man you’d been kind of flirting with, was Jeon Jungkook from BTS.

‘Oh, wow yeah. Definitely handsome.’ Was all you could manage to say. He smirked at your response. Jungkook was well aware of how he looked.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Y/N’ You try to say with confidence, pausing for a moment after. ‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know yours...’ You didn’t want to make things awkward, but you wanted to be transparent with him too. It was only fair. Jungkook looked down, still smiling but almost like he was disappointed.

‘I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear..’ You trailed off, hugging yourself sadly.

‘Ah no, it’s not that. If you can talk to me like a human, that’s all I want.’ He spoke quickly , not wanting you to feel offended by his actions. You gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

‘I can do that.’ He grinned back at you.

‘Would it be alright if I came back here to talk again sometime?’ He asked hopefully.

‘I’m here every week night!’

After that night, Jungkook started coming in every other day just to see you. You enjoyed seeing Jungkook and not just because he was some famous idol. You felt a genuine connection with him, and you only hoped that he felt that way too. You wanted to ask him on a date, but you also didn’t want to over step and boundaries he may have. Maybe it was best to see how things play out for now, possibly just ask for his number and go from there.

Turns out you were worried over nothing. He ended up making the first move and asked you out to dinner. You said yes. Obviously.

Jungkook had insisted on picking you up for your date so you stood waiting on your front porch, fidgeting nervously as you checked the time yet again. He was late. By almost half an hour. You had text him to see if he was on his way, but received no response. At this point you were sure you had been stood up.

You sighed and looked down sadly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you took in your outfit. You had chosen a flowy blue, knee length dress and simple hair and makeup, not wanting to seem over the top for the first date.

You were in the process of unlocking your front door so you could wallow in self pity, when you heard the sound of an engine suddenly pulling up.

You turned just in time to see Jungkook jumping out and running up to you.

‘I’m so sorry I’m late! We ran late at practice, then we had to go to a meeting, and THEN  I couldn’t find anything to wear and the traffic...’ He was rambling, desperate to explain. You smiled softly, realising he had tried his best to get there.

‘Jungkook, it’s fine. You’re here now.’ He sighed in relief when he heard you speak. ‘Thank you. I promise to make it up to you.’

This place was way out of your comfort zone. You had been worried about being over dressed, but now you felt under dressed in this place. You tried to distract yourself with the menu, but your face paled when you saw the prices, plus there weren’t many vegetarian options either...

Jungkook was oblivious to your concerns as he spoke animatedly, not that you wanted him to notice. You just wanted to have a nice night together.

‘I’m ready to order. How about you Y/N?’

‘Umm-‘ You hesitated for a moment, eyes raking over the menu once more.

‘I think I’ll just get a salad and an eggplant and seaweed side dish.’ He frowned at your choice.

‘Salads? Are you sure that’s all you want? I’m paying if the prices are an issue?’ He didn’t want to assume you couldn’t pay, but he was aware that this place wasn’t within everybody’s budget.

‘No please, I don’t want you to pay for me.’ You waved your hands dismissively. ‘Plus it’s not that.’

‘Are you sick?’ he asked, concern filling his features. You smiled at his caring nature.

‘No. I’m a vegetarian and there just aren’t many options is all.’ You watched he face fall as you explained.

‘Ah right.’ He sighed and his shoulders sagged. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. I should have asked about that.’

‘No honestly it’s fine! I don’t mind eating salads, I swear!’ You tried to make him feel better, but it didn’t really work.

‘This is probably the worst date you’ve been on huh?’ He looked down sadly. The last thing you wanted was for him to be upset. You leaned across the table and gently placed your hand over his.

‘not even close. Really, I like being with you.’ He stared at your hand resting on his for a second, before turning his hand upwards to hold yours with a smile.

‘What do you say we get out of here? We can get takeout and go back to your place to eat?’ You raise your eyebrows playfully.

‘My place? That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?’ You smirked at him, causing a deep blush to form across his face.

‘NO! T-that’s not what I meant, I swear! There’s just 6 other guys at my place who won’t leave us alone...’ He stuttered out, causing you to laugh, putting him out of his misery.

‘I’m kidding! I know what you meant.’

After that, you both got up and left, ignoring the strange glances from the waiters as you walked out the door. Not long later, you found yourself spread out on your sofa, surrounded by various boxes of takeout.

‘This is definitely more my scene.’ You sighed contently as you finished your slice of pizza. Jungkook had removed his jacket, leaving him in a dress shirt that clung to his shape perfectly. You couldn’t help but admire him.

‘I’m glad I could get something right.’ He chuckled, stacking up the containers on the coffee table. You gently shoved his arm.

‘Stop that! I’ve had a good time tonight.’ He grinned at you as he leaned back, arm spread across the back of the sofa. You shuffled up next to him and nestled yourself under his arm.

‘Hi there.’ He smiled down at you.

‘hi.’ His hand came down to brush across your shoulder, causing Goosebumps to appear on your skin.

You looked up at him and caught his eyes boring into you. Without warning, he leaned down and kissed you. The action took you by surprise, but you excitedly returned his kiss. You bought your hand up to cup the side of his face as you made out with open mouth kisses.

You pulled back for breath and rested your forehead against his.

‘I didn’t expect that to happen, not that I’m complaining.’ He joked, pulling you close.

‘Yeah.’ You nodded with a blush, smiling wide. Your fingers ghosted over his chest.

‘What are my chances of a second date?’ You pretended to think for a second.

‘I’d say about 50/50.’ You smirked before giving him another quick peck.

‘Ah, I see how it is.’ He laughed.

‘OH SHIT!’ He suddenly exclaimed when he caught sight of the time.

‘What!?’

‘I didn’t realise how late it was! I need to go, early schedule tomorrow.’ He was disappointed, but he couldn’t risk being late in the morning.

‘I understand. I had a great time tonight.’ You stood and walked him back to the door as he put his jacket back on.

‘I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?’ You nodded in agreement as you pulled him into a tight hug. ‘See you soon.’ He whispered in your ear, before planting a kiss on your cheek. As you watched him drive away, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling like an idiot.

Most Vicious Animal

Pairings: Platonic Sam Winchester x Reader (You), Platonic Dean Winchester x Reader (You)

Summary: You're bored and ask the Winchester brothers a silly question.

Word Count: 521

Author's Note: Hello friends! Just a short little something inspired by a real conversation. As always, Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

AO3 link here

You had run into the Winchester brothers several times over the years before you finally moved into the bunker with them. There wasn’t really a discussion that led to it either; you all clicked so well that you just went back with them after a hunt, and now you’ve been living with them for months. Sometimes the three of you hunt together, sometimes it’s just them or just you, and sometimes it’s you with one of the brothers. You got along equally with both brothers, and you often spent your downtime hanging with one or both of them.

Now, you are having a slow day with both brothers in the bunker library. Sam has his face buried in a book and Dean is scrolling on a laptop. You are sitting sideways in a chair, legs hanging over the arm of the chair and your back against the other arm. You’re staring at the ceiling in boredom. “Hey Sam?” you ask.

“Hm?” Sam responds, acknowledging you but still reading his book.

“What is the biggest, most vicious animal you think you could beat in a fight?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe like a wolf or something,” he answers, brushing off your question.

A few moments of silence pass, Sam absorbed in his book again. “You’re no fun,” you accuse. “Dean, what about you?”

“Depends,” Dean closes the laptop, clasping his hands and setting them on top of it, giving you his full attention. “Can I pick the fighting arena?”

“Uhhh, sure, why not.” You figure it can’t hurt, and you want to see how far Dean will take this.

“A great white.” He states confidently.

You stare at him in disbelief, eyebrows raised. “A shark?”

He nods as if it’s the most obvious answer, “on land. A beached great white. I could throat punch it.”

Sam’s attention now fully on the conversation, he looks up from his book to give Dean the most are-you-kidding-me glare, and you burst into laughter. “The lack of water would kill it before you could! That doesn’t count!”

“Not if I throat punch it fast enough! I’ll kill it first!” Dean argues, seeming offended.

You are laughing so hard there are tears forming in your eyes.

“What?” Dean asks. “You didn’t give any rules. I could fight a shark!”

“If Dean gets to do that, I’m changing my answer,” Sam says. “I could fight a frozen mammoth.”

“Mammoths aren’t real, Sam!” Dean yells, making you laugh even harder, tears pouring from your eyes.

“Not now, but they were, Dean! You said it yourself, there aren’t any rules!” Sam yells back.

“Boys! Boys!” you interrupt, trying to calm down and catch your breath. “You’re both cool and strong, no arguing.”

“Yeah, I’m so strong I could fight a great white,” Dean smugly states, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“Well what’s your answer?” Sam asks you.

“I wouldn’t,” you shrug, smiling, “I’d trip both of you and run away from whatever it is.”

Dean’s jaw drops and he places a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. “How rude.”

“Smart though,” Sam says, nodding.

Finished the Knuckles Show and uhhhhhhhhhh it’s certainly a show.

There’s good stuff buried in every episode especially where Knuckles is concerned. They set up a very interesting arc for him and just didn’t really explore much with it. After the first episode Knuckles is shoved to the side CONSTANTLY and is made the B plot more often than he should be as the TITULAR character.

Every criticism that said Wade takes over the show is correct.

After episode 1, Wade takes over every A plot and Knuckles is only ever in the B plot that has either minimal time focused on him or he’s just straight up not around (episode 4 is the worst offender here but it’s an issue from eps2-6). They actively write Knuckles out of the plot constantly and it’s very frustrating.

If you like Wade and enjoy his personal journey about his family then this’ll be fine. I, for one, thought it was interesting on its own but 100% it has no reason to be here in a SONIC MOVIE KNUCKLES spin off show. This is not Knuckles’ show. It’s Wade’s and that’s the biggest let down.

Knuckles IS there but that’s it, he’s just THERE.

And it sucks because Movie!Knuckles himself is very well crafted and very entertaining and engaging to watch. The show is at its strongest when it’s about Knuckles and spending time with him. Episode 1 is the only episode that it feels like what it was advertised as - the Knuckles show.

Sonic, Tails, and Maddie only show up for the first episode and never come back. Which is wild because part of the plot is Maddie has grounded Knuckles and he sneaks out but there’s never any consequences shown once he gets home nor do we see how anyone reacted once they noticed Knuckles is gone. These three are just abandoned after episode 1.

Tails has like 6 or 7 lines, my boy deserves sm better LMAOO

A big highlight, however, I LOVED Sonic in this one episode. The way you can see and FEEL how he’s grown from movie to movie and in this first episode is very well done. He’s truly becoming the Sonic I know and when he and Knuckles had their conversation on the roof where he tries to help Knuckles see the beauty in Green Hills, his home - that entire scene was PURE Sonic’s golden heart on display. He does still have his jokes that remind you Ben Schwartz is his actor and that he’s a silly kid but he IS still Sonic at his core and I loved that. It made me very sad we didn’t get to see more of him but I appreciated seeing Sonic handled this way. It makes me very eager to see how movie 3 goes about him considering everything Shadow brings to the table and how different of a threat he’s gonna be for Sonic.

Episode 2 is alright but GOOD LORD episodes 3-5 are such a waste of time. There’s good sprinkled in them in isolation but as full blown episodes, a waste. You can skip most of what’s happened and be fine.

The big climax fight in the finale just HAPPENS. The plot armor literally comes bursting through the wall and yanks Knuckles out of the plot for way too long and we only get TRUE and INCREDIBLE Movie Knuckles action (his fire fists which were insane btw) in the last 5 minutes and it only lasted like 2 of those 5 minutes.

Overall, it’s not entirely unwatchable but it’s not worth a majority of people’s time. You don’t need this for movie 3 so if you wanna skip it - I’d recommend that. If you really watch though, I’d only say watch the first episode and the finale and just google the context for what’s in between bc eps 2-5 are total slogs after a while.

If you like silly dumb fun - this is the show for you. But it’s not the show many Sonic fans may have wanted or expected.

I’m not angry or anything like many people have been. It’s not worth getting angry over. I’m moreso just disappointed because I can see a good show about Knuckles hidden in there. They just opted to give more time into Wade for whatever reason.

Just an overall let down imo.

Knuckles deserved better❤️

malevolent enterprise ch. 6

cw: ceo!au. you, the reader, make a name for yourself at Itadori Enterprises. header by @/cafekitsune! masterlist

In less than a month, your reputation at headquarters begins to precede you. 

There’s a break room in the executive suite of offices that’s not meant to be used often, particularly since all of you have personal assistants, yours a plucky, young girl who seems eager to work far more than you remember to use her, named Misato. You manage to escape her to pour your own coffee, wondering if you should find a reason to give her the afternoon off. You have trouble with directly managing subordinates at times, particularly if she’s not actually in your domain.

Once you are two to three sips in your coffee, another one of your co-executives slips in, the musclehead who works a door down. You don’t really know him very well, but he’s so overtly friendly that it’s hard to keep him at arm’s length.

“Hey,” you offer as polite yet casual a greeting you can offer. He, in turn, gives you a sly look before moving towards one of the cupboards and pulling out a tub of protein that practically shakes the counter as he drops it on the counter. Scooping out enough protein to match that of a small cow into a bottle of Perrier, enough to make you wrinkle your nose, he chuckles to himself, before turning to you, stirring with his finger.

Unrefined.

“You don’t give a fuck, do you?” He asks, laughing. 

Mr. Todo’s dark eyes practically sparkle with mirth as he teases you. You tilt your head, pretending not to know what he’s talking about, but you’re well aware of what he’s referring to. The firmness you displayed with the board of trustees in the 9am meeting this morning had bordered on aggressive, especially bold given that you were new, and this was your first in-person meeting with them. By the time you were done rebutting the second biggest donor’s unrealistic demands, using words like ‘set better expectations’ and ‘consider reviewing the literature’, Yuuji looked almost as shocked as Mrs. Yokohama herself, and Aoi was two seconds from howling in laughter. Nobara, the third exec in your meeting, had looked up from her phone, finally finding something more entertaining in real life, than whatever was in social media. Yuuji’s secretary was actively shaking.

“I don’t know what you were referring to.” You lie.

Todo finishes stirring and downs nearly the entire bottle in a long series of gulps and you find yourself distracted by just how quickly his Adam’s apple bobs with the activity, wondering how he doesn’t choke.

“You know they could just pull out their investments, right?” He finally says after a refreshed sigh.

You roll your eyes.

“If the simple act of asking investors to be engaged with their investments in a reasonable way, and not just demanding arbitrary results with no frame of reference is considered disrespectful, what exactly is the point of these meetings?”

“I’m just saying, even I wouldn’t have bothered,” he replies. You scoff, and he takes the opportunity to take the armchair next to you, separated by a small end table, on which you place your coffee. He turns, leaning towards you, and you’re struck with a whiff of his cologne, preparing to be offended but realizing you like the smell despite yourself. 

“Yuuji is simply too nice,” you say.

“Yeah. He is. It’s part of his charm,” Todo replies, grinning. You purse your lips, but Todo nods, as though enticing you to agree. “You get sick of working with bastards after a while. When his brother used to work here, it took all of me not to go to blows constantly. Whooping one of these prettyboys’ asses isn’t exactly great for my resume.”

You stifle a laugh.

“I’m surprised Yuuji is that different from his brother supposedly.” The coffee is too sweet, even for you, and you start to wish you’d asked Misato to do a Starbucks run instead. Perhaps she still can.

“You couldn’t imagine they’re from the same womb. One of them is probably adopted, I’d pay money to see that scandal. Sukuna is much more like the old man though.”

You adjust yourself in your seat, not ready to leave to work again yet, but also not sure where this conversation will take you. Todo’s pulled out his phone by now, and is watching a loud video, and when you peek closer, you realize it’s an idol concert.

“Takada?” You ask. Todo’s neck snaps so quickly in your direction, you’re practically concerned.

“You know?!”

You give him an odd look.

“I mean she is a celebrity…”

Todo grins. “We went on a date last month. She doesn’t realize she’s in love with me yet.”

You nod slowly, and make a mental note to expect a restraining order being served to the executive suite in the coming months.

“She’s pretty,” you mention, likely in order to lessen the guilt already forming because of your negative thought.

“I know,” he says, nearly flippantly, and he practically beams at the phone. It’s so genuine, you decide to adjust your thinking, rooting for him instead. 

You rise, deciding you should probably get back to work. “If Takada and I ever cross paths, I’ll put in a good word for you, don’t worry.”

He doesn’t look up. “Thanks for the offer, but we’re soulmates. I don’t need it.”

For some reason, this actually makes you chuckle.

“Right.” You turn to leave, and can’t help a giggle as you leave the suite and return to your own office.

Back in your own office, you settle down, letting your feet stretch out beneath your desk, and then once looking around kick off your pumps. You let yourself relax.

There’s a text from your old boss that was sent this morning, and annoyed you when you first saw it, but now, realizing that in your first few weeks of sink and swim, you’ve not only swam but you’re big fish on campus, you venture to reply.

How’s the new job? Gojo Satoru’s text says..

Swell. Next time don’t send my resume to your friend, however sweet the gig is. 

Or they are, you think but don’t add to your text.

You look at your phone for a moment, and consider that he’s probably in a hot tub in Cabo, and has no idea what the fuck you’re on about. But three more seconds pass and you can see a typing bubble. You grit your teeth, natural irritation returning, and it doesn’t abate when he sends you a sticker of a cat sticking its tongue out, sparkles surrounding it. 

Yuuji thinks you’re amazing, just like I said you were.

You wrinkle your nose. The idea of Gojo saying anything nice about you makes your stomach turn, and then you think about Yuuji nodding and agreeing and it makes it turn slightly worse, but in a different fashion.

How about you never discuss me from now on? I’m not a charity case.

Gojo sends a sad sparkly cat this time and you blow air through your nose, admittedly somewhat amused. You have a few more questions to ask him about exactly how much convincing was involved in your far-too-swift hiring, but Misato suddenly knocks on your door and you decide to table your bullying for later. Pushing your phone to the side, you ask her to come in. 

“Ms. Kugisaki called to see if you looked like you’d be free for happy hour.”

You wonder why she doesn’t just text you, then remember you’ve dodged happy hour three times in a row, and give Misato a reassuring smile.

“Absolutely.”

You’ll take all the allies - rather, friends - you can get.

dsmp if....it was taylor swift

i am the biggest swiftie dsmp blog here i am a swiftie i love taylor swift unless she sings new romantics at a show that im not at then i hate taylor swift

dream: paper rings by taylor swift (from Lover)  - i have written a one shot to dream for stay stay stay like a year ago. please read that too amen - i feel like this song lowkey fits him so well??? just like lowkey - cause like man is rich as fuck hes like a CEO and stuff  - BUT let me backtrack - you met him before he face revealed in the middle of the swamp in florida (orlando) - lets use my other post and say you met him in the grocery store SLAY - you “went home and tried to stalk him on the internet” - and obviously couldn’t find anything - but you reached out to him over text and he didnt answer you..bc he was like filming or smth and you were like bruh - but he eventually did answer you and you were like cool - you guys hung out ALOT  - as friends - to the mall as friends, to the cafe as friends, to the movies as friends - you even met his friends...and then you figured out he was Dream  - your relationship was like slaying at this point - you moved in with him! - and at this point now that you know Dream is Dream and is RICH - he showers you in gifts - expensive jewlery, trips to places, the mans love language is gift giving and he def has the $$$ to make that happen! - but one day he was like drunk or smth idk  - and he was like “wanna get married?” - and you were like “LOL sure” - and he, in his lovesick era, talked about the ring he would buy you in great detail - you were flattered ofc and laughed along - the next morning he woke up from his drunk era and was like “did you really mean it” - and you were like “yes!! i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings whenever you want dream” - and he was like “bet” - and he made paper rings and you drove to the courthouse and GOT MARRIED STOP IT THAT IS ADORABLE AND YOU HAD AN ACTUAL CEREMONY LATER CUTHE MF CAMERAS THAT IS IT THIS IS IT - I WANT TO WRITE THIS INTO A ONESHOT COMMENT “ceo of minecraft” IF YOU WANT IT - runner up song for dream was wonderland btw

george: gorgeous by taylor swift (from reputation) - now LISTEN i was gonna do London Boy - but im saving that for another thing - GORGEOUS FITS and its not just cause george is actually very pretty - this takes place in LA, george is here and you work here  - you also have a boyfriend - lets say you and some of your friends went out to a club one day - so did the dream team tm  - and you just came from a stressful day at work so you did what anyone would do and you drank - enough to get you a bit tipsy - and somehow all the stars and planets and fates aligned and you bumped into mr notfound - and you were like “sorry!!” - and he was like “oh its alright” but he said it british - and you were like “HAHAHAH YOURE BRITISH” and you mocked the way he talked  - you were tipsy alr - and he knows he should have been offended but he couldnt help but smile bc he thought u were cute - you two talk some more and you sober up through the conversation - its cliche but you forget everything else when u talked to him - including your very real boyfriend - and he shoots his shot “do you think i could have your number?” - your eyes shoot open wide and you just groan - “i got a boyfriend, he’s in the club and idk what he’s even doing.” and george is like “oh - but then you just keep going and youre like - “dude if you have a girlfriend im jealous of her” - and he laughed - “but if youre single thats honestly worse” - and he was like “how is that worse” - and you gathered all your confidence and was like “you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts” - and he smiled and said thank you - and you watched as his face moved to sadness - “i dont want to get in the way of your relationship, it was nice meeting you” he says as he walks away - DONT LET HIM WALK AWAY your mind yells at you - but you cant have him, bc youre taken - nothing you hate more than what you cant have - ding - why do all of these suck today guys im so sorry

OH SHIT I FORGOT I WAS GONNA DO STYLE WITH GEORGE UGHHH lmk if you want that

sapnap: you are in love by taylor swift (from 1989)  - you both start as best friends in this scenario - like best friends since high school middle school school  - you talked everyday , hung out everyday - it was natural that you would form a crush on the man - but then he moved to Florida - you totally understood why he did that - but the communication between the two of you died down - and so did your crush, it flickered out - but one day, he texted you - “hey! im coming back to texas for a couple weeks. are you down to hang out?” - and ofc you said yes - you two met up in a little diner, just to cach up  - and it was like you two had never seperated - you were joking around and laughing just like the old times - eventually you two were ordering coffee at midnight as he told you get in the car - he said “i have a surprise for you” - who were you to deny him? - so you got in the car and he sped off to the old dirt road or something where you used to go in high school - shoulders brushing as you two sit in the trunk, he tells you to look up at all the stars - but you looked at him instead, and all your feelings came crashing over you - all you could hear and think about while he drove you home, while you slept was that - “you are in love, true love” - god this SOng THIS SCENARIO - the weekend before he moves back to florida - you had spent the night over, wearing his old shirt as a pajama - burnt toast because he dont know how to work the toaster - you decide to make a move, to let go of your fears on how he’s gonna react - and you kiss him on the cheek - you two spend the whole day being a little more romantic than usual - holding hands, kisses on cheeks, etc - you spend the night over at his house again - then he wakes up in the middle of the night with this look of ?? on his face - you turn to look at him, staring him dead in the eyes - and he stares back, the moon reflecting onto his face - “you’re my bestfriend” he silently whispers, scanning your face for ANY reaction from you - and your heart starts rushing and your head starts beating and all you know is that he is in love with you. and you are in love with him.  - the night continues in a rush of kisses and rushed feelings - he of course had to go back to florida - but now he keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and you see him in everything around you - you two facetime everynight and talk about everything with each other - because you are in love, true love - bonus: when sapnap gets home dream’s like “whats up with you” - and sapnap just shrugs and grins  - “spent some time w my best friend” - “IM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?” - dream LMFAOO - can you tell im in love with this SONG quackity (hits different from midnights (the till dawn edition)):  - I KNOW THIS SONG HAS A LOT OF DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS OKAY - im very aware of that its all i speculate and talk about - its like that one meme with the guy and the bulletin board and hes like “DO YOU SEE THIS” - but i interpret this song as someone singing to a person (bonus points if theyre a friend) they have a major crush on!!! except their crush is dating someone - and you can tell that the person they are dating aint it for them - its giving you belong with me - in this, you’re quackity’s neighbor - and you two have lived next to each other for a while  - to the point where you two have become kinda good friends! youd eat dinner together, have some movie nights, etc - you could say you know him pretty well - well ig you didnt know him as well as you think - one night you knock on his apartment door, looking for someone to hang out with whatever - ignore that you had a crush on him that you were actively suppressing - and his girlfriend answers the door all nice like “hi! how are you!” - and youre like “im good, are you?? who are you?” - and quack pulls up behind her and is like “OH meet my girlfriend!” - and youre like “oh! nice to meet you!” - then you shuffle back to apartment ASAP - suddenly it hit you that the person you had a crush on was unavaliable - and suddenly you felt the anguish that comes from him being in love with someone else - it made you wanna throw up - you call another friend up and meet up at a bar, ready to drink your sorrows away - and the bar you go to is playing the song you and quackity listened to everytime together - you groan and explain everything to your friend who’s just like “oh my! love is a lie, don’t worry - it happens to everyone” just to get you by - but you knew this wasn’t like any other time - youve been so willing to move on in the past - it hit different this time because it was him - you drink so much you start slurring his name and your thoughts are plagued by him - someone puts you into a car and sends you off to your apartment - you slump onto your bed, and fall into a restless fit - dreams of his hair, and his stare, and his sense of belief. of times you once believed he could love you.  - you dreamed of you melting his world like an argumentative, antithetical dream girl - the next morning, you hear a key turning in his door  - and you cant help hope but hes coming in to check on you - so you rush to open the door - he jumps and looks at you startled - “hey! my girlfriend and i heard you come in from the bar last night! must have been a wild night!” he chuckled, wishing you the best of health as he retreated into his apartment - you stare at the spot he was just standing out, letting out a big sigh as you groan, your hangover catching up with you - “catastrophic blues, moving on was easy for me to do. it hits different, it hits different cause its you”  - be glad i didnt pick “youre losing me” for this cause damn

karl (invisible string from folklore): - okay. i have already written a karl one shot. to holy ground by taylor swift. from red (taylors version) please go read after this. amen - okay - THIS OSNG THIS GOSNGS ITHSIGHSDJKFG - i cant get over the childhood best friends to lovers shit - but i dont think youre childhood besties - you just met when you were younger - its giving karl lives in a place where your family used to take you on vacation every summer - like to ur grandparents place or some white shit like that - every summer, you would go to the park, read and then go get fro yo at the shop near by - every year growing up, youd read stories of epic romances - and you couldnt help youd meet somebody there, sitting in that park - then, they year you were 16. you went into the fro yo shop. same as always - and there stood a 16 year old karl, in a teal shirt, asking you what you wanted to eat - there wasn’t anyone else in the store, so you two talked. and you two clicked instantly.  - you went back everyday for that year - and did the same every summer after that - until one summer, you told him that you were moving to LA. to pursue your career - and he finally gave you his number - when he finally got around to going to LA he called you up - and you two reconnected, just like the old times. ate at your favorite dinner spot and everything. you decide to try something more - so you date long distance - three years later, you two meet up at the old yogurt shop. and then got lunch down by the lakes - now, years later you two live together. in the same small town you vactioned in every year - you two walk the park you read at every day - karl owns the yogurt shop you two met at  - and you cant help but think that even through all the bad things that you had in  your life - the only good thing that was stringing along for most of your life was karl - karl made you less vengeful of the boys youve loved before - karl made you better. and you made him better - the both of you cant help thinking about the wonderous time, and how pretty it is to think about how “all along there was some invisible string” tying the two of you together - i feel like i coulda expanded here but i think its cute idk sorry guys

wilbur (begin again from red (taylor’s version)): - i think i got a different era for each person SCORE! - wilbur is sOOOO evermore and red coded - but not 22 or ikywt coded but all too well and the lucky one coded - you had recently gotten over a breakup and were ready to start dating again - and a friend of yours hooked you up with this guy from her office - who she said “does not do typical officer work” - you ready for anything, so you thanked her and took her offer - and now the date of your date is here, and you couldn’t help but be nervous - you critiqued and critized every small bit of you, just like your ex did - but now youve grown to love what you wear and what you look like - you blasted your favorite song that he seemed to hate as you walked out the door, as ready for this date as you could ever be - you walked to the cafe that you decided to meet up at, expecting wilbur to be late - imagine the soft surprise that took over you when he stood when he saw you, waving to you as he strode over to meet you halfway - “hi” you said breathlessly, surprised at the common decency he showed you - “hey” he said slyly, making small talk with you as he ushered you over to the table he saved - he pulled your seat out and everything, helping you take your coat off. he doesn’t know how nice that is - while you’re talking you tell some stupid joke, trying to ease your nerves - and when he throws his head back laughing like a little kid? youre done for.  - for the past 8 months you could only think about how love breaks and burns and ends - but on a wednesday, in a cafe. you watched it begin again - you cant help but smile back, agreeing to a second date - you meet up for a second date, this time in a record shop.  - you two talk about your shared love for music - and he’s like “ive never met anyone who as many los camp! records as i do” - and you were like “bet!” - turns out, you two have the same amount - you two walk around the city, exchanging stories about your lives when he suddenly teases you for being shyer than on your first date - you jsut blush and nudge him teasingly while rolling your eyes. and he laughs again.  - your ex never did that. he was never carefree, kind, and careless around you - but wilbur was. and your idea of love just grew and grew and grew - he walks you to his car, and the words about your ex are on the tip of your tongue. youre about to tell him about how different he is than your ex and how grateful you are for him - but then he cuts your thoughts off, launching into a story about him and tommy - and you find yourself wanting to talk about that instead - you can finally say what’s past is in the past - because on a wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.  i love taylor swift. i could do so many more of these. please tell me if you want

GOJO SATORU: TROUBLE

૪ fem reader. modern au. smut. fingering. oral. penetration. unprotected sex. mentions of alcohol. tipsy reader, not drunk. implied cheating. not proofread. mdni.

૪ 3.4k words. gojo x f!reader.

૪ extra: gojo is around 28 here. reader’s about a few years younger. the ending of this one is not what it looks like! kinda. i love this man so much and i hate him for it. enjoy.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been to a club. Maybe that’s why you feel so out of place here. What’s it been—four or five years now? You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of being sandwiched between strangers and constantly having to keep a look out for your two best friends, Ami and Hana, who are way more alcohol-loving than you are.

“Hey, loosen up!” Ami shouts over the music, her short brown bob swaying with her as she starts dancing to the beat.

Beside her, Hana dances along, her long black hair swiveling as she moves her hips. “Yeah, just try to enjoy your last Saturday night as a free woman before you’re forever stuck in the corporate life!”

Right, because two days later, you’d be starting your first job straight out of college. You’d landed a position as a commercial executive in one of the up-and-coming sales firms in Tokyo. Frankly, you thought they’d have much better people scrambling for a position in their firm, given their sharp rise in their rankings in the industry, but hey, you’re not complaining.

Whatever pays the bills.

You have fortune—you won’t question it. So, with a resigned smile, you dance along with your friends, “fine, let’s make this a night worth remembering!”

“Feel good?”

Yes you do. So fucking good. You can’t even remember how you ended up here, in the lift of a fancy hotel, back pressed against the wall of the elevator as you have someone’s tongue down your throat.

Not that you could afford not answering, because you immediately feel his hands pulling back from under your shirt, a whimper leaving your throat as you feel the absence of his big hands from your chest.

He moves his mouth from your lips to your ear, lightly pecking the shell of it, “tell me how good you feel.” You can practically feel him grinning, your panting betraying your want for this to escalate.

You’re nothing if not prideful, though. “You’re an ass, Kujo.”

The man chuckles, pulling back, and his deep blue eyes catch you off-guard, like it did back at the club. He flicks your head playfully. Enough for you to feel it, but not enough to hurt. “My name’s Gojo, not Kujo.” He doesn’t look offended though. He seems more amused, if anything. “But you can call me Satoru.”

Gojo Satoru. That you’ll remember, for sure. You doubt you’d ever forget anyone that looks like him, but right now, what you want to do doesn’t include excessive talking.

“Right, but… Satoru?” You pause, giving him a chance to cock a brow and smirk, leaning his head forward so that the tips of your noses are touching.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

This time, you’re the one who leans forward just a little more, tipping your chin so that your lips barely grazes his own, your eyes looking into his, the alcohol in your system surprisingly not fucking with you too much. “I’d rather you use my mouth for something else other than just saying your name.”

Gojo takes your words seriously, pressing his lips against your own almost immediately. The elevator bell dings, and the both of you are lip-locked. If there was anyone out in the hallways of the hotel, neither of you noticed. They could stare for all you care. All you’re filled with is the sensation he’s giving you. You can feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins as he busies one of his hands against your clothed cunt, the other fumbling around in his pocket for the room key.

“Fuck, Satoru,” you moan, noticing how quickly he’s undone your jeans button and slipped his hand underneath the denim—and since when did you manage to make it in the room? You hadn’t even noticed until he’s pushing you down onto the soft silk sheets of his mattress, the foam sinking as you do. It’s comfortable. Very comfortable.

You’d lie there voluntarily, no questions asked.

By the time Gojo hovers above you, your jeans has been discarded to the corner of the bedroom, his brute strength enough to adjust your body position as he pleases, moving you to the center of the mattress. Your eyes flick down to his hands on your waist—they’re big. His long, lithe fingers trace down your shirt, trailing towards your underwear (and you thank your earlier self for deciding to wear a nicer pair instead of some plain white cotton, though you’re about to find out that Gojo doesn’t care much for them—he thinks they’re worn to be taken off anyway), two fingers slipping under the waistband before skillfully pulling them down to your knees.

The same two fingers swipe at your cunt, and his beautiful blue eyes make sure to gaze at your face as he licks them. “Someone’s eager, hm?”

It’s hard to calm your heart down—for someone you just met at a club, Gojo Satoru is the gorgeous one. And he knows it. His eyes are enough to hypnotize you, and his hands obviously work magic. One finger slips in, and then two, and your mouth falls open involuntarily.

Gojo can feel his pants tightening because fuck you’re so hot and he can’t stop himself from imagining all he’s going to do to you. If you’d let him, that is. Your moans feel like godsend to him. Good thing is, you seem very sane despite all the chugging you did earlier at the club. He’s thankful for that; he wants you to remember this.

All of it.

“S-Satoru.” Your fucking whines are driving him insane and he’s not even sure how much longer he can hold himself back. He’s not proud of it, but rarely does someone ever hold the power to make him feel like he’ll nut in his pants just like that. Gojo smirks as he looks down at you—you should be proud. Maybe he should praise you, please you more.

“Be a good girl, m’kay?”

He yanks his black sweater off, throwing it across the room. His hands hang your feet off the side of the bed before he puts them on his shoulders and pulls you in. It’s almost instinctive how you try to cover yourself, but Gojo’s hands are quick to stop you.

You’re quite something, Gojo thinks. Won’t blink an eyelash at whispering dirty things in his ears but then gets awfully shy in this position. His eyes fall to your glistening cunt, aware that you’re sensitive to his breaths falling against it. Borderline adorable, actually.

“No need to hide from me, pretty,” he tells you, hands moving to your inner thighs to keep them apart. His head moves down, and it’s only when you nod at him, eyes full-blown with lust, that he sticks his tongue out, licking a fat stripe up your bare cunt.

He feels your fingers intertwining in his hair, tugging at them as he eats you out, your moans getting louder and louder—if anything, they’re just fuel; motivation to make him continue. Your thighs clench around his head, and he chuckles, the vibration making your spine tingle.

Gojo pulls away for a moment, with you whining at the loss of contact. He smirks. You’re so needy for him, aren’t you? “Take your shirt off, baby.”

And you do. Slowly. Innocently. Sexily.

“That too,” Gojo says, cocking his brows, looking at your bra. It follows your shirt to hang from the side of the bed. “Such- a- good- girl.” He pecks soft kisses on your clit with each syllable, his tongue moving in and out of your pussy, replacing them with two of his fingers.

It isn’t long before he feels your pussy clenching around them, and he grins. Your back arched, his free hand on your chest, two fingers playing with your bud—you’re picture perfect.

“I’m—Satoru, fuck.” Can’t even form a coherent sentence from how good you’re feeling. It should be illegal how much you turn him on. He can’t even fucking wait anymore, so he pulls his fingers out of you, acutely aware that you’re disappointed from the pleading look in your eyes as you watch him get up.

Gojo is ready to tease you, but he catches a glint in your eye as you sit up, like the earlier shyness has temporarily dissipated as you look him in the eyes, a similar smirk tugging on your lips. Your fingers find their way to his belt, undoing it before you pull the zipper down on his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

Even through his black boxers you can see the outline of his dick, now hard, thanks to you. You keep yourself from faltering—because he’s big. He’s actually big. And here you thought his ego was the biggest thing you’d see tonight. Evidently not.

You feel his smooth fingers find their way to your chin, tipping it up to look at him again. “What do you want, baby? I’m all yours.”

Normally you’d be adverse to such cockiness. Which is exactly why you absolutely detest Gojo Satoru. How is he able to keep you captivated like this? If he was anyone else, you bet you wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. Yet here you are, slipping off his boxers and having to hold yourself back from actually gasping because you didn’t expect him to be this huge.

Your hands seem tiny as your fingers curve around him, the palm of your hand brushing against the thick vein on the underside of his cock. You don’t miss the suppressed grunt from the man standing in front of you as you start to move your hand—up, down, slightly more pressure, up and down again. You dare to flick your eyes up, catching his beautiful azure gaze mesmerised by you, a sheen of saliva covering his bottom lip as he sweeps his tongue across it, his fingers moving to your cheek, thumb caressing it gently.

His eyes, much as they threaten to break your focus, also beckon for you to do more. So you oblige, tongue leaving the confines of your mouth to give the tip of his cock small kitten licks, surprisingly enough to make him shudder slightly.

You smirk; he’s sensitive. But Gojo catches that, abruptly tipping your chin up higher. “Careful, kitten.”

It’s funny how he thinks he can lord over you just like that. Your ego won’t let him. You ignore his warning, swatting his grip away with your free hand before wrapping your mouth around his dick. And you’re thanking god that this isn’t your first time or you would’ve absolutely crumbled.

It doesn’t take long for Gojo to get greedy, moving his hips and thrusting into your mouth, slowly at first and then—even greedier. You feel him throbbing in your mouth, and even you can tell from his clenched jaw that he can’t hold back. That’s why he pulls out—hurriedly pushing you down against the mattress, one big hand fondling your right breast while the other adjusts you as he moves, your lips locked together, his tongue lingering with the taste of alcohol.

“Can’t—fucking hold back anymore. If you want me to stop, you better say so now,” he chokes out, his tip just barely touching your cunt. His eyes are half-lidded. You believe him for sure.

Even you’re ashamed to admit that you’re absolutely soaking, especially since you haven’t been able to forget the sensation of his tongue against your clit. There’s nothing intimate about this, about his eyelashes fluttering against yours, about his eyes blown with lust, about his gentle grip on your waist—but still, you’re craving for this, for him, for more.

“Don’t want you to stop,” you pause as he presses a kiss on your lips. “Want you to hurry up.”

Gojo chuckles, and the tips of your noses touch. “Telling me what to do?” He looks oddly boyish like this, a sly grin hidden behind white tresses and looking up at you through his long lashes. “Aren’t you impatient,” he teases, as though he’s one to talk.

Lucky for you though, he doesn’t make you wait any longer, pushing himself slowly into you. You bite down on your bottom lip as you try and adjust to his girth. A whimper escapes you, and you feel his thumb beckoning your lips open.

“C’mon, you can take more, can’t you?” He doesn’t sound like he’s goading you, but by now you’re not really trusting your judgement. You nod profusely though, despite it. Your vision is hazy, clouded by everything he’s making you feel. He leans closer to you, lips grazing your ear as he starts fucking into you. “That’s my girl,” he whispers, smirking as he feels you clench around him.

You don’t catch whatever he whispers in your ear next, or even feel when he bites down on your shoulder (something that’s surely to leave a mark the next day). All you can feel is the euphoria rushing through your body as he quickens his pace, sound of skin slapping skin the only thing you hear, his hands roaming your body sending you into overdrive.

On top of you, Gojo has his eyes glued on your face as he fucks into you, his gaze slowly trailing down from your neck to your shoulder—now marked by him—down to your chest, your tits bouncing as you take all of him, your pussy probably burning from the stretch. Such a good fucking girl. You’re not doing such a bad job for someone he just met. For someone who doesn’t want to tell him your name. You don’t seem like someone who goes around looking for one night stands. Just a guess. Then again, it doesn’t bring him much merit to know your name. It’d just be nice to know. And maybe forget one day.

That’s what you’re most likely going to do with him anyway.

Maybe that drinking game he played with you and your friends earlier did help him know more about you after all. Even if only a little. Doesn’t know your name but knows the most public place you’d fucked in.

(Gojo made sure not to scoff when you answered with “living room”. Kind of vanilla. Then again, what wouldn’t sound vanilla when one of your friends said “back of a lecture hall” and the other said “roller coaster”. He didn’t even want to ask how that last one worked. Also because he kind of zoned out when you started to get tipsy and laying your head on his shoulder.)

“Fuck.” God, even your fucking whine makes him feel intoxicated. He can’t help but thrust into you harder, faster. The headboard can barely take anymore, and he’s sure that the neighbouring room might complain but for you? Satoru would have no qualms paying them to shut the fuck up so he can hear you clearly.

Every whine, every sigh, every hitch in your throat. He goes faster, and harder, and faster. His mouth latches onto your chest, tongue flicking the bud—and then you moan his name and he can’t fucking take it anymore. His dick is throbbing inside you as you clench tighter, his free hand playing with your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as he lets you moan louder and louder.

He pulls his head back up to look at you, your eyes shut tight and mouth wide open. “You wanna cum, pretty?”

“Mhm.” You respond without missing a beat. It isn’t even until now that he realises you’ve been planting your nails onto his back. Not that he minds being scratched up by you.

Gojo feels your high coming—and his own. He thrusts into you a few more times, pinching down on your clit as you both reach your highs, his kiss swallowing your moans as you writhe underneath him, taking his load inside you so well.

He pulls back, slowly watching as his cock comes out of you, covered in both of your slicks—scooping up the cum slipping out of you with his fingers before pushing them back into your cunt, with you gasping from the sensitivity.

Both of you are spent, panting as you come down from your highs. Gojo settles down beside you on the bed, too tired to care that he has a practical stranger in his hotel room. He’s about to tell you that he could call you a cab back home, but the moment he turns, he gets to see your droopy eyes.

He isn’t surprised; from what he’s heard earlier you’d had a long day. It’s not really like him to offer, but maybe it’s fine. For you.

“You can leave in the morning if you want,” he tells you as he sits up, getting one of his spare dress shirts that he swung onto the chair earlier. “I can take the living room.” (He looks at you with an obligatory smirk—living room. He’ll probably associate you with that word.)

You pout, and Gojo actually thinks it’s cute. He thinks he hates you. He actually hates you for making him think things like this.

“What am I, a monster or something?” You ask him.

It’s actually funny how you’re trying to beat around the bush. If it were any other day, Satoru would pounce at the opportunity to tease you endlessly. But he’s had a long day too. So instead of trying to annoy you, he tosses you his shirt. You catch it, cocking a brow at him.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks you, and it’s as though you’ve only just realised you’re still naked, by the way you hurriedly put it around you, buttoning it all up too. You look good in it, better than him. He opts for just wearing a boxer and slipping into bed beside you, although both of you are careful to sleep near the edge.

Somehow cuddling seems a little too intimate for two strangers that just fucked.

Within a few minutes, both of you are out cold.

“Still not gonna tell me what happened between you and Mr. Handsome?”

“I’m hanging up now,” you tell Ami over the phone before getting into the lift.

“You whore! At least tell—”

Pressing on the red button, you sigh. Both Ami and Hana have been bugging you to spill the details of what happened that night between you and Gojo Satoru. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell them. Heck, they probably already knew, considering they saw you pulling him out of the club with you. Still, sex and tell isn’t your kind of thing.

Stuffing your phone into your back pocket, you straighten yourself up as the elevator pulls up to the highest floor. It’s your first day of work and you do not need your two best friends hounding you about your sex life and distracting you.

As you manoeuvre the corridors and enter through the double doors of Azure Corp, your new employer, you take a deep breath. The woman who interviewed you seemed nice enough. She was older, 45’s your best guess. Seemed strict and stern, but you have a gut feeling she means well. You try to look out for her short blonde hair as you walk through the office, having her instructions memorised.

Take a left after you enter, walk straight until you see the first printing room to your left, and then turn right, all the way to the end of the corridor.

And now you’re here, your right hand clenched into a fist.

“Being late on the first day is absolutely unacceptable.”

Thank god for you it’s 8:57am, just three minutes shy. You could’ve come earlier, if only the trains weren’t so damn packed.

You knock the door, three tight raps before you realise what the words embossed on a black plaque on the door read. Your eyes widen as the door starts to open, the name GOJO SATORU disappearing from sight and making way for the man himself.

In front of you, the man whose dress shirt you stole after that night. And beside him, the woman who interviewed you.

“Oh hi, Y/N, good morning!” She’s greeting you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of him. He’s as surprised as you are, blank stare as Mrs. Souseki introduces you. “Oh and Mr Gojo, this is L/N Y/N. She’ll be taking over me as your assistant from now on.”

The words you try to say catch at your throat. But Gojo recovers faster. He holds a hand out for a handshake, acting as if he’s never met you.

“Morning Ms. L/N,” and then he flashes that charming smile of his. “Looking forward to working with you.”

“M-me too,” you choke out, shaking his hand. The flashbacks from two nights back flooding your vision.

Oh great. It’s only your first day of work and you’ve already fucked your boss.

Ami’s words ring in your head. You whore!

Yep. Yep, you definitely do feel like one. Unfortunately for you, Gojo’s not helping. Because the next moment, you catch something you’re positive he didn’t have on him that night.

A striking gold wedding ring.

You whore.

Jk jk!!! Can I request dad!steve teaching reader how to play baseball?? Incorporating the coach!steve that u were obsessed with a while back 🤭

this isn't the best and it makes me sad </3 I didn't know where to go with it. :((

wc: 615

warnings: clumsy!reader so mentions of bruises on readers legs due to said clumsiness, an probably inaccurate explanation of baseball

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Sam, the sweetest little boy in the world, knew exactly how to compel you into doing what he wanted. You weren’t sure if he was conscious of how impossible it was to say no when he gave what you called his puppy eyes.

His incredible persuasiveness, whether intentional or not, is exactly what lead you here; converse dusted with dirt, Steve at your side, his voice in your ear as he informed you of what to do, and Sam sitting crisscrossed in the grass a few feet away.

You were starting to think this was a mistake, slightly embarrassed with yourself. You didn’t like the thought of messing up in front of either of them.

“You have to make sure you’re standing right,” Steve said, like it was something you knew how to do without anxiety nipping at your heals.

How do you know you’re standing right? 

“It’s a lot easier than it sounds, sweetheart. All you have to do is turn yourself, yeah like that, and make sure your legs aren’t super close together.” He fixed your stance, his hands warm against your hips as he directed you in the direction you needed to be. 

“So, I just hit the ball and make a run for it?” 

Steve chuckled, and you could feel yourself heat up. “I wish it was that simple. My job as a coach would be much easier than it is. There is more to it than that.”

“Well, what exactly is the point of the game?” You asked then cringed at how condescending you probably sounded, jumping to fix yourself. “Or what’s the goal of the game?"

Steve immediately jumped into an explanation, telling you about how both teams compete to get more points each run than the other.

There was a total of 9 innings, two halves to each one where the teams would switch places, and went through the bare-basic steps of what the teams do during those innings.

It was a little confusing, but you think you understood most of it. You hoped you did, at least.

“I’m not so sure i’d fair well in an actual game of baseball," you told him honestly. "I wouldn't be able to run to a base without tripping over my feet."  There was a few more reasons, but this was the main one. The bruises scattered on your legs would be evidence of it.

“You are a bit of a clutz,” Steve light heartedly teased. He’d witnessed some of the many times you’ve accidentally walked into the corners of tables, your bed frame, and the counters of your small kitchen.

He’s contemplated baby proofing your apartment to reduce the amount of bruises you get each month, and he’s jokingly brought it up to you a time or two, though he wasn’t sure he meant it entirely as a joke. 

"You're not supposed to agree with me," You feigned being offended. He just smiled and kissed your temple.

"You know I love your clumsiness."

Sam jumped in, "I don't. Y/n gets hurt too much."

You turned to Steve, patting his shoulder. "Seems like you're the only one who enjoys it. Do you have a thing for seeing me walk into corners?"

Steve shoots his head, denying your statement. "What? No of course not. It's just a little funny, is all."

You gasped. "I cant believe you'd enjoy me getting hurt so much," You turned to Sam, gesturing your head in Steve's direction. "You hearing this, Sam?"

"Daddy's weird."

You gave the biggest smile, nodding in agreement. "He's very weird."

"Hey! I'm trying to teach you baseball and this is how you treat me?" You only shrugged in response, making Steve scoff. "Unbelievable."

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Little Game Night (M.R)

word count: 533

warnings: none

pairings: Thomas x Newt (romantic)

AU: Soulmate AU where you hear your soulmates voice in your head when you’re at your lowest.

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A little tidbit of the sequel I was working on before moving to work on the prequel first :)

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It had been about 2 months since Thomas had officially met his soulmate. They had decided to not make it official, wanting to get to know each other more first. Even if the universe decided that they belonged together they wanted to be friends first.

It was another Friday at Frypan’s place and Thomas was currently playing Mario Kart against Gally, Minho and Winston. Newt was to Thomas’ left and silently cheering him on while Brenda was practically yelling at Minho to hurry it up.

“What the hell Greenie, why do you always have a red shell??” Thomas heard Gally complain as he passed him for the 5th time, stealing first place and crossing the finish line.

“What can I say, I have my good luck charm.” He grinned, glancing at Newt to his side as he watched the others finish the game.

“Yeah yeah, go fuck yourself.” Gally mumbled, but it was half hearted and Thomas could see the smile threatening to peek through his annoyed look.

“Oh, don’t be a bad loser Gal.” Newt chuckled, crossing his arm as he leaned back on the couch. Thomas handed the controller to Ben so he could play one and leaned back as well.

The two of them were dancing around each other, always sitting near each other and trying to have as much physical contact as subtly as possible without having to talk about it. So here they were, thighs pressed together and gravitating towards each other even with enough room on the couch.

“I’ll be a sore loser if I wanna be a sore loser.” Gally grumbled, passing his controller to Alby while Minho passed his towards Brenda.

“It’s okay Gally, Tom has been beating me at this shit since 3rd grade. He’s just some sort of weird prodigy when it comes to games.” Minho said, leaning back and resting his legs in Brenda’s lap.

“Yeah, it’s scary how good he is at games sometimes.” Brenda agreed, resting her hands on Minho’s legs as she chose her character.

“I’m not that good, you guys are just… Not as good.” Thomas said, trying to hold back the shit eating grin that was threatening to appear on his face.

“Don’t be a bad winner Tommy.” Newt said, eyeing Thomas out of the corner of his eye as a small smile grew on his face.

“I would never!” Thomas exclaimed, placing an offended hand over his heart as he choked out a gasp.

“That is the biggest load of bull I have ever heard.” Ben said, not glancing at them since the race had started.

“I feel some hostility coming from everyone and I’d prefer if we brought this 8 down to a 2 because I’m feeling very attacked right now.” Thomas said, wiping away fake tears as he held onto his heart as if that was how he really felt.

“Somehow I feel like this may be a conversation that has happened before.” Newt mumbled, rolling his eyes fondly when Thomas moved to wrap an arm around him.

“You would be correct my dear Newt.” Thomas grinned, shooting a wink towards Newt before turning his attention back towards the race his friends were doing.

The OM!SWD characters with an MC who has eating issues

A/N: Hey, so I’m autistic and one of my biggest struggles is with food. I have all sorts of sensory issues and anxiety related to eating, leading to me being diagnosed with ARFID (Avoidant-Restrictive Food Intake Disorder) and developing some health issues like blood sugar dysregulation. I was thinking about how the OM boys would react to this, and since I’m sure I’m not alone I figured I’d drop them here for y’all to enjoy.

TW for eating disorders, obviously. Also not all of these start off pleasant, since the brothers weren’t exactly nice to MC when they first came to the Devildom.

Lucifer

Let’s be honest... he’s a little offended at first. The first meal you shared with the brothers at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer thinks you think Devildom food is gross and that’s why you’re not eating. Gets even more offended if he was the one cooking.

As time goes on, he goes from offended to just plain concerned. Why isn’t the human eating? If the human dies of starvation, Lord Diavolo’s exchange program will be ruined.

Probably takes it upon himself quite a few times to try to get you to eat, and is utterly confused when the reaction is straight up explosive.

Ouch... he did not expect to be punched for putting some dried bufo eggs up to your face.

You’re pretty sorry, but he did activate your fight or flight.

A demon-form Lucifer and a visit from Diavolo later, Lucifer calms down and apologizes. Never tries that again; all around backs off.

As he begins getting closer with you throughout your stay, he starts genuinely trying to understand your eating issues. He takes it much more gently this time, having learned from the incidents during the first month of your stay.

As he starts to genuinely understand, one day he asks you for a list of your safe-foods. When you tell him, he makes a mental note to himself to stock up on them. Ever since then, he’s always kept some of your safe-foods in his jacket pocket in case you need it. You can always count on him to have something for you.

He also made sure to stock up some in the student council room so you could always go in there and get some if he isn’t around.

Mammon

Mammon... really does not get it. Is this human defective?

Makes his fair share of rude remarks about it at first.

Slowly, those rude remarks turn from carelessly insensitive to a way of covering up his concern for you. That can’t be healthy...

The first time you had a blood sugar drop, he absolutely panicked.

The two of you were holding hands and your hands began shaking and sweating like wild, and a concerned look came to your face.

He asked you what was going on, and when you explained the situation his eyes fly wide and he goes full-drive into panic.

You say you need to eat, and he doesn’t hear anything else.

You know the term “speed demon”? Yeah, that’s applicable here.

He’s just a blur rushing down the hallway.

He comes back carrying everything from the fridge and shoving it at you begging you to eat.

He has no idea how medical stuff works, especially for humans, so as far as he’s concerned you could be minutes from death.

He pats your back encouragingly and talks to you while you eat. He does this for the next twenty minutes while you both wait for the sugar to hit your system.

Now he never shuts up about your eating issues. Every time plans are made, the first concern he voices is “will MC’s safe foods be there?!” He’s just trying to help, but you may have to tell him a few times that it’s a liiiittle embarrassing...

Leviathan

He... honestly didn’t notice.

He did find it a little weird that you never snacked with him when you were doing anime marathons together, but that was about it.

He heard his brothers talk about your concerning eating patterns before, but he wasn’t just going to listen to everything those normies say.

He himself can go several days without a meal if he’s busy grinding on events for his games, so he didn’t really think it was a big deal.

The first time he was truly concerned was when you had that blood sugar drop and he saw Mammon dashing to the kitchen.

At first, he was annoyed that Mammon was running in the house. It was practically making the house shake, and he didn’t want to be blamed if Mammon broke something.

He went out and complained to Mammon, only for Mammon to let out a completely unintelligible string of panicked words.

Okay, now he’s CONCERNED.

He made sure to check in with you after Mammon left, and the two of you had a long heartfelt talk.

He had a much better idea of your issues after that talk, and now he makes sure to get your safe-foods for you to munch on when the two of you do anime marathons.

Satan

Satan really didn’t care at first. He just thought you were weird but that it was none of his business.

He did admire your courage in punching Lucifer, though. That at least got him interested, just on a curiosity level.

After the body-swap arc, as he grows closer to you he grows increasingly concerned about your eating habits.

He starts checking in with you every once in a while, asking you if you’ve eaten lately and reminding you to eat.

He tries to avoid dinner dates to avoid making you uncomfortable, instead opting for museum visits, walks around the Devildom, etc.

Eventually he finally asks what it’s all about, and when you explain, he stays up all night researching your disorders.

Seriously, no one can pry him away from his books for like a week.

Akuzon keeps delivering books on autism and eating disorders to the HoL, and everyone’s just like, “Oh, it’s Satan again. Satan, come get your package!”

He constantly pesters you asking how he can help you.

He learns to cook all your safe-foods, exactly how you like them.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was the first one to realize there was something seriously unhealthy going on.

Just thinking about your diet made him feel his skin breaking out...

He has no idea how you manage to stay so stunning with that kind of diet.

At first, he starts giving you diet advice. When you turn it down, he starts whining about how worried he is.

When you explain it, he really doesn’t get it, but begrudgingly agrees to back off.

Beelzebub

This boy REALLY does not get it.

You went?? 18 hours?? Without eating?? Without realizing???

He has absolutely no idea how you do it.

He gets so worried about you that he starts offering you his food. None of his brothers can believe their eyes.

He gets even more confused when you tell him more about your issues. The idea of being afraid of eating, or eating being an unpleasant experience, just does not compute in his brain.

Nonetheless, he’s there to support you. No matter how baffled he may be.

Despite drooling over literally everyone else’s food, he understands that touching yours is a no-no. Your safe-foods are the only foods in the house that are safe from him.

Belphegor

Like Levi, he really doesn’t notice or care right away.

However, after he’s freed from the attic, his brothers are quick to fill him in on your issues.

Because he tried to kill you, he sees it as his obligation to keep you as healthy as possible.

He borrows Satan’s notes on your condition, and even talks with Lucifer about it hoping for advice on helping you.

He really goes above and beyond, seeing it as his penance.

He helps Beel restrain himself from taking your food.

Always keeps some of your safe foods stocked up in the attic if you need them.

Diavolo

Diavolo was extremely accommodating once he first found out about your issues. He and Lucifer both ensured there was a snack cabinet full of your safe foods in the student council room.

He pulled strings with the RAD kitchen staff to ensure there was at least one of your safe-foods available each day.

He also had vending machines installed all around RAD specifically so you could get snacks. He hand-picked every option available in the vending machines based off what you could eat.

Barbatos

Barbatos is tasked with preparing your safe-foods every time you visit the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He really didn’t get it at first, but once you told him that to you eating food is like him petting a rat, he got it.

He always engages you in conversation while you’re eating to hopefully make the process a little easier. He sneaks in little words of encouragement.

Solomon

You’re the only one who gets a pass to not eat Solomon’s food. Congrats.

Your prize: everyone is jealous.

Luke

Being a kid, Luke has no idea what an eating disorder is, or just what disorders are in general. He’s really confused.

However, if you talk to him about it on his level and explain it in terms he understands, he’s quick to be understanding.

He learns how to make all your safe-foods and makes them for you whenever you come over.

He acts like a concerned parent, always fretting over you taking care of yourself. You get a text a day from him reminding you to eat if you haven’t recently.

Simeon

Simeon is quick to catch on that something is wrong. He noticed your struggles in the RAD cafeteria, and his suspicions only grew stronger at that retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He actually brought up his concerns about it with Lucifer, but was blown off.

Like Luke and Satan, he also stepped up to the plate cooking your safe-foods.

Like Satan, he also finds non-food date options for you.

You took my book.

Batman stole your favorite book and Jason helps you get it back.

“I came here for my book.” I spoke. “Not so you can introduce me to another son.” Bruce blinked, showing no emotion. Jason, the son I was now getting introduced to was leaning against one of the marble walls in a black T-shirt and jeans. His eyes were burning right through me. The weather was muggy and gross as always in Gotham. I was on my way to Starr City when I was alerted that someone had entered my home. One look at the security camera confirmed it. But it was not what I expected. Batman had broken in and stolen my copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein. Why? Who knows?

“I thought since you both liked classics you could get to talking.” My eyes flickered to Jason who is just as confused as I am.

“Are you having some kind of mental breakdown?” I asked genuinely concerned.

Bruce let a small smile peak through his scowl. “No. My mental health is not in jeopardy, I sure you.” Jason finally stood up and started to walk away. I thought he was going to leave until,

“I know where he put your book. Come on.” With that he continues walking. I looked back at Bruce who had an odd look on his face. I didn’t push further and followed Jason. He took me into the BIGGEST library I’d ever seen, a house host. The shelves were almost to the ceiling. With paintings and tapestries all over, covering the walls. Golden, GOLDEN, pillars were holding this part of the manor up. Apparently, I stood in the massive wooden polished doorway, with my jaw on the floor a little too long.

“Do you want to get your book back or...?” My eyes fell on Jason, who had a peaceful look on his face. The library must do that for him.

“Yeah...is this place organized by the author's last name?” Jason nodded. “Cool. That makes this a lot easier.” I walked by Jason a little cautiously as he hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I got here. He seemed so guarded. Like I’d attack him at any minute. “Are...you, OK?” I asked. Jason’s eyes lit up in surprise at my question.

“Yeah. Just...get your book so you can go.” I opened my mouth to make a snarky remark but didn’t. I held out my hand as if calling my book and waited. The skin on my hand broke open, showing a glowing red underneath.

“Magic won’t work here.” I retracted my hand, turning it normal, turning to Jason waiting further explanation. “Zatanna's doing. Bruce asked her to. Lots of important documents are in here. Didn’t want...”

I inhaled, “Me to be able to take something. In case we had a falling out again I assume.” Jason nodded.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell me what happened though.” I nodded.

“Wouldn’t have cared if he did.” I said walking to the ‘S’ section. Jason followed a little way behind. Like he purposefully was keeping his distance. “Is there a reason you’re acting like I’m going to burn this place down? Is it because I’m a witch or a bitch?” I tried to ease the tension. At this Jason breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry. Just a little annoyed. Didn’t mean to I was take it out on you.” I waved him off.

“You aren’t just, felt the tension. ‘S’ finally, ‘Sh’ is the next bit...he put it at the very top didn’t he.” I said seeing a book resting on top the giant shelf.

“That he did. I didn’t have the heart to tell you. I can get it if you’d like. You can’t fly up there anyway.” I chuckled. “If only. I’m pretty sure he keeps a tall latter somewhere...there.” I pushed the big silver latter over to the shelf.

“Not to offend you but I still don’t think you’re 4’11 ass is going to be able to reach even with the latter.” Jason joked. At least he’s getting a little more comfortable around me.

“5’2 actually.” I shot back starting to climb. “And stop looking at my ass.” I flashed him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes.

“No chance you’re 5’2.” He snickered.

“Wanna consult my medical records?” I said looking down at him. Jason didn’t say anything back, just watched me continue up. Finally, I reached the top of the bookshelf. My book was indeed there. I reached for it, able to grab the corner and inch it over to me. “Screw you. I got it.” I called down to Jason showing him my book now in my hands. He stood there shaking his head. I flipped through it to make sure it was indeed my copy. The notes I’d written on the mergers were all there and the bullet points I wrote on the pathological narcissism of the doctor were still in the back of the book. They were. I was satisfied that this was my copy. I held onto the railing and started to make my way back down, when I heard a metal squeak. The bad kind. I stayed still trying to assess where the damage was. Another squeak rang out, a screw had come loose, the left side of the latter had gone tumbling down and me along with it. Before I knew it, I was falling, fast. Gravity’s a bitch. I finally started to process what was happening about halfway down. This will break my neck...shit and Alfred is gonna be pissed about cleaning up the blood. I waited to hit the ground then. I landed in someone's arms. Jason’s arms. He had a panicked look on his face. My heart pounded in my ears as the adrenaline continued to run through me. My left arm rested around his neck while his right arm supported my back, the other under my legs. Every inch of me felt like it was electrified. After at least 10 minutes of heavy breathing and us just looking at each other I spoke.

“Nice catch.” It came out as a whisper. Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce, Tim and Dick came running in.

“Is everyone....” Bruce started before seeing his son holding me. Bridal style. Oh boy.

Dick, always the sarcastic started to snicker with Tim.

“Are we interrupting?” I felt my cheeks turning red, suddenly becoming hyper aware of where Jason’s arms were and how close he was to me. Jason, clearly feeling the same, lowered me down and looked away, trying to hide the pink tint his cheeks were starting to get.

“We’re fine...the latter broke when I was trying to get my book. Jason...caught me.” I explained going to pick up my book. “Bonus points, books not damaged.” I brushed off the dust that accumulated on it from the fall. “I’ll uh...be going now. I gotta meet Barry in Starr City...like two hours ago.” Dick and Tim gestured as if to say, “right this way m’lady” I gave them the middle finger. Looking up Dick burst out laughing at something behind me and Tim held him up from falling to his feet. I turned to see Jason, red as a tomato now. Trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Shut up Dick before I make you.” Jason said trying to sound threatening but ended up making Dick laugh harder.

“I’m-I’m sorry Little Wing bu-but you’re BRIGHT RED! YOU MATCH YOUR HELMET!” Tim then started to laugh along with Dick. I on the other hand had to get going. I rolled my eyes at the laughing Batboys and turned to Bruce.

“Don’t take my shit again...please.” I smiled lightly. Bruce nodded, looking at his sons all wrestling each other now in a big pile. Acting like kids, for once. I saw a ghost of a smile on his face. “Have a nice day, Bruce. And Jason?” I said a bit louder. The boys stopped wrestling for a second. “Thanks.” I smiled genuinely and started to walk away. I turned the corner, seeing Steph propped up against the wall.

“So are you just not going to tell them that Zatanna’s spell doesn’t work on you or did you just want to get closer to the Prince of Gotham?” She said smirking. I smiled not saying a word before rising my hand opening a portal and walking through to Starr City.