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wondernus · 2 years

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˗ˋˏ LIVE・ˎˊ˗

synopsis: having just finished composing a song a few hours ago, jihoon starts a live on his phone to sing to those who are feeling a little lonely at night. little does he know, your sleeping figure could be seen in the corner of his little livestream, causing his fans to go crazy.

pairing: ljh x reader

genre: fluff

tags: established relationship, public relationship, idol x non idol

wc: 1.24k

a/n: just a little something short I barely remember drafting at 4am. I haven't written an imagine in months so this was a nice change c: also squeezing a little something out of my braincells before I let my brain melt during the concert in a few days ahhh!!

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“I don’t really do this a lot,” he whispers while leaning forward in his seat to stare into his phone screen he set on his desk, propped loosely between his mechanical keyboard and his miniature sound board. “I usually upload videos, but I wanted to sing to you on live today.”

Thousands of hearts and messages pop up one after another, and Jihoon quickly reads through them as best as he can. Most of them are greetings from fans who are slowly joining his live, and some fans ask him why he’s whispering.

“Why am I whispering? It’s past midnight,” he chuckles. “I’m trying to keep my voice low so I don’t disturb anybody.”

His studio lights are off, and the LED lights color his studio in a lazy purple haze. Fans can see him rolling his seat over to the guitar rack near his work desk and return with an acoustic guitar. He tunes his strings a bit before positioning the capo on the neck of the guitar. He opens his desk drawer to grab a silicone guitar mute to tuck under his strings.

“Are you all getting ready to sleep?" his voice is tender and loving in this interaction. He finger picks a simple but sweet melody as he continues, "I wrote this a few hours ago and just wanted to share it with you tonight. Maybe it’ll bring comfort to those who are feeling a little lonely."

Jihoon was never the type of guy to act so caring in public and private. The most care he would show was to slap you on the back once in a while if you did something right. But him singing his fans to sleep? Him offering comfort in a time of loneliness? These are actions he would never do on his own before you came into his life. Now knowing what it feels like to have someone by his side, to have someone he never plans on letting go, he's become more sympathetic to others. He openly worries and cares for those who need that extra comfort.

“Where’s Yn? Ahh…” he awkwardly scratches his hair and shakes his head so that his hairs fall flat against his head. “Yn’s sleeping right now.”

There are replies about him avoiding the question, but he smiles into his lap while he hugs his guitar closer to his chest.

Despite the fact that your relationship with him has been public for a while, the two of you still choose to keep your relationship to yourselves. As much as his fans want to know more about Jihoon's love life, they respect the privacy of others. However, anybody can notice the positive changes your relationship has on him.

He seems happier - not exactly floating on cloud nine. Jihoon is not the type to do so, but he simply seems happier than he was before. There's a subtle type of warmth he exudes. He's smiling more than usual and pushing Soonyoung off him less in interviews. One time he patted Soonyoung’s hair while Soonyoung was leaning his head on his shoulder. It weirded out the older boy so much that he avoided Jihoon for the rest of the day.

In his studio, there is a tiny framed polaroid of the two of you smiling, cheeks touching and faces squished together, that leans against one of his large Bearbricks standing on his white cubed shelves. One of his minimized tabs on his desktop is a page for a Polaroid film bundle that comes with a mini photo album and a string with tiny clips to hang the photos on the wall. He thinks it would look good on the wall above the couch with tiny fairy lights. He’d probably hang pictures of his studio guests and his pictures of you on the strings once he has time to print them out.

He tells his fans to wait a few seconds while he pulls up the lyrics he finalized after you fell asleep. With nothing in mind but singing the song he wrote with you to his fans, he pulls his keyboard close to him. His phone slowly slides backwards onto his sound board, and his fans see nothing but the ceiling changing colors in slow waves from purple to blue. They hear him click on his mouse a few times before softly gasping when he notices his fallen phone.

He mumbles his apologies while propping his phone against whichever surface he finds. His head turns away from his livestream, checking on something behind him, but he quickly focuses back on his live. The phone is repositioned in a new angle that Jihoon isn’t really bothered to doublecheck as long as he is in the frame. It’s already pretty late, and he doesn’t want to keep his fans up for too long.

The song he sings is very short. With a simple down, down, up, down, down strum pattern, he sings about the feeling of having somebody he loves fall asleep on him. He describes the fear of moving when someone is resting on his shoulder – too afraid to wake them up. He wonders if they’re dreaming about him, if the version of him in their dreams is a better version of the real him. Casting doubts aside, he ends his song on a note about the difference between dream him and real him is that they chose to be with the real him.

There is a small but cheesy smile plastered on his face as he leans forward to look at the comments his fans are leaving. However, his smiling face turns into one of blatant confusion when he notices the chat box moving a lot quicker than usual. He can barely catch the comments as they zoom upwards along the left side of the screen. His mouth drops open and his eyebrows twist in confusion when the only comments he is able to catch are keyboard smashes and people talking about themselves crying. He awkwardly thanks his fans for staying awake and waves them goodnight before ending his livestream.

When he locks his phone, he turns around to look behind him. He sighs in relief when he sees you sleeping soundly on his old couch. He puts his guitar back on the guitar rack and makes his way over to you. He quietly squats in front of you, laughing through his nose when he sees the tiny pool of drool forming where the corner of your lips touch the cushion you’re using as a pillow. He readjusts his large jean jacket you’re using as a blanket and decides to quickly clean up around him before waking you up to go home with him.

Little does he know the two of you are trending on Twitter. There are screenshots and recordings of his live from when he was singing. More importantly, fans are going wild about seeing you sleeping soundly in the corner of his screen. Not only that, they notice his jacket draped over you, and you’re hugging a pair of matching plushies fans have deduced are supposed to represent the both of you. Many have already guessed that there was another person in the studio with Jihoon when he started whispering in his large studio and turned around to check on something. However, many are even happier to find out that the person was you.

A few hours later, Soonyoung posts a screenshot from the live with the caption: “When will it be my turn?”

forever taglist: @jiminismybabymochi, @anissanightyoung, @bat-shark-repellant, @woozarts, @jaycheoluwu, @staysstrays, @soobin-chois, @anothershorthuman, @hoohoohope, @bibinnieposts, @candidupped, @purpleglassesenthusiast, @seokshook

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 4 months

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totally random and don't know if you've been asked this before, i've read your fics and drabbles, i absolutely love your voice in them, considering how you write Ian and Mickey so well, i'd give a penny for your thoughts about Mickey's lil bridezilla notebook. do you think it's full of collage pages? mostly text? magazine scraps? does he color code shit? ugh i love him sm 😩

oh my god i forgot the most important thing!!!!!!! did he ever let Ian have a complete sneak peek through it? cause i think he probably skimmed through it with Ian while the planning was on board, but Mickey probably stored it somewhere safe as a keepsake after the wedding....what if one day Ian just happens to find it and looks through it fondly and Mickey catches him on the act, oops, they have a talk about it, idk, Mickey having a lil notebook just does something to my fragile heart 🤧🤧

hello 😌 thank you for asking - i do actually have some thoughts on this, in the way that i think mickey's wedding notebook goes through several stages.

i think at its creation, it's more of a dump-book. mickey's at his stream-of-consciousness, hunting-and-gathering phase. there's no organization - no rhyme or reason - mickey is stressed and overwhelmed and he's just gluing shit right into that motherfucker, filling the pages as quickly as he can turn them. he doesn't really have a Vision yet - he just knows he's gotta prepare for it, especially since ian doesn't seem too interested in making decisions.

come to jesus moment. mickey slaps down a stack of pictures he's cut out and goes to start adding them, only to realize he has no blank pages left. he's filled the whole thing. that can't be right, can it? it's a big notebook, and the stuff he just cut out for it is real good shit so he's gotta make room. gotta start from page one. gotta thumb through it and pull a 'wtf' face because he doesn't even like some of this shit? why'd he put it in here? tulips??? who did that! okay, time to pump the fucking brakes.

paring down. re-evaluation. ian walks into the living room one night and mickey's cross-legged in the middle of a sea of ripped papers. like some sort of hamster. ian thinks perhaps divorce is on the table, only to come closer and realize mickey's cutting shit out and pasting it into a new notebook, the glue stick caught between his teeth like a cigar (Alternate Title: Ian's Come To Jesus Moment.)

notebook 2.0 is born. there's significantly less...everything. the Vision is starting to come together. debbie gives him these little color tab bitches that he can stick between the pages so he knows where to put things. Music. Food. Flowers. etc. mickey sits down with ian again and flips through it, getting his thoughts on different things. out comes the big red marker - circling - crossing out - starring. he can see ian trying to sneak closer looks across the table, but mickey's grown very attached. it's his hopes and dreams in here, motherfucker! ian can look at it later. after he finds the chiavaris.

That Bitch. this baby is in her final form. mickey knows what he wants and knows he's got the power to haggle, secure, or steal it all when he's got his notebook tucked under his arm. she's also good and solid when he smacks lip over the head with her after he makes a passing comment about being a groomzilla. she is everything.

when he does finally see his notebook again after many years, it's because ian is thumbing through it, this teary, fond look in his eyes as he sits in a sea of boxes. mickey doesn't know if he should be embarrassed or proud or what. a lot of their wedding day ended up shifting on its axis for a ton of fucked up reasons, so as gorgeous as she is, a lot of her didn't actually get to see the light of day.

but ian is innnn lovvvve (aaaaat laaaaast my looove has come alonnnggg). so much so that for their ten year anniversary, mickey walks into their little get-together and immediately recognizes a ton of the details. like they've jumped out of the pages of his notebook and into reality ten years later. ian is a sneaky fucker! and mickey has excellent taste.

and he's just really glad that he cut out that disgusting tulip arrangement in his first notebook purge.

#asks #gallavich #one thing about mickey is he needs a plan

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ghoulsgraveyard · 11 months

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Wear Them 2/3

a/n: so i decided to split this into three parts because i felt bad about how long its been since an update, i needed to feed yall. so this will have to tie you over until we get into the good shit. i may split this again just bc this fic has a mind of its own. this is not proofread, i will proof read it later tho.

warnings: Content warnings: feminization (reader calls Eddie a girl), panty theft (obvi), subsequent panty wearing, perv!eddie, degradation (the fun kind), fem!reader, reader has a vagina, sub!eddie, dom!reader, slut shaming but also virgin shaming (it makes sense don’t worry), some light cock and ball torture (genital slapping), spanking, emotional hurt/comfort (I dont know how that happened it just did) aftercare!

read part one here

You flicked the panties at his chest “you wanted them so bad. Wear them.”

Eddie seemed to realize what you meant in slow motion, putting the pieces together “intended purpose” and talking of him stretching them out… holy shit. You wanted him to wear your panties, and even more shocking to him, he wanted that too.

His mouth gaped like a fish, his lack of response causing you to pause “is that- would that be something you would want to do?” his response was immediate “yes fuck yes please uhh yes I feel like I should call you something other than your name while we do this or maybe I'm over thinking this and you’re not into that and the whole idea of calling you something else isn’t because I want to do this with someone else because uh im uh only interested in you and doing this with you and uh now I'm talking too much an-” shutting him up with a kiss “don’t worry about it baby. You can call me whatever you want, whatever makes you the most comfortable” you smiled against his lips. Eddie thought for a bit “promise you won’t laugh?” he said meekly, still fearing your judgment.

You held your hand up to his cheek and smoothed the skin of his cheek with your thumb, holding his face. In that moment you realized why Eddie was so hypersensitive towards you in particular. He can handle the judgment and ridicule from everyone else in this town, but not from you. You remembered all the times he would look to you after telling a joke to see if you’d laugh, or asking you to double check an assignment, even letting you read his book of lyrics. He had given you every piece of him, he looked to you for your approval, he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and in that moment you have never felt more important to another human being.

All you could do was smile warmly at him “oh baby I would never laugh at you” he practically whimpered, melting into your hand, then murmured “thank you master” he looked to you, silently asking if you liked that one, the groan you released more than answered him but just to reassure “that’s a great name you picked thank you baby.” Eddie beamed at the praise.

“Okay baby, before we do this I want to make sure you’re happy and safe the whole time, okay lovely? So to check in with you I'll ask you what color you’re feeling. If you feel good and safe say green, if you want to pause or slow down say yellow, and if I do something that makes you feel bad or unsafe I want you to say red. In the event you want to stop or pause or slow down, don’t wait for me to ask you baby, just shout out your color, okay?” he nodded along “I need to hear you tell me you understand baby” “I understand master” you smiled at him “good girl” eddie was immediately confused “I'm- master I'm a boy I'm not a girl” you raised your eyebrow at him, still smiling “honey I think you’re a bit confused, yeah?” you spoke to him like he was a lost dog, he nodded and you pouted at him “okay baby I'll help you make sense” suddenly you grabbed his chin, smushing his face in your hand forcing him to meet your gaze “when we’re playing, you are whatever I say you are. So if your master calls you a good girl, that’s what you are. Got it?” Eddie whined at the roughness of your grasp, “yes master thank you master” you gave him a curt nod “what’s your color baby?” eddie was still reeling but buzzing with excitement “green, master”

“Well?” you gestured to the panties “put them on slut.” eddie was beyond flustered, he began moving, then a truly delicious idea came to you “actually baby just lay there. Master will put them on for you.” he was glowing with embarrassment “what do you say sweetheart?” there was a pause as eddie tried to think of what you wanted to hear “thank you master” you beamed with pride “good girl, you’re catching on so quick! Such a good girl for your master” you swiped the panties off of his chest and settled yourself at the foot of the bed, the image was erotic. This big intimidating man who scared the whole town was trembling on his bed while you slipped a pair of panties between his feet. You swept them up slowly, the hair on his legs being pulled by the fabric, then released. The elastic of the legholes fought to accommodate his large thighs. You situated the underwear in the back first, pulling the gstring up so it sat correctly between his cheeks, now was the fun part. Eddie whimpered and you pull the fabric up in the front, slowly, torturously, the back of the panties pressed and pulled his tender sack while the front was still being rolled up by you. Swift finger adjusting the fabric that pushed his weeping cock against his stomach, you were delighted by a revelation: he was too big. Eddie’s dick was too long to fit in these panties, the elastic stopped about 3/4s of the way up, leaving the rest of him exposed. You watched as the red tip of his aching cock seemed to cry pre-cum, sticking to the patch of hair that trailed from his navel to his bush. You leaned back to take in the image. It was beautiful.

You looked at him from all angles like he was an art piece, how the straps sat above his hipbones, the way the elastic stretched to accommodate the cock sticking out of the top, how his full hairy balls couldn’t fit in the crotch and were practically cut in half by the g-string, the delicious way the fabric desperately stretched to hold his hard cock, practically busting at the seems. It was beautiful.

Eddie couldnt help but squirm under your watchful eye, and for the obvious reason. He whined which caused your gaze to snap back at his face “you look so pretty baby” you cooed at him “so pretty all dressed up for your master, such a pretty girl” eddie blushed and hid his face behind his hair when you called him that. He feels like he shouldn't like it as much as he does. You pet his face “you like that don’t you sweetheart? Hmm? You like it when master calls you a pretty girl?” clearing his throat “y-yes master I like being your pr-pretty girl” he was so bashful it was adorable

“why don't you go look at yourself in the mirror?” you stood up off the bed and offered him a hand, which he took shakingly, you led him to the full body mirror in his room, then stood behind him, both of you looking at him. Eddie rotates his hips, looking at himself from different angles just like you did. Your hands wrapped around his chest and grazed his torso with featherlight touches leaving goosebumps in their wake “look at you” you whispered “just gorgeous” your hands made their way down to his groin “such a pretty cock all wrapped up in lace” you squeezed his dick, hard. He hissed at the feeling “hurts'' he said through his teeth “good hurt or bad hurt baby?” you rubbed your palm over his bulge “g-good hurt.” a grin split your face “oh that’s good baby. You like it when your master hurts you?” you grabbed the leg holes of the panties and pulled them up roughly, causing the g-string to harshly dig into his balls, Eddie yelped at the sensation, the sound quickly morphing into a moan.

You bark out a cruel laugh at his response. “Well?” you growl at him, Eddie pants, his mind empty, his wide eyes bright but thoughtless, his jaw slightly dropped so his pink lips form an ‘o’ as he pants “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me.” Eddie desperately wracks his brain for the question, finally he remembers, stuttering out “Y-yes master I l-love, I love it when you hu- hurt me master.” Whines caused him to interrupt himself, in his empty head all he could think about was how he could please you, impress you, you seemed happy when he talked, so he tried again to form words “Th-thank you for being so p-patient with m-me master” he gasped out. You gasped in delight, smiling wide “Oh baby look at you! My good girl has amazing manners. So proud of you sweetheart. I’m so happy with my little slut” Eddie soaked up the praise like a sponge to water, bathing in the warmth and depravity of your words “You’ve been so good for me, i think you deserve a reward.” you whisper to him like a secret “what do you think?” he nods quickly, hair shaking with the motion “yes master I would like a reward please.” you dig your nails into his hipbones and roughly pull him back onto the bed so he’s sitting back to chest with you facing his mirror. You lick and bite at his earlobe while snaking your legs to sit over his thighs, somewhat restraining him with your body. You let your fingernails drag up his hip bones and dance across his torso, his abdomen twitching at the light touches, cock continuing to drool just below his navel. Your fingers skirt up to his chest, drumming your fingers on his pectorals before allowing yourself to lightly circle his right nipple with your finger tip, the rosy bud hardening as you circle in tighter, you repeat the ministration on his other side before taking each nipple between your pointer and thumb. Eddie lets out a low hum at the sensation. You gently roll the skin between your fingers, gradually increasing pressure, until you’re fully pinching him. He squirms in your hold letting out whimpers and moans. You smile and continue to roll and tug at his sensitive skin, his hips jumping when you slap his chest. His gasp transfers seamlessly to a loud moan, skin prickling in reaction. “That feel good, little one?” you smile, already knowing the answer “uh-uh-huh feels really” you interrupt him with a slap to his other nipple, causing him to moan loudly “really, r-really good” the rest of his response came out in a whine. His head rolls back to rest on your shoulder, bangs sticky with sweat against his forehead, eyebrows pulled together with fluttering eyelids occasionally revealing the whites of eyes rolled back, mouth hung open in pleasure. He looks depraved. He looks divine.

You drag your nails across the reddened and raised skin “it’s a little bit funny” you muse “because you’re a slut, but you’re such a little virgin huh baby?” he whimpers, you continue “it’s pathetic, it really is, but it’s endearing how hard you try. Try hard to come across as this big scary man out in the world, but i slap you around and suddenly you’re my pathetic little girl. You’re not scary at all, you couldn’t hurt anything.” he nods in agreement, you lick the skin between his chin and his ear, biting his earlobe before you whisper “but I can” he whines loud and high in his throat, at the sensation and your promise of delicious pain. “Wh-what do you mean master?” he licks his lips, eyes straining to look at you from his place on your shoulder “oh all sorts of good hurt i could give you. I was thinking, because of how much you like when i slap you, i’d like to see your pretty ass over my lap.” He blinks at you slowly “Thats your cue to lay yourself over my lap baby.” He quickly scrambles into position in a manner who’s absence of grace is substituted by enthusiasm.

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dumb-doll-lips · 3 months

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Finally gonna try to recap some of last night, it’s kinda all over the place and like def lacking details of me getting fucked, waited to long to try to recap maybe. This guy is like newer still and met him irl so a bit more of a vanilla start. Which def makes it feel hotter to me like how quickly he was like teasing me about dumb stuff I said or did, and groping me lots in public when we first went out.

He came over this time, the plan was horror movies and him fucking me. Super appreciate that each time he’s been over he’s brought a bottle of something to drink, the not showing up empty handed is always nice.

Over the night watched 3 movies, w lots of groping me. 30 min or so in, he fucked me, it’s kind of a blur, but he did use a condom this time and I def came on his cock a bunch. Then back to movies, and ordering food some time during then. Was teased a little about how my nipples were hard like the hole time lol.

Finally watch the movie hostel. I feel like growing up I thought it was gonna be like more intense but like it was feeling dated. I liked it, def was laughing more than I expected to be.

Honestly not at all sure if he used a condom or not the next time. I was like really wet and a little bit sore from earlier, plus the drinks and being all horny couldn’t figure it out or not. Def didn’t the time after tho.

I find it kind of hot that like we never really talked about condoms or birth control or anything. And he just switched to fucking me raw and unloading inside me. When I like slowly put that all together while he was fucking me, def thought that was so really hot. Also having felt iffier about birth control bc like of how my period was a bit early and how I don’t really get how the like different color last week of it works. So was feeling riskier to me. (I feel like probably would have been fine but did take a plan b cause a baby now would be bad.)

There was also getting to be more like pulling my hair, light choking, and at least a couple decent-ish slaps to my face. So that’s fun too.

And then he fucked me in the morning and wanted to cum in my mouth this time.

#I tried really really hard to remember the switching to no condom part #so I feel like so much of the rest didn’t have space #other than some being teased about dumb stuff but that’s so favorite too #slutting #🍷

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lorre-verie · 1 year

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡. 𝟑 ࿐ྂ

summary: (part 3 of the 'my sanctuary' series) you were falling deeply in love with Neteyam and you didn’t know it. The feelings that stirred inside you made you scared, causing you to avoid him for the next week. When you finally reconcile and apologise to him, Ao’nung starts a fight with his younger siblings. What will happen when your younger brother makes it clear that he detests you growing closer with the oldest son of Toruk Makto?

word count: 6.3k words

pairings: neteyam x gn! Ao’nung’s older twin! reader, lo’ak x tsireya

warnings: family problems, tonowari and ronal scolding Ao’nung, Ao’nung being mad at you and Tsireya, its all really just a shitshow towards the end of this chapter really, CUSSING, this is rlly for the purpose building towards the big problem in the next chapter

“What’s your dream, y/n?” Neteyam whispered, surveying you. He took in the sight that he saw in front of him; you sitting next to him, the purple and blue lights of the cave illuminating your face and your body. You looked magical to him, celestial, even. You bit back a smile, this man was ridiculous.

“Seriously? The first question you ask me and it couldn’t be something like "what's your favorite color?"” you turned your gaze towards him, his signature smirk already spread across his face. He spread his legs as he sat on the dark blue floor of the cave, legs submerged in the water. He rested his forearms on his lap and folded his hands together.

“That’s not a fun question. And I already know what it is.” he chuckles, as you scrunch up your nose and forehead, crossing your arms. “No you don’t.” you say in skepticism. “It’s yellow.” he smiled, amused that you didn’t yet understand how observant he was.

You angled your head sideways, how’d he know? Not even your brother knew your favorite color. “I can see it,” he began, still smiling. “It’s the color of the shell you just placed on the wall. You tend to look at yellow things longer than others. You also seem like a yellow sort of person.”

You tried to keep calm, to not show obviously that he was right. He noticed the shell? He’d noticed how your eyes brightened up ever so slightly when you saw something yellow; something less common in the area that you took the Sullys diving in.

“Yellow sort of person?” you said in a stern voice, wishing for him to elaborate yet still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right, but the way your gaze softened betrayed you.

He let out a quick exhale, feeling slightly prouder of himself now that he knew he was right. “You know, you are really good at hiding what you really feel inside. You always seem so calm and put together, but really you’re teeming with energy and passion. I can see it in your eyes.” he said, never breaking eye contact with you.

He could read you so well, yet he’d only known you for 2 days.

“You were much happier today compared to yesterday. I can tell you love the ocean,” he pauses, the calmness in his tone contorting into a playful one, “well, much happier except for when you started attacking me like a–” you slapped the side of his neck where his vocal chords were, preventing him from finishing the sentence to which he threw his head back and laughed.

You couldn’t help but admire him as he did so, his cute smile making you forget what he said just moments ago. His hair was undeniably light and flowy, always shaking around with his movements or whipping wildly in the wind. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, hiding it by looking down at the water pool below you.

A plethora of bioluminescent algae waved around on the bottom of the pool, the attractive light stretching through the water and shining on your feet. Your ears fluttered, hearing he wasn’t laughing anymore, and you looked at him, meeting his gaze.

He was truly beautiful. Freakishly annoying at times, but thoughtful and kind. A small smile snuck its way onto your face, mirroring his.

“You never answered the question. What’s your dream, lover of the sea?” he whispered, his thick omaticayan accent yet again causing a slight shiver to run down your spine. You took a deep breath in and sighed, you were really about to spill your guts to someone who was supposed to be a complete stranger.

But to you it felt like you had already known him your entire life.

“My dream is to be free,” you breathed, eyes twinkling with longing as you looked at him, whether it was longing for him or longing for freedom, you were unsure. “I want to be able to run wild, go wherever I want without having to worry about everyone else.”

“I want to explore every inch of Pandora that there is,” you finished, leaning back and using your arms to support your body. His little smile grew into a full blown grin. “What? Too unrealistic?” you unconsciously bit the inside of your lip, worried he’d think you were being absurd. “No. It’s a beautiful dream. I just didn’t realize how similar we are.” he said, placing his hand near yours on the hard rock.

“We are?” you asked, tilting your head. “Yeah.” he chuckles. “Same dream, same thing holding us back. We care too much about our loved ones.” You look at him, knitting your nonexistent brows together. So he felt like that too? He noticed your worried expression and quickly changed the topic. “It’s your turn to ask me a question.”

“Okay then mighty warrior,” you put a finger to your chin, pretending to think. You were in fact concerned about him, but if he didn’t want to talk about it you wouldn’t push it. “Do you like boys or girls?” you asked, your facial features now wearing a complacent grin.

His ears turned dark purple, although his face stayed neutral. “What, hm, what would make you ask that question?” he stammered, confident facade faltering before you. “Don’t change the subject Neteyam, just answer it!” you teased.

You hated when he messed with you, but when it was the other way around, boy did you have fun.

He coughs, “Well, I’m okay with both.” “Both? Why Neteyam, I didn’t know you were such a player.” you playfully hit him on his shoulder, cackling. “You know that's not what I meant! I, I can have romantic interest in either! How about you then?” he asks, huffing and crossing his arms.

“Hm well, same with you,” you answered, “But my type is tall, strong omaticayans, mainly the handsome ones,” you grin, giving him a look. “Preferably older than me.”

He smirks at your statements, cocking his head to the side. His arrogant little self was back, but you already knew how you were going to humble him.

“Oh yeah? I think I know someone who fits that description.” he commented, pleasure dancing around in his eyes, thinking you were talking about him. You decided to indulge in his little fantasy. “Mmm, I think you know him very well,” you smile.

What he did next made your heart stop; he leaned in suddenly, looking down at your lips and then closing his eyes. This was not the plan, he was about to kiss you! But you weren’t going to let him do that, at least not so easily.

You placed a finger on his lips, stopping his advances. He opened his eyes, looking into yours, slightly confused, and you leaned into his ear and whispered, “It’s your dad.”

You were clutching your stomach, howling with laughter as Neteyam sat at the opposite corner of the cave to you, glaring daggers and frowning. “You- You should have seen your face– It was so funny–” you said in between laughter, pointing at the omaticayan. His frown grew bigger, then he mumbled something you couldn’t hear. “Wha, what was that?” you wiped a tear from your eye as he got up from his sitting position, a sullen look on his face.

“I said, I’ll show you what’s really funny!” he repeated, and you let out a scream as he lunged at you, pushing you into the water pool. You flailed your arms around helplessly in the water as he started to tickle your sides, sending you into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. His movement was limited, however, due to the water slowing him down.

Out of instinct, you pulled his hair, dragging his head down into the water with you. The next 7 minutes consisted of kicking each other, trying to get away in the water before being dragged by the foot back to the middle of the pool, as the gill mantle looked on from the corner in absolute terror watching two na’vi seemingly try to rip each other's heads off.

After a while you both were exhausted, crawling onto the rock steps and back onto the little platform. You collapsed on your back, looking up to the miraculously picturesque ceiling, breathing heavily and trying to regain your energy. He did the same, and you both were just sprawled out, sopping wet and heaving in the middle of the floor.

You both turned your heads simultaneously, looking at each other. When you both made eye contact, seeing one another equally disheveled and exhausted beyond belief made you want to burst out into laughter. You fought to try and contain the smile that appeared on your face, but your body would not listen. It was happy, and so were you. Neteyam was holding back as well, biting his lip to prevent him from laughing and resulting in a rather ugly face he was making.

You snorted, and then the two of you erupted into little childish fits of giggles. This would definitely be a strange sight to see, you thought to yourself. You wondered for a second how your father would react to seeing you messing around with a boy like little kids, but in the end you didn’t care.

You sat up, still drenched from head to toe, lifting up your arm and holding your hand out. “Truce?” you offered, a devious smile on your face. He took your hand to lift him up from the floor, and he pulled a face as if he was considering your oh so kind offer. “Truce.”

The next few hours you spent with neteyam felt like pure bliss. The unfamiliar feeling of such warmth spread throughout your body, but you welcomed it with your whole heart. You two cracked jokes, teased each other until you turned purple, touching and hitting each other for fun.

He had taught you some english, more specifically the slang, and in return you had taught him how to properly hold his breath, placing your hands on his stomach and chest to assist. The beating of his heart quickened when you felt his body, and you simply pretended not to know why. “Calm yourself, Nete.” you say in a low voice, and it makes his heartbeat even faster for the use of the nickname.

He was only able to look at you and hear your voice as he sucked in a breath, embracing the feeling of your touch. He wished to take your hand in his and hold it for the longest time, to wrap you in a tight hug and whisper sweet nothings in your ear of how beautiful you were and even more so how stunning your mind was.

You were a thoughtful soul, akin to his own. He almost cursed Eywa for making a creature with a spirit as effervescent as yours, yet condemning you to be trapped within your cage of responsibilities. If you wanted to run away with him one day and leave everything behind, he would say yes faster than you could say his name.

You clapped your hands together in front of his face, unknowingly pulling him out of his lovesick trance. “Nete?? Pay attention to me. You don’t just get lessons from the person next in line to be olo’eyktan and just get lost in your own thoughts,” you rolled your eyes, unable to recognize the loving look in his gaze when he looked at you.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to push you out of his mind even though you were right in front of him. He had been interested in you since the day you both met, of course he did, you defended his family in front of a crowd of your people after all.

But now that he’d gotten to know you better, he was enraptured by your presence. You had locked his heart up in a cage and kept the key for yourself, and he let you do so. There was just something about you that made him feel all tingly and warm and fuzzy inside.

“Mhm.” Why was he so unfocused? “Do you know how long we’ve been in here?” His eyes snapped up to yours and he shook his head. “I’ll check, give me a bit.” you step into the water and disappear, leaving him alone in the dim cave.

Inhaling deeply, his eyes roam around as he sits in place, closely examining the carvings on the walls, until one of them in particular catches his attention. The carving of a giant sea creature sits in the corner, the grooves gently sparkling because of a paste or paint of some sort. He gets up, indulging in his curiosity. The sea creature had tattoos like your parents, but upon closer observation he saw that it was incomplete, breaking off at the edges near the eye of the creature.

He traced his finger across the carved out tattoo, feeling into the damp crevices. The crevices felt abnormal, rough on the insides and scraping against the pad of his pointer finger, leaving a glittery sheen of moist paste on it. He bent down, eyes narrowing to take a closer look at the indentatio– “Neteyam!” he whips his head around to you emerging from the water in a panic, shaking the water from your hair. “It is almost daytime, you must go now!”

“Shit.” he mutters, scampering towards the water and swiftly making tsaheylu with the still-traumatized gill mantle. Right as he’s about to disappear through the tunnel, he makes the decision to look at you waist deep in the water, as if it would be the last time he would ever. “What are you doing? Go now! We cannot let anyone know we were together” you shoo him away. “I can’t believe you want me gone so soon, paskalin.” he fake frowns to hide his glee in seeing the way your eyes widened in shock at the pet name.

You wanted to scold him, to slap him or hit him or punch him, but he dipped into the tunnel with that same old smirk on his face yet again, leaving you shaken. You couldn’t believe the events that happened that day; you showed Neteyam your second home, something you hadn’t even shown to your brother or sister.

You admitted to him your regrets, dreams and aspirations without thinking twice; perhaps he would tell his whole family? You knew he wasn’t like that, but something gnawed at the bottom of your soul, making you unnecessarily anxious. Worry lines appeared on your forehead as you sat in silence, making a prayer to Eywa while waiting until you deemed it safe to go out.

For the next week and a half, you’d been avoiding Neteyam, only saying quick greetings to him until you hurried away to help Lo’ak, Kiri or Tuk. But never him. You were scared. He did say stuff to you occasionally but you always ignored it, never giving him a chance to ask you about why you had been ignoring him either.

You and your siblings agreed it was time to teach the omaticayans how to ride the ilu, and today was the first day. Unfortunately, you had fallen victim to the worst villain of all; oversleeping.

“These are ilu,” Ao’nung explained. “If you want to live here, you have to ride.” your little brother had taken your role of being the main teacher to the omaticayans in your absence, the ilu swimming in circles serenely around him.

You spotted the group from afar in the sand and raised your hand high to wave at them, Lo’ak noticed you first and elbowed Neteyam painfully in the gut. As soon as you were deep enough in the water, your favorite ilu, Azea, swam right up next to you, clicking in joy of seeing you again. You lit up, caressing her on her forehead lovingly. “Azea, I’ve missed you!” It had been a long time since you’ve met her, since she’d given birth, she had been too weak to be ridden.

You connected your queues together, feeling her strength and pride surge through your own body after she had successfully birthed 3 healthy baby ilus, as well as her love for them. You smiled, getting on her back and patting it gently, motioning her to move forward towards the group.

Before you could even apologize for being late, Neteyam spoke up. “Well someone’s late. Sleep well?” you sent him an unamused look, brushing away his attempts at interaction with you again.

It was a gorgeous morning like any other, the daylight descended beautifully from the sky refracting into the ocean, making those wonderfully familiar abstract lines of light on the warm sea. You disconnected your queue from Azea’s, signing thank you. You tread through the water and stood next to Tsireya while Ao’nung continued explaining what the correct position was for riding.

A far off look was marked on her face, her eyes pointed downwards to the sand below her and she fiddled with her thumbs. Had something happened that you didn't know of? “Psst.” you whispered, and she snapped out of her daze, looking at you. “Oh! I’m sorry that I haven’t greeted you yet, y/n, I was thinking about something.” she apologized, signing a greeting. She definitely looked distraught, her ears were tense and pointed towards the sky.

“Are you okay? Did something bad happen?” you put a hand on her back worriedly, it wasn't like her to be so jittery this early in the morning. Normally she would have a bright smile on her face, excited for the day ahead and what adventures awaited her, but now she just seemed conflicted, troubled about something. “No no, it’s nothing like that. But can we talk about it later? I’m sorry,” she sighed, unable to meet your gaze.

“It’s alright, sister. When you are ready, I will be here for you.” you reassured her, rubbing her back and she gave you a smile, grateful that you were so understanding. “If anyone hurt you, I will make sure to feed them to the akula.” you grin, and she covered her giggle with her hand.

At last, Ao’nung had finished his explanation, and the omaticayans dispersed with a metkayina each to instruct them. Tsireya went with Lo’ak and Rotxo went with Tuk. You sent Neteyam off with Ao’nung, much to their dismay (but Ao’nung would have been unhappy either way), and you were left with Kiri and a gorgeously light purple ilu that had been swimming around her since she joined Ao’nung’s lecture.

“His name is Kahäì. I noticed he took a liking to you earlier, so I figured it would be best to start with him,” you say, crossing your arms as Kiri happily played around with Kahäì. “He might not continue to like you after you make the bond, though. Some ilus are just like that.”

“Well I think we’ll get along just fine, don’t you, Kahäì?” she paid no heed to your warning, continuing to playfully splash little amounts of water onto the ilu’s back and fins. Your heart warmed at the thought of seeing a new friendship bloom like yours and Azea’s, observing how Kiri’s eyes had lit up when she realised she would be bonding with an ilu that day.

“Make the bond gently. Try taking what Ao’nung said before and applying it in your own posture now.” you gave an encouraging smile, which she really didn’t need.

Just moments later, you and Kiri were circling around each other on your ilus inside the ocean having the time of your lives being surrounded by the multicoloured schools of fish, warm rays of light leading the way as you both twirled around under a rock structure shaped like an archway. She spotted her brothers swimming after each other and joined in the chase, dragging you into it as well.

The way the water tried to push back your body as you told Azea to go faster sent your heart into a rush, you were smiling so hard as you tried to catch Kiri’s free hand, swallowing water when you saw Lo’ak almost get flinged off his ilu trying to catch his brother. The female omaticayan in front of you started leading Kahäì up to the surface and breaking off from the chain, and you realised she was out of breath, tailing her just in case.

She whipped her hair around when she resurfaced, taking in deep breaths before you emerged right after her. “You did great, Kiri!” you congratulate her. You hadn’t ever seen anyone as in touch with their ilu on the first ride, much less someone from the forest. She smiled in return, but it quickly disappeared once she saw the pained expression on your face. You felt a sharp stabbing pain in your body, your hand quickly flying to clutch your stomach.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” She inched Kahäì closer to you, the purple ilu nudging his head gently against Azea’s neck worriedly. You could feel every bit of her pain, disconnecting your queue from hers hurriedly. “I am, but she’s not.” you breathed out, rubbing circles on her back as she grunted in agony.

“Will she be alright?” Kiri asks as she puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it, eyebrows furrowed. You suck in a breath. You were both crouching down in the sand in the middle of the day after you led an injured Azea back to the ilu pen where she would receive care from the healers there, and you just felt so incredibly guilty about the whole ordeal. Had you not raced with her, perhaps she wouldn’t have been going through such pain.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “They said she would be fine but I can’t ride her for the time being.” you say, cupping your hands in your face. “You should go, Kiri. Don’t let my sour mood spoil the rest of your day, alright?” you look up to her, giving her a sheepish grin. She nods and gives you space, and you bury your face into your hands again.

You took a deep breath in, repeating to yourself in your heart that it wasn’t your fault in an attempt to lessen the guilt that was crushing your lungs.

Another breath. This time you concentrated on the sounds around you; the leaves of the trees behind you rustled in the light breeze, the waves crashed gently against the sand, water touching the tips of your toes.

Inhale. You heard the fluttering of wings soaring above you and the tiny pitter patters of the little crabs scurrying across the beach. Exhale.

Inhale. You heard the soft shifting of sand; someone was walking, nearing your location from your right. Exhale.

Inhale. You have half a mind to run. Exhale.

Inhale. You don’t have the energy for that. Exhale.

Inhale. They’re coming closer now. Exhale.

Inhale. You turned your head away from your hands, and the first thing you saw were legs heading towards your crouched form, interstellar blue stripes adorning them. You squint, eyes still adjusting to the light, unable to discern which Sully sibling was walking towards you. But you certainly had a guess.

“Y/n?” a low voice asked you, and the accent gave it away. Exhale.

“Hi, Nete.” you responded, mindlessly putting your arms over each other, blankly staring into the horizon. He sat next to you, crossing his legs. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead he was gazing straight ahead, looking into the waters.

“Are you going to say something?” you ask him. “I think it is you who has something to say to me, y/n.” he rolls his eyes, tracing patterns into the damp sand. You kept quiet, knowing he was upset you had been ignoring him.

He turned to you. “The last time we actually talked was that night. You ignored me completely for more than a week, and then you sent me off training with your stupid brother this morning, which is really the worst of it all.” he huffed. You looked at him, astonished. He had a small sad smile on his face as he drew a frowny face in the beige sand.

You sigh, feeling ashamed of yourself. You felt unnerved telling him about your escapades, yet you just ran away from him like you did every other problem in your life. “Forgive me, Neteyam. I did not mean to be so distant. I was just….I don’t know.” you muttered, the sinking feeling in your stomach dropping lower because you couldn’t even find the words to explain to him how you felt.

“No words have to be said.” he gave you a small smile. “But, I must ask you,” he looked into your eyes; it was the first time you’d really looked at him in a week. His golden eyes made a little home in your heart, and you welcomed them with open arms. “Was it because of me?” his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes searching your face.

You bit the inside of your lip, shaking your head. “Of course not. I was just too busy trying to protect myself. And my heart,” you placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat quicken. “Well that’s good to know.” he nodded, breaking eye contact to look back down at the small frowny face, already washed away by the foamy waves.

He uncrossed his legs, using a hand to push himself up. “Come. Let’s take a walk.” he extended his hand, a half-smile turning up one side of his mouth. You gaped at him, a flush creeping through your face as you realised how he absolutely towered over you in this position. You took his hand and pulled yourself up, and you both walked in tandem along the beach. You confided in him, telling him about what happened to Azea.

Your hands dangled close to each other as you finished, voice trailing off. The urge to take his hand and interlock your pinkies together was insane, to the point that you almost did so.

“I’m sorry that happened. But if Azea is anything like you then she’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.” he smiled to himself. “It already happened, don’t get too worked up about it.” he looked at you, noticing your gaze fixed on the both of your hands. A wry smile appeared on his face, and he was about to tease you, until he heard the mocking voices of others ahead.

Your brothers and his friends surrounded Kiri and Lo’ak, you could hear that they were calling them ''baby tails'' and laughing at them, and before you could even say anything, Neteyam was already stomping towards them, movement poisoned with anger. He pushed your brother away by the shoulder and you walked towards them, arms crossed. “You heard what she said.” he spat, words laced with venom. You hadn’t seen him so angry before.

“Leave them alone.” he threatened, a finger stabbed to Ao’nung’s chest. One of his friends stepped up behind him, mocking Neteyam. “Aha, big brother coming to the–” Ao’nung raised an arm, stopping him mid sentence. “Back. Off.” he spoke through gritted teeth, and your little brother raised his arms.

Annoyance was written all over your face. Seriously? What kind of things are your brother and his friends getting up to? You scanned the group, checking if Rotxo was present. You saw no sign of him, sighing in relief. If Rotxo was encouraging this type of behavior you would have to tell your father that he was in fact, not a good influence on his son.

You guessed Ao’nung didn’t see you with Neteyam, because as the omaticayans stepped away, he and his friends huddled together, blatantly calling them and their whole family freaks even though he knew they were in earshot. Your jaw tensed, what the hell?

Lo’ak turned and stalked towards him, intent hidden. “I know this hand is funny. Look, I’m a freak. Alien.” he wiggled his littlest finger, Ao’nung looking at him with a cheshire smile.

“But it can do something really cool. Watch. First I ball the top really tight like this, okay?” he curled his fingers into a tight ball. Your eyes widened, knowing what he was about to do. “Then–” he punched your brother square in the face, and you audibly gasped even though you knew it was going to come. He punched a second time, and a third, knocking Ao’nung into the sand with a bloody nose.

You stood there in shock. Watching someone beat up your brother right in front of you was something you never, ever thought would happen, but there it was. “It’s called a punch, bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!” you recognized the word from last week, Neteyam had told you it was an offensive and insulting word.

You were in a dilemma. Your brother had been punched and knocked to the ground, so you were supposed to save him, right? But then again, he had done something inexcusable for his age and status, mocking others in front of their face. Perhaps he deserved this. But it was your duty as his protector and older sibling to save him. Ao’nung and his friends hissed back at Lo’ak and a full on fight had commenced, he tackled Lo’ak into the water and the omaticayan punched him in the face.

Ao’nung’s friend pulled Lo’ak’s tail, and you were about to put a stop to it until you saw Neteyam joining the fight. “AGHH MY EAR! LET GO!!” your brother shrieked in pain, Kiri couldn’t help but laugh even though she was shouting at them to stop just moments ago. You had enough. You walked right up to them, crossing your arms and locking eyes with one of Ao’nung’s friends, sending him a death glare.

His ears flattened and he stopped pulling Lo’ak’s tail. Soon enough everyone including your brother had noticed you staring at them with a harsh look in your eye, arms crossed and tail raised. They knew they were all in deep shit.

“How could you say such things!” Ronal stressed, hands massaging her temples. Ao’nung was down on one knee on the floor of your family’s marui, looking down expressionless. You sat on a hammock in the corner, watching with your arms crossed. You had brought him to the healers tent to stop his bleeding nose after the fight finished. Around that time your mother was usually out collecting herbs, but instead she was there when you both walked in.

She interrogated you and your brother about his injury, about to explode in anger at the person who hurt his son. You had no choice but to tell the truth, Ao’nung avoiding her gaze in shame and fear of her reaction. The look on her face was no less than terrifying, similar to her expression now. Your father was there too, angered. “Ao’nung, what excuse do you have for instigating a fight with Jake Sully’s family?” he asked calmly, but you knew that he was fuming on the inside.

“None, father.” Ao’nung muttered, knowing to look into his father’s eyes when responding. You could do nothing but watch the scene unfold, your lips in a tight line. You truly felt bad for your brother, you cared for him so. But what he did was horrible, and you couldn’t save him past that point. Your father let out a long, disappointed sigh, your brother’s ears flattening in response.

“What were you thinking? You are the son of the olo’eyktan. You’re supposed to be a role model, not a disappointment.” Tonowari scolded him, Ao’nung’s facial expression unchanging. “Where did you learn this type of behavior? Because I certainly didn’t teach you any of this.”

The pit in your heart fell deeper and deeper with every word you heard your father say to your brother. You never liked seeing either of your siblings scolded, especially when you couldn’t defend them. You felt helpless, just watching as your parents scolded him for his insolence. They were loving and understanding, but on the rare occasions that you or your siblings messed up, they could make your blood run cold with just one look.

Tsireya strolled in, face beaming. “Father, mother! I have something to–” she broke off mid sentence, heart plummeting at the sight of her brother down on her knees, parents seething with anger practically radiating off of them. Your father exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes. “Y/n, get your sister out of here. We will deal with Ao’nung on our own.”

Your brother's eyes flickered upwards, meeting yours. His teal eyes flashed with fear, begging you to not go as you stood up. You gave him an apologetic look, this was out of your hands. You walked, steps heavy with a potent mixture of guilt and regret, towards your sister, gesturing to her to follow you outside.

You both walked away from the marui, and you explained what happened to Tsireya, her ears straightening down in horror as she heard about the fight. “But how could he do such a thing! I knew he didn’t like them but I didn’t think it was to this extent!” she gasped, worry lines appearing on her forehead.

“I’m not sure what got into him. But I feel partially responsible. If I had just stopped the fight sooner, none of this would have just happened.” you sighed, feeling horrible for something that yet again was your fault. It seemed to you that you were just messing everything up nowadays. “That’s nonsense. You are not responsible for his actions.” she reassured you, pressing her lips together.

“But I was there, ‘Reya. I could have stopped all of this.” you wrung your hands together, mumbling. She didn’t respond for a while, and you knew it was because she couldn’t say anything to make you feel better. “How about we go for a swim? It’ll take our minds off things.” she offered, taking your hand into hers.

You didn’t really feel like it, but her eyes glimmered with hope. She was trying her best and that was all that mattered to you. “Sure.” you smiled. “I’ll race you!” you yelled, sprinting past her into the water. She lept after you. “That’s not fair!” she called out to you, and you laughed, your feet digging into the wet sand below you.

Swimming with Tsireya was therapeutic in a way. You both marveled at the beauty hidden underneath the ocean’s surface, harvesting some shells for your mother and twirling around nonsensically, the water flowing and carrying you both around.

Eclipse fell, and you both agreed it was time to return home, hoping that the atmosphere would not be as bad as it was previously. You trudged out of the water, laughing together. As you dried yourself off with your hands, wiping excess water off your body as she did, you remembered that she wanted to tell your parents something. “Reya?”

“Yes?” she responded, a bright smile on her face. Swimming certainly lifted up her mood. “What was it that you wanted to tell mother and father?” you asked, watching her movement carefully to see whether it was a touchy subject or not. “Oh,” she pursed her lips, looking at you. “It’s what I was thinking about this morning.”

You raised your nonexistent eyebrows, egging her to go on. She blinked, mustering up the words to say. “I…I think I like Lo’ak.” she smiled sheepishly, awaiting your reaction. Your jaw dropped. “Really?” “..yes…is there something wrong?” “nononono! I was just surprised, that’s all!” Your smile turned into a smirk.

“Ooooo my little sister’s got a little crushhh doesn’t she!” you teased, elbowing her side lightly. Her face turned bright purple, lowering her head to avoid your gaze. “I was frustrated this morning because I thought that our parents wouldn’t be accepting. But, it’s what I feel. And if they can’t accept it then so be it.” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“What?” a male voice said from behind you. You both whirled around, looking at Ao’nung looking at you both with accusing eyes. “Ao’nung!” Tsireya smiled, seeing her brother. “How was–” “Shut up!” he barked, nostrils flaring. She backed up, surprised. Her brother had never said anything like that to her, ever.

You bared your teeth, angered. “What’s gotten into yo–” “You too! I can’t believe you both are betraying me!” he hissed, marching towards the both of you, strides purposeful and daring either of you to say anything to him. “What?” you asked in disbelief. Betraying him? What the hell was this all about?

“You both are seriously falling in love with those stupid forest people? What’s up with that!” his voice rose with each passing word, words barely concealing the rage that simmered just beneath the surface. “What are you talking abou–” he interrupted you again, “Don’t act dumb! I’ve seen the way you look at that skxawng, Neteyam. I’ve seen how he sneaks glances at you during training!” he stabbed his finger towards your chest, words piercing your heart.

“So what! What’s wrong with that?” Tsireya shouted at him, ears pressed to her head. “What’s wrong?” he growled, tears welling up in Tsireya’s eyes. “They are not one of us! They will never be one of us. Why are you betraying your family like this?” he hissed. “There is nothing wrong with liking them, Ao’nung! What on Pandora has gotten into you!” you pushed him back, infuriated at his ridiculous actions.

“So you’re on their side? Is that it?” his voice was low and menacing, threatening to tear apart your heart. You couldn’t recognise the desperate look in Ao’nung’s eyes, he looked at you as if he was fighting the world with nobody to help him. Tsireya hid behind you, wiping her tears and sniffing. You couldn’t answer him, simply looking at him eyes narrowed like he was manic.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “So there’s my answer.” he pushed past you, storming away. You stood speechless, patting Tsireya’s back as she cried into your torso.

Ok jesus 😭 you would not believe how happy I am to finally be able to post this, it’s seriously been a while. I really wanted to write this reader with a really strong affinity with her family, which is why I tend to include a lot of ao’nung and tsireya moments with the reader. As alwayyssss, feedback and reblogs are appreciated greatly, and you may check my masterlist if you wish to see my other works! I do indeed remember saying that there would be tons of Neteyam headcanons in this part but i cancelled that cause i deemed it would be way too long (sorry omg)

I would also like to add that i am open for requestsss

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twsted-kinks · 8 months

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Ok hear me out! Idk why but I feel like Riddle has a collar kink or like sm with bdsm. He's literally always putting people in collars and GOD I wish it was me!

Can I get reader (w/ praise kink) /Riddle (who likes bdsm) I feel like it'd be really fun!

Also! Thank you for taking time out of your day (or night) to look at my horny thoughts! I appreciate it! Have a fabulous rest of your day!

>ageless and minors dni<

I usually see Riddle as submissive but the few times I can see him being dominant it's him role-playing and using his collars djsjdhd. I'm gonna include some other bdsm stuff I'm into mostly because I think spankings can be a reward as much as it can be a punishment but you never see it. So I'm gonna write it. Cause I like it.

Riddle x Reader/MC: Collared Rose (NSFW)

Established relationship, Dom Riddle Sub Reader, gender neutral reader (they/them), reader is Yuu

Content Warning: submissive reader/reader in subspace, spanking, praise, ambiguous oral sex, if I missed something let me know

The day is finally over. Two large exams, a mile run, putting out a fire started by Grim, all of it. Finally over. All Yuu wanted in this moment is to be with their boyfriend and just relax, no thinking. When Yuu enter their boyfriend's bedroom, Riddle greets them with a small smile that quickly turns into a worried expression when they flop onto his bed, not even bothering to take off their bag.

"Are you alright, my rose?" Riddle asks as he sets down his book.

"Yeah, just tired." Yuu grumbles into the bed sheets and then flips over. "Had a lot of big things today, but hey, I got it done. Thanks again for helpingme study. I don't think I got a 100, but I think I did decent enough to not bring my current grades down in those classes."

"And you should feel proud of that. For someone who knew nothing about this world earlier this year, you've made a lot of progress." Riddle stands, walks over to Yuu, and sits on the bed next to them.

Yuu sits up and leans against Riddle, resting their head on his shoulder. "I've been good today, right?"

"Yes." Riddle kisses the top of their hair. "You've done well."

"Can I... Can I get a reward?"

Riddle smiles. "Yes, you may. You've been very good, so you can choose. What would you like, my love?"

Yuu mumbles into his shoulder.

"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you."

"I want the collar and riding crop."

"Alright, you go ahead and get undressed while I get the crop." Riddle kisses Yuu's head again before getting up.

Yuu quickly undresses, folding all of their clothes and setting them to the side, and crawls onto Riddle's bed. They sit on their knees and wait. After some time, Riddle walks back, crop in hand, and stands in front of Yuu.

"We'll be using the light system for safe words. Do you remember what each color means?" Riddle asks.

Yuu answers readily. "Green means all good. Yellow means caution and we need to check in. Red means stop everything."

"Good." Riddle reaches out and cups Yuu's face. "Are you ready, my rose?"

"Yes, my queen. Please, I- I've been good. Will you please reward me?"

"Of course." Riddle leans down, lips gently meeting Yuu's. He pulls away and whispers, "Off with her head."

In a short flash, a cold metal collar hangs on Yuu's neck. They bite their lip, trying to soften their moan, as their thighs press together.

"You've been so good. A wonderful example." Riddle kisses Yuu again. "Lean over the bed. I'll give you your reward."

Yuu eagerly shifts, moving their hips off the side of the bed with their feet to the floor. Riddle moves off of the bed and pauses, admiring the view in front of him. He reaches down and caresses the flesh of Yuu's ass, squeezing the soft fat.

"You're so beautiful." Riddle steps back and slaps the crop into his hand, making Yuu jump a bit at the sound. Slowly, Riddle runs the edge of the riding crop up along Yuu's thigh. "Perfect in your own imperfection." Riddle pauses as the end of the crop near's Yuu's core. Yuu's thighs squeeze together.

"Open your legs. I want to see all of you, all of my beautiful rose." Riddle commands.

Yuu does as they're told and is rewarded with a hard smack across their ass. They moan as their knees buckle.

"Was that hard enough?" Riddle asks.

"Yes- Fuck yes." Yuu begins to pant. "Green. So fucking green."

"Alright then. Count each one for me."

Riddle spanks Yuu again and again with the crop. Each time they moan, they squirm, as they try to count each hit. Their ass gets redder and redder, more and marks being added.

"R-Riddle, please."

"Ah? What are you meant to call me."

"My Queen."

"Good." Riddle carasses Yuu's ass again. "Now tell me what you want, my rose."

"May I cum, My Queen?"

"Of course, my rose." Riddle kneels down. "Spread yourself for me." Yuu does as they're told, reaching behind them and revealing their core even more. Riddle sees their hold pulse in anticipation, his breath already making them moan. Riddle leans in and kisses their hole before running his tongue along it. He groans as he dips his tongue into Yuu as his hand moves to Yuu's clit/cock and slowly begins to stroke it.

"Fuck, Riddle- My Queen. Faster, please!" Yuu moans as they push their hips back. Riddle complies, quickening his tongue and hand, as Yuu's breathing becomes more and more ragged. Yuu is practically humping his face as their legs shake below them. Finally, with a loud moan, Yuu's hole squeezes around Riddle's tongue as their clit/cock pulses in his fingers. Their fluids drench the bedding below them.

"Such a beautiful rose." Riddle pulls his face away before giving Yuu's hole another kiss. "My beautiful rose."

#twst smut #answers #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #twst riddle smut #riddle x reader

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diamondwind99 · 2 years

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Seen some "Sanders Sides as Six the musical queens" posts floating around lately, so I thought I'd just put in my take :)

Logan/Aragon: This was actually the first association I thought of. Logan has always been standing by Thomas from the beginning, always been ready and willing to help however he can, bringing all of those scientific sources and other points of view, always trying to help Thomas logically solve his problem. And when he did, it was a fleeting moment of recognition before it was basically forgotten. And he did so no matter how many times Thomas and the other sides brushed him off, hit the skip button, yanked him offscreen with a cane… put up with all of their sh*t for years while Thomas was going around in circles with the other sides, until he eventually finally lost it. That's when he's adamant that he will not be replaced, he's one of the original sides, even if Thomas doesn't want him there, there is no getting rid of Logic.

I also wanna see him rap that one part of No Way.

Remus/Boleyn: Because obviously. Sorry not sorry about what he said, he's just trying to have some fun! He's here to cause chaos and loving every minute. Don't Lose Ur Head, it's just Remus doing his thing. They're even the same COLOR-

Patton/Seymour: I see this as Patton struggling with Janus's appearance meaning morality is a bit more complicated now that Thomas has grown. The "son" in the song could refer to Patton's feelings about the pressure of needing to be the final word on morality for Thomas, and needing to make the right decisions always. But despite the chaos that Janus's appearance and CLBG, SVS, and POF brought, Patton will always remain by Thomas's side through it. He'll struggle, bend, but never break. Also, the soft but strong aesthetic for Patton.

Janus/Cleves: Alright, this one was totally self-indulgent. The lyrics "you said that I tricked ya… cuz I didn't look like my profile picture" just seemed to fit right in with Janus impersonating Patton and Logan. I also felt like "I'm the Queen of the castle" is the kind of thing that might antagonize Roman, which could be funny. All of the sass in that song is just something I see Janus enjoying.

Roman/Howard: Roman is trying so hard to please everyone, the other sides, Thomas. He wants nothing more than to be the hero, to be needed, wanted, loved. And no matter how hard he tries, always changing course, trying to please Thomas, Patton, and Janus… he keeps getting slapped in the face. He keeps failing. And it's taking a toll on him. And now the rug has finally been fully pulled out from under him after POF, he has no idea what's going on, no one to turn to. His last hope is the relationship with Nico, but let's be real that's probably going to fail (because plot). And that's going to break Roman. But despite that he keeps trying, keeps giving ideas, keeps trying to impress Thomas and the other sides, trying to be a hero again. It's just that… he thought this time was different. And oh, how wrong he was.

Also, I like that both of the twins are "beheaded". If you've seen the musical and how Boleyn and Howard act together (especially Pauly and Macasaet), you'll get it lol.

Virgil/Parr: At first this just seemed like this was "well this i the only one left", but I think it fits. It sounds a lot like Virgil's complicated relationship with the "dark sides" and how he came to join the "light sides" and meet Thomas, and become a part of them. Virgil's trying to define himself as who he is, not just as a part of the light sides or dark sides. Just himself, not "one of six". Also… one of the only sides to have not as much drama around him. Gold star for Cathy Parr.

And what if Orange was the band :)

Anyway that's all thanks byeeee

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #janus sanders

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Taking Kinnporsche Notes

I'm re-watching the episodes in order to give my perspective on the colors. While doing so, I'm noticing things that I want to take note of that isn't lighting or color related. So I'm just going to put it here and update it through out the day. Update: It got too long so I'm going to have to make a new blog every time and just attach a link. There is just no way.

Something that I want to keep in the back of my mind, is just how easily Kinn leaves his body guards during the shoot out. He really gives off the impression that he has a strong self survival instinct. I mean yes, Big told him to go but Kinn didn't even hesitate.

Kinn saves Porsche from being shot and then grabs him to have them run together. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think this is instant love but I think this speaks to Kinn's either hidden self or his honor code. If it's honor code is it because he still owes Porsche? Or is it because Porsche doesn't work for him yet so therefor isn't expendable because he didn't agree to that.

When Porsche goes to take Kinn's watch he notices Kinn's ring. He pauses and there is a clear sense of recognition.

There is a point when they are at the bar and Kinn is telling him to come or the bar gets trashed. Porsche goes for a bottle. Not to drink but clearly a bar fight move (don't ask me how I know that) but then he re-thinks. He also knows he is going to get jumped but there is no fight other than to say oh! Okay he struggles a little but clearly he isn't trying. He originally thought Kinn was here for the watch but that's not it so he wants to know what Kinn wants.

Porsche's uncle says "calm down and talk to me nicely, I'm your uncle" @luckydragon10 pointed out that this is due to Porsche dropping honorific. Then Porsche says "That's exactly why I haven't crushed you" his uncle doesn't say anything else to this. To me this indicates it's a fact that they both recognize. I think Porsche down plays his abilities a lot but the uncle knows the truth.

Additional information given by @moerusai Huge shout out and thank you because it's really helpful information. "Porsche was using very rude pronouns with his uncle in that moment. (In any typical Asian household, he would get straight up slapped for speaking to his seniors like that 😬)" "But he dropped it and used honorifics again when he said "Leave." I totally missed this next one so I won't be surprised if others did too. "Porsche also uses the Rude™️ pronouns with Kinn, which triggers Big and "You can't talk to Boss Kinn like that."

Somehow Mafia Dad knows Porsche's abilities. He is setting up his son to have someone he can trust and rely on. He loves his son very much and plans on him taking over. He isn't going to hand him over to a fool.

One of the things that points to Porsche's skills in fighting. At least to me anyways, is him actively trying not hurt someone. When fighting Kinn's body guards, he is careful. He doesn't really attack fighting until Kinn and Kinn asked for it. Otherwise he puts a foot up but doesn't connect, he ducks, he shoves, and he pants. That's a lot harder to do than just making the decision to connect. It involves thinking while fighting as apposed to repetition.

Kinn's friends say that Porsche looks like just his type. Which we know isn't true in the books. I don't think there would be much choice in saying this though unless they went with a different actor cause Apo pretty. That's Kinn's type, pretty. You can't unpretty Apo. It's just not possible.

I think that when Kinn is dressing Porsche and he looks at him in the mirror and appears startled. It's because this is when he recognized his attraction to Porsche. Again not feelings, not love, but attraction.

Did anybody notice in the scene with the kid that Porsche did not beat him up. He ducked and dodged. He did not hurt the kid as so many people have implied.

I'm curious about the choking scene. Is it supposed to be coincidence that he knows exactly how to correctly choke and how long to hold it? BTS show that Apo taught Miles how to correctly choke. If you look he is choking from the sides versus pushing into the front part of the throat. Side choking not only keeps you from putting pressure on vulnerable areas but it also allows you to feel the pulse.

#kinnporsche #streaming kinnporsche on iqiyi #kinnporsche the series #kinnporshe #kinnporche the series #kinnporsche notes

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elysianslove · 3 years

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HI FOR THE DICK ANALYSIS CAN U START WITH JJK PLSS SJSJSJ btw i love your blog sm. thank you for making my day better <3

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HVSJSJD ABSOLUTELY YES I CAN also i love YOU so much mwah <3 and no it’s not taken!! it’s yours now <3

anyways let’s get into w the unrealistic dick analysissss <3 while writing this i deadass was like “so hm should i mention what their cum would taste like” i hate myself

could i have said more? yes. did i want to spare you guys and my dignity? yes.

JJK DICK ANALYSIS

starting off with our mc, itadori yuuji

fat cock. fat! cock! it’s around 6.5 inches, but god, there’s so much girth he needs to prep you for forever before you can take him. very veiny too, with a slight curve to the right, and the head flushes so pink when he’s fully hard. it’s just so thick and heavy and feels so good in your hand when you stroke him. inside of you?? holy shit. never used to shave, but once he got an s/o, he started to trim so that it’s tolerable. so kind of him <3 and he has the sexiest happy trail ever. literally so hot, especially when it peaks from his shirt. took him a while to learn how to use a cock as thick as his tbh, but it’s so big that even if he messily fucks into you he’ll leave you braindead. also need to point that yuuji cums like so much. an unbelievable amount. dick looks so good all wet and messy though mwah

fushiguro megumi

pretty fucking dick. it’s so pretty. so pretty. bit on the longer side, at around 6.9 inches <333 but it’s a skinny dick. hits all the right spots though. it’s so pretty y’all. pale all along and a dark pink tip, not very veiny, but curves a little to the left. the tip is generally sensitive, but he’s just extra sensitive. like the moment he slips inside of you and your walls tighten around his tip he’s ready to bust. loves it when you suck on it then blow and it’s all cold, he just full on shivers it’s beautiful. clean shaven, always. before, with, and after an s/o. he just feels so much cleaner and put together, and becomes he adores deep throating, he doesn’t wanna inconvenience his s/o like that. get you a thoughtful guy like megumi <3

gojō satoru

i hate this man. he’s like a 7.2 inches and acts like he’s 10 inches. but to be fair, he really does know how to use it. it’s a little tanner than the rest of his body, which is suspicious. do you tan your dick gojō? knowing him he probably does. golden, light pink head, and doesn’t curve at all. just like slaps straight up against his stomach. clean shaven, but he does it to like??? prove a point??? it’s pretty, i’ll admit, has some girth to it too. relatively veiny as well, but nothing that stands out too much. oozes out so much precum when he’s aroused, like ok damn??? but trust, he’ll really know how to make you feel good. also, need to add that gojō definitely flexes his dick at you just cause he can. like makes it bob up and down and twitch. hate him.

ryomen sukuna

okay so i know he technically shares a body with yuuji but for the sake of this analysis. he is— my god, i. good luck like, not dying. 15 inches 8.5 inches? give or take :) so fucking thick, and is a darkish, fair color all along his dick, and is a dark, dark pink/mauve at the head. so fucking veiny, like you can feel it when he’s inside of you. doesn’t shave lol. to be fair, he doesn’t want you to shave either, but like he won’t stop you if you do. don’t expect him to though. makes you deep throat him and pushes your head down and all, the audacity. cums so much it’s scary. if cum inflation was legit it’d be sukuna’s main thing.

nanami kentō

big, fat, long. all of it. bigger than gojō’s. he’s like a 7.6 inches and god does he put every single inch to use. tip flushes an angry red when he’s properly horny. the way he fucks you feel him in your guts, for real. it’s just so fat, and it fills you up so deep. perfect dick. not clean shaven, but it’s not unnecessarily messy either. he likes making you cream around him and marveling at that ring of cum around his cock. and speaking of, he cums so much, and it’s so thick too. anyways. can’t fuck nanami kentō and not cry because of how overwhelmed you are. thank you, moving on.

getō suguru

AH. GOD. monster cock. it’s like 8 inches pls. doesn’t he look like an 8 inches. tell me he doesn’t. is that even realistic. who cares? he’s 8 inches. it’s longer than it is thick, though, but trust, you’ll feel him in your guts. flushed, dark, pink head, relatively pale all throughout, and curves a little to the right. never preps you because he’s an asshole i guess? also never shaves, sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, trims, and has a lovely happy trail leading down. dick looks gorgeous when it’s all wet and glossy <333

inumaki toge

another insanely pretty dick. like the moment you tug his pants down you just gasp ‘cause wtf it’s gorgeous? very pale, light pink and flushed head, always oozing precum. not veiny at all, and curves to the right. he’s not longer than he is thicker, neither is he thicker than he is longer. justttt right, at 6.4 inches. knows how to use it. angles it perfectly when he’s fucking you. also clean shaven! absolutely! it’s the least he could do, you know. incredible orgasm control to the point that his dick’s always teetering on a purpling head, all for you though <3

fushiguro toji

another monster cock. like around 7.7/7.8 inches, relatively thick, and another one who’s tip gets a dark red when he’s hard. likes to get himself ready for you by deep throating you and coating his dick with your spit. honestly, in his defense, his dick does look gorgeous like that. not too veiny. there’s one or two that are prominent, maybe. not clean shaven. maybe if you like bully him into doing it something he might. threaten him with no sex! his dick is so hefty and heavy though, like it’s just thangin’ when he’s in sweats. i just know he goes commando. ugh, dilf <3

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori smut #megumi x reader smut #gojo smut #sukuna smut #nanami smut #geto smut #inumaki smut #toji smut

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outerbankies · 3 years

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new light part 4: underneath the moonlight — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: you and rafe meet the parents (properly) and go to midsummers together, but not everyone is as smitten with your relationship as you two are.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: say hello to a few characters (tw: ward) i have had yet to feature thus far 🤗 more of y/n being besties with kelce (and topper this time—our fave obx himbo) there’s a lil drama in this part y’all... into the thick of it. thanks for all the feedback 💖not canon rafe

my writing

yeah if you give me just one night, to meet you underneath the moonlight

You’re startled awake by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You’re squished between 6 feet and 3 inches worth of boy and the pink wall your bed is pushed up against. Rafe always insisted on laying on your outer side, closest to the door of your bedroom. Which means you often woke up pressed into the wall, your neck sometimes aching from the awkward angle. Not to mention Wilbur always taking up the space at your feet, Rafe usually nudging him into your space so he could stretch out.

Rafe stirs also, making sleepy noises and stretching his legs where they hang off the end of your bed. He grumbles and smacks his lips together a few times, your hand instinctively coming to rub along his jaw. His eyes flutter open as the sun streams in through your window, illuminating the hint of golden stubble on his chin. You’d only slept over together a few times, since you were both staying with your parents for the summer, so it’s always nice to wake up with your boy in your bed.

Oh fuck. Your boy is in your bed.

Rafe's eyes widen at the same time as yours.

“Oh shit, we fell asleep?” he whispers, head whipping around your room.

“Fuck, you have to hide right now,” you whisper, stumbling through your thoughts sleepily.

Another knock sounds from the door.

You extract yourself from your spot between Rafe and the wall, his hands guiding you by your hips as you tumble over him.

“Just, fuck, just like—get under the covers or something. God, I hope it’s not my dad,” you whisper.

“Me too,” he says, slinking into the gap between your bed and the wall as best he can, covering his face with a pillow.

You check that he’s concealed enough, turning to open the door just the slightest bit. Dylan stands in the crack.

“We have brunch at the Club in an hour, mom wanted me to ask if you invited Rafe,” he peers around you, gaze moving to behind your shoulder. “Or I could just ask him myself. Sup, Rafe?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dyl,” you whisper-shout. “Where are mom and dad? Can he sneak out the back? And don’t lie to me, or I’ll tell them about Hilton Head.”

“God, calm down. Dad’s in the garage and mom’s getting ready. Just have him go now.”

“Thanks,” you say, all but slamming the door in his face. You turn around and press your back against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

The covers rustle, and Rafe springs out of your bed to gather his things while Wilbur watches him. He always starts pouting when he notices that Rafe is putting on his hat or shoes, signs that he’s about to leave.

“We are so dead.”

“You don’t think he’ll say anything, do you? I don’t think I can sit at brunch with your dad in an hour if he knows I slept in your bed last night.”

“Not if he’s smart,” you sigh. “Want me to walk you out?”

“No, I got it. Just keep Willy in here. I’ll text you when I make it out alive. If you don’t hear from me, just assume your father murdered me,” he jokes, leaning down to give you a kiss after he slips his shoes on. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Yes, please be early. And clean shaven.”

“Yes ma’am. And don’t insult me,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Nervous?”

“Not nearly as nervous as I will be if I get caught, sweetheart. Gotta go so I have time to shower—and shave. See you in a bit.”

He gives you one last kiss before he departs, and you move to the window with Wilbur to watch him slink across the backyard, arms crossed and a fond grin on your face. He turns and blows you one last kiss before he disappears around the side of your house.

—

“Y/n, can I speak to you for a second?”

Your dad’s voice comes from his study as you pass by, checking yourself over in the entryway mirror one more time. Rafe should be here any minute.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Come sit,” he says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. You feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck. Your dad only invited you to talk in his study if it was something serious. The last time he did was when he told you he was going to take away your Range Rover if you didn’t pull your Bs up to As your freshman year of college. You’ve had a 4.0 ever since.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Just wanted to talk about the new boyfriend.”

“What about him?”

“I always knew of him while the two of you were growing up. But I talked to him a bit back during Dylan’s grad week.”

As an unruly teenager and the rightful heir to his father's business, everyone in the Outer Banks knew about Rafe and his antics. Good or bad. You could even recall your mom gossiping to your dad, words passed on from Rose, about some of his more... notable incidences.

“Y-yeah, he's...” you trail off, searching for the right words to describe Rafe these days.

“Seems like a good kid,” your dad supplies.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Business, mostly. His future and whatnot.”

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, I just wonder... are you sure about this one? When you were kids, that boy was always causing trouble. And you know your mother and I were always so proud of how you stayed in line.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But Rafe’s not a boy anymore. Just give him a chance.”

“I will,” your dad says, slapping his knees to stand up. “But I'm also gonna give him a hard time.”

“Dad, please.”

“It’s my job. Your mom gets to freak out about Dylan moving out, and I get to handle scaring every man who gets to look at you.”

The doorbell rings.

“Please. I am literally begging.”

Your dad draws a fake halo around his head, and you just roll your eyes.

The morning gets off to an even more embarrassing start as soon as Rafe crosses the threshold into your house. Wilbur jumps into his arms immediately, all ninety pounds of him, and your mom’s eyes widen.

“My goodness, he’s usually so hesitant around strangers!”

Dylan chokes on a laugh, and if you weren’t across the room you’d have elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, I’ve walked Wilbur by Tanneyhill before.”

“Yeah, I-I love Willy. Mrs. Y/l/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” Rafe says, effortlessly following your lead after Wilbur scampers out of his hold. He shakes your mom’s hand politely. Your dad sidles up to her then, fixing Rafe with a stare harder than you’d prefer. “Mr. Y/l/n, you as well. Thanks again, to both of you, for inviting me.”

“Good to see you, Rafe,” your dad says, a strong hand clamping onto his shoulder. “Dylan, come say hi.”

Dylan’s grin is devilish, and you're just watching on in pure horror at this point. “How have you been, Rafe? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

—

Rafe’s grinning ear to ear, hand firm on your thigh, all of the windows in his truck rolled down. He even popped the sun roof, letting you blast your playlist all the way down the road.

“Okay—I just... did that go well?”

“You did great, Rafe.”

Despite Dylan's best efforts to embarrass you two, brunch had gone really well. Your dad took a second to let his guard down, unlike your mother who was immediately gushing over him. You could practically see the wheels in her head turning, the wedding colors she'd picked for you. And your dad came around quick enough once Rafe brought up Formula 1.

Your boyfriend looks so relieved, hand even coming to feel the air pass through his fingers as he hangs his arm out the window, hand on your thigh coming back up to steady the wheel. He taps on it excitedly.

“Lowkey, feel like I nailed it, baby.”

“Okay,” you giggle, leaning over to peck his check. You pull him in with a soft hand to the other side of his face. “Let’s not get too big for our britches.”

“Oh, I’m a parent-meeting expert now. Might go into consulting.”

“You’ve perfected the sport?” you joke.

“No, no. That’s—I’ve never actually met parents before,” he admits.

“No way?”

“Way? Have you?” he asks, slight edge seeping into his tone as he pulls up to the stoplight outside of your favorite coffee spot.

“Uh... once. We weren’t even really dating yet, but they came to visit and he like, ambushed me with them at dinner. They were kinda hippies, though.”

“Yeah?” His tone is clipped as he parks his truck.

“Yeah, some guy from my comparative literature class sophomore year,” you sigh. “But, you’re the first to meet my parents.”

“Mm,” he hums, fingers tapping on your knee. That satisfies him. He gathers one of your hands in his. “You coming in?”

“Will you just get me a latte? Kinda wanna call my mom and debrief.”

He laughs, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll give you a minute, sweetheart. Oat milk?”

—

Your original plans to meet the Camerons fell through, a last minute staging emergency arising when you were all supposed to go for dinner. You’d tried not to look down while Rafe attempted in earnest to cheer you up, telling you how pretty you looked while you took out your earrings and let your hair down. He'd kissed the crown of your hair and apologized profusely, promising they would love you when they finally got to meet you.

“M’not upset.”

“Okay.” His hand stroked your back through the thick cotton of one of his old water polo sweatshirts he’d let you borrow for the night.

“I’m just really nervous about meeting them. You might’ve set the bar a little too high with my parents.”

“You just have a great family.”

“I don’t know,” you said when you finally cracked a smile. “Made it pretty far on your first try.”

“Don’t worry. They’re going to love you, sweetheart.”

You let him kiss your cheek, your forehead, your nose and chin.

“Hope so.”

“Know so.”

And Rafe had somehow convinced your father to let you go to Midsummers with his family, promising to join up for pictures and greetings later. Your dad had willingly let him, to your surprise.

The event was a big deal to Figure 8 patriarchs and matriarchs alike, always trying to outdo the other in every way, all while feigning some sense of island camaraderie. But when Rafe had set aside time at brunch to specifically ask your family for their permission to accompany you to the event, they’d been hard pressed to say no. Your family immediately accepted Rafe as your boyfriend, any lingering hesitations about his character drowned out by the equal chances of your personal happiness and the heightening of their social and business profiles.

But he’d still come to your house to pick you up, ready to greet your parents in the foyer once again.

He takes one look at you in that blush pink dress, hair, makeup and jewelry all done up this time around, daisy flower crown in place, and flicks his eyes around his surroundings. Your father and Dylan were nowhere in sight, and your mother was busy fixing her earrings in the hall. He takes to your side immediately, a kiss to the side of your head followed by his lips pressing against your ear. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

With the high from those words, you ride in his truck to Midsummers, nerves never dissipating no matter how many reassurances he speaks across the summer air streaming in through the vehicle. “Remember, they’re gonna love you.”

He helps you down from his truck so you can focus on keeping your dress off the ground, assuring you for the fiftieth time that Rose is going to like your headpiece.

“Miss Y/l/n, how lovely to see you again you at last,” Ward sighs, sounding somewhat fond. “Rafe’s been talking my ear off about this, meeting you again even though we’ve already met. Sorry we couldn’t make it work earlier.”

“No worries, Mr. Cameron. Thank you so much for inviting me to tag along with your family at Midsummers. You as well, Mrs. Cameron. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! And of course,” Rose says, bringing you in for a hug, one you definitely were not expecting.“You’re out in California, aren’t you?”

“Yes, home for the summer.”

“That’s a long way from here,” Ward says. His eyes flicker to Rafe. “Long way from Georgia. Shorter, but still a long way.”

“Dad, c’mon,” Rafe cuts in, and you can feel his hand gripping the back of your dress:

“He’s just stating the obvious, Rafe,” Rose intervenes.

“Yeah, it is far,” you agree. Rafe’s head whips around back to you.

“We’re figuring it out,” he says. To anyone else in the vicinity, he probably sounds confident and self assured. But you know Rafe, and you can look into his eyes and see that he’s not. That if he weren’t in front of his entire family, trying earnestly to impress his father, he’d have said: ‘we’re gonna figure it out, right?’

“I’m sure things will work out the way they’re meant to,” Ward says after a lapse in conversation. “One way or another.”

“Let’s get some photos so we can all enter and the two of you can run off,” Rose says immediately after, giving neither of you the time to say anything else.

You do your best to shake off Ward’s comment as the four of you join up with the Cameron daughters, plus Sarah’s boyfriend, John B. After posing for what felt like hours, the photographer asks you and John B to hop out so they can take some family pictures, the two of you swiping up a couple of Old Fashioneds from the bar. You have to assure Rafe twice that you’ll be okay for ten minutes on your own.

“First time meeting Ward?” Sarah’s boyfriend asks, leaned up against the bar like he owns the place.

“Er—of course not,” you say, like it’s obvious. But of course John B knew nothing about Figure 8 social circles. “Just the first time as Rafe’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you look nervous,” he admits, chuckling when your mouth drops open. “It’s not too obvious, I just know because—been in your shoes.”

You should be insulted that the teenager compares his and Sarah’s relationship with yours and Rafe’s, but you know he isn’t being malicious. You see nothing but kindness in his eyes. And it’s nice to have somewhat of a teammate in this situation, the two of you standing by while one of the most powerful families in Kildare poses together in their finest outfits.

Rafe looks hot in his grey suit, especially with the pocket square he’d agonized over for weeks before you gifted him one that was hand sewn from the extra material where your dress had been hemmed. Monogrammed, of course.

You’d decided to go with his initials, since it was going to him after all. But your stomach gets fluttery if you think about the expression on his face when he’d received it, telling you that you should’ve put yours on it instead. “That way everyone will know I’m yours.”

Turning back to John B, you can’t imagine how he must have felt the first time he was invited into all of this. It intimidated even you, and you’re pretty sure John B was friends with the boy who delivered your family’s groceries every week.

“Any tips?”

“You’re way better off than I was, first of all,” he laughs. “But he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one. He cares too much about this appearance of a perfect family to make digs in front of an audience.”

You nod. “That’s actually really good advice, John B.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, kook.” He clinks his glass against yours, promptly throwing the entire drink back as you watch and laugh. “That’s another tip. Drink whenever you can.”

“I’m familiar with that one.”

It's intimidating entering the event, a little after everyone else has arrived. Rafe told you that was by design—the Camerons could never be earlier than fashionably late. You always assumed you and Rafe were raised with similar pedigrees, but you're barely through the doors of the event before you realize that's not entirely true. Up until the last millisecond, Rose is fussing with Sarah and Wheezie's gowns, the older daughter making eye contact with you and rolling her eyes at her step-mother's antics. And Ward brushes Rafe's shoulders off more times than you can count, straightening his bow tie for him repeatedly. Rafe just places his hand on your back, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You ready?”

You smile up at him, but your nerves are firmly settled in at this point. What you reply isn’t completely true. “Of course.”

—

You take John B’s advice, of course, and choose Kelce as your designated drinking buddy for the night. He was hard to keep up with, but you threw your inhibitions to the wind after you got meeting the Camerons out of the way. Plus, Rafe had more business to attend to than he’d let on, and you were getting pretty bored. Not too long ago he would’ve been right beside the rest of you, causing trouble and borderline embarrassing all of your parents. It was weird to see him walking around, shaking hands and rubbing elbows. He’d invited you into a few conversations, you trying your hardest not to simply watch him in awe.

You’re engaged in some strange dance battle with Kelce when he stacks his drink into yours, both empties at this point. “Your turn to get a round.”

“Boo,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “What d’you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“Aye aye.”

You’re turning on a shaky high heel, and you have to give yourself a little mental pep talk to straighten up. Of course you can, though.

“What can I get you, miss?” the barkeep asks.

“Vodka press, Tito’s, and a Jack and coke. Double Jack. Actually—single. Thanks,” you murmur, trying to fish a ten out of your clutch.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the tip for this one,” a voice says next to you. Ward Cameron is sidling up next to you, sliding a fifty across the counter. Your eyes widen at the tip, trying not to be embarrassed as the bartender sets the drinks down in front of you.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Cameron.”

“Ah, call me Ward.” He flicks his eyes back to the bartender, who quickly pockets the tip and makes himself scarce to give the two of you some privacy. You can’t help but think of John B’s warning: ‘he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one.’ There’s no point in even trying seek out Rafe, you knowing full well you’re expected to stay rooted to the spot until Ward dismisses you. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s always fun to come back out here for this.”

“So, California to Georgia,” he whistles. “That’s probably a five hour flight, at least.”

“Yeah, um,” you take a minute to make sure your flower crown is perfectly in place. “It’s actually two.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two flights. From his school to mine. Rafe checked, he said there’s nothing direct,” you clarify.

Ward let’s out an indifferent chuckle. “Of course he did.”

Your eyebrow furrows because you don’t know what to say, turning to look at where your drinks are starting to melt. Kelce would be wondering where you are by now if he wasn’t three sheets to the wind. And where the hell was Rafe?

“Y/n, as far as I can tell, you are a nice girl. I just need to make sure we’re on the same page about one thing.”

Your heartbeat that hadn’t really settled since Ward approached you is picking up again, and you really wish Rafe had been the least bit more concerned about where you were at this moment.

“Um, I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“I'm don’t know how serious you two are, Y/n, but I know my son. He's clearly very invested in pursuing you.”

Your resolve crumbles a little at that, your heart warming, thinking about Ward noticing something like that.

“But Rafe needs to be committed to finishing this degree so he can come home and start learning the ropes next year. And in four years, Sarah will do the same. Then Louisa after her.”

“Wow, that’s so lucky for you—that they all want to go into the family business,” you praise, not really knowing what else to say. It must be the wrong thing, because Ward just quirks an eyebrow.

“In this family, our business will always come first. Before anything and anyone else. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

You swallow, catching on to where this is going for the first time. You still go for playing dumb.

“Ward, I really don't think I understand.”

“But you do, don't you? You know Rafe. He’s a bit emotional, he’s a ‘feeler,’” Ward says sarcastically, putting it in air quotes. All of the niceties you experienced earlier when you first greeted Rafe’s family were long gone. You can only gather that it was all an act for Rafe’s benefit. But you know the only option is to sit there and take it. “He thinks with his heart, never enough with his head. Sarah, for example—when it’s time for her to cut that pogue lose, which it will be soon enough, I know she will. Whether it’s my decision or her’s. I can count on that, because she’s just like me in that respect; she knows we have to make sacrifices. But Rafe—I don’t think I can make that same assumption about him.”

“Ward, with all due respect, Rafe is really focused on the business.”

“You're correct, and I’ve worked hard to get him there. Which is why I can't have him spending his senior year of college, when he should be buckled down, traveling back and forth from California and getting distracted from his future by some girl.”

“Mr. Cameron, I would never—”

“You know that it’s true. I can tell you’re bright. You come from a great family.” It’s a compliment and an insult all at once. He likes you because of your father’s business and your mother’s social status, not because of what you do for Rafe, or what you have to show for yourself. He continues like it was nothing but the highest praise. “But right now, you are across the country from him, and I can bet he’s determined to make that work, no matter what it takes. Which I obviously can’t have,” Ward sighs. “It’s just not the right time. You can understand that, can't you?”

You nod numbly and pick up your drinks, hoping he’ll get the signal to wrap this up soon. You’re at the point where you can’t listen to this anymore, liquid courage re-flooding your veins.

“I’m not asking you to stay away from him, because you’re both adults,” Ward says, stopping you with a hand on your shoulder. “But I’m asking you to think long and hard about what’s best for the both of you. Rafe already knows what’s expected of him. He’s always known.”

You look back towards the crowd under the gazebo, able to make out John B of all people. He sees you talking to Ward, shooting you the most subtle thumbs up he can muster. He has no idea. You don’t take the chance to nod at him, turning back to the bar.

“Say the two of you let it go for the school year,” Ward bulldozes, taking a step closer to you. “And you end up back here too, great. But even then Rafe’s going to be working all the time, the longest hours he ever will in his life. For the next few years, Y/n. You’re so young—are you really going to tie yourself down to a commitment like that? What about your future?”

In a tone you hope comes across as confident, you say, “I really appreciate your concern, Ward.”

Ward's perfectly white teeth are pulling into an even more perfect grin, and the sight makes you sick.

“Great. I'm glad we had this talk.” He pats you on the back, leaving first before you get the chance to.

You just shuffle through the crowd numbly, not even reacting when someone steps on your toe, taking it all in stride as you seek the comfort of your friends once again.

You were foolish to think Ward would warm up to you immediately, or at all. You had been way too confident in yourself, especially after witnessing the wear working for his father had on Rafe. ‘He’s not an easy man to please.’ How could you be so naive, thinking you could coast by on your charm?

You’re a few feet away when you notice that Topper had joined up with Kelce again, as had your boyfriend. He’s joking with them, amused at the way Topper is clearly almost done tolerating Kelce’s drunken antics, but you stand and watch for a bit as he scans the crowd, gaze flickering toward the bar you’d just been at. You realize he’s looking for you when he finally spots you, his face relaxing as the two of you make eye contact.

“There you are.” He pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. You want to cry. “Where’d you run off to? One of those for me?”

He’s gesturing to the drinks you’re holding, reaching for the darker of the two. But Kelce is swooping in, snatching it out of your hold quickly. “Nope,” he pops the ‘p.’ “This one’s all mine. Sorry Cameron. Thanks Y/n/n.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes at the two of you, eyes lingering on your face when he notices your fallen expression. He sets your other drink down on the high top table you’re all standing next to, pulling you in by your hips. “You okay?”

If you had a choice right now, about how to proceed with telling or not telling Rafe about what had just happened, your instincts compel you to bypass the decision process altogether; you paint a careful smile on your face, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, all good. Just zoned out for a sec.”

He isn’t convinced. “Tired?”

“Maybe a little. Kinda drunk. Are we leaving soon?” you ask, melting into him. It’s a lot easier to handle his tone of voice when you don’t have to look him directly in the eye.

“I vote yes,” Topper says, gesturing towards Kelce, who is somehow sucking down his new drink at an alarming pace while continuing to dance to the oldies tunes they play at these things. “Like, right now. Rafe, you’re hanging back right?”

You look back up at your boyfriend in confusion. “You’re not coming with us?”

He bite his lip in contemplation, looking around the party. The twinkly lights reflect off of his pupils, making him look starry-eyed as he surveys the crowd. A sea of opportunities to prove himself to his father. Rafe looks resolved when he turns back to you.

“Well... I was gonna stay, wrap up some stuff,” he explains. His eyes flicker across your face, still not pleased with your expression. “But that’s okay, I’m good to go now.”

“No, Rafe,” you say immediately. You take a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders and painting on a smile that comes easily with years of experience at parties like this. “Stay, I’ll go ahead. How long will you be?”

“An hour, tops. Will you take her?” Rafe looks hesitant, still taking your green light anyway, already slowly extracting himself from your hold, Topper rolling his eyes but nodding and beginning to corral Kelce toward the exit.

“I can’t believe you’re making me babysit two of them.”

“Don’t let her drink too much.”

“Hey,” you protest, pushing him in his chest half heartedly. The push barely does anything, only proving your impaired motor skills further. Or that you're dating a tree. “What are you, a cop?”

“I’m your boyfriend, actually.”

“Really? When did that happen?” you decide to play along, picking up your drink again.

“‘Bout a month ago, Y/l/n,” he says softly. He can see right through you, can tell you're putting on a show for all of your friends but you're still not okay. You have to break eye contact.

“Hmm, for some reason I thought you were just this guy from middle school.”

“At least this time nobody spilled on your dress,” he teases half-heartedly, and the memory only hurts you more. “Not sure I’d wanna sacrifice this one.”

“Can you—you guys are the worst. Focus. We need to go now, before Kelce gets his entire family blacklisted from the club. You coming or not, Y/n/n?” Topper begs.

You’re nodding, leaning up to give Rafe one last kiss before you leave. He holds you close to him with a firm hand on your back, voice dropping to a whisper right next to your ear. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

The lump in your throat is growing, but you push through, lowering yourself back down to your feet as soon as you can. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Focus on the rest of your night.”

Rafe still looks unsure, his hand resting on the nape of your neck as he kisses your forehead. “Y/n—”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you finally admit. Rafe nods curtly, can tell you’re not going to let him leave with you right now. But he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know that if you pull him away from his responsibilities right after that talk you had with Ward, it’s going to spell disaster for the two of you.

“Just some business stuff, alright?” he assures you. “I’ll see you soon. Forty-five minutes.”

“Promise?” you murmur, fiddling with his pocket square. He smiles down at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Promise. You look so pretty. Half an hour. Now go.”

Topper’s guiding you towards the parking lot with a polite hand on your back, but you have to watch Rafe as you leave. You watch him approach his dad, who gives him a smile and a pat on the back. Rafe preens under his gaze.

But Ward must have been watching you two from afar because his gaze is flickering back to you, and he fixes you with a hard stare. He raises his eyebrows, bringing his drink to his lips. Taking a leisurely sip, hint of a smirk on his face. You can practically hear his thoughts: ‘Rafe chose to stay here with me, with the business, and sent you off with his friends.’ It’s everything in you to not let the tears that have been building on your waterline spill over. But your friend isn’t easily fooled.

“Y’alright, Y/n?” Topper says from beside you, trusting Kelce enough to walk on his own as you all near the parking lot. He moves to follow your gaze but you stop him, quickening your pace towards his gray Jeep. “Did something happen?”

“Ward Cameron happened.”

———

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hello could i request random funny bllk hcs pls ... i luv ur writing n i hope ur having a good day or night <33

WE TOGETHER!

SYNOPSIS: random headcanons i have ab blue lock

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, rin, sae, reo, raichi, imamura, niko, shidou, igaguri, nanase, kunigami, yukimiya, tabito

WARNINGS: swearing but that's it

A/N: thank you for the kind words anon MWAH <3 sorry this took so long to write GAH but it was really fun to write tysm for the request :3 also i have no reasoning for almost any of these other than thats the vibe i get 😭😭

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ISAGI YOICHI:

literally only owns socks meant for playing sports and nothing else. he could literally be getting married and underneath his 3 piece suit are long black nike socks from the ninth grade 😐

strikes me as the type to not like skipping class because he doesn't wanna get in trouble but he tries to play it off as him just thinking it's stupid so people don't think he's lame 😭

whenever he plays uno with his friends, isagi’s the one that they choose to gang up on and gets hit him with all the +4 cards

isagi always ends up with like 50 cards at the end of the game DNDIORNRFJD

heavy sigh ... his favorite anime girls are zero two and mai. this physically pained me to write, someone please show this man a good shoujo/romance anime

his instagram bio is like actually a bio 😭 it's something like "Inchinan HS Forward #10 ⚽️" who cares isagi tell me a joke or something important like how tall you are 🙄

NAGI SEISHIRO

i seriously think that nagi’s terrified of big dogs LMAO

like nagi doesn’t mind chihuahuas or little weiner dogs or whatever but as soon as he sees something like a rottweiler or a pitbull, he’s crossing the street 💀

the funny thing is, he won't admit that he's scared either 😭😭 then why did we cross the street for no reason HUH NAGI 🎤⁉️

he plays league of legends and his set up comes with a light up keyboard, gamer chair, a dual screen monitor, and discord nitro. do what you want with this information.

if you ever play a song that nagi doesn’t know, but he ends up liking, he will never ever ask you for the name of the song 💀💀

he’ll shazam it, youtube it, google the lyrics, do everything except just ask what the song is called because nagi is not giving anyone the satisfaction of knowing they put him on 💀💀

BACHIRA MEGURU

wears athletic shorts and a hoodie in like 20° weather and claims to never be cold. please make him wear a jacket before he contracts some kind of winter related ailment

i feel like he loves candy lol but mom doesn’t let him have that much because the sugar rush he gets is absolutely insane

like bachira starts bouncing off the walls and starts to claim he can taste colors and smell sounds kinda sugar rush

when he does manage to stay up late, bachira is definitely the kid that whispers “pee pee” when everyone’s trying to go to bed at a sleepover

it definitely makes bachira die of laughter, but for everyone else trying to get some shut eye at 3am, not so much

i talked about this once before but i just know his fingers were always sticky when he was a baby 😭 there was always cheeto dust mixed with some other unknown substance on his hands

RAICHI JINGO

bye he’s one of goku’s boyfriends 😐

“can he beat goku?” “he’s not seeing goku🔥” “goku bodies your fav🐐” okay cool but why are you bringing that up in the comment section of a tiktok about oikawa tooru

oh brother, he takes gym way too seriously. if you’re ever on his team and aren’t athletic, just pack it up cause raichi will yell at you for not wanting to play soccer at 8am in 20° weather 😐 get him help!!!!!!!

idk if you guys know what this is but i seriously think he had yubo at a point in time 💀💀💀

also slaps the tops of door frames when he walks into rooms like we get it you're tall we don't care!!!!

omg no cause raichi loves to think he's hot shit but he's the type to stutter like crazy when he talks to a girl when he actually likes 💀

really into movies like fast and the furious. he can't even drive but raichi swears he could smoke anyone in a street race 😭

ITOSHI RIN

if you ever tell him he looks like he can’t swim, rin’s genuinely going to get mad 😭

“what the fuck does that even mean? i can fucking swim, i’ll show you.”

he literally makes you go to the pool with him and watch him do some kind of olympic swim routine just so he can prove himself 💀

rin doesn’t know how to whistle but sae does and it makes rin so mad whenever he remembers RNDKKRMTKRK

i talked about this once too but i feel like he and sae weren't allowed to watch spongebob as kids and that's why they’re like that

rin's an awfullllll texter. he's so dry and he often tends to reply hours later to the point where you just wanna give up on the conversation completely 😭

its like half because rin doesn’t really care lollll and half because hes just like not good at texting, rin’s just much better on facetime or talking on the phone

ITOSHI SAE

one of the best at flirting out of everyone in blue lock i will die on this hill

but sae almost never flirts with anyone because he's never interested in someone that much lolll. but if he really wanted to, sae could make anyone swoon in under a second, he just knows what to say

(that and sae he knows he's attractive which adds on to his charisma, so 😐)

he can do the one handed reverse thing when he drives where he has one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of your chair eieojfoej hes so fine

unlike his brother, sae’s actually a pretty good texter. he’s able to keep the conversation going with his dry humor and witty one liners :P

oh he definitely has a finsta idc. soccer star or or not he's still a teenager ik he has one. he has like 12 people on his finsta because his main instagram account has too many people on it and sae doesn't want anything about his life to be known to all those people😭

sae doesn't even post on his main unless it's for a sponsorship that he legally has to post for anyways so 💀

but anyways, his finsta is actually pretty entertaining lol. like, doesn't air out any of his business cause he's smarter than that but, sae's daily rants are funny to read and he's naturally entertaining tbh

MIKAGE REO

LOL i feel like he’s in key club or some shit because it’ll look good on his college transcript

i feel like he knows how to play piano or something like that because his parents forced it upon him but he’s actually decent tbh

reo smells really good all the time. money may not be able to buy happiness, but it sure as fuck can buy the nicest smelling cologne out there. he doesn’t go overboard with it, so it’s like just enough that you can smell it, but it doesn't suffocate you

i have also talked about this but reo’s instagram comments are full of the “this isnt the caption i picked” “best friend” “loser” comments from girls. proceed with caution y’all ...

i feel like he's the type to watch kdramas and stuff casually idk just a hunch. i feel like he liked something like itaewon class

CHIGIRI HYOUMA

huge piano kid energy from this one as well but i feel like chigiri’s like resentful about it like he hates it OMFOSSJDJDN which is a shame because he’s actually pretty good as well

i get the vibes like he’s rich not like reo rich but well off for sure tbh like he definitely owned sperrys and has been on a yacht at a point in time

this is just a gut feeling but i feel like chigiri’s really good at holding grudges. like both big and little ones 😭

legend has it chigiri still holding onto a grudge from the third grade when some kid accidentally broke his favorite crayon

i feel like chigiri's would actually get along pretty well with girls. speaking from experience, he just has a personality that girls tend to become friends with 😭 idk if this even makes sense HEUIDEJEN

that and girls like his hair, so :P

NIKO IKKI

i could talk about him all day hiiiii i love him

ok anyways- i actually think he gets really nervous when he gets romantic attention :’) he gets surprised bc he’s not used to it, so he gets shy and starts to trip over his words, and stuff like that <\3

with that being said, i read a hc like way long ago about niko being actually being rly sensitive, just good at hiding it until he gets overwhelmed, and i feel like that makes a lot of sense especially cause he’s an aquarius lol

i feel like he’s one of those kids that refuses to download tiktok because he thinks it’s stupid like ok fine whatever ceo of maturity 💔

or social media in general, he thinks most of it is stupid 😭 the only social media niko truly uses is instagram for his friends, significant other, and the soccer highlights accounts he follows 😭

biggg star wars fan for sure. like niko just has the personality of a boy who likes star wars 😭 but adding onto that , he's definitely into stuff like into aerospace and stem awww my little einstein bae

IMAMURA YUUDAI

lemme say it right now, he’s a “where’s my hug at?” “get to class loser” “i’m so ugly i’ll never get a girlfriend 🥺” kind of boy LMAO

his tiktok bio definitely says “downloaded this as a joke and now i’m addicted” and tries to get famous but he averages like 20 likes per post and it’s just sad to see

definitely one of those asian boys that gets a perm and then lies about it being his real hair as if everyone hasn’t already seen his natural straight hair for YEARS

big 88rising and jay park fan. yeah LMAO

always asking for gum. like always. go buy your own bro i don't even know you stop asking 😭

SHIDOU RYUSEI

please he’s the type to flirt with you by shutting your computer screen in class or taking your phone. he’s lucky he’s hot cause that’s so lame 😭

please he’s the type of person to playfully tease you for being prepared for school bye

“look who brought a poster board to school🤣” LIKE YEAH I HAD TO?;$&,&!;

i also feel like he's the kind of guy that's friends with a lot of girls idk like i can just see him getting along with girls really well, has a good sense of humor and always cracking jokes

i'm watching jjk as i'm writing this but i think ryusei would like jjk 👍 as he should. i think he'd just be a shounen fan all around tbh i see him liking stuff like bleach and knb

i feel like ryusei can also dress really well and that his lips are never chapped. good for him tbh

NARUHAYA ASAHI

if you make tiktoks during class i feel like he’s the type to join in and start dancing with you lollll he’s so cute please

you guys know that game, “heads up, seven up?” where your head was down and if you got picked you had to guess who picked you?

yeah i feel like naruhaya cheated when he played by at peeking at people's shoes 💀

i feel like he had a musical.ly phase and was actually kinda good at them too RNDKRMRN

he’s the “if the teacher isn’t here in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave 😁” kid

the type to have full meals in the back of class 😭 once he brought soup to class like how is that even possible

NANASE NIJIROU

most likely to accidentally join a pyramid scheme because he has no idea what those are (twins i still don’t know what those are either)

best wedding date you could possibly have because a) he’s adorable and adults love him b) he’s easy to talk to and c) he’s so fun plz like he’ll for sure pull you on the dance floor to start dancing, you’re gonna have the time of your life with him tbh

i feel like he’s that underclassmen that upperclassmen love to dote on, yk? like some third year definitely “adopted” nanase as their favorite first year or something and have inserted him into their friend group

i think he would enjoy going to places like theme parks or trampoline parks with his friends :]

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

early riser. he’s the type to like wake up at 6am on a saturday and get ready, have breakfast, go on a run, do some chores, read a book, and it's all before like noon jesus christ

he won't wake you up if you're the type to wake up in the afternoon, but kunigami is so like ??? at how can possibly sleep for so long 😭

if you ask him for the homework answers, he’s going to be like “i’ll help you with it :)” and although that’s very sweet, the whole reason you asked for the answers is because you didn't wanna do any work 😭😭

i feel like he’s a good cook awwwww and that he's well liked by teachers because of his honest attitude and the fact that he's generally easy to get along with

cat person but doesn’t mind dogs but he just overall prefers cats

YUKIMIYA KENYU

smooth talker idc idc, i know he has game!!!! and i feel like he’s like sae in the way they're both aware they’re good looking, but yuki’s more humble ab it 😭

his hair smells sooo nice and it’s probably well taken care of too

has an attractive laugh like idk LIKE IT'S JUST NICE TO HEAR and the way he laughs is just really attractive too

i can totally see yuki being good at and liking other sports, other than just soccer. i could see him being a basketball fan tbh

this one isn't technically about yukimiya but i just know tabito and eita have a lot to say about yuki's sports goggles 💀💀💀 they crack jokes about it all the time and sometimes nagi will join in, too

his close friends story on instagram goes crazy 😩 he's so naturally funny and he posts sm selfies on there, you guys are missing out 😩

TABITO KARASU

i feel like his notes look like literal shit and they’re understandable only to him but, tabito still has good grades

i feel like he and eita would do some stupid shit like switch names when there’s a sub in class like it makes any difference 💀💀 she doesn’t know either of you it literally does not matter

just the vibe i get from him but i think he's good at card games, stuff like poker and stuff idk (his kakegurui moment 😍)

his family got an air fryer and tabito hasn't looked back since. please take that thing away from him, he's making eggs in there 😐

IGARASHI GURIMU

he was one of those kids that when he was playing tag and when someone would tag him, igaguri would be like “i’m not playing anymore 😡” DUDE THAT'S THE POINT OF THE GAME?

100% cuts you in line at lunch, like really? all that for some remicrowaved pizza and milk? come on now igaguri 😕

he was a jake pauler. most definitely. unironically enjoyed “it’s everyday bro” and defended jake paul like his life depended on it😭😭

pretends to be your friend when you bring like cupcakes or smth for your birthday to school knowing damn well he’s never spoken to you a day in his life

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Kitten | Nanami x Reader

summary: Nanami smiles, manhandling you to flip you around. His gold plated name on your neck glistens under the red light. He parts your legs, watching as your cunt oozes out greedy amounts of slick.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: name calling (kitten, daddy), clit slapping, ass slapping, deep throating

a/n: here's a little gift to all my Nanami sinners out there lmao

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Nanami noticed that you've been ordering online too much already. Just this week he found eight average sized boxes from kittenbasics. Were you planning on getting a cat?

Today has been very tiring for him. Not only has he been stabbed on his side but he also came home to an empty apartment. You had sent him a message saying you were going out with some friends tonight.

Just as he was about to close the door behind him, something caught his eye. He turns to his side and sees three more brown boxes on the floor. Frowning, he picks them up, already knowing they're uour orders. He takes them to the kitchen counter, setting them on it as he grabs a quick glass of water for himself.

As he gulps the water down, his eyes doesn't look away from the packages, curiosity getting the best of him when he sets the empty glass down and walks towards the boxes.

What shit had you been buying online that it has you glued on your computer screen almost every night?

He reads the package's description, frowning when it doesn't explain the contents inside the box. Only your address, name and contact number. Did she buy this from somewhere illegal or something?

He takes a small fruit knife from one of the drawers, pushing the blade through the packaging tape and swiftly running it across the box, cutting the tape open. He proceeds to cut the redt of the sides, softly placing the knife on the counter when he's finished.

Long, slender fingers open the covers of the box and digging through the packing peanuts, looking for the item. Alas, the pads of his thumbs and index fingers touch a velvet-like box. Nanami takes it out, furrowing his brows when he reads the intricate cursive writing on the top of the box.

Kitten basics.

He opens the box slowly, careful as to not damage what was inside. The product his gaze sat on had his heart dropping to his stomach. On a silk-covered miniature pillow inside the box rests a pink collar with his name, Nanami, sculpted in uppercase letters in gold. He takes the collar out, his member already stirring in his pants as he runs his thumb across his name.

A smirk tickles at his lips as his eyes move towards the other two boxes. After opening them both, he finds that one box had cat ears and knee socks in it while the other had a butt plug in a form of a cat's tail.

You definitely knew Nanami likes cats. And you definitely knew he loved it when she begged for him.

You come home to a dark apartment. Guessing your husband hasn't come home yet, you kick off your shoes rather drunkenly, stumbling your way to the kitchen where you gulped down a glass of water. You turn off the lights after placing the glass on the sink.

You stumble your way to your shared bedroom, furrowing your brows when you see that your led lights have been turned on and your actual lights off. Your eyes scan at the items on the bed; cat ears, a cat's tail buttplug, and- your eyes widen at the sight of the special pink chocker with your husband's gold plated name on it.

You feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to his body as he breathes into your ear. "I was wondering what you've been buying online since I've been receiving many packages throughout the week." He runs his hand down your side, fingers teasing the hem of your short, black, bodycon dress.

"Care to explain what these are, kitten?" He whispers into your ear, fingers hooking under your dress, pulling it up to reveal the pink lacy thong you have on. "Leaving the house with such lewd underwear on? Were you planning on showing this to someone else?" He asks, pressing two fingers against your cunt. You press your thighs together as you shake your head, "No, daddy. All of you." You moan loudly, letting him push you on the bed.

"If you won't explain to me what these are..." Nanami picks up the buttplug, shoving it in your mouth before pushing you to lay on your back. He pulls your legs up, slender fingers hooking themselves onto your panties, pulling them down. He brings your underwear to his nose and he closes his eyes, unshamedly breathing in your scent as he looks down on you.

He pulls the buttplug out of your mouth, pressing it against your hole, teasing you. You bite your lip in anticipation, closing your eyes as you feel the plug slowly enter your ass.

"Sit up." You follow his command, pulling your legs back to sit on your heels. He takes the cat ears, putting them on you before taking the collar in his hands. "Why'd you buy this one specifically? Hmm? Kitten?" He asks, padding his thumb over your lower lip.

"Cause I belong to you." You answer, your tingue slipping out of your mouth as you sucked on his thumb, your eyes looking up at him as you hallowed your cheeks, showing him exactly how you'd suck his dick.

He growls, pushing you back down on the bed. He takes the collar, quickly putting it around your neck. He takes his time appreciating the masterpiece that is you, on his bed like this, all for him.

Slowly, he slips your dress off of you, skilfully unhooking your bra with one hand as he peppers sweet kisses all over your neck and chest, slowly traveling them down your breasts. He plays with your nipples with his tongue as his fingers twist and tug at your other one.

His tongue laps up your hardened nipples, taking them in between his terth before sucking red and purple splotches all over your soft skin. Slowly he gets up, pulling you along with him. He sits back on the bed and pushes you down onto the floor where you kneel obediently for him.

Nanami unbuckles his belt, taking it off of the hoops of his pants. He takes your hands, placing them on your back and using the belt to keep them there. He looks at you with such lust-filled eyes, his thumb playing with your lower lip.

"Put that mouth to good use, kitten." He says, leaning back as he lets you do what he asked. You look down at his pants, still buttoned and zipped up, however on the side you could see just how hard he currently is.

You lick on your lips, swallowing as you bite on his pants, undoing the button of his pants. You tug on it, pushing the button back with your tongue to take it out of the hole. You then continue to bite the zipper, your nose poking on his pelvis as you pull the zipper downwards.

You didn't want to wait any longer, you buried your face on the area where the zipper exposed your husband's boxer briefs, inhaking his musky sent as you lapped your tongue on his clothed and erected cock.

"Mmmmm so impatient I see. You want daddy's cock that bad, hmmm?" He teases, his voice so low you feel your cunt clench around your slick and nothing else. You nod your head, looking up at him with meedy eyes.

"Mmmff-fuck, okay kitten. I'll give you your reward." He takes his cock out of his underwear, his tip an angry red. You watch as he strokes his member a few times before pulling your head closer to him. You stick out your tongue, starting from the base, you like the underside of his cock, as you reach his tip you wrap your lips around it and start taking as much of his length as you can. Your fingers begin to tingle, wanting nothing more than to fondle and play with his balls at this very moment but the belt keeping your hands restrained is preventing you from doing so.

"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah... Just like that... Taking daddy's cock like the good little cockslut you are..." Nanami growls, tangling his slender fingers through your hair, tugging on it as you hear him suck in a breath.

As soon as you feel his tip press the back of your neck, you shake your head and get on your knees, pushing yourself even lower, making it your goal to reach his pubic hair with your lips. Nanami moans loudly as his cock pushes through the walls of your throat, feeling as you swallow around him. Once you feel you've taken his entire length inside your mouth, you pull away, gasping for air.

Once your lungs stop feeling like they're burning, you take him in his mouth once again, hallowing your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. Nanami throws his head back, moaning loudly as you feel him start to buck his hips upward. You push yourself lower like before a few times, when you swallow around him this time, he bucks his hips up and pulls your head down, creaming inside your throat and mouth.

You waste no time in swallowing his load. He pulls out of you and parts your mouth open, checking and then smiling to see it empty. "Such a good kitten. Love daddy's cum so much? I don't see a single drop in your mouth." He chuckles, pulling you up and throwing you on your stomach. He pulls your hips up, slapping on your ass, his eyes watching the slap causes a ripple. He slaps your ass again, and again, and again and doesn't stop until both your cheeks are a fiery red color and tears are running down your face.

"Does it hurt kitten?" He asks, rubbing a hand on your swollen bum. You shake your head, looking at him through your side. "Then why are you crying?" He sounds as if he were genuinely concerned.

"It feels too good," You sob, "Daddy."

Nanami smiles, manhandling you to flip you around. His gold plated name on your neck glistens under the red light. He parts your legs forcefully, watching as your cunt oozes out greedy amounts of slick.

Nanami lowers his face in between your thighs, his eyes trained on you as he dips his tongue in between your wet folds. You moan loudly at the feeling of his hot tongue finally against your needy cunt. You roll your hips impatiently, causing Nanami to pull away and slap your cunt.

"So impatient, kitty. Good kittens wait for their daddies to finish their meal. Now stop moving and let me have my dinner." He goes back to your cunt, lewd slurping noises fill the room along with your loud moans and mewls.

Nanami pushes his tongue in between your walls, teeth grazing against your clit, taking you by surprise. Your walls clench around his tongue, squeezing it as he furrows his brows at your orgasm.

He pulls away, scowl evident on his face as he pulls his underwear and pants down. "You came without my permission, kitty." He begins working with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. "And you know what happens to bad kitties right?" He lines his cock against your hole, hands on each of your thighs. "Tell me, what happens to bad kitties?"

"They don't get to cum." You answer, moaning loudly at the feeling of his member entering your wet and greedy cavern. You've been married with and have been getting fucked by this man for years, and yet your tiny cunt still couldn't get used to his size.

Everytime the two of you fuck, he always stretches you open and has you feeling so full. And your little cunny always squeezes around him, making him feel every inch of your walls.

He pushes his entire length inside you, his pelvis pressing against the back of your thighs. He thrusts inside you slowly a few times to get you at least a little bit more stretched out before his pace increases and the bed is creaking.

Nanami's hands slowly run up from your stomach to your tits, playing and fondling with them before his left one retreats back to your thigh while the other creeps towards your neck. He runs a few fingers over his name before his eyes look at you- your expression.

Your eyes are glassy and your face is flushed, you have a shit eating grin across your face with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. "I feel that good, kitty?" He asks, his thrusts becoming slower but much deeper. You nod your head, unable to use proper words.

"Use your tonge, kitty. Come on. Answer daddy. Do I feel that good?" All the comes out are mashed up words and slurs, making Nanami laugh loudly. He thrusts deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around him.

"I'm fucking you so dumb right now aren't I?" He asks, frowning when you don't reply. He slaps your clit and it takes every single atom in your body for you to not cum right then and there.

"Answer me. I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" He growls, his balls slapping against your ass, creating lewd noises. You nod your head and your response encourages him, he slaps your clit just a few more times before he's reaching his own orgasm.

"Don't you fucking cum." He creams inside you, your toes curling as you try your best not to cum. He pulls out, the satisfaction leaving your body along with him.

He watches his cum drip out of you, his fingers teasing your folds, dipping into his white release, pressing his fingers inside your mouth. You suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

He pulls out his fingers and presses his lips on yours, his tongue pressing against yours, tasting himself. He hums in satisfaction, nodding his head. "Okay, you've been a good kitty. I'll let you cum under one condition." He pushes himself inside you once again, "You cum together with me."

His thrusts this time are a bit harder, much more maddening. He rolls his hips as he thrusts deep inside you, his head pressing you g-spot again and again as you cry out how good he makes you feel.

He leans his body towards you, his hips snapping as he presses his lips on your neck. "Who do you belong to?" He grumbles, licking your jaw. "Daddy..." You moan out, closing your eyes as you feel your orgasm slowly creep up to you.

"Mmmm-mmmm. That's not my name. Since I'm fucking you so dumb right now, I'll give you a little clue. The answer is what's written on your neck." He mumbles, hips never ceasing.

"Mmff- Nanami!" You moan loudly, your orgasm already so close to you. "That's it!" Nanami roars loudly, pushing away from you as he slaps your clit, "Who do you belong to?"

"Nanami!"

"Who?"

"Fuck, Nanami!"

You clench around him milking him as he rolls his hips while insde you, helping you ride out your rogasm. You press your head against the soft pillows, his name coming into view as he cums inside you once more, painting your walls white.

The two of you stay silent for a moment, your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard. Slowly, Nanami pulls out of you making you whimper, the overstimulation causing your body to become more sensitive than you wanted it to be.

"Shhh, shhh... It's okay baby, I got you..." Nanami coos, skillfully undoing the belt from behind you, pulling the restraints away from your hands. You pull your hands from behind you, immediately pulling Nanami closer, breathing in his scent.

Nanami presses soft kisses all over your face as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He carries you in his arms, walking over to the bathroom where he has already prepared a bath with your favorite bathbomb.

He sets you down on the water, carefully taking off your catears and your choker. "Okay baby, I'll take off the plug now okay?" You nod, wrapping your hands around him as you hiss as the plug is slowly being taken out of you. He continues peppering kisses all over you as he washes you hair and face, he doesn't stop even as he's pulling you out of the tub and walking you back to your bed.

He walks away towards the closet, coming back with the comfortable panties, sweats and one of his shirts. He helps you get dressed, drying off your hair and combing it soft as he constantly kisses you, whispering praises as he does so.

Once he finishes, he sets you down on the bed and he leaves to wash up himself. When he comes back, he joins you on the bed, pulling you into his arms as he presses one last kiss on your forehead.

"I love you baby." You mumble out.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

Nanami tightens his arms around you, burying his nose on your hair, "I love you most."

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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Heya! Thank you for answering my request! Now, can I get yandere big bro. Not an incest obviously l. teru, kou and tsukasa and hanako with little sis/bro gn s/o?

Now the thing is s/o usually got a mistreat at school due to people jealous of them (kou,teru) on tsukasa & hanako case (a yokai seems to wanting tsukasa & hanako beloved dead)

However s/o seems to not mind it at all. Btw, s/o is student at the school. And seems to be reincarnated after they die, and seems to believed hanako & tsukasa after they said they were s/o ghost brother and s/o reincarnated.

Now what would be the scenario when they find s/o is sitting on the floor. Wet around their hair and their clothes seems to be been damaged. When they Ask what happen s/o said.

"oh, big brother, I'm sorry...i'm really is...today is your birthday...but..." S/o keep cry and then said this while sobbing so hard "today, there's a girl who want me to introduce her to you. But I want to give you the gift and reject her, the girl obviously didn't take it well and...she make her group do this" "i-i...keep...trying to saving money to buy you this caused i want it to be secret...but-i..guess..there's nothing to give to you" while showing a blue (blue sky) (blue light) kou.

Tsukasa & Hanako Case

"big brother...since this is your both birthday I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there's a girl who hate me. I didn't even knew why?" And then s/o just said while sobbing "I..know big brother hanako love donut, and and I'm sure big brother tsukasa loves it too...so I baked a homemade donut, but that girl destroy it...she...she said my cook is the worst and people who eat it will puked and not even a ghost want it" "also she steal the necklace that I buy for you two since she say I did not deserved that"

Green (hanako) red (tsukasa)

Headcannon and oneshot again please!

The Minamoto brothers and the Yugi twins with a bullied younger sibling❣︎

Warings: Hinting to murder?, bullying, abuse, slight cursing

A/n: Hey! Of course of course, I try to answer requests to the best of my ability!

I did this with the siblings combined so hope you don’t mind shshjsh

Heehee hope you enjoy, my love~

Teru was your older brother and he made that known to the school

You loved the fact that you were known as Teru’s younger sibling

You loved your brother

But you knew you would be used for it

People would fake being your friend just to get close to Teru

Then once they got rejected, they always blamed you

You didn’t mind, you still wanted to be Teru’s younger sibling

Teru slowly picked up on this

He knew something was up so he told Kou

Those two tried to keep a close eye on you

But while they were there, it look like you had lots of friends

But when they left the bullying begun again

But sooner or later, the other girls true colors will start to show

Teru and Kou are protective brothers

The girls in your class should have known to not get on your brothers bad side

“Teru-nii! Looks like you got a lot of presents!” Kou called out, running to his older brother who was standing at the entrance of the school. Teru chuckled and looked back at his backpack which was full with presents from fangirls.

“Well, I guess I do...” Teru patted his younger brother on the head, making him smile brightly. “Where’s Y/n? Aren’t they supposed to be with you after cleaning the bathroom?”

“They are…” Kou's expression turned into a slightly worried one “but they said they had to go early. They told me something about wanting to get something prepared to give to you for your birthday…”

Teru sighed, he was worried. He already had suspicions that you were getting mistreated in your class but he didn’t know for sure so he never confronted you about it. He has confronted Kou about this and he had the same suspictions as well.

“Well let's go get them!” Teru clapped his hands and made his way towards the building.

“Do you think it's…” Kou didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Let's hope not.” Teru’s carefree expression lowered at the thought. “Do you know where they went?”

Kou thought for a moment.

“No, but I know they aren’t in the old school building…”

Teru and Kou walked around the school for a while, looking for you in no avail. Kou pointed out little droplets of water that slowly got bigger reaching to the school's lockers. The boys froze when they heard sounds of sobbing. They turned the corner to see you facing your lockers drenched in water. You leaned onto your locker, closing it.

“Y/n..!” Kou called out, making you turn to him. “What happened?!”

“Who the hell did this to you…?” Teru asked, examining your ripped close and abused appearance. You looked at him and only cried more.

“I’m sorry big brother Teru…”

“Y/n, you don't need to be sorry, this isn’t your fault..!” Teru hugged you “What happened..?”

“I-its your birthday today… but there was this girl who wanted me to introduce you to her... but I said no, she didn’t take it too well and did this…” You sobbed into his shoulder. Teru’s grip on you tightened thinking about how this only happened while he was outside with Kou.

“I-I saved my money… to buy you a nice sky blue necklace… and I even got big brother Kou light blue one as well… b-but she destroyed it and I don’t have anything to g-give you…”

“Y/n that’s so sweet! We are extremely thankful!” Kou tried to lighten the mood a bit, giving you a gracious smile. You could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Teru was still angry that his suspicions were true, he was praying they weren’t.

“Who did this?” Teru sternly asked.

“I-it’s fine Teru…” You kneeled to the ground picking up pieces from the necklace she destroyed “She already left… there is nothing I can do now…”

“Y/n… please…” Kou kneeled down next to you and put his hand on yours.

“Guys, what would make me feel better is if we got home… can we please go home?” Your voice was begging. You just wanted to be in a warm blanket watching T.V. with your siblings.

That's all you wanted right now.

“Okay… I’m sorry Y/n, let's go home okay!” Teru gave you his jacket which you happily accepted.

“Even though I couldn’t get the gift, it meant the world to me!”

----

You sighed walking to your classroom. It was early and you were tired. You were happy your brothers didn’t ask you about it for the rest of the night, you didn’t want them to worry. You thought you would get a load from the girls who did this to you yesterday but you were shocked when she bowed in front of you instead.

“Y/n! I am so sorry! Please forgive me for what I did to you yesterday! It was very rude of me and I am very sorry!” She was shaking.

“Oh, uh, it’s alright..! No need to bow, I forgive you…” You put your hands in front of your chest, genuinely confused. Once she stood straight up you saw a big red mark on her cheek. She had tears in her eyes but ran to her desk before you could get a better look at her. You looked to Tsuchigomori who only nodded with an apologetic look on his face.

‘What happened this morning…?’

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“Teru? You still look down?” Kou faced his brother as they both walked to class.

“Sorry Kou… just a little upset by the person who did this to Y/n…” Teru apologetically smiled.

“Well you slapped her, that taught her a lesson!” Kou encouraged.

“Trust me Kou,” Teru’s smile turned into a frown

“If a teacher wasn’t there, I would have kicked her ass.”

Amane found it unforunate you were caught in the crossfire of him and his brothers conflic causing you too kill yourself as well

Tsukasa thought it was great that his younger sibling was now dead too

Gosh Tsukasa-

But what they didn’t expect was for you to get resurrected

You were able to see supernaturals yourself and you couldn’t age from the day you died but you weren’t a ghost like your brothers

Tsuchigamori helped you establish a somewhat normal school life

It was all good for the most part, you were back in school, Hanako was the leader of the 7 mysteries, and Tsukasa was just crazy happy

The fact you are getting mistreated is mostly Tsukasa’s fault

Like he can make a lot of enemies so when the fish yokai (that he killed) saw how close you and Tsukasa were, of course they wanted to kill you

It was also a perk that you were Hanako’s sibling since they wanted to get back at him as well for stealing their princess Yashiro away from them

You were weak and had a human body, you were perfect

Amane had no idea about this, Tsukasa didn’t know you were being abused but he did know he pissed off those fish AND HE PISSED EM OFF GOOD-

You figured you would be a target for yokai since your older brothers are powerful

Of course, you didn’t mind this

You knew this would happen so it’s alright!

But the thing was, it wasn’t so alright with your older brothers

Hanako watched the cherry blossoms fall from the tree that he sat under. It was November 25, his birthday, and you said you wanted to have a talk with the two boys. Normally you would talk to them separately because you knew how Amane felt towards his twin brother, but today you wanted to talk to them together. Hanako cancelled his normal cleaning duty and waited where you said to meet up.

“Amane!!” He heard a scream from behind him but before he could turn around he felt someone hug him, wrapping their legs around his waist.

“Oh, Tsukasa…” Hanako said softly, personally finding this kind of awkward.

“Where’s Y/n?? It’s been so long since I’ve seen them!” Tsukasa removed his head from Amane’s neck looking around for you.

“Oh, they aren’t here yet, and I remember them saying they saw you two days ago…”

“So long ago!” Tsukasa whined and Amane sighed at his childish behavior. It went silent but thankfully Tsukasa quickly broke it.

“Didn’t Y/n say to meet them here 15 minutes ago??”

“Yeah they did…” Amane started to get worried.

“They're late!” Tsukasa pouted.

“You’re late as well Tsukasa… And we should go look for them.”

“I’ll lead the way! I know where their last class is!” He stood up and started marching, Hanako closely behind him.

They walked around the school for a while, watching students run across the halls to their clubs, laughing and gossiping with one another. Tsukasa continued to march, not losing the bounce in his step. They came closer to the sound of someone crying, sobs getting louder as they approached a classroom. The twins looked at each other before Tsukasa opened the door.

You jumped slightly, removing your head from between your legs to look at who came in. You only began to cry more realizing it was your two brothers.

“Y/n…?” Tsukasa slightly whispered to himself, staying at the door's entrance.

“Y/n! What happened?!” Amane ran to you, fearing you were hurt in any way. He put his arm on your wet shoulder, looking around to see if there were any visible bloody wounds. He looked at your uniform which was damaged and had a few cuts in it. Your hair was also wet like if someone poured water on you. Tsukasa slowly made his way over to you, examining you up and down. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face but you knew anger was there.

“I-I’m sorry…” You said a little above a whisper.

“You’re sorry for what..?” Amane asked, moving the wet hair out of your face to get a better look at your soaked, tear-stained face.

“Big brothers...since this is both your birthdays... I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there are these fish yokai who don’t like me..!” You picked up a couple red and green gems from the floor. Hanako’s eyes widened.

“I... know big brother Amane liked donuts and I assume big brother Tsukasa likes them as well… but they took the donuts I made you saying my cooking was t-the worst and you wouldn’t want it..!” You continued “And they took the necklace I bought for you guys saying I don’t deserve it…”

“Were they talking fish..?” Tsukasa's voice was cold, eyes wide with rage. You only nodded your head.

“Amane, will you stay with y/n? I have something I need to do.” Tsukasa turned to Amane. Hanako already knew what he was going to do.

He was going to go after the mermaid and her fish. There was nothing he could say to stop him.

“O-okay… do what you have to do…” Amane nodded and Tsukasa left the room.

“W-wait… where is he going..?” You started to get up but Amane sat you back down.

“Hey, don’t worry Y/n… older brother Tsukasa is going to take care of this okay?” Amane hugged you.

“But I don’t mind the fish… it’s fine-”

“No. It’s not.” Amane’s aura grew darker before his loving brotherly smile appeared again.

“And hopefully by tomorrow, you won’t have to deal with those disgusting fish!”

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“Y/n! Amane!” Tsukasa called out as he walked down the halls. When he approached the door he opened it revealing you and Amane laughing. You were somewhat dry and you stopped crying.

“Tsukasa!” You got up and gave him a hug.

“What happened to those fish…?” Worryness in your voice.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n! You don’t need to worry about them anymore!” He childishly smiled, bringing ease to you.

“Amane approached you two, smiling. He looked to see Tsukasa’s hand that was behind his back covered in blood. Hanako's smile dropped and he went silent. He quickly regained his composure and turned to you.

“Yeah, Y/n you don’t need to worry about those fish. Your big brothers will kill any other supernatural that dares hurt you!”

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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New ‘Do

Summary: Reader has a sort of fettish for Spencer's new haircut, and Spencer then explains to the team and reader how he could tell.

CW: talk of hair fettish (obvi lol), describing sexual things, kissing, talk of sex, hair-pulling

AN: hey guys!! So I know this is my second blurby one shot in a row, but idc lol im lazy. i hope you enjoyyy <33

Reader's POV:

Spencer Reid and his hair will officially be the death of me.

Something about the way he styled it always got to me.

During our various sexual encounters, I would always tug his head back with his hair. And of course, he fucking loved it, which only fueled my..fettish for his hair even further.

That's why when he said that he was going to chop off his chestnut locks, I couldn't help but protest.

"But Spencer! I love your long hair!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air dramatically as he chuckled, walking into the kitchen of our apartment to grab a water bottle. He had just told me the news, and I felt like a part of me was going to go missing. I don't care how dramatic I sounded.. It was the truth and only the truth.

"Y/n, I'm just chopping off a few inches! It's gone on to be too long since my last cut.. I look like a nerdy Jesus." he said, opening his water bottle as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I walked closer to him, running my fingers through his hair as he took a sip from his water. I looked at his beautiful locks as though they had hypnotized me. "But it's so pretty...I love it. I love to tug on it! Spence, how am I supposed to play with it?" I whined, and Spencer sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he put his hands on my waist.

"Baby, I promise you'll be able to play with my hair once I get it cut. I just need it out of my face for work."

"Then put it in a little bun!" I squeaked, my hands still tangled in his curls. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing was childish, but something about his longer hair made my whole body light into a beautiful flame.

Spencer rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling me to him for a heated kiss to nicely say, shut up. After a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine before kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'm getting it cut tomorrow. End of story. So say goodbye to my 'Jesus Reid' haircut," he said, cupping my jaw with his right hand, as he ran his thumb gently along my lips. I sighed in defeat, tugging on Spencer's hair slightly as a whine slipped past his lips.

That's when I got an idea.

I tugged his head all the way back, littering kisses on his neck and sucking on the soft tissue of his skin lightly. Spencer whimpered softly, the sound and his hair woven between my fingers making fire burn course through my veins.

"Aren't you gonna miss me yanking on it?" I asked innocently, showing off my best puppy eyes before I kissed the column of his throat.

"You'll be able to yank on my new hair." he stated simply, gripping my hips with more power.

"But it won't be the same!" I groaned, throwing my arms loosely around his neck. Spencer laughed once more at my dramatics.

"Y/n, I'm getting my haircut tomorrow. There's nothing you can do about it! Now, we have the whole night ahead of us, and if you want to get one last yank on my hair, I suggest we begin now." he said smugly, and I giggled bashfully; following Spencer to the bedroom to begin our fun 'adventures'.

Let's just say: he and I didn't get much sleep that night.

The next morning, I awoke to Spencer shutting our apartment door as quietly as possible.

That's when it hit me.

He got his haircut!

I hopped out of bed, rushing into the living room to find Spencer. His beautiful hair had obviously been cut a few inches shorter, giving him a sort of prince look.

And I swear to all things holy, my heart stopped beating.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

I felt heat flood throughout my body as he turned around, his hair sort of messy-- although extremely charming.

I walked up to him, running my fingers through it as he laughed.

"Well good morning to you too." he greeted, planting his hands on my waist before asking me a quick, "How do you like it? I think I'll change it soon but it's good enough for now."

"No!" I squeaked, feeling my cheeks warm up as I pulled him to me, kissing his lips fervently as I whimpered against him.

Spencer was about to put his hands on my face before we heard an incessant ringing from his bag.

"Fuck," he breathed, kissing my lips softly before fishing for his phone that was hidden away in his satchel. He retrieved it, flashing me the screen to show me who was calling. Damn it! It was Hotch.

Spencer answered it, holding the phone up to his ear as I made my way to him, beginning to suck on his neck and collar bones as he spoke. "O-Okay, yes I-I'll tell her. A-alright. Bye."

He hung up, groaning softly when I sucked on the sweet spot of his neck. "Y-Y/n, we have a case, baby."

I sighed, kissing my way up to his lips.

"So I'm guessing you like my hair?" he chuckled, and I nodded fervently, biting my bottom lip.

"Good."

Spencer smiled, bending his neck down a bit to lightly kiss my lips, before telling me we had to go as soon as possible.

I reluctantly agreed, wanting more from him but turned around and walked back to our bedroom as I began to get ready.

A few minutes later, we each grabbed our things and headed out the door to the BAU jet to do the briefing of the case.

Oh, boy.

This was going to be a long one.

We had made it on the jet, the team's reactions to Spencer's haircut full of hilarity.

JJ was the first to say something, who did a swift, "Well, hello."

Spencer had pressed his lips into a thin line, a confused look on his face as he looked around; seeing the team member's stare.

Hotch was next to say something, in which he furrowed his bushy eyebrows together to prompt the question that made the whole team burst out laughing: "What, did you join a boyband or something?"

Spencer's eyebrows crinkled together as he spouted, "W- No."

"Awe, come on guys I love it." I said, taking a hold of Spencer's hand under the table as he smiled at me, his cheeks a light pink.

"That's because you're in love with him, pretty girl." Derek teased, flashing a toothy grin at me as I felt my face get warm.

The team laughed a bit more, agreeing with Derek's sentence before Hotch began the briefing.

Our case was based in Boise, Idaho.. Apparently, a serial killer had been revealed to have been posting his murders on the Internet, accumulating quite a collection of fans in the process.

Ew.

Disgusting.

Now, we were about an hour into the plane ride, and I tried distracting myself with my book, but I just couldn't.

I couldn't stop myself from staring.

He was so addicting to look at.

He noticed my gaze on him as he looked back at me.

"What?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I think Y/n likes your new hair, Reid." Emily said, causing the others that weren't asleep to look up from what they were doing to joing in on the conversation.

"Ooh, I think pretty girl has a hair fettish," Derek chuckled, poking me in the ribs as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Wh-! I do not!" I exclaimed, feeling a blush color my face.

"No, I think you do." JJ smirked, laughing with Emily.

Thank God, Rossi's asleep.

"She definitely does," Spencer piped up, his face and tone completely innocent.. As though he was about to state one of his fun facts. Which I guess in a way this was a fun fact.. Fun for everyone else except me.

I looked at him incredulously, hitting his chest lightly.

"How do you figure?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest, daring him to say another word.

"Well when I got home this morning from the parlour and you saw me, you did this thing you do when you are about to orgasm," he explained, beginning to talk with his hands.

"Oh, what does she do, boy genius?" Emily asked, leaning over to get in on the fun. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Her breathing gets heavy and she has to hold onto something.. Usually that 'something' is my hair, but when she first saw me she gripped the back of the couch. Then she was kissing me alot and running her fingers through my hair. She whimpered a little bit too, which is something she also does when she is about to-"

"O-kay! Can we stop talking about me and orgasms?" I asked, hiding behind my hands in embarrassment.

"You asked me how I knew you had a fettish and I explained." Spencer said in a sing-song tune, the team member's laughing which eventually woke Rossi up.

"Wh-what are we laughing at?" he asked in a dazed state, his eyes barely open.

"I don't think you want to know," Hotch said, arching an eyebrow as he looked back down at his case files.

"No, I want to know." he shrugged, nodding his head.

My eyes grew wide at Derek's response:

"Apparently, when Prettygirl is about to have an orgasm she whimpers. Oh, and she also has a hair fettish...Specifically with Spencer's hair."

"Dio mio! I did not want to know that!" Rossi cried, making me slap myself in the face as I groaned in embarrassment.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, cringing as I realized that Derek had practically told my grandfather about my sex life. "I'm going to get more coffee."

"Ooh, can you get me some?" Spencer asked.

"No." I said simply over my shoulder, throwing Spencer a pointed look.

I poured myself another cup of much needed coffee before Spencer walked up beside me.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just explaining facts to the team." he said softly, and I began to feel bad for making him think I was angry at him.

"Spence, it's okay, really," I laughed, and I saw a wave of relief wash over his features. I kissed him gently, tugging on his hair as he whimpered. "I guess I could always just tell the team that you whine and beg when I pull your hair." I whispered, untangling my fingers from his hair as I kissed him softly on the lips, Spencer's face a bright red.

"I must really like your new 'do, Spence."

And with that, I walked away, smirking at Spencer immediately throwing the washroom open, locking the door behind him.

He didn't open it until fifteen minutes later.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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firsts with Gojo Satoru

Every day I’m reminded that Gojo is 6.3ft and every day I remind myself that I could still slap the shit out of him and I wouldn’t even have to reach that high. That is what brings me inner peace.

First meeting

It’s not often that the Gojo Satoru is tasked with cleaning up curses of any grade less than level 1, but sometimes while he was casually out and about he would see a few and handle them with no issue

Like the cluster of fly heads going through the street, harassing people

It takes him no time at all to get to them, a few long strides and he’s there

With a swipe of his hand, the curses are expelled, gone from the world and no longer causing havoc

“What were those things?” A curious voice asks off to the side. Lowering his sunglasses, Satoru turns to the person looking at where the curses had just been.

“What things?” He feigns ignorance and it makes you snort.

“Those flying things you just got rid of. I was watching them for a while, they were pretty annoying.” While you’re talking, Satoru is sizing you up. He can sense just a tiny bit of cursed energy coming from you, not enough to be of any use except for the ability to see curses.

Worrying his lip, Satoru debated on how much he should tell you, if anything at all. He thought you were cute, so maybe he could tell you a little bit and then lead it into another conversation...maybe get your number.

“Are you okay?” Suddenly you’re closer to him than you were before. In all his going back and forth he’d failed to see you take a few steps closer and peer at him, that curious look back in your eyes. “Try not to think too hard, mister, I wouldn’t want your pretty face to get all wrinkled now.”

Satoru actually laughs at that, his chest nearly bumping into you with how close you two are now. He even bends a little at the waist, completely caught off guard by how you, a perfect stranger, have just spoken to him.

“Ya know, that’s not the usual response I get from people.” Fixing his glasses on his head, Satoru fixes you with a smirk he knows people swoon over. “And my name’s not ‘mister’. It’s Satoru, Gojo Satoru.”

“Okay.” His smirk wavers just slightly when he realizes you’re not exactly falling into his arms, just nodding and then you’re pointing to the sky where the fly heads had been. “So Gojo, what were those things?”

First hangout

Gojo does end up telling you the truth about the flyheads and you take it better than he was expecting

He was quick to get your first and last name, maybe you were from a family of sorcerers...but you weren’t. Just a normal person who saw him expel some curses

The conversation quickly ends after he’s done explaining it to you, much to his chagrin. He’d laid on the charm thick, hoping you’d ask for his number or for an opportunity for him to ask, but none came

When he was done telling you about the curses, you gave him a brief pat on the arm, thanked him and went about your day

There was a soft smile on your face as you walked away, and the feeling of your hand still lingered on his arm

Gojo wanted to see you again, but he knew he might never

“Oh, hello Gojo.” Your voice pops up again in an unexpected place, the candy section of a local convenience store near the train station he’d just exited.

“Huh?” He turns, surprised to see you and surprised that you addressed him so casually. It was indeed you, the person he’d seen before and wanted to get to know better.

“Hm, is it not you? I don’t know anyone else that tall with white hair.” Scratching your cheek, you give him a once over.

“It is me.” He’s quick to answer before you apologize and walk away.

“Ha, knew it.” A sly grin comes on your face and Satoru grins in return, his chest tightening a little bit. Rocking on your heels, you gesture to the candy in front of you. “What’s your poison?”

“Everything.” Snorting, Satoru looks at the candy briefly, eyes scanning on all the ones he’s tried.

“Ouch, sounds like a serious sweet tooth.” Chuckling to yourself, you reach out and grab a bag of sour gummies. “These are my favorite, have you tried them?” He has and he kind of hates them, but he picks up a bag anyway and pretends to read it over.

“No, I haven’t. They’re your favorite, you say?” You nod and he holds them more securely in his hand. “Alright, I’ll get them. And this.” Snatching up a chocolate bar he knows he actually likes, Satoru walks with you to the checker and puts his items on top of yours. “I’ll pay.”

You don’t fight him on paying, thanking him with a smile and another pat on his arm. As you walk out of the shop, Satoru nearly puts his arm around your shoulder. It feels like the two of you are on a casual snack run together before going somewhere to watch a movie or something. Even though you’re a stranger, Satoru feels like you already belong together.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again.” You say, snapping him out of his delusion. “What are your plans for the day?” It’s a wonderful day in a suburb of Tokyo, near the place you’d first met. The sun is beaming but not too hot, there’s fluffy white clouds scattered around the sky and a light breeze.

“Nothing, honestly.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru looks up and down the street. Honestly, he did have something to do, he was supposed to meet Ijichi for a little meeting with a few other people. But if he was being honest, he’d gladly be late or even skip it entirely if it meant talking to you more.

“Really? Well if you’re into them, there’s a really good cafe just around the corner. I think you’d like it.” Oh shit, were you asking to hang out with him? Or was this more of a date? Watching you take out your phone, Satoru is confused when you pull up a GPS. “If you want, I’ll send you the address.”

Wait...what? Looking at you with clear confusion on his face, Satoru points down the street.

“Let’s go there together, since we’re already here.” Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch, but Satoru can easily see the miniscule way your face changes. Putting your phone away, you take a step down the street.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Once at the cafe, Satoru feels in heaven. It’s a space made for intimate conversations with closed off booths lining the walls and the rich dark colors decorating the space. It feels almost like a lounge instead of a cafe, but when he sees the menu and there’s no alcohol, he’s reminded of what it is.

“I like to get an earl gray and some macarons.” You tell him as you stand by the counter, looking up at the menu.

“I’m going to get that super chocolate cake.”

“That’s so much chocolate!” Chuckling, you walk up to the waiting cashier, wallet already out. “Go ahead and order, Gojo, I’ll pay.”

You don’t end up paying, actually. Gojo quickly plucked your wallet from your hands and put his money down instead. It wasn’t that he was trying to impress you by paying for everything, but he kind of was. He wanted you to know he was dependable.

Sliding into a booth, he can feel your knees knocking together, legs sliding between one another as you get comfortable. With the light from the window illuminating you, Satoru wished he could take a picture of you.

“Let me know how you like it.” Taking a sip of your tea, you watch him expectantly. Not one to disappoint an audience, Satoru takes a bite of the cake and lets out a pleased hum.

“(Y/N), this is great.” He practically moans, eagerly taking another bite.

“Knew you would like it.” You’ve got a silly smile spreading your cheeks wide, and Satoru lifts his hand up, wanting to pinch your cheek.

“You’ve got good taste.” He says instead, putting his elbow on the table to cover up his attempt at trying to touch your face. “I really like it here.”

You’re a very big reason why he likes it there.

First date

Gojo makes sure to get your number after that, he refuses to miss an opportunity like that

He can’t risk the possibility of just ‘maybe’ running into you again, he needs to insert himself into your life more than just chance run-ins

Gojo is a great texter, you’ll learn that quickly. He messages you back promptly, having riveting conversations with each other and sometimes calling on the phone as well

Whenever his phone goes off and it’s not you he automatically deflates, and has on more than one occasion answered the phone and opened up the conversation with ‘you’re not (Y/N), but I guess I have time to talk’ with a big dramatic sigh after

He asks you out the second he has a free day, just begging and hoping you’re also available

And with his oh so good luck, you are!

“How’d I know you’d pick an arcade?” You chuckle as you approach his waiting figure outside the building. Satoru is dressed nicely, but not too much. A smart bomber jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and jeans, not overdressed but more put together than his everyday look. And of course, his signature glasses.

“I have to show you I’m the best at everything.” Opening the door for you, he’s eager to get started on playing some games. “(Y/N), wander around and see what you wanna do first, I’ll exchange some money.”

“Okay.” You’ve given up on trying to pay for things when Satoru is around, he will adamantly refuse. Wandering around the arcade floor between the different machines, your eyes settle on a claw machine, a cute Pikachu plush just sitting there waiting for you.

“Gojo.” You’re bouncing on your heels watching him exchange money, and as soon as he collects all the coins you grab him by the hand and bring him to the claw machine. A light pink tinge paints his cheeks and he doesn’t look away from your hands connected together until you let go and tap on the glass. “Look at this plush! It needs me.”

“Here, try for it.” Putting a generous amount of coins in the machine, Satoru stands next to you and watches as you try to pick it up with the claw several times but fail. The plush doesn’t move at all with any of your attempts, making a frustrated whine leave the back of your throat.

“Pikachu, I love you.” You say, dramatically putting a hand on your heart and looking at the plush.

“Let me try, I’ll get it.” Confidently stepping up to the controller, Satoru smirks and taps the glass. “I’ll get the little guy real easy.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say.” Rolling your eyes, you stand close to him, eyes watching keenly as the claw moves. Grabbing onto the plush, Satoru manages to move it a good few inches towards the opening. “Satoru!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm as he moves the plush again and it nearly falls in. His cheeks tinge a little when you say his first name.

“Told you.” He could feel himself getting distracted with the way both of your hands are now clinging to his arm, practically hugging it to your body. It only takes two more tries before the plush falls into the opening and the machine lets out a victory noise.

“Awesome!” You’re so excited that you jump a little bit in joy and actually do hug his arm tightly before letting go. Putting the plush in your hands, Satoru watches as you cutely squish it with your hands and smile.

“What other plush do you want? I’ll win them all.”

He did indeed win all the plushies and toys you wanted. He always let you try first, wanting to see if you could do it on your own, but more often than not he proved the title ‘best at everything’ wasn’t just for show.

Moving on from the claw games, you played the other arcade games around. Mario kart, random rhythm games and even scary shooters, Satoru played them all with you. Sometimes he let you win, other times he completely destroyed you. And when something scared you, he was always there to put an arm around your shoulder and protect you.

First confession

You spend far too many hours in the arcade, playing game after game and accumulating an obscene amount of claw game prizes

Gojo doesn’t joke around damnit!

He also forces Ijichi to come and drive you home lol and he sits in the backseat with you, holding your hand and playing with your fingers while you make friendly conversation with Ijichi

Carrying the bag full of plushies to your door, Gojo sets them in the threshold of your apartment before looking back at you

The open door is like a void just begging for Satoru to step into. The soft overhead light you’d flicked on was enough to illuminate a little more of your apartment, and from what Satoru could see it was nicely decorated and smelled like flowers.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” Biting your lip, you look at him for just a moment before looking away again, rocking back and forth on your feet bashfully.

“I did too.” Satoru means it, he’s already planning the next date in his head and the best way to shove his responsibilities onto others so his schedule opens up. Grabbing your hand, he laces your fingers together and holds it up to his chest. “I hope I can see you again soon. I really like you (Y/N).”

“I like you a lot too.” You’re too embarrassed to say anything more, continuing to bite your lip and letting Satoru squeeze your hand. Slowly, the two of you shuffle closer to each other, and Satoru brushes the tips of his fingers along your face, subtly tilting it up so he can kiss you.

Just as he gets close enough to feel your breath, a sharp baby's cry sounds from the apartment next to yours and it makes you jump. There’s shuffling inside and then the door is thrown open and a tired looking man in old sweats comes running out.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!”

“Hi Mr. Yoo. What’re you doing out?” Turning to him, you try to play off the fact that you were just caught almost kissing in front of your door.

“I realized we’re all out of diapers! I have to go get some stat.” He barely pays Satoru any attention, quickly rushing off with a brief goodbye.

Now the moment had been ruined, you were too far now and you’d pulled your hands away when the door was opened. Stepping into your apartment, you give a lingering look at Satoru’s lips before meeting his eyes.

“Text me when you get home.” You say, and with a soft goodbye you close the door and Satoru leaves.

First kiss

Getting blue balled by a baby was definitely not in Gojos five year plan

He literally can’t wait until you see each other again, he’s obsessing about kissing you

Applies lip balm like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, the man would rather swallow a jean jacket than have you kiss dry lips

Any amount of time apart from you is painful and it’s only made worse when his schedule becomes full, too tightly packed to move anything around

He’s keeping up with you through text and calls but it’s not enough for him, and he lets you know almost every time you call that he wants to be with you, be able to physically touch you and see you

When there’s a little festival in Tokyo and Nobara and Itadori are begging to go, Gojo uses it as a chance to see you again

“Hi everyone!” You’re very excited to meet Satoru’s students. He hadn’t told you he was a teacher, all he said was he exorcised curses.

“Hi!” Itadori is excited to meet you, Nobara is excited to see who’s been taking up all of her teacher's time and Fushiguro is just there, curious about you but too aloof to ask any questions.

“So I take it Satoru teaches you guys how to get rid of those curses and stuff, huh?” Your question floored them, and even Fushiguro was looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N) can see curses.” Satoru steps in, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess I can see a little bit of cursed energy.” Nobara mutters. Truthfully, they were all too busy asking you questions and looking at how pretty you were to notice cursed energy.

“You guys are really brave! Some of those curses are really scary.” Shivering as you recall one you’d seen recently(and texted Satoru about), you point toward the festival stalls. “But you guys probably don’t wanna talk about work, huh? Let’s go get some food, I’ll pay.”

“Sorry (Y/N), we’re under strict orders not to accept your money.” Making an X with his arms, he and Nobara shook their heads.

“Satoru!” Slapping his chest playfully, you start to walk through the festival. “Let me pay for something, you’re gonna go broke at this rate!”

“Nope, not happening.” Keeping you close to him, Satoru makes sure you don’t pay for a single thing. He’d purposefully brought a lot of cash to this knowing that the kids would go absolutely crazy - and that he wanted to spoil you some more to make up for his absence.

As the night progresses, the students get more and more distant. Satoru had briefed them on the way that it was purely a date between you and him and that they were just tagging along and not to stick around for too long.

“This snow ice is so good!” At a more secluded spot at the festival, you and Satoru find a bench to sit at and enjoy the frozen treat he’d bought.

“Feed me.” Opening his mouth, Satoru sticks his tongue out obnoxiously while waiting for you.

“You’re gonna drool on yourself.” You laugh, quickly scooping some up and putting it in his mouth. Holding your hand, Satoru lets the ice fully dissolve before pulling the spoon out. He wants to make a teasing sexual comment, but a loud boom sounds in the sky before he can.

“Fireworks.” He whispers, looking up at the sky as it’s illuminated with bright flashes of light. You let out a noise in awe of the display, and Satoru is suddenly staring right at you. Looking at the way your eyes reflect the light, he can’t stop himself from leaning forward.

“Sa-” Turning your head at the same time he’s about to kiss your cheek, your lips connect. You gasp, and if Satoru hadn’t also been holding onto the snow ice it would have fallen from your hand.

He doesn’t miss an opportunity though, pressing firmly on your lips and tilting his head a little. Your eyes flutter closed, and you pull away for a brief moment to lick your lips before going back in. The sound of fireworks continue to boom above you, continuing to flash light across your closed eyes. It all adds to the experience of kissing Satoru.

“You taste so sweet.” He says when you pull away to breathe, keeping his face close enough that he can rub his nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Satoru can practically feel the heat radiating off your face and it makes him chuckle. Giving you another kiss, he pulls away when the fireworks stop going off. The smile you have on your face warms his heart, his cheeks a light red color to show for it.

“Looks like we’ll need more ice.” Holding up the melting treat, a little pout settles on your lips and Satoru audibly coos.

“I’ll be right back.” Shooting up from the bench, he nearly runs to the stall, already hurting from being apart and eager to get back to you.

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