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#he got that blue eyed stare

self-ships-ahoy · 8 months

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So this is basically what I gathered from @quazies' latest animation

#➕ herr doktor #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #medic #lil pootis #tf2 #blu medic #red medic #he got that blue eyed stare

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mes0p0tamia · 1 year

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HCs about Sleep Token's eyes

They all have horrendous eye bags. yes all of them.

they also all have reflective eyes bc its creepy and I like it. I think it's hot. If someone shines a light on them in a group, it looks smth like this:

Vessel

Vessel's eyes look brown from far away, but they are just really a dark red. Their shape is very feline with a very prominent lower lash line, and usually his pupils are slitted. They are especially prominent in the sunlight. His pupils will often contract and dilate with his emotions like a cat. If he's really pissed off, they will contract to a needle's point. But if he's really, really happy his pupils will blow so wide you can barely even see the iris.

believe it or not vessel does not have angry eyes, they are just very intense. He has eyes like a predator, like a snake or just any dangerous animal, really.

making eye contact with him is hard because his eyes are kind of unnerving, in a good way kind of? (Listen I'm trying to not make this sound really weird, ok?) His eyes look other-worldly and omniscient; like if you make eye contact, he will know everything about you.

especially at rituals, because under Sleep's influence they will glow gold. It's part of the reason he wears the mask.

I also HC that he has sort of siren-like abilities (I'll go more into that in another post), and his eyes play a role in that.

If you look closely, you can see a very tiny rim of gold around his pupil, but most of the time it will look copper or bronze because of dim lighting.

They look hauntingly beautiful and dangerous.

ii has very large eyes, not like bug eyes or anything, they are just very prominent. They have a very wide shape, with very dark lashes. His eyes almost look Vanta-black. They absorb all the light around them. ii got that boba eyes autism stare.

His irises are also very large, leaving little room for the white.

he looks almost bored or sad all the time bc his eyes are kind of droopy. They often look misty like he's somewhere else mentally.

he has the best puppy dog eyes bc when he tears up it is gut wrenching (the watery eyes make him look not super creepy, and kind of like a baby cow)

He is not hard to make eye contact with like Vessel is, it's hard to keep eye contact with him. He will stare you down for what it seems like forever (in reality tho he just really doesn't blink that often and is probably zoned tf out).

when he feels intense emotions, his pupils turn slitted and white; that's when his eyes look really creepy. This has only happened on few occasions though, so the sight is rare.

also, his tears are black bc I said so and it looks sick asf

iii

iii has very pretty doe eyes

They shift in color with the light depending on the angle you look at them. He has little tiny flecks of iridescent white in them. You can only see them if you get really close though *cough cough* VESSEL *cough*

he probably has the most "normal" eyes out of all of them, honestly.

His eyes look very kind, like a mother, but also very tiered. He gives a lot of himself to others, and it really shows in his eyes if that makes any sense? (I literally don't know how to explain it I'm sorry)

iii has the most long and beautiful lashes you've ever seen on a human being (jealous fr oh my god. and are any of them even human anyway?)

His eyes are just so beautiful it's hard to look away, and in the sunlight, they almost glow. He's got them Gojo Satoru anime eyes

He's the only one of them who's eyes aren't super off-putting in some way. they're still kinda creepy, just like, the least creepy.

iv's eyes are angry and stern. His eyes are like the fallen angel painting (the one by Alexandre Cabanel). He's not actually that pissed off all the time, he just has major resting bitch face.

His eyes are a pale-ice blue, with the pupils being a slightly darker blue. Around the edge of the iris is a dark rim, with that being the darkest part of his eyes. His upper lash line is the most prominent, with his lower lash line looking kind of red; and his eyebrows sit very low.

Instead of his pupils contracting, the rim around his irises will instead. In emotionally intense moments, the rim will close so far over the irises that his pupils look like little white dots.

His eyes are sharp, and predator-like, similar to vessel. He doesn't have the "alure" that Vessel has, just the "dangerous" look if that makes sense.

He is generally the more stoic type, but you can see in his eyes that he holds on to a lot of anger or just any intense emotion in general. He has a hard time letting go of things.

In more vulnerable moments, his eyes look like he's pleading or begging. He looks a little scared, like he might get hurt.

#ii really said AUTISM STARE BLAST #iii and iv have the blue-eyed stare #ik vessel's is the longest. Im not playing favs or anything I just couldn't describe his eyes in a normal way #hes got a specific vibe that is very hard for me to pin down accurately #sleep token headcannons #sleep token vessel #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #sleep token iv #writing #headcannons #sleep token #my writing

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cowboy-robooty · 1 year

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CONTEXT. THIS IS A SPINOFF MANGA WHERE ONE OF LE YAOI BOYS IN THE ORIGINAL MANGA HAD GERMANYS HAIRSTYLE, BUT IN THIS SPINOFF THAT FEATURES HIM AS A PARTICIPANT OF YAOI HE HAD A HAIRSTYLE CHANGE. THIS IS A PANNEL SHOWING THAT THE EDITOR REQUESTED THE HAIRSTYLE CHANGE. LITERALLY THEY SAID GERMANYS HAIRSTYLE IS TOO FUCKING UGLY FOR YAOI IM LOLING IM LOLING SO HARD GERMANY IS SO FUCKING UGLYYUWISIE AHAHAKOWKSOS HE IS SO UGLY HE IS SO FAILLLLLL AINT NOBODY LIKE BLONDE SLICKED BACK HAIR PLEASEEEE EVERYBODY FUCKING HATES IT. TOO UNFUCKABLE. AINT NOBODY BUYING A YAOI OFF DA SHELVES WITH A CUT THAT BAD PLEASEEEEEEEEEE

#THIS IS SO TRUE RHOUGH GENUINELY #im a germany is ugly believer #i think hes not like insanely ugly but hes really mid. like unattractive leaning eveb #cuz he got that fuckin ugly ass hair style and he looks older than everybody else bc hes so stressed out 24/7 and he has dry skin and #blue eyed stare and too much muscle for conventional attractiveness and always looks like hes in pain and Blonde Eyelashes #like he aint beautiful or pretty from a conventionally attractive way u feel me?#dont ever get me wrong hes my ultimate oople doople evar and hes the most beautiful to me but also hes ugly <3 #i like it bc it adds to his intimidation factor and gap moe #while italy is beautiful and does skin care and shit and hes like 'uwaa jahmany youre sooo kawaii' (says this to a man who makes it snow #when he scratches elbows)#and italy means it 100% deadass slash gen jesse too #robooty kun #not abt me but this is something i wanna save

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daredussy · 11 months

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i’d like to thank whoever made the decision to give simon warm brown eyes 🙏

#i don’t think i could handle his wide eyed stare if he had blue eyes #he got them baby cow eyes instead 🫶🫶#simon ghost riley

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lavender-machine · 8 months

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hes like the "how people with blue eyes will look at you" but theyre not even blue

#got that blue eyed stare #hes spitting tho #jester words

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abyssruler · 8 months

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roses are red, violets are blue, lynette is so done with the two of you

lyney x gn!reader

lynette thinks fontaine’s worst kept secret isn’t how neuvillette wears blue underwear or how the hydro archon loves a good drama, no, fontaine’s worst kept secret is lyney’s massive crush on you and how everyone and their grandmother know except you.

comedy, pining lyney, lynette being so done

Lyney’s frowning.

Most people would find it an odd expression on him, used to having him direct dazzling smiles and playful laughter their way. But Lynette isn’t just anyone, and the sight of Lyney frowning is hardly a rare phenomenon within the privacy of their household.

Freminet’s usually Lyney’s choice of victim for whatever nonsense he’s managed to build himself up in that head of his, but Freminet’s busy doing errands and Lynette is unfortunately the only person within vicinity that Lyney trusts with his secret—which isn’t even a secret by this point, people have been making bets on how long it would take you to realize that Lyney’s been pining over you since forever.

Case in point: Lyney frowning over two identical flowers. She doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that her brother is having a midlife crisis over which flower to give you.

Lynette thinks he should just man up and confess. Preferably within the next week or so, otherwise she’d lose her bet.

“Lynette, which one is more eye-catching, the crimson one,” he holds up the flower in his right hand, then he raises the other one, “or the maroon one?”

Lynette gives him the deadest stare she can muster. “They’re the same color.”

“Oh, sister, have you no taste?” Lyney tuts, pouting at her for a moment before returning to that constipated look as he squinted at the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ flowers. Talk about being delusional.

“(Y/N)’s not gonna care whether the rose is crimson or maroon or red,” she tells him. You’d probably accept a dead flower if it came from Lyney, with that starry-eyed look you always got whenever he so much as glances your way. Lynette’s not one to judge other people’s taste too harshly, but she does wonder what you see in her overdramatic and annoying brother.

Ah, well. They do say love makes people blind. Hopefully not literally though, Lynette’s not looking forward to performing shows alone because Lyney got blinded by his love for you—though if you asked Lynette, she’d tell you it wasn’t love so much as obsession. Only someone insane would spend hours picking out flowers and calling them ‘maroon’ and ‘crimson’. It’s just red.

Lynette squints at him. “And since when were you interested in the meaning of flowers?”

“Well, I suppose you could say I like to dabble in other pursuits.” Lyney gives her a cheeky grin.

“Right…” He’s clearly losing his mind.

“Red roses symbolize true love, though rainbow roses in particular pertain to passion, and…” He trails off, eyes blinking in astonishment. She can practically see the lightbulb appearing on top of his head.

With a flick of his wrists, the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ roses disappear. Lynette watches him warily, wondering what kind of outlandish idea has formed in that head of his.

But he doesn’t elaborate more, only shoots a wink at her and says, “I’ve got a great idea.”

✧

His great idea, as it turns out, is to corner you in an alleyway and make it rain rainbow roses around you as he asked you out on a date, all while Lynette is crouched on the roof, dumping sacks of rainbow roses and vindictively hoping one of them stabs Lyney in the eye. No such luck.

You, as the ever-crazy romantic that you are, are awestruck and amazed by what he’s done instead of weirded out like how a normal person would be. With an eager smile and a twinkle in your eye, you accept the rose in Lyney’s hand and say yes when he asks you to meet him for dinner tomorrow. Lynette wants to barf, but settles for dumping another sack of flowers on top of the two of you.

And if she uses a little bit of anemo to direct a few petals to Lyney’s face? Well, you removing a petal sticking to his cheek and having your fingers linger there for a few moments wasn’t part of the plan (the plan being: embarrass her brother by having him choke on a petal while he’s speaking), but she can’t entirely begrudge the result. Not when Lyney looks like he’s about to have a meltdown with just one touch from you. Good blackmail material right there.

Lynette’s happy that the two of you have finally gotten your heads off your asses and are actually going on a date. Though mostly she’s happy about the amount of mora heading her way soon.

She’ll have to thank Freminet for telling her about the bet about you and Lyney. Maybe she can start a new bet on when the two of you are getting married—probably soon, if the lovestruck look on Lyney’s face is anything to go by. She hopes he won’t be crazy enough to propose on the second date, because you’d certainly be crazy enough to accept if he did.

Oh, well. Lynette will put a bet on one month just in case.

#look i haven’t done the archon quest yet #so i don’t have a good feel yet of their characters #but i’m sticking with this characterization!!#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #gn reader #lynette

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Unfortunate [Teaser] full fic has been posted

Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi x AFAB! Reader

Warning the full length fic will include the following: gang banging, dub-con / non-con, forced oral, forced orgasm, BDSM themes… which just means they aren’t easy on you whatsoever, humiliation, bukkake, outdoor sex, brain washing, etc etc etc

A/N: so I will say, this fic is going to be a darker one. I don’t think I’ve ever written like… full on non-con… honestly this fic will somehow lean towards dub-con anyways. Like let’s be honest, it’s gonna be a very morally gray fic. I mean we aren’t moral people let’s be real.

You had fucked up, big time. “Such a stupid thing! You couldn’t figure out that we wanted you to do this?” The green eyed demon laughed again, watching as you looked between the three of them. Laughing just a bit harder as you realized only three of them stood before you. “I-but…” there was a fourth. You were certain of it… so where the hell did he go? “Karaku…you’re so loud…” the blue eyed demon whined, eyes locked on you as he referred to the green eyed demon. “Shut it, Aizetsu.”

The red eyed one spoke again, staff hovering just a bit off the ground as he scowled at you. “You’re probably wondering where the fourth one went, huh sugar?” The green eyed demon taunted you, completely torn, you couldn’t figure out where to look. If your eyes left the three of them they’d likely attack. If you didn’t try to figure out the location of the fourth, it was likely he’d kill you instead. “C’mon, little slayer… Show us what you got…” the blue eyed demon spoke, voice somber and eyes filled with sadness.

“Urogi, quit playing around.” The red eyed demon bellowed, another name, but your brain was going too fast to remember it. The flapping of wings pulled you from your daze, head whipping in the direction of the noise but it was too late. Two claws grabbed around your waist, the sudden thrust upward knocking your blade straight from your grasp. A scream of shock left you as you were torn straight off the ground, head flying upwards to see what had grabbed you. Somehow, it was the fourth demon.

He looked just as the other three did, the only differences being his eyes and his limbs. Golden eyes stared down at you, a familiar smirk on his lips. Instead of arms and legs, he had claws. His limbs resembled that of a bird or reptile, large wings expanding behind him. You jerked as he stopped, hovering in the air as he looked you over. It wasn’t until he raised his legs that you realized he was using them to grasp you opposed to his arms. “What a pathetic thing you are…” he laughed as he let you go.

You began to plummet to the ground, body and mind so disconnected from your reality that you couldn’t even muster a scream before he swooped down to grab you again. Now, you were facing him, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You humans are so easy to break… though I must say I’ve never seen the fighting spirit leave someone as quickly as it left you.” He admired your petrified face, slowly descending until he was in earshot of his other halves. “Yah know, Sekido? We shouldn’t kill her just yet…”

His eyes trailed over your body, a cruel grin covering his face as he spoke. “Why don’t we have some fun with her? It’s been years since I’ve gotten my fill of human…desire.” The implications had you feeling hot, panic ebbing up the back of your neck as you squirmed in his grasp. “Oh? There it is…” he dropped you a moment later. The fall wasn’t a big one but it still hurt when you hit the ground. The panic was mixing with dread as you realized what the situation was turning to. “Fun? Urogi why can’t we just eat her…” the blue eyed demon whined softly as he stared at you.

“Oi, Aizetsu don’t be such a prude…” the green eyed demon spoke, walking over to where you sat on the ground. He crouched before you, smiling in a way that made you want to run. “She’d certainly have a good time, don’t you think Sekido? You know we need your approval to do anything…” he turned to look at the red eyed demon, a soft thump behind you told you that the winged demon had landed. You met the red eyed demon’s gaze, swallowing thickly as you waited for him to decide your fate.

“There are rules…you know. We each get a turn, no hogging her.” You got the chills, listening intently to the demons conversing about having their way with you. “Listen here, sugar.” The green eyed demon grabbed your face, keeping your attention on him as he spoke. “We’re gonna have a hell of a time with you… satisfy us and maybe we’ll let you leave here with your life.” Behind you, the winged demon snickered, feet dragging on the ground as he too crouched behind you. “You’ll be able to satisfy the four of us with your body, right?”

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awearywritersworld · 9 months

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gratitude

gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo wakes up early one morning, suddenly aware that he can't live without you. w/c: .5k tags/warnings: fluff. gn!reader. a/n: happy jjk day!!! masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

gojo satoru is something of a stranger to gratitude, but can anyone really blame him? he was born with unmatched strength, unaccustomed to the blood, sweat, and tears many people shed to gain even a fraction of the power he possesses.

he's the son of one of the wealthiest clans in japan, so he's never gone to bed hungry, nor has he ever had to wear a pair of shoes that were past their prime. he's also blessed with good looks, always flaunting the kind of smile that makes people turn their heads.

now, that's not to say he's never felt thankful in his life. quite the contrary. he was thankful when nanami returned to jujutsu tech and when yuuji came back to life even after sukuna ripped out his heart. hell, he was thankful for the kid at the bakery who served him a particularly exquisite lemon loaf last week.

but he's never felt true gratitude. you know, the kind you experience when you're given something you can't possibly live without. the kind that moves you, shakes you to the core.

that is, until he's laying in bed beside you, already awake as the sun begins to kiss the morning sky. his eyes trail over your face in the pale blue light of dawn, taking great pains to commit every little detail to memory.

it's then that he feels it, gratitude that seeps into his bones and fills him with relief, hope, and elation all at once. gratitude that changes him as a person, because how could he exist without you? without the soft curve of your nose, without the fullness of your lips, without those cute little snores that let him know you're still sleeping peacefully?

you're laying on your stomach, your back exposed and the sheet bunched around your waist. he traces each divot of your spine with a careful and loving touch, acutely aware that there isn't a thing in the world that could possibly compare to the feeling of your skin against his own.

"'toru? what're you doing awake?" you ask groggily, pulling him from his thoughts.

"hmph.. can't sleep 'cause you're such a blanket hog."

"yeah? are you sure you're not just staring at me again, all googly eyed and creepy?" you pop one eye open to discern the look on his face.

"i've got no idea what you're talking about," he asserts, pulling you against his chest in an attempt to obscure his guilty grin.

you've already seen it though. "i think you're delusional or something, you should get some more sleep."

you feel his chest shift, a breath of a laugh passing his nose. "yeah, you're probably right."

you hum, satisfied with his answer, then tangle your legs with his and close your eyes. "i love you."

gojo has taken a lot of things for granted in his life, he's smart enough to know that, but those three words? from your lips? he'll be grateful for them until the end of time.

"i love you, too."

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violetarks · 3 months

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"they don't love me like you do!"

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

summary: despite the countless valentines day offers he receives, satoru will only ever accept one confession. but you're confessing... to his best friend?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, high school! au

"please accept these chocolates, gojo!" says the girl in front of him. satoru casually pulls down his glasses enough to see the red, heart-shaped cardboard box.

"oh, uh... thank you." he awkwardly says. this girl was two year below him, judging by the colours of her indoor shoes. he didn't even know her name. "this is... a surprise."

"i've liked you ever since orientation day. i hope you like these." she says with a nervous grin. she's stiff as he takes them out of her hands, standing up straight to stare at the tall man. "thank you for always being so funny and helping everyone you can."

"ah, you're welcome." he says, tucking the chocolates and the letter taped to it under his arm. luckily, the lunch bell had rung and everyone should've been off to enjoy their break. "well, i'll... see you around."

"b—bye, gojo!" she calls, waving at him as he walks the other way. he gives a kind smile before he turns the corner, dropping it immediately.

on the way to class, multiple other students watched him as he carelessly skimmed through the letter before stuffing it in his book bag, ready to throw it (and the others) away once home. valentines day was this week and it was two days before it today. yet satoru had received tons of confession letters and date proposals, none of which he had the intention of accepting.

plopping down in his chair, he groans, hanging his head, "ugh! i hate being so loveable..."

suguru rolls his eyes, outting his book down. "here we go again." he grunts, shaking his head.

"seriously! why can't i be left alone around valentines day?" he questions out lout, pulling his lunch box from his bag.

shoko bites into her sandwich as she listens to him. as she swallows, she retorts, "maybe it's because you flirt with every living being on earth." satoru sends him a pointed look. "so how many letters today?"

"seven." satoru responds, knocking his bag.

"and?"

"none of them were from y/n." he sighs out, picking up his chopsticks.

"wait, y/n?" suguru pipes up, putting his juicebox down, "as in y/n from class d?"

the blue-eyed boy raises a brow, halting his movements. "uh, yeah? l/n y/n." he recalls to his friend, tilting his head, "what? i've been talking about 'em for the past three months—suguru, have you been listening to me at all?"

"oh!" the dark-haired boy chuckles, nodding his head, "i know y/n. we're in the same literature class."

satoru stares at him in disbelief. the other students surrounding them are in their own little world, but the three of them didn't even mind them hearing if they tried. shoko continues to eat her food while suguru shrugs at his friend.

"are you kidding me?" satoru gasps out, waving a hand in the air, "i've been trying to get with them for three months and you tell me this just now?"

"you should've been more specific, man." suguru retorts, waving it off, "anyway, you gonna' ask them to be your valentine?"

satoru sighs loudly, hanging his head back, "i don't know... we only share bio together, i bet there's a lot of people who have asked them to be their valentine. they probably won't even accept mine."

shoko purses her lips and stretches her arms. "i don't know about that." she claims, "you're a pretty guy and everyone knows you. i doubt they'd pass up the chance to revel in that popularity."

"... thanks, shoko."

soon enough, the bell rings and the day goes on.

the next day, satoru notices something in your hand during biology class.

"whatchu' got there, y/n?" he asks, peaking over your shoulder. he sat behind you, enough room to see the handwritten letter you were writing.

"satoru!" you jump a little, covering the page. he furrows his brow. "it's, uh... i'm just writng something."

"is it... for valentines day tomorrow?" he inquires, curious to who was the lucky person. but you were still hiding it from him!

"no, of course not." you were lying, he could tell by the way you look to the left. a pout falls on his lips. "it's notes. for another class."

"oh... okay." he responds, a bit disappointed. why would you lie to him? he sits back in his chair, writing down some paragraphs from the textbook mindlessly. he saw the way your elbow quickly shifted, you were writing faster. your head was down too, never looking up. you were so concentrated.

he's known you for a couple of months now. you bumped into him on the way to school, and you admitted to him that you were a bit lost since you didn't live around here. satoru, being the gentleman he is, offered to escort you. you thought he was some creep (he tried reaching to hold your hand and when you jerked away on instinct, he played it off as it being the wind).

but once realising you two shared some classes together, you grew fond of him. you knew of the countless students throwing themselves at him. both older and younger. he was the school heartthrob. it's a shame though, only your smile could make his heart race like he makes others do.

when you gave him your lucky pen when he told you he didn't study and he was freaking out, you had this kind smile that made him think 'i don't want anyone else to see this but me'.

and he noticed that you awkwardly took it back from him, looking away as he clasped your hands tightly in the filled hallway and thanked you. your reactions were just the cutest...

when the bell rings, you perk up, putting your 'notes' in a suspicious looking envelope and signing it off with something. you stand up and satoru is quick to walk by your side when a classmates holds his arm to talk.

"huh?" satoru grunts, furrowed brows.

"gojo, i... i wanted to give you this." they say, holding out a teddy-bear saying 'be my valentine!'. satoru frowned when he took it. "you don't have to answer today... just let me know tomorrow, please."

as they continue to talk, he sees you exit the classroom. the letter sits comfortably in your palm, and you look left, right, before walking off. satoru is electrified.

"okay, thanks!" he says, running out of the classroom while he clutches the bear in his hands.

weaving through the crowd, he looks for the top of your head. after more and more people pass him, staring at the teddy and whispering 'who gave that to him this time?', he spots you turning the corner, a nervous look on your face. he mutters out apologies as he bumps into people heading to their next class.

the hallway you're in now is empty. you stand in front of a classroom door, waiting. notably, suguru's math class.

satoru stands at the end of the corridor, behind the corner, as the classroom door opens to reveal his best friend, geto suguru.

"suguru!" you call, smile. your shoulders are straightened, you hold the letter in front of you. not scared to show him...

"oh, y/n, hey." he responds, grinning as well. the comfortability around you two was so strange to see. "what's up?"

satoru feels like he's buzzing out. he can't hear everything you're saying, but you look a bit excited yet anxious. he hears your sweet voice speak to his best friend with such kindness that he's jealous. sure, suguru was attactive and nice and he definitely didn't feed into the popularity like satoru did, but...

why did it have to be you who was interested in him?

"please, take this." you say, handing him the same letter you had before. except this time, satoru sees the 'g.s' on it. 'geto suguru'. and you take out a box of his favourite snacks to hand to him. "thank you for everything, again. you're the best."

suguru takes it with ease, seeing how you looked at him. his gaze softens as he takes the treat as well. "you're welcome, y/n. anything you need, i'll help with." he puts the letter in his own bag before slinging am arm around your shoulders. "now, what're your plans for after?"

he was blatantly asking you out now! right after satoru told him he had feelings for you! such betrayal!

you two walk to the other end of the hallway, in the direction of your literature class. satoru slumps against the wall, furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. after a second, he pushes his glasses up and lets out a slow exhale. he could get over this...

"gojo! may i please have a moment of your time?"

"wait no! me first!"

"gojo, can i talk to you?"

"please accept these!"

or maybe he couldn't.

valentines day was today and you danced into school with such confidence. you had a bouquet of flowers in your arms, chocolates of the sweetest kinds, and a bag of new perfume that you knew your crush would like.

you were so excited.

satoru, who was walking a few people behind you, was not.

he saw the amount of passion you put into the holiday, and it made him sick to know it was for his best friend. the guys was in such a bad mood, he ignored suguru and shoko's calls this morning to meet up and walk to school together like usual.

satoru clicked his tongue, thinking about how dramatic the whole valentines day idea was. really, who needed it all anyway?

in homeroom, he can hear your class (which is next to his, across the hall) start whooping and cheering when you walk in. and he knows it's you by the chants of your last name being heard. he sits in his chair in anguish.

"satoru, morning. finally." shoko says, sitting down as well. she grins, bitting the popsicle stick between her lips. "where are all of your valentines presents?"

"stuffed in my shoe locker and under my desk." he claimed, opening the top of it to showcase the blaring red and pink gifts. she picked at one pocky box, munching on the biscuits. "how about you?"

"i got a couple letters and cookies in my locker." she claims, shrugging her shoulders, "lots of 'em are from the badminton team. i don't know why."

satoru shrugs as well as soon as suguru sits down in front of him. the blue-eyed students scoffs, looking away.

"good morning, satoru." he says, noticing his friend's behaviour, "what's got his panties in a twist this morning? does he know we called him a hundred times?"

"i dunno'." shoko says, looking out the window to the school garden. "ask him."

"satoru, what's wrong? didn't get enough presents this year?" he teases, leaning in his chair to poke his head, "wake up late?"

but satoru angrily swats his hand away. the raven-haire boy blinks curiously before satoru glares at him. "why didn't you tell me you were interested in y/n?" he asks, hurt.

shoko looks back to the two boys, seeing suguru just as confused as she is. "you're into y/n?"

"what? no! who said that?" suguru retorts, hands up in defense, "i'm not interested in dating y/n, swear on my life."

"that's a lie!" satoru accuses, pointing a finger against his friend's nose, "shoko, i saw him and y/n all... all... familiar yesterday after period 2! he had his arm around them!"

"suguru..." shoko warns.

"wait wait, that's—you got it all wrong." suguru groans, now understanding. he digs through his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. "here. open it."

satoru pushes away the paper reading 'g.s'. "no way! i'm not reading y/n's love letter to you!"

"ugh! just open it!" suguru grunts, shoving it onto his desk.

satoru begrudgingly takes it and gently opens the letter, not wanting to rip it. once his eyes fall upon the page, he confirms that it's your handwriting.

'thank you for being the sweetest boy to me. i am truly honoured to know such a beautiful person, inside and out.'

satoru wants to barf.

'sitting near you in biology really helped me to understand you, satoru. you're not only a pretty face, but a world-class sweet tooth, a sucker for romantic cliches and a cologne-collector.'

satoru thinks this is the most beautiful thing he's ever read.

he contiues to read, expression changing, letting shoko and suguru understand his thoughts. the girl looks to the other boy, who shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

"i'm confused." shoko states, tilting her head.

"y/n isn't confessing to me, they're confessing—"

"y/n is confessing to me! me, satoru!" satoru exclaims, waving the letter around like a maniac. everyone else in the class was suddenly a listener, peaking at the trio. they were interested in finding out what the one confession that resulted in this reaction was. "oh my god, oh my god!"

suguru nods his head. placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "yes, yes, they are. i was meant to give you the letter this morning to read before homeroom, but someone was pissy." he scoffs, shaking his head, "so i had to go and tell y/n that plans had changed."

"you... helped y/n plan this all out?" satoru mumbles, "but you didn't even know!"

shoko chuckles, staring out the window again.

"i just said i wasn't paying attention so you didn't think i was snooping. which i was. and i only told you i knew y/n so you wouldn't get any ideas, like this." suguru circles the air with his finger, deadpanning at the clueless satoru, "you think anyone would do this without definitive proof the other person liked them?"

satoru continues to read the letter you wrote for him before his eyes land on the ending. "'please meet me at the school fountain before homeroom ends.'" he murmurs out, blinking, "suguru—"

"you were meant to go two minutes ago." his friend sings out, standing in front of shoko's desk. he points out the window, much like other students were doing in their own classrooms. "you should..."

when his friends turn around to him, satoru is already one foot out of the door. he's rushing downstairs (down three flights of stairs, actually) with your letter clutched in his hand. he almost flies into a couple teachers on the way to the garden, only for their attention to be caught by students opening the windows and pointing outside.

when he rushed through the doors to the garden, you're staring at the floor, still holding the flowers and gifts you brought to school with you. taking a moment to gather himself, satoru runs fingers through his hair and fixes his glasses. the pair you've complimented a thousand times.

satoru walks closer to you and when he catches your eye, you stand up straight and smile.

"satoru." you chime, not missing the thousand pairs of eyes that were following your every move. "good morning. happy valentines day."

you hold out the flowers to him. it's set in a nice box, and the treats are in a gift bag. when you give it to him, your smile is awkward but hopeful.

"happy valentines day, y/n." he replies, taking it from you. he sits down on the fountain edge, and you follow along. "i'm so sorry, i... i don't have anything for you."

"no, no, no." you retort, grinning, "it's fine. this was a surprise for you, anyway."

he sighs, "no, i'm sorry... please, let me make it up to you."

you laugh a little, placing a hand over his on his lap. the flowers were sat on the fountain with his gifts. "sure thing." you retort, "hey, suguru told me that this morning—"

"i'm sorry, i know, i just thought..." he begins, cutting you off. he looks embarrassed, heavy blush falling over his cheeks. "i saw you and suguru yesterday and you gave him that letter. had me thinkin' you were confessing to him instead of me."

you let out a small chuckle, making him gulp, "oh my goodness, i'm sorry, i didn't mean for you to see that. we were trying to be sneaky."

satoru's chest feels lighter, and he feels better just hearing it from you. he links his fingers with yours, facing you fully.

"ah, no it's fine." he tells you, the most purest form of adoration in his eyes that you can see from the top of his slanted down glasses. you grin softly. "listen, i have had a crush on you for months... and i was hoping that you'd go out with me. i want a chance to get to know you personally, away from any prying eyes."

you peer to the side, seeing the people watching you. they were practically hanging out the window, waving their hands and fighting to view the whole scene for themselves. cameras took photos and videos, capturing your moment with him.

"i'd love that, satoru." you say, scanning his face, "you're the best."

it only takes him a single second to reach his hand out and brush his thumb agaisnt your cheek. you don't freeze up though, only relaxing into him. he was the most inviting guy you've ever met.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice unwavering. his blue eyes are staring at your face with such kindness that it cannot be described.

you don't even say anything, only leaaning forward and pressing your lips to his. he's smiling against your lips, gentle hand caressing your cheek. your eyes flutter shut, holding his hand tightly.

cheers erupt from the school. screams and whoops from guys and girls alike. most students are heartbroken due to the obvious confession. nobody had even gotten that close to satoru. no one has been able to hold his hand, let alone get him to go crazy over a letter. you got him to race out of that classroom like a madman, and everyone was surely surprised.

the shouts die down as the kiss deescalates, many of the students sighing as they're forced to move on from the heart-throb gojo satoru.

when you pull away, satoru chases, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. your smile is wide and you pinch his cheek softly.

"you're such a drama queen, satoru." you say, standing up, "i was wondering why everyone started yelling and staring at me all of a sudden."

satoru stands with his presents, rubbing the back of his neck as he holds your hand. h goes to answer when a voice is heard from the fourth floor.

"the idiot took some convincing, y/n!" suguru shouts, waving his hand, "glad to know he's got some sense in him!"

"shut up, suguru!" satoru calls back, showing his fist.

"first period is about to start, you two!" the principle says through a window on the third floor, "this is all heart-warming, but you've failed two of ms kinoshita's classes, gojo!"

"r—right!" he retorts, pacing to the school entrance as people begin to 'ooh' at him. he looks back at you, smiling the brightest. "let's go out after school today, yeah? i'll buy you as many sweets as you want."

you chuckle, kissing his cheek, "my hero."

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru #satoru x reader

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 4 months

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Ocean Blue Eyes

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Summary: Even with her blade at his throat he still found her beautiful.

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Gotcha Jackson."

Although it took her five tries Y/N finally sent Percy's sword clattering on the rocky shore of the lake. As she regained her breath, her hold on her sword never waivered, holding her weapon up at her friend's throat waiting for him to make a move or say something but Percy's mind was elsewhere.

His blue eyes were trained onto her face drinking in the way her eyes gleamed under the sunlight, the way the beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of her flushed cheeks and the few wayward strands of her brown curls that managed to escape her bun and framed her face beautifully.

Y/N couldn't help but notice the shift in the atmosphere around them as they both stared at each other. Her breath got caught in her throat and Percy didn't miss that tiny detail, he made her nervous.

How had they gone from their training to having such an intense moment, she wondered.

"What?" Y/N didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep holding his gaze. There were flutters in her stomach, her cheeks were starting to get hotter and it wasn't because of the sun they were currently standing in.

"Percy-"

"You're beautiful."

Y/N lowered her sword in disbelief, had she heard him right? Percy took that as his chance to move closer to her still holding his intense gaze on her. Cupping her face in his palm, he inched closer and closer to her until their lips brushed against each other. Their eyes fluttered shut as their lips gently pressed together.

"Percy!"

Y/N was brought back to reality at the sound of Annabeth's voice a couple feet away. She managed to break away from the blue eyed demigod who seemed disappointed at the interruption.

"Thanks for the lesson Jackson, Annabeth." Y/N left the pair behind on the shore, turning back once to look back at them only to see those ocean blue eyes she loved staring right back at her.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson series

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ghostbsuter · 4 months

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"You're not supposed to be here." Peching on the roof edge is batman, staring down at the child crouched.

The child, blue-eyed and black haired, looks up at him with wide eyes. There is this weird but familiar feeling to the boy, like he'd know him, of his existence and his face– those eyes.

They remind him too much of Dick and Jason, have a hint of Tim as well, Damian's greens shining through the blue.

His hair has some blond spots, Stephanie his mind connects, and Batman shakes his head, denying these similarities.

The child is still watching him, head tilted and listening.

"Brother," Lady Gotham's voice echoes by his side, Bruce gives her an acknowledged nod.

"This one," she appears around the child, something Bruce has never seen his sister do before. Closer than any civilian she'd ever protected.

Batman re analyses the moment, finally taking the similarities to his former partners/children and tensing.

"Is mine." Her hands, borderline claws, hold the child gently, Lady Gotham is careful in her handling, crooning.

Bruce nods slow, accepting. "What's his name?"

"He prefers Danny." The shadows flicker around Batman's feet, unbothered.

"Is there a reason he shares the features of every Robin?"

Lady Gotham smiles knowingly, picking up her boy with bright eyes.

"Just as I am created by people's beliefs and wishes," she pets the unruly black hair. "So is he when you first got Robin."

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #Danny is the manifestation of the Robin rumor #he the classic Waynw scowl #Lady Gotham is Bruce Wayne's sister #BRUCE GOT HIS FIRST NEPHEW!!!#and hes literlaly made out of every robin #hows he gonna tell jason abt rhis #another prince of gotham is born

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spacedace · 29 days

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Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

#dpxdc #jazz fen #jason todd #social worker jazz #social worker jazz fenton #anger management ship #anger management #pre anger management #jason todd x jazz fenton #i don't know why i keep writing scenes where Jazz writes resumes to apply to work for crime bosses but it just feels right in my soul okay #the real reason Jason wears a full face helmet is so people can't tell when he utterly fails to hide his emotions about something #the idea of social worker jazz working in crime alley has completely consumed me mind body and soul

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ i was there too wasn’t’ i?| satoru/suguru

SYNOPSIS: You, Suguru, and Satoru all meet up after a messy breakup, will you guys reconnect?

CONTENTS: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Choking, Toxic, Threesome, Thruple, All dating each other.

WC because it’s long: 3.3k

All three of you sat across the circle shaped table-distance from each other.

awkward.

You pick up the frappuccino you were drinking and take a sip. The atmosphere in the cafe was busy, and the smell of pastries filled your nose.

“Ahem!” Satoru says obnoxiously, picking up his mug filled with tea.

You and Suguru both roll your eyes, avoiding each other's gaze. Suguru slides down in his seat, spreading his legs and looking ahead of him.

“Why the fuck did you call us here?” Suguru says sitting up.

You all broke up with each other three months ago; yes, you three were basically a thruple. Went on dates with each other, fucked each other, and the whole ordeal

"I didn’t call any of you!” You yell out, slamming the plastic cup on the table.

Suguru scrunches his face in annoyance and disgust, leaning back in his seat.

“No one was talking to you, y/n, guess you haven’t changed,” he spits out, resting his arm on the armrest and avoiding your gaze.

Did I mention it was a messy breakup?

Satoru slides his mug on the table, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I didn’t call you guys either; I want nothing to do with either of you,” he says, rolling his eyes.

Suguru scoffs, resting his head on his hand, mumbling, “Right back at you.”

Satoru sits up, squinting his eyes. “The fuck you say?”

You sigh, sliding in your seat, ignoring the whole situation.

Suguru leans up, smirking, “You heard what the fuck I said.”

“Can you guys stop? You’re embarrassing.” You say with your face scrunched in disgust.

Satoru scoffs, leaning back and tapping his finger on the arm rest. This was bullshit. He could’ve been doing something more important than dealing with two motherfuckers who wasted two years of his life.

You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, and your head spins. Shoko is there with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey y/n," she says, rubbing your back. You scrunch your face, turning in her direction.

“So it was you?” Suguru spits out in annoyance; he was just as over it as the rest of you.

He couldn’t be bothered with any of you, not even Shoko.

Shoko tilts her head in confusion, stuffing one hand in her pocket. “What?”

Satoru rolls his eyes, sighing, “The one who sent the message, don’t act like you don’t know; it’s embarrassing, telling us to come.”

Shoko nods her head slowly, still not understanding what you guys meant. "Mmm, no? I didn’t even know you guys got back together.”

“We didn’t!” the three of you say in unison. You groan, fidgeting in your seat. Shoko rubs your back again before sliding her hand off.

"Well, I have to go; someone is waiting for me. Don’t kill each other.” She says walking off.

You quickly slide out of your seat, about to walk off. “She’s leaving, just like she always does," Satoru says.

You feel his glare pierce into you, along with Sugurus. The thing about this whole situation was that everyone was at fault.

Everyone was hated equally: Suguru hates you, you hate Satoru, Satoru hates Suguru, you hate Suguru, etc.

“Fuck off, you blue-eyed freak.” Satoru slides his chair back, jumping up.

"Wow, what a mature comeback!” Satoru yells, and you scoff, taking another step before Suguru grabs your jacket.

“Wait, everyone, just stop. We should all just talk, especially since no one wants to admit who texted who.”

At this point, everyone is staring at you guys, whispering. You didn’t want to, but he was right.

At the end of the day, neither of you got closure, so maybe this could fix that.

Satoru rolls his eyes, flopping back in his seat.

"Okay, but not here; people are staring.” you say as you take your bag off the seat you were sitting in.

Suguru slides out of his seat, sliding his wallet off the table. “We can do it at my place; I drove here.”

Satoru slides out of his seat, and the three of you begin walking towards his car. Satoru is walking next to Suguru, and you’re behind.

Both their hair got longer: Suguru's midback and Satoru’s near the middle of his neck. Suguru also got a new piercing, one in his lip, and Satoru’s style changed.

Tiny changes you thought to yourself, did you change?

You guys arrive at the car, and all of you get in. You blink your eyes and realize you’re in the backseat.

“Wait, why the hell am I in the back?” you say, scooting up to the both of them.

They both put on their seatbelts, and Satoru sighs dramatically, “Still whining; you really don’t change, huh?"

Suguru puts the car in reverse, putting his arm behind the passenger seat and hitting you in the nose.

“Ow!” you let out. He slips his hand back to the front once he’s out, and you slip back up.

“Also, it’s only been a few months; people don’t change automatically!” You yell in Satoru’s ear, and he takes his elbow, pushing you back, while Suguru ignores the two of you.

“Ugh! My point is, a breakup is supposed to make you realize your wrongdoings, yet you’re still the same.”

You sit back in your seat, sliding to the seat behind Satoru to avoid his eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but his words hurt.

“Why are you guys acting like I'm the only one at fault?” You mumble out, resting your head on the window.

Suguru looks back at you, then back at the road. “It’s not; it’s also Satoru's." He says, You lift your head up, and Satoru snaps his head to Suguru with his eyebrow cocked.

“Fuck off! and it’s not yours?” He yells out. Suguru is still looking ahead. Jaw clenched, the car was filled with unresolved issues and tension you could cut with a knife.

“Never said it wasn’t.” He spits out, and Satoru groans, laying his head on the window, matching you.

After that, it stayed silent until you guys got to Suguru's apartment building. The walk inside was awkward; the elevator ride was awkward; everything was just dreadful.

Each of you step inside the apartment door one by one, you slip your shoes off, and walks to the couch throwing your bag down, flopping down.

Satoru slides off his jacket, throwing it on the bar stool in the kitchen. "Suguru, I'm surprised you can still afford this apartment after I stopped paying your rent.”

Suguru clenches his jaw and then his fist; he really knew how to get under his skin.

You stay silent, crossing your legs and leaning your head back against the soft couch. the couch, you guys—

“Okay, time to talk.” Suguru says sliding the coffee table to the side, replacing it with a chair from the kitchen.

Satoru flops down beside you, keeping the distance, like you were a nasty stain he didn’t want to touch.

“Where should we start?” You say, leaning forward, laying your hands on your lap.

Suguru leans forward, legs spread, with his hands clasped together and his fingers intertwined.

"Why did we break up maybe?” You nod slowly, looking over to Satoru, who’s looking back at you.

You guys would get into arguments every other day; that particular day, everyone’s emotions were on 10. There wasn’t a specific pin point.

There were "I hate you" flying around the room, “Run into traffic.” “Stop deflecting; you always do that shit!” “Fucking slut, you just fuck everyone, huh?"

Memories flood your mind of that rough argument, but not what started it.

An explosive argument they couldn’t explain even if they tried to.

Satoru shrugs his shoulder, leaning on the inside of the armrest. Suguru leans back, tapping his foot.

“Mm, well?” Suguru asks, scratching his forehead, one hand folded under him.

You tilt your head, peeking over to Satoru, staring at Suguru, practically drooling, his eyes glued to him.

You scrunch your face in disgust, looking away. Wait, where were they?

“What’s going on?” You ask sitting up. Your stomach dropped at the possibility. Were they really screwing behind your back?

Were you really that bad that they wanted nothing more to do with you?

Satoru and Suguru both look at you with their eyes squinted.

“What?” Satoru says, turning his body toward you and crossing his legs.

“What do you guys have going on?” You ask louder than the previous question, and your heart rate quickens as the palms get sweatier.

Suguru scoffs, looking out the big window beside him. "Nothing," he says, quick-witted.

"Satoru, you still want him, don’t you?” you ask, breathing out.

Satoru stays silent, rubbing his arm and turning his head. He opted out; he was aware you already knew.

Suguru looks at Satoru, then at you, your throat tightening. You wanted it to not hurt, but the truth was that it did.

Why not you? What did you lack? Why was everything falling on you? Why couldn’t they ache for you, look for you, and cry out for you? like they did for each other.

Your words can’t come out, and your breathing is limited. You had to let this go, though. Once you get your answer, you’re done with them.

They can fuck and be together; you wouldn’t care.

“We were toxic... That was the nail in the wood.” You breathe out, and there you go.

Suguru nods immediately upon hearing those words, “pretty much.”

Satoru stays silent, not saying anything; he didn’t see it; toxic was too harsh of a word.

Suguru looks at Satoru, cocking his eyebrow in annoyance and bouncing his legs up and down.

“What’s the problem?” he asks.

Satoru shrugs his shoulder, looking at you, then says, "I don’t see it... I have to disagree.”

You and Suguru both groan. Your vision focuses in front of you, then towards the side, looking at Satoru.

“May 5th, last year. that huge fight, remember?” you ask, uncrossing your legs. Satoru taps his chin, pondering and trying to remember.

"No, that doesn’t go in the oven!” You yell out, pushing Satoru out of the way, and Suguru slips past you, running a bowl under the running cold water spraying from the faucet.

"Fuck, what are you doing, Suguru?" Satoru yells, trying to stop the water from spraying everywhere.

Water is bursting from the broken faucet, water is spraying on the floor, the oven is overheating, and the garlic bread that was in there is now burned.

Suguru drops the bowl in the sink, sighing, "I'm not dealing with this shit.” He says this while walking over the water puddle that formed in the kitchen.

You cough from the smoke cocking your eyebrow. “The fuck? Are you leaving right now?” you ask as Satoru presses his hand against the spraying faucet.

“You see me physically walking, right?” Suguru asks in a condescending tone, walking towards his jacket in the living room.

Satoru groans, rolling his eyes, giving up on holding the faucet and letting it spray. You drop the pan you were previously holding, letting it fall to the floor.

“You know what? Fuck you, useless piece of shit.” you say, stomping away. Before you could walk all the way towards your bedroom, Satoru grabbed your arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, let’s all just clean and calm down.” He says in a pleading voice, his grip on your arm tightening.

You snatch your arm away, scoffing, “Say that to the motherfucker who’s leaving; he always does this.”

Suguru groans, holding his head back. He hated this. Every disagreement, every argument, something was getting thrown in his face.

Suguru throws his jacket back on the couch, stomping to the kitchen and picking up the pan. “Fucking fine, fuck.”

You push past him, ignoring his words, “You’re a bitch, dude, seriously.” You spit out, bending down and opening the cabinet under the sink.

“The fuck you say?” Suguru says, tossing the pan on the counter and walking towards you, leaning down towards your level.

Satoru walks towards him, grabbing his arm; this doesn’t need to go any further.

“Stop, just leave it and help us," Satoru says in a soft, almost whispered voice. Suguru clenches his fists, stepping back.

You grab two small towels from under the sink and toss them on the floor, knowing they will get drenched.

Suguru walks over to where he tossed the pan, grabbing it and walking towards the sink. "I'm going to say this once, but watch your mouth, y/n.” his words spitting like venom.

Satoru groans to himself as he walks towards the sink, slipping through Suguru and covering the spraying water again.

You slip out of the kitchen, grabbing a bigger towel out of the hallway closet. “Or fucking what? Leave me alone," you spit out back.

"Hey!” Satoru shouts out, his voice booming throughout the apartment. You flinch at the sound of his voice staying silent; Suguru, on the other hand, does not.

"No, no, let her say her piece; let’s hear her bullshit.” Suguru says, turning towards Satoru.

Satoru scrunches his face up and says, "No! What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s over. Leave it.”

Suguru scoffs, balling his fist up, "Actually, no, let’s talk about you. Who was that on your phone?”

Your head spins as you slam the closet door unintentionally. "Huh?" You say, Suguru looks back to you, then to Satoru.

Satoru swallows, folding his arm against his chest. “We’re looking through each other's things now?"

Suguru slaps the countertop, walking closer towards him. “Since when did I not? You both know I check.”

Satoru begins to storm off before Suguru grabs his throat, pulling him back against his chest. Your eyes widen, storming over and gripping his wrist.

“Hey stop!” You yell out, Suguru, quickly let’s go pushing past you.

Satoru squirms in his seat, avoiding everyone's gaze. Oh yeah, "I guess," he mutters out.

Fighting wasn’t always like that, but when y’all did fight, it was hell.

“Can we just start being honest here? Satoru was manipulative.” you say, clasping your hands together.

Satoru turns his head to you at the speed of light and says, "What the hell?! Suguru was too violent.”

Suguru stands up quickly from the last word that was said “Hey! No I wasn’t.” Satoru stands up along with him, pointing towards you.

"Y/N literally just told a story of you choking me!" Suguru scoffs, folding his arms. He rolls his eyes at the accusation of him being violent.

You sigh, looking out the big window. Satoru looks at you with his lip perched up.

“Let’s not act like y/n is an angel either.” Satoru spits out, and you turn your head, standing up at the speed of light.

"I never said I was! If anything, you two make sure I never think I did anything wrong.”

Suguru scoffs, looking down at his feet, his hair falling forward. Satoru bursts out laughing, clapping his hands.

“Wow, you never stop playing victim, do you?” He says leaning on the arm of the couch.

That wasn’t true. You always lived up to what happened. Denying what happened would only make things worse.

“What do you want me to say? I manipulated you guys. choked y’all out? punched you? huh?” Your hands are clammy from the stress, your head is spinning, and tears start forming in your eyes.

Suguru picks his head up, looking at you, his gaze softening at the pathetic sight in front of him.

"I manipulated you guys, lied, and took my anger out on you guys; we all did it to each other.” Suguru says, the words slipping out of his mouth like butter, almost like he was waiting to say them.

The room is silent as the words float around. Suguru flops back into his seat, folding his hands in his lap. Satoru does the same, resting his elbow on the arm rest.

You sit back down, crossing your legs. He was right; that’s why everyone was silent. Everyone blamed each other for the things they were also doing to deflect and act like a better person, but you always knew you weren’t.

Your head begins to ache as more memories float in your head: Suguru screaming at you and Satoru, You degrading Suguru, Satoru spitting his venomous words at Suguru, you shaming Satoru—the same pattern.

"I love you guys.” Satoru says, and you and Suguru's heads turn towards him.

Satoru’s head is down, and he’s fidgeting with his hands. Those words hit you like a bus, your response clenched in your throat.

Suguru's palms get sweaty, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

“It’s only been a few months; feelings just don’t go away.” he says

Your head shoots to Suguru, and you’re sending daggers his way. Satoru was always expressive, but for Suguru to spit that out was ridiculous.

“Are you serious? Why can’t you just say it back?” You say, balling your fists in anger. Satoru looks at you, then backs down, avoiding Suguru's gaze.

Suguru stares out the window, his fingers playing with each other. It’s not like he didn’t want to say it.

It was hard. What was going to happen when he said it back? It was never this hard before, but he knows he’s weak.

That look you gave him, those dreadful words that crawled out of Satoru’s mouth, he knew he would fall back into both sets of arms.

Maybe that’s what he wanted.

"I won’t deny it; I love you both too.” You say, staring into your lap.

Suguru looks at you, and Satoru looks back up, turning his head in your direction. Those words were always special coming from you.

The silence in the air seemed to be getting easier to breathe.

"I love you... y/n, satoru.” He breathes out, almost in a whisper, his chest clenched in ache.

How could you all go your separate ways after this? But was the relationship that was shattered repaired after this?

You burst into tears as tears slid down Satoru’s face. His words were stabbing through you like a rusty dagger, but it felt good.

You try to muffle your sobs but can't; memories of all the sweet things he would say to you both, touching you guys, reassuring nothing would happen, but now it doesn’t feel the same.

Pathetically crying over two men like this.

Suguru stands up, walking over to you both, kneeling in front of the couch. Grabbing your thigh, rubbing it, and doing the same to Satoru’s thigh.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, his thumb sliding over to your inner thigh with every swipe. You sniffle, slowly holding back your cries.

It felt so comforting under his touch.

Satoru looks over to you, reaching his arm out and rubbing yours. Your red eyes looking over at him as he slides closer to you.

Your body heats up from his touch. This was it; this was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t hate each other; you were all just hurt.

Hurt from the past, the rough touches, and the harsh words being thrown at each other.

You and Satoru’s eyes are glued to each other, his hand sliding down to your forearm. He leans closer, and your heart begins to beat out of your chest. Your throat is tightening, and the hand on your thigh, rubbing in comfort, is now sliding in between your inner thigh.

Your eyes shoot in the direction of the other hand, and it’s doing the same to Satoru's. Your eyes shoot back to Satoru’s, your cheeks heating in embarrassment.

This was far from the first time you guys have had sex, but you were so nervous and sweaty that you were sure you were going to slip out of the seat.

Satoru’s hand comes up to your neck. squeezing it and leaning in, he pecks your lips a couple of times to let you know what’s about to happen.

Fuck it.

You kiss back, his lips soft and sweet from the tea he was previously drinking. Sugurus hand pushes your leg open more, and you spread your other one out.

Your body is heating up faster than a house in the winter. You take your hand and place it on Satoru’s cheek. His kisses are getting sloppier; your eyes shoot to Suguru as he’s spreading Satoru’s legs.

He looks at you, sliding his hand further up. “Don’t focus on me; keep going.” his husky voice sliding through your ears.

You close your eyes, continuing to kiss Satoru, his other hand slipping down to his lap and lying on top of Sugurus.

“Just like that. Can you take your pants and underwear off for me? both of you.” Your heart is quickening at the question.

Satoru takes his hand off your neck, sliding his pants and underwear off with ease while still kissing you. You do the same, and Suguru slides your panties off your feet.

His fingers inch closer to your entrance, his rings occasionally sliding over your skin. He removes his hands, sticking two fingers in his mouth, then taking his other hand and spitting on it.

Suguru wraps his hand around Satoru’s dick and slides a finger inside you. You flinch at his touch and moan into Satoru’s mouth.

You can feel his sharp gaze on the both of you; it made you feel good.

Suguru slowly wraps his mouth around Satoru’s dick, his tongue swirling around. Satoru moans into your mouth as he takes his hand and wraps it back around your neck.

Suguru slides his other finger in slowly, your legs spreading further as the pleasure increases.

Satoru moans into your mouth as Suguru's tongue slides over his tip repeatedly.

The cold rings sliding in and out of you at a steady pace send shivers all through you. Satoru removes his mouth from yours, salvia coated around both of your mouths.

He’s staring you in the eyes like he’s ready to eat you whole. His mouth latches to your neck as he sucks, the sudden feeling causing you to moan.

Before he could continue, Satoru pulled away from you, moaning, “Fuck, I'm about to cum, stop.” he says, grabbing Suguru's hair.

Suguru shakes his head as Satoru’s dick is deep down his throat, spit dripping from his bottom lip.

He slips his fingers out of you, wrapping them around Satoru’s dick.

Satoru quickly replaces his fingers and slips them inside you. You couldn’t catch your breath and let out a soft moan.

His body is collapsing on you, and as his fingers still move into you, you take your hands and put them around him, sliding his shirt up.

He takes the hint and helps you remove his shirt. You grab the shirt, tossing it on the floor. You do the same to your shirt, sliding it off and tossing it.

His hips are moving, thrusting into Suguru's mouth, biting his lips, trying to muffle his moans.

You grin, leaning towards his ear, whispering, “It’s okay, keep going... cum in his mouth.” His body relaxes after those words.

His body releases along with his cum. You look down, staring at Suguru, taking his load, quickly swallowing. He detaches, pulling his dick out of his mouth, quickly taking his arm, and pulling him off the couch. As he gets up, his fingers slide out of you.

He pulls your arm up with him, and Suguru leads the way to his room. Once everyone is in, he quickly slams the door, latching onto you.

His lips are eager to eat yours as his hands travel all around your naked body. The two of you are kissing and walking towards the bed.

When the back of your thighs meets the end of the bed ,you sit, he detaches from your lips licking his his.

“Slide up and spread your legs.” He demands. You obey and hurriedly slide on the bed.

Satoru smirks and walks towards the bed, climbing on the bed, his mouth oozing at the site. His white hair messy and hanging in his face, Suguru behind him stripping off his clothes.

Satoru slowly inches closer to your center, taking his arms and wrapping them around your thighs, his fingertips digging in.

Suguru gets on the bed, placing both hands on Satoru’s ass and leaning forward. You both make eye contact, and his eyes are filled with lust.

Something you haven’t seen in a long time; you needed him.

Suguru leans off the bed to the nightstand and opens the little drawer under it. He pulls out a strip of condoms and lube.

Your eyes watch his every move intently. Satoru licks a long line down your slit, startling you. Your eyes dart down to him, staring at you with his tongue out, connecting to your core.

He takes a stripe of your clit, which instantly sends a sharp shiver down your spine.

Your hand grabbing his hair, your hips moving forward, and the headache you had earlier fading away. It’s been so long since either one of them touched you; you missed it and ached for it.

He takes one hand off your thigh, sliding it down to your core as his thumb presses your clit.

“Satoru!” You yell out, and he chuckles as he thrusts his tongue inside you, rubbing your clit at the same speed.

Your back arches at his touch, the wetness of his tongue feels you up, and his jaw moves up and down, taking you all in.

Suguru sticks the condom wrapper in his mouth, tearing it, pulling it out, and quickly sliding it on with ease. He tosses the wrapper on the floor and takes the lube bottle squeezing the cold wet liquid on his dick.

“Satoru, I'm going to stretch you out before I go in.” He says in a soft voice as he squeezes some out of his fingers, coating them all around, including his rings.

Satoru mutters a “mhm” as he’s still eating you, the sound vibrating off your core and making you squirm.

Suguru takes one finger, sliding it into Satoru. He moans into you, arching his back. Suguru slides his finger in and out before inserting another finger inside.

You watch as he does this biting your lower lip, trying to hold your moans. Suguru looks at you, smirking, and pulls his fingers out, gripping his ass.

"Im done, are you ready?” He asked Satoru, and he pulled away from you, his chin wet and glistening.

"Yeah, hurry," he pleads, his dick twitching with pre-cum dripping on the sheets. Suguru slowly slides himself inside, gripping the cheeks below him.

Satoru winces against you in the sharp pain, and Suguru takes himself all out, thrusting into him again with force.

“Fuck!!” Satoru cries out. You grip his hair, pulling him into you, and you roll your hips into him.

Suguru thrusts into Satoru harder each time, his licks getting slower and sloppier.

“Keep eating; I want to see her squirt all over the bed.” Suguru says, slapping the cheeks below him, causing Satoru to yell out from beneath him.

“Fuck!!! s... stop!” He says,going back to lick you, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a quickened pace.

He’s now pressing down into your core as Suguru slams into him, “Tell me how good she tastes.” Suguru demands as he rubs his rough hands on him.

Satoru’s eyes are fighting to keep from rolling. He tries to hold his head up, but the pleasure rising below him almost pop like fireworks.

"You... you taste so good, baby.” He says quickly, trying to get all the words out. His mouth latches back onto your core, sucking your clit, curving his finger inside of you and hitting your sweet spot.

“Ah! Satoru, I'm about to... You couldn’t finish your sentence; moans immediately fell out. He continues to tap that sweet spot, sucking your clit more aggressively.

There’s nothing but moans and skin slapping.

You take your hand, gripping your tits, and put your nipple between both your index finger and thumb finger, pinching it.

Pleasure rolling through you and rolling back out. You blink your eyes, looking down at Satoru; he’s leaning out, your wetness dripping off his chin.

That was a sight for sore eyes.

With his fingers pulling out of you, Suguru slams into him once more, causing his head to collapse on you.

“Fuck her," Suguru says. Your eyes widen, and Satoru turns his head, looking at him.

Suguru slides his hand to the front of Satoru, gripping his dick stroking it

"Fuck, okay, okay. Pass me a condom.”

Your eyes light up; you haven’t had sex in months, and knowing Satoru still knew where your sweet spots were, you knew he would fuck the daylights out of you.

Suguru grabs the condoms from the side of him, holding them out.

Satoru leans up, his chest against Sugurus. His hand still gripping his throbbing dick, sliding his thumb over his sticky tip.

Satoru rips open the wrapper, and your core starts to throb with anticipation.

Suguru removes his hand from his dick, grabbing his hips. Satoru slides the condom on, then grabs his dick, lining himself up with your core.

Suguru thrusts into Satoru, catching him off guard. He quickly slides himself into you, and you gasp with surprise and pleasure.

As Suguru continues to thrust into him, Satoru does the same. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing his jaw, his hands gripping your tits, and your other pressing into the mattress, holding himself up.

You clench around him as his dick inches closer to your sweet stop. Suguru is getting more aggressive with his thrusts. He throws his head back as he’s reaching his climax.

He’s gripping Satoru's cheeks more aggressively, and your fingers dig into his back. Your body is getting hotter, and the knot in your lower stomach is about to burst.

“ha… harder.” You breathe out, Suguru hears you, and he thrusts into Satoru harder, causing his body to slam into you, hitting your sweet spot like a magical button.

Your back arches and moans from everyone erupt, bouncing off the room walls. Satoru collapses into you, his head falling on your chest.

Suguru quickly pulls out, breathing hard. He gives the ass under him another hard smack before pulling Satoru up.

His eyes are blank, and there’s a trickle of drool on the side of his mouth.

“Let’s all wash up.” You nod mindlessly and still lay there. Suguru sighs, dropping Satoru back on the bed and walking towards you, picking you up.

After a couple of hours of you all washing each other and hydrating, you’re all in bed wearing the old clothes you and Satoru left before the whole breakup.

Suguru is in the center of the bed, lying down, as both of his hands wrap around you and Satoru, both of you on opposite sides.

"I'm so fucking exhausted.” Satoru says, rubbing his face against Suguru's chest. You reach your hand over, rubbing his face. He smiles at your touch, putting his hand over yours.

“We’re all together again.” Suguru says, breathing out with his eyes closed. You look up again, then back at Satoru, who’s looking back at you.

"I want it to stay like this," you say almost in a whisper. Satoru takes your hand from his face, intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s going to stay like this. I love you both.” You smile, then look up at Suguru, who’s grinning.

"I love you," you both say back to Satoru in unison.

You smile to yourself, recalling how you all started dating.

You slide the blue notebook from your bag, laughing, “Won’t it be kind of weird to like... date each other.”

Suguru and Satoru both stare blankly at each other, then at you. "No," they say in unison.

You instantly drop your book, looking at them dumbfounded.

The three of you weren’t the whole “three peas in a pod thing.” You all were three different individuals who formed individual connections with each other and developed feelings; it was only natural.

The three of you loved each other equally, even if people didn’t believe that. You all had each other; that’s all that mattered.

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