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TWTHH Spinoff: Written in the Stars [1]

Pairing: military strategist!Mingi x royal physician!reader

AU: historical au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Mingi had spent countless years searching for the angel who saved his life when he was on the verge of death. He believed god was on his side when she finally reappeared before him, but she was now so near yet so far, so unobtainable. No longer just a young medical trainee, she had become an esteemed royal physician—a woman working within the palace walls. And what did that mean? It meant she now belonged to His Majesty.

A/N: As stated in the title, this is a spinoff. If you have yet to check out the main story, it's probably better to read that before starting this.

Main Story | Spinoff Masterlist | Part 2

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Just focus on me, okay? You can hear me, right?" a sweet, gentle female voice called out, followed by a soft touch on his cheek. Mingi forced his eyes open in disbelief—how could a woman be in the war zone? As he cracked his eyes open, he was breathless at the sight of a beautiful angel before him.

You smiled in relief, cupping his face delicately. "That's right. Everything will be okay. I'll make all the pain go away. Just stay with me, soldier. Can you do that?"

He nodded weakly, his once weakening heartbeat now pounding in his chest. "A-anything for you, my lady…"

"Quite a flirt, aren't you?" you teased, reassured that he was still well enough to be playful. He was the most critical soldier on site, and you had been immediately assigned to him as soon as you and a team of medical experts arrived to treat the injured soldiers.

Your breath had hitched when you first saw him, your heart nearly stopping at the sight of the blood caking his body, a huge gash on his abdomen, and countless other cuts. Without wasting a second, you settled beside him and did everything you could to keep him conscious. He was losing too much blood, and if he remained unconscious any longer, you might lose him. For now, you had no choice but to multitask by treating him and keeping him distracted.

Anything to keep him awake.

"N-no, only for you…" he croaked, and you breathed out a laugh, your hands busy cleaning his wounds, unfazed by his bare upper body. Sure, he had a great physique, but so did most soldiers around here and many other patients you'd treated. His clichéd and sweet words were also nothing new to you. Patients delirious from blood loss often behaved this way.

He held onto your hand when the stinging pain became a little too unbearable as you cleaned the open wound that was still bleeding profusely. You placed your other hand gently over his, stroking his skin in an attempt to comfort him. "It's okay, soldier. I know it hurts, but it will be alright."

With care, you slowly moved his hand back to his side before continuing. You could feel his awed gaze fixed on you, but you didn't mind; it meant he was conscious, and that was all you needed. Through a sharp wince, he choked out, "W-when this is all over, will you please allow me the h-honour of courting you, my lady?"

You raised an eyebrow in amusement, shaking your head in disbelief at his bold question. No matter how flirty other soldiers could get, none had ever dared to ask to court you. This was a first. With a shrug, you decided perhaps a little white lie wouldn't hurt too much.

"We'll talk about it when you're fully recovered. How's that sound?"

Smiling weakly through his pain, he nodded. "Sounds wonderful."

You continued tending to his wounds, your touch gentle but efficient. Despite the gravity of his injuries, he kept his eyes on you, drawing strength from your presence. The battlefield around you faded as you focused entirely on keeping him alive.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the worst was over. You had cleaned and dressed his wounds, stopping the bleeding and stabilising him for now. You leaned back, wiping the sweat from your brow, and gave him a reassuring smile.

"There, all done. You just need to rest and let your body heal."

He nodded, exhaustion evident in his eyes, but there was a glimmer of hope as well. "Thank you… for everything."

You patted his shoulder. "Just doing my job. Now, get some rest."

As you stood up to move on to the next patient, you couldn't help but glance back at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. Shaking your head, you reminded yourself that it was just his delirium speaking. No man would want to court a lady simply after taking a single glance at her. He didn't know you well enough to feel that way. He would probably forget all about you by the time he was healed.

The same way you would forget him.

Only you were completely wrong about that. The first thing Mingi thought about when he regained consciousness was you. He lay in bed for weeks afterwards, with different physicians checking on him regularly, but never the angel who had saved him from moving on to the afterlife, the one who had comforted him during the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced.

When he tried to ask for you, he realised he didn't even know your name or designation. He had no information about you other than that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen—a description not very helpful for others to identify you.

Just like the wind, you were gone.

He never saw you again, but that was when his search for you began. He remained hopeful even as years passed. He didn't know why he was so fixated on one woman he knew nothing about. But you weren't just another woman. You were the one who saved his life, the first one he had the courage to ask out, and most importantly, you hadn't said no to him yet.

So that had to mean something. He must have a chance; he just needed to find you.

Even when all his friends, family, colleagues, and nearly the whole world called him a fool for being so hung up on someone he had only met once, someone he might never see again, he refused to give up. As a soldier and now a military strategist, he rarely interacted with women, and even when he did, they were often intimidated by his appearance and put off by his dangerous job. They rarely saw him as a marriage prospect.

That was why he couldn't move on from you. Your delicate treatment all those years ago had left an indelible mark on his heart. He could still remember every single touch of your fingertips on his skin, and he longed to have you close again.

His colleagues would laugh, calling him a fool. "You're chasing a ghost," they said. "She might not even be real." But Mingi knew better. He had felt your touch, heard your voice, and seen the kindness in your eyes. You were real, and you were out there somewhere. You had to be.

He devoted every spare moment to finding you, combing through records and speaking to anyone who might have known the medical trainees from that time. His friends often found him lost in thought, staring out into the distance, clearly fixated on a memory that had become his driving force, always looking for 'his one.'

When he finally found you again, he didn't expect it to be again in the war zone, where the conflict with Ruhon had just ended and the injured General Park was absent. He remembered hearing your delicate voice stand out amidst the sea of men blocking your way as you firmly tried to push through, unfazed by the soldiers surrounding you—a quality he greatly admired.

"Forgive us, ma'am. Women are not permitted here," one of the soldiers explained. Mingi recalled pushing through the crowd to hear your response: "Yes, I know that, but you don't understand. I'm here on His Majesty's orders. We received word that General Park has been poisoned, and I've been sent specifically to treat him."

I finally found you, my one.

At that moment, seeing you again was all that mattered. You were all he could see and hear. He was so fixated on the fact that you were right in front of him that he hadn't yet processed the implication of you being a royal female physician.

None of that was important as he cleared his throat, his deep voice booming across the space. "Let her through."

"But sir, the general isn't even here—"

The military strategist sighed. "I said let the lady through, soldier."

"Y-yes, sir."

He basked in your appreciative smile as the crowd finally dispersed, allowing you space to breathe and enter the camp after what felt like an eternity of being stranded outside. You had travelled far and long, and the last thing you needed was to be asked to return to the palace without a proper explanation. You had been sent to treat the poisoned military general—how could you explain to His Majesty if you returned empty-handed?

Following the tall man who politely introduced himself as General Officer Song, you immediately knew who he was. He was a renowned military strategist, the only one competent enough to be acknowledged by the great General Park Seonghwa.

"Thank you for intervening," you said, matching his brisk pace.

"Not a problem. It's an honour to have you here," he replied, his voice steady and respectful. "Royal Physician...?"

Your eyes widened in realisation at your lack of self-introduction. "Oh, how rude of me for not introducing myself. Please address me as Royal Physician Ahn."

"It's nice to meet you, Royal Physician Ahn," he said, pausing for a moment to take in your appearance, hoping you might recognise him. His heart sank slightly when you merely returned his smile courteously. "Pleasure to meet you as well, General Officer Song. Now, if you'll just take me to the general."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "He's not here, my lady."

You halted your steps. "Wh-what do you mean he's not here?"

He gestured to the main tent, beckoning for you to follow. "Please, I'll explain everything."

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort around him, though you couldn't quite place it. Little did you know, the man beside you had been searching for you since that fateful day, driven by a memory that had never faded. And now, with you by his side, he was determined not to let you slip away again.

Except that might not be his choice to make.

"Don't you ever regret becoming a woman of the palace, unnie? I mean, look at that—it must be nice to be in love," Subin, your colleague and childhood friend, said as she nudged your shoulder, nodding toward the second prince and his wife. They were the only royal couple so far to marry out of love and not duty, and the two were taking a stroll in the nearby cherry blossom garden.

You shook your head with a small smile. "We've been over this, Subin-ah. Love is a luxury for people like us. Besides, we now belong to His Majesty, and nothing can change that. Watch your words and don't let anyone catch you saying things like that."

As much as you agreed with her and thought it would be nice to have someone to love and be loved in return, you knew there was no point in dwelling on the impossible. Any chance of that was taken away from the moment you both decided to pursue careers as royal physicians. Not that you had much of a choice—both you and Subin were orphaned at a young age, the only survivors of a plague-ridden village that had claimed your families.

Left with nothing, you had begged the exhausted medical practitioners, who were struggling to treat as many infected people as they could at that time, to take you both in, promising to work in any way you could as payment. Feeling sympathetic and touched by your determination, they agreed, and you grew up as apprentices to these struggling physicians, promising to repay them when you were older. And you did, by signing up to enter the palace. It was the most successful path for any medical practitioner, and with your income, the dingy clinic run by your saviours could finally survive steadily.

However, this success came at a price.

Palace rules dictated that any woman working within belonged to the King. In other words, you were his property. Once you held an official position within the palace, you could never marry or have children unless it was with His Majesty himself, if one was lucky—or unlucky enough—depending on how one viewed it. Most palace women would work until their death and be buried within the palace walls. Only in rare and special cases were some granted the privilege to retire and leave the palace to live out the rest of their lives as they pleased.

You sighed, looking at your friend. "As much as I understand what you're saying, we both know there's no point in dreaming about it. Our path was set the moment we chose this life. Love, marriage, children—those things are not for us."

She nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and understanding. "I know, unnie. It's just... sometimes I wonder what it would be like, you know? To have someone who cares about you, who is willing to take care of you, who loves you."

You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We have each other, and we have our duty. That's enough. It has to be."

She smiled weakly. "You're right. We made a choice, and we've helped so many people because of it. We should be proud of that."

"We should," you agreed, squeezing her shoulder gently. "And who knows? Maybe one day, we'll be among the lucky few who get to retire and live out the rest of our lives outside these walls."

Subin chuckled softly, finally moving and continuing the trek back to the royal medical hall. "A girl can dream, right?"

"Indeed, my dearest," you said, returning her smile. "A girl can dream."

Meanwhile, Mingi couldn't stop replaying the events of that day—finally seeing you again. He had sat you down and reassured you that the war with Ruhon had ended and that the general was already home, being taken care of by his own family doctor. Once you calmed down, relieved, Mingi began asking you multiple questions under the guise of courtesy, secretly hoping to see if you recognised him.

"How long have you been a royal physician, my lady?" he asked, his eyes keenly observing your reaction.

"Quite a few years now," you replied, sinking into your seat and relaxing at the pleasant news about the nerve-wracking war and the general's safety. "It's been a challenging but rewarding journey."

He nodded and smiled warmly, happy to ease your worries. "I can imagine. You must have treated many patients over the years."

"Yes, many," you said, your gaze distant for a moment as you recalled the countless faces. "Each one leaves a mark, in a way."

His heart sank slightly at your words, realising that he was likely just one of those many faces. "You must have seen some incredible recoveries," he continued, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Indeed, I have," you agreed, your expression softening. "It's always a blessing to see someone recover, to know you've made a difference."

His disappointment was palpable, though he masked it well. You didn't show any signs of recognising him, but he figured it must be because he was only one of many patients you had treated. But you were here now, and that was all that mattered to him. He resolved to work hard to help you remember him, to gain your trust, and most importantly, to earn your affection.

"You know," he said, his tone light and conversational, "it's rare to find someone as dedicated as you. We're lucky to have you."

You smiled modestly. "Thank you, General Officer Song. It's an honour to serve His Majesty and the people."

He leaned in slightly, his eyes sincere. "The world certainly needs more people like you, Royal Physician Ahn."

"I'm glad you think so," you said, feeling a surprising sense of comfort in his presence.

Mingi couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he recalled how you had eventually allowed him to escort you from the war site back to the palace. You hadn't rejected him, and that must mean something. It must mean he had a chance. It must—

"Look, hyung, I know you're happy you finally found her, but you do realise she's off-limits, right?" said Junghoon, his apprentice and close friend. The younger man shook his head at the military strategist's dreamy expression that had persisted on his face ever since reuniting with his dream girl.

Mingi's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Off-limits...?"

His apprentice raised an eyebrow. "She's a royal physician. You know the rules as well as I do. Don't tell me you forgot palace women are the King's property. They're not allowed to marry or have relationships outside of what His Majesty permits."

Mingi's expression turned more serious, though the light in his eyes didn't diminish. "I know the rules, Junghoon-ah. But I also know that nothing is truly impossible. Exceptions have been made before."

Junghoon sighed, clearly concerned. "You're playing a dangerous game, hyung. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

The military strategist nodded, appreciating his friend's worry. "I understand your concern. But she means more to me than just a fleeting interest. I've been looking for her ever since that day, and now that I've found her, I can't just let her go again."

Junghoon studied his mentor's determined expression for a moment before nodding slowly. "If you say so. Just be careful. You know the palace can be a ruthless place."

Mingi smiled again, more determined than ever. "I will, Junghoon-ah. Thanks for looking out for me, my friend."

The younger man patted him on the shoulder. "Always, hyung. Always."

Officer Song's smile weakened as soon as his apprentice left. Truth be told, the realisation that you were now a royal physician weighed heavily on him. He understood exactly what that meant. Under the reign of any unreasonable king, Mingi would never have dared to continue his pursuit. But he knew His Majesty was one of the kindest rulers Joseon had ever seen. While he wasn't exactly confident that things would go his way, he would be damned if he gave up without giving it his all first.

The reality of you being a woman of the palace was disheartening, but it didn't deter his determination to fight for you. He knew it was foolish, but that was the thing about love—it made people do stupid things. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts of you.

His mind wandered back to the moment he first saw you again, the way you had smiled at him, the relief in your eyes when he reassured you. Those memories fueled his resolve. He had spent years searching for you, and now that he had found you, he couldn't let palace rules stand in his way.

As he sat there, the light from the setting sun casting long shadows in his room, he made a silent vow to himself. He would approach His Majesty, present his case with honesty and respect, and hope for the best. The King's kindness gave him a sliver of hope, and he clung to it with all his might.

Mingi knew the risks, knew the odds were against him, but he also knew that love was worth fighting for. He took a deep breath, his determination solidifying into a plan. No matter how impossible it seemed, he was ready to do whatever it took to be with you.

But the challenges were proving more difficult than he had imagined.

"General Officer Song, are you hearing yourself? Do you realise what you are asking of me? What would the people of this nation think if I were to give in to the whims of my men so easily? Rules are established for a reason," His Majesty said strictly.

Mingi lowered his head, sinking to his knees and bowing deeply to express his sincerity. He knew he could have gone to Seonghwa about this, and the general, being the King's favourite, would have easily helped him. But the military strategist didn't want to rely on or exploit his friend's connection. This was his love story, and it was something he needed to accomplish on his own.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he continued speaking. "I know this must be an incredibly outrageous request, Your Majesty. I wouldn't have taken the risk to come here and ask this if my feelings for Royal Physician Ahn were not genuine. I implore you, my King, I am serious about my intentions to court her."

The elderly ruler sighed, leaning back on his throne and rubbing his forehead. "Officer Song, if you think you are the first to come to me with such a request, I assure you, you are not. I'm aware I am considered one of the most benevolent rulers of Joseon, but my kindness is not to be taken advantage of."

Mingi's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. "No, Your Majesty! I would never—"

The King raised a hand to stop him. "Let me finish, Officer Song. I know you believe you are in love, but many others have thought the same. I have granted opportunities to pursue what they call love, only for them to turn out to be mistakes. You are young, and you will meet more women who are available and more well-suited for you. Don't let your temporary feelings misguide your actions. Trust me, you will move on and forget about her before you know it."

However, the elderly ruler was unsurprised to see his words only igniting greater determination in the young man's eyes. Mingi parted his lips, prepared to protest and prove His Majesty wrong, but the elderly man waved him off. "Stubborn as always. Fine, if you are so determined to pursue this, I will allow you the opportunity to realise I am correct. Love is a two-way street and cannot flourish with only one side invested. Go ahead and do your best then. Let's see if Royal Physician Ahn will even reciprocate your feelings. She is one of my most dedicated staff members; we'll see if you can sway her resolve."

Although the King's words were intended to discourage him, Mingi was relieved it wasn't a flat-out rejection. This meant he still had hope, a chance to win your heart and make you his. Bowing deeply, he exclaimed, "Your grace is immeasurable, Your Majesty! I wish you ten thousand years of life and reign!"

In the days that followed his conversation with His Majesty, the military strategist became consumed with thoughts of getting closer to you without appearing too forward. Even during his daily training, his mind wandered, preoccupied with strategies for approaching you subtly. So, when a blunt practice sword collided with his arm, he let out a yelp of pain, jolting back to reality. Though the sword was dull, it still left a small wound and a bruise that was sure to darken over time from the impact.

Junghoon cursed and dropped his weapon, rushing to his mentor's side. "Why didn't you dodge?! You're such an idiot sometimes!"

Mingi winced, cradling his arm. "I was just... thinking of ways to approach her subtly."

Junghoon raised a sceptical eyebrow, shaking his head lightly. "Well, here's the perfect opportunity. You're injured, so go to the medical hall to be treated by her."

"Oh, that's an amazing idea!"

"Yeah, it's not exactly rocket science—"

"You're brilliant, Junghoon-ah! Thanks, dinner's on me!" Mingi exclaimed excitedly, dashing off towards the royal medical hall.

The younger man shrugged, watching his mentor run off with an amused grin. "Huh, I guess I am a genius."

Mingi struggled to calm his racing heart, his mind reeling with all sorts of scenarios that could unfold. He thought about what to say to start a conversation, to get to know you better, to make you remember him—

"Whoa there, watch your step!"

His breath hitched as you appeared right before him, your arms reaching out to steady him by the shoulders. He couldn’t utter a word from the shock and embarrassment. Meanwhile, you were focused on the area of his arm he was clutching, noticing the cloth slowly turning red from the blood seeping through. Your eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh, you're bleeding! Come inside, quickly!" you exclaimed.

The military strategist sighed in relief, realising you were too preoccupied with his injury to notice how foolish he felt. He couldn't take his eyes off you, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, suddenly forgetting how to speak.

Pull yourself together, you idiot!

All his plans for starting a conversation flew out the window as he fought to maintain his composure throughout his visit. Though he had shared conversations with you while escorting you back to the palace from the war zone, he hadn't been this close to you in a long time. The last time was during your first meeting, and he had been too numb from blood loss to properly register your touch. Now, he was acutely aware of your proximity as he sat on one of the many beds in the hall, with you settled by his side, checking the tray before you and ensuring you had everything you needed.

"Now, it would be great if you could just lift your arm a little," you murmured.

He nodded and complied, too afraid that his voice would tremble like a nervous schoolboy if he spoke. Carefully, you rolled his sleeve up to his shoulder and assessed the small wound already surrounded by a darkening bruise, your touch gentle.

"Don't worry, Officer Song. I'll make sure this doesn't leave a scar," you said reassuringly.

He smiled shyly, nodding appreciatively. If only you knew what your presence was doing to him and his poor little heart. The warmth of your hands on his skin and the soothing tone of your voice made his pulse quicken. He struggled to think of something to say, something that wouldn't reveal just how flustered he felt.

As you cleaned the wound and applied a salve, his thoughts raced. He wanted to find the right words, something that would spark a meaningful conversation. But the words seemed to stick in his throat whenever he opened his mouth. He watched you work, mesmerised by your concentration and the care you put into treating him.

"Thank you, Royal Physician Ahn," he finally managed to say, his voice steady but soft. "For everything."

You looked up and smiled warmly. "It's my duty, Officer Song. But you're welcome."

That smile, he thought, was worth all the awkwardness and nervousness he felt. It gave him hope and determination. He wasn't going to give up. Not now, not ever.

Determined to make up for his failed attempt to talk to you, Mingi returned to the medical hall nearly every day for the next week, each time presenting a minor cut or bruise. He knew he wasn't being very subtle, but it didn't matter. He needed you to understand his heart before seeing if you could feel the same, if he stood any chance at all. However, he slowly realised he was getting nowhere if he couldn't openly express his interest and sincerity in courting you.

Sensing his struggles, Royal Secretary Choi could no longer sit by and watch his friend flounder. Truthfully, San had learned about the military strategist's pursuit of one of the palace's most recognised female physicians from His Majesty himself, who had expressed his wish for Mingi to give up. But the royal secretary, being a man in love himself, understood the taller man's feelings better than anyone.

"You know, you can't keep going back to the medical hall, pretending to be sick or injured forever," San said, approaching and sitting down beside Mingi in one of the pavilions in the cherry blossom garden.

Officer Song's head shot up to see his friend before pressing his face into his palms. "How else can I approach her, San? There's only so much I can do. She's a palace woman, and I can't possibly make my intentions clear without His Majesty's permission."

San sighed and placed a hand on Mingi's shoulder. "Actually… you might have his permission, but you didn't hear it from me." The taller man's eyes widened, prompting his friend to elaborate.

The royal secretary continued, "His Majesty has a soft heart, as you know. While he discouraged you, deep down, he just doesn't want you to get hurt. He secretly hopes it all goes your way but wouldn't admit it. Listen, there's a banquet happening soon to celebrate our unity with Ruhon. Perhaps you could ask her to attend with you."

Mingi straightened up, eyes shining with hope. "I can do that...?"

San nodded slowly. "Technically, important figures like you and Royal Physician Ahn are encouraged to attend and show support. There's nothing wrong with a little networking, right? Besides, His Majesty is already aware of your intentions. If she agrees to go with you, this would be a huge step in your pursuit. Wouldn't you agree?"

Hell yeah, I do.

"You wanna bet he's gonna show up again soon?" Subin teased, smirking as you rolled your eyes and playfully smacked her on the arm. "Don't jinx it, just shut up and go on your lunch break already."

It had been a particularly hectic day with the arrival of envoys from Ruhon for the upcoming celebration. The influx of visitors sought remedies for their seasickness after enduring the boat journey, keeping all the royal physicians busy stocking up on medicine and treating the sudden rush of patients suffering from nausea. The last thing you needed was for Song Mingi to appear with another one of his tiny scratches, requesting attention.

You were silently hoping he wouldn't show up today, relishing in a moment of tranquillity as the lunch hour approached and most of the patients had been taken care of. The first batch of physicians, including Subin, would go to lunch while you and the second batch would stay back until they returned.

But alas, the peace was short-lived.

"Ooh, guess who's here again," your colleague remarked, nodding toward the entrance of the royal medical hall where a certain tall, handsome military strategist strode in for what felt like the thousandth time this week. You sighed, refusing to look up from your book. "Please tell me it's not him."

She gulped, watching him approach. "Hate to break it to you, but it is your not-so-secret admirer, General Officer Song."

"Good afternoon, ladies. I, uh… I'm here today because—" his familiar deep voice rang out as he paused at a respectful distance.

Clearing your throat, you finally closed your book and turned to face him with a courteous smile, finishing his sentence for him, "Good afternoon to you too, Officer Song. Let me guess, you're here because you got hurt during training again?"

Instead of the usual sheepish nod, he shook his head and nervously fiddled with his fingers. "No, actually… I came to ask if… i-if you would like to accompany me to the royal banquet celebrating Joseon's unity with Ruhon tonight, Royal Physician Ahn?"

You froze at his question, and your colleague mirrored your reaction. The two of you exchanged bewildered glances, trying to process the fact that this fool was openly pursuing you, a woman working in the palace, someone who belonged to the King.

Does he realise what he's doing?

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"Is that her? Your 'one'?" the general teased, nudging Mingi on the shoulder as they observed the royal physician conversing with Lady Park, who was now about five months into her pregnancy.

The military strategist blushed furiously, nodding. "Yes, that's her."

"Has His Majesty granted you permission to court her?" Seonghwa asked, and the younger man winced, shaking his head. "No, he hasn't. In fact, he told me to give up on my pursuit, convinced me it was merely infatuation and that it would eventually pass."

General Park frowned. "That can't be right. You've been searching for her for years. How is it that you've found your soulmate years before me yet still haven't won her over, while I'm already expecting a child with mine, Mingi-yah? Do you want me to speak with the King? I'm sure he'll understand."

Officer Song's response caught Seonghwa off guard as he shook his head. "It's okay, hyung-nim. I appreciate your offer to speak to His Majesty, but I want to handle this on my own. I don't want her to feel pressured to accept me. I want her to see my sincerity and decide for herself if she shares the same feelings. Then, I can show the King that this is worth pursuing, that she's worth it."

"Are you sure, my friend?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

You're probably shocked I'm posting on a Monday HAHA but it's another public holiday in Malaysia, yippee!

ASDFGHJKL 1.9k+ followers?! I'm not dreaming now, am I?😭 I love y'all so much, istg! Sorry, this first part took so long but I've been real busy the past week. I know a lot of y'all have been waiting for this, I sincerely hope this was decent!

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Do you have anything about pegging a restrained werewolf?🥺

"How does that feel?" you ask tugging at the thick iron cuffs around his wrists, positioned above his head changing him to the headboard.

"it makes me horny seeing them," he whimpers, flushed and glossy-eyed. he really was horny just from getting chained up and tied down.

"that's not really what I meant, it's not too tight is it?" you clarify.

"no it's not too tight it feels good," he tugs on the restraints, testing them out the headboard shakes as he pulls on the chains but it stays intact, for now. it's supposed to be stronger than the last one it should be fine this time.

"alright be a good boy don't tug too hard we don't want to break the headboard again," you say smoothing a hand down his back, he shudders at your touch, and his mouth falls open in a silent moan at the simple touch. so easy to please so easy to turn on. you wonder how he'll react when you really start to tease him. You stroke his back again, letting your hand wander farther down his spine smoothing down the curve of his ass.

"you are going to be a good boy tonight aren't you?" you ask spreading him open and teasing his entrance with your finger.

"yes, I'm a good boy," he whines. he tries to push back against you trying to fuck himself on your hand but the cuffs keep him in place. you slick your fingers with lube and start pumping your fingers in and out of him scissoring him open, fingering him until his ass is relaxed enough to take something bigger.

you line the tip of the toy up with his ass and tease him a little bit, slowly pushing in watching him stretch around the thick head of the toy before pulling back, before rolling your hips forward again.

"ah- just fuck- ah fuck me already," he pleaded.

"say please,"

"Please fuck me-" he wines and you snap your hips forward pushing the strap on halfway inside of him. he half moans half snarls in pleasure and tugs on his restraints making the headboard shudder and bang against the wall with a loud sound.

"easy pup," you chide. you are defiantly going to break the headboard again, but your werewolf boyfriend seemed to care, all he wanted to do was grind his prostate against your silicone dick like a bitch in heat. You start thrusting, fucking him just to keep him in place.

"Easy pup I've got you," you repeat, digging your hands into his soft hips. it's sexy seeing him moaning and desperate like this, drooling in pleasure.

"I just started and you're already fucked stupid. you're such a slut," you tease and spank him bringing your hand down on his ass making him yelp, but he seemed to like it. maybe it would be worth it to invest in a flogger or a whip. something a little sturdier than your hand. the thought turns you on and you start fucking him harder, pushing your hips to his ass, forcing the toy as deep in him as it'll go before pulling out and going back to the shallower thrusts that pressed the cockhead against his prostate. You reach around his hips and start palming his cock, squeezing his knot and clicking his precum down his shaft. He howls in pleasure, and then there's a loud Snap as the thick chains connecting the wrist cuffs crack the headboard in half. shit.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster #teratophillia #werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolves #werewolf boyfriend

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 17 hours

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im not sure what it ia, but i LOVE the little remora. i love it i love it i lvoe it

it makes me insane id love to groom ghosts scales, and everyone elses scales. i want to clean soap up, even if he see's poor ol remora as a toy to play with, i just wanna scrub them all up!

(i love this already. i love mer's)

the more shark mer Ghost pushes you away the more you wanna take care of him so so bad <3

you find yourself pouting a lot at Ghost’s surly attitude, darting up and down his big scarred body, as he tries to nap. tries to, but can’t.

it has nothing to do with you. he has these bouts of insomnia. but they make his temper real short.

regardless! you insist he needs to let you groom him. it’s been days. you get twitchy when he makes you skip your daily grooming with him. the rituals. the rituals are intricate.

“i’m trying to rest, you little pest,” he growls. "come back later. or not at all."

you tell him (tartly) that he said that yesterday and the day before.

“i meant it then and i mean it now. go away before i decide to chase you off.”

like he would. he hardly exists during the day as anything but a grumpy seafloor log. you swear you’ve seen bottom-feeders start nibbling on him he’s so inert.

(nibbling on him is your job.)

you settle down on the sand next to him on your stomach. you don't touch him yet, but he's just within reach. you stare at his pale, scarred sharkshin with bright eyes, practically vibrating in place.

he can feel your eyes on him. worse—he can feel the impatient flicking of your tail fin agitating the water as you stare at him. how can such a small creature be so terribly full of want, he wonders. your anxious energy is like too much salt in his gills.

“i will bite you," he warns. “i’m not in the mood.”

rationally, you know he doesn't like to be touched sometimes, no matter how you insist he'll feel better once he's clean. and still your anxious mind won't calm down until you're absolutely sure you've made yourself useful.

you lay your palms on the silt, fingers inching silently closer to him.

he growls, low and dangerous. the one that means he’s run out of patience and is about to make good on his threats.

you jolt and flatten yourself against the sand in instinctive submission. you’re not a threat, see? you’re harmless. you’re basically just a little piece of seaweed, c’mon.

your instant compliance does nothing to calm him. if anything, the sight of your immediate surrender drives him to double down.

he grabs you by the by the nape of your neck and lifts you up to eye level. “i warned you not to touch me.”

your stupid little heart leaps because all his attention is on you now. you want to wrap your hands around his eagerly, want to reach out and touch his chest. but you can only get close enough to skim his chest with your clawtips.

the sensation only makes him tense.

you quickly bring your hands in and wring them, trying to stop being a bother. "please can i—"

he glares down at you, teeth bared. “no,” he snaps. cold, firm, immediate.

but the more he tries to repel you, the more desperately you want to please him. to get back into his good graces. you feel every bit the creature full of anxiety and neuroses he thinks you are--always trying to figure out how to feel useful and stay on the other mers' good side.

he can see that in your eyes—the desperate need to be useful. it’s what he hates most about you. he can't stand how compliant you are at this moment. how desperate. how eager you are to please even after he's been nothing but cruel to you.

he squeezes you. your body thrums nervously in his grip.

“you little parasite. what part of ‘don’t touch me’ is so hard for you to understand?”

all of it. you stare up at him with big, blank eyes.

“you can't get the simplest instructions through your thick skull, can you?"

you shake your head (kind of, best you can) in his grip as a shameless display of agreement. he’s right, you’re stupid. so stupid.

Ghost scowls. eager, willing to degrade yourself at the smallest fucking thing.

"don't tell me you're getting off on this.”

okay! you won’t.

at that, you see the look in his eye shift from anger to something more devious. your response is so quick and willing that he can't help but smirk.

of course. of course you’d comply. no matter how hard he pushes, how cruel he is, you simply ask for worse. you're a little masochist. a nuisance. worse, you’re his nuisance. you insist on being around him, on seeking him out every bloody day.

he tolerates your presence. that's more than anyone else gets. and you take the precious little patience he gives you and wear it threadbare??

he can’t abide that. he can’t let your audacity go unchecked.

"look at you," he hisses. "eager to debase yourself at the first sign of anger. don't you think that's just pathetic?"

you nod enthusiastically.

mindless creature. willing to let him treat you any way he wants if it means attention. pitiful.

"say it," he growls.

you do. you happily tell him you’re pathetic.

“that you are. finally, something sensible out of that pretty mouth.”

you’re wired—fucking blitzed at the mere implication of good girl in his tone.

“and you're my little parasite. mine to do with as i please."

your whole body wants to curl in delight, your tail twisting like an eel in the sand below you as he eases you onto your back.

his eyes rake over you. you are the picture of obedience and submission, all pinned down and ready.

“look at you,” he rasps. “so desperate to please me. you’d do anything i tell you right now, yeah?”

yes. yes. anything.

he leans in and puts his mouth to your ear. "then let me sleep."

then he’s gone.

you lay in the sand in blank, sexually charged confusion.

by the time you slap your tail into the sand to twist yourself up into the water, half-flustered and hot-tempered, you see the ends of Ghost’s chewed-up tailfins disappear into his favorite dark cave.

before you can give chase, the familiar shape of Soap passes overhead, and he's chuckling as he dives down to you.

Soap’s grin widens as he watches your face cycle through frustration, confusion, and irritation.

you can’t believe Ghost would do that to you.

“of course he’d do it,” Soap says. he saw the whole thing.

you bluster and he coos a little teasing sympathy at you, ushering you up into his arms instead. poor wee cuttlefish, he calls you. lays it on thick because he knows you're looking for a place to expend all that pent up energy now.

he whisks you away somewhere more private so you can tend to him instead. groom him all you want. tell him your troubles. maybe let him make good use of your compliant nature. he tells you it’s a good way to make Ghost jealous.

meanwhile, Ghost is finally able to snooze contentedly, dreaming of you, maybe. he does owe you a little thanks for that small catharsis you gave him.

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more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist tag

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sageyxbabey · 12 hours

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Hospital Food | COD x Reader

MDNI

Summary: Your ex-husband (the biological father of your daughter) shows up when said daughter is admitted to hospital. Your current partner (and your daughter) put him in his place.

aka: stupid man gets verbally wrecked by a 17-year-old girl and a SAS soldier. Inspired by the time my stepdad and i roasted my bio dad.

For @the-californicationist 's Nameless Challenge! This means you have to guess which of the delicious war criminals I'm writing about below. (This has inspired a series, so you'll find out who I was thinking of when the second one comes out. ;) )

WC: ~700 words (oops, forgive me cali)

Pairing: f!reader x tf141 member (but who? 👀)

Your ex-husband stood at the foot of his biological daughter’s hospital bed, watching her tap salt out of the little sachet onto a piece of buttered bread. His face was full of condescension, and you knew yours was full of barely contained disgust as you stared at him. God damn the child support agreement that required you to tell him when she was admitted to a hospital. At least you had otherwise full custody of her, you’re sure your ex would’ve been murdered by now if you’d been forced to see him semi-regularly – either by you or your wonderful (deadly, military-trained) partner who hated the man in front of you almost as much as you did.

God, you wish he was here right now. Unfortunately, he was wonderful enough to have gone down to the cafeteria in search of lunch for the both of you – and something sweet to sneak back in for your little girl. He spoiled her rotten, and it made you love him more every time he did.

“That’s a lot of salt,” your ex rumbled. If looks could kill, the stare your 17-year-old daughter levelled him with would’ve evaporated him where he stood.

“Yes. It is,” she spoke.

Tap tap tap, she resumed shaking the sachet.

“They put salt in bread when they make it. White bread is about 3% salt,” he said. As if there was some important point your daughter was missing.

“I know. I’ve made bread before.”

Tap tap tap.

It was taking every fibre of your being not to laugh with sheer joy and vindication as your daughter, the blood of your ex-husband, so casually eviscerated him in the middle of this tiny white room.

“Which is to say, you don’t need to be adding salt to it.” You didn’t think the man could sound any whinier. You were about to step in, but your daughter let out a deep sigh beyond her years (definitely picked up from the soldier who shared your home) and threw the empty salt packet onto the bed tray.

“Tell me, why shouldn’t I eat that much salt?” Her arms crossed in front of her, your ex-husband looked to you for help. He would get none.

“Because… it makes your body retain fluid and raises blood pressure–”

“Correct. I am in this hospital because I have low blood pressure caused by a low volume of fluid in my blood. They give me the salt packet on purpose. I am prescribed literal salt tablets,” she shook the bottle in the man’s face, “because I need to raise my blood pressure up to normal levels.”

Silence. Blinking.

“So I am going to eat this bread because it is what the doctor ordered.” Her head snapped to you, with a chaotic glint in her eye only teenage girls could possess. The next words out of her mouth would stay with you until your dying breath;

“Hey, Mum. When’s Dad coming back?”

You could not fight the grin that spread across your face, the elation jumping in your stomach. A quick glance at your ex-husband’s sour face made it clear that your daughter’s point had struck true – You are not welcome here. I do not need you. I have a real father where you failed.

You opened your mouth to reply, “He’s–”

“Right here, love!” The warm, gravelly voice of your partner filled the room, your daughter’s eyes lighting up with his presence. He stopped to press a tender kiss against your cheek, passing you a toasted sandwich, before he made his way to stand over the shoulder of your precious daughter.

“And I got you something special,” he whispered playfully, “Don’t tell the nurse.” He pulled a poppy seed muffin out of the bag he was holding and placed it on the bed tray in front of her.

“Sorry mate, who are you?” Your partner turned and cocked his head at your ex.

Your man knew exactly who the snivelling creature across from him was. Your boyfriend was just deciding to be a little shit, and it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen him do.

“Dad, this is Marcus. You know, the man who got Mum pregnant with me?” Your daughter’s voice was poorly disguised venom.

“Oh, right! Of course. I suppose I should thank you for your part in creating my wonderful daughter.” He stretched a hand out to your ex-husband who, for once in his life, made the smart choice to shake it and give some poor excuse for why he was needed elsewhere.

As soon as he was out the door, you had your arms around your lover, pressing endless kisses to his cheek as your daughter laughed.

“Did you hear what I said, Dad?”

Your partner leaned down to hug the girl – his girl – tightly. He grinned.

“Every fucking word.”

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I LOVE MY STEPDAD SO MUCH HE'S MY REAL DAD and my mother and he are truly couple goals. I was on the phone with him the other day when I asked if he remembered this happening. he let out the most fatherly cackle of pure, shit-stirring joy I've ever heard. It was magnificent.

forgot the TAGLIST: @frogtowne @teenagellamaangel @universitypenguin

#cod x reader #cod mwii #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john price x reader #WHO COULD IT BE?#you decide...#imagine any of them you like #BECAUSE ALL WILL BE REVEALED NEXT TIME MWAHAHA #cali's nameless challenge #cod mw fanfiction #cod mw2 x reader

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nathaslosthershit · 12 hours

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Media Interrogation [Part 2] (LN4)

(Read part 1 here!)

Summary: He had prayed the media would leave his newfound ‘friend’ out of their questions, only focusing on the race. But Lando Norris would soon see he wasn't so lucky. A/N: I don't know how Twitch works so excuse the poorly explained streaming things.

A little less than two weeks after Lando had met his new neighbor, they had spent any time they could together, and any time they couldn’t they were texting and calling. It was exciting, they weren’t dating per se, still trying to get to know each other before they jumped into anything, but this newfound friendship had been great for both of them. Slowly, Lando had been introducing her to some of his friends, and with all the new faces, she didn’t feel half as lonely as she used to.

It was wonderful.

He had warned her about the stream, leaving the details of him turning bright red, giggling, and Max admitting that Lando had called her his “cute neighbor” out. But, of course, after she spent far to long going through the #landonorris tag on various social media sites, she had found a clip of the interaction. Seeing how giddy he was about it, even after meeting her for only a minute, made her giddy as well, happy to know that it seems her feelings weren’t one sided.

He had invited her to the race, being as it was at Silverstone, but the thought of going there and meeting new people and being seen by the media so soon after her and Lando just met made her nervous, so she politely declined.

Although he was a bit upset, he understood her reasoning.

Before the race, Lando was with Oscar giving various interviews, with mostly race related questions. ‘How was the car feeling?’, ‘you think you guys can give Max a run for his money this weekend?’, etc. It was easy and he wasn’t worried about intrusive questions.

Until they opened it up to the fans.

When they said they’d take fan questions, Lando began to sweat. Beside him, Oscar let out a laugh, knowing what the first question was bound to be.

“Lando, it seems you made friends with you “cute neighbor” while streaming, have you guys talked more?” one of the fans asked.

Shit.

He probably should have warned her this would happen but, maybe it was wishful thinking, he hadn’t expected to be asked about it. And maybe his cute neighbor wasn’t even watching.

“Uhhh” he said as he let out an awkward laugh, “Yeah, we have talked a bit more. The cookies were really good so I’ve been trying to get the recipe.” Lies, he hadn’t asked for the recipe, he just wanted her to make the cookies for him again.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Another fan yelled out.

There was a beat of silence from Lando, causing fans to laugh at his awkwardness around the situation. Oscar, now feeling bad for his teammate, jumped in.

“He shared some of the cookies with me too. He wasn’t kidding when he said they were really good. Might have to ask her to make me a batch.” Oscar jokes.

Seeing as he wasn’t going to answer the girlfriend question, which wasn’t even a proper question as the fan just yelled it out instead of waiting to be picked, the interviewer moved on.

He really hoped she wasn’t watching this.

She was totally watching this and enjoying every second.

It felt nice to see Lando blushing so profusely at the mention of her, which made her feel better for also blushing profusely when he talked about her.

Since she saw the stream, she had noticed he definitely had a bit of a crush on her, but she didn’t know how deep it went. If it was a tiny crush that was bound to fade as they became closer, or if this closeness was going to lead to an even bigger crush. Only a few weeks into their friendship though, and she had already fallen fast and hard.

She couldn’t do anything. She'd never do anything, even though she so badly wanted to. All her new friends were Lando’s, if he wasn’t as serious as she hoped about his feelings, it would crush her. She wouldn’t be able to stay friends with him and in turn would lose all the new friends she had made.

So she vowed to not make the first move.

Eventually, three months had gone by and the pair only became more inseparable. Instead of planning mini vacations and trips between races, Lando always tried to get home so he could see his favorite neighbor, who he now knew he had massive feelings for.

She had started work and it was going great! Her worries about being alone if she lost Lando went away as she made more non-Norris-acquired friends.

The two had also graduated to an even deeper level of intimacy. They weren’t sleeping together, or straight up kissing. But holding hands, cuddling, kisses on the cheek or forehead, were all normal for the pair. Sure it seemed so childish to dance around their feelings at their grown age but it's all they could do for now.

Baking had become a new hobby as well. Before moving, she couldn’t really say she was much of a baker, only doing it when it came to birthdays or bake sales. But with Lando becoming increasingly more obsessed with her cookies, she had started to branch out with other flavors, even throwing in muffins or a pie.

She had just finished a new recipe her mom sent her, which were divine, when she knocked on Lando’s door, flashbacks to the first time they met those few months ago going through her head.

Lando, also like those few months ago, had been streaming when he got a knock on his door. Smiling to himself as he already knew who it would be, which the fans most certainly caught, he quickly excused himself to go open it. When he saw her there, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into her neck.

“You saw me yesterday.” She laughed, happy to know he missed her as much as she did him.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite girl all the time.” He replied.

“Favorite girl, huh? It's an honor. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a title.” She teased.

“Your cookies, of course!” He said as he pulled back, when she shot him a look, he continued, “and your wonderful personality, and how great of company you are.”

“That's more like it. Speaking of, I tried a new recipe and, not to toot my own horn, these are the best yet.” She said as she grabbed the container of cookies from her bag.

“Yes! Thank goodness I was beginning to experience withdrawal. I am streaming right now, they are always asking about you since the- anyway, could I do a taste test? You can join me, I think the chat would love it. I would love it. But you don’t have to if-” He began to ramble, clearly feeling awkward at almost admitting just how much she is brought up on his streams.

“No, that sounds great! I definitely join.” She immediately regretted the words the moment they left her mouth but the look on Lando’s face stopped her from taking it back. He has lit up in a way she hadn’t seen and all she wanted to do was forever make him light up that way.

He quickly pulled her to his streaming room, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling her onto the screen. “I’ve returned with cookies, oh and of course a special guest. Guys, please don’t be weird. Be normal or I'll end the stream.” He joked, but also prayed that his fans would for once listen and try not to embarrass him for their own entertainment. He knew they wouldn’t listen though.

Immediately after saying that, someone donated and got their message read out loud,

‘Are you the cute girl that gave him cookies?’

“Uh I don’t know. That depends. How many cute girls give you cookies, Lan?” She teased.

“Oh hundreds, I am constantly drowning in sweet baked goods. My trainer hates me now.” He teased back.

“Then I guess I should take these back, don’t want to make your trainer even more mad.”

“Over my dead body. Seriously, you’d have to pry these out of my cold dead hands. Anyway, this is a taste test of a new recipe, as was explained to me ‘it's the best yet’. You guys can’t eat them obviously so I’ll try to be descriptive.”

After one bite, Lando started moaning in a way that was uncomfortable for everyone except him. Her face had never felt hotter at the sounds he was making and she was far too scared to check to see if her face was as red as it felt.

Do you hear him make those noises a lot?

“Alright! I told you if you guys made it weird I’d end it, so you lost your privileges. Goodbye everyone, think about what you did.” Lando was kidding, his fans knew it, but it was a pretty crazy question to ask. Not that the chat cared.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting all that.” She said once he turned off the stream.

“I know, I’m sorry they get like that.” He replied, feeling bad that he hadn’t explained well enough what she should expect.

“No, I thought they would be worse to be honest, I meant the moans you were making from my cookies.” “Oh come on they weren’t that crazy, and the cookie was amazing, I had to.”

“Lando, those noises were nothing short of erotic, I was worried how far you were going to go if you had another bite.” She teased.

They both laughed and after a few seconds, a beat of silence fell over them. As they looked into each other’s eyes, the energy in the room shifted. Finally, Lando spoke up.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“Please,” She replied.

Explosions, fireworks, sparks, whatever you want to call it, they felt it. It was so cheesy but it was so electric, they couldn’t help but feel like they did in the movies.

After a much needed breather, before going in for more, Lando asked, “Let me take you out, properly, please? Like an actual date.”

“Only if it's not a seafood place, I’m allergic to fish.”

“Good God, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

#formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando x reader

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thefoxtherapist · 1 day

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hiii! i saw you were taking requests for wuwa and was wondering if you could write general cuddling headcanons or scenarios for jiyan, calcharo, scar (idk if he’s a cuddle type guy lol), and/or any other characters of your choosing. can have already established relationships

tysm 💜👾

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! I'm still learning the characters so go easy on me o7

-Scar actually strikes me as somebody overly clingy if given the opportunity. If his schedule allows for it, there's almost nowhere else he'd rather be.

-He's pretty brash about his wants and needs, he doesn't hesitate to take what he wants. And yet, his approach to relationships and intimacy differs from this. If his storytelling is to be believed, I think he'd be hesitant.

-But the moment you open your arms when he comes home? Scar's arms are around your waist in seconds. Always a bit too tight, face buried against you in one way or another. It can be bruising at times, or the complete flipside of far too gentle.

-With Scar its rarely big spoon/little spoon. He prefers when you're laying on your back, either on the bed or the couch. He likes to lay partially on top of you, his face buried in your neck, body half on top of yours like a protective shield. Your arms around him, holding him tightly.

-If he can't breathe because he refuses to remove his face from your neck or hair, then he's cuddling correctly!

-You know those memes that are like (brooding edgy guy) "and what were you up to-" "killing..." "we were cuddling." YOU CAN'T DO THAT WITH HIM! Scar will PROUDLY announce everything you two were doing. IN DETAIL.

-He's a proud man. And you've eaten his hair. Ultimately, 7/10.

-Jiyan gonna hit you with "I'm too busy right now, I'll make it up to you." then never make it up to you. The weight of the world is on his shoulders and to some degree he put it there himself.

-You gotta drag his green ass into bed, I'm sorry. But once he's in bed, he will stay there. The thing about cuddling with Jiyan is that it isn't just cuddling? It's also nap time. He's tired, he's overexerting himself, he's fighting a bazillion internal and external wars.

-He likes being the big spoon (you slept on his hair accidentally ONE TIME). Jiyan is a bit tense as his arm wraps around you, his other arm under the pillow. At first his chin will rest against your head, he'll sorta look over you.

-Eventually though he'll relax, his chest will loosen, his grip will loosen, and his face will drop into the top of your head. His breathing gets quieter, calmer. Every time he breathes out a lil hard, there's a gentle breeze that rustles the sheets. But it keeps the temperature perfect.

-It is at this point you could turn in his arm if you want to, bury your face into his chest. Jiyan is fast asleep and happy to hold you as he finally gets some rest with his lover. He's a bit of a snorer though, sorry.

-3/10 on a normal day, but once you get him into the freaking bed, he's so comfortable to nap with and snuggle so 9/10 once hes in there. Good luck though.

-So the edgy brooding guy I mentioned in Scar's section, that is Calcharo. Most of the people who work for him, or even know him, don't even know he has a partner. This is to keep you safe.

-But because of this, physical intimacy is often put aside for safety. He isn't a fan of it, I doubt you're a fan of it. But Calcharo puts those he looks out for pretty high up on his priority list.

-You have a secret knock. And when he knocks in that secret way, he's quick to push by you and into your home. He's quick to check all the locks before he even says hello.

-But his hello is picking you up and bringing you to the nearest soft surface. Your back hitting the couch cushions, him still holding your thighs as he pretty much lays on top of you at a bit of an awkward angle.

-Calcharo tends to kiss and cuddle, it isn't just a relaxing snuggle, he wants to get his kisses in too. Each one gentle, almost tired, as he peppers your face in small kisses. He's a bit like, yes I am saying this to be silly, a puppy.

-If you don't push him off and get him outta his gear, he will sleep like this. Look at that man, he's tired. But the second you push on his shoulder, he's off of you. Very respectful man, my beloved. But he'll follow you to your bedroom, dropping gear on his way. His weapon beside your bed.

-8/10. He's back to giving you kisses and he hasn't undone his boots yet.

#Wuthering Waves x reader #wuwa x reader #Jiyan x reader #Calcharo x reader #Scar x reader #༻Stygian #༻Tenebris #༻Decree of 👾#can you tell which sections i've finished / what 5* i have by the length of these? lol..

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danhoneyyysblog · 3 days

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hihihihi!! hope ur having a good day!!!

could.. I request Scar with a reader who’s mainly centered around a jellyfish? like, their movements are always smooth, and they kinda resemble a humanoid jellyfish!!

thanks for your time :3

author note: hey, i’ve been having an amazing day so far! I FINALLY GOT JIYAN AT 68 PITY!!! hope you are doing great! and this idea is SO CUTE! Scar being the silly, crazy guy he is with a reader who acts so similar to a jellyfish, i absolutely love that!

❝GOODNESS! YOU’RE SO CUTE. I MAY AS WELL MAKE YOU INTO A JELLO-FISH TO EAT UP!❞

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Scar x Gender-Neutral! Reader, Rover, Phrolova.

WARNING, MAY CONTAIN: may be slight ooc — as game recently released, simple information on each character. if you don’t enjoy ooc, don’t suggest! (reader) in third person (they/them/their), an accidental kiss - supposed to be CPR, mentions of petnames (jello-fish), mentions of being taught without having a clue on what’s going on, mentions of kissing.

Days pass by in Jinzhou - one of Huanglong's six major cities. To add onto that, the only city in the Outer Huanglong, as it is one of the recent cities established in Huanglong and could be addressed to 'the throat of Huanglong'. It appears to be nestled within a great lake, embraced by the waters and cradled by the mountains. Jinzhou may be beautiful, but it doesn't stop the fact how dangerous the outside of those walls dug deep down into the waters, making contact with the sand. What lurks behind those enormous walls? Tacet discords, abbreviated as 'TD's, creatures that have the ability to mimic shapes and behaviors of others.

As the people who feared to become one of these beasts stay within the walls. A certain male roams behind them, arms raised up with his hands behind his head as he whistled a tune to himself, having to be sure not to get caught, otherwise he'd get thrown into jail. Who would this individual be? None other than Scar. To put more in his name, he can be known as one of the Overseer members for the Fractsidus - an organization whose ideals are currently to accelerate the next Lament. To bring more into that, another desire of theirs is to capture somebody by the name of 'Rover'.

Back to what was currently happening... Scar strolled around, waiting for Rover to come out of Jinzhou, to make another one of his many dramatic entrances. From the corner of Scar's eye, he is able to see a sort of bioluminescence light coming from within the waters, resting by the walls. That's odd... He could have sworn it was never there. Scar glances around, seeing nobody around, he bursts into sinister chuckles. "This is interesting. Let's see what lurks beneath this lake," Scar speaks out, rotating his body towards the edge and dives in with no hesitation.

Swimming further down until he floats in front of the spot that glowed so brightly. It appeared there was an opening, but it was pitch-black, unable to see what stays in there, but Scar went in, anyways - typical Scar. The deeper he went, the darker it was getting for him. At one point, he reached his hand out, wondering if there was anything resting in front of him. Through his gloved hand, he felt an odd, rough texture. With no fear of what it may be, he ripped it out of where it stayed, bringing it as close as possible to his face until he was able to detect what it may be. It was a... coral.

Hold on. Aren't coral supposed to appear more colorful? It looked completely lifeless. But at the same time, coral tend to look bleached when dead, no? Let's not forget, algae could surround it. This doesn't make any sense... If it's not alive, but it's not dead. Then what was it? Could this coral be a tacet discord?! No... not a possible. For what Scar knew, no tacet discord lives within the waters. Next thing Scar saw, shocked him. The suspected 'dead'-coral lit up in a marvelous shade of blue. The coral was bioluminescent! Within the sight of Scar, all of the organisms such as coral, algae, sea stars, fish, and a bunch of others lit up in the same hue of blue.

It was all bioluminescent! Who would have known the Jinzhou kept a secret like this! Yet for some odd reason, Scar could have sworn his breathe was being taken away from the sight... Wait... HIS BREATHE WAS BEING BEING TAKEN AWAY. Scar's eyes shot wide open, attempting to swim up, but due to feeling his own breathe disappearing, it was causing him to lose energy. Oh, well. Scar will always find his way back up! As he began to lose his consciousness, a silhouette of a person swam towards him, as reminiscent as a... jellyfish. Though he simply assumed it was the afterlife coming to retrieve his soul...

What do you know! Scar's consciousness was coming back to him. As his eyes slowly flickered open, greeting by blurriness. Within Scar's vision, it looked like the same silhouette as before. The moment Scar snapped back into reality is when the figure leaned in towards him, pressing their lips against his - attempting to do CPR, but it appeared they weren't doing it correctly, an accidental kiss. Though Scar didn't bother to move a muscle, seeming to find what was happening, hilarious. Once the person moved back, letting out a gentle sigh out of their lips and opening their eyes to glance down at Scar, who they assumed was still passed out,

WAS LITERALLY SMIRKING UP AT THEM, alongside a snigger. Terrified by the fact he was literally greeted in the wrong way in the best way, they burst into screams - sounding as if it was music. Scar immediately sat up, slapping his gloved hand onto the person's skin that oddly glowed. Taking a couple of glances around, taking notice on how he appeared to be resting on the shore, far away from Jinzhou. Slowly moving his covered hand away from their hand, brushing against their lips.

Scar crossed his legs, pressing his elbow on his knee as he rested his cheek onto his knuckles. He took this opportunity to observe the individual - seeing how their skin had a sort of gentle shine to it, with clothing resembling a jellyfish. To put more detail into that, they appeared to swim like a jellyfish when coming in to save Scar. Scar's smirk grew wider, releasing a chuckle from his mouth. "I'm guessing you're the pretty stranger who saved me?" Scar questioned. Only to receive a confused expression from the person - dotted-eyes, with a gentle head tilt, as if they were fragile. Afraid to properly move.

"Hm, best guess: You can't understand me. Can you?" Scar asked. He gained no response, as expected. He had no issues with this whatsoever. Carefully, the stranger rose from the ground, having sand attached to any exposed skin as they turned around, planning to head back into the waters. Scar watched their movements - arms swinging at a perfect pace, as well as the movement of the hips. As if anything this secretive person did was as smooth as butter. Scar was about to catch sight of something familiar, leaning his head forward, taking notice of a small tacet mark resting on their nape. This person was a resonator?!

Unconsciously, Scar arose and chased after this person, grabbing onto their wrist, pulling them back until they slammed their back onto Scar. Forcing the confused person to turn their head around, carrying the look of curiosity that Scar found funny. Scar leaned in, having his infamous smirk. "Maybe it's best to teach you a few things. Don't you think, 'jello-fish'?"

“This is who you were referring to by… ‘jello-fish’?” Scar’s sister, Phrolova, questioned. “Yes! Aren’t they adorable?” Scar asked. Here he currently was — lying down on the ground, on his front with his hands cupping his face and legs gently kicking back and forth. Silly Scar… What was he exactly doing? To put it in simple terms, training AND tutoring the clueless humanoid, who he figured was mainly centred around a jellyfish.

By listening to Scar’s demands such as to swim around in the waters — doing tricks such as jumping out of the waters, twirling in them as they swam around in a perfect pace. All movements made by me were fascinatingly smooth, and Scar didn’t seem to get bored of it. He wanted to flex off what he had been teaching the curious person to his sister.

“Speaking of which, I taught them another thing. Trust me, it’s really impressive.” Scar spoke out. Scar quickly adjusted his position — sitting on his bum, legs crossed as he snapped his fingers as loud as he could — managing to gain the attention of the person reminiscent to a jellyfish. They turned the direction of where they were swimming towards, elegantly making their way towards Scar and as soon as they were at a perfect spot, they leaped out of the waters and jumped onto Scar, who caught them as he fell on his back from the pressure.

“Did you see that?! Tell me that was adorable! They’re able to do that, like a dolphin!” Scar excitedly spoke out, a gleeful laughter mixed in with his words. “…Despite being similar towards a jellyfish.” Phrolova mumbled. She observed on how Scar seemed to be enjoying the person’s actions, where they were gently tracing the outline of Scar’s marks, while letting out a soft coo full of fascination.

Scar’s hands made it onto their hips, causing the person to softly hum out of confusion, which Scar giggled from — as if he was a boy who just got a sweet treat from the store. “Come on, jello-fish. Right here.” said Scar, pointing towards his cheek. Phrolova noticed how clueless the humanoid looked, about to speak up, but was shocked when they actually learned in and brushed their lips against Scar’s check — giving him a kiss.

“Ohoho~! Good, good! I’m so proud of you, jello-fish. Now then, another one here.” Scar praised, now pointing towards the tip of his nose. Once again, they leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto Scar’s nose. What made this more hilarious for Scar was that this person had no clue what they were doing! “Now… over here.” Scar spoke out, his tone proving how smug he was. Where was he pointing? Towards his lips.

“Scar. Quit that.” Phrolova demanded, though Scar didn’t seem to listen. “Aw, come on! Don’t you want to see what they do—?” before Scar could even finish… they brought their lips against Scar’s lips, shocking Scar, only because he was caught off-guard. Phrolova let out a soft groan, turning around to give the two privacy as the person and Scar’s lips remained pressed onto one another.

“It’s unfortunate they’re unaware of what they’re doing, assuming it’s harmless…” Phrolova mumbled. They separated after a bit, thanks to Scar who wanted to keep the kiss longer. Within a second, he started squealing as if he was a little girl and tackling the individual into a tight embrace. “GOODNESS! You’re so cute. I may as well make you into a jello-fish to eat up!” Scar excitedly exclaimed.

Shockingly, they shot their eyes wide open, moving their head to stare into Scar’s eyes. That’s when Scar realized… “You can understand me for that, but not all of the other stuff I said?!” Scar shouted, not believing it. Scar’s loud voice accidentally terrified me, causing me to rise from what I was and rush back towards the waters, diving in. “Come back!” Scar whined. “Not only you scared them by saying you’ll eat them, but by yelling, too. I’m not surprised…” Phrolova said. “You’re not helping.” Scar argued.

author note: sorry if this isn’t what you necessarily wanted! if it is, i’m glad and i worked on this for a little while so i hope it does do well, truly.

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The Wrong Robin Au (part three)

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Danny never said he knew what he was doing, but he thinks he's doing something right if the kid hasn't started crying yet. so you know, that's great. now, he just needed to get the kid out of here, so Danny could have a moment to mourn his retirement plans.

He wasn't going to blame the kid, ancients know Danny would have gone back to hero work eventually. He just couldn't let things go if he could help it, and he could in this situation.

"Alright, here's the plan." Danny announced, slapping his legs as he stood up. "it's late, you're a kid who needs sleep. let's get you home, then we can get a game plan on how to do this."

Tim had been nodding his head, even if it was reluctantly, before freezing in sudden realization. Danny raised his eyebrow in question, wondering what was wrong now.

"you want my help?" Tim asked, absolutely gobsmacked.

Oh, the kid thought Danny was just going to send him away like any reasonable adult would. Ha, Danny wished. but no. He had no clue what he was doing and this kid was his only trump card for making any of the half-assed plans still forming in his head work. AND he had a feeling if he didn't keep Tim close by, the kid would run off and do something stupid.

"Yep," Danny snorted, "you were smart enough to figure out who Batman was, and then you decided to take it upon yourself to help him; whether by convincing me to do it or yourself."

"Now then," Danny said as he walked over to the couch and pulled his hoodie from under Sam. Sam, to her credit, told him to fuck off and went back to snoring. Tucker, somehow having heard her, responded with a 'Go fuck yourself'.

Shaking his head, Danny turned back to Tim. "Let's get going. It's-" Danny turned to look at the clock, his eyes narrowing when he found it; 4 am. The kid was up and coherent enough to try and blackmail someone into being Robin at four in the morning. "-four. you seriously need to get some sleep kid. It's a school night." actually, what day was it???

Tim rolled his eyes but started to follow Danny out the door. "It's Saturday, and I've stayed up longer," he grumbled.

Danny snorted, "So have I, but we still need to sleep." He should probably try and prevent the kid from staying up longer than he should. Danny knows what years of not sleeping properly does to someone. The kid's obsessed with Batman and Robin, right? He'll just use them then.

"Robin needs all the sleep he can get. Otherwise, Batman will bench him. If Robin is benched, then who is out there helping Batman?" That's convincing, right? Does Batman even have the power to bench Robin? From the sounds of it, Robin is his kid's vigilante name. Which means he totally has the power to ground them.

Wait...

If Danny was going to be Robin, does that mean Batman would think he's his kid?

Oh, hell naw. He was not going to be adopted by another fruitloop! If Bruce Wayne even thinks about it, Danny will be out of there so fast even the Flash couldn't stop him.

Tim stumbled, his eyes wide in surprise. "Really?" he asks, turning to look at Danny in horror. Danny blinked, brain failing to remember why the kid would be surprised.

shit, what were they talking about?? Robin... It's four am... Right!

"Yep," Danny chirped, leading the kid to his car. "Now, I know everyone says not to get into a stranger's car and all that jazz, but it's the only way I'm getting you home. So, hop in."

Tim didn't even hesitate to jump into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt across his chest. Danny stared at him for a second, before opening the car door and sitting down.

"kid, you do know you're not supposed to get into strangers' cars, right?" Danny asked, closing the door and buckling up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys and started the engine.

"Well, yeah?" Tim replied, turning to face him, "But you're not a stranger. You're Robin. You protect people not hurt them."

and well? Danny can't argue with that, now, can he?

"Right, fine. Just promise not to get into strangers' cars. I don't care how much you think you know about them. It's not safe, and you could get hurt."

Tim hummed, thinking about it for a moment before nodding his head. "Yeah, alright. I promise."

"good." Danny sighed, turning to look at the road to see if it was clear. then he sighed again, "Don't tell strangers where you live, please."

Tim looked at him in amusement, a small smile spreading across his face. "Drake manor. 1015 Mountain Drive. It's in the Crest Hill community."

"You're killing me here, kid." Danny groaned, hitting his head against the steering wheel. Then he slowly lifted his head and turned to stare at Tim, "Kid. How the hell did you get all the way over here? Mountain Drive is all the way over in Bristol??? That's, like, twelve miles outside of city limits?"

"I have my ways."

Danny narrowed his eyes, "You bribed someone, didn't you."

Tim looked away from him, fiddling with his fingers.

sighing, Danny sat up and started driving down the road. They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the chaos that was Gotham City as they drove. Tim eventually slumped over, his head resting against the window.

It took a good thirty minutes before Danny could turn onto the bridge out of town. The traffic wasn't heavy, just the occasional car here and there. It was almost peaceful.

"Turn here," Tim suddenly instructed, startling Danny.

"Tim!" Danny cried, turning to look at the kid, then back at the road. although, he did do as the kid instructed. "don't do that! you'll give me a heart attack or something! Ancients!"

Tim blinked, then shrugged. "ok," he yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"my house is the one with really stupid-looking ducks carved into the gates." Tim supplied, waving his hand at the road ahead of them. "Bruce's is the one with bats, but you knew that."

"Right," Danny agreed. What were the chances that Batman happened to live in a place called Gotham and in a house with black iron gates covered in bats? It was almost as coincidental as Danny's last name sounding like Phantom. Fate really had quite the sense of humor, didn't they?

after they passed a few more dirt roads, Tim pointed at a specific one, "Turn here. The gates a little further back than everyone else's."

Danny hummed, turning the car onto the road. What was his life at this point? Driving children to their huge houses at four-thirty in the morning? agreeing to become Robin? coming out of retirement because a kid asked him to?

Bruce Wayne better appreciate all the effort this kid was going through...

A tall gate slowly popped into view, making Danny slow the car down until he could stop right in front of it. "Alright, kid. You're home. get some sleep. Go to school, I don't know, what do you rich kids do on the weekends? actually, you know what? It doesn't matter, do you have a phone?"

Tim blinked as he slowly unbuckled, "yes?"

"One that's not monitored by your parents or anyone else?"

"..."

Danny sighed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone. "Here," Danny unlocked it, went to settings and pressed the factory rest option. Once the phone finished the reset, he quickly scanned through it to make sure it was all gone before adding his second phone number. once done, he tossed it over to the kid. "here, should work for now. Don't let anyone else have it."

If this was any other situation, Danny would have gone straight to the kid's parents; but considering it was past four in the morning and there wasn't a city-wide amber alert? He has a feeling the kid needs a safety net, and well? What better than a direct line to him?

"I can't just take your phone!" Tim cried, catching the phone before it could fall to the ground.

"It's my backup one. I tend to break my phone pretty often, so I always keep an extra one on me. my current number is saved on it, you can reach out and get in contact with me now." Danny waved off the kid's concern, reaching into the back of the car to grab a bag.

with how often his phone had broken during ghost fights and how frequently his parents dissected his phone for parts? It's a habit at this point to have a backup. or Ten. Pulling the bag to the front, Danny showed the kid what was inside.

"..." Tim blinked, then looked up at Danny. "why do you have a bag of broken phones in your car?"

"Because my phones keep breaking and I figured it would be easier to just keep them for extra parts than toss them. Now," Danny tossed the bag into the back, ignoring how it tipped over and spilled the contents all over the seat. He'd clean it up later. Maybe. "It's early. You need sleep, I need sleep. We can pick another day to sit down and build a game plan."

Tim sat in silence for a moment, staring at the phone in his hands, before glancing up at Danny. "You really mean it?" he asked, turning the phone around anxiously, "you really want my help?"

"kid, Tim," Danny started, tilting his head so he could make eye contact. "with how bad you say Batman's gotten? I'm going to need all the help I can get. Who better than the one who went out of his way to try and actually do something about it?"

Tim's eyes watered as he looked back at the phone. "ok," he whispered, nodding his head. Reaching up, he wiped his face clean before taking a deep breath and letting it out.

"ok," he repeated, voice stronger now. "I'll help. I want to."

"Good," Danny nodded in agreement, then smiled. "get some sleep kid, you need it."

"I don't need it," Tim grumbled, turning to open the door and get out. "but if that's what it takes for you to allow me to help, then I guess I can take a nap or something."

Danny snorted, watching as Tim closed the car door and started making his way to the gate.

as soon as the kid was out of view, Danny slammed his head onto the steering wheel and groaned. He had definitely jinxed himself earlier. How hard can being Ribin be? Yeah right. He hasn't even gotten to meet Bruce yet and he's already stressed.

...

Glancing up, Danny watched as the clock glitched then turned to five am.

...

Well then, he might as well do something productive since it was unlikely he'd be getting any more sleep if he went back. Sam would be up by the time he got back, which meant he'd have to answer all of her questions... which would wake Tucker up, which would mean Danny'd have to explain all over again.

Glancing around, Danny suddenly realized something.

Batman.

Bruce Wayne was Batman.

Bruce Wayne; as in, Gotham's own himbo billionaire.

Who lives in Bristol.

Which is where he is right now. Logically speaking, he'd be able to find it pretty fast if he just looked at the gates. It's probably just a few houses from Tim's too, now that he thought about it...

Oh, this was a terrible idea, but when had that ever stopped Danny?

Jazz was so going to kill him for this.

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you’re not sleeping on the floor - steve harrington imagine

summary: reader spends the night at Nancy’s after a party and gets an uexpected guest at bedtime... no warnings as such in this one :)

word count: 2.3k

notes: yikes it’s been a while, this has been in my drafts for TIIIIIME. Anyway, enjoy :) here’s the link to my masterlist if you’re interested !

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“You take the spare room, (y/n).” Nancy chirps in her deliriously drunken state as she flings open the Wheeler’s spare room. You’re met with a double bed, neatly made with plush pillows and a crochet throw to decorate. It looks sweet, and happily undisturbed, unlike the rest of the house following the party, which you’ve already promised to help clear away in the morning.

Nancy swiftly places a small kiss on your cheek before turning on her heels, “Sleep well, no snoring, I’m only down the hall!” With a roll of your eyes, you saunter down the hall to the bathroom where you flick the light on and close the door softly.

In the bathroom, you place your overnight bag on the counter and fish around for your toothbrush. Upon finding it, with a yawn, you twist the lid from your toothpaste and place a sloppy dot of mint infused gel to the head and start to brush. As you’re brushing, you tune into the sounds of people calming down for the night in the rest of the house. Doors closing, slow footsteps tracing back and forth in the hall and up and down the stairs, hushed voices and drunken giggles permeate the house and you smile. Still, you’re left wondering about someone in particular. Someone who seemed to disappear part way through the night, much to your sheer disappointment. You’re pondering where Steve went. He was supposed to be staying too, but you did see him chatting to Paige, so you figure he’s left with her. Before the thought could get too overwhelming and add a downer to your otherwise fun evening, you spit into the sink and get yourself ready for bed.

After you change into your pyjamas, you unlock the bathroom door and head back across to the spare room, closing the door softly behind you. The sheets are cool against your warmed skin as you pull them back and get comfortable before knocking the light off and shuffling further down into the bed. Within minutes, you feel yourself on the edge of a sound slumber, slowly drifting into a dreamlike state as your head swims as the effects of the alcohol wear off. You’re unaware of how much time has passed before you’re abruptly snapped back into consciousness. The bed dips and you hear a heavy sigh from next to you, someone’s made their way in here... As soon as your brain registers this, you quickly gasp loudly and shoot up, sitting bolt upright searching around for the lamp on the bedside table. As your fingers fumble around under the lampshade for the small switch, you feel the weight shuffle around again, paired with the ruffle of the duvet as it’s thrown back, as the person stands up from the bed.

Click.

The room is bathed in light as your eyes squint at the sudden brightness, a harsh contrast from the darkness that previously cloaked the room. You turn to the side of the bed and then your eyes meet the figure stood next to it, a palm covering their eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Steve?! What the hell are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack.” You harshly whisper at him as he stands squinting back at you.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He whispers back, “I didn’t realise anyone was in here. All the couches are taken, and I didn’t know where else to go.” His hand rakes through his hair as he shifts from foot to foot.

An irritable huff escapes your lips, “I thought you left with Paige?” Your intonation pitches to make it sound like a question, and Steve’s features soften.

With a shake of his head, he runs his fingers over his mouth, “God no.” He’s still whispering, “I thought you left too, I was trying to find you.”

He was? He was... hm. Interesting. “Well you’ve found me, and woken me up.” You laugh slightly at the harsh whispers the pair of you are passing back and forth. Slyly, you catch Steve’s eyes wander down your front at your pyjama top before back up to meet your eyes and you could swear there’s a tinge of pink decorating his cheeks.

“I’m just gonna...” He starts, taking the two unused pillows from the bed and placing them on the floor, starting to lie down.

“Wait Steve,” you start, realising he’s willing to sleep on the floor. Although the pair of you have been friends for a while and have on nights like this shared some drunken feelings with one another, it’s a thing that just keeps getting passed over as time goes on. But now, knowing he’s going to sleep on the floor, you feel a rush of warmth and confidence fill you. “You can’t sleep on the floor.” You state simply.

His head pops up over the side of the bed as you pull the comforter closer to you. “Why not? You’ll want that nice big bed to yourself. I’ll be fine here.” He shrugs.

You answer by simply pulling the comforter back on the other side of the bed. “Come on, get in so I can turn the damn light off and go back to sleep.”

“You sure you’re okay with sharing a bed?”

“Yes!” Your harsh whispers return as your tired impatience builds and he quickly stands up, places the pillows back and stands still, as if someone has an invisible iron grip on him. “Steve, c’mon.” You tut as he maintains eye contact and you watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I get you’re being respectful, but you don’t need to do that,” you say as you turn back to the light and knock the switch off before sliding back down in the bed and getting comfortable. You hear him drop his jacket onto the floor and slide out of his jeans before pulling back the comforter and letting himself sink down into the mattress.

The pair of you lie in silence for a few minutes, and judging by Steve’s now steady breathing, you’re assuming he’s fallen asleep. But for you, the opposite. The feeling of impending sleep that was flooding your body moments ago has gone and you feel hypersensitive to every noise that your ears register. With a small huff, you turn over onto your back and cross your arms over your chest atop the covers.

“You good?” His voice startles you through the dark and you turn your head slightly, trying to make out his position in the bed next to you.

“Can’t sleep.” Your voice comes out tired and impatient, you’re already recognising how tired and cranky you’ll be tomorrow because of your lack of sleep.

Before too long, you feel the bed shift again and Steve’s weight comes slightly closer as you still lie on your back. “Did you have a good night?” His voice remains calm and quiet.

You nod at him through the dark, but then realise he won’t really be able to see your reply. “Yeah, I did. It was fun.” Your head is still turned to face Steve and your eyes are gradually getting used to the dark and his shape is becoming clearer, and it is much closer than before. “Did you?”

He takes in a deep breath before exhaling, “Sort of.” His apparent drunkenness he entered the room with seems to have settled.

“Sort of?” You question before turning onto your side to face him, the arm you’re lying on bends upwards to come under your pillow, a position you’ve always found comfortable since being younger.

“Yeah, I guess. Don’t get me wrong I did have a good time. I just wish I’d spent a bit more time with someone.”

In the darkness, your eyebrows furrow, “Really? Who was it?” You are completely ignorant to his hints, and he loves that about you.

“She just looked amazing.” He starts and your stomach drops a little, disappointed that he’s going to spend the time now describing someone else to you. “I kept looking over at her laughing and joking around with her friends.” He stops and takes a deep inhale; your body feels heavy at the thought of him admiring someone from afar. He continues, “She had a beautiful, like orange satin-y dress on,” suddenly your breath hitches and your mouth feels dry. You think of your overnight bag, at the bottom of the bed, with that very dress folded up in. “There’d be times where we’d make eye contact, you know, and I’d just totally freeze and feel like an asshole.” You swallow quietly, trying so hard to make your mouth feel like anything but sandpaper. “Seeing her tonight made me realise that I’ve been wasting my time getting to know the wrong people. When really, she’s been right in front of me all along.” You daren’t breathe in case you miss what he’s saying, you almost can’t believe it. In your mind, doubts unfurl like mist curling along the edge of a lake, but all you can do is listen for more. “I think I’ve always just been scared that she doesn’t feel the same, you know?”

Silence. Nobody says anything else, and he’s so worried that he’s just fucked it up. Surely you’ve realised he’s speaking about you, or so he hopes you’ve realised. “...Steve,” you start, surely this is all too good to be true? “She does.”

“Hm?” He replies quicker than you expected.

You clear your throat as a signal of finality almost, “She does feel the same, idiot.” A giggle punctuates the end of your sentence like a period and your cheeks flush.

In the darkness, his figure is still indistinguishable, but the bed shifts to let you know he’s moving closer. Only a slight outline is visible and your heart picks up speed dramatically, throbbing in your chest. Gently, you lift your hand up and bump into Steve’s arm, making you realise he’s much closer than you thought. With a deep breath, you slowly move your hand up his arm, tracing your fingernails lightly over his bare arm before you reach the end of his t-shirt sleeve. At his shoulder, you move your hand along, gliding across his collarbone that peeks out from the neck of his shirt before you finally place your fingers at the base of his neck. Ever so slightly, you can feel the slight of his pulse beating underneath the tips of your fingers as they gently rest on his neck. With one final, wilful urge, your hand moves up to rest on his cheek, your thumb swiping across it, hoping that you’re not about to poke him in the eye. Your own skin is now covered with goosebumps that have risen in anticipation of the proximity you both now share. Whilst your hand made your way to its current position, you felt yourself shift even closer to him. Underneath the cover, his hand confidently finds your waist and he tightens his grip, pulling you close to finally close the gap between you both. His hand glides down to the side of your thigh where he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, once it’s resting comfortably, he traces his hand over places he could only have ever dreamed of touching. Your heart now hammers wildly in your chest and your skin feels like it’s on fire from his touch.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, his breath lightly fanning over your lips, again reminding you just how close you both are.

Your fingers trail down to the collar of his shirt where you give it a soft pull, inching him agonisingly closer. “You can’t even see me.” Teasingly, you brush your lips against his and you feel his grip tighten on your hips, he hadn’t expected you to feel the same, but he is absolutely not complaining.

“I don’t need to see you to know.” And before you know it, his hand leaves your hips and comes up to hold your jaw, his thumb placing itself right underneath your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before you feel his lips on yours. You both lose yourselves within each other as he kisses you slowly, meaningfully, like months of pent-up emotions are seeping through his kiss and you feel as if you’re melting into him, his grip staying strong on your jaw.

In synchronisation, your lips move together effortlessly, and you feel at ease together, like it’s the most natural thing to have happened between the pair of you. After what felt like an eternity, but was no longer than half a minute, you slowly pull away from one another. His thumb grazes over your chin and you tip your chin into his hand, enjoying the feeling of support that he’s offering you.

“Wear that dress again for me sometime, hm?” His voice is low, raspy with the fog of worn off alcohol and lust.

That one sentence, those eight simple words, send your heart into eruptions of excitement and thank God it’s dark because your cheeks tinge the colour of fresh beets. The whirlwind of feelings leaves you unable to communicate with efficiency, so you place another small kiss upon his lips with a brief nod, one you’re sure he will feel due to the proximity of you both. A roar fills your ears as your cheeks tighten with a smile and you shift down, moulding to the shape of his body as you tuck your head into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. If anyone were to walk in, it would look as if you were both used to doing this, they would think it was the most natural thing in the world. Happily, the thought brings you a sense of pride and calm that you hadn’t experienced for so long.

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aka-indulgence · 2 days

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Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!

I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…

Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?

(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)

(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))

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Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.

“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”

“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”

“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”

He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”

So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.

“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”

“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”

nice? is that all i have to say about her?

“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.

…

i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.

“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.

“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.

He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.

“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”

Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”

“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.

“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.

“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”

Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”

“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”

Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…

Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?

Your dad broke the silence.

“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”

Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.

“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”

Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.

“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”

“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…

“Found it,”

He turned his phone around.

There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.

Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.

He must’ve looked unhinged.

“What do you think?” Your mom asked.

“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”

Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”

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You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).

Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.

But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.

A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.

“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”

“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”

“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”

“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”

You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.

Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.

“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”

“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”

It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.

You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”

Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.

Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.

“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”

You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.

Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.

“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”

“What?”

“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”

“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”

There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.

You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.

Oh how naive you were.

He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.

“b… baby…… b… baby…”

Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!

It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.

And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.

Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.

“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”

#aka writing #ht!sans #sans x reader #i need to fix the x reader tags someday #jsdjggf #childhood stories are sourced from Me #disclaimer: no actual imminent threat #just get squashed by sans #lol

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jeridandridge · 3 days

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For Lovers At Night part 4

You and Melissa go on a real date. Someone catches on to her activities. words: 3454 Previous chapter

A night of pure bliss sends Melissa into the most delightful sleep she’s had in years. Lying tangled between the sheets with you running your fingers through her hair sent her into a spiral when she woke, wondering if everything was actually real. You two had stopped at some point for a break, you leaving the room on wobbly legs to get water and fruit for you both to replenish before coming back to steal kisses and more stories of each others past.

“Hi,” she grumbles out hiding her face in your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous.” You grin not stopping your movements. Waking up to Melissa’s weight against you, the smell of lavender and vanilla gave you a sense of happiness, loneliness you’d felt before melting away. Having been so career driven for so long and not really having family often took a toll on you. But now with Melissa everything was beautiful again. “Sleep good here?”

The redhead stays glued to you, her fingers moving up and down your side in lazy patterns including over the small bruises that cover your hips. “Better than I have in a long time, hon.”

Her raspy morning voice sends a spark through your body, of course she’d be incredibly attractive after just waking up. “You know, it’s really rude how stunning you are right now.”

“You already got lucky, Tesoro. No need to sweet talk me.” She hums.

Shifting gently to look at her you move your fingers to play with the necklace against her skin. “I really do like you, Mel. I wasn’t just trying to get into your pants.” You tell her softly, hoping your actions from the previous night and now could really show her.

Melissa knew that there was something between you two already. Something of real substance and feelings, not just a quick hook up. Looking in your eyes she moves her hand up to your cheek, something she’s now used to doing in such a short time of knowing you.

“Be patient with me while I get used to- us.” She whispers hoping you understand. In that moment she hates how she sounds. Scared and unsure, hoping you don’t get sick of her.

“I don’t know what your ex did to make you feel this way,” you start, “but I’m not him. How’s the quote go, ‘If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.’

A smile spreads across Melissa’s lips, eyes bright and full of a spark. “Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla.”

“A queer horror love story long before Dracula.” You beam gently squeezing her hand that cups your cheek. “I remembered that quote the first night I met you. You were sitting there reading and you were so content in that little corner. I tried to find a reason to come talk to you again.”

Melissa leans forward, peppering your cheeks and lips in soft kisses with a smile still on her flushed cheeks. You let out a laugh wrapping both arms around her gorgeous frame.

Letting out a content sigh the redhead takes her place back on your shoulder, her thumb still caressing your cheek as she cuddles in not wanting to move just yet.

“Do you need to be anywhere today?” You ask quietly.

Melissa thinks, knowing she doesn’t have much to do but grade some papers and do laundry all while avoiding Joe.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” She hums meaning it in more ways than one.

“Good,” you grin. “I think a real date is necessary.”

Melissa chuckles dancing her fingers across your skin. “Last night didn’t count?”

“Last night was- amazing.” You beam as flashes of red hair and the sound of breathy moans flood your memory. “But you deserve a real date. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.”

Lifting her head up Melissa pulls the sheet around her body sliding off the bed leaving you bare.

“Where you going?” You laugh watching her wrap herself in the soft fabric. Propping yourself on your elbows you watch her silhouette behind the divider wall.

“Your cute little kitchen to make breakfast.” She calls out finding her discarded panties and your hoodie that were thrown to the floor the previous night.

“After last night I should be the one cooking breakfast.” You laugh through a stretch, eyes going to the ceiling. Laying there hearing Melissa move around your apartment puts a triumphant smile on your lips. Getting up to find your discarded clothes you dress and come out spotting Melissa with her hair up and your baggy hoodie on her.

“You’re so cute like this,” you beam coming up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“What, with sex hair and a sweatshirt?” She laughs.

“Yep.” you grin kissing the side of her neck. This felt so natural to you, having so easily blended together in the small space.

“Careful, hon. I refuse to burn food. Mark that down.” She hums leaning into your touch.

“My apologies and noted.” You laugh slowly pulling your arms away going for the coffee pot. “You’re Italian and you cook, let me guess you make a mean ziti.”

“Damn right I do. Only problem is I can only cook for large groups of people.”

“Good thing I’m a bottomless pit. Cook away, Schemmenti.”

The morning carries on and Melissa cooks up the best breakfast you’re sure you’ve had since you lived at home. At your small kitchen table you sit talking and laughing with the redhead over more anecdotes from your life as you two get to know each other more.

“I did! I made like three hundred bucks that night too. Well, before the cops came.”

Melissa has her head thrown back, laughing in the small chair across from you. “A girl after my own heart, that was a hot spot in high school.”

“I can’t imagine how many parties were broken up in that hell hole over the years.” You laugh into your coffee cup. “I could picture a high school Melissa there.”

“Oh yeah?” She beams, “Do ya think we would’ve been friends in high school or college?”

“Definitely. If you spent time in the library or art room, you’d see me in the corner.”

Melissa grins at the mental image as she plates the food, patting your butt to go to the table. Breakfast passes by with jokes and soft touches, your fingers intertwined with the redheads when you make a suggestion for your first date.

“Pick a number, one or two.” You suggest.

The redhead looks at you with a quirked brow as she plays with your fingers. “Two.”

“Good choice, how do you feel about going for a walk around the park before the place opens?”

Melissa sits back with a grin intrigued by your suaveness. “It’s already almost noon, where you taking me, hon?”

“You’ll have to wait and fight out.” You chuckle gathering the dishes to clean up.

As you stand at the sink Melissa hears her phone chime in her purse nearby. Getting up to retrieve the device her face turns sour when she reads the name on the screen.

Joe: Did you stay the night at Barbs?

Rolling her eyes Melissa texts out a quick yes adding that she’ll be with Kristen Marie all day. She knew her little sister would cover for her.

“Anything fun going on?” You smile taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah,” Melissa shrugs setting her phone back down. “It was one of the other teachers asking about career day coming up this week.”

Melissa has always been good at lying, it’s a skill she picked up at an early age only now she finds herself feeling guilty for lying about little things like this to you.

“Hey that sounds fun, I bet a day like that gives you teachers a bit of a break.” You smile having no idea of Melissa’s inner turmoil.

“That’s also what movies and legos are for.” She chuckles. “Should we get dressed if you’re gonna take me to some mystery second location?”

“Maybe a shower first.” You smirk getting up, taking your clothes off as you make your way to the bathroom. Melissa follows you briskly, resulting in a shower that’s for sure to make your water bill high.

In the mid afternoon you find yourself walking hand in hand with Melissa to the mystery destination. As you two walk you can’t help but smile, the sun hits auburn hair just right and it makes your stomach jump.

“What? Do I look okay?” She asks adjusting her leather jacket she found herself loving once again.

“Nothing,” you chuckle, “you’re really beautiful is all.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hand smiling with her chin up just slightly. Leaning over as you two walk you kiss the corner of her lips. “Ha! Got ya.”

“Poor me,” she teases staying close to you. As you go through the park you see flowers blooming along the bishes, breaking away from Melissa for a moment you hop over to the brush to pick a purple petaled flower tucking it behind her ear.

Melissa lets out a chuckle gently touching the flower. She was in big trouble with this woman and it was more apparent at this very moment. Looking at the new person in her life she can’t help but be vulnerable for a moment with a giddy smile.

“You make me feel special.”

Slipping your arm around her waist you lean in kissing the tip of her nose. “I want to for as long as you’ll let me.”

Out in the cool spring air in the lively Love Park no less, Melissa wraps her arm around your neck pulling you into a gentle kiss. Smiling into against her lips you cant help but come to the realization that you were completely entranced by this woman.

“C’mon, let’s get to this real date.” You beam. Through the park along the street of businesses and tourist traps, you lead Melissa to a building opening the door for her.

“No way.” The redhead lets out as she realizes where you two are. “Axe throwing?!” She lights up like a little kid, practically jumping.

“Yep.” You laugh guiding her to a stool at the bar in the front of the building. “Acohol and sharp object are an interesting combination.”

“Funny, my cousin Niko says the same thing.” Melissa jokes sliding her jacket off into the seat. “It’s five o’clock somewhere right?” She asks flagging down the bartender.

After a warm up drink and signing a waiver, you stand in your caged in area in the back recording the redhead wind up holding the axe over her head.

“Is it wrong I think you look really hot with that?” You tease getting a laugh out of her.

“Don’t throw me off, Amore!”

Holding your phone up you grin watching her arms flex as she throws the axe, it landing right next to the bullseye. “So close!”

“Someone was distracting me.” She hums stepping toward you.

“Do I still get a kiss for good luck?” You tease resting your hands on her hips.

Melissa leans up obliging, giving you a featherlight kiss. “Go on, right now it looks like I’m picking our next date.”

“We’ll see about that, Schemmenti.” You grin stepping up to get the axe she threw.

“If I get a bullseye, I get to take you to the Phillies home opener.”

Melissa’s jaw almost hits the floor at the idea. “You- you wanna go to a Phillies game with me?”

“Yeah I do.” You grin turning around, winding up to throw. Melissa admires your toned arms, undoubtedly from moving books and shelving in the bar. She remembers when she met Joe. He was just out of the army and very much still in shape. Now, as a second shift firefighter his age and wear on his body showed along with the grey that was beginning to show in his dark hair.

Snapping out of it when you flight the axe, Melissa laughs seeing it go right to the red mark in the center of the circle.

“Remind me to never introduce you to my brother.” She jokes.

“Oh yeah? Does he have a thing for throwing sharp objects?” You laugh coming over wrapping your arms around her, the rest of the noise in the place now more lively, becoming background noise.

“Kinda, yeah.” She laughs resting her arms around your neck. This silly activity was certainly something she loved.

Later on in the night after a goodbye kiss, Melissa gets home around eight o’clock ready to get prepared for another week of work while Joe works on whatever in the garage.

“Hey, how was it with Kristen Marie?” He asks not looking up from the toolbox.

“The usual, gossip and backhanded compliments.” Melissa shrugs, not bothering to stop before she goes in the house, her mind still on you.

The next week goes on as it usually does. Texting occurs and phone calls when possible, and Melissa finds herself falling in love with the younger woman that’s occupied her thoughts nonstop since meeting. At the end of the week she teaches and is ready for a much needed break during career day. She was actually grateful that Joe said yes to coming in to speak to her class in the afternoon.

When the time arrives for Joe to come in, Melissa gets up going to the door. “Okay my little eagles, our next guest is a firefighter!” This gets a waves of gasps and “woah!” from the kids, eagerly ready to meet him. “Everyone say hello to Mr. Peterson.”

Joe comes in looking his best with a friendly smile for the kids. Waving, he comes in standing next to Melissa. “Hi guys!”

“Wait, are you married?” One of the kids asks putting two and two together.

“We are, kiddo.” Joe nods. “Isn’t Mrs. Peterson the best teacher,” he smiles knowing his wife loves her kids.

A chorus of “yeah!” fills the room before Melissa chuckles calming the kids down to let Joe talk to them about being a firefighter in the city.

A few blocks over, you sit in your office with a smile on your lips as you scroll on Facebook on your phone. You’d sent Melissa flowers at work, and were eagerly waiting for a text or call to hear about career day. You’ve known the woman for less than three months and it was way too soon; but you knew you were falling for her already. Sitting there feeling curious thinking about the woman that’s stolen your heart, you do a quick search looking for a Melissa Schemmenti hoping to learn more about her.

Scrolling the page your brows knit together when you see her profile picture, but with the name Peterson on the end. Maybe she hadn’t changed her last name yet is what you think. Clicking the page, you see her profile pictures, one of her and Barbara, another of her and who you guess is her sister, and a public post written on her wall by a Jospeh Peterson from only a month ago. The post shows a wedding photo in a frame and a long, tiring rant of “I’m not perfect but she loves me anyway” post that you’ve seen so many times before.

Taking a screenshot of the post and the profile, you sit back taking it all in. She lied to you. She was married still, not even close to being out of a relationship. You needed to talk to her.

“Did you like it?” Melissa smiles from her desk, Joe sat on a chair on the other side as they eat lunch together. It was strange having him there, something he hadn’t done since her first year teaching.

“It was fun, the kids are great, Melly. I see now why you talk about them so much.”

Giving him a tight lipped smile she takes a sip of her iced tea looking up when there’s a knock on the door from the school security guard.

“A delivery for you,” he ushers the man forward, clearly from a flower shop given the purple exotic flowers in his hand.

“For Melissa Schemmenti?” He asks checking his clip board.

Melissa’s eyes go wide and her heart starts to pound when Joe looks at her.

“Thanks pal,” Joe nods to the men getting up to take the flowers closing the door after.

“Joe I-“ Melissa steps forward trying to grab the bouquet.

“Who the hell is sending you flowers under your maiden name?” He asks turning the flowers around, not caring if he ruined them while looking for the card. Melissa sees it first, swiftly reaching over and swiping it away before he can read it.

Taking a breath she looks at her husband. “I need you to remember we’re at my job where a bunch of children are present.”

“I don’t give a shit, Melissa!” He fumes. “Who the hell is sending you flowers? What’s his name?”

Stepping forward he snatches the small card from her hand reading it aloud with an almost red face.

“Hi gorgeous, I find myself thinking that even a week without seeing you is too long now. To quote one of our favorites, ‘you reached in and put a string of lights around my heart.’ It might sound cheesy but it’s the truth.

Yours, y/n

Joes tosses the card down and paces running his hand over his beard.

“A woman huh?”

Melissa wants to curl into a ball and sob. She didn’t want it to happen this way. She was only happy that he had no idea who you were.

“A woman, I can’t even go kick anyone’s ass.” He lets out in a defeated laugh.

“This ended a long time ago Joe. It ended the first night you cheated on me.” Melissa stands her ground not showing any fear, finally tired of it all.

“Oh come on Melissa! I thought you were over all of that.” He tries to dismiss her. That’s when she gets angry.

“Fuck you,” she lets out in a bitter laugh. “You and I both know that every single time I found out you cheated on me I had to stop the boys from coming to kill you on the spot. I’m tired of knowing you’re fucking other women and not giving two shits about me. I let it go so we wouldn’t have to deal with the shame of a divorce, but I can’t anymore. I’m too old for this.

I met her when I wasn’t expecting it, and I definitely wasn’t expecting to have an affair. It just happened, it happened and god I love being taken care of and looked at like I mean something.” She starts to cry, her heart pounding. “For the first time in twenty years Joe, d’you know how long that is? To feel wanted and loved?” She whispers.

Joe meets her eyes, cheeks red but eyes softer now after her admission. He does nothing but look at the flowers and back at her with a nod.

Melissa stands across from him, eye makeup running and nerves twisting.

“I want a divorce.” She lets out in a whisper.

“I’ll move out tonight.”

With that, Joe grabs his keys and leaves, the door hitting the wall as he goes. Moving to her desk Melissa sits with her head in her hands, sniffling when Barb comes to her door.

“Melissa I- oh sweetheart.” Barbara rushes over engulfing her friend in a hug.

Resting her hands on the arm Barb has around her, Melissa lets out a sigh. “I did it, Barb. He found out. He found out and I did it. I asked for a divorce.”

Looking at the flowers and the discarded carb and mess on the desk Barbara rubs Melissa’s back. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart. Did- did these do it?” She asks nodding to the vase.

“Yeah,” Melissa sniffles wiping her smudged makeup. “They were delivered with a card when we were eating.” She takes a staggered breath trying to calm down.

“Calm yourself and clean up, text her to say thank you while I go pick your kids up from the lunchroom. We can talk later over dinner.”

Of course Barbara’s a saint, taking care of her and helping her out like the work wife she is. Melissa nods, sniffling once more as Barbara leaves to get her kids. Taking a breath she wipes her eyes and picks up her phone, freezing when she sees a text on her screen.

Opening it she sees your name and a screenshot of her Facebook profile. She can feel her heart breaking in her chest when she sees the anniversary post and your words underneath the screenshot.

We need to talk.

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #Melissa Schemmenti #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #lgbtq+ fiction

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Slow Down, You're Gonna Crash

Chapter Nine

Summary: Being a Verstappen means realising that you'll never be as good as her brother. She knew it. That was why she ran away to California. Of course, she's gonna fall for the older, naval aviator. And, of course, it pisses her family off.

Bradley Bradshaw x F1!Driver Reader

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Warnings: Drinking

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Bradley stayed sober on Sunday night. He still sat in The Hard Deck, watching the Formula One with Pete. But he had only water, ready to go and pick her up when she landed back in California.

But she didn't come back to California that night. It was several hours after the Grand Prix, when Bradley was back at his place, waiting for her to call.

And, the moment she did call, he lifted the phone to his ear. "Chicken! Are you in the airport?" He asked as he stood and grabbed his keys.

"ROO!"

He stopped in his tracks. "You okay, baby?" As the words left his lips, he realised that she was rather drunk.

"I am staying in Miami toniiiiiiight," she sang, the words slurred. "Gotta celebrate Lando's win. Did you watch it, Roo?"

He tried to watch it, but only found himself paying attention when she was on the screen. He couldn't tell you who won or who lost, but could tell you exactly what she had been wearing and how pretty she looked.

A sigh left his lips and he put his keys back on the hook. "Chicken, is there somebody sober I can speak to?"

There was a pause. And then a muffled 'PASTRY!'. Bradley heard the phone crackle slightly as it exchanged hands. "This is Oscar," came an Australian accent.

"Hi Oscar, I'm Rooster," he said, more out of habit.

"... really?"

Bradley couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Are you celebrating with the rest of them tonight?" He asked Oscar, suddenly feeling a little too much like a father.

"I'll be going to the club with them, yeah," Oscar answered.

"Can you do me a favour and make sure she gets to the airport safe tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, Rooster."

The phone call didn't last much longer than that. As soon as the call ended, Oscar sat down with her and forced her to book a plane ticket the next morning.

"Who was he?" He asked as she slipped the phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

There was a full minute where she looked at Oscar, but he could tell she wasn't all there. "Rooster," she answered as she leaned back against Logan, sitting beside her.

Her old friends from Formula Two blinked at her. "Oh, c'mon," said Logan as he shook his head. "His name isn't Rooster."

Her nail was between her teeth, but she wasn't biting it. "No," she said, her voice could only be described as dreamy. "It's not Rooster. He's my Roo."

"Your Roo?"

More of the drivers had gathered around now. She looked at all of them. At Logan, at Lando, Danny, Oscar, Carlos. Max wasn't there, though. He and Lando might have been good friends, but he wasn't there celebrating his first win.

"Boyfriend?"

She dropped her hand and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, answering it for everyone. He wasn't her boyfriend and, now that she was drunk, she could admit that she was sad about it.

But then she huffed. "Are we going clubbing or what?"

Lando let out a laugh as he pulled her to her feet. "I don't think any club is gonna let you in," he said and put his arms over her shoulders. She shrugged him off, though, and strode towards the door, giving her fellow drivers no choice but to follow her.

It was wonderful being back around her friends, but she couldn't help missing San Diego. Missing Bradley.

***

The next morning, Bradley stood against the Bronco, waiting for the moment she walked out of the airport.

And, there she was.

Sunglasses covered her face and she looked ready to throw up. Bradley pulled his own sunglasses down to watch her as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and shuffled towards him.

"Bradleyyyyy," she grumbled as she walked up to him, pressing her head against his chest.

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her. "Hey Chicken," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. "You look like shit."

She just groaned. Bradley laughed again, lips still against the top of her head. He grabbed her bag and pushed it off of her shoulder, throwing it into the back of Bronco. "C'mon, Chicken. Let's get you home," he said, arm around her shoulders as he walked her around to the passenger side and helped her climb in. "You can tell me all about it when you don't feel like you're dying."

Bradley looked after her, kind of. She didn't much need looking after, and he already cooked for the both of them anyway. Bradley got her water and painkillers while she laid on his sofa, feet in his lap, forcing him to watch trash television.

Periodically he asked her how he was doing, squeezing her lower leg. She pushed herself up on her elbows and pathetically reached towards Rooster. Bradley let her take his hand and found himself being pulled towards her.

She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him as close as possible. "I missed you, Roo," she whispered.

Bradley made himself comfortable. He laid himself down on the sofa behind her and she tucked himself against him, head against his chest as Bradley held her. It had only been, what, a few days? But she'd missed him so much in those few days.

That was how she fell asleep. Bradley didn't hear about how amazing Miami was, didn't hear about seeing her friends, watching the race or her wild night out.

But Bradley didn't much mind. He had her back in her arms, and that was all that mattered. He kissed her head, something he hadn't been able to stop doing since she'd landed, and tried to sit up without disturbing her.

But she was gripping his shirt in such a way that Bradley pulled her with him. "Shit," he hissed and pulled her against his chest.

Bradley took her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and gently unfurled her hands from around his shirt. Her brow was furrowed the moment she was alone, reaching across the bed in her sleep.

So, Bradley got her changed out of her clothes and into pyjamas (his shirt and nothing else). He grabbed some water, placed in onto the bedside table beside her, and crawled beneath the sheets.

His arms were around her, pulling her into his bare chest. A satisfied hum left her lips and she backed up further, flush against him.

"Goodnight, Chicken," he mumbled and kissed the back of her neck, moustache tickling her skin.

"G'night, Roo."

a/n: a short one ik but they're so cute, admit it

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𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬)

the title is a lyric form 'you can't hurry love' by the supremes

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝘅 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼

(A/N): hello there, lovelies!

truly projecting with this one because my therapist did say to use writing as therapy and I am using it to manifest two hot dudes as my boyfriends in this life (not going to lie, me being single in this month does feel a bit... not very right).

I am considering probably expanding this fics with small slices of life from this couple so if you enjoyed this pls let me know and I'd appreciate the living shit out of it.

as always, comments and reblogs make me write faster and better!

have a lovely day!

SUMMARY: upon being forced into cramped spaces with two of your hot past friends, you are brought to confront some unsolved feelings.

“My friends told me that they’d have a room you could rent till you find an apartment”. Albeit good news you weren’t eager to move from a former frat boy's house to another, although you couldn’t be exactly picky. “... you remember Satorou and Suguru, right?”.

WARNINGS: romance and angst, hurt/comfort, slight mention of insecurities, burnout and depression, polyamory, slightly suggestive, gojo can be a tad too much at times and gets has an avoidant attachment style, reader is a mechanic, afab character, she/her pronouns, slice of life, getting together.

You can’t hurry love, you just have to wait had been the leitmotif throughout all your teens years where each one of your friends fell in love and into relationships, while you stayed - silently - single.

It had gotten you wondering for the longest time whether you were too ugly, too stupid or simply… whether there was something wrong with you.

Your poor mother had always had to deal with the worst of your rants and she’d always repeat the same: your one true love would come, eventually:

“It might take a bit of time, but it’s simply because they are going to be utterly wholesome and perfect for you. And you know what? These things do take time”.

As you had also gotten into relationships, as a late bloomer, you had soon learned that the dream of finally not being single was far overhyped and currently at twenty-five, with a stable job and your own circle of friends, you had other problems to rant to your family about.

Such as the one of you being currently without a stable apartment since you were far too non-confrontational to tell your former roommate that no, her boyfriend couldn’t move into your house in your stead.

He had been already living with her quite stably and in all truth, you hadn’t ever enjoyed nor her nor the apartment, hence it had seemed like a sign to actually seek out another place.

What you hadn’t accounted for was that you lived in a time period having the worst house crisis ever, which had you crashing at your brother’s place and as much as you loved him, he was a former frat boy who had never grown up at the respectful age of twenty-seven.

Yu might have been a good brother but as a roommate was even worse than your previous one. A fact that he could feel deep in his bones since you’d oftentimes be glaring at him for having forgotten the toilet seat up or having left dirty dishes in the sink.

With this threat over his head, of course, he had moved onto trying to help you find an apartment nearby and one special night he had come back with an ample smile and a prompt proposal.

“My friends told me that they’d have a room you could rent till you find an apartment”.

Albeit good news you weren’t eager to move from a former frat boy's house to another, although you couldn’t be exactly picky.

“... you remember Satorou and Suguru, right?”.

And such names brought you to further want to shoot down the idea.

As you and Yu were barely a few years apart in age, you had oftentimes hung out with him and his friends and you knew everybody in his circle, especially Satorou Gojo who had been your - impossible - teen crush.

An arrogant boy who had many times made fun of you and your obvious inability to stop showing your heart on your shoulder.

Geto Suguru was his best friend and now boyfriend; you had a happier memory of Geto; if anything because he was far nicer than Gojo, always trying to have you included in the conversation.

The thought of sharing an apartment, albeit your conditions, had you definitely a tiny bit resisting, especially as you hadn’t seen either since high school had ended and it’d have made for an uncomfortable fit.

Not to talk about the fact that back then they had been friends and now they were a couple.

You were desperate, but were you desperate enough to third-wheel a well-established couple of two people towards whom you had harbored teenage crushes for?

Evidently yes, as you had agreed to Yu’s suggestion and in a week, you had moved into Geto’s and Gojo’s apartment, thankful that only the former was there when you came with all your belongings and an awkward gratitude on your face.

Gojo was away on a business trip and Geto greeted you warmly; he did remember the past times and he was quick to have you at ease as you insisted that you were beyond grateful for the room and you’d be moving out as soon as you found something on the market.

“Don’t worry” he had commented, as you sat onto a box during a break from settling everything around the place “... it isn’t like we had put this room at use. In all truth, the whole apartment is quite big for the two of us, although Gojo insists that it’s necessary”.

“I am just glad that I get my own private bathroom with a washing machine. I swear to God that Yu broke his own the year he moved in” you had promptly joked back, as awkwardness was swiftly turned into a familiarity that felt better fit for now that you were adults.

For the entire week, you had been careful and a bit anxious, worried that a single mishap might send you back to your brother, although soon you realized such a thing wouldn’t have happened.

Geto was welcoming and while you worked in the body shop throughout the day, he’d spend his mornings in university to fill his position as a teacher’s assistant, oftentimes coming back in the early afternoon to deal with lessons and such at home.

You didn’t bother each other, although you worried the harder of the two might be Gojo.

You were a bit worried he might pick up on your crush and tease you, and when the bell rang signaling him coming back home - “he can’t be trusted with his keys, alone” - you had sprung up as if something had prickled your ass, fast enough that Geto shot you a slight amused look.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Gojo and I have warned him to be on his best behavior” such a comment didn’t ease your jumpiness, if anything it worsened it, because if Gojo had to be told to be on his best behavior…

«I am back, my beloved».

Well, he hadn’t certainly outwore the whole drama queen attitude and although it was a bit frustrating, you couldn’t help a slight smile at such a thing noticing that even Geto grumbled before coming to meet his boyfriend halfway through.

«… can’t believe that you didn’t even think of coming to get me at the airport».

«That’s punishment for that time you came to greet me at the airport with a PornHub sign, Toru».

You definitely hid a small laugh underneath your hand as the two came back and you felt like you should have definitely bolted for your room, although it might have been rude.

Satorou Gojo hadn’t grown any less ugly in these years, if anything his instant charm had definitely heightened and paired with Geto’s sullen beauty, you were halfway through drooling wide awake.

«Baby Haibara!» you were promptly greeted, though, and you were startled when Gojo brought you in a tight hug, his face eagerly looking into your own «… haven’t you grown, have you? You were right, Suguru! She’s quite pretty, isn’t she?».

You startled at the compliment, and in such a movement your attention shifted from Gojo upon Geto, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, with pinkish cheeks as he went to lightly deck the back of his boyfriend’s head. Lovingly, obviously.

«I… well, I… it’s good to meet you as well, Gojo… I mean, Mr….».

«Mr. Gojo is my father and you are literally the sister of one of my best friends, hence the two things don’t match» he commented a bit more seriously, although with a softer smile «… have you grown bored with Suguru and his old man habits?».

«Fuck you, Satorou» Geto growled although without any true bite as he gently patted his boyfriend’s back. Even in such a gesture there was a casualty that had you feeling like you were far too much in such a scenery.

«I… everything.. I… I am doing fine» it was the worst and most awkward phrasing of the words that you could come up with, especially as it wasn't what you had been asked, but you couldn’t take it back, just sprint to your room under the excuse that you’d have a shift soon.

«Alright».

Gojo had pouted lightly, almost adorably and you had to stop halfway through the dining room and your own to catch onto your breath and curse yourself out for having behaved probably quite rudely.

Still, as you slowly regained a steadier heartbeat, you were startled to hear Geto and Gojo talking and albeit you were far more intruding, you were quick to lend an ear to such a conversation, if anything to assure yourself they wouldn’t be gossiping about you between your back.

«You had to go and scare her, didn’t you?» Geto screeched lightly, again more annoyance than true frustration «I told you to behave on the phone!».

«Oh, c’mon! I wasn’t that bad» you had a distinct inkling they might be talking about you, although you tried not to overthink it «… and it isn’t like I told her that she’s ugly or anything! I was just stating the obvious».

«And did you have to mention to her what I told you in a private conversation?».

You didn’t know what was more startling: that Gojo thought you truly pretty or that Geto had, indeed, told him that he found you beautiful.

Had this happened when you had been in high school, you’d have fainted, knocked your head into something and probably needed a trip to the nurse office.

Right now you almost simply risked stumbling on your feet.

«By the way…» you were definitely eager for a change of topic «… is that kikufuku?».

«Yeah, Satorou, your eyes are working» again that exhaustion although from the sound noise of a ‘smack’ you had an inkling that Gojo had just received a kiss «… she cooked it for you, by the way. Wanted to make a good impression».

You flustered at Geto exposing you: you had slaved the night before to cook the sweet treat as you had definitely wanted to at least ease whatever tease Gojo might be with food, thinking that if he was too busy eating his favorite treat, he wouldn’t have you flustered, although your cheeks did heat up and it was a perfect time to seriously go up your room.

Through this awkward moment, you had moved onto a more comfortable pace, especially as each of your usual timetables seemed to fit snuggly with each other, as Gojo would oftentimes work from home till late hours which would imply that when you came back from the graveyard shift, he’d be in the kitchen ravaging the expensive ice cream he got for such occasions till he got brain freeze.

After a few denials of joining him in the act, you had eventually moved into such an activity, swearing to keep it a secret from Geto although you were well aware that he knew it all too well.

Through the two months that passed, you learned soon that they weren’t anymore the immature boys they had been back there and although Geto kept his moods and Gojo his terrible humor, they weren’t so bad, enough that once the initial awkwardness was exhausted.

You had taken also onto hanging with them, although at first you had thought it’d be awkward and you’d be third-wheeling always, but instead as much as there’d be moments where Geto and Gojo would be each other’s partner, it never felt heavy nor intruding.

Aside from that time that you had been awoken through the night by heavy steps and barely held in laughter, startled to find that it was a wasted Gojo while Geto dragged him along inside the house.

«What happened?» you asked, not having immediately clocked the drunkenness out of Gojo, as Geto startled at your presence sending you a slightly hysterical smile of obvious awkwardness.

«He… well, he had one too much, darling» the pet name immediately had you flustered although you were startled when it was Gojo who reacted to it.

Not that it should startle you that a couple had a pet names.

«… no worries, I’ll put him to sleep. Sorry for having bothered you or woken you…».

«You should join our party!» Gojo murmured slurring through his entire speech as you shot him a tiepid smile.

«Can’t. Gotta work tomorrow» and you made to turn around as clearly you were intruding and you did have work in the morning, startled at the call out of your name «… huh?».

«Why wer… weren’t you… tonight?».

You didn’t understand Gojo fully as Geto tried to usher him and just resulted with his boyfriend slamming his lips onto his own, a bit sidetracked from whatever he meant to say.

That was decidedly far more intimate than you should have witnessed, still your feet were stuck on the ground as you witnessed the sloppy way in which the two exchanged an obviously passionate kiss.

You felt decidedly like a pervert, ducking away as soon as your feet started walking again, as you heard your name called out again although you didn’t turn around, smashing your head in the pillow and trying not to think about the scene you had witnessed.

Nor the way that Gojo had seemed eager for you as well, moving onto Geto only as a distraction.

Was it… no it wasn’t like that.

They were boyfriends.

Had been for the past four years and they were stable and wouldn’t have definitely any interest in you.

The awkwardness had by breakfast stemmed away with Gojo apologizing earnestly as you tried to hide your face not to show your obvious eyebags since you hadn’t been able to fall asleep after witnessing the whole ‘scene’.

Nothing had ever been mentioned and you had put any doubting thought to the rest, till the day that Gojo pushed you aside one day while Geto was at some seminary:

“I’ll be leaving for a month in a few days. A long business trip to deal with some family staff as well” he had explained without his usual slight amusement twinkling in his pretty blue eyes “Gotta ask you something. A favor if you will”.

You had promptly thought that it’d be to handle some stuff around the house, which you didn’t mind as you tried to make up for their help through both helping around the house - neither seemed to have a good hand for different maintenance tasks - and baking to Gojo’s heart content.

“Stay close to Geto, while I am away, alright?”.

You had been a bit taken a back but not startled, nodding eagerly.

“It’s no problem, I don’t mind usually… we actually had plans…”.

“I know” he had gently smiled as if thinking about you and his boyfriend going out without him, before growing serious “... when I am away… for long… he doesn’t do well”.

“I’ll make him company!” yeah, if you had had Gojo as a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have been all too happy to be left. Especially for a month “... no worries, at all! I actually…”.

“It isn’t just about company” again that somber tone which was so unlike his usual happy go-lucky and cocky attitude “... I… you must have noticed that sometimes… Suguru… he tends to isolate himself”.

You had, indeed, noticed that sometimes Suguru would overwork himself and the one fight that you had witnessed between the two had been about him not ‘properly taking care of himself’.

You hadn’t meant to snoop any further, rushing to get out and go bother Yu before the actual fight started but you had still heard Suguru’s defeated voice saying ‘you can’t fucking cure me, Satorou’.

“... he… he doesn’t do well, and I fear for long… time period”.

Well, that did complicate the whole idea you had had of ‘keeping an eye out on him’ while Gojo was away, although you didn’t mind it.

If anything, the sole reason why you suddenly felt a bit unconfident about it was the fact that you weren’t sure whether you were the best person for such a task.

Still, as if reading your worries, Gojo was quick to breath lightly and say:

“... he likes you. I do know that and I think that he’d appreciate it. Or at least I’d do”.

And fixed with those gorgeous bright blue eyes, you hadn’t had any choice but to agree to such a favor, being thanked by a tight hug that had you flustered as you brushed your roommate away, insisting that you’d be late for work.

In the end, you had thought that it couldn’t be too bad, especially as the first week was pretty calm with you and Geto going to the movies on the weekend and then spending the evening in some diner downtown that he showed you happily, explaining to you a few anecdotes about Gojo having almost gotten banned from it.

The second week seemed a bit more trialing with Geto oftentimes overworking himself and you finding him still up when you came back early in the morning from a late night shift.

He was always working and although worried you believed he might be submerging himself in work to avoid thinking about Gojo.

When you updated Gojo - such a thing always left a bitter taste in your mouth, as you felt like you were slowly betraying Geto’s trust into you - he didn’t seem all too worried and the gravity of the situation didn’t hit you fully till halfway through the third week, when you got a message from Gojo asking whether you could check on his boyfriend.

“He usually tells me to fuck off with my morning texts but I got nothing”.

“Maybe he just forgot to charge his phone” he had been a few times and oftentimes asked to use your power bank when he meant to go to uni that day “... I’ll check”.

You had noticed since coming to Gojo’s and Geto’s shared bedroom that Geto must be still inside and upon knocking after a moment of hesitation, you had been told to come inside just to notice that the place was quite messy.

Not exceedingly but the desk was immersed by different papers - a few graded a few messily signed - and the laptop atop of it looked precarious.

The curtains were pulled and Geto’s face was smashed against the pillow, which you felt like wasn’t already an indication and you stopped just short of the bed, softly calling out his name as if not to startle him.

As if he hadn’t told you to come inside.

«… need anything» came a light peep that aimed to be far more curt than it truly was, having you almost giggle hadn’t it been that you were worried.

You now understood Gojo’s seriousness when he had talked about it with you.

«Not going to uni, today?».

You had by now learned their routines and usually Geto would be already out of the bed, having breakfast with you by now.

«… anything happened? Didn’t sleep well?».

«You sound like, Toru» he muttered with that same bitter tone as if he meant to discourage you from moving any further, although he didn’t know that you could be far more stubborn.

Your concern was genuine, not out of devotion for Gojo.

Although you wouldn’t have admitted it even under torture, you cared for your roommates.

Deeply and far more than a normal roommate, but such a thing would have been ushered underneath the carpet for now.

«Mmh, I am not half as pretty as him though» with a playful tone, you gently sat down on one of the sides of the bed, mindful not to touch him so as not to overwhelm him.

You cursed yourself for not having done further research or having asked Gojo for any other advice, as you felt severely underprepared for handling the situation.

«… no, you are» you were startled by the slight mutter, definitely thinking that he might have been saying something else and it was muffled by the pillow, but what he spoke of next was quite jarring «… and not half as annoying as him. Still, a bit because you want to fix me, but…».

«I don’t want to fix you» you stated clearly, a bit taken aback and trying to hold back the tight annoyance you felt for Geto’s assumptions «… but I also can see that this isn’t … healthy. Like did you get any sleep last night?».

Geto seemed startled by the comment, lightly turning to you to show you his face and from the prominent eyebags around his eyes, you could tell he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, which in turn had you soften your expression much to his dismay.

«You don’t have to worry for me» he grumbled, making to turn to the other side «… whatever Toru got you up to…».

«Well, I… it isn’t just Toru» you shut him down promptly as you found that it was true. If you had come upon the scene unprompted, you’d have also wanted to do anything, because… well, because you lied Geto and you didn’t want him to suffer «… I am worried about you, alright? Is there… is there anything I can do…?».

«Just let me rot in bed».

That did seem like a rather… extreme situation, you thought as you lightly inched closer to him if anything to stall him in turning his face away.

«… this isn’t.. well, this isn’t your burden to bear».

«You talk so negatively, Geto» you couldn’t help but mutter, feeling yourself become flustered at your oblivious moment, although it did stall Geto’s own movements as he went to again hide his face in the pillows «… if I was bothered, I wouldn’t have asked, believe me».

«No, you’d have still because you are nice. So sweet like the candy that Toru can’t give up».

You almost wished for the ground to swallow you whole, as this man was suffering and you were having the time of your life under such revelations, although you should have taken them with a grain of salt; just because Geto thought you pretty and sweet, it didn’t mean that he’d have left his committed relationship for you.

Not that you wanted him to.

«… I’ll be fine».

«I don’t doubt it» you muttered gently as one of your hands finally did what it had been aching to do since you had been blessed with Geto’s bedhead, pushing a few strands away as you undid the man bun with which he had slept.

That couldn’t be comfortable, could it? It wasn’t an excuse to pass your hands through the silky tresses.

«… but I’d like to help… if… if there’s anything I can do, alright?».

For a moment, you thought the worst of it as Geto didn’t seem responsive and you’d be ushered out, which would have entailed for a rather anxious morning at work as you doubted that he’d have done anything truly… serious but the thought of him laying there definitely negative and catastrophic thinking had your heart clutch lightly.

As one would with a dear friend, obviously.

Then you were startled out of your thoughts.

«… can you… can you do something?» and you should have startled at how eagerly you’d have done anything «… hold me, please».

You were startled by the request, expecting for him to ask you to leave him alone or call Satorou. Not definitely such a request and while it filled you with warmth and comfortability, you couldn’t help but slightly frown and Geto noticed it as well.

«… knew that it’d be too much» he muttered and although his words were a clear grumble, you could feel the wetness in tears lacing them «… I am too much».

«No, no!» you rushed to pacify him, cursing yourself for your reaction «… it’s just… I am… I am not Satorou».

You started at the comfort with which you had called Gojo by his first name.

You had been roommates for months by now and yet, you hadn’t ever said anything so informal.

«… it’s just… I am not sure whether… it’d be… well, whether it’d be proper».

Considering what you had been thinking, it was the least you wanted to deny, but at the same time you didn’t want to break any boundaries nor take advantage of a moment when Suguru was so clearly and desperately vulnerable.

He seemed to catch onto the fact that your hesitation wasn’t due to him but your own awkward uncomfortability and insecurity.

Hence you were startled when his hand went onto your own and gently laced your fingers together in a move that was far too intimate.

You tried not to react so as not to startle him nor make him feel rejected.

«It’s no problem» he muttered gently as if he meant to be the one consoling you «… I know that you aren’t him. And he knows that I’d have asked you this».

You startled at the confession that they might have discussed this.

Afterall, Suguru had mentioned that he knew that Gojo had asked you to keep him company, although it was… strange to think that they had talked about you… also comforting him. It wasn’t weird, it was just… awkward.

As for the whole situation.

«I don’t want… I don’t…» you were stumbling and couldn’t help but feel like an idiot.

Your friend was definitely going through something and you couldn’t reign yourself in to give him a hand. Such a thought finally brought you back on Earth: it wasn’t like Suguru was trying to get you to cuddle with him for funsies, as he clearly needed just comfort.

There was nothing more than the willingness and need for help in such a situation and you’d have looked to it this way, ending the stumbling and silly words.

«Alright» you relented softly as Suguru seemed startled by your sudden agreement but still raised up the duvet to let you in comfortably which you did, ditching your phone on the nightstand «… better?».

You were startled when the Suguru smashed his whole body against you although he had, indeed, asked to be held, which you provided swiftly as your arms went around his shoulders while his own settled to your waist.

You were thankful he set his head in the crook of your neck because having to actually look at him in such an intimate setting would have left you scorching.

He hummed as he felt content with the position, all too glad when you resumed the hair caresses you had been indulging before and cooing softly.

His obvious darker thoughts seemed calmer as you felt him fall asleep within half an hour as he had to be exhausted.

With a considerable amount of stretches you reached to promptly get your phone and alert Gojo that things seemed settled for the matter.

“Hope it’s alright, we are cuddling” you wished to text him but somehow it felt a tad… crass. You settled onto a simple “I’ll handle it” just to be answered by a soft “... you are a little miracle, baby Haibara”.

You wouldn’t have ever outgrown the nickname, would you?

You also alerted work that you’d be taking the day off for a ‘family emergency’ and considering your streak of perfect presences they didn’t seem all that annoyed, unlike Suguru when he woke up a few hours later, right as your arms were starting to cramp.

After a few moments to realize his surroundings and a swift tightening of his hold on your waist to bring you closer, he startled.

«Shit! I…what are you doing here?» you thought for a moment of the worst, when he added «… shouldn’t you be at work? Shit… I… don’t tell me that I kept you from going, I swear to fucking…».

«No worries, I wasn’t looking forward to working on Naoya’s car» you muttered lightly as this specific client never trusted you with his car due to being a woman, bringing forward a rain of gaslighting and mansplaining that didn’t make you eager to face him or his car «… feeling a bit better?».

Although not fully convinced, Suguru nodded lightly, yawning.

«Want to try to get out of bed for breakfast?» he shook his head, instead lightly turning to have you spoon him as he backed into your chest having you giggle «… alright, I am bringing you breakfast in bed, but what… what about a shower, then?».

«Please don’t get up» he immediately shot down your idea and hadn’t you been worried sick, you’d have found him impossibly cute «… and not really… I just… I truly don’t want to get out of bed».

«Understandable» you said gently as you could only guess that he had been overworking himself to his own core. The thought having you guilty as you should have noticed it before «… well, what if I make you a deal?».

He perked up, although he didn’t turn around not fully acknowledge the thought of getting out of bed.

«… what if… well, what if we stay here for an half an hour more and then… then you get in the shower while I cook breakfast and we eat it in bed?».

The whole set up seemed quite romantic although you tried not to think about it.

«Are you… suggesting I stink?» at that you lightly nosed into Suguru’s hair, as he weakly laughed and you felt the remble brush against your ribs.

«Smell of smoke» you did notice him smoking a few times outside of the house and you could only guess he’d do it especially when stressed «… and a shower might be good. Always gets me relaxed after work, especially as I do stink».

Working with oils and cars wasn’t certainly the cleanest of jobs, although you enjoyed it.

«I just…» you waited patiently for his next works, lightly rubbing your nose against the exposed skin of his neck as you had noticed that Suguru seemed to enjoy it, relaxing the tension of his shoulders «… have this… fear that I’ll crumble. That everything will go to shit if I leave the bed».

It felt so… desperate and suddenly you wanted to hug Suguru tight to yourself and gently tell him that you wouldn’t have let such a thing happen.

That you’d have held him up no matter what, no risk of crumbling in your arms.

Still, you were his boyfriend. You weren’t Satorou and it’d have been… thoroughly inappropriate.

«… it’s silly» Suguru filled the silence that your reflections had created and soon you sprung in action leaving behind your overthinking.

«No, no it isn’t… I… certain days I… feel the same… I mean… I don’t pretend that I can understand what you are going through, but it’s very much not silly» you promised softly to him «… and what if I… what if I stuck around to ensure that you won’t crumble? I… I am a mechanic, I am pretty good in fixing things before they crumble in pieces».

It felt cheesy and you cringed at your words once they left your mouth but you also felt the way that Suguru stalled softly in his thoughts, his mind becoming quiet as he eventually conceded:

«I’ll try the shower» well, that was far more than you’d have liked «… but… but can you stay in bed? Not go to make us breakfast».

Your stomach did protest at that, but you nodded softly.

The rest of the day was spent with Suguru constantly beside you, as you spent the morning in bed with you putting on a silly TV series to help you both shift your minds away from your negative thoughts.

He felt better in the afternoon when Gojo called over and he did insist that you stayed there, getting absolutely teased for your Lightning McQueen pajama.

He did eat a light lunch and you managed not to make him grade any papers but instead read a bit and especially drink every hour when you’d show up with a bottle or a cup.

The following day was better although you did take the whole week off your job, much to Suguru’s mortification although you insisted that holidays were overdue.

And you enjoyed your time spent cuddling and chatting.

After the initial awkwardness of you being unsure of his boundaries, you had grown quite comfortable with Suguru in the next two weeks that followed Gojo’s return.

Still, it startled that upon the white-haired man being back your budding relationship with Geto was stalled.

You hadn’t expected him to be so physical with you - especially when it was clearly platonic, no matter the lingering touches - but it seemed that upon Gojo’s comeback, he had retired from you, speaking only when necessary.

It felt awkward and you were a bit hurt: on one side you worried whether you had broken some boundary as you helped him recover and he might be reinstalling them or actively hurt.

On the other hand, you couldn’t help the slight feeling of having been used and then ditched once Geto’s true partner came back.

You did console a bit through work and Gojo, who had insisted to return the favor you had done him by taking you out to dinner at your favorite place on a night when Suguru was out with some uni buddies.

You had been startled when he had held your hand on the way there and flirted with you so openly to the point that by the end of the night you were red, although aware it was nothing but playful. Still, it was comforting to know that you had, at least, the friendship of one of your friends.

And maybe… something more.

You were, by now, well aware of the budding feelings towards your roommate and they were starting to be unsightly to say the least, with Gojo’s charm and Geto’s coldness.

It felt like being stuck between a hot rod and frigid water and you were starting not to enjoy such a situation, hence why when your friend, Murasaki, told you of a solution for a new apartment, you should have been delighted.

In all truth, you were only partly listening to what she was saying.

«… and it has a gym nearby and a garden… we did take the little shitter that Megumi got…» and suddenly realizing you weren’t listening to her she slightly snapped her fingers in your face «… hey! The lights are on but is anybody in the house?».

«Yeah, yeah» you promptly waved her off «… I heard you».

«My sister says that they are ready to sign you on the lease as soon as you want».

Well, that was… scary to think about, because although your whole situation with both Gojo and Geto had come to a head, you weren’t sure… whether you wanted to move away.

You blamed it on comfortability but still…

«… need time to think» you eventually stumbled out «… is it alright with your sister? I wouldn’t want to slow her or…».

«What is there to think?» your friend lightly protested «… you have been on the lookout for an apartment for a whole year and I thought that your settlement with those two was just temp… oh».

«Oh what?» you asked confused as your friend’s face opened in a smirk.

«You liiiikeeee them».

«Of course, I like them, they are my roommates» you tried to play dumb but your friend wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

«You know what I mean» she counterattacked, as you gave up and raised your hands.

«Either way, they are together and there isn’t much that I can do».

The thought of breaking apart those two for a selfish desire truly had your heart clenching, as you felt like they were perfect together and in all truth, you wouldn’t have known who to pursue if they had ever broken up.

Gojo and Geto came as a pair.

«I mean… they wouldn’t have to break up to be with you» your friend commented much to your confusion «… there’s such a thing as polyamory».

«And there’s such a thing as not even knowing whether they like me» you shouted back, finally releasing all your insecurities as you felt like you truly had no chance with either of them and their kindness for you was at first pity and now comfortability «… it’s just… it’s complex. One more reason why I should… get my head out of my ass and sign».

Murasaki must have caught the obvious discomfort on your face as she simply gently clutched one of your hands and smiled gently over the table.

«Take your time, alright?» she comforted you gently «… my sister can wait a week. If not more if you need to figure out stuff…».

«A week is enough» because if this whole situation went further than a week, you’d have definitely gone mad.

After the talk with Murasaki you had thought of taking a few good hours stuck in your room to reflect on how to move forward.

You wanted to examine the house better as you had heard static while talking with your friend and you needed to clear your mind. Desperately.

Still, right as you walked inside, you were shaken by laughter and all too soon in the kitchen you found Gojo and Geto chatting animatedly between themselves.

Although not enough for you to sneak in unnoticed.

«Back early?» Gojo called out while you distinctively noticed Geto’s slightly lowered brows as if not to raise your attention «… though you were having girls’ night».

«I am too old for that» you tried to humor the situation «… and it was just a coffee. A few updates needed to be exchanged».

«Anything interesting?» Gojo insisted noisily as Geto tried to hold him back.

«That’s none of your business, Gojo».

«Oh back to surname basis?».

«Actually…» it was a good idea to rip the bandaid as letting them know about the house would definitely have you feeling a bit better and more sure in your choice «… my friend … Murasaki… her sister is leaving her apartment and it’d be… well, it’s a nice apartment and I… well, I think I might have found another solution».

You had expected cheers at least a slight bit of happiness while a chilling silence fell between you and the boys.

And then after a swift exchange of looks, Gojo started up:

«I am telling her».

«No the fuck you are not, Satorou» Geto replied irritated, as he shot a slight look of concern to you «… you aren’t telling her shit at all».

«You aren’t the boss of me, Suguru» Gojo said with a bite as his eyes turned to focus upon you, who was growing more and more confused by the second.

«Well, I am about to be the fucking death of you, Satorou».

«What… what is going on?» you couldn’t help but mutter, definitely feeling uneasy at their fighting scene, especially as you seemed to be the main cause «… please guys, don’t… don’t fight… I am sure that…».

«Suguru likes you»

Well, that was the last thing that you ever expected to be told from Gojo, as the black haired man didn’t immediately register the words but when he did he shifted his attention swiftly from you onto his boyfriend with a betrayed look.

And then his gaze became devilish.

«And fucking Toru over her has a crush on you as well».

Well, that was certainly the last thing that you expected.

And you suddenly felt faint.

«I need to sit».

All too soon you were propped on a chair, guided by a soft hand while a calloused one offered you a glass of water that you declined.

«I don’t need to drink anything. I need a hearing check» you muttered grumpily startled by the giggles that followed your words «… did you… did you say that? Did I hear you right?».

The two exchanged a look and you thought for a moment that you had either not heard them right. Or they’d be denying it. Which would be within their right, although you don’t think that you’d have survived such a notion.

Thankfully, Geto spared the two of you as he nodded before adding.

«Satorou wasn’t meant to spur it onto you» well, that’d have been… better.

A bit chiller.

«… please forgive the asshole».

«She wants to ditch us, babe, I was just doing damage control» Gojo shot back sickly sweet as he sent a slithering smirk on Geto’s way before turning to you «… thought you should know, sweetie».

And finally it hit your brain that what you had heard was true and right.

They both liked you.

«Shit» you hissed through your breath, as Suguru tried to push the water glass towards you while Gojo gently rubbed comforting circles on your back, through the skin that wasn’t touched by the chair «… I… I am sorry. I… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to break you apart or… shit, I am a fucking homewrecker!».

Again that awkward silence, which was stilled by a laughing outbreak coming from Gojo.

Of course, he couldn’t be serious in such a terrible moment as you realized the essence of your actions although you had yet to know how two gorgeous hot guys had fallen for you.

Or better, they liked you.

«I’ll move away as soon as possible, I… I am again… sorry I swear to God I didn’t mean to…».

«Hey, hey!» the hand on your back rubbing circles, stopped suddenly as you took a sharp intake of breath, aiming to calm yourself down «… breath, sweetheart, breath. In and out».

You followed the suggestion promptly and it did ease you up a bit, not to see dark anymore as you looked up at the two men, probably a bad idea as the sight was dizzying with the two looking worriedly at you.

«… when you are ready we can talk about it, alright?» exactly what you had hoped not to do, you thought, readying yourself for what was to happen «… take all the time you need and…».

«You both like me» you dumped down, repeating the obvious «… and I… you don’t want me to… move apartments? Why?».

«Because we both like you» Gojo told you as if it wasn’t obvious and at your disgruntled sight he went onto adding «… you are worse than Suguru over here who got into his head since you comforted him, when he realized he liked you».

Suguru refused to meet your gaze at such a confession as you turned your head towards him in utter startelement and disbelief.

Although it did make sense: he had pushed back for a specific reason and it hadn’t been because you had crossed any boundary but because he had.

«… not everybody can be as insisting and annoying as you, Satorou» he simply retorted «… excuse me for actually wanting to be decent».

«Literally not going to lie but I’d have liked Gojo’s whole behavior, because I was thinking that I had ruined our relationship» you blurted out turning slightly to Geto «… not that we have a relationship. A platonic one and…».

«Would you like a non-platonic relationship?».

Of course, Gojo had to ruin this.

«Alright I take it back…».

You went to say but Gojo lightly pinched one of your shoulder blades, getting Geto to stomp on his foot as you hissed at the pinch.

«Be nice or she won’t give us a chance!».

«At least I am doing something, Mr. ‘Wait-Till-We-Are-Sure’!».

«Can’t blame me for wanting to take things slow!».

«And boring! You forgot to mention taking things slow and boring!».

«Hey!» you called out again their attention as they had the good idea to appear ashamed at their outburst «… I still don’t understand shit, so don’t scream at each other. Fucking explain me».

«She’s hot when she’s assertive» oh God, you were already regretting this.

«Why aren’t you throwing me out if I destroyed your relationship?» you went to question.

«Why are you so dramatic?» being said by Gojo felt almost humorous «… you didn’t destroy anything. Aside from Sugu's balls, by the way».

«Satorou…» it was a low threat, although it had your cheeks lightly heated.

«Long story short: we both realized we were into you» Gojo went on ignoring his boyfriend «… and it wasn’t a simple crush, especially considering that we both seem to feel the same for you. And it’s an identical feeling to what we feel for each other».

Well, if that was unexpected.

«We like you. Genuinely and we’d like to pursue a relationship with you» Gojo went on straight to the point «… or at least that’s what Suguboo right there would say».

«… stop stealing my words» Suguru said through gritted teeth, before turning to you bashfully «… yeah, I… we… were trying to find a … better way to break it to you. To sound whether you’d be interested, which… you don’t have to be…».

«But it’d be kind of … you know… awkward if you weren’t» Gojo added much to your and Geto’s annoyance, who were trying to keep this moment as serious as ever.

Especially as you were definitely feeling a bit overwhelmed: you had come home with the intention to tell them you’d be moving soon and then now you knew they botched liked you. And they wanted a relationship with you.

It should have thrilled you, instead, you felt a dread: what if… what if things didn’t work out? What if it was a mess?

Never aside that moment you realized what Geto said about suddenly crumbling to pieces.

«You don’t have to… please ignore, Satorou, I just…» Geto’s voice took you aback «… I also would like to … apologize for how I behaved after… you know. I just… I just got worried and a bit self-conscious and I… well, I am sorry and yeah, you don’t have to…».

«Is it … is it alright if I think it over?».

It just felt too good to be true and you needed - desperately - to find the catch.

Never in your life had you been the focus of two men.

And what men were they.

Satorou with his confident and cocky arrogance but a warm gooey heart and Suguru’s tension and gentle strength.

They were far too much for you.

«Of course!» Suguru immediately answered as his own hand went to your shoulder comfortably «… all the time in the world».

«I’ll go to Yu’s house tonight, alright?».

It did feel a bit like running away but you needed it, although you did notice the slight dim in their encouraging gaze, especially as Satorou lightly huffed before assuming again his confident stance.

«Alright» Geto murmured tight-lipped but let your shoulder go and you were off for the stairs with your heart beating so fast that you didn’t know what was louder: the thumping of your feet or your heart.

You quickly packed an overnight bag shooting a message to Yu that you’d be soon at his house.

As you went downstairs, you found that the humorous laughter of when you had come inside had been squashed into a more hushed talk and when you stopped to say ‘hello’ they regarded you both tired and sad, with Geto gently kissing your forehead as a ‘goodbye’ of sorts, probably the first touch that wasn’t accidental in weeks.

“Send us a message when you arrive, alright? Don’t keep your boys up with worry” Gojo instead had teased although with his usual charm, smirking as you nodded shyly.

In the car you ditched your bag in the back and then locked yourself inside, with your hands already gripping the steering wheel tightly.

And it hit you: your crushes both corresponded to you.

It wouldn’t have ruined their relationship as you’d be simply added to their dynamics. It was the best of possible endings so why did it scare you so much?

“Because what if a day they wake up and realize that they don’t want me anymore” which felt a bit insulting to them but also spoke greatly of what motivated your honest reaction: you felt insecure.

Still, you couldn’t let insecurity dictate your life.

What if everything went bad?

What if everything went good?

At the risk of sounding as a manifestation Pinterest board, you took a deep breath and swiftly pulled on the car handle to turn around swiftly and get back in the house much to the startle of the two men who immediately came to threshold to greet you.

«Did you… forg…?».

«… was anything wr…?».

«I want to be in a relationship with you» you confessed as they immediately shut up «… and I am a bit scared. Sorry for running away and all, I just… it’s scary, alright? I never was… it never was like that easy for me with relationships. I… I was a late bloomer and this is… overwhelming».

They seemed taken aback, not even Gojo speaking with his usual chagrin.

«Still… I… if I didn’t ruin anything with the apartment and by saying I’d do to Yu’s…».

«You can’t ruin anything not even if you stepped on mine and Satorou’s heart» well, that was strangely graphic and having you flustered «… it’s… I get it, my first instinct was to run…».

«Had to stop him by the hair» Gojo sufficed a bit more relaxed than before.

«… but yeah… you can take all the time and you shouldn’t feel guilty…».

«I don’t and I don’t need time» you muttered flustered although seriously as you switched from looking to Satorou and then Suguru «… if you still want me…».

«Don’t ever doubt us that we don’t want you» Gojo was quick to shut you up as his arms wrapped around you comfortably «… we wanted you from the first moment that we saw you in our house. You fit perfectly so please don’t move away».

«Not at least till Satorou’s name is on the lease and we have free rent» Geto sufficed more relaxedly having you giggle as he squashed you and Gojo in his arm.

«You just want me for my money!»

«What else is there, babe?».

And giggling at the absolute buffoonery of your partners, you couldn’t help but think that after all your mother had been right: it might have taken a bit of time for true love to hit you in the face, to meet your ideal match.

After all, it was two of them!

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