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churipu · 4 months

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Idk if u take requests rn, but if you do, could you write fluffy moments with jjk men (pls include toji, i rlly wanna see him w fluff because there is like none) you fav would be cuddling, but you do whatever you want <3 Also, don't stress yourself when writing i, and please take breaks <33

JJK MEN + FLUFFY MOMENTS (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

featuring. toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, nanami kento x reader

warnings. jjk men being softies

note. i just read the most heart wrenching nanami fic, i think i'm not okay at all </3 but hi anon, thank you for requesting this — this is exactly what i needed after reading angst. i apologize if it took a long time to get this out omg, i hope you like it.

and guys, omg???? 700+ followers? i genuinely never expected my works to be recognized by so much, and meeting new writers here and there, making friends, makes me so happy (i'm not crying) i love u all so so so so much, u guys rock, ily all <;33

TOJI FUSHIGURO

hated talking about the future, but ever since he met you — he rambles about it.

toji has always thought his future was nothing interesting, he kills people for a living, gets money off of it and he gambles. that's about it, so what was there to think about in the future?

meeting you was the firsts to a lot of things in his life.

toji grew up in a loveless household full of anger, and lust for power. which is why he is who he is today. distant, aloof, detached. people tell him he'd be nothing without his strength and face, there is no denying that toji fushiguro has a face card. he knows that.

so when he first met you, all he expected was like every other day. people caring about his face, and only that �� and he'd play along although he's had enough of it, but no; you didn't care about all that.

face, money, strength. none of that.

he vaguely remembered the first time you spoke to him: "hey, mind helping me grab that box of cereal?" and he expected you to hit on him after, but you left it at that, muttering out a thanks and then leaving him in the aisle alone.

then for some reason he meets you again, the very next month. asking him the exact same thing, asking for help to take the cereal box which happened to be on the very top of the shelf. god knows why, both you and him just made it a routine every month after that. no communications about meeting and all. you both kind of just, met right in the cereal aisle on one particular day in the month, and then leave.

on the fifth month, he finally asks for your number.

"toji, is that your way of asking me out? because if it is, i'm disappointed."

"maybe."

and then you both kind of just sealed it; you're dating. nothing much changed, every month both you and him still go to the cereal aisle — he still helps you with grabbing the box from the shelf. the only difference was that now the two of you leave together.

toji hates talking about his future. but with you? he could go on for a whole day. he rambles about what he thinks and what he wants in the future with you.

"i wan' to get married. i wan' to marry you," did it caught you by surprise? yes. yes it did, "i wan' to have a family with you, a nice little family. i wan' to have a son so i could throw him around — but a girl is okay too, i can protect her from boys, i'll love them both equally. but i don't think i'll be a good dad to them. i'm scared they won't like me."

"toji, what? where did that come from?"

his back was pressed to your chest as you both lay down on the bed, one of your leg draped over his torso and he has his hand on your plush thigh, squeezing it every once in a while.

"i don't know. just a thought, i never talked about my future with anyone before," his body vibrated as he grunted, leaning his head back a bit, "i just don't think i'll be a good father, y'know?" he squeezed your thigh.

"why do you think so?" you asked him, placing your chin on the crown of his head.

"i just think so."

"stop thinking then," you chuckles, draping an arm around his neck, caressing his throat so softly it made the male shudder under your touch — but he didn't mind, he took comfort under your skin.

"can't." his voice was not stern or bold, it was soft and serene. he laced his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles gently, "i can't believe 'm saying this, but 'm worried about my future. 'm a little scared."

just the fact he was admitting that he's scared about something was mind boggling, because the toji fushiguro? who kills people? was admitting that he was actually terrified of something, which wasn't even the strongest sorcerer. it's his future.

you were silent, letting him talk because when else would he be able to be like this?

"'m terrified. 'm scared i won't make you happy. what if i don't make you happy? what if my kids hate me?" so many questions that you don't even have the answer to, but you placed your hand over his lips, shutting him up.

toji grumbled, he swiped his tongue over your palm.

"ew!" you laugh, wiping your hand on his shirt, "but why're you suddenly talking about this all? which videos have you been watching again?"

"nothing, can't i think about my own future with you?" he shuffles, turning to face you, prepping an arm under his head as he stares down at you. not in the condescending way — he stared at you with so much desperation for love, he slowly blinks, the glint in his eyes never changing.

"why out of the blue?"

"jus' because."

you poked his cheek, "liar."

he sighs, latching his hand onto your hips, pulling you close. he buries his head into your shoulder in content, "jus' worried about it, i never think about my future in the past. but now — with you, i jus' worry about it because i didn't think i'd make it 'till now."

you chuckled, rubbing the back of his head lightly, "you remember that one time in the park when you see that little boy crying over spilled ice cream?"

he hums softly.

"and you bought him another ice cream, but asked me to be the one to give it to him because you were scared you'd scare him off instead?" you ask him, your fingers tangling with his hair lightly.

"yeah."

"you'll be fine, toji." you tell him.

"y'think so?" he retorts back, squirming a bit.

"i know so."

GOJO SATORU

he has to know about everything that you like, he needs to know why you like them. every. single. thing.

gojo chased after you. you were one tough cookie, he likes a chase. he's so used to people fawning over his looks that when you didn't — he just has to know your name.

the curiosity to know your name ended up pulling him in a spiral of this little thing called "love". gojo swore it was just curiosity, but everyone else besides him thinks otherwise, he promised himself and people around that he didn't like you, he was just, well, curious.

but curiosity doesn't look like that. gojo finds himself asking people about what type of boys you like, and when he finds out about it — he tries his best to be your type. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite flower is, and when he finds out about it, he's out there sending big bouquets of it to you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite genre of music is, and when he finds out, he listens to them so he could talk about it with you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite series or movie is, and when he finds out, he watches them all intently so he could talk about them with you and hate on characters together with you. and he still promises that he was just curious.

he was just curious, he kept telling that to himself. so why does it bother him when you were out with another guy? another guy that's not him. not gojo satoru.

gojo asks you about who it was, and when you tell him it's nobody important, he gets upset about it.

"why are you so upset?"

"i'm just..curious."

"it's none of your business."

he left it at that. his whole week was ruined, he couldn't stop thinking about it. about you. and then he finally realizes, he wasn't curious — he was in love. so there he was, in front of your door at two in the morning.

"what?"

"who was that guy?"

"gojo, you're still onto that?" you ask him, tired, "i said it's none of your business. you're here at two just to ask me about that?"

"it's my business because i'm in love with you, damn it!"

gojo was half grateful when you told him it was your distant cousin, but half embarrassed as well. all's well ends well. he gets you in the end, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else — nothing in the world matters to him but you.

"baby, what do you recommend?" was one of the most spoken phrases he has delivered to you.

in restaurants, dessert bars, convenience store, movie theaters, anything you could recommend him, he'd ask for it.

"why do you always ask? don't you have your own preference, satoru? i'm not even sure if you'll like my recommendations though," he smiles at you, tracing small circled on the back of your hand.

"i want to know about everything that you like, and why you like them. i want to know everything about you," you look at him and smiled, honestly, what did we ever do to deserve him?

"why?"

"because i love you." yeah, he wasn't just curious. he's in love. and deep.

NANAMI KENTO

he always orders food that you like, and shares some with you — even if you didn't ask for it.

nanami never expected to be in relationships. in fact, relationships was the last thing in his mind — but when he met you, he just kind of felt attracted. he seeks for your comfort whenever he's tired, and when you weren't there, nanami just sort of drowns in himself until he could see you or hear your voice.

at the beginning of your relationship, nanami was never the one to initiate things because he wasn't an experienced male in relationships. you ask him and he just sort of do it without any other complaints.

but as time goes on, he get the hang of it. what he should do and what he shouldn't — it's adorable, he's started doing things that he never thought he would do in his life, but here he was sitting by your side; peeling apples for you because you wanted them.

"kento, eat some. it's going to be finished by the time you finish peeling every one of them," you joked, your legs on top of his thighs.

nanami hums softly, "it's okay. as long as you like it."

nanami doesn't realize the weigh of his sweet words sometimes, he does it and asks himself to why you were reacting like that. sweet talk is his vocabulary. he says it with no worries, telling you things you've always wanted to hear but never say.

but one thing that always stuck to him and you from the first time you got close up to now was: nanami always orders things that you like. you never understood the reason behind it, and when you tried asking him about it, he just tells you he was craving it.

it didn't seem odd at first — but as time goes on, his whole taste was just an exact copy of yours.

if you get something different than your usual menu, nanami will get your usual menu because he knows damn well that you're going to end up wanting them. although you don't tell him when the food comes, nanami makes it his job to share with you. and that's really sweet of him.

but when you get your usual menu, nanami orders something with elements that you like in them and shares them with you even without you asking for a bite. and not only that, he didn't share a spoonful — he shared a lot.

"ken, you don't have to share with me. i have my own food." you tell him, despite your heart tugging you to just let him share because you were too shy to say that you wanted a bite.

"it's alright sweetheart. i'm a little full." he lies. he ends up snacking on something on midnight, and it's now a routine.

so in exchange for that, you always make it your job to stock up foods ranging from small snacks like biscuits, chips, up to instant or pre-heated food. even cutting up fruits so nanami could snack on it, and he caught on to it pretty quick.

but he didn't complain, he likes it when you do it.

"ken, i cut out some mangoes and dragon fruit. you can eat them if you're hungry."

"thank you y/n."

mutual wins.

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pradabambie · 3 months

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the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 5

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a/n: yay! part 5 is finally here. this is the last part of this little fic, maybe sometime in the future i'll make a little blurb on reader taking felix back to obx on winter break, but idk yet. hope u like it! <3

it was early in the morning when felix realized he’d left his history book at the dorm. he got up, threw a jersey on and made his way on to the room the both of you shared.

he was about to push the key in when he heard it

“y-yes rafey, fuck, feels so good”

his jaw dropped at the pornographic sound coming out of your mouth and past the thick wooden door, going straight to his cock.

his brows furrowed in pleasure just imagining the face you were making, panting out of you pink pouty lips and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

his pants tightened. that should be him making you scream and moan and beg, not goddamned rafe.

felix decided to turn around and leave the book behind, rather than spending the class with sticky pants.

two days. he just had to survive two whole days and then rafe would be gone, and he’d have you all to himself again.

but rafe's intention wasn’t to go unnoticed for the rest of his stay; it was quite the opposite.

obviously, he had rented a huge room at a five-star hotel close to campus, but he made sure to spend every possible moment in the dorm that you and felix shared.

he accompanied you to each of your classes, buying you coffee, carrying your books, and wrapping his massive bicep around your small shoulders to make sure "every nerd on the quad knows you’re mine”

felix was going fucking crazy.

strangely, he began to feel grateful for the endless classes you both shared, as it was the only time he could have your undivided attention, without the tall blonde trying to steal you away.

at the end of the third and final class of the day, both of you slowly headed towards the exit, trying to avoid the whirlwind of exhausted students stuck in a hurried attempt to escape the classroom.

"so, you wanna get some sushi or what? it's friday, you know? our tradition..." felix gave you the biggest puppy eyes ever, begging for some extra alone time with you.

"lex... you know i can't leave rafe alone. he came all the way here, and he's leaving soon, and-"

he stopped you before you could continue. "i know, i know. so, let's just make an exception this time and invite him. it'll be fun!" felix was trying to convince himself more than you.

"really? sure! i'll go tell him right now!" you started to run towards the cafe where rafe was working while he waited for you to finish. "thanks, lex! i promise we'll have the best time!" you yelled before turning the corner. felix smiled until you disappeared.

"best time ever," he mumbled while kicking a small rock, making his way back to the dorm.

a couple of hours later, the three of you were entering the small but bustling sushi restaurant, taking the corner table that felix and you reserved every friday, adding an extra chair, of course.

after the three of you ordered the food, silence invaded the cramped wooden table, your mind racing a thousand miles a minute, trying to find some topic the three of you could talk about.

the atmosphere was thick with tension as rafe made himself comfortable, effortlessly slipping into the role of the possessive boyfriend he was used to being in.

his rough hand, large and commanding, played with the rings on your fingers, an action that didn't go unnoticed by felix.

rafe seemed unfazed, enjoying his position of control.

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered something that made you giggle.

felix's jaw tightened as he struggled to maintain composure. he wanted to get the hell out of there and fuck the brains out of the first girl that crossed his sight, all while thinking of you, and the sounds he heard outside the dorm that day.

"so... how was class?" rafe asked, attempting to break the silence, but his eyes remained fixed on felix, a silent challenge embedded in his gaze.

felix, now feeling cornered, decided to play along. "oh, you know, the usual," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. “me and your girl here took some notes, didn’t we? huh?” he grinned at you and you let out a giggle.

"for sure, ollie didn't even notice!" you laughed harder now, recalling what happened in class just a few hours ago.

rafe was furious at the little inside jokes that the two of you seemed to share, which prompted him to move one of his hands to your hair, playing with it while trying to calm down and control his jealousy.

he pressed a soft kiss on your temple, faking a laugh to try to disguise his feelings.

as the dinner progressed, rafe's bold moves continued, making felix more and more irritated.

your boyfriend draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, as if to assert his dominance, his fingers finding the dainty black strap of the dress you decided to wear, and toying with it, teasing not only you, but felix as well.

every touch, every glance seemed like a deliberate move to stake his claim.

felix, now more annoyed than ever, struggled to hide his frustration behind a facade of indifference.

“i’m surprised you haven’t introduced me to your girl, catton.” rafe smirked “except, of course, you don’t have one” he mocked, making you send a disapproving look his way.

“rafe, shut up”

“no, no it’s okay i mean he’s just curious” felix knew perfectly well the intent hiding behind rafe’s words “i’m not a one-woman man, still trying to find the right one y’know?”

his big brown eyes flashed a quick look at you, blood rushed into your cheeks almost automatically.

“i'm actually meeting with a candidate after dinner”

the boys shared a laugh, but the comment made your stomach turn.

who was this girl felix was meeting and why didn’t he mention this before? was this a lie to look cool in front of rafe? but most importantly, why did you care this much if he went off with a girl? what was wrong with you?

the check coming to the table snapped you out of your trance.

you and rafe decided to spend the night in his hotel room, you know, just in case felix decided to take his “date” back there and you sure as hell didn’t need to see that.

just a couple minutes had passed since you entered the room, and rafe already had you lying in bed, planting sloppy wet kisses on your neck and making his way to your -already soaked- panties.

“so needy huh?” he groaned as he slipped a finger in.

you whined a pathetic “yes”, as he pushed another finger inside you.

unexpectedly he pulled both fingers out, ripping your pink panties off and filling you out, making your eyes roll back.

“are you gonna miss this dick?” you nodded as moans left your pink puffy lips. “use your words sweet girl”

“yes rafe, i'll miss your dick so f-fucking much” you cried out.

after making you cum a couple times, you found yourselves curled up in bed, your boyfriend’s hands tracing patterns on your exposed back.

you dazed off and before you knew it, it was already the next day, and you were standing inside the airport, wiping a few tears that had escaped your eyes.

“i promise i'll be there as soon as i can” you sniffed “winter break is in a couple weeks, and i'll go home”

rafe gave you one final hug, and a couple moments later you were having at him as he made his way to the platform.

he saw you check your mascara on your phone screen, which made him smile.

and he saw as you exited the airport, the tall brunette offering you a comforting hug, and getting you into a cab.

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kamiversee · 22 days

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The F*ck List (semi-official) Breakdown.

The following was submitted by my lovely ☃️anon, & I needed to make this it’s own post given how long it is, my replies & clarifications are written in between this breakdown & theory (Ex: A/N > Etc.).

Here, you’ll find majority of details you may have missed & maybe even more to think about. Enjoy :)

(wc; 5.7k) (content; spoilers ofc)

holy shit Kami. i literally had to take the entire day to process everything. before anything else, i need you to know that you've created an absolute masterpiece. TFL was the first fic i ever cared to keep up with and it has set the bar impossibly high for any other writer out there. please take your time with TFL 2, i'm so excited to read your other work!! also a break sounds like it would be so good for your mind considering how long you've dedicated yourself to this story 😭😭😭 you're seriously impressive. heads up, i didn't proofread this at all bc i finished typing this at 4 am LMFAO so forgive me if it's all scrambled and makes no sense.

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A/N > Thank you for taking the time to write this breakdown, I seriously appreciate it so I wanted to take my time in responding to it & engaging with you :)

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now, on to the yap. i deadass cracked my knuckles before typing all this out.

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A/N > You’re so real for tht ngl

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i reread the entirety of TFL from chapter 1 and my brain is so melted from analyzing that i'll prob find more details tomorrow after i sleep on some theories 😭 BUT HOLY FUCK YOU REALLY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HINTING AT GOJO'S OBSESSION SINCE LITERALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER??? the fucking hint being that "Gojo's desire for you is so strong it's almost frightening." GIRLLLLLL 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

your foreshadowing and referencing is insane. idk if you intended a lot of it, but a lot of it caught my eye.

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A/N> I TOLD YOU GUYS IVE BEEN DOIN IT SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER !! Okay not exactly but like there was a vibe I had from the first chapter & when I later came up with the twist & went back and saw that everything would connect perfectly ^.^

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chapter 7; the reader and Gojo have lighthearted banter about how the reader "started this" situation.

"I made a mistake." [reader]

"A good one."

"Bad one." You correct.

this was regarding a completely different situation but it baffled me how much it connects to the plot itself; the reader making the "mistake" of leaving her door open, and how it lead to months full of trauma and love. probably completely unintentional, but such a good detail.

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A/N > Very intentional btw, it’s supposed to be known that, in a sense, Gojo x reader is forbidden :)

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Choso's still staring at you intently, "What version of you would someone not like?"

The way he words his question only furthers that little feeling in your chest. It's almost as though he were implying that any and all versions of you would be acceptable in his eyes. - Chapter 16

THE WAY WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT CHOSO WOULD STICK BY US REGARDLESSSSSSSS AAAAAA WE'RE SO BLIND!!! i just hope this stays true to the sequel :')

"No, I wish you didn't have to hate me." He says, shutting his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath, "B-But... it's uh, It's okay. I can live with you hating me." - Chapter 21

AAAA WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!! WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS FORESHADOWING OUR FUTURE WITHOUT GOJO 😭😭😭 how he can live with the idea of the reader hating him so long as she's happy with Choso, especially considering his later revelations of how twisted his actions were and how if you stuck with him, he'd view you differently. fuck.

You despise the fact that he loves you. To you, it's almost entitled for him to feel like he has that right. How dare he hold such a strong emotion for you? If he felt this way, why is he forcing you to sleep with people for him? It makes no sense.

Why would someone claim to love you and put you through so much?

If he's been in love with you all this time, why start the list in the first place? Why couldn't he have just tried to win your heart from the beginning? Why the list? Why the blackmail? You don't understand him. - Chapter 23

i'm crushed. we didn't understand because we didn't know that Sukuna was involved. that could mean a million other things. i have some far-fetched theories about this but hear me out later!!!

the entirety of chapter 23 had me fucking floored while i was rereading. THE FORESHADOWING WAS EVERYWHERE!!! EVERY FUCKING WHERE

"No sweetheart, Sukuna's an asshole but..." His expression flickers and his smile fades away. He swallows and then clears his throat, "I'm pretty sure he'll satisfy you just fine."

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You narrow your eyes at him, "Are you sure?"

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"Fuckin' positive," Gojo suddenly sounds pissed and you grow concerned. The arm around you gets a little tighter while he walks you through some crowds and you keep looking at the man confused.

There's a vein popping out along his jawline because of how hard he's gritting his teeth.

of course he's aggravated because he knows that Sukuna is the one behind the list in the first place 😭😭😭 I'M SORRY WE DOUBTED YOU SATORU, FUCKKKK

——FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna. The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"What all did you plan on doing tonight aside from getting harassed by strangers?" Sukuna suddenly questions against your skin.

You ignore how close he is and the way his lips make you tense, turning your head to face forward. Chuckling at his last comment, "Same thing as everyone else here." You reply, slightly confused by his question.

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

this 100% could be just him being cocky and Sukuna, but the recent reveal just makes this feel like an extra demeaning interaction. but of course, it's Sukuna.

chapter 24 is so fucking shady too with everything we know. i know you addressed some of these points already bc i brought them up in previous anon messages, but these things still had me paranoid;

the way Sukuna leaves us and tells the reader to go to his room after a certain amount of time (i know he could have just been tidying up real quick but everything about this man has me on edge)

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A/N> A lot of people are on edge about this but I’ll be honest, there’s nothing crazy that happens in between this time period. Not saying nothing happens but nothing crazy— it’ll be addressed later (in the next fic most likely)

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the way he's been consistently on the phone since the reader entered the room, which is shortly after she messaged Gojo saying that she'll be able to cross Sukuna off of this list by tonight which he wasn't happy with at all.

no seriously, he kept diverting his attention to something in the bathroom and then came out, still on his phone. maybe he's talking to literally anyone else but STILL I'M PARANOID

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A/N> This is to show the fact that Sukuna is a very socially active individual, & hints to the theory (I think you later state) that he has connections.

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this happens in chapter 25 but the way he keeps smiling while the reader kisses him is just so smug of him especially considering the original reason as to why the reader's even interacting with him

then the spicy chapters with Sukuna…

the foreshadowing that the lack of knowledge of Sukuna's reputation will come back to bite her in the ass; first with the knowledge that he is abusive, and then her finding out that he is the curator of the list, knowing the full details of her blackmail and even threatening her again.

WHO DID HE FUCKING FIGHT HELPPPPP MY MIND IS BOGGLING there's no way it's Gojo, right? they're both too unscathed in these next few chapters for there to have been a fight between the two of them.

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A/N > It’s not Gojo. 🙏

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THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE HE CONTEMPLATED SOMETHING WITH THE PHONE IN HIS HAND??? I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING CALLED IT WAS SOMETHING SHADY AS HELL.

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A/N> The other Sukuna hint I was talking about is right before this moment btw, you’re welcome ;)

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then he has the audacity to hold his tongue right afterwards?? it's such a big hint towards the fact that he knew about the list from the beginning UGHHHHHHHH.

the way he tried to humor the reader about her "job" even though he was in on the whole thing. UGH. SUKUNA WHEN I GET YOU SUKUNA?? 👊👊👊👊 especially with that "whore" joke right afterwards. i can't stand him. i know that it's implied that he has a twisted view on women from having abusive women in his life (his mom and his ex who he punched) BUT STILL. he's so lucky he's fictional and hot.

the fact that we're able to pick up on the fact that it's a "crazy coincidence" that he continues the whore jokes UGHHHHH HE HAS BEEN PLAYING US FROM THE STAAAAAARTT

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

GIRL YOU WERE ALMOST THERE!!!! YOU ALMOST HAD IT!!!

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A/N > I love teasing in my narration by nearly spoiling things 😹

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seriously though, these chapters killed me. the official end obliterated my heart. it's so fucking bittersweet i want to scream at the top of a high building. the reader ends up happy and with someone she loves, which is fantastic for her. she deserves that after everything she went through. Choso treats her so, so well.

but Gojo. with the theories i have, i feel horrible. i was so harsh towards him as a die hard Choso girly but these endings changed me. i just hope i'm right.

the fact that his healing journey is harsher than ours makes this ending sting so much. he's healed, and you can see it with his demeanor from the call and the way he interacted with the reader.

we were always made aware of the way he looked at us such deep attachment. the initial gleam shows that he's happy to see us, but that he's not reliant on us for his happiness anymore. he's finding that on his own, and it's a grueling process for him. i wished the reader gave him a hug, but that would probably make me feel even worse.

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A/N> He gave her a lil side hug (with his arm over her shoulder) & was resting his head on hers at the end if that makes you feel any better 😅

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"Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start." i'm gonna throw up bro i'm so sad. i'm proud of his growth. his obsession was so, so strong but he always prioritized the reader's happiness over himself. i know that being self-sacrificial is so core to his personality but it doesn't make it suck any less. i'm devastated. i started blasting mitski in the car on my way to work after reading this.

i thought i was ready for the journal burning. i was so ready for this tie to be severed, for them to finally move on. but i failed to realize that it could ultimately mean a life without each other. it makes sense as to why, but it still sucks.

kami i need that poly ending before i cry my eyes out at 4 am rn. you know i can't handle angst, but bittersweet endings lowkey hurt me even more. i need all my babies to be happy. i desperately need it.

but that alt ending... fuck. in a horrible, sick, and twisted way, i'm relieved. i'm a Choso girly from the bottom of my heart but i can't let this Gojo go omfg. even if he shows up for one more chapter, i think i'll be alright. BUT IT BETTER NOT BE FOR DEATH KAMI!!!! I HAVE A FEW EXCERPTS THAT SUGGEST DEATH FLAGS BUT I AM SIMPLY NOT LOOKING AT THEM. DON'T DO THIS TO ME KAMIIIIIII. i need this boy to be frolicking in a field of flowers or something. my heart can't take this.

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A/N> I know I reference death a lot but that’s just to add a sense of how dramatic the characters are 🫶

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okay, time for my mind-fucky theory. pls bare with me. if it wasn't obvious by my last post, i'm 100% on board with the theory that Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo, which started this whole thing. but the thing that is getting me is how this all connects. i have some assumptions that could make sense, but there are a handful of gaps. here's my thought process;

Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo by using his obsession/love against him.

we are already familiar with the fact that Gojo has liked the reader for years. there was a chapter where Gojo mentioned that it started off as a "crush" but he was so oblivious to his own obsession up until the reader mentioned it to him. it's to the point that he didn't understand what was wrong with the idea of hurting people for the reader. who's to say that Sukuna didn't catch him in some sort of heinous act regarding the reader like stalking?

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A/N > You’re cooking with this one and I almost, almost had to go get the fire extinguisher :D

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Gojo didn't understand the difference between love and obsession until later on in the story. this would be consistent with the implication that Gojo just loved her so deeply that his morals were askew as we have yet to find out how far his love goes.

what if Sukuna caught him in the act of doing god knows what, and brought up the fact that if the reader found out about this, that she'd get super freaked out and would do everything she can to get away from him (considering probably barely knew each other, if at all, at this point). but why would Sukuna devise such a plan over a money bribe? well, Sukuna's already revealed to be wealthy, and maybe he was bored. the same line that Gojo kept repeating to the reader whenever she questioned him as to why he did it. what if Gojo asked Sukuna why he's blackmailing him, and he said the exact same thing; "I was bored." we see how much Sukuna mirrors Gojo's speech by calling the reader "sweetheart" often, what if Gojo did the same thing?

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A/N > Gojo & Sukuna do have a few parallels in this story & they will be addressed more in the sequel.

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we wondered in chapter 23 how Gojo reaches out to these men to ensure their debt is "paid," but considering how oblivious everyone else on the list is to Gojo owing them anything, it would make sense that he only reports to Sukuna as he is ordered to do so. but two things stumped me on this theory overall.

the reader said that she used to party a lot and get involved with boys before Gojo. if he was stalking her for so long, why did he wait so long to approach her?

what specifically would be the blackmail that Sukuna has on Gojo?

regarding the first point, it's been mentioned that Gojo has been "scared of women" and was shy when it came to approaching the reader. he knew of her for so long, but was able to constantly slip under her radar. considering how much of a pervert he is, it wouldn't have been surprising for him to sneak around and watch in on the reader hooking up with other guys. after all, these guys were probably complete strangers to him and all he cared about was you. remember how Gojo was basically able to tune out his own best friend, Suguru, when the reader was hooking up with him in their living room? it wouldn't be wild to assume that he was able to do the same for your other hookups as he spied on you.

to connect this with second point, what if Sukuna caught Gojo being a peeping tom on the reader during a party hook-up? while being so distracted in the act of spying, Sukuna spots him. the reader wouldn't be alright with the fact that someone who's barely an acquaintance (if that, depending on the time this occurred) to her has been perving around and watching her have sex without her consent. she would do anything to get away from Gojo, and of course that would crush him. Gojo tried to buy Sukuna's silence by any means necessary. so, Sukuna generated a list of people that he and Gojo mutually knew for the reader to fuck. the reasoning for it would be the fact that Gojo has to sit through the process of having the girl he likes fuck a bunch of guys besides him, and the fact that Gojo knew all these men would make it sting more. plus, he has a reputation for hookups. (chapter 8)

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A/N > You’re like RIGHT there with it and yet not there at the same time omg 😟

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but why would Gojo agree to this deal with Sukuna, and why would he also go with the method of blackmailing the reader? it's basically a guarantee that the reader would be scared away regardless. but again, we could recall that Shoko mentioned that he was too "scared of women" to approach the reader at first. this was his chance to finally approach her. plus, "once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you." (chapter 8)

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but the more i thought of this reasoning for the two points, the more bizarre it felt. so what if instead of Gojo being a peeping tom, it was Sukuna. we get so many hints that Sukuna has eyes and intel everywhere. we get an indirect implication of this when he called us out for rolling our eyes during our phone call with him. yes, it could be completely by chance, but it's still a great hint that he "sees everything" and "knows everything." we get an even bigger hint towards this in the alt ending when he directly references The F*ck List.

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A/N > Others have taken note of how Sukuna knew she rolled her eyes but trust me, that’s just to show that Sukuna knows the reader’s body language more than he’s let on & paid attention to her a lot during the time they were together.

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it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he has some shady videos taken of people without his consent, some possibly acquired through other people (like how Gojo was revealed to have sent Sukuna the video of the reader from the first chapter). what if Gojo caught Sukuna with the video, threatened him to delete it, and Sukuna counterthreatened to have it be sent and posted everywhere. it would be highly ironic, but consistent with the way that Gojo and Sukuna practically mirror each other at times. the reasoning for the list choices would still be the same for this theory, too.

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my citations for these theories ☝️🤓

“You once asked me if I love you because I blackmailed you or if I blackmailed you because I love you and my answer is both,” Gojo confesses as he turns to meet your gaze, “Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start.” - Chapter 56

loved you from the start; his obsession has been consistent from the start (supports Gojo being a peeping tom theory) or he has always had a deep concern for you (supports him wanting to stop Sukuna from spreading blackmail of you instead).

“I’ve sacrificed everything for you, y’know.”

“How? What’s everything that you’ve sacrificed, hm?”

“You. I sacrificed the woman I love to make her happy.” Gojo admits, and of all he’s said thus far, that feels like the truest statement.

“I could’ve been happy with you.” You remind him.

He laughs, “Yeah well, I’m an idiot.”

You scoff, “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yup.” - Chapter 56

is he an idiot for being a peeping pervert instead of just approaching you normally? maybe. how does this make her happy? she ends up finding love through Choso, through the list, through the blackmail.

But deleting the video means ... he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. - Chapter 8

the hole being the blackmail set against him by Sukuna.

Gojo's behind you cursing at himself for being unable to tell you the truth.

He's so scared that you'll never help him without the blackmail and, well, he has every right to be because you're pretty sure that if it weren't for those videos he has over your head, you wouldn't be doing any of this. - Chapter 9

the videos he's referencing is the original video from chapter 1 and the fake video he lied about with Suguru, but he can't tell the reader the truth because it's too twisted and risky (supports Gojo peeping tom theory).

He silences himself in thought. There are so many ways he could go about answering such a question but the possibilities of how you may react are endless. Plus, you're drunk and if he's going to admit or explain anything to you, it'll be while you're sober.

"Because..." Gojo's voice gets so quiet that you almost don't catch what he says, "...I don't have any other choice." - Chapter 21

if he didn't go through with his list, Sukuna would have went through with Gojo's blackmail, thus resulting in either you getting as far away from Gojo as soon as possible or Sukuna's video being sent around.

He let something slip abruptly, "W-Wish I c-could tell you everything, sweets..."

Your brows furrow at that.

Are you missing something here? - Chapter 22

YES GIRL!!!! SUKUNA'S BEHIND THE WHOLE LIST, HE'S BEHIND THE BLACKMAIL GIRLYPOP

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you." - Chapter 29

"I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you."

You follow his motions and then end up right back in his arms, "Right..."

"I'd sacrifice the very thing I love just to see you happy." Gojo claims proudly.

You scoff, "Thought' I was the thing you loved?"

"You are."

His words bewilder you, "Then that makes no sense."

"It won't." Gojo shrugs. - Chapter 29

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anything. even if it means putting your body, heart, mind, and career on the line. directly supports the theory that Sukuna initially had blackmail on the reader.

"We're the same, y'know..." He suddenly says, his voice breaking again, "We both want someone so terribly bad but our situations prohibit us from getting that person."

"You could've prevented all this though..."

Gojo sniffles and you feel a drop of wetness slide down his cheek and slip against your palm. The man was crying? Why? - Chapter 30

this whole time we've been told that Gojo and the reader share more similarities than the reader realizes. what Gojo is to the reader, the reader is to Choso. while Choso now knows of the men that the reader slept with, he doesn't know why. he doesn't know about you being blackmailed. you know that you had to sleep with these men. you don't know why. you didn't know it was because of Gojo being blackmailed.

"For loving me, Satoru. It's not a crime," You say, mocking a comment he made to you earlier, "You're allowed to love me. So, for that, and that only, I forgive you."

Those words healed so many more wounds in his heart than you realized. It was like that was all he ever needed to hear. If Gojo's mistake was loving you and that's what caused this, then you forgive him.

If in some twisted way, his feelings started the list, you forgive him.

COME ON NOW.

There’s so much going unspoken but the two of you knew what either was saying, you understood each other more than either of you realized. - Chapter 35

“Well,” Gojo sighs heavily and then draws your hands off his face, leaning down to you a bit, “Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made in exchange for one’s happiness.”

“Are you telling me that all this was for the greater good?” You quiz as you raise a curious brow.

“Something like that, yeah,” He shrugs. - Chapter 45

You tell him, “If I had one wish, it’d be that you did that from the beginning.”

Gojo opens his mouth to say something but then he swallows his words down. He nearly fucked up.

“All you had to do was talk to me,” Your shoulders raise into a shrug as you move a hand to the doorknob, “Things could’ve been different if you did.”

“Even if I’ve been obsessed with you since the beginning?” He questions and he’s stepping closer to you again. He can’t possibly wrap his head around that possibility-

You laugh a bit, “Especially if you were obsessed from the beginning,” You didn’t know it but that statement right there made the man feel as though his world was falling apart, loads of regret tumbling over him as he stares at you with wide eyes, “Satoru I think you forgot but, before all this started, aside from Shoko… I was lonely.”

Gojo’s throat goes dry and he fails to form a response to that, “I…”

“If you had just talked to me one time, and more than a hey or how are you,” The way your eyes soften, a slim sheer gloss of tears coating your gaze as you speak to him, “I would’ve fallen for you.”

He grits his teeth, “Don’t tell me that.”

“But it’s true.” You say.

And just like that, Gojo was crumbling all over again. If only you knew how much he regretted everything after hearing you say that. - Chapter 46

if he had just spoke to the reader before all of this, maybe she wouldn't have gone to those parties, hooked up with those people, and caused whatever kind of blackmail Sukuna had on Gojo (or on her).

He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were. - Chapter 53

then what is the timeline of his obsession starting? has it been before Gojo? could his blackmail have taken place even before Shoko introduced you two, adding to the weight of the threat that Sukuna held over Gojo's head (regarding the peeping tom theory).

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A/N > The timeline on Gojo’s interest, not obsession just yet, on the reader will be addressed in the sequel so this’ll be answered there <3

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but there were certain parts that stumped me and my theories so i have some weird reasonings around them;

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. - Chapter 8

Gojo's known to be a silly guy so it could make sense that he actually did promise these guys hookups for reasons unrelated to his blackmail. after all, he does have a reputation for getting people hookups. the coincidence is that Sukuna now has dirt on Gojo and wants to toy with him. by making the reader sleep with them the guys he coincidentally owes hookups to, he fulfills his role/reputation and relieves his debt at the same time. two birds, one stone.

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A/N > As we later learn that some of the “debt” Satoru claimed to have isn’t real, we can also infer that his reputation & the promises he’s made to these men were done out of coincidence. Take Toji for example; tell me you can’t see an interaction between him & Gojo where Gojo gets a bad grade and wants to get it up so he taunts his professor with the idea of getting him a hookup & Toji would laugh it off considering Gojo’s reputation ;)

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another thing that stumped me is why Gojo got so worked up with the reader referring herself as a whore, and the connection to Sukuna. my delulu reasoning is that once Sukuna threatened Gojo with blackmail by either of the two theories/methods i mentioned, Sukuna casually referred to the reader as a whore. that caused a major fight between the two, possibly even getting physical (which can refer back to the implication that Gojo has hurt people for the reader).

the fight could have increased the tension and severity of the situation, so Sukuna decides to add Choso to the list knowing how easily attached Choso gets. in chapter 5, the reader and Gojo were discussing the list and Choso specifically. Gojo was even noted to be relieved when the reader had mentioned that they'll just have to hope that Choso doesn't get attached, as he obviously holds deep feelings for the reader. Sukuna knows that by going through with the blackmail with Choso involved, Gojo most likely will not end up with the reader if Choso get attached and the reader reciprocates those feelings.

also, the counterargument that Sukuna and Gojo are actually friends/allies in this situation just doesn't sit well with me. it would make for a crazy twist but it just feels too out of character for Gojo. but then again, how would Sukuna specifically know about The F*ck List? but idk, it just feels so wrong to me. maybe i have too much faith in Gojo lmfao. after all, he has consistently shown a great dislike towards the guy since chapter 23. but maybe it's my denial speaking. i really don't want to think of Satoru going through this whole arc only for it to reveal that he truly is a piece of shit. pls don't do this to my pookie my heart cannot handle it </3

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A/N > Remember, Gojo is a good actor & you go a long period of time in the book not realizing he’s not as much of a villain as he pretends to be 😉

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there's that moment after the reader fucked Sukuna that still messes with my brain. with my theories, my brain's thinking that he contemplated on collecting even more blackmail on the reader. for what reason? idk, to be an ass? to torment Gojo further and add more to his blackmail? but maybe he decided not to because he already has plenty of blackmail on the reader (if the theory of Sukuna having a video of her from way back then is true) and fucking her knowingly made Gojo pissed considering all the dirt Sukuna has.

so why can't Gojo tell her the truth now? why does he want to wait years in advance? maybe he's hoping that by that time, not only will you forget and not care about the situation overall, but maybe Sukuna will forget all about it as well. the chances of Sukuna holding on to the reader's blackmail for that long is slim and the reader would most likely be in a situation where she is completely separated from Sukuna depending on her job and living situation with Choso. the stakes are lower than if he were to reveal everything to you now, at a moment where your life is still so uncertain. it would go against his wish for you to end up happy.

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A/N > Maybe Gojo doesn’t tell her the truth because he can’t, just as he said 🌚 Perhaps he’s not allowed to yet. After all, why would Sukuna even tell the reader he made the list in the end? ^.^ Just some food for thought!

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regarding the future of TFL... fuck, bro. i have no fucking idea. i'm too caught up in the (presumed) past. i'm mourning fr. i love this fic sooooo fucking much. whenever you decide to pick up on the sequel, i will be there. if you choose to publish anything else in the meantime, i will be there. thanks for such a fun and memorable read, Kami. i'm excited to bookbind this soon 🤍🤍🤍 now, i need to watch blue lock to shove these feelings down.

yap fin (for now)

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A/N > I love you sosoosooooo much for this. These theories are like reading an entirely new fanfic sometimes except, I know all the answers & what’s going to happen next, which only makes me more excited ^.^ Thank you for taking the time to make this, thank you for reading, thank you for supporting, just, THANK YOU.

This right here is exactly what I write for; people like you :)

To the others reading this breakdown & theory, thank ☃️anon because she’s a damn godsend & ilhsm ^.^ (definitely showing favoritism rn, sorry not sorry, ily all I swear)

Edit; Since you’re watching Blue Lock, I can’t wait to bring my Shidou fanfic here because a lot of the drama in TFL has inspo from that fic, which I wrote first ^.^ & I could totally see you enjoying it because not only is it a childhood friends to lovers than enemies & back to lovers troupe BUT it also includes Itoshi Sae x reader which ofc, adds hella drama :))

P.S. It’s two am as I finally post this and omg sorry it took me a while, I wanted to answer other anons first before unpacking this badboy, again, tysm!!

#kamiversee!answers #kamiversee #the f*ck list #tfl!theories #tfl spoiler #tfl #k!ans: ☃️

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Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder.

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint.

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world.

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds.

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified.

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.”

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips.

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned.

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.”

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.”

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!”

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.”

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.”

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life.

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.”

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste.

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?”

“Starving for you, maybe.”

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg.

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again.

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes.

They didn’t feel it.

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be.

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.”

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss.

“I do.”

#i will take every opportunity to stick this man in a tub or shower #andrew garfield #tasm #tasm x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter #tasm peter x reader #tasm fic #tasm peter fic #tasm peter parker fic

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☀︎︎You're mine, sunshine☽

(a/n) sooooo, first fanfic here!!, please tell me if there's orthography errors or smth, idk if this fic is going to be a one shot or not (probably not but depends), yeah that's it, be polite and don't forget to smile!

Warnings: none

tags: grumpy x sunshine, boss!WiliamAfton/Steve Raglan, employee!reader, William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader, reader is in her 20s, William/Steve is in his early 50s (more tags will be added eventually.)

Part Two | Part Three

William sighed as the 6th interviewed left his office, it was frustrating, no one seemed good enough to be his assistant, things were getting hard for him as a career counselor to deal alone, and (as much he didn't liked to say it out loud) he needed someone to help him.

William looked at the door impatiently waiting for the next person.

"Why they're taking so long?" As he says that he hears a soft knock and the door opens revealing a small girl, she seems to be at least 20 years old, she looks nervous. William glares at her. "Well, are you going to sit or not?" He says motioning to the chair in front of his desk, the girl closes the door and sits in the chair while handing her curriculum to him.

"So, Miss (Y/L/N)?" He says while reading her curriculum "You don't seem to have much experience, no...actually, you don't have any experience at all, although your educational background is really...interesting" William looks at the girl's curriculum attentively, her skills and hobbies were pretty good and she knew a few languages, but still, she apparently never worked before.

"Tell me Miss (Y/L/N)" William puts the curriculum down and looks at the girl with a blank stare while putting his hand under his chin. "Have you ever worked before?" The girl shakes her head "Be honest with me, Why should I hire you? The woman before you had a lot of work experience and good educational background too. Why should I hire you and not her?" He says, patiently waiting for a answer.

"Um... well, As this is my first job it would give me experience for future jobs and... expand my curriculum...? But, I wouldn't mind if you hired the other lady though, she seemed quite nice, and her dress was so pretty!" The small girl says staring dreamily at the door.

William frowns and looks at the door confused, then he looks back at the girl "Umm, Quite... stranger answer, so, you wouldn't mind me hiring the previous woman because she seems nice and has a pretty dress, I'm sorry Miss (Y/L/N), but it sounds kinda" Stupid, ridiculous, weird, pathetic " peculiar..." He says with a smug grin, he leans on the table, now being almost face to face with the girl.

"Don't you have another answer for me? Better be wise, it's your last chance" He says coldly.

"Well, I like helping people, and if I get this job I'll get to help other people to find jobs and eventually be happy, I know it can maybe sound a bit childish" It does. "But this is truly what I think, and I'll do my best as your assistant Mr. Raglan!" The girl says calmly and at the same time with a enthusiastic aura.

William sighs looking down at his table What have I done to deserve this? He was to tired for more interviews, and besides, the girl in front of him didn't seemed a bad choice.

He looks up at the girl and stands up from his chair "Congratulations, You're hired, better not disappoint me Miss (Y/L/N)." He says looking down at the girl and offering his hand for her to shake, she quickly stands up from the chair and grasps his hands happily, she has a big smile on her face.

"Thank you so much Mr. Raglan, I won't disappoint you, I promise!" Oh god, I think I just sold my soul to the devil.

#william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #william afton x you #william afton #steve raglan #grumpy x sunshine #female reader

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adaptacy · 8 months

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smirks mischeviously

Johnny Slaughter x Afab!Reader

Tw: attempted drugging, attempted murder

i was giggling so hard as i wrote this - mostly just a stupid silly borderline crack fic idk i thought this idea was hilarious

You'd seen him around here before. He was strange. Too chatty. Probably had mommy issues. A smooth talker, but emphasis on the talking part.

And now he sat next to you. His eyes slightly squint, a translucent brown liquid in his cup that sloshed around when he sat. He leaned onto the bar, giving you a grin. He had dark hair, and a scar over his eye.

"Howdy, sweetpea. You look lonely," he hummed, using a charming tone to complement his already rugged voice. "What're you drinkin'?"

You glanced at your drink, picking it up and finishing it off. "Nothing now. You wanna buy me a drink?" You chuckled, and he smirked, clearly a fan of your attitude. He offered a shrug, sipping from his own drink as he waved down the bartender.

"Two scotch, thanks," he requested, and you narrowed your eyes for just a moment before easing up and giving him a polite grin.

"And what might your name be?" You asked.

"Johnny. Yours?"

"I'll tell you after a few more drinks," you teased, and Johnny quirked up an eyebrow. "What's a hunk like you doing in a bar like this?"

"Same thing a pretty girl like you is doing in a shithole like this," he responded, and your smile grew. This was going to be fun.

You gave him a once-over; he was bulky, his arms were double the width of yours thanks to trained muscles, and you assumed he was likely a rancher. Despite the lack of good lighting in the bar, you could make out a few scars on his biceps, and that only reassured your assumptions about him.

A rancher, or a farmer; maybe a hunter. Had his fair share of experiences with rowdy animals or dangerous tools. Probably had his fair share of encounters with women, too. The gentle, drunk kinds of women. Maybe a good Christian girl here and there; clearly he was a native of Texas, his accent told you that much.

Maybe he lived in a desolate farmhouse, far from civilization. Big yards for his gardening and livestock needs. Probably lived off the land. Came into town every few weeks for a bar and a good time...

Wasn't well-known. Didn't have a lot of connections. Wouldn't be missed too dearly...

"You come here often? Feel like I've seen yer face 'round here 'fore," he commented, and you blinked a few times, offering a soft smile.

"Gosh, don't call out my bad habits like that. That's no way to win a girl over," you replied, gently nudging his arm with your elbow.

He smirked at the response, swishing the drink in his hand. "Wouldn't do it if I wasn't the same. Nothin' personal," he chuckled, finishing off his glass as the bartender presented two new servings. You scooted one towards you, and he did the same.

"Guess you and I are kindred spirits then, hm? What are you drinking to forget?" You asked, eyeing his glass. He didn't pick it up immediately, so neither did you. He looked off in the distance, seeming to remember something, and you debated making a move.

"Past mistakes. Future mistakes," he grunted, finally reaching down and picking up his glass, watching the liquid as it rippled. "You?"

"Nothing. Not really here for the drinks. More so for the company," you hummed, picking up your own drink and taking a sip. "Not that I'm complaining about getting both. And for free, no less. What a gentleman."

Johnny smirked, setting his drink back down again, not yet taking a drink. "So long as it's worth my while, I don't mind. Though I doubt a girl like you needs company like mine, eh?"

"Oh, don't be so humble. I'm sure you know better than to underestimate yourself," you teased, watching the way he ran his fingers through his hair as though combing his mind for something. He turned, looking behind himself as someone bumped into him, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and sprinkle a thin powder into his drink.

You managed to recoil before he looked back at you, and your hand was back on your drink, staring at the shelves of expensive bottles behind the bar. He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "We both know what we're here for. You got somewhere important to be t'morrow?"

You resisted the urge to smirk, and you gave a soft shake of your head. "Nah. You?"

"Psh, nothin' of the sort. How 'bout you and me get outta here? Tired of wastin' time," he confessed, and you pursed your lips, biting the inside of your lip. With a glance to his drink, you motioned towards it.

"You gonna drink? Don't want that to go to waste," you asked, and he looked at his glass, presenting a small, unsure frown. You finished off your drink in an attempt to encourage him, but he didn't quite seem willing to budge.

"Ain't that thirsty. Got a fine, tall glass of water right in front of me," Johnny flirted, and you gave him a sheepish giggle, feigning flattery.

"Guess those mistakes aren't so troubling after all, huh?" You hummed, and he seemed to shift a bit, slightly uncomfortable with your words. Thankfully, it urged him to take a sip, a small one, but a sip nonetheless, before he stood up and placed a few dollars down on the bar.

"C'mon, darlin', let's go. No better way to forget mistakes than to make new ones," he chuckled, returning to his charming persona as he offered a hand. Well, something was better than nothing. You took his hand and slid off of the barstool, following him out to his truck.

"You wanna come back to my place?" You asked, and Johnny contemplated it for a moment, but shook his head.

"Ain't very polite to go to the lady's house. How 'bout you come back to mine? Promise it'll be worth the trip," he responded, gently pulling you closer to him and tilting your chin to look up at him. You bat your eyelashes, wearing an innocent smile.

"I'm not sure I can wait. You've got somethin' special, some kinda charm. Gets girls excited, y'know? Maybe it's the scars," you teased, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah? You gettin' ahead of yourself, pumpkin?" He murmured, leaning down until your lips were less than an inch apart. "My seats go back. Know a couple of good, secluded spots..."

You smirked, brushing your mouth against him as you whispered out a response. "Ain't very 'polite' of you to be so forward, prince Charming," you hummed, and you felt his grip on your chin tighten ever so slightly.

"Somethin' tells me you prefer the impoliteness. Gonna give you the night of your life," he laughed almost sinisterly, and you dialed back your smirk to a more gullible smile. You leaned back on you feet, dropping his hand and walking around the truck to the passenger side, where you climbed in as he started the car.

He only got about eight or nine minutes away from the bar before he pulled over on a dark back road, and you smirked, realizing your plan was coming to fruition. Sure, he was a lot bigger than you, but you were going to be on top. And he was clearly cocky; confident men were the easiest to beat.

You didn't waste any time in crawling over his console and sitting in his lap, one hand on his chest as you leaned down and met his lips. He tasted like scotch; clearly, he'd already been drinking before he sat down next to you. That made things easier. One of his hands sat on your hips, and you could feel how calloused his fingers were from where they rested on your skin above your jeans. His other hand was in your hair, keeping you pulled down into the kiss.

You hummed against his lips, slowly rolling your hips and earning a restrained, amused grunt from the man. Your hand traced down his shirt, sneaking underneath the fabric and pulling it upwards, revealing a well-trained set of abs littered with small scars and patches.

His hand does the same to your shirt, though it's already cropped enough to show skin, and then the weight of his palm leaves your hip. You assume he's going for his belt, and you take the opportunity to reach into your back pocket and...

Both of you tense up as you feel blades pressed against one another's throats, and you stare at each other like you've been insulted. He has a long, slightly curved blade pressed against your carotid artery, and you have a switchblade poking at the underside of his jaw.

There's not even a breath that's exchanged. Just glares. Awkward blinks. Not a muscle is moved, but it's not due to fear. It's not due to intimidation.

It's due to confusion.

And then, you both decide you've had enough.

Simultaneously, as if it had been tirelessly rehearsed, you ask one another; "Are you trying to kill me?"

And then there's more silence. The metal is still against your skin, and his, tightly enough to keep one another unmoving. And then you both, slowly, retract your knives, lowering them.

"You tried to kill me," he remarked, and you scoffed.

"You were going to kill me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Johnny asked, and you gasped, giving him a dumb blink.

"I thought you wanted to have sex!" You exclaimed.

"I thought you wanted to have sex."

"Dude, I'm a murderer," you confessed, tilting your head and shaking it at him.

"I'm a cannibal," he replied, and you blinked.

"Goddamn. Could've fooled me."

"I can't- You really just tried killin' me? That... that is a first. Usually it's after I kidnap 'em that I get knives to my throat."

"You kidnap them before killing them?" You asked, and he nodded. "That's so much extra effort."

"Easier to hide evidence."

"You eat them. That's class A evidence destroying."

"You're a murderer?" He asked again, and you nodded.

"I thought you were just some desperate rancher."

"You had me thinkin' you were just another careless city girl," he answered, shaking his head.

There were a few more moments of silence as the two of you thought over what the hell just happened. And then you put your knife back into your pocket, and he set his in his console.

"Wanna..."

"Have sex?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

#tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter tcm #johnny slaughter fluff

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suchagreatimetobealive · 2 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱? ~°•*'▪︎

Fem!Protagonist(?) x 15!Dazai Osamu.

- This idea came off a video I saw, about an horror videogame. It's mainly a detective game where the protagonist has to understand who killed a mass of people, and they gets deceived by Dazai into thinking they are the perpetrator of the crime, even if they aren't.

It's discontinued and I had the inspiration to write this thing. Maybe this could serve for someone who wants inspiration/motivation to write some dark bsd fic, idk.

THE CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING UNDER THE CUT!

- Tw¡! Self-destructive behaviour, animal gore (belly is open, mentions of organs), bad language.

"What's this?" The girl rubs her hands together, howering over the little box she just pulled out a literal animal's chest.

She never thought she would be able to do something like that, digging her fingers between organs of a fucking dead deer to pull out... whatever this is.

"Try opening it" the boy next to her gestures messily, before acting himself and pushing softly the girl by the side, grabbing the box and trying to tear the box and open it. It makes a strange sound as soon as he moves it too much, which makes him squeak and pull back "now WHAT was that?!" He points at the box as if it's some parasite, with a disgusted face.

The girl stares at him before giggling, rolling her eyes "you are such a drama queen. I don't know what is it, but don't act as if there could be some virus inside" she walks closer again but the boy grabs her shoulder, making her look up "I don't know.. this place has always seem off, we never know what abandoned places could gift us, now can we?" He weakly smiles, staring at her in a somewhat silent plead to not proceed with whatever she has in mind.

"...don't try to chit chatting me with your interesting philosophical speeches, Dazai! Let's just open this box"

"It was literally in the stomach of a deer"

"And?"

He widen his eyes, looking at the deer in disgust, then back at the bloody box, also covered in other strange substances and liquids that no one of them truly wants to find out the origin. He then looks at the girl "And??" He slams his hand on the forehead "You have the AUDACITY to ask me what's wrong with your clearly wrong decision?"

"Then why are we here?"

"Because YOU were curious, and dragged me here!"

"I was curious, YOU dragged YOURSELF here!"

With an indignant frown, the boy brings his nose to the other side, ignoring the rustling sounds his companion makes with the box, alongside some horrified sounds since those fluids surely just look terrible.

"What are these sounds I'm hearing?"

"SHUT UP"

The boy snickers as he walks back towards her leaning down, noticing how she just barely broke the cardboard that cover the inside. He tsks ironically and slaps her hands away "let me do"

"You already tri— oh no don't do what I thi- OOOH IT MUST HURT." The girl feels shivers run down her spine as Dazai tears up the box by inserting his fingers with all the speed and spontaneous and snappy strength he has; for a moment, the girl is afraid that his nail has been torn.

Moments like these remind her of why she kept Dazai by her side; considering him someone reckless, she decided to take him to avoid his possible death. But now she has learned to grow fond of the boy, and actions like these turn her chest as much as her stomach.

"DAZAI! DEAR SKY CAN YOU JUST NOT?"

"I opened it!" Big round brown eyes stare at her own as his own bleeding hands have been pulled out the now tore box, the content of the box now free from any restrains.

"..." she takes his hands softly, a frown on her features as she stares at all the cuts, the in-the-making bruises and possible future scars. "Stop hurting yourself"

"Or?"

"Or I'll cry"

". . .welp, not the answer I expected!"

#bsd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs fanart #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #15!dazai #15!skk #15 dazai #15 dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Snippet from my future Mikey x reader fic :

-" You think you broke me, Sano ?"

And just by that question, you could've sworn there was some sparkles of him shining through those dark night eyes.

-" I let you down-"

-" You're the one who put me back together. "

Same old story, same old love.

Manjiro Sano who could reduce the world to ashes, and you looking at him as if he was the rising sun behind those flames.

Love soaked in the ocean of you, he was, finally releasing the anchor of fear holding him from sailing freely.

-" Then say yes. "

He saw confusion painting your picture perfect features, and rubbed his jaw slightly before reiterating.

-" Fuckin' marry me "

Right, only love could steal the words from a writer, the way Manjiro stole your breath from you, and left you no choice but to stay dumbfounded.

-" Be the Elizabeth to my... Darcy, right ?"

Were your body still holding your mind, would you have laughed and honestly been surprised he still remembered when you talked about pride and prejudice, but with the way he looked at you, like the whole world could crumble and he wouldn't blink, it... It was absorbing...

Mikey ran a hand through his hair, sighing and pulling the white strands away from his face. It was messy, he was speechless, it wasn't like he had ever expected to propose to someone.

But isn't it the way you two loved ? Intoxicating, consuming, hazardous, going in blindly.

Tearing every piece of yourselves from the inside out, writing them with blood on paper to tell the world what has become of that romance.

-" Shit, be the Emma to my Draken, and fucking be mine."

-" 'Jiro... "

Because he saw the beauty in the tragedy, after dancing through the avalanche.

And he knew, somewhere deep inside that disastrous beating tomb of living he called a heart...

It would take blood, flesh, bones to rip you away from him.

-" Say yes, and let those motherfuckers think twice before touching Sano's wife".

It was messy. It was raining, the kingdom on fire, they took the crown and the castle crumbled. Roses were dying, lily's wilting, and your wounds were still open.

It always been this way, chaos and mayhem, and you two standing in the middle of the death, feeling alive.

Living has a way of leaving you swollen , does it not? There are bruises anywhere. You're battle torn from trying to find your way from around storm clouds

And then he's there, mad king sitting in his throne, in his castle of bones.

This was the boy you fell in love with, a little bit messy, a little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster, just like you.

Idk, I just was scrolling through my drafts and saw this line, got the sudden urge to make a teaser.

This will probably come after dead girls tell no tales is finished, since there only like maybe 5 chapters before the end.

Oh, it also will be a Manjiro x reader and contain a slight Wakasa x reader, yes, yes I know what a hell of a crossover

I'll stop rambling now, goodnight ✓

#tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers angst #bonten x reader #tokyo rev fluff #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #tr 272 #tr 271 spoilers #Tokyo revengers #bonten trio #bonten x you

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lesbianrobin · 1 year

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what do you think of gay steve? i don't dislike the headcanon in theory, but i feel like it's usually done as a way to make steve & nancy's relationship/breakup less important (and often to make it easier to ship r0nance)

i gotta be honest i dont think i've actually ever read any fic where steve is explicitly stated to be gay and not bisexual, besides maybe my own fic nancy drew and the mystery of the magnetic closet, so idk if i'll rly have whatever answer ur looking for re: other people's intent. in magnetic closet i wrote steve as being a bit uncertain as to his identity, leaning gay, but he also explicitly tells nancy that he loves her and their relationship is still significant to him, so like. like MY motivation wasn't downplaying their relationship so at the very least that isn't Everyone's motivation.

anyway like separately from how people Use It in fic i'm into gay steve! i tend to default to bi steve for like fic and headcanons etc bc it's sorta become the fandom standard and a lot of my bi friends like bi steve and i love my bi friends 💖 but if i'm being honest i do think that you can easily interpret a lot of steve's canon behavior in favor of him being gay if you want to do so, and i think i tend to lean that way when i'm writing him even when i don't mean to. just to like preface all of this i'm gay myself and i am terrible about projecting onto steve so yknow take all of the following with a grain of salt.

so like personally i think he never rly had romantic feelings for robin and he only confessed to liking her because he thought his love for robin Had to be attraction since she's a girl yknow? and in s4 it's implied that he's had a string of casual relationships based entirely on sex and he hasn't been able to connect with any of the girls at all which is a bit 🧐🤨. the way steve flirts indiscriminately and talks about wanting a family in the future makes me think like... i think that his search for love is more about wanting a family/wanting love than specifically wanting to be with a woman. like i think in his mind bc of Eighties Heteronormativity the two things are equated, so when he Thinks that he wants to find the female love of his life he Actually just wants a family. and i fear i'm making it sound like steve is a misogynist who just wants a wife to give him kids which is not my intent. like i think steve has a lot of respect for nancy and loves her deeply regardless of whether that love is romantic in nature or not. the fact that he said he was over nancy in s3 while confessing feelings to robin, dated around a bunch, and then suddenly had feelings for her again in s4 comes off less to me like "steve never got over nancy" and more like "steve is unable to find the kind of love he wants with a woman no matter what he tries and he's returning to nancy because he thinks that he just messed up their relationship with his flaws and if they tried again he could be better and everything would be perfect." like nancy was the closest steve ever came to actually being in love with a girl and as time passes he realizes that he doesn't think he could feel that way with another woman. but the thing is that stancy was just not a great couple yknow but they had these external pressures on their relationship that allow them to look back on it and think well maybe NOW we'll be more compatible and we can be happy. like it's this subconscious belief that being in the right relationship could make Everything in his life right.

idk i think at this point i'm just rambling and i fear i'm making no sense but like i think gay steve is really interesting to think about Because his relationship with nancy was so important to him. like it's genuinely really compelling to explore their relationship through the lens of compulsory heterosexuality and consider like the sort of friendship they might have in the wake of steve realizing that he's gay. i also think it's interesting to think about in the context of his friendship with robin and like how radically different their journeys are while simultaneously being kinda the same.

ultimately though since he's like presumed straight in canon i don't think it rly matters whether people hc steve as gay or bi? like it's kinda just whatever you want.

#asks #em talks #lesbianrobin.canon #steve harrington

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firstkanaphans · 8 months

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Idk if you watched the latest Dangerous Romance ep but Kanghan's praise kink is sooo fucking obvious!! Do you think you'll ever write something spicy for them? I'd totally roll around on the floor if you did! :face_with_peeking_eye:

I did watch it and you are absolutely right! Kang has one of the worst cases of a praise kink I have ever seen. God bless him. To be quite honest, I didn’t have any plans to write for them, but after you sent this ask, it was like the floodgates opened in my head and my brain suddenly revealed to me a whole ass fic it had apparently written in its entirety because I knocked this out in like an hour. It’s barely spicy and it doesn’t address the praise kink at all, but I’m obsessed with that scene from the trailer where Kang offers to buy Sailom, so this is my take on that. If y’all like it, I'll definitely consider writing more in the future!

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Kang wasn’t sure why, but he followed him. Maybe it was because he had never seen Sailom wearing such nice clothes before or maybe something just felt off, but the next thing he knew, he was lurking in the shadows of a bar in some ritzy hotel watching a man older than his father ply Sailom with drinks.

Sailom wasn’t drinking them, but the man was, and the drunker he got, the more his hands started to roam. Sailom was putting in a good effort to resist him, wriggling out of his grip whenever he thought he could get away with it, but even from across the room, Kang could tell that his muscles were tense. That the touches were unwanted. So when the man’s hand began to drift up from Sailom’s knee to his thigh, Kang’s composure finally snapped.

He marched over to the couch where they were sitting, grabbed Sailom by the hand, and forcibly pulled him from the bar, ignoring the protests of the old man they had left behind. Kang didn’t care. Let him be angry. Sailom wasn’t his to own.

“Kang?” Sailon hissed. “What’re you doing here?”

Kang ignored him as he worked to come up with a plan. He could take Sailom outside to his bike, but he doubted he would get on it willingly. He was stubborn like that. So instead he headed towards the front desk of the hotel where he offered a credit card in exchange for a room key.

“Are you out of your mind?” Sailom cursed, attempting to yank his arm out of Kang’s grasp unsuccessfully. Kang was holding onto him too tight. He wasn’t going to let Sailon run away. He wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time. It was for his own good.

“Elevator’s this way,” Kang said, key card in hand, and then he began dragging Sailom in that direction—literally dragging because Sailom had dug his heels into the ground and refused to move. Only once they were inside the elevator with the door shut did Sailom stop resisting. But even then, he didn’t look happy about it.

“What is wrong with you?” Sailom snapped and this time when he tried to pull his arm out of Kang’s grasp, Kang let him.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Why are you hanging out with a bunch of old men at a bar? Why are you letting them touch you?”

“It’s a job, Kang,” Sailom said with a sigh and although his facial expression didn’t change, the words felt heavy. Weighted. As if they were suffocating him. “One I’ll be lucky to keep after the show you just put on.”

Kang opened his mouth to argue—what job could possibly be worth that?—but before he could get the words out, the elevator door opened onto their floor. He grabbed Sailom again, albeit gentler this time, and dragged him towards the room he had booked. Once they were inside, he pushed Sailom down onto the bed and locked the door behind them.

“What was he paying you for?” Kang asked, although he already had a pretty good idea.

“My company,” Sailom answered lazily. “That’s all. I sit there and laugh at his stupid jokes and he pays me enough to not have to worry about someone breaking into my house and murdering me in the middle of the night. Or at least that was the plan.”

Kang could tell that Sailom was mad, but that was fine. Kang was mad, too.

“He was touching you,” he snapped.

Sailom rolled his eyes. “It was harmless.”

“It was not!” Kang pulled his own wallet out of his back pocket. “What was he paying you? I’ll double it.”

“Kang.”

“If he can pay for your company, then so can I,” Kang said, leafing through his cash. “How much?”

Sailom yanked the wallet from his hand and tossed it to the floor. “I’m not letting you pay for something you can have for free.”

Kang froze, surprised by the words. It wasn’t so long ago that the two of them couldn’t even be in the same room without committing unspeakable crimes against each other, and yet now, Kang craved Sailom’s company the way he craved air. Sailom kept him alive.

But company wasn’t the only thing people paid for.

Kang thought back to the tourist who had offered Sailom cash for sex and before he could think better of it, he had pushed Sailom down on the bed and crawled on top of him, their faces so close that their lips almost touched. To his surprise, Sailom didn’t push him away.

“Would you let me pay for this?” Kang asked, his heart racing. He felt dirty even offering, but there was a hint of something else there, too. Excitement. Desire. A truth he never would have been able to acknowledge without the promise of payment between them: that he wanted this. That he wanted him.

Sailom’s eyes were wide and Kang felt sure that he would say no, but instead, he said nothing as his gaze slipped from Kang’s eyes to his lips. And he didn’t look uninterested. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I know you don’t actually want—”

Kang kissed him. Immediately, he regretted it, but when he tried to pull away and apologize, he found that he couldn’t. Sailom had tangled his fingers in Kang’s hair, holding him in place. And then he kissed him back.

The kiss burned like whiskey—just as fiery, just as intoxicating. It was fierce and it was hungry and Kang did all he could to stoke the flames because he knew he might only get this one chance.

He snaked his arm underneath Sailom and moved them both higher up onto the bed so that they were no longer hanging half-off of it. So that he could get some leverage. So that he could kiss Sailom the way he deserved. The problem was that Kang didn’t have much practice kissing—in fact, he had only kissed one person in his whole life and he was on this bed with him—but instinct carried him farther than he thought it would. He kissed Sailom’s lips, he stroked his face, he unbuttoned his shirt. That’s when Sailom stopped him.

“Wait,” he said, pushing Kang away. He didn’t make him move, though. He didn’t ask for space. They stayed right where they were, only a breath apart, and Kang could tell that he wasn’t the only one affected by what had just happened. Sailom’s cheeks were red, he was breathing as if he’d just run a marathon, and his eyes—god, his eyes. They were so dark. Twin pools of desire. “You know I’m not going to let you pay me for this either, right?”

Kang’s stomach dropped. “Sailom, please. Don’t go back to them. I can—”

“But I still want to do it,” Sailom interrupted. “If you do.”

Kang wasn’t sure what he had expected Sailom to say, but that wasn’t it. Why would Sailom want anything to do with him if he wasn’t getting paid for it? Why would Sailom want this? And yet, there he was, staring up at Kang with eyes that brokered no argument. All Kang would have to do was lean forward the half inch that separated them and Sailom would be his. But closing that distance became a lot harder without the excuse of payment lingering in the air. If he kissed Sailom now, they would both know that it was only because he wanted to.

In the end, there was only one choice Kang could make because the thought of not kissing him haunted him far worse than the fear of being known. So he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

Sailom didn’t hesitate. He kissed him back.

Sailom’s kisses were more purposeful this time—there was a depth to them that hadn’t been there before—and Kang tried his best to give back just as good as he was getting. Everything he was feeling was new. The press of another body beneath him, the gentle exploration of another person’s hands. He had never felt like someone else had control of him. But Sailom did.

Soon, Sailom was reaching for Kang’s clothes and Kang was reaching for his and both of them were breathing fast as if they had been arguing instead of kissing. And there, on silk sheets, they lay themselves bare, channeling all of the anger and the annoyance that had been building between them for years into something more productive. Something that might change them forever.

Kang waited until there was nothing left between them—no shame, no secrets, no clothes—before stopping Sailom. “Are you sure?” he asked even though he didn’t know the answer himself.

Sailom nodded. “I’ve been sure. You’re the one who hates my guts.”

“I don’t,” Kang admitted, his voice soft. “I never did.”

And then he kissed him. And he didn’t stop.

_______________

After, as they lay next to each other in bed, trying to figure out what it all meant, Kang caught sight of his wallet on the floor.

“Let me pay you,” he said. It was the first words either of them had spoken since the room had been filled with their moans, and his own voice startled him. “Not for that. Just…Sailom, please. I don’t need the money. You do. It’s my fault I didn’t pass the midterms and my grandmother stopped paying you. It’s my fault you lost all of your other students. If something were to happen to you, I would blame myself.”

Sailom was quiet for a very long time. “This is working,” he said. “And it’s only temporary.”

“It might be working now, but what happens when one of those rich, old white men paying for you doesn't take no for an answer? They’re predators. It’s dangerous.”

Sailom turned to him, the fire in his eyes burning just as bright as it had when Kang was inside of him. It was enough to shut him up. “What the fuck else am I supposed to do?” he asked. And for the first time, Kang heard real fear in his voice. As if, finally, Sailom was letting him in.

Kang didn’t have an answer for him, but what he did know was that they had crossed a line tonight—they had done something they couldn’t take back—and now, for better or worse, he would protect Sailom with his life. Because he was priceless.

#two fics in two days?#am i okay?#don't answer that #i wasn't going to put this on ao3 but then i saw that there were only 32 dangerous romance fics total and it made me sad #so here's 33 #dangerous romance #dangerous romance fic #kanghansailom #kanghansailom fic #sarah writes things

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