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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months

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falling is easy, catching is hard

rated m | also on ao3 cw: recreational drug use, implied sexual content tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, shotgunning, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sidekick-hero!!! Sandy, you deserve the world, but this 3000 word thing will have to do for now 💖

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December 19, 1985

Steve Harrington needed sleep.

Eddie Munson had the only thing that would put him to sleep.

But Eddie Munson also held a grudge, a reasonable one, but an annoying one.

“You want me to sell you the last of my good shit? For half price?” Eddie snorted. “You’re out of your damn mind, Harrington.”

“Munson, please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Steve begged.

“Why would I do you any favors? You never did me any.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat impatiently for a response from Steve.

Steve didn’t have one.

Eddie was right; He didn’t really deserve a favor from someone who had let his friends make his first senior year absolutely miserable.

But Robin’s voice looped in his head: “Be vulnerable sometimes, Steve. People may surprise you.”

“Listen man, I just really need to sleep, alright? I’ve tried everything else.” Steve sighed. “This is pretty much my last hope.”

Which was a truth and a lie. He’d already tried smoking some weed, knew that it worked.

Eddie’s forehead creased in the middle.

That’s kinda cute, Steve thought to himself before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by big, brown eyes and shiny lips.

“You been to a doctor?” Eddie asked.

“The sleeping pills make them worse.”

“Make what worse?” Eddie pushed.

“The nightmares.”

Eddie nodded once, understanding flitting across his face as he relaxed his arms by his sides.

“How long you been havin’ them?” Eddie asked as he walked around to the bench at the picnic table, opening his lunchbox.

“I guess…technically years. They’ve been worse since July though.” Steve knew he had to be careful about what he said, couldn’t give away more than what the public knew about what happened at the mall, but Eddie seemed trustworthy enough to handle this part. “Doctors said it’s normal for trauma or whatever.”

Eddie nodded, whispered something under his breath, and shuffled through his box.

“Forgot you worked at the mall over the summer. Kinda crazy what happened,” he said as he pulled a small discolored plastic bag from the box. “I’ll make you a one-time only deal, Stevie.”

Steve ignored the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, kicked at the dirt under his feet, and gestured for Eddie to continue.

“I’m not giving my product away for half price. I’m a businessman and that’s not a smart financial decision for my business.” Eddie held up a hand when Steve looked like he was going to argue. “But! I will share a joint with you right here, right now, for free.”

“Um. What?”

“I was gonna smoke this one tonight as a celebration for passing all my first semester finals by the skin of my teeth. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Eddie’s smirk made the butterflies even worse.

Steve was going to regret this.

God, he was so stupid.

“Yeah, okay.”

Smoking with Eddie the first time was nice, but the second, and third, and fourth times were even better.

— — — — — — —

January 16, 1986

“You’re late, Stevie. I was starting to worry you’d gotten frostbite.” Eddie’s smile warmed Steve from the inside out, the shiver wracking his body more to do with the growing fondness he had for the curly-haired man in front of him.

Eddie was bundled up like they were in Antarctica, and to be fair, it was below freezing outside right now.

Steve offered to meet somewhere else, but Eddie insisted they come to his usual spot.

And then Steve saw it: Eddie had built them a fire. It was small, he probably didn’t want to draw any attention from the road, but it was throwing heat that Steve craved.

“Come warm up before we get into it,” Eddie waved him over, his gloved hands looking out of place.

Steve was used to seeing shiny rings on his fingers, blisters on his fingertips from playing too much guitar.

Steve stood next to him in front of the fire, holding his own gloved hands out to try to warm his body as much as possible.

“Any reason I couldn’t just come to your house or something?” Steve asked, not quite getting rid of the attitude in his tone.

“My Uncle has tonight off. He’s a pretty chill guy, but I think actively watching me sell drugs to someone would maybe cause a heart attack.” Eddie sighed. “I told him I had a date tonight so I couldn’t really have you show up after that.”

“A date?” Steve grinned, nudging Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t even bring flowers.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but looked away to cover a blush. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to put out until there’s a dozen roses in my hand.”

He meant it as a joke surely, but something in Steve’s chest clenched at the thought of spoiling Eddie like that. Maybe not roses, that didn’t quite seem his style.

“I’ll try to remember them next time,” Steve managed to say, nearly choking on his own words.

What was he even doing? Flirting? Eddie didn’t even consider him a real friend, why would he want him to bring him flowers?

“Got a new strain tonight. It’s supposed to be a little stronger, but fades faster, so you should be good to drive back home in a couple hours.” Eddie pulled the baggie out of his pocket, lunchbox long gone after meeting twice a week for the last month.

Steve wasn’t really a customer anymore, no matter how they tried to keep up appearances that he was.

He still tipped Eddie, or tried to, but usually Eddie ignored it and just said it was a favor to help him sleep.

“How strong?” Steve finally asked as Eddie pulled the lighter from his pocket.

“Might make you a little floatier than usual. Not hallucinogenic, though.” Eddie knew he couldn’t handle that kind of trip. That’s why he stayed away from his other offerings. “I tested it out myself earlier this week.”

Steve wasn’t reading into that.

“Okay.” He fought off a shiver, this time from actually being cold. “Guess it’s worth a try.”

“I’ll drive you home if it’s too much.” Eddie’s offer was kind, going above and beyond what a dealer would do for a customer, but Steve wasn’t reading into it. “Or you can nap it off in the van for an hour or so before heading home. Whatever.”

Eddie lit the joint, breathing in long and slow, holding the smoke until Steve was sure he would pass out before slowly letting it out.

He handed the roll to Steve, who didn’t think about what Eddie meant by stronger, and took his normal pull, choking halfway through.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he took the joint from him, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s arm as he coughed.

“Jesus Christ, man, you good?” Eddie asked him.

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Sorry. It is a lot stronger.”

Eddie searched his face, relaxing as Steve’s breathing went back to normal. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe take it slower?” Eddie teased. “Or- no never mind.”

“Or what?” Steve asked, already feeling the heaviness that came with smoking.

“Ever shotgunned before?”

Steve’s heart stopped. He’d venture to say he was even stone cold sober again after that question.

“Um. No.” He hadn’t. He’d wanted to with Nancy, figured it would be the only way she would be interested in trying weed, but it never worked out. “Would it be easier?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Usually. We can give it a try if you want.”

Steve nodded before he really processed what he was being offered.

Eddie’s mouth would be very, very close to his. Possibly even on his.

And he’d be sharing breath with him, probably more than one if it worked.

Eddie pulled the picnic table closer to the fire and sat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him.

“Might as well get comfy, then,” Eddie said.

Steve sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth coming from his side, close enough to hear Eddie’s hitched breath when they made contact.

Close enough to want to be closer.

“Alright, so I’ll start with a small one, and you just have to breathe in when I breathe out.”

“Is it-” Steve played with a loose thread on his gloves. “Your lips are gonna touch mine?”

Eddie suddenly looked nervous, like he regretted offering this at all, and Steve couldn’t allow that.

“I don’t mind! I mean, I want you to!” Steve panicked. “Like, it’s fine! I know we have to for the whole thing to work.”

“Yeah. Um, it’s not like, weird or anything. It’s just me helping you get high.”

It wasn’t weird, but it definitely was hot.

Eddie took a drag, leaned into Steve’s space, and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back for easier access.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

But he had to, that was the whole fucking point of doing this.

His lips parted and Eddie’s warmth coated him, covered him better than the fire.

He breathed in as Eddie breathed out, his hand seeking contact with anything solid to keep him on this earth.

He found it in Eddie’s hip, his fingers gripping tight as Eddie lingered beyond the point of the smoke clearing from his mouth to Steve’s.

Their lips brushed lightly, an agonizingly soft touch that Steve tried his best not to chase as it drifted away.

He bit back a whine at the loss, opening his eyes to see Eddie still surprisingly close, pupils huge.

It’s just the weed, Steve thought to himself.

It definitely wasn’t their almost-kiss.

Steve breathed out, swallowing once the smoke was gone from his mouth.

“Good?” Eddie asked.

Steve should answer him, should nod and thank him for doing this, maybe ask him for another hit so he could try to blame his fidgeting on being high.

But Steve wanted to kiss him.

Not shotgun, not barely brush lips, not act like this wasn’t something more than what it started as.

Robin told him he deserved nice things, and he deserved to be happy, and he did.

So Steve let himself try to have a nice thing.

“Again?” Steve asked, leaning in before Eddie had a chance to take a drag.

“Woah, big boy.” Eddie’s hands grabbed his shoulders, not pushing him away, but holding him back from making contact that he so desperately wanted. “Think that first hit might have gotten to you already. Let’s take a minute.”

“No, I-”

“Steve. You’re high.”

His tone was final, and something about the way his eyes darted away made Steve think that maybe this wasn’t the first time someone tried to make a move on him because he was giving them something.

He didn’t know Steve was into men, either.

Steve could just tell him, though. Let him know it’s not just the drugs, that he’d already had feelings for him before.

But the high was kicking in and Steve’s tongue felt like an iron weight.

“How about I get you some water?” Eddie asked, pulling away and walking swiftly to his van.

Steve didn’t protest. He did need some water.

Eddie sat on the other side of the table when he came back, handed over a bottle of water with a small smile, and watched as Steve gulped most of it down.

“This is good shit,” Steve admitted, slurring his words a little from the effort of moving his mouth. “Better than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice treat once in a while.”

They sat in silence for another 30 minutes or so, though the time didn’t even feel like it was passing to Steve until Eddie stood up and guided him to the passenger seat of his van.

“Wha-?”

“I’m gonna drop you off at home. You got someone who can help you get your car tomorrow?” Eddie buckled his seatbelt, Steve tried not to be too endeared. “Maybe Buckley? Or Wheeler?”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

Nancy had barely talked to him in months, not since she gave him one awkward hug after Starcourt. Robin couldn’t drive, or at least said she couldn’t. That’s why he drove her to school and all of her work shifts.

“Maybe you could?” Steve suggested.

Eddie sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

— — — — — — —

February 14, 1986

Steve got him flowers.

He hadn’t seen him since the night he drove Steve home.

By the time Steve woke up the next morning, his car was parked in the driveway with a note on his keys that said ‘Promise there’s not a dent on her.’

And then Eddie had ignored his calls. He’d conveniently never been at his spot anytime Steve had ever met up with him before.

He couldn’t even pass a message through Dustin because Dustin was too curious for his own good and would probably figure out that Steve wanted to kiss him.

Which is all Steve thought about for the last month while he figured out what to do next.

Robin was no help at all, said he should just corner him after Hellfire one night and make a move if he wanted him so bad.

As if that could ever be an option.

This was his last chance, though.

He’d confirmed with one of his bandmates – Garrett, maybe? – that he didn’t have plans tonight and refused to sell on Valentine’s Day.

Steve stood in front of Eddie’s trailer, a bouquet of white and pink daisies in his hand, feeling particularly stupid.

The van was here, so Eddie was here, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk up the steps and knock on the door. This was maybe the most idiotic thing he’d ever done and he probably should leave before he was seen by someone.

“Steve?” Eddie opened the front door, confusion clear even from a distance. “The hell are you doing here?”

“I said I’d bring you flowers.”

He felt so dumb, standing here holding a bouquet of flowers for a guy who didn’t even want to sell drugs to him anymore. He considered dropping the flowers and making a run for it, but Eddie leaned against the door frame and scrunched his nose up.

Like he was trying not to smile.

Like maybe Steve did something right.

“Better bring them in so they can get water, then,” Eddie said with a hesitant smile.

Steve would take any type of smile, as long as it meant he wasn’t being sent away with his tail between his legs.

He rushed inside, didn’t think about the smell of Irish Spring coming off of Eddie, or the way his arm brushed against his side as he passed him.

Steve stood in Eddie’s trailer, taking in what Eddie called home, holding the flowers in front of him with hope.

Eddie closed the front door and walked over to him, holding his hand out.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers just for me to sell you drugs again, ya know.” Eddie smiled sadly. “I would have let you buy if you really needed it.”

“You won’t return my calls so how would you know if I needed it?” Steve countered.

“Ouch.” Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “You’re right. I, uh, was giving you some space.”

“What made you think I wanted any?” Steve took the flowers back from Eddie’s hand, setting them on the coffee table behind him. “If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have bothered calling at all.”

“That’s what Wayne said, but-”

“Well, maybe you should’ve listened to Wayne.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I fucked things up by wanting to kiss you. I’m sorry if the flowers are too much. I’m sorry if I’m too much.”

Steve couldn’t look at Eddie after his confession, or his attempt at one. It may have been more of an apology, but he figured his intentions were clear enough.

“Steve. Stevie. Look at me.” Eddie cupped his cheeks, that familiar warmth covering Steve in safety. “You’re not too much. Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re too much. You were so high, I didn’t wanna take advantage. I thought if I just left you to think about it long enough, you’d realize what happened was just from the weed.”

Steve shook his head, reaching his hands up to circle Eddie’s wrists. “It wasn’t just the weed. You’d know that if you let me talk to you before now.”

Eddie rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, eyes dancing across the freckles that covered Steve’s surprisingly sun-kissed skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.”

“You’re forgiven if you listen now,” Steve took a breath, letting his hands run down Eddie’s arms and settle on his hips. “I like you. A lot. Definitely more than a customer should, more than a friend should, maybe more than a regular boyfriend should. It’s okay if that’s too much, but it’s what I have to give.”

“You’re really something, Stevie.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I think I’ll take what you’re giving if that’s alright with you.”

“Please,” Steve breathed out as Eddie’s lips crushed against his fully.

Steve always felt so much, always gave so much, hardly ever had anyone who would take what he had to give.

But Eddie was taking it, forcing it from Steve to his own body, his own heart, like it was the only thing he wanted or needed.

“If you wanna buy tonight, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” Eddie gasped out against his lips when they came up for air minutes, maybe hours, later. “I don’t sell on major holidays.”

“Is Valentine’s Day a major holiday?” Steve asked, brows furrowing.

“It is when I get to have you in my bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“That sound okay to you, big boy?” Eddie was smooth. Who could have possibly guessed?

Steve barely got out a ‘yes’ before Eddie was pulling him down the short hallway to his bedroom and rattling off things he wanted to do to him.

Steve Harrington probably wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

But Eddie Munson would make it worth his while.

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 6 months

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i cherish you, halcyon days (gojou satoru x reader)

“you’re gonna die, kid. in the worst way possible. but because i like you so much, i’ll let you ask three questions about it.” you’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. you’re 17 when you realize who your killer will be. and you’re a day away from turning 19 when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

tags: gn!reader, annoyance to friends to lovers, you and gojou share a birthday month and you're not amused, it's canon that jujutsu school curriculum last 4 years so don't say nothin' when i mention 4th year students, now a multi-chaptered fic read here

[2005. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 1st year]

Do you like Gojou Satoru?

If someone were to ask you that, you would have to answer ‘no’. You’d answer ‘no’ even if no one asked. Gojou Satoru is impossible for you to like from his stupid sunglasses to his shit-eating grins. Even worse is his arrogance. It’s only an additional sprinkle of salt in the wound when you found out later in the year that he was rich, part of some big name clan in the world of jujutsu you yourself were only scouted into.

I don’t like him at all.

You’re the odd man out in your class, though. Despite your less than stellar review of the boy, your classmates, Suguru and Shoko, got along just fine with him.

To spite you even further, it seemed the universe enjoyed pinning the two of you together as well.

It wasn’t enough for the universe to have you both in the same school, year and class. No, you even shared a birthday month.

Gojou’s December 7th to your December 9th.

The week of your shared births, Gojou was especially intolerable. “You’re the baby of the class,” he’d taunt gleefully like he wasn’t only two days older than you.

To cut on time and effort, your teacher and classmates decided that from 1st year on, December 8th would be the day both of your birthdays were celebrated. And thus, December 8th was 'Satoru and [First] Day'. Your cake was his cake and present unwrapping was a joint activity.

By the gods, I wanna punch him so much.

At the very least, you can rest easy in knowing the fact that the feelings of dislike are mutual.

Gojou Satoru is strong, it’s an irrefutable fact no matter how much you’d like to deny it. He’s strong and in turn, the strong are the only ones Gojou respects. You apparently don’t make the cut.

And that’s fine. Strength came in all sorts of ways. You disliked Gojou Satoru but you could live with the fact that, at the very least, you were going to be stuck together for four years. Because even if he was strong, life sometimes paid you back with small moments of grace where someone put the golden boy of the Gojou Clan in his place.

You thought it was one of those days when you met Takamatsu Akira. It was a week before your birthday when he told you were going to die.

You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name, “who?” It’s lunch at Jujutsu Tech and you’re eating with your classmates when Shoko name dropped a person you never heard of. “Never heard of ‘em.”

“He’s a sorcerer that can see glimpses of a person’s future when he looks at them,” Suguru answers in her stead over a sip of his oi ocha. “He’s apparently at the school today for some sort of meeting.

"Hands off the goods," your eyes widen in amazement as you quickly smack away Gojou’s hand from your lunch. “Really? And it’s all accurate too?”

“He’s a major asshole, though,” the white-haired boy hisses with a pout. You roll your eyes. I’m not sure how reliable your words are if you of all people are calling someone an asshole. Your incredulousness must show on your face because Gojou’s next words are, “seriously! He only tells people he thinks have interesting futures anything about it.”

“And?”

“Satoru’s just mad because apparently his future isn’t interesting,” Suguru smirks, smugly welcoming his best friend’s unamused side eye. “He told me about mine though.”

You bite back a snort when your curiosity to know Suguru's fortune wins. “What did he say about it?”

Suguru touched his chin thoughtfully, recalling back the day he met the seer. “He said that one day I’ll be stuck at a crossroads between two paths and make a life changing decision,” he pauses dramatically and you lean forward in anticipation. “That’s all he told me though.”

Damn it.

The brown-eyed boy chuckles but he shoots you a look of amused sympathy, “he never really tells you too much about it apparently. I was disappointed too.”

“Did he ever tell you anything about your future, Shoko?” You ask your class’ resident slacker.

Shoko shook her head, bob gently moving with her. “I’m one of the boring ones too,” she says with a lazy wave of her hand. “Like Gojou.”

“Don’t worry, my friends,” Suguru places a hand over his chest and bows with far too much grace and humility. “I alone will shoulder the burden of having an interesting future. Unlike Satoru.”

You choke, unable to stop yourself from chortling this time. Whatever Gojou sputters in his self-defense, you don’t hear it over the sound of your own laughter. “Maybe he’ll tell me about my future too,” you sigh when your giggles subside. You sincerely doubt it, but it’s fun to think about the possibilities. I want an interesting life plot twist, like the reveal I’m actually a long-lost member of some royal family he just won’t tell me which one.

“He’ll probably stop by because you’re here,” Shoko rests her chin on her palm. You were the newest in your class, starting a month later than the rest. “He likes seeing if new students will have interesting futures ahead of them.”

“Don’t get too excited, [First],” Gojou quickly rains on your parade with a lot of arrogance for someone whose future is apparently so boring a seer won’t even talk to him about it. “I’m the most interesting person in this place and he won’t even talk to me. So who knows what sort of reaction you’ll get.”

“Oh quit being bitter that your future is gonna be boring, asshole,” before any other quips and gripes can be exchanged, the class door slides open abruptly. You look over with a start, wondering if it’s your teacher when you see it isn’t. The man is a bit younger than Yaga but his hair is already graying and his eyes are a deep green reminiscent of pine trees. You have a feeling you already know who it is and grin. “You wouldn’t happen to be Takamatsu Akira, would you? Gojou here was telling me about his boring future soー” you stop yourself with a shudder when you blinked and realized that man was in front of your face and much too close for comfort.

“Now that is something,” the man blinks owlishly, eyes almost glowing in his amazement.

Your discomfort flies away faster than a seagull with someone else��s lunch, “really?”

The man leans back with a grin and a snap of his fingers, “really, really.”

With that you look at Gojou and stick out your tongue and he sticks his tongue in return.

[First] 1, Gojou 0.

Suguru chuckles and Shoko grins and all the while, Gojou Satoru flicks your forehead too quickly for you to react. “Look, hater, it isn’t my fault that your future’s boring, quit trying to rain on my parade,” you snicker, batting your eyelashes. “Mr. Takamatsu, I’d really appreciate it if you could tell me about my future if you don’t mind. Before the naysayers get more butthurt than they already are.”

“You’re gonna die, kid.”

With four words, your blood freezes and you find yourself blinking once, twice slowly. It’s the matching looks of shock and surprise on your classmates' faces that tells you you heard Takamatsu correctly. Stiffly, you look back at the seer hoping for that revelation to be nothing but a joke, but instead you find yourself looking at a maniacal grin. That grin feels more like a knife in your gut. “In the worst way possible.”

The knife sinks deeper into your flesh, twisting.

“Hey,” out of the four of you, Gojou is the one who finds his voice first.

Takamatsu ignores the boy with snow white hair as if he’s nothing but a minor breeze, “But,” he beams like he’s only told you that he found a discount at the convenience store. “Because I like you so much, I’ll let you ask three questions about it.”

“O-okay,” you stammer almost instinctively. Like a zombie, you find yourself stumbling onto your feet and Takamatsu nods at the door. These answers will be for you and you alone. You aren’t sure what expression you wear on your face as you exit, nor the expressions of your peers. You can't bring yourself to look at them as you follow the future-seeing sorcerer into the halls of your school.

I’m going to die.

In the worst way possible.

It’s only once you’re relatively alone that the seer halts his walking in the middle of the hall to look at you. “Feel free to ask your questions,” he tells you. “Your classmates shouldn’t be able to hear, even if they keep looking out the door. So ask away,” he reassures you, waving his hand nonchalantly.

You glance to your left and sure enough there are three heads leaning out of the door, staring straight at you both. You can’t bring yourself to smile reassuringly before you return your gaze to the sorcerer in front of you.

Three questions.

Your first question can only be so obvious. “Howー how do I die?”

Takamatsu’s amusement is sapped from his face at that question. “Really?” He yawns with a shake of his head. “That’s what you’re going to ask? That’s quite boring.”

Boring? Boring?! It’s my life! “Yeah but-”

“You know what, fine,” Takamatsu sighs, crossing his arms. He recalls his vision in his mind for a moment before he opens his lips. “You’re going to be killed by someone precious to you. Ask me something more… riveting this time.”

You blink slowly.

You’re going to be killed by someone you care about.

When do I die?

Was it an accident?

On purpose?

Why would they want to kill me?

You don’t think those are questions Takamatsu will find intriguing in the slightest. In a panic, you ask the most original question that enters your brain. “Do I die… angry at them?” No. Fucking. Shit, me. “Wait, that was dumb don’t answer th-”

“Nope, it counts,” Takamatsu clicks his tongue. Maybe it’s payback for your first question being so predictable and unoriginal. “And my answer for that is no. Your heart will surprisingly bear no anger towards the person who kills you.” A revelation that shakes you to the core. “Well, one question left to go, kid. No more mess ups, I’ll take it even if it’s something as a dumb as a repeat question.”

“Okay, okay,” you exhale nervously, biting your lip. I need to think.

You know yourself.

You’re selfish at times, who isn’t? If it really came down to it though, you know you’d always put someone else’s life over your own. You can talk big, you can snort when you watch a movie and say ‘yeah sorry, they’d be stuck on their own. I’m not dying in a situation like that, I’d wanna go home’. But you know yourself enough to know that despite thinking it, your feet would inevitably turn towards the other person. Maybe you’d die in the end but you know you’d try your damnedest to get them out.

Why else would you put yourself on the line fighting curses?

But I’d like to think that in a life or death fight where it’s me or them, I’d choose me. You shake your head pushing the thought to the side. You almost forgot the most important detail. Your killer will be someone who matters to you. But I won’t be mad about it. If it was life or death, I’d choose me. I know that. Stranger on the street or a lifelong sworn enemy. And I know if I was killed by someone, I’d definitely be bitter about it. I’m not that forgiving.

Future you isn’t in agreement. Your eyes turn to the ground.

Is it a life or death fight situation or an accident? You open your mouth briefly before closing it again.

They’re precious to me.

They’re someone I care about.

But I won’t be angry.

I mustn’t have been trying that hard then, you wet your lips as a light bulb flickers deeply in the recesses of your mind. You couldn’t have been. How else could your future self’s lack of anger be justified? One day, there will be someone you care for so greatly that even in a life or death battle, you’d still choose them.

You raise your head to look into dark green eyes dancing with amusement, a grin accompanying them. The grin morphs from clear to distorted at the welling of tears in your eyes. I wasn’t trying. “I must really love this person, don’t I?”

Takamatsu's grin grows even wider, eyes flashing in pleasant surprise. “Yeah,” he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “It seems like you do.”

Tears roll down your cheeks like streams into a river yet your arms hang loosely at your side. “That’s three questions then,” you murmur, throat constricting. You inhale slowly, hold your breath and release before wiping your eyes. “Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Takamatsu. Lunch is gonna be over soon, so I’m gonna go finish eating now.”

You bow before turning on your heel back to your class, your classmates are still there. You don’t really care to receive their pity or empathy.

“I’m gonna die, it’s gonna suck and that’s all he really told me,” you say before anyone can ask. You bite into your egg harshly.

It’s hours after classes have ended for the day and you’re cooking in the communal kitchen when you see Gojou again.

“Hey,” Gojou says and his tone is so serious it startles you. You set your knife down on the cutting board before looking at him. His face doesn’t seem right to you and it dawns on you a second later it’s because he’s frowning and it’s not the usual childish frown you’re used to seeing. “Don’t take what that guy said seriously. Like I said, he’s an asshole. He was probably saying all of that to freak you out.” There’s a pause and Gojou scratches the back of his head, looking uncomfortable in his skin. “So don’t, like, cry about it. Takamatsu’s a prick.”

“Are you,” you squint, looking Gojou over suspiciously. “Trying to make me feel better or something in your own weird Gojou way?”

“Someone has to make sure the class baby isn’t drowning in their sorrows,” Gojou returns to his usual brand of cocky, with a grin. His sunglasses slide down, revealing playful eyes.

“I don’t want the comfort then,” you roll your eyes and return to chopping your vegetables. “Besides, I don’t need it anyways, I’m strong”

“Eeeeh.”

Asshole.

“There’s different kinds of strong, you jackass,” you argue for argument’s sake. You vaguely notice that in spite of your annoyance, your shoulders aren’t stiff and your jaw is loose. Apparently Gojou is good for something, after all. “Strong looks different for different people. A kid is strong when they act tough after tripping. A grown man crying and being open with his emotions is strong,” you recount some of the ways you’ve seen people be strong in your life. You’ve witnessed strength in various ways in your 15 years of living. “... Even just living despite how hard it can be is strong.”

Save for the sound of you cutting green celery and the light simmer of the pan, silence falls over the two of you.

“What did you guys talk about when he said you could ask him questions?”

“... nothing important.”

[2006. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 2nd year]

You’re 16 and you’re still alive and kicking.

You’re an upperclassman now, not that it means anything when there are still two whole grades of jujutsu schooling ahead of you. Still, you welcome the newfound responsibilities and admiration you receive in going up a level. At least, one of your underclassmen seems to admire you. Haibara Yuu does, though you’re pretty sure he adores Suguru even more. Nanami Kento is nice though, albeit a bit reserved.

The three of them are like you, individuals scouted into the world of curses and sorcerers rather than born into it. It’s nice to know you’re not alone in that sense.

Even if they weren’t, however, you’re sure that Gojou’s presence would find a way to override any sort of 'being alone'. You can’t be alone when he’s around even if you want to.

Gojou is just as annoying as he was when you were first years, but he’s surprisingly more tolerable.

He still bothers you whenever he has the chance and he still refers to you as the ‘class baby’. You’d also be lying to yourself if you said his hubris has gone down since you first met. He’s just as smug as he’s always been but it’s a bit easier seeing the charm in it in your second year compared to your first.

So maybe ー in the absolute loosest sense of the word ー the two of you have become friends. Something like it at least.

This is why you don’t mind it when the boy plops his ass on your desk when you’re trying to read the recent volume of Fruits Basket to tell you about his newest feats he accomplished on his most recent mission. Nor do you mind it much when he follows you to the dorms to continue telling you what feels like an exaggerated tale, but you know Gojou’s abilities enough to know that 99% percent of it is true.

“So yeah,” he finishes with an air of satisfaction, nose pointing towards the sky with pride. “You could say that Suguru really didn’t even need to come, I pretty much crushed it by myself.”

You’re pretty sure if Suguru was here, Gojou would be in a headlock. “Better not let your bestie catch you saying that,” you warn playfully.

“Come on, [First],” Gojou beams broadly with no care in the world. “Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to praise me?”

You shake your head in bemusement, smiling lightly. “I can admit it, I’m impressed,” your words are genuine. With all the blessings he has in the world, being strong is the standard for your classmate. He’s a natural talent to boot. Yet for all his nonchalance, you can give credit where credit is due. The guy works hard to perfect his techniques and he’s a perpetual motion machine when it comes to improvement. “Good job, Gojou, you’ve worked really hard. I’m happy you’re seeing the payoff.”

It takes you a second to realize that you’re walking by yourself and you turn around, eyebrow quirked. “What’s up?” Gojou doesn’t respond immediately and you have no idea what his eyes look like beneath the sunglasses. “Hey are you alright?”

The boy comes to at your prodding, sauntering after you lazily, “nothing, nothing,” Gojou replies smoothly with a grin. “I am pretty great, huh?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, Gojou,” you give him a light shove that barely moves him an inch. Geez he’s a giant, you won’t be surprised if in the future he’s taller than even Yaga.

“Since I’m working so hard, do you think you could make me a congratulatory lunch tomorrow?” You’re pretty sure he isn’t serious. Or at the very least you’re sure Gojou expects your answer to be negative. You never cook for him, the closest he ever gets is pilfering samples of it before you chase him out of the kitchen. “Just ki-”

“Sure, what do you want?”

With near comedic timing, Gojou’s shades slide down the bridge of his nose and his eyes are wide in astonishment. “Seriously?”

Your grin widens, “I can change my mind if you-”

“No, no, no! No take backs allowed, [First]!” Gojou covers your mouth with a large palm. “I’m putting in my special requests!”

You move his hand from your mouth with a sage nod, “then please make your requests, young pupil, I’ll prepare you a feast of feasts!” Gojou opens his mouth promptly, giddy. “Within reason.”

You snicker when he whines about the unfairness of your new stipulations.

It takes a week before lunch becomes dinner too.

Gojou’s nice sometimes, you can admit.

And maybe you can also admit that you are ー in more than the loosest sense of the word ー actually friends. A friend whose status as a special grade sorcerer is something you can be proud of rather than annoyed by. He’s reckless and sometimes that recklessness gets him in trouble, but still you enjoy his company when you have it. Even if sometimes he gets you in trouble because of his shenanigans. Or even when he is annoying Utahime whom he is presently taunting in favor of saying her partner for this mission is stronger than she is.

“Mei Mei,” you wave your fingers daintily at the strong partner in question. “Finally gonna let me take you out some time?” You’re mostly joking. 5% at least. Beautiful as she is, Mei Mei isn’t really your type.

The blue-haired sorcerer laughs lightly, crossing her arms, “I’ll have to warn you that my dinners aren’t cheap.”

“Worry not, I’m an amazing cook,” you’re barely able to wink in the money-loving sorcerer’s direction when Gojou’s lanky arm is thrown over your shoulder and he saunters over to a distressed Utahime. “What the heck!”

“Check out how the path Utahime walked on is falling apart,” Gojou snickers.

“Oh shut up,” Suguru looks far too pleased to actually mean his words though.

For Utahime’s sake, you fight back the urge to giggle at their tomfoolery. You like Utahime, you bonded in your first year over finding Gojou Satoru’s presence an annoyance. You’ve sadly, however, become a bit of a traitor to your Hating Gojou Alliance, much to her dismay when you confessed months prior that you and Gojou had become chill.

“By the way,” Mei Mei brings the conversation back to a reasonable plane. “Where’s the veil?”

Gojou’s nice sometimes, you can admit. And maybe you can also admit that you are ー in more than the loosest sense of the word ー actually friends. A friend you can be proud of. A friend whose company you enjoy even if sometimes he gets you in trouble because of his shenanigans.

Like the fact you somehow forgot to put up the veil?! How the hell do you forget to put up the veil?! Nevermind the fact you technically forgot too, Gojou was the one who said he’d put it up. That’s why you have no problem pointing in his direction when Yaga sternly asks who was the Forget Futaba in your band.

“Is a veil that necessary in the first place,” Gojou whines in the gym later in the afternoon. “It’s not like it matters if normies see or not, right? They can’t see cursed spirits or cursed techniques anyway.”

“Pretty sure it’s for the best that normal people don’t start seeing spontaneously exploding buildings on the regular, Gojou,” you watch with an impressed whistle at how your classmate tosses a basketball effortlessly to a hoop. You’re sure if Suguru hadn’t stopped it, the ball would have been a perfect three pointer.

“Of course it’s not good for them to see,” Suguru affirms your words resolutely. “The strongest deterrent against the outbreak of cursed spirits is the mental calm of the populace.” It becomes a battle of the philosophies when Gojou steals the ball back with finesse.

“Looking out for the weak is so exhausting, honestly,” Gojou sighs and Suguru shoots back with narrowed eyes 'Survival of the Weakest'. “Assigning reasons and responsibility to strength is what those who are weak do.”

Should we…? You glance at Shoko.

Yeah, we probably should. The brunette glances back.

“Time to dip,” Shoko sprints out of the gymnasium faster than you’ve ever seen her.

“I’ve got a pretty wild date with Battle Royale right now,” you skip after her in a hurry right as Suguru summons one of his cursed spirits like it's a pokemon.

The next time you see Gojou, he knocks and enters your room when you go ‘huh?’ “Yo, I’ve got a mission.”

“Already?” You raise an eyebrow. “We just got back from the Mei Mei and Utahime thing.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “ Teach says we have to protect the star plasma vessel.”

“That information got leaked?”

“Wait, you know what the star plasma vessel is?”

“Tengen stuff is, like, the bare minimum of stuff we should have learned about in first year, Gojou.”

“... anyways, Suguru and I are heading out early tomorrow,” he says, like what you told him moments prior wasn’t anything important.

You smile with pride, “well, that’s a pretty big mission for a couple of students to have,” it really is, honestly. If anything, that’s something you think the adults should have. It’s pretty cool that two of your classmates were chosen for it. “That’s cool. You should be really proud of yourself, Gojou.”

Your words get his lips to morph into a smile a bit more authentic and veritable than his usual smug grins and confident jeers. “I am pretty cool, huh?”

You roll your eyes in good fun before looking at your book again. Your favorite character's dead but you at least wanna see who gets off this shitty island. “Y’all not still fighting about earlier are you?”

“Nah, we’re over it,” Gojou sits at a chair by your bedside desk, swirling in it. “It’s whatever in the end. Suguru can believe whatever he wants.” A silence somewhere between comfortable but hesitant falls over you briefly before Gojou asks, “you believe that stuff he was saying too?”

“Dunno, you’re probably asking the wrong person,” you turn the page with a shrug. It’s been nearly a year since you met Takamatsu Akira. Nearly a year since you were told someone you loved would kill you in the worst way possible and yet you’d have no anger in your heart about it. The future is technically always changing. It’s never stagnant. If you wanted, you could take what the seer said to heart and run with your tail between your legs. Yet here you were, laid on your stomach reading Battle Royale in your room located in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College instead of elsewhere; living in perpetual paranoia about any relationship you have. “The weak’s the majority, they need protection. It should be the duty of the strong to protect them. But… I can also get the exhaustion. If you’re the strongest, who’s gonna protect you then?”

You close your mouth and purse your lips thoughtfully and vaguely you find it a bit amazing that Gojou hasn’t made any sort of quip yet.

“But… I guess I probably align myself more with Suguru’s line of thinking,” you decide after a heartbeat. “I’m the one who’s gonna die in the most horrible way possible, remember? But here I am, still kickin’ it here with you guys. I should probably run while I have the chance, huh?”

“I already told you not to listen to that crap,” you look away from your book, surprised at the harshness in Gojou’s tone. Your eyes look into angry azure and you glance away just as quickly. “That guy’s a prick. There’s no point in listening to him. So quit worrying your pretty little head about that. You’re supposed to be strong, right?”

Your eyes skim over your book, not sure what else to settle your eyes on. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I’m pretty strong, I guess.”

That appears to be the right answer. “Exactly, so stop giving that stuff he said the time of day.”

You chuckle, “yeah you’re right, sorry,” ‘I’m always right’ Gojou says flippantly and you find your head shaking with a warmth settling in your chest. “Grab me a souvenir or two while you’re gone, Mr. Special Grade.”

“I’m not leaving Tokyo, you know,” Gojou tosses a crumpled piece of paper at your head.

“So?” You toss the paper back, watching as it bounced off his infinity. Cheater. “Grab me something extra nice anyways! I deserve it as payback for cooking for you all the time, you eat like a horse.”

The mission goes horribly wrong.

Shoko tells you over a phone call that the mission went horribly wrong in all the worst ways. Suguru was injured. Gojou was dead.

Parts of campus look like it was hit by a tornado when you get there, out of breath, lungs screaming but you still push through it to get Suguru’s room banging on the door. “Su-”

“Satoru’s okay,” is the first thing out of his mouth when he opens the door and your knees almost buckle in your relief. “He’s alive. He was injured but he’s alive. He’s in his room, right now.”

He’s okay.

Your breath is shaky as you let your friend’s words permeate through your entire being. “That,” you lick your lips, holding yourself. “That’s good.” It’s all you can say although it doesn’t encompass even a tenth of the emotion you feel. “I’m glad you’re both alright.” The quiet is almost deafening; what do you say to ease the hurt when the mission went wrong in every way it could have? “I’m gonna start cooking in an hour or two. I’ll bring you something to eat later, any requests?”

“It’s okay,” Suguru’s smile is small but polite. “I’m not that hungry. Maybe Satoru’ll eat something.” The door closes promptly before you can ask if your friend is sure he doesn’t want anything. I’ll check on you again later, I promise.

Your nerves are frazzled when your eyes sweep over to the door that leads to Gojou’s room, hardly able to make yourself move towards it.

“He was injured but he’s alive.”

How injured is injured?

Has he gone to see Shoko?

“Gojou?” Your knock is barely audible.

You knock once more with a soft confidence.

“Satoru?” Your voice falters, just above being a whisper. “Hey, it’s me. I know you probably don’t want to talk right now but I just want you to know I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. If you wanna talk, I’m just down the hall, okay?” You pause, ears straining to hear anything on the other side of the door. You’re met with silence. “Get some rest. I’ll bring you dinner later, alright?”

With a sigh, you turn around to go to your room only for your heart to leap out of your chest when you realize someone is already in it. You jump, clutching your chest when you realize it’s Satoru, sitting on your bed with his back slumped against the wall.

He looks like hell and impossibly small wrapped in your blanket. Russet stains his white locks that are even messier than usual and his eyes have a chilling emptiness to them. He doesn’t meet your eyes, you aren’t sure if he has the will to. You don’t have the will to say anything despite the thoughts running through your head.

Wordlessly, Satoru raises the blanket in an invitation. Like he’s welcoming you through a barrier.

So wordlessly, you sit on your bed and nestle beside him. You don’t mind the scent of sweat, blood and dirt. Nor do you mind when the tall and lanky teen slumps against your side, resting his head atop yours. You simply find his hand and brush your fingers together, feeling the roughness of his callouses, before twining your fingers with his.

You clutch each other’s hands almost painfully.

[2007. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 3rd year]

It’s you, isn’t it?

You realize that one day Satoru is going to kill you on a rainy night in December in your room laying on your bed. The two of you had taken to sharing a space on nights you felt lonely since you were 16 and the star plasma vessel mission went wrong in every way possible. Last week, you both turned 18.

Another year has past and you're still alive and kicking.

You’re facing each other, your head resting on your hand with your elbow angled to keep your head up.

“You won’t leave too, right?” Satoru asks softly, fingers messing with a stray string on your shirt.

Suguru’s gone. So is Haibara.

Both are gone in different ways.

Death is what took Haibara, leaving Nanami Jujutsu Tech’s sole second year.

Suguru was swallowed in madness and disillusionment, defecting to accomplish a new goal of creating a world with only jujutsu sorcerers.

It stings, but you know Satoru is hurt the most.

“It’s unfortunate to tell you but you’re pretty much stuck with me, Satoru,” you give him a weak nudge with your free hand.

“Even though Takamatsu said you’re going to die?”

“We’re all gonna die someday,” you tell him easily. It’s you. You aren’t sure how you’re able to smile like you aren’t having the worst realization in the world but you smile. “Besides, you’re the one who said not to worry about that, right? Because I’m strong.”

“Yeah,” Satoru whispers. “You’re strong.”

“And you’re the strongest sorcerer in the world,” you remind him unnecessarily. It is an inherent fact of the world. Gojou Satoru, born only two days before you came into this world, shook the entire world when he was born.

“And because you’re the strongest, that’s why I have to stay with you,” you run your fingers through his hair gently. When is he going to do it? When is everything going to go wrong? You want to remember every feature he has before you one day have no choice but to leave them behind. “Who’s going to protect you otherwise?”

Satoru smiles for the first time that night, looking up at you almost dreamily from where he lays. “You’re gonna protect me?”

“Yeah,” you vow sincerely.

[2008. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 4th year]

“Happy birthday to us, happy birthday to us,” Satoru sings crudely while you roll your eyes. It’s technically neither of your birthdays. It’s the 8th, the one day mid-point between your birthdays. The Official ‘Satoru-[First]’ Birthday Bash Celebration. Contrast to your first year as a student at Jujutsu Tech, you find yourself in a more pleasant mood about it. “Happy birthday to the both of us, happy birthday to us!”

“Isn’t it a bit too early to sing,” you shake your head with a chuckle.

“Early shmurly,” Satoru shrugs off your nonchalant concern like water off a duck’s back. You can’t bring yourself to scold him. “They throw us a surprise party every year. It’s not even a surprise if we know it’s coming. They always make us wait all day in class or tell us to leave campus though.”

“It’s part of the atmosphere, Satoru. Tradition!” You grin, giving his leg a light flick as he plops his ass right on top of your desk. “We gotta wait and act completely oblivious to everything until someone tells us to head to the dorms.”

It’s nice to see him smiling. It’s his second birthday without his best friend. A fact that will always resonate through your reality like ripples through the water.

“You’ll like my gift the best by the way,” you tell him with a self-assured confidence.

“Funny, I was about to say that to you,” Satoru winks, leg swinging lazily. He’s not wearing his sunglasses for onceー they’re off to the side resting on the teacher’s podium. “Of course, my gifts are always the best.”

A comfortable silence fills the room and you close your eyes.

Tomorrow you turn 19 and you’re still alive and kicking.

Moments like this make it hard to believe that one day you won’t be. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you told Satoru the truth of everything Takamatsu told you that day. You consider telling him this very moment, eyes resting on his face. He's smiling gently to himself, thinking about something unknown to you.

He’s so beautiful it makes you want to cry.

“Hey,” you can barely hear yourself.

“Hmm?” Satoru looks at you, lips upturned in a mellow, peaceful expression.

“We should get married.”

One second passes,

two seconds.

“Yeah, we should,” Satoru nods, seemingly enchanted.

You blink dumbly, “what?”

“Let’s do it,” Satoru repeats himself purposefully. “Let’s get married.”

“... Satoru, I was 60% joking when I said that,” you don’t even know why that’s what came out of your mouth.

In spite of your attempt to brush him off, Satoru stands to his feet all the more determined. His large hands cup yours gently as he pulls you into standing with him. “And I’m being 100% serious,” he means it, you can see it in his eyes. They’re more clear than any lake you’ve seen. “Let’s get married. We can go after your birthday.”

“Satoru, we’re high schoolers,” you try reasoning.

“We’re old enough to get married in this country.”

Despite that fact, you shake your head again, “we’re not getting married in high school.”

“Then we can tie the knot after we graduate,” Satoru decides like that’s the only issue at present.

“Fresh out of high school?”

“Fresh out of high school,” he affirms. “We can have a big wedding just like in the movies. Whatever you want. We’ve already got the headstart on the kids with that Zenin kid and his sister.”

You find yourself laughing unexpectedly at the absurdity, at the certainty. “Satoru.”

“[First].”

“Your clan is not gonna be happy with you marrying some jujutsu nobody,” you tell him.

“Like I care what a bunch of old farts think.”

“I’m pretty sure your parents aren’t gonna like me.”

“I’ll love you enough to make up for it,” Satoru rests his forehead on yours. That motion alone damn near breaks your heart. “I wanna marry you, [First].”

“Yeah,” you sniff. This boy who is quickly becoming a man in front of your very eyes is beautiful enough to make you cry. “Let’s get married.”

For a smile so small, it beams like a thousand suns, “Right after we graduate?”

“Right after we graduate.”

“Even if you think my parents aren’t gonna like you?”

“Screw ‘em. I’ll love you more than enough to make up for it.”

One day Gojou Satoru is going to kill you.

You don’t know what will lead you down the path of finding yourself on the opposing side of the boy you’ve grown to love. You don’t know whether it will be a death that’s accidental or as intentional as Suguru’s defection from your organization.

So many unknowns, yet the fact remains the sameー one day you’re going to die and it’s going to be Satoru that sends you to the other side. You let him kiss you despite that fact.

It’s you.

You know it in your heart.

Because if someone were to ask you if Gojou Satoru was precious enough to you that you wouldn’t bear any anger towards him for killing you, you knew what your answer would be in a heartbeat.

Yes, you kiss him tenderly, holding his face in your hands while your heart cupped the precious memories you shared. Memories you would never allow yourself to forget. The halcyon days of past, present and future. He is.

[20xx. kuzuivencdcsusahduvtaydr ー ???? oayn]

It’s snowing in Tokyo, a lot of it.

That’s not common for the area of Japan you live in.

Maybe Tokyo will see one or two days of light snowfall, but it’s almost never enough to cloak the city like this. That’s why it’s a perfect day for a snowball fight and it is perfect, save for the fact that Satoru is definitely cheating.

His tosses may be light but the jerk still has on his infinity, your snow dissipating in powdery puffs whenever it hits the barrier keeping him perpetually safe.

You can’t stop yourself from giggling though, even as he pelts you with an unfair barrage of snow.

The laugh is barreling from your form even more when Satoru rushes you out of nowhere, the largest snowball you’ve ever seen in his hands laughing like he’s five. Your fall is softened by the snow underneath you, barely even much of a drop, and Satoru’s on top of you with his legs on either side of your torso.

He’s merciful enough not to slam dunk his snowball of fury into your face though.

“Okay, okay, you win!” You laugh good naturedly. “Please, Gojou Satoru, I yield!” Despite your words, your hand is working quickly on the side to form a snowball. He’s touching you, you can feel the warmth of his legs on either side of you. His infinity’s down then. You open your eyes mischievously, bracing yourself for a toss when you feel something warm fall onto your face.

One drop,

two drops.

Your breath falters.

“Why are you crying, Satoru?”

It occurs to you then in all your years of knowing him, you’ve never seen Satoru cry. Yet there he is, right atop you, holding the world’s largest snowball in his trembling arms. All the while, tears are running down his face, flowing from those beautiful eyes of his. Those eyes filled with a greater sadness than you’ve ever seen as he looks at you.

The snowball you were clutching drops from your hand immediately in your concern, “hey what’s wrong?”

Satoru doesn’t answer you. Instead, the strongest sorcerer in the world drapes himself over you with body-wracking sobs. The snowball he was holding has disappeared to who knows where, his hands now clutching the front of your jacket tightly. Satoru’s only response is his body-wracking sobs, his knuckles painfully white. He sobs, sobs and sobs like you’ve never seen before.

Slowly, you bring your arms up to hug him and nuzzle the top of his hair that matches the snow around you. “It’s okay,” you whisper to the boy crying in your arms. You smile softly and you close your eyes once more. “It’s okay,” you tell him again. “I'll protect you.”

i was inspired by chainsaw man with the idea of a future devil sorcerer and a reader who shares the same fate as aki

*bonus note: also in japan, the legal age marrying age for women is 16 and men is 18, i heard from a prof they're working on changing that but at least during the setting the time of the fic that is still the same so hence why you'd both be of marrying age despite still being students

*final note: i am a huge final fantasy nerd and the final chapter is written in al bhed, a language from final fantasy x. feel free to use this translator

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #fun fact: december 9th is MY birthday #gojo angst #gojou angst #whoops #happy birthday gojo

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paper rings (mike's version)

my masterlist.

entry 2 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: despite the recurring hardships, you and mike make a vow to stay together through it all.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

fandom: five nights at freddy's

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, yall. :')

notes: based on "paper rings" by taylor swift. has been beta read. yall, i swear i'm going to leave the josh hutcherson tag alone for a bit after this, i promise lmao. i also know i need to update my masterlist. i'm going to do this soon!

word count: 3k

At this point in your life, you did not need an alarm clock. 6:30 in the morning started at 6:20 when you’d hear the tell-tale honk of your boyfriend Mike’s car being locked. You technically didn’t have to be up until 7:00 to get Abby up and ready so that she’d be on the bus right at 7:45, but you always liked to greet him when he walked in since work had never been something he’d regard as an easy part of his life.

You’d known Mike since high school. You’d been chemistry lab partners, occasional study partners, and then prom dates. It was as cliche as a “will they/won’t they” situation could be until you two separated after graduation. You’d gone off to college and Mike had stayed local. You didn’t reconnect until you ended up back home working as a nurse in the local hospital and one of Mike’s various work (fight) related injuries landed him in the ER. After reconnecting there and exchanging numbers, you began casually seeing Mike whenever you could. Sometimes he’d flake due to job and schedule changes, not feeling up to it, or needing to meet Abby's needs. That was until the dates became more frequent and it wasn’t so casual anymore. You then moved into his small home with him and Abby, sticking by him despite his numerous job changes.

You got up, putting your discarded pair of Hello Kitty pajama shorts back on despite the black t-shirt of Mike’s falling to a point where they were almost covered. You then wandered into the living room, still a little sleepy, but glad to see Mike after spending all night sleeping on your own.

“Hey, you…” You said with a yawn, reaching to take his vest and keys from him to hang them up.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, sounding rather groggy himself.

“You ask me that every single day…” You laugh, leaning in to gently kiss his lips, “I just want to be there for you as soon as you get home, because I’ve been on graveyard before and it’s the longest, shittiest night you can have.”

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips curving up into a slight smile, “Thanks, baby…as always.”

You take his hand and begin to walk with him back towards your shared bedroom, knowing you only have about twenty minutes or so to lay with him before you have to get back up for Abby. Mike strips down to his boxers and then crawls into bed with a heavy sigh and you follow suit, not even bothering to take off your pajama pants knowing what little time you had was going to pass by in what felt like an instant.

“Things still super weird down there?” You ask, referencing the pizzeria where Mike had taken his security position.

“As fuckin’ always…” He mumbled as he scooted into your side, hiding his face in the side of your neck.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy, babe…I’ve gotta get Abby up and situated in like ten minutes.” You warned, only to get a passive ‘Mhm’ in response. “I’m just warning you.” You rolled your eyes affectionately, wrapping one arm around him, lacing it into his hair, and running your fingers through his hair as you picked up one of the random books he had on the bedside table. This was a book with photos of nature and wildlife in the mountains of Wisconsin. As you flipped through the pages, you were trying your best to avoid falling back to sleep. As much as you wanted to lay there with Mike, you knew that if you fell back to sleep it’d mean that Abby would miss the bus. You’d either have to take her to school yourself, causing your morning to be shot or she’d miss school altogether, ruining any chance at having a day at home with just you and Mike on your day off.

Right at 7:00, you carefully slid out of bed, putting a pillow in your place. This didn’t seem to phase Mike, who was sound asleep when you walked out of the bedroom to head across the hall to wake up Abby.

Abby was already awake, sitting up in her bed. She was still in her pajamas with a sketchbook in her lap and a crayon in her hand. She was drawing a very abstract-looking yellow rabbit when she looked up at you.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes…Please get up and get the outfit we picked out last night, okay?”

“Is that Mike’s shirt?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Gross”

With only short instances of protest over what shoes to wear, brushing her hair, and the lack of orange juice in the house, Abby was ready for school. She collected her backpack and gave you a tight hug before running out the door towards the yellow vehicle. Once you were certain she got on safely, you headed back to the bedroom, yawning as you crawled back into the warm bed. You settled under the covers and then moved over next to Mike, who was now turned with his back towards your side of the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your lips to the back of his neck gently.

He stirred slightly, moving to rest his hands against yours before lacing them together. “Welcome back…” he murmured, “Abby on the bus?”

You nodded, “Mhm…even ate two bowls of cereal this morning.”

“Good work, baby.” he chuckled before turning towards you, wrapping both arms around your waist to snuggle into you. “I try.” You replied with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead. It wasn’t much longer before Mike was sound asleep again and you were starting to drift yourself. The blankets were just too soft and warm. Factor in Mike’s body heat and you were a goner from the start. Sleep took you over sooner rather than later and you found yourself snuggled up into Mike as you finally got to go back to sleep.

Roughly three hours later, you were woken back up by the sound of the trash truck coming to collect the garbage from the cans placed by the curb. You groaned, wanting nothing more than your peace back as you slept next to your boyfriend, but instead, your eyes didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

You turned to Mike, letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed how soundly he was sleeping. It wasn’t a normal occurrence by any means. Normally, he’d sleep for an hour or two before being jolted awake by nightmares from his past and whenever you could be there, you’d try to hold him and coax him back into what you hoped would be a more relaxing sleep.

Today, he was lying in your arms with his head on your chest, breathing slow and steady and his expression was peaceful. You stayed next to him, attempting to fall back to sleep to no avail for around an hour before deciding to slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. You began to prepare breakfast, despite it being almost noon, turning on the small radio in the kitchen so that music would softly begin to pour out of the speaker without being loud enough to wake Mike.

You were focused on the food, trying to make sure nothing burnt, blissfully unaware of Mike leaning against the wall in the entrance to the kitchen. “You know, I’ve told you before you don’t have to do all of this for me.” He sounded both sleepy and amused, but his sudden presence still caused you to jump, emitting a small gasp as your hand came to rest on his chest.

“Michael, I swear to God…”

He fully laughed this time as he watched your reaction with a smirk, “Cute”

“Not cute, you scared the shit out of me. How many times do I have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me?”

“What can I say? Maybe those creepy ass animatronics at work are rubbing off on me because I swear I’ve seen them move without anyone pushing the button…” He spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning into you. He knew you were a bit of a scaredy cat. You’d made it known several times how you could handle all the real-life gore of a lifetime at work, but horror movies…let alone being in an abandoned building for five nights a week…were an absolute no-go for you.

A chill ran through you, partially due to what Mike said and partially due to the kisses he kept casually pressing against your neck, “That’s so weird. I hate that. I hate that. Maybe they just kind of settle…like how the house settles and makes weird noises.”

“Or they’re possessed..” You could feel him shrug from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“Like that happens…who’s going to pull a Chucky and voodoo their souls into a giant animatronic bear?”

“The world’s full of freaky people.” he said, letting go of you to go sit down at the table. You promptly turned on your heel and leaned back against the counter, prepared to drop the sarcastic comeback that immediately popped into the forefront of your brain.

“Oh, I know that for sure. You should meet my boyfriend.”

“I’d love to. He sounds like a winner. He’s probably pretty hot too.”

“You’re a loser.” You laughed.

“Please, at least your first jab was original. Your mother calls me a loser like that’s my actual job title.” He was also laughing despite the awful reality of his statement.

You sighed, “And that’s not true and you know that. She and your aunt are just shitty people and when we get our shit situated to the point that we do not need them…then, no contact and we live stress-free.”

You turned back to the stove and started plating the food as Mike replied, “I genuinely don’t think stress-free is ever something in my future.” Your heart sank as it always did whenever Mike would make a statement like this. He’d made one mistake, as a child nonetheless, and it’d started a chain of events that consumed his entire life. He deserved better and a much brighter future than the present you two were currently situated in.

“You know I love you, right?” you said, turning, and putting some of the plates on the table.

He nodded, looking a bit confused by your question, “Yeah…”

“So, let it be known, that if it’s the last thing I do…We’re going to have the best life. You, me, and Abs and we’re going to be fine..” You sat the rest of the food out and then walked over to his chair, nudging it with your foot so he’d scoot back from the table, allowing room for you to sit on his lap.

“I mean…If this is where I think it’s going, I’ll be more than fine.”

You pursed your lips, taking a deep breath before putting both hands on each side of his face. His hands were on your thighs, trailing upwards very slowly as if you wouldn’t notice. “Mike…focus…what I’m saying is…I’m with you. I’m with you no matter what and even if things are shitty and could be better, you’ve still got me and you’ve still got Abby at the end of the day. I know you’re going to tell me no…but again, if we got married the benefits would be there for you and possibly Abby and…”

He shook his head, “I’m not marrying you for benefits. That’s just…shitty. That's beyond my levels of shitty. I want to marry you, but not like that. You talk about me deserving better all the time, but you deserve better than that. You take care of all of us and haven’t ditched me even after I beat the ever-loving shit out of some guy at the mall. You’re a saint. If I can’t properly propose with like..a ring, candles, Abby not harassing me about when I’m going to do it like she’s been doing for the past…I don’t know…six months…then, I’m going to put it on hold.”

You chuckled at his comment, “You think too highly of me, baby boy.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and raised an eyebrow, “Do I, though? You do all of this on the regular and I don’t even ask you, and in fact, I’ve told you to stop.”

You shrugged, still laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Just accept the love, Mike.”

You leaned in and kissed him gently. “You could do so much better, you know?” he stated. You kissed him again.

“How can I do that when I’ve already got the best?”

You spent the rest of the day with Mike, relaxing at home, watching TV, and napping off and on until Abby got home from school. Once her homework was done and everyone had dinner, Mike had gone to lay down for a bit to prepare for his nightly shift at Freddy’s and you were sitting at the table with Abby. Abby was drawing, per usual, and you were trying to finally put some of the pictures of Abby, you, Mike, and all three of you that you’d gotten developed placed into the frames you’d thrifted a few days prior.

“Why do we have to look at Mike any more than we have to?” she stated, eyeing a frame you’d just shut and were putting to the side containing a picture of the three of you on Abby’s last birthday.

You looked at her and then eyed the picture that she’d been drawing for the past hour. “That’s pretty bold coming from someone who puts him at the center of all of their artwork.” You laughed, causing her to immediately flip the paper over and act like nothing was there to begin with.

“You say that like you don’t pick on Mike too!” The younger girl rebutted. You shrugged in response. She had you there.

“You both just gang up on me. I’m outnumbered here. Two girls against me.”

You looked up and smiled, seeing Mike standing against the wall in a very similar stance as he’d appeared in the kitchen that morning.

“If you two have a baby and it’s a boy, we’ll all be even.”

“Abby!” You and Mike called her name in unison causing her to look up at the both of you as she flipped her drawing back around and grabbed a black crayon. No matter how long you and Mike spend informing Abby that she can’t just share whatever thought crosses her mind, all efforts seem to be futile. The comments should be expected at this point, but they still never ceased to shock not only you and Mike but her teachers and peers as well.

“What? I’m right.” she said, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the picture.

You let out a long sigh, sinking into your chair a little more as you went back to finishing the frames and Mike made coffee as part of his routine before work. He sat back at the table and took a sip, looking at what you were doing before looking at what Abby was doing. He sat his coffee mug on the table and took a piece of paper from Abby.

“Hey!”

“You’ve got like…twenty more pieces. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve had twenty-one!”

You rolled your eyes at the banter between the two siblings before putting the photo frames into a box so that you could start putting them out after Abby went to bed. You set the box aside and then turned your attention back to Abby and Mike. Abby was delicately coloring in the sky in her picture and Mike was ripping a small square out of the paper. You watched him carefully as he started folding the small square in a few different directions, his brows knit together in concentration.

You let your head come to rest on your hand as you watched Mike. He remained completely oblivious to your observations of him and kept working until the square of paper had been transformed into a small circular shape. He reached over and grabbed Abby’s red crayon, drawing something on top of it, and then put the crayon back before the girl even noticed its absence.

“What are you…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Mike had gotten out of his chair and dropped to one knee right in front of you, holding up a paper ring with a small misshapen heart drawn on top. Abby abruptly turned her attention to her brother’s action, the dark blue crayon in her hand falling to the floor as her jaw dropped slightly.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than life itself…which doesn’t sound like it’s saying a lot coming from me, but I promise it is. You talk about giving me a good future, but I just want to do the same for you. You deserve so much more than I’ll ever be able to give you, but I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Will you…one day…let me replace this with an actual engagement ring…and marry me?”

You couldn’t help the way your face heated up at his words, your hands coming to cover your face to try to hide your reaction.

“Are you serious? Is this real? Do you really want to marry her? Is this finally happening?” It all left Abby’s mouth in a string of what felt like run-on sentences.

“It’s not up to me anymore, Abs.” Mike said, nudging your leg with his free hand that wasn’t holding the ring.

You laughed, shaking your head as you removed both hands from your face and held your left hand out, earning a gasp out of Abby. “I’d marry you whether you replaced the ring or not. I just want you.”

Mike grinned and then slid the paper ring onto your finger, “Then, I’m yours.”

You grinned back before leaning in to kiss him, your left hand coming to rest on his cheek as he smiled into the kiss.

“Oh gross…no…let’s skip to the part where I get to pick out a pretty dress.”

“Abby!”

In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x yn #mike schmidt x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x yn #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #fanfiction #fanfic #taylor swift

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nburkhardt · 11 months

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Of Insomnia and Nightmares.

Idk what this is tbh. We’ll go with hurt/comfort mostly with absolutely no real plot 🫣

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

His head hits the back of the cabinet with a loud ‘thunk’, wincing he brings his hand up to rub it before looking over at Steve, standing there still with bed-head and his boxers on.

It’s not technically his first time waking up at this ridiculous time of three in the morning. Also not the first time Steve looks for him. It’s an unfortunate side effect from nearly dying; insomnia and nightmares.

They both have it, luckily or well maybe, unluckily.

Steve tends to treat his insomnia by doing house work or he bakes. When he wakes from the nightmares he doesn’t even attempt at leaving the bed; he shifts in bed and holds him tight. Which always wakes Eddie up, but he doesn’t mind.

Because his thing is louder usually, actually. Right now he’s in the kitchen putting dishes away, which isn’t his thing whatsoever.

“Sorry, sunshine. I couldn’t sleep. Nightmares and insomnia, ya know?”

Steve nods and walks further into the kitchen, before stopping next to him. “And you decided to do, my thing?”

He snorts and looks down at the plate in his hand, shrugs and puts it in the cabinet before closing it. “Just needed a moment, needed my hands to be busy.”

Steve wraps his arms around his waist, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Leaning back into his boyfriend, “I usually wake up to the sound of you playing, what’s different?”

“Just, needed to be busy, I guess” he shrugs before turning around to wrap his own arms around Steve, “Let’s go lay down?”

Steve looks at him. Concern is written all over his face and Eddie can see him trying to figure it out, “Bats?”

Sometimes he wants to dive into Steve’s brain and figure out just how he can read him and know. It’s a little frightening to know that he’s easy to read.

He sighs and rests his head against him, closing his eyes he squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah, they hit before I could even start playing”

Steve let’s out a displeased sigh and squeezes him close. Doesn’t say anything because it’s not necessary, they’ve both told each other the words of comfort already. They’ve been together long enough to know when it’s not necessary.

All he needs right now is to be wrapped up in Steve’s arms.

They’re settled in bed, Eddie nearly on top of Steve. They’re quiet, but not asleep. Neither is actually sleepy at this point now; it’s still too late to really do anything else but lay in bed.

“You know, I was saving those dishes for when I woke up.”

Eddie could’ve sworn Steve was at least falling asleep, he moved his head slightly to look at his boyfriend and finds him with his eyes closed and a small smile, “yeah? You planned that?”

There’s a tiny hum of confirmation, makes him snort before laying his head back down and closing his own eyes. “Sorry, you just looked so comfortable and cute drooling on your pillow that i physically couldn’t wake you up with music”

He feels Steve tighten his arms around him, “I don’t drool”

A smile pulls on his lips, this is nice. This is everything, actually. Didn’t know he could have this.

“Of course not, sweetheart” he mumbles and sinks into the Steve’s warmth more, closing his eyes, “I love you”

The arms tighten again and he feels Steve’s lips press against his head, “I love you more”

Before I ramble more, i’m ending it there. This wasn’t supposed to take me this long but my brain has been lacking on creativity lately :(

Anyway, here’s my permanent tag list under read more! (If you want to be added let me know!!)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito

Also tagging @momotonescreaming & @steddierthings because they asked for this during wip weekends and doing that helped me finish it 🥰🥰

#steddie #steddie fic #Steve x eddie #nburkhardt writes #this was supposed to be shorter #Eddie Munson fic #steve Harrington fic #stranger things fic #posting late again my time 🫡

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hauntedhokage · 1 year

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Third Wheel

summary: Sasuke is a cute third wheel that Itachi only slightly regrets allowing to tag along. ao3 link

word count: 2.6k

note: no uchiha massacre, Itachi and reader are both around 18 and Sasuke is like 12 (but still wants to follow his brother around everywhere)

“Are you also going to the festival?”

The question is a silly one, considering Sasuke was watching as he adjusted his obi, but Itachi lets it slide without telling the younger one that he’d asked a question he clearly knew the answer to. As he aged Sasuke had definitely gotten a bit surly, being reminded that he asked stupid questions never helped with the angsty pre-teen mood swings and Itachi had no time to deal with that this evening.

“Yes, Sasuke, I am going to the festival. Are you going with Mother and Father, or your friends?”

“Yeah; I’m meeting Naruto there, but can I go with you?”

That puts Itachi in a conundrum. He wanted to spend time with his brother, since he very rarely did due to his work with the Anbu Corps, but he was also technically going to the festival with someone else. It was definitely a date, could he really bring his kid brother along on a date? Would you mind? Probably not, so long as Sasuke wasn’t annoying. But he was a kid, kids by nature were always a little annoying. It would be worse if Naruto ended up tagging along as a fourth wheel, since his essentially adopted younger brother had no filter, but they were easy to get rid of if needed. He was an Anbu captain and you were a special jonin, you both were more than capable of ditching a couple genin.

“Sasuke, your brother is going on a date tonight, you shouldn’t interfere.” At their mother’s intervention, Sasuke perks up considerably. Interest has been piqued, since Itachi had never so much as shown interest in another person before - at least, not like that. But to be on a date, he had to see the person at the very least.

“A date? With who?”

“A girl I know.” Is all Itachi says, smirk on his face at how immediately frustrated Sasuke gets at the lack of information. “If you’d like to go with me to the festival, that’s fine, but don’t plan on hanging out with me all night.”

“Yeah because I totally want to watch you make out with some girl all night.” That has Itachi rolling his eyes, but taking one look at Sasuke and laughing. The younger is confused, until Itachi gently tugged at the yukata the younger is wearing while saying, “You look like a ghost, little brother. I’ll be leaving in five minutes, if you’re not appropriately dressed and ready then I will leave without you.”

And it’s as he’s opening the door that Sasuke appears, quickly pulling his sandals on while letting Itachi know that he still had thirty seconds and the older sibling couldn’t leave yet. He can hear their mother laughing at them, and that has him smiling as he looks down at his younger brother before leaving the house ahead of him.

“Who is this girl anyway?” Sasuke asks as they walk through the compound, looking up at his brother and very intrigued by the smile on his face. Itachi smiled, but never like that. “Clearly she’s special.”

“She’s a special jonin, I believe you’ve met her before.”

“That doesn’t tell me who she is.”

“You’ll see when we meet up with her before you go on your way.”

Sasuke tries for the duration of their walk to figure out who it was. Admittedly, he didn’t know many of the female jonin nor could he think of any that were Itachi’s age so his attempts at guessing were few. Only to be floored when he sees who is standing by the entrance of the festival, dressed in a dark blue yukata that was decorated in red and white flowers. He knew who you were, you’d led one of his missions when Kakashi was otherwise busy, but he couldn’t think of your name.

“You’re late, Itachi Uchiha,” you scold playfully once they’re close, and Sasuke watches with interest as his brother leans in to kiss your cheek as he greets you simply. He had every ounce of your attention, the younger sibling not even so much as acknowledged yet and that was interesting to Sasuke. Usually he was the sibling who was noticed first, but that was always by Itachi’s design.

“Sorry, I picked up a straggler,” Itachi comments, and you finally look away from him to the younger brother standing just behind him. “Sasuke, don’t be rude.”

“I wasn’t- ugh. Good evening,” he greets, and you’re giggling at the brothers before you give Sasuke your own greeting. “I haven't seen Naruto yet, he’ll probably be late.”

“You can hang out with us until he shows,” you offer as you accept Itachi’s outstretched hand, missing the way the older brother glares at the younger to try and intimidate him into declining the offer. But instead Sasuke smirks, knowing exactly what Itachi was trying to achieve and knowing that he was absolutely going to pay for this later when he accepts the offer. But it’d be worth it; seeing his older brother be a human being and not the perfect son or shinobi was more than worth it.

“You won’t even realize I’m here.”

“I’m going to pretend that you aren’t,” Itachi counters, getting another laugh from you before he starts to lead you through the crowds. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, but I’m not hungry,” Sasuke states, only to smile smugly up at his brother when Itachi glares at him. “You asked.”

“Not you. You’re not here, remember?” And then Itachi turns back to you, who watched the exchange with an amused smile. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m with Sasuke on this one. Let’s just walk around for a bit and see where everything is, then we can devise a plan of attack.” Your suggestion is met with a nod from both brothers, and you let Itachi pull you in close before fully entering the crowded walkway.

Sasuke is already bored after just a few minutes of wandering, listening to the older duo talk about recent missions and plans for later days. They weren’t even twenty yet and they talked like his parents did, which was pretty lame. He thought his brother would be more exciting - especially considering who his date was. He remembered you using a killer fire jutsu and being able to fend off five different attackers using taijutsu alone, but here you were clinging to his brother’s arm as you talked to him about the geographical specifics of the Land of Wind. Riveting content.

“Oh, Itachi, there’s a photographer! We should get a picture.”

“I think a picture is a great idea,” Sasuke butts in, earning yet another glare from his brother as you lead them to where the photographer was set up. He didn’t want to be in it, but now that Itachi thought he did, he was absolutely going to be in it. Their mother would love it.

And that’s how he ends up standing on his brother’s right while you lean into Itachi’s left side, posing for the camera like he would a school picture. The photographer requests that they get closer, so Itachi pulls him in with an arm around his shoulder before the flash goes off.

“I hope your eyes are closed,” Itachi mumbles to his brother, and Sasuke rolls his eyes as he looks around. Still no sign of Naruto or anybody he’d actually want to talk to (since he was also trying to avoid Sakura and Ino who he knew would be looking for him), and that has him bothered.

But then he sees the game stalls.

“Think you can beat me at those?” Sasuke challenges, earning a look from his brother as you look between them. Things were officially taking a turn, and you were clearly interested in seeing how this would unfold.

“A challenge, little brother? What’s your wager?”

“Just pride, for now.”

The “for now” has you letting out a soft “oooh”, which has Itachi giving your hand a squeeze before letting Sasuke know that he wasn’t going to lose to a genin at festival games. The challenge was on, and you find yourself watching from the side as they get set up at a kunai throwing game, the first in a row of different game stalls.

“No sharingan,” you call out before they can really get started, and Itachi looks over at you with a disappointed frown. Did he really need the sharingan to prove to his brother who had better aim? Would the sharingan even help against a solitary target that wasn’t a living being? “At least try to play fair.”

“Just be ready to pick out your prize.” Itachi counters, and you shake your head with a smile as he’s handed his dulled throwing weapons. He was so confident, and deservedly so as he was a once in a generation shinobi (perhaps even more rare), but these were just festival games and not necessarily intended for Anbu captains. Itachi wouldn’t need to try so hard to be successful at this game, but you fear he’ll try too hard and see failure for what was perhaps the first time.

Six kunai are thrown, but only four targets sound as if they’d been hit, and you’re moving to stand beside Itachi to see who’d missed. Sasuke had hit all three but Itachi, ever the showoff when he felt he needed to be, had thrown all three at one target and all were angled just right so they’d all land in the bullseye. Around you people chatter in awe at his display while Sasuke calls him a cheater, but you can’t help but smile at this side of Itachi coming out to play in public. This was usually reserved for when he was climbing through your window after midnight, for no reason other than the fact that he could and wanted to see you sooner than he would by using your front door. Drawing attention to himself in public was not something he liked to do at all, but you were going to enjoy his spectacles when he put them on.

“You will be the reason they ban shinobi from these games,” you chide, but Itachi is unfazed as he watches Sasuke pick out a plush frog. That was obviously going to be given to Naruto, but the elder sibling chooses not to comment.

“Your prize, dear?” That was part of this, and you’re looking at the variety with a thoughtful pout. They were all very cute, but you make your decision after a moment since one of the two you couldn’t get - matching with Sasuke would only add fuel to Itachi’s competitive fire and Sasuke’s desire for antics.

“I want a monkey, please.”

“Bet you can’t scoop more goldfish than me.” Sasuke prompts, and you’re quick to turn to the younger brother to shut that down.

“No goldfish,” you decline, accepting the monkey plush Itachi hands over and holding it to your chest as Sasuke huffs. “Depending on how far you two take this, we will all run out of hands to carry these things with. We don’t need to take fish home too.”

And so you continue, watching as Sasuke and Itachi go along the row of game stalls to settle the challenge that had been laid out. Itachi wins every time, and you start handing his winnings out to children since you did not need more than the monkey he’d won at the first game. At what you hope is the final game, you gently tug at Itachi’s arm to get his attention and smile when he looks back at you.

“Could you please let Sasuke win this one?”

“I’m not that kind of brother,” he murmurs, but knows that he’ll melt if you kept looking up at him like that.

“Be that kind of boyfriend, then? He’s not going to leave us until he beats you.”

A moment of consideration before he nods, and your smile widens when he mutters, “The things I’ll do for you.”

And you watch, clutching the monkey to your chest as they get ready to toss rings onto kunai handles. Naturally both Uchiha stand as if they’re preparing to throw a handful of shuriken at a target, which has you smiling to yourself. Shinobi habits never break easily.

“Well this is a surprise,” you hear Mikoto behind you, and look over your shoulder to see the approaching parents of your boyfriend and his younger brother. “I thought Sasuke would be off with Naruto by now.”

“We thought so, too,” you start, looking back as the brothers start throwing rings. “But now they’re competing so I’m sure Sasuke forgot about meeting his friends.”

“What’s the score?” Fugaku asks, and you grin when you see Sasuke celebrating his victory as Itachi looks at you.

“Now it’s officially seven-one. I saved your household from goldfish, too.”

“We appreciate it,” Mikoto laughs, gently squeezing your shoulder as Itachi approaches with your consolation prize: a small weasel stuffed animal. “You took your defeat like a real man, Itachi.”

“Thank you, mother, I wasn’t going to let him win but someone asked nicely.” His arm is around you now, pulling you into his side and you nod your agreement. Sasuke is telling Naruto about how he beat Itachi, and you feel relieved that now you’d finally be able to have your date without a younger sibling whose primary instinct was to annoy his brother.

“Aright, later losers.”

“Manners, Sasuke!” Mikoto scolds, now alerting her youngest son to her presence and that has the boy turning bright red.

“It’s fine, truly. We know who the real loser was tonight anyway,” you assure, and Itachi waves off his brother who is quick to leave to avoid getting into more trouble with his parents.

“Well we’ll let you two go off on your own finally,” Fugaku states, and Itachi nods as he rubs your back while trying to be mindful of your obi. “Have fun, make sure to stop by that photographer.”

“And thank you for letting Sasuke tag along.”

“He was no trouble,” you assure before Itachi excuses you both and pulls you away. “Do you want to beat me at the ring toss to reclaim your pride?”

“I’d let you win,” he declines the offer, and you nod as you hand him your large monkey so you can properly wrap your arms around him. “I didn’t expect Sasuke to be around for so long. I’m sorry that he cut into our time together.”

“Please don’t worry about it,” you request, stopping when he does and looking up at him. He looks worried, and you’re not sure why since you had offered to let Sasuke tag along. “He’s your family, and I know spending time with him means a lot to you too.”

“At some point he’ll be your family, I hope.”

“You’ve gotta get better at the ring toss first,” you tease, laughing when he uses the monkey to mock you. “You’re such a sore loser!”

“I just hope you’ll make it up to me. I lost for you, after all.”

“Did you really want to spend the night with your brother trying to beat you at festival games?”

“No, but I’ve realized that I’ve made quite the error tonight.”

“I truly mean it when I say that I don’t mind that Sasuke was-” you’re cut off by a kiss, one that was truly unique to Itachi. Tender and sweet, his movements languid as he tries to bring you in closer despite the large stuffed animal in his hand making things a bit more difficult.

“The error wasn’t my brother,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you hum inquisitively. “The error was that I hadn’t properly kissed you yet because I was preoccupied by my brother. I hope that’s been corrected.”

“You’re more than forgiven, but can we go get food now?”

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Kurama NSFW Alphabet

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: breeding, reader is called princess/angel, fem!reader, creampie, period sex mention, biting/scratching

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

After sex he’s quite tired, and he enjoys some soft cuddling before napping. He likes to bring a snack and drink to the room before you have sex, so if you need something after he can easily get it for you!

He’s also 100% up for a nice warm, relaxing bath afterwards where he gets to wash and caress you!

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite body part is his hair! He loves when you lovingly run your fingers through it, or when you give it a gentle tug when he’s got you under her. Kurama enjoys taking baths with you and asking you to wash his hair. You’re so tender with him, it just makes the red head fall in love even harder with you.

His favorite part of you is your tummy. He enjoys resting his head on it when he’s tired, or putting his hand over your soft flesh while he fucks into you, saying how he’s going to give you a baby <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers staying clean and doesn’t want to get you all messy either, so he ends up cumming inside of you most of the time! Kurama has a bit of breeding kink to, which only adds onto this.

He cums a decent amount, about 3-5 creampies is enough to fill you up perfectly. Though… he likes to stuff you full.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a few…

First, he goes crazy for your scent. He’s a bit ashamed of it, but he’s constantly pulling you in for hugs, just to smell you, especially during breeding season. He can’t get enough, sometimes all it takes is a whiff of you and he’s hard.

Second off, he is VERY interested in period sex. He already goes insane when you ovulate, but so far he hasn’t touch you when you’re on your period. He really wants to ask, he would love to eat you out!

He desperately wants to cover you in hickeys and love bites. He’d love to each you out and suck and bite on the fat of your thighs until they’re completely covered in his love bites…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

When he was a demon, Kurama had his fair share of experiences with other demon women. He never had sex with someone he loved, just little flings to satisfy his urges.

As a human, Kurama is technically a virgin, and his human body is a lot more difficult to navigate. He’s surprisingly sensitive, easily aroused and easy to bring to an orgasm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and doggy are the two positions he takes you in the mostly though missionary is the more common one. He only does doggy when he’s desperate/needy and needs to fuck right then and there.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious, but sharing a few laughs and smiling is commonplace. Kurama enjoys holding you close to him, talking you through it and giving you kisses, so if a few giggles slip through your slips he won’t mind.

H= Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself well trimmed, also yes it’s red! It’s very soft, just like his hair.

1= Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic, and enjoys taking his time with you. Kurama is often very busy with helping Yusuke with detective work, so when he’s not doing that, he tries his best to make every love making session sweet and intimate.

It’s the little things, like holding your hand and kissing your forehead while he thrusts into you, whispering soft words of love and adoration in your ear when he leans down close.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kurama found out just how sensitive his human body was the moment he saw you. He’d never had much interest in girls, especially human ones, but felt his cock go hard the second you smiled so sweetly at him.

He had jerked off a few times before after getting morning wood, but this time he found himself imagining your hand slowly pumping his length, not his.

After that, he jerked off regularly, and once you two got together, he didn’t need to as often, because you let him fuck you when he’s horny instead <3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation

Breeding

Period Sex

Lactation

Cockwarming

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Depending on the season, he’ll either only have sex with you in the bedroom, or he’ll fuck you anywhere. If he’s in rut… lord help your coochie 🙏💔

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s very scent based, so if he gets a good whiff of your smell he becomes very happy/relaxed, but it can also make his dick hard within seconds.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He will never EVER hurt you during sex, it’s a big no no. And something he wouldn’t like done to him is being choked or slapped. He’s a very gentle and sweet lover, and he wants the same from you!

0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh my god, let’s just say he remembers a thing or two from his demon days. When his face is between your legs you’ll be having a great time.

That is to say, he much prefers eating you out than you sucking him off. Your taste, the way you moan his name and whimper out little pleas for him to keep going makes him go CRAZY.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc.)

Oh he’s usually very slow and sensual. Like I said earlier, he prefers to take his time with you and show you how much he cares about and loves you.

Although if it’s during breeding season, all of that goes out the window and the only thing he’s thinking about is how much cum he can stuff into your pretty pussy before it starts spilling out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies, again, he prefers to take his time with you. The only quickies he has are ones to satisfy you when you’re needy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t take risks with his precious angel, no way. If he wants to try something new, he always asks you first and makes sure it’s okay. Your comfort is very important to him, because to him making love is almost like a trust exercise. You’re trusting him with your body, he would never break it.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy can last as long as you want him to. He’s a complete gentleman, so when you get tired he’ll pull out and start aftercare.

Though, again, going into rut makes him a lot more ravenous. He can last several hours, until your leaking his cum onto the bed.

T= Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, and honestly he’s not interested in them for himself at all. He also doesn’t LOVE the thought of you having them, as he thinks he may not be pleasing you enough. With some reassurance that sometimes you need alone time or it’s to tide you over while he’s gone, he’ll come around and understand. He won’t tell you not to use them, as it’s your body, but he may be a little jealous or not understand them completely without an explanation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a huge tease, but he does like getting you all worked up, especially when you’ve been a bit of a brat lately.

He’ll hold you in his lap, lightly tapping his finger against your panties while you squirm and beg him to touch you. “Can’t you cum with this? Such a needy little princess, perhaps I’ve been spoiling you too much.”

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, but you’ve known you’ve done something good when he groans softly, looking down at you with those emerald eyes while he calls you a good girl~

W= Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

To learn more about human sex, he watched a lot of porn and did a lot of research. He got caught doing this not once, but multiple times by Yusuke. It wasn’t easy trying to explain that he wasn’t getting off to it, just trying to study so he could make you happy, but Yusuke still teases him for it even years later.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Kurama is 6.5 inches long and pretty girthy. During the mating season he takes on a more animalistic appearance, his cock changing the most. He’s able to knot you, which he does QUITE a bit during this time.

He wears boxers, they’re usually navy blue or light grey.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it’s about medium sized. He definitely yearns for you, especially when he’s away for longer periods of time, but he can usually just look at naughty pictures and videos you’ve sent him to get him through tough times. When he finally gets home, he’ll take you out to dinner then fuck you like he hasn’t seen you in years when you get home(he’s literally only been gone a week).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep a few minutes after the final creampie! He makes sure to take care of you first if you need anything, because although he would never want to intentionally hurt you, he does end up scratching and/or biting you a bit too hard sometimes.

Kurama makes sure all of your needs are met before he pulls you in for kisses and cuddles!

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt4

pt3, pt3.5

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

Notes: swearing, kissing, kind of smutty? They get worked up and it's described explicitly, but nothing really happens. So if you don't want to read it, stop reading after King Princess is mentioned and scroll down to the very end. Gossiping, because that's a fundamental female bonding experience and if you think Abby doesn't like gossip you're wrong.

I fucking forgot the phrase "dance studio" for the past three chapters. So I changed it here and maybe will edit it in previous chapters, just a heads-up.

Also I’m a dance nerd (duh), so I added some links to the choreos reader is dancing. Let me know if it's uncomfortable to read now.

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This evening Abby felt restless, like something was keeping her from doing anything. She couldn't concentrate long enough, switching between things - the pile of dishes was abandoned after the third cup, her homework was opened on her laptop but only finished halfway. She was bored out of her mind.

It's been a week since the party, and you've been texting each other every day: either it was a funny tiktok or complaining about classes or asking advice on the outfits (definitely not thirst traps from both of you, no) or heads-up about any changes on campus. Abby texted you first to find out if you got home safely, and after that it just snowballed into 5am drunk conversation and this conversation never stopped. Abby found you were easy to talk to and you didn't get angry or upset when she didn't reply for a long time. But during this week you both were so busy you weren't able to meet up even in the university centre - Jesse needed a change in schedule due to his job, and now the hockey team had practice at a different time.

Maybe that was why Abby felt so restless? She just missed you?

Well, Abby knew only one way to get some energy out (two, technically, but her head was filled with you, so she'd probably get even more frustrated from not seeing you), so she picked up her gym bag and went to the gym.

Somehow lifting weights got her mind in order: she needed to concentrate on her technique, but she didn't have to think any big smart thoughts, her head half-empty, Ramones screaming in her ears. Abby felt satisfied with her workout, so she took a photo in the mirror and sent it to you. You didn't answer right away, so Abby put her phone away and went to hit the showers, pretending she wasn't waiting for your reply.

The hot water helped her relax, and Abby left the shower feeling refreshed and pleasantly tired with an ache in her muscles. She changed and checked her phone - still no answer from you. Abby sat her phone aside and started packing her things when she heard music.

Locker rooms were next to the dance studio - that was one of the reasons why the hockey team had to go past the dance studio in order to enter the rink. (It was highly inefficient, but the whole building was built just to torture everyone - even the door to the dance studio was always open because the ventilation was absolute shit.)

Could it mean?...

Abby recognised the song - it was one of your more cute than sexy routines, and it meant you were here.

Abby's heartbeat picked up and she felt nervous - she hadn't seen you for a week and she wasn't emotionally prepared to see you dancing.

But Abby really wanted to see you. So she packed her things, checked if she looked good, grabbed her bag and went to the dance studio.

The thing was: the cultural studies paper was fucking insufferable. It was stressing you out, and when something was stressing you out, you did what did best - you avoided it. So after avoiding your laptop like it was infected, you decided to avoid your apartment altogether and go work on a new routine. That old Billie Eilish song you had a creative block on? Forget it, the choreo just came to you in an hour.

So you took a key to the dance studio, threw your bag on the floor and got to work. You saw the notification from Abby, but you assumed it was a meme so you decided to answer later (preferably already in bed).

You needed to warm up first and the Twit was next in the queue, so you let it play. The choreo wasn't too complicated and you purposely avoided some of the parts, so it should work as a warmup.

♪Twit twit twit twit

I don't like it

Nobody likes it♪

You started moving your shoulders in small cute up-and-downs and then moved on to your steps: the whole choreography was bouncy and wavy and kinda jumpy, but you liked that it was playful and worked so well when the moves were not exhausting or demanding, but even simple? It didn't take long to learn this dance.

The part you liked the most was closer to an end, just before the final sequence, when you could just jump around and twirl and shake your ass all you want without playing a role.

The song ended and the next song started to play and you rushed to turn it off (slumber party, uncensored, you'd die before letting it play through the whole centre). The first line played, but then music stopped and you sighed in relief.

"Do you have a dance for it too?"

You jumped, embarrassed, and turned to Abby who was standing in the door frame, smiling. She was dressed in a hoodie that looked super comfy and black joggers, her hair was tied in a bun, still wet. She clearly saw your panic and now was having fun at your misery.

But you saw her and you didn't care - all you wanted was to get closer, so you stood up and went up to her, smiling bashfully.

"I want to do one, but this song is not suitable for a big audience." You said and you stood as close to Abby as it was appropriate, enjoying the way she was taller than you, making you feel like- like a lady.

"It has a clean version." Abby smiled as she put your hair away from your face. "Hi."

"Hi." You giggled, unable to look away from Abby's face. God she was so fucking pretty. "I didn't know you were here."

"I was at the gym. I sent you a picture."

"Oh shit. I haven't seen it yet."

You ran to grab your phone and opened your dms, just to choke on air: Abby was so hot and so- so- damn there wasn't a word to describe what was happening to you. It felt like your insides rearranged just from looking at this photo.

You looked up at Abby, as she unashamedly enjoyed your reaction.

"Fuck you." You laughed as Abby tilted her head bashfully. "It's unfair."

"Seems fair to me." She grinned playfully.

"Um. Do you want to stay? I just came, and I wanted to work on my new routine, but-" I'll do anything if you stay. "I can dance something for you? Like the hockey guys list, but Abby list."

Abby's brain stopped functioning. To stay here alone with you and watch you dance what she wanted you to dance? Fuck. Fuck.

It meant watching all your arches, spins, shakes directly, not like Abby was used to, watching you from the side or through the mirror. She knew she was setting herself up with the sweetest torture, the biggest tease, but-

"Yeah, sure."

Abby put her bag on the floor and went closer to you, while you were looking for your dancing playlist.

"Obviously, if you wanna see some of Ellie's routines, I can, but it won't be as good as if it was her."

"Why?"

"I don't have the body type. It looks funny."

"No, you look amazing when you dance." Abby said, and you turned to her, your faces too close but not close enough. Abby looked at your lips, thinking if it would be a right thing to do, to kiss you now.

"You like my dancing?"

"Are you serious, (y/n)?" Abby wasn't entirely sure if it was a genuine question or if you were flirting. "You're the only reason I come here after practice."

You blushed adorably and Abby couldn't resist anymore. She cupped your face and kissed you, sweet and gentle, careful not to turn it into something more heated. She just wanted to feel you in her hands, to hold you like something precious, just because she fucking missed you.

You pulled away with a small smile, and something in Abby melted when you held her face with your fingertips, all sweet and light.

“I just thought you came here for Ellie.” You murmured, smiling and not moving away.

“I did the first time, because she deserves to be made fun of for her crush on Dina.” Abby rolled her eyes and you giggled.

“I mean, she did make a whole duet routine with that Dove Cameron song just for her and Dina, so I’m not defending her.”

“She did what?” Abby couldn’t believe what she just heard. What was wrong with Williams? “O my god.” Abby full on facepalmed, feeling second-hand embarrassment. Ellie really embraced "I'm cringe but I'm free" mindset when it came to her crushes.

“Yeah, I think she tried to show Dina she was better than Jesse? To be fair, it did work.”

“What?” Was Abby living under a fucking rock? How did she miss all of this? “What happened?”

“I don’t know what exactly happened, but she broke up with Jesse like, two weeks ago. And he’s not handling it well, that’s why your schedule changed, he doesn’t want to see Dina.”

“WHAT?” Now this shit was getting ridiculous. Jesse didn’t tell anyone! “The fuck? He said his boss asked him to work different shifts!”

“What? No, he lied. He literally told Dina he couldn’t see her with Ellie and he needed a break or something.”

“Motherfucker. It’s not like their relationship was going anywhere, just get over it.”

“Right? They were already breaking up like they had a schedule, it wouldn’t have worked anyway.” You paused as you went through your playlist. “Okay, what do you want me to dance?”

Abby blinked. She had a feeling it was a trick question, and she also couldn’t remember the names to any songs that weren’t super popular.

“Which one is your favourite?”

“It’s hard. Let’s just see what is going to play if I feel like it - or if you like it - I’ll do it.”

“Isn’t it 'Slumber Party' right now?” Abby smirked and watched how you blushed.

“I can find a clean version and just improvise if you want.” You said, now clearly being coy.

"The clean version is lame."

You laughed and started going through your playlist. Abby recognised most of them, and if she liked pain, she'd have stopped you on some of them, but she still thought she could survive this.

You wanted to dance something that Abby would like, so you tried to pick something you didn't make a lot of mistakes in. You were nervous and you didn't really know how to dance for her. Would she like a whole performance or would she like to become one with a mirror like she wasn't there?

"Do you want me to dance at you or at the mirror? Some people are not comfortable when we interact with them during performance."

Abby looked at you, taking a pause, and you got nervous if you asked something weird.

"At me, please." Abby smirked and you blushed again.

"Still no requests?" You stood up with your phone, getting ready to dance. You chose a routine, but still waited for Abby.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Okay, you think and I'll dance. Sit." You pointed on the floor right in front of the mirror, meaning: right in front of you. Abby sat on the floor, legs crossed, and you got ready.

The music started playing and you started moving, smooth and seductive, and Abby had to hold into her hoodie otherwise she'd just grab you. And then you were lying on your back, looking up at her with big innocent eyes that was obviously an act and Abby felt her stomach tighten up in arousal. The music carried on but the routine ended, so you've stopped dancing, breathing heavily.

"Did you like it?" You asked, eager to hear her opinion. Abby unfroze and looked at your happy face.

"Yeah, it was very cool." Abby needed to save herself before she needed to change her pants. "Can you do Say So next?"

That was an extremely tactical decision: that choreo wasn't too sexual and Abby really needed a breather after that. You agreed and while you were looking for it, Abby tried to calm down. She needed to keep it in her pants.

"You know, I actually really like Say So choreo." You showed a sequence where your hands go up your body but stop at a beat a few times as you move. "So easy but looks so good."

The casual show of how well you can control your body and your movements reminded Abby how skilled you were in the area she was a total zero, and she felt her heart swell with affection and pride that she got to touch someone as talented as you were.

You've danced a few more routines, some sexy some not, and you enjoyed how intently Abby watched you, her eyes following your every move, every arch and every hand. You've made a few mistakes in some of them, but it didn't seem that Abby even noticed, her wide eyes on you, unblinking. It was cute and made you feel powerful: it was your body that made her all glossy eyed, and she was only looking. She visibly tried to stay serious, but she forgot about it a few seconds into the next dance.

And then you had a naughty, naughty thought. A year or so ago you made a choreo for Holy by King Princess, and it wasn't super explicit, but it was something that fitted into the situation right now. So you stopped music for a second, trying to remember how it went without spoiling anything for Abby.

"I think you'll like this one. Especially when I remember the whole dance." You winked.

Abby laughed quietly and waited, watching you doing the "I'm remembering choreo just by moving my hands like a T-Rex" thing.

When you've felt confident enough, you turned the music on and started dancing, a little lazy but sharp on specific beats, keeping Abby's attention. The verse was easy, but you were waiting for a different part.

♪Honey, on your knees♪ - You pointed your finger towards the floor, showing Abby her place in this performance and looking just the right side of mean - ♪when you look at me♪ - you pointed back at your face, holding eye contact with Abby, enjoying her big glossy eyes.

♪I'm dressed like a fucking queen♪ - you moved your hands down your body, showing your curves, and slowly went down for a wide squat that flawlessly turned into you standing on your knees just in front of Abby, as you held your hands like a prayer, looking up and arching your back - ♪and you're begging please♪

♪Holy♪

You looked down at Abby, and something snapped. Abby could not not touch you, especially since you were so close, just in an arm reach. So before you could move away, she grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down in her lap, kissing you wet and raw, feeling your body, kneading your flesh like it was her last chance to touch you. God you got her worked up. Abby didn't move her hands down to your butt but she wanted to, fuck she wanted to. So she pulled away, desperate to get your permission.

"Can I?" Abby asked, panting, not moving away from your sweet mouth. She moved her hand just shy of your butt as she watched you blush, absolutely starving for you. "Please."

"Yeah." You whispered and kissed her again, clinging to her soft hoodie, to her shoulders as if she could just disappear under your fingers.

That was all Abby needed. She grabbed your butt, pulling you so close you felt her lower stomach pressing between your legs, practically lifting you up, her hands kneading your butt. You moved closer to Abby, chest to chest, feeling her boobs against yours as you sighed into her mouth, so aroused her one touch could explode you right now, your underwear completely soaked.

Abby pulled away and put her lips on your neck, kissing and licking your skin, not even caring you were all sweaty after dancing. You sighed, surprised, and Abby's ears tuned to your noises, hyper aware of your every breath as she nipped at your neck, every sound resonating with her own body, going straight to her crotch.

"Fuck you drive me crazy." Abby whispered in your neck as she kissed your collarbones. "Just fucking marry me."

You laughed silently, but your laugh was interrupted by your sharp inhale when Abby scraped her teeth over your skin, sending a thrill through your body.

"I'm not getting married at 21, Abby." You took her face in your hands and looked at her, adoring her. "You're so pretty."

"Go on a date with me."

You blushed and Abby groaned inside: how the fuck this is what was getting you shy, not the makeout session you too just had?

"You make me feel like a lady, Abby." You rubbed your nose against hers and she suddenly hugged you, making you yelp.

"Shit you're so fucking cute." You giggled and hugged her back, basically crushing her head with your chest.

Abby sighed, content. She could die a happy woman now.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou #hockey!abby

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Like lightning (x Jouno)

Tags/Synopsis: Jouno is scared of the extremely loud and close thunderstorm, comfort, gender neutral

Warnings: reader is a screw up*. again v personal, fear of thunder, loud noises description, cursing, you have symptoms of depression (lol)

You were something akin to a disgraced knight, and you shouldn’t have been allowed to be on any mission, let alone one with a hunting dog. This one, at least, should’ve been easy. You two simply had to stake out in the middle of nowhere, waiting to intercept a van, your own vehicle being hidden behind a few rocks.

You were technically just the driver, and maybe backup, but Jouno did not say anything to you on those lines, and you decided not to ask as you knew he preferred silence. Whatever, he probably has it under control already. You thought even though you did not know him outside his great reputation. You even kept a large distance, deciding to look out for the car at the other side of the road, where you knew it wouldn’t even be coming from. What you did see in the distance, however, were dark clouds approaching.

With a deep breath, mustering whatever confidence you had left, to walk over to him, trying to tiptoe as to not make any noise.

“What they say about you is true.” He stared directly at you, from at least 20 feet away. “You’re useless and sloppy. Was that an attempt at sneaking up on me? He raised his sword at you, closing a little of the distance.

You had heard those kind of words from everybody recently, so it did not affect you much. It was true, you were a mess, you ruined everything and there was nobody to blame. Neither your expressions, nor your heart faltered. There was nothing that could make you more disheartened. If anything, the only way up from that point in your life was up. “I think it’s about to rain.”

“You don’t say.” Jouno replied, a little disheveled and irritated. You could hear the thunder getting closer, the lightning flashes seemingly intense.

“You should watch out from the car, just to be safe.”

Jouno scoffed at that. “Do you think lightning will be able to do anything to me? I’m more durable than even rubber.”

“You’re still just human.” You murmured, stupidly hoping he did not hear your sleight. You thought your wish was answered as he did not respond to that, only telling you to go inside the car alone.

You did not realise when the clouds had come so close, until a lightning stroke struck downwards, meeting a tree not too far away from where you two stood, the light strong enough to make even Jouno flinch, and the thunder that followed within seconds making him hold on to your hand, cursing under his breath. Almost instinctively, you put your hand on his shoulder as a kind gesture, though you knew when he’d come out of the shock, he’d push you away with a nasty comment.

For some reason, he kept holding you, iron tight, his knuckles white, although it didn’t seem to hurt you.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jouno’s head was down, but you could still see his nervous expression from how tall he was.

Another flash of lightning struck between the overhead clouds, the sound a little lighter than before but enough to make Jouno cling to you a little closer. You too, held him close to you, realising he eventually turned the distance between you to into an intimate hug, his strong arms encapsulating your waist, his head on top of yours, and his hips as close to yours as they could get. You wondered if anyone had ever held anyone else closer than he was holding you.

“How-“ He flinched again when another stroke of lightning decided to strike on the open grass fields beside the road, not minding as your fingers found their way to his hair, taking off his cap and gently stroking his scalp. He breathed out in contentment, squeezing you a little tighter as if to tell you to continue. “How is your heartbeat so calm?”

You weren’t sure why either. You liked nature, and were used to loud sounds from machinery and weapons that littered your life. And it wasn’t like you cared that much about getting into dangerous situations. Whatever was meant to happen would happen, and there was no point resisting it. “Well, it’s much quieter than all the screams of my victims.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

To your surprise, Jouno did let out a soft exhale.

“You really should go inside the car, Jouno.” You reluctantly pulled away to look at him, his sweet face as confused as a dog who did not why he was not receiving pets any longer. He gently tried to tug you into a hug again, but you put your cool hands on his warm face. “Go, I’ll take care of this.”

“No, I want to hear your body. It’s the only thing that- well, I mean-“ His face turned completely red and hot, but he did not pull away from your touch. And maybe for the first time that day, there was irregularity in your heartbeat.

“Tell you what.” Your hands crept down from his face to his hands, which he immediately interlocked with yours. “You can have me for as long as you need after we’re done with this.”

“Oh?” His lips curled into a smirk, but faltered immediately with another nearby stroke of lightning. “Okay.” He obliged, but did not let your hands go. You smiled, a contortion of muscles that felt almost foreign to you, as you reached into your back pocket, his hand that still held yours following, pulling out your phone and earphones.

“You can listen to my playlist to drown out the sounds.”

His hand finally pulled away from yours, as he put your phone in his pocket. “Are you sure you’ll be fine out here alone?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” You retorted. Jouno smiled as he walked back to the car, faithful that the person who could stand their ground against the wrath of the sky would be able to deal with some crooks from nowhere easily.

—x—

*for immersion you can imagine your most recent screw up. lol

#eh ending #bsd #bungou stray dogs #hcs #self insert fics #fluff #headcanons #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #Jouno saigiku #saigiku jōno #jouno x you #comfort fic #self indulgent #fanfiction

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shirohige-pirates · 19 days

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Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

tag list: @mfreedomstuff @harahettania @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 10: Kiss Kiss

Thatch gathered up the six duffel bags, and just had you open doors for him. It was a compromise from wanting to carry at least one of the bags, but he assured you they weren’t that heavy. It felt a little like you were sneaking out of the house, or running away, but he was so easy going about the entire thing it helped you relax.

The sun was still down when you exited the estate. It was cooler and darker than you’d expected, but you weren’t out in the dark for long. Thatch set three of the bags on the roof of what you assumed was his car. It was white with gold racing stripes down the front. It looked like an older model car but it was in near pristine condition.

You lean to get a closer look, trying to find some kind of marking to help you figure out what kind of car it is, but you don’t know much to begin with.

“It’s a 65’ Shelby Fastback. Technically, at least.” He says after noticing you looking over the car. He clicks a remote and pops the trunk before he starts to fit the duffel bags in it. “It was pretty much just a frame when I found it. Fossa, Jozu, Vista, Haruta, and even Marco helped me restore it, we were still in school back then.” He grins, closing the trunk coming around and opening the passenger door for you.

“We replaced so much over three years, and keeping her going since then, she’s pretty much all new now. She’s got electric windows and seats because I couldn’t find manual parts anymore, and don’t have time to machine any myself.” He leans on the door frame slightly and gives you a smile. “Thanks, doll.”

“For?”

“Letting me get the door.” He clarifies, making sure you’re in the seat before he closes the door, and comes over to the other side.

“I… you’re… welcome?” You stammer, not really sure what to say. Thatch laughs, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you.

“It’s just something I like being able to do, is all.” He reassures you, turning the key and bringing the engine to life. It’s rough and a little loud, but not obscene. Thatch sees you wince as he puts the car into gear. “I promise, we’re not going to get in trouble. Pops’ isn’t gonna come running out of the house yelling.”

“I’m beginning to worry that you can read my mind.” You admit, heat in your face at being read so well.

“If I ever do, I promise I’ll tell you.” He replies and you almost bark a laugh at the absurdity, and truth, of the statement. That he says it so sincerely is sweet.

Thatch fills the silence with easy conversation as he drives. He tells you what the apartment is like, how his schedule usually goes. How he won’t be going back to work until Monday, so counting today, the two of you had almost three whole days to get you settled in.

He talked about the music he liked, what the presets for the radio were in the car, and talked about mostly random, but useful stuff.

“You, uh, don’t have your own phone, do you?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I had a phone, but it wasn’t mine. I didn’t bring it with me for the meeting, and I don’t imagine it’s in my stuff either.” You admit.

“Not a problem. We can get you one tomorrow, we’ll just take it easy today.”

“You don’t - I mean -.” You put your hands in your lap and look away. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, uhm, your book said you hadn’t worked before, but you were adept at housekeeping and such, and I make enough for both of us, so I don’t mind.” He says. “I was already planning on sitting down and going over a budget with you. We can set you up an account when you’re ready, and set up… something.”

He makes a face, but he doesn’t look upset. “I don’t want to call it an allowance. I mean, I own a business, there’s no reason we can’t set up a paycheck situation of some kind.”

“I don’t need a paycheck, it’s - I - I mean an allowance is fine.” All you can think about is if you have your own money your parents will figure out a way to take it.

“Don’t panic, doll.” He says evenly. “It’s not something we’ll worry about right away. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. We got clothes for you, and you can make a list of anything you need and we can try and get it when we get you a phone tomorrow. We’ll worry about the other details later, there’s no rush.”

“Okay.” You agree, trying not to let your mind race with concerns just yet.

Silence settles between you. It’s not uncomfortable, but there’s a weight to it. With how everything had happened, how angry Thatch had been at your parents, you knew on some level that he knew. You always assumed people knew, even vaguely, what your parents were like. Your assumption had been that they assumed the same of you.

Thatch and his family hadn’t made those assumptions. His father hadn’t tossed you from his home along with your parents. His sons hadn’t made you the slightest bit uncomfortable. No one treated you like you were false and distrustful.

Despite the fact that you felt false.

You could feel the strings of your parents desires still pulling at your skin. Telling you to not want, to not desire, to not ask, to not be loud, to exist on the barest line of comprehension, putting no one out for your own needs.

To sit, quietly, prompted and moved only when acted upon.

“… Thatch?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I… hold your hand again?” You ask. “I know you’re driving, but-.”

“Sure,” he says, putting his arm on the divider between the seats, palm up. “You can hold my hand whenever you want.”

You put your hand in his, marveling again at how much bigger he is compared to you. You’d been preoccupied with simply being in contact with him in the gardens, but your fingers barely reached the first set of joints after his knuckles.

Thatch presses his lips together, keeping his focus on the road. He’s certain you have no idea how much your light touches are distracting him, but he’d almost rather wreck the car than tell you to stop. You’d had such a strong wall around you when you’d first met, not one of fear, but something that made you hesitant, and he’d been trying not to push. Especially with everything else going on.

Once your hand settled in the palm of his hand, he curled his fingers, barely even touching the back of your hand. He wanted to shout out the window when you asked if you could hold his hand, but he had a feeling loud noises weren’t a good idea.

Thatch pulled into the apartment complex, and to you it looked more like an office building than anything else. The parking was inside a garage area with automatic steel doors. Thatch had handed you a key card before he picked up the duffel bags.

“We’ll need that for the elevator.” He says, closing the trunk and nodding for you to follow. “If you would be so kind.”

There’s a box just below the elevator call buttons and you tap the card against it. After the beep you hit the button, and do the same thing inside the elevator after Thatch tells you which floor to press. It’s not the top floor, but thirteen is a lot.

“Nervous?”

You nod. “It’s… very high.”

His eyes widen a little before a smile crosses his face. “It’s a pretty new building, so you don’t have to worry about much. There’s a tornado shelter that’s open if a storm makes you nervous while I’m at work, and the stairwells are effectively fire proof. There’s lots of ventilation stuff to stop backdrafts and such. It’s almost the safest place to be, I promise.”

You could feel yourself relax a little. It was unnerving to think about being up so high, but his voice was as calming as his words.

“What’s the safest place?” You question, curious about the earlier quantifier.

“Pops’ place.” Thatch answers immediately with a wide smile. “Whether it’s someone, or something, if you don’t feel safe here, go there.” His smile falters a little and he looks apologetic. “Even if it’s me you don’t feel safe around, Pops’ll protect ya’.”

The elevator dings and the doors open before you can say anything and Thatch leads you to his door. There’s only three on the floor, as far as you can tell, so it’ll be easy to go to the correct one. He stops in front of a door with 1310 on the plate.

“If the Lady of Doors would be so kind.” He prompts with a warm smile.

You beep the card and open the door, stepping in and holding it for Thatch. The apartment is easily the size of your parents house, if not a little bigger, just from what you can already see. Hardwood floors, and a clean modern design, there’s not much to it. Enough for Thatch to entertain some guests, but even if he intended to stay here for a long time, he didn’t seem to be here very often.

Couch, TV, dining table, and two hall ways came off the main area, with the kitchen closest to the door. That was the one space that looked well used, and not because it was messy or anything, but there were appliances and bowls and all manner of things organized on the counters. You were certain there was far more tucked into the cupboards.

“I’m down that hall.” He says, lifting three duffel bags toward the hall on the right. “And down this hall,” he indicates the one on the left. “Is the guest room. It’s all yours now.” He explains heading down the hallway. “There’s a bolt on the inside, and the bathroom across from it is all yours too. Oh!”

Thatch sets the bags down inside the guest room. It’s clean and minimal like the living room, but everything looks new, or near enough to new not to matter. There’s a closet and two dressers, a small vanity and a desk with space enough for a computer.

“Uh… Izou kind of…” Thatch clears his throat, and he’s having a hard time looking at you. “Went on a rampage about the stuff in your bathroom at your house. He refused to pack half of what was in there, and went out and bought stuff for you while you were sleeping.” He points to one of the bags. “It’s packed in there with instructions from Izou. He says it’ll take a fraction of the time and be even more effective, but if you want everything replaced with what you had, we can do that.”

“I, er… I… hm.” You pause, too many things going through your mind all at once. Thatch waits patiently, somehow managing to not even make you feel pressured to respond. Part of you was nervous to not have your usual routine, but a nearly equal part was relieved. Between your conversation with him, and even more so, seeing his garden, you felt that Izou would know. Whether he was an expert or not, he very likely new far more than your parents in that regard.

“I’ll give it a try first.”

“Alright, and while Izou won’t say it, I will. Sorry for doing that to your things without asking first.” He steps back, giving you a little more space.

“No, it’s okay.” You reassure him. “I was only doing what I was told to anyway.” You murmur looking toward the bags again and trying to decide where to start.

“I… see.” Thatch clears his throat and when you look back at him he’s smiling. “Well, I can let you get started with unpacking. I’m going to prep for lunch, but if you need help with something or just want to take a break, don’t hesitate.”

You tilt your head. “Prep for lunch? It’s barely 5 a.m.”

His face dusts with pink and he looks away. “Yeah, I, uh… it gives me something to do.” He admits, clearing his throat.

“You could-.” You stop mid-sentence. He could stay and help you unpack, but a very vivid image of him holding onto a pair of your underwear while helping short circuits you. You’re going to be married, but right now you’ve known each other for barely three days. “Tu-turn on some music, if you want. It’ll make things, um, it would be nice.”

Thatch smiles. “Sure thing.”

He starts to walk away when you step in front of him. You can’t get any more embarrassed at this point, so you decide to just go for it.

“Earlier you… kissed the top of my head.” You’re looking anywhere but at him, even though you’re still facing him. Thatch starts to stammer an apology, but goes quiet when you point to your cheek. “Please, if you want.”

There’s a moment of absolute stillness between the two of you before he reaches out and wraps his hand around yours, moving it away from your cheek and keeping it carefully in his. His other hand tilts your cheek up toward him as he leans down. The touches are soft and warm, and slow and careful, less like he’s savoring the moment, and more like he’s giving you time to change your mind.

The gentle kiss against your cheek is far too fleeting, but you can feel the warmth of it lingering even as he straightens back up.

“Thank you.” You say the words quietly. You want to kiss him properly, and you aren’t sure what to do with that. You had an exceptional compatibility score, but it was all fabricated, wasn’t it? Your parents had inside help, and you’d done everything as they told you.

There was nothing about you that actually matched with him.

Thatch lifts your hand up a little, drawing your attention toward him, those green eyes holding onto your gaze so effortlessly. “My pleasure.” His words are as soft as the kiss on your cheek, soft as the warmth he presses into the top of your hand.

He runs his thumb over where he’d kissed your hand, and then clears his throat and excuses himself. He needs to prep for lunch and dinner, probably. Maybe. You have a lot to get to as well.

The room feels empty when he leaves, but a moment later you can hear music floating down the hall and into the room, and it’s a little less empty feeling. A smile slips across your lips, and you feel safe. Relaxed. You aren’t even really sure what to do with these feelings, except cherish them.

In ten minutes there were more memories in this small room than in the whole of that house. So you let yourself daydream, listening to Thatch hum along with the music as you put the clothes from the duffel bags into the places you wanted them. You were certain he was dancing, but you didn’t want to break your own groove just to see it again.

Moving aside a piece of clothing you felt something hit the bottom of the duffel bag with more weight than you’d expected. Looking into the bag you felt your stomach knot. A phone you hadn’t seen before with a note rubber-banded to it was at the bottom of the bag. There was nothing written on the outside, but you already knew who it was from.

#x reader #reader insert #thatch one piece #modern au #Hey Doll #mdni

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alwida10 · 10 months

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Hey! I just saw that you reblogged a post of mine on Loki's powers a while ago. And while I completely agree with your tags (Loki's powers in the tv series among other things), you also write that the show was originally written for a different character and only the names were changed and the magic added later on. I've never read that anywhere, could you explain? It would make so much sense given how different Loki is in the show and how his previous experience is largely disregarded.

Hi there!!

It took me a while to answer this because of real-life stuff, but now I’m there!

By saying the show was written for another character I referred to this analysis on Twitter which again links back to another analysis on Tumblr. (The original link in Twitter is broken, but I found the post manually). I read this analyses a while back, and admire people who were able and willing to read Waldron’s original script. For me, it reads like an insincere column on what a deeply conservative person assumes would be what a left-leaning, progressive audience would like to hear without understanding anything about the points he tries to mirror. I can't add much to the original posts.

However, Waldron’s comments about Loki, including the “he’s an ass and that makes him easy to write” as well as his jokes on never having watched Thor 1 before writing the series can certainly give you the idea he never knew much about our beloved blorbo before writing him. The fact that he thought making Loki say “he doesn’t enjoy killing people but does it anyway for his personal gain” (rephrased) would make TVA Loki in any way redeemable is telling imo.**

Now, technically this is all I can say to your ask, BUT I realize I never truly elaborated on the stuff I mentioned in said tags, so here is an explanation for everyone who would like more about it.

I read those a while back and took my basic analyzing skills to the test by taking a look at Loki and how writing for a character works in general. This has two aspects (I can think of from the top of my head).

If a work is written for one special character it should be impossible to achieve the same plot if he was replaced by another character without the special abilities.

One thing I read a while back (and sadly forgot where) is that both sex and fight scenes are both character exposition scenes. This is true for magic as well, just it gets rarely used since in all of literature there aren’t that many characters who possess magic.

In the Thor movies, Loki’s magic is masterfully used, showing that the works were actually written with Loki in mind. Both Thor 1 and the dark world would simply not work if you put -let’s say Fandral- in Loki’s position. Loki’s skill to find the pathways between worlds is essential. And his ability to make himself invisible is essential for Thor 1. I could go on, but you get the idea, and I don’t want to get this too long to read.

Regarding the character exposition, Loki’s magic in the first movies was a mirror for his characterization (as it should be). He could make himself invisible, for he has been invisible to his family. He could cast illusions since he learned that people preferred an illusion to his real self. He could make others manipulate into saying what he wanted them to say because that was how Loki survived on Asgard (post-credits scene of Thor 1).

In TDW, we see Loki’s anger and frustration manifest in a telekinetic blast that ruins everything around him, and if that isn’t a masterful analogy for his arc I don’t know what would be.

Now coming to the series. All magic Loki uses is cosmetically or for show. He dries himself, he makes sweet little fireworks. How is that connected to his characterization? The show tells us he is insecure and loves only himself. If you squint real hard you might argue the drying is a sign of him being used to comfort. But I thought he was pampered and spoiled? Wouldn’t that mean he had other people to dry him?

And then there is the hiding/teleportation* scene on Lamentis. What does it say about his character? If it IS teleportation what does it say about him? That he can go distances without walking, perhaps, which would fit his line “I never walked so much in my life”, but doesn’t fit that scene from Thor 1 where we see how long he had to walk. And if he can teleport why doesn’t he spare them the walk? And if it doesn’t work for long distances, why does he run for cover right when they realize they are on Lamentis and doesn’t teleport? Why doesn’t he teleport onboard the spaceship? IF they wanted to use the fight as a character exposition, they should have made him use illusions. That’s his trademark.

Next is the “lifting a building” stuff. What does that say? I guess if you limit the interpretation to the series, it could be considered foreshadowing for the “we are stronger than we think”. And like so many stuff of the show it lacks any connection to the former canon. Loki isn��t known for brute strength, either of the body or of the magic. That’s Thor. Loki is known for being the intelligent one. Interestingly, the scene spells rather “we are dumber than we think”, too, since making two steps to the side would have achieved the same effect without any flexing of inexplainable telekinesis muscles.

The same goes for the fireworks in the train (characterizing Loki as sentimental, ok fine, and later as a dumb drunk who can’t control what illusion he casts, 😒). The plot would work without that magic. Just like it works without the drying, the building lifting, and all the other magic Loki used.

So, yeah, magic is Loki’s specialty that sets him apart from many other characters. Someone who writes a story with him in mind will use that automatically. They didn’t. Because it wasn’t him the show was written for. But the worst guy of all time.

Since I only talked about the magic here, I would like to recommend this marvelous analysis on Loki’s speech pattern and body language in the shown in comparison to the former installments.

* The only thing the “I don’t enjoy it” achieves is taking possible sadism out of the equation. TVA Loki is still irredeemable because he decided his sense of superiority would be worth more than the lives of the people in New York. This is egoism and a total dismissal of other people’s lives, something that cannot be “unlearned” by learning to love himself. That only removes the former motivation for the slaughter. Should something else motivate him to kill people, he would act just the same.

On the other hand, OG Loki has been coerced, not only by torture as we see it in The Avengers but also under the influence of the mind stone. Whenever we see him having the choice he acts morally better by sparing lives where he can.

**I don’t consider it teleportation since there is a time delay between Loki vanishing and re-appearing, and imo teleportation is instantaneous. Also, he vanishes feet first but reappears head first which doesn’t sit right with teleportation, and rather with making himself invisible and lifting invisibility again, but that’s for another post.

#mcu loki #loki meta #anti loki series #loki series negativity #loki series criticism #asks

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stevebabey · 1 year

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𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ! - this celebration is closed!

hello my beloveds, i recently hit a bonkers milestone so ofc, i would love to celebrate with u all !! whether you’re new here or a long time follower, i’m so v glad to have u here in my corner of the internet :’) mucho thank u’s and too many mwah’s to count, just know i’m giving u all a big sloppy kiss <3

now, without further ado, i humbly invite you along for 6 days (from the 16th - 22nd of jan) of ruby’s very own tour of hawkins, indiana :)

you’re new in town, you say? hmm, you might like to head to STARCOURT MALL; it’s best and brightest in the town! seriously, it’s filled w some very fancy stuff, there’s something for everyone, believe me

alongside a🍦emoji, send in your favourite fics, favourite authors, really anyone you want to shout out and think deserves sum appreciation ! this is just to spread some love :’) and hey, if u send ur own fic on anon, i ain’t gone be none the wiser hehe

or maybeee, you’re more of a hopeless romantic like me and would prefer a trip to LOVER’S LAKE: whether for first time dates or late night make-outs — looking at you, harrington 👀 — all good romance blooms lakeside

alongside a ❤️‍🔥 emoji, send in some blurb requests! [one] [two] [three] [four] [five] <- these are some prompt lists but they’re not required :) remember to tell me what list u got ur prompt from!

okay, neither of those pique your interest? well, FAMILY VIDEO is great for curing boredom! and the staff are easy on the eyes as well, which totally helps

alongside a 📽 emoji, send in thoughts and concepts hehehe - any genre, any length. you can even go behind the beaded curtain to the 18+ stuff if u want (sfw or nsfw allowed)

oh, there’s also the RADIO SHACK, though it’s a bit run down. probably only go in there if you’re a mutual i reckon, just to be safe

mutuals, send in a 🎧 and i’ll assign u a song from my music + some lovely words from me

oh dude, i forgot to say! i got us invited to a legendary STEVE HARRINGTON PARTY🕺🏻we’re gonna play all the classic party games it’s gonna be totally tubular

you guys know these ones :D fmk, this or that, cast your mutuals, any ask game ur pretty lil head can come up with + if you’d like, tell me what 80s song you love the most and wish would play at parties (i’m always lookin for more hehe)

i sincerely hope you enjoy your stay in hawkins! MWAH, ruby x

(some do’s and don’t’s for requests are below the read more if you’re on the fence about an idea !)

i’m pretty vanilla in all senses: no non-con/dubcon, no pregnancy, no hard kinks, no x reader for anyone besides steve, no steddie x reader, that’s about it :)

as this is a follower celebration, it is intended to be for followers of the blog <3 i ask that if you’d like me to put the time & effort into writing something for u, mayhaps u shud follow if you don’t already :D idk i’m not a cop and technically nothin bad will happen if u don’t but u shouldn’t :) ok

if i don’t respond to your ask, i’m probably working away at it but also hey, it just might not scratch my brain. i’ll do my best to get them all written but absolutely no promises.

tagging sum mutuals <3

@hawkinsindiana @spideystevie @harringtonbf @familyvideostevie @sanguineterrain @katsu28 @stvharrngton @sunshinesteviee @plainemmanem @teenbiology @stevestummy @augustslippedavvay @husbandharrington @joellkeeny @keeryshouse @sparklingsin

#DIS STARTS TONITE BTW!!!#i haven't done one of these since i hit 1.2k in fuckin 2017 or smth #dear god i know i have forgotten something #but im doing my best #and hoping this will suffice #follower celebration 2023 #that's gonna be the tag for this me thinks #MMMM I AM NERVOUS #this will be the next challenge for me #ruby.txt

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Devil Boy (Matt Murdock X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Matt Murdock X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Daredevil

Warnings: Violence, fighting, Reader is kind of flirty

NOTE: I know requester specified Male but upon checking to make sure I got pronouns right I realised I never actually use any so technically it’s gender neutral? I’m not gonna tag this fem reader tho

Request:Would you write Matt Murdoch x Male!Reader where they keep trying to distract eachother in easy fights?

Matt had managed to catch a short break atop a roof, leaning with his arms on the barrier, listening for the next sign of trouble in the area, over the general sound of people leaving bars and clubs, normal arguments that didn’t need intervention, and police sirens to issues already being dealt with. His senses had been so tuned that he easily heard the person who had jumped onto the same roof as him, walking over, picking up a bit of rubble as they moved, and he easily was able to reach back and catch it before it hit him in the back, and then he heard your laugh.

“Damn, maybe next time.” You joked, coming closer to him as he turned to acknowledge you. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, thought we could catch up.” You suggested.

“What about your side of town?” Matt questioned.

“Massive raid right in the centre of it- the place is swarming with cops so there’s silence on that side for tonight, which means more trouble in your territory.” You pointed out to him. The use of territories wasn’t really something that had been made on purpose- it just worked out that you tended to occupy and care for one section of Hell’s Kitchen and he looked after another section, with the other few vigilantes in their own little pockets, sometimes crossing over or passing through. For some of them, having someone else in ‘their’ turf was enough for a fight to break out, but for you and Matt, it was the opposite.

“In that case, thanks for the back up.” Matt thanked, turning back to look over the side, before he heard something in the distance. “Just in time it seems.”

“Lead the way.” You instructed, and you two quickly evacuated the roof, you not far behind Daredevil, and just five minutes later you two were in the midst of a fight with a small group who you’d caught in the midsts of trying to rob a store.

Matt was shoved against the counter of the shop, hearing the yelp of the poor teenage clerk behind it who was hiding in fear. Matt reacted quickly, kicking the man to create space, pushing him into an isle and into one of his friends. Meanwhile you were in the back of the tiny store, using a spinning display rack as a weapon. “Please try to not make a mess.” Matt called to you as he strode over to the man he’d shoved, ducking as the man swung before landing his own hits.

“Bit late- watch out for the magazines on the floor!” You called back, jabbing at one of the men in front of you, catching is jacket on one of the hooks pulling him closer to you before kicking him so hard it knocked him on the ground. Matt landed a final blow to his target, before he walked ahead to put his focus on the man you’d knocked down. “You got the money to pay for all this?”

“Not on me, no.” Matt answered. “Guess you’ll have to do some Community Service.” He suggested as he took a swing at the man in front of him.

“Me? We’re a team now, Devil boy, and this is your turf so it’s your duty.” You responded as you used the display rack to block a hit before it broke, and you tossed it to the side, now using your hands in the fight. “I think this should be my community service.”

Eventually you got the situation under control, the clerk called the cops, you tied the robbers up with some tape the clerk had behind the desk, and gave her what money you had on you as an apology for the distress and the mess, before you took off before the cops arrived, getting a good distance between you and the shop, stopping on the fire escape of a nightclub to catch your breath. “You alright?” Matt asked, leaning back on the steps he was sat on, looking behind him in your direction as you leant on the railings behind him.

“Yeah I’m good.” You answered, moving sluggishly to the few steps above him, and sitting down there, reaching out and tracing your fingers over the details of his mask. “How about you? It’s hard to see if you’re bleeding with that red suit of yours.”

“M’fine.” He answered, remaining still for you, being able to vaguely feel your touch underneath the mask, letting a silence fall over you both.

“Do you think it would have been cheaper for the store owner to get robbed rather than have us show up?” You asked, the question catching Matt off guard and laugh heartily.

“Well if you’re having a morals dilemma, know that when we protect a place like that, they don’t experience crime for a few weeks afterwards at least, and their business booms in that time because it’s deemed safe by the public, so the money gained will outweigh the damage.” Matt assured.

“What if someone uses this as a scam- pay criminals to rob his shop in monthly intervals so more people come in the cool down period?” You asked. Matt grinned at your questions. You always asked these questions, if anything to try and catch people off guard and make them stutter and think, purely to mess with them. He remembered when you pulled it on Castle and for 45 minutes Castle thought you were serious and had a genuine debate about your questions before Jones showed up and interrupted, making him realise you were just messing with him, and now whenever you tried to ask your questions, he’d simply tell you to shut up.

“I’ll keep an eye out for any shops doing that so we can take them down together.” He told you.

“Aw, thanks for including me. I’ll consider it a date.” You teased, your fingers tracing from his mask down to his face, twirling around his cheek bone, across his jaw, your finger tracing up his chin, tickling his lips before you booped him on the nose, which only made Matt smile more. “In the meantime, if you need any help, call me, and if I need back up, I’ll call you.”

“You going already?” Matt asked, not moving as you stood up, brushing yourself off.

“I’m afraid so, Matty. I’m pretty sure the police are gonna leave my section soon and crime is gonna go back up, so I wanna be there to make sure it’s alright.”

“I can come with you? Backup?” Matt offered, but the pat on his head told him it was a no.

“You’re adorable. I’ll see you around, Devil boy.” You told him, before jumping off the side of the fire escape, and running out of the alley. Matt remained sat on the steps with a content smile until he eventually heard someone calling for help.

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 27

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @eroticaplush, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing

the next morning, I woke up laying on dans chest. He had his arms wrapped tightly around me, face pressed against the top of my head. I breathed out slowly and started to come to terms with the fact that the night before had not been a dream.

“trying to convince yourself that this is reality?” Dan asked softly. I smiled to myself, pressing a kiss to his heart.

“Maybe.” I responded. Dan chuckled and kissed my head. “It just doesn’t seem real. Like I know it is. I can feel the ring on my finger. See it. I’m laying on you again.” Dan laughed and I smiled as I buried my head in his neck. “We had sex last night. I know it’s real. But my brain just can’t fully comprehend this.”

“I know.” Dan whispered. “I didn’t think…” he broke off with a sigh. “I’m sorry I jumped to it. I’m sorry I left. I wanted so much better for you and i just…I ruined it.” I sat up and looked down at Dan.

“you didn’t ruin it. Never say that.” I shook my head. “It’s perfectly us and you know it.” Dan stared back at me. “You thinking of my best interests. Giving me the choice of choosing you or the life I had in New York. Leaving me the ring.” Dan chuckled and grabbed my hand, rubbing the band of the engagement ring. “Getting me out of jail and then technically breaking your friend out just so we could legally get married. Getting married the minute we’re reunited! Dan, that’s us. We’ve never been any good at confrontation of our problems or waiting for something. And we always think of each other before we jump into something. You didn’t ruin anything. If anything, you made it better.” Dan blushed before bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing my knuckles.

“thank you.” He whispered, breath fanning over my hand. I smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him. Pulling away, Dan cupped my cheek. “I do believe I promised you a ring.” I moved to let him get up and watched as he started to get dressed. Dan was just putting on his belt when he turned to me. “What?”

“nothing. Just watching my husband getting ready.” Dan blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Feels nice to call you that.” Dan smiled and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“I bet.” He muttered. I laughed and walked over to where Dan was standing.

“you alright?” I asked softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. Dan hesitated but put his hands on my waist.

“yeah. Just…been a while. Different emotions and all that.” Dan told me, waving his hand. I nodded.

“I shouldn’t have said it…” Dan kissed me.

“you should. And I want you to.” He assured me. “I might stop for a moment but I do want you to call me your husband. I want to be your husband. I just need to get used to it again.” I nodded slowly. “I’m serious (Y/N). I am your husband. And I love hearing you say that. Just give me time to get used to it again.”

“alright.” I leaned up to kiss him before breaking away to get dressed. Dan went to get us something to eat and I checked my phone. I sat on the bed and opened my messaging app, hovering over my parents number.

“everything ok?” Dan asked, making me start and turn to look at him. I nodded.

“yeah. I’m just trying to decide how to tell my parents we essentially eloped.” I said. Dan nodded and sat down next to me. “It’s not that I’m scared to tell them I just…” Dan kissed my head and pulled me to him.

“you’re nervous.” He finished. Dan rubbed my arm and leaned his cheek against my head. “Call them. We’ll do this together. I’ll explain my side of it and all you have to do is explain why you said yes.”

“that’s easy.” I laughed as I leaned into him. “Because I love you.” Dan smiled as he gently took the phone from me.

“and I love you.” He whispered back as he called my parents and put it on speaker. “It’ll be alright.” I nodded as my parents picked up.

“hello?”

“Hi mom!” I chirped as Dan squeezed my shoulder. “Dad there too?” I chewed on my bottom lip as I buried my head in dans shoulder.

“hold on.” My mom said and we heard shuffling around while she went to go find him. “He’s here.”

“hi!” I said. “Uh so Dan and I…he…uh…”

“what (Y/N) is trying to say is…” Dan took a deep breath. “We got married.” There was a long silence on the other end. “I can fully explain. I may have screwed things up by taking a job in New Orleans and I couldn’t ask (Y/N) to give up their life in New York for me so I just left. And I had already planned on proposing but it didn’t feel right or fair to them to do it before I left so I left them the ring.” Dan started to ramble. “And (Y/N) saw it and came to find me. When they did well…”

“he asked me properly and I said yes.” I jumped in. “We just…”

“It just…” Dan tried. We looked are each other and smiled.

“It just seemed right.” We both said. The silence continued on the other end and I checked to make sure the call was still active.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Dan furrowed his eyebrows as he watched me. I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes.

“don’t be sorry for marrying the man you love.” My mom finally spoke up. “It’s just a lot to process at once.”

“you’re in New Orleans?” My dad asked. I laughed.

“yeah. Flew out yesterday with Abbie. Got arrested and ended up in dans court.” I explained. Dan chuckled.

“arrested?” My mom exclaimed. “For what?”

“that’s the part you’re surprised by?” Dan laughed. “They got out of a cab with the intent to walk to the courthouse. There was so much traffic that they got impatient. The driver wanted them to pay even though Abbie was going to complete the ride and pay. So (Y/N) got arrested. I dismissed the charges.” My dad laughed and I could hear my mom mumbling something in the background.

“of course you did.” My mom sighed. “There’s never a dull moment with you two.” I smiled at Dan.

“no there isn’t.” I agreed. “So you’re not mad we basically eloped?”

“mad? No! Of course not!” My mom said. “We just hoped we’d get to be there to see it.”

“There are worse ways to get married. And worse reasons.” My dad agreed. “At least you got married because you love each other.”

“that is very true.” Dan said, kissing my forehead.

“and Dan, there are very few people in the world who would get on a plane and fly from New York to New Orleans out just to be with the one they love.” My dad said. Dan blushed slightly.

“That I know.” Dan said. “Makes me incredibly happy to have married one of the people that would.”

“I’m sure there’s a lot to discuss after all that.” My mom said. “Well let you two go. Love you (Y/N). And Dan,” my mom paused. Dan made a noise and tensed up slightly. “Welcome to the family.” He breathed a sigh of relief and I smiled at him.

“bye!” We both said as we hung up.

“that wasn’t so bad.” Dan whispered. I nodded and closed my eyes as I leaned into his chest.

“no. But it still wasn’t fun.” I admitted. Dan kissed my head.

“now let’s go. Time to get rings.” Dan said. “If it’s alright with you, I’m going to take this off…” he reached for his old ring and I nodded as he replaced it around his neck. “I’m going to get a box for this.” He said. “It’s not fair to you that I keep wearing this and…” I kissed him.

“if you want to, keep it.” I said. “I’m not offended by it. I understand what it means to you. What she means to you. Dan, I could care less. My only request is you let me pick you out a ring.” Dan smiled softly at me and pulled me in for a kiss.

“God damn do I love you.” Dan breathed out as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

“I love you too.” I giggled as he kissed me again. “Dan. The rings.” Dan leaned his head against mine and closed his eyes.

“I know. I know.” He whispered. “I’m just enjoying this moment.” I brushed his hair off his face and brushed away a few stray tears. “I’m sorry.” Cupping his cheeks, I leaned up and kissed his nose.

“nothing to be sorry for.” I said softly. “It’s a lot.” Dan nodded. After a moment, he stood up and offered me his hand. Dan tucked my hand into his elbow and led me down into the street.

“stay close.” He whispered as he set off down the street. I gazed in awe at everything around me, so different from what I had seen last night. Dan gently tugged me along, occasionally smiling and shaking his head at me. With a small laugh Dan pulled me into a jewelry shop. “And that’s why I told you to stay close.” He teased as the door closed behind me.

“yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” I joked as I waved him off. Dan leaned down to kiss my cheek before leading me to the counter. “Remember I want simple. Plain. Nothing terribly fancy.” Dan nodded. He bent over the glass case and frowned. I bent down next to him and looked at the rings on display.

“I got my class ring here.” Dan whispered. “Looked exactly like that.” He pointed to a medium sized ring with a large purple stone. I smiled at him. “I wanted to have your engagement ring made here and shipped. But I saw the one you have…” Dan shrugged. “I had to get that one. It was perfect for you.” I squeezed his arm and looked at the case again.

“what do you think of this one?” I pointed to the plain band next to the class ring. “The little design on the side…isn’t that important to New Orleans?” Dan smiled at me.

“The fleur de lis?” He asked. “France but it would be a nice reminder of how we got married. I like it.” I smiled at Dan and went to grab the jeweler. Dan watched me as he got sized and the jeweler went off to get the size that was needed. I followed him and pulled him aside for a second.

“How much extra would it be to add an engraving?” I asked. The jeweler looked at me.

“depending on the engraving, about $50 a word.” He said. I nodded.

“can you put a shape? Like a heart?” The jeweler nodded. “Can you do a heart and his name?” The jeweler nodded again.

“what’s the name?” He asked.

“reinhold.” I said. The jeweler nodded and headed off to take care of the ring. I headed back over by Dan and smiled. “Find anything yet?” Dan nodded.

“but you’ll say no. Too fancy.” He gently bumped my shoulder with a smile. “How much extra is it going to cost?” I blushed, realizing he knew me too well.

“$100.” I admitted. Dan nodded.

“ok.” I smiled softly at him before turning back to the case. “Like I said you probably won’t like it but that the one.” Dan pointed to a ring with three small stones in it. I looked at it for a second before turning back to him. “What do you think?”

“is that the one you see me wearing?” I asked. Dan paused, eyes still trained on the ring. He finally turned towards me.

“yeah. I do. It’s the same feeling I had when I saw the engagement ring.” He admitted. I nodded.

“then get it.” Dan smiled at me and kissed me.

“alright.” He said. “How much for engravings?”

“$50 a word. Or shape.” I said. Dan nodded. He went off with the jeweler to get my ring done. Walking back over to me with the receipt, Dan smiled at me.

“a few more minutes.” He said before wrapping his arm around me. “We’re officially official now.” I nodded with a small laugh.

“yeah. We are.” I agreed. The jeweler came out and handed us our rings. I waited for Dan to look at his, holding onto my ring tightly so I didn’t drop it. Dan laughed and shook his head. “What?”

“look at yours.” He said, eyes shining. I looked at the engraving on my ring and started laughing.

“a heart and my name.” I smiled up at him. “Of course.” Dan held his hand out for my ring and I traded him. Taking a deep breath, we put the rings on each other.

“perfect.” He whispered before kissing me.

“absolutely perfect.” I agreed.

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