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corollaservant · 29 days

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Sweet Delight // Gojo x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: You are too nice to be serving rude customers for minimum wage. Rest assured that Satoru will take care of it.

Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, noncon/very dubious consent, somno, stalking, knives, deception, mind games, murder mentions, violence (not to reader).. that's all.

A/N: Yan!Gojo is Joe Goldberg to me, idk. Beta read by my guy bsf who said the ending sucked (inspired by quote used in this book)

It started on a Friday afternoon.

He was a regular, came to the store every day to get his coffee. No sugar. Iced. The order was unlike him, he seemed sweet, or at least friendly and inviting, he had the type of eyes your friends gushed over when talking about their favorite movie stars, too blue, too inquiring.

At first he smiled and handed you a bill, told you to keep the change and asked you if he could sit outside for a bit. Of course, why wouldn’t he? The store offered it and he knew it, he was just being polite. He would read from a book, whose cover you couldn’t see, seemed too absorbed and you often wondered how he could concentrate with the café’s obnoxiously loud music (owner’s order to attract customers). He’d more than often catch bystanders attention, be it his white hair, his tall physique or his peculiar blindfold, which he wore sometimes instead of sunglasses, the man was attracting people like a magnet. This one time a couple of girls sat down next to him and talked purposefully loud. He lifted his chair and brought it closer to the register, closer to you. Yet, he still didn’t speak.

The first time he spoke to you besides a thanks and can I sit outside for a bit was when a customer harassed you verbally. You got the order wrong and while you offered a second free drink, he started calling you worthless. Your eyes watered and voice broke as he stepped in

“Please do not offend the barista, it was a simple mistake.” He spoke calmly while being twice the size of the customer.

“This is none of your business, sir..” The customer scoffed as he tried standing upright to make himself taller.

“I said.” Satoru sighed “Please get the fuck out the store or it will be..sir.” While there wasn't any physical threat, the tone was convincing enough to have the customer backtrack, hiss and leave the store empty handed.

“I'm sorry for that.” You told him as he looked at you.

“Don't be, this wasn't your fault.”

“I'm Satoru by the way, remember me?”

Of course you did, he was the most loyal customer.

—

It happened on a Friday afternoon.

Your shift started at 1 PM and ended at 9 PM sharp. Satoru had a meticulous routine: 1-3 was for observing. He wouldn't call it stalking, no, that word was degenerate and he wasn't like that. He was just observing you, your hands, as they moved, expressions as you skimmed milk and some of it spilled on the counter, your interactions with customers. He couldn't risk another incident like before. 3-6 was when he usually made an appearance. Black coffee. No sugar, iced and the table just across the bar; close but not too close. He was disappointed today, you hadn't looked at him once—well, in your defense the café was crowded, yet you still looked gorgeous, even with your sleep deprived eyes and disheveled hair, so soft and pure. He loved that. What would it take for him to get your attention? He found himself balancing between proclaiming his feelings and showing you them but decided on the latter. He would—today.

6-9 he had to wait in his car this time, it was raining but he couldn't leave you out of his sight, what if something happened to you? Your stupid manager had you close the store at 9 PM all alone in the dark, what a cheapskate cunt, not hiring a second person on the shift. Should he kill him? No, that’d be too soon. He would make an appearance before nine anyway.

8:40 was when he got out of the car, sloppily wearing a balaclava he’d gotten from Suguru (his seventh grade ninja Halloween costume) and his usual black work uniform. A knife was in his hands as he noticed you from across the road washing some cups. Perfect, you weren't looking but also careless of you, exactly as expected. He barged in the store and tried his hardest to make his voice drop an octave deeper, shit, would you recognize him?

“Give me your money or I'll stab you.” He was laughing internally but had to put on a fake growl, your expression was priceless.

“P—please don't kill me!” was the first thing you said (brokenly mewled) as your poor hands started shaking.

“I said now.” He said as he stabbed the blade in the air. Damn, that was too easy, you were too gullible.

“P–please I will, I–I am all alone.. one moment–'' Poor you, you had already started crying, tears were falling down your face but you didn't seem to notice. Should he stop this now? Probably.

“How incompetent are you? Are you this slow with customers too?” He decided to tease you a little longer, thriving off of your reactions.

Your eyes shot up for a brief second, was it the customer with Satoru a few days ago? He had said something along these lines, but this couldn't be. He was way shorter and had stopped coming ever since Satoru put him in his place. You were thankful for that.

Your hands opened the register as the paper bills you held threatened to soak, you still had one glove on... you looked a bit silly.

“Hey, hey..” Satoru’s voice quickly returned as the mask was removed “It's just me, see?” He whispered, trying to soothe the tone as your eyes widened.

“S–Satoru, what!?” Your voice trembled as the money fell from your hands and you took a step back.

“I wanted to pull a prank on you, I'm sorry if I scared you.” He smiled apologetically but you still couldn't utter a word.

“W-why would you do that? That's sick!” You cried out as he came behind the bar and tried to pull you in an embrace, knife now tucked in his jacket. To get close to you, to teach you a lesson, to make you need me would be his answer. You punched him on the chest, muffled cries fell from your lips. Well... you couldn't land a blow, that was for sure, but you looked cute with your clenched fists taking out your anger on him.

“F–fuck you!” His firm hands stopped your weak, aimless punches and you sobbed on his chest. You smelled divine, even at the end of your shift.

Was this love?

“Hey.. come on now, I said I'm sorry, okay?” He said as he pulled away.

“Came to say I'll stay with you till 9, it's not safe out there.” He promised as you wordlessly returned to the sink. He'd make you love him.

Around 9:10 you closed the store. His prank had slowed you down, exactly as expected, he figured it wasn't often you lost control and he was proud it affected you. It made you susceptible to control. You silently sat with Satoru outside while he insisted on driving you home.

“I don't need a ride. I'm fine.” It wasn't funny to tamper with your feelings like that, he didn't seem like the type and he'd taken you by surprise; actions like these didn't align with the image he painted for himself. He was always so kind, so protective, so—

“Give me the fucking store keys!” was heard before you turned your attention to the voice ahead of you. A man shouted, not too loud to alert anyone but enough to make a point. The street was empty and he was holding what seemed like a paper bag as you turned to Satoru.

This surely had to be another one of his pranks? You were about to laugh when you looked at him. He seemed taken aback, frozen in his spot and his eyes squinted as your heartbeat accelerated.

“What is it with this neighborhood and robberies?” Satoru talks after a while, his tone is confident as he looks at you and the guy growls. Why is he so calm?What is going on?—

“Shut the fuck up and give me the keys or I'll fucking blow your heads off!” The man says moving his hand to your direction, was this guy bluffing? Did he even have anything under the bag? Was your life about to end? It wasn't like people didn't talk about the criminals in the neighborhood—you’d never work there if it wasn't for necessity.

“And if we don't?” Satoru stops you from reaching for the keys as he fights hard to wipe off the grin on his face. Well, that was unexpected, but he isn't scared, he never is, as you interrupt.

“Satoru! P–please! Let me give him the keys!” You cry out, the day straight out of a nightmare the longer it drags on and you honestly can't put up another fight. You'd rather have whoever this was steal an insignificant amount of money from the register than end your life. Sure, there wasn't much to live for, but it was always different when under real threat.

“You’d give him the keys, really?” He scoffs annoyed. He couldn’t believe what a victim you were, couldn't you see he was right there for you? Despite his abilities you still failed to see him. Silly you.

“What c-can we do? He..he– and we–” Was this really the time? Why is he even negotiating this?

“Bitch, stop talking.” The guy spits, tired of your back and forth, as Satoru finally addresses him.

“That’s not very nice.” He is calm.

So calm that you almost don't see his fist obliterating the guy. One punch and he's knocked down, Satoru climbs on top.He pulls his fists down interchangeably but it's fast and you can't count, must be about seven that leave the guy with no time to react, hands to his sides as he yelps. Satoru reaches for his pocket and is about to grab the knife, when he feels two warm hands touch him and he turns around.

“P–please! Let's just go home!” You sob, eyes wide and the pain in your voice breaks his heart. Home, you said? He gets up and kicks the man’s limbs like a soccer ball—blood oozes down his mouth onto the curb and he chokes on some of it. Satoru's knuckles are stained but he gives you his hand as the pulp ahead withers.

Home.

He gave you clothes, a sleep set he had in his closet, you’d never know it was specifically tailored and cut out to your size, how would you know? It’s not like he’d tell you he stole (he called it borrow) articles you discarded at work. Your jacket when too hot, a change of pants as he brought them to the store's bathroom and returned them just as discreetly at 5:30 PM. They smelled like you, but he couldn’t categorize the odor, it was too hard. As for the color.. that he didn't care about. Anything would work really. His mind couldn't stop racing when he heard the shower head start, you'd never agree to his hospitality but that was his home, his rules. You also had a very rough day and it didn't take a lot to convince you.

He offered you his bed, he’d sleep on the couch and despite you objecting, he got you to comply. He could only imagine how much today drained you— physically and mentally. He let you sleep, he wasn't some monster, plus he had work to do. You’d wake up around 9, he calculated, so he had time.

When he finally sat down the couch, he couldn't sleep. Knowing you were there, so close and so vulnerable broke him. He didn't wait for his hair to dry — spot cleaning blood on the sink stole away his energy as he slipped on the bed, you were facing the wall and he placed his arms around you. You made no noise but you didn't seem to be sleeping heavily either, you’d slightly toss and turn. Poor you, was it a nightmare? He smelled your shampoo, it wasn't yours really but a variation of the ones you had at home as his fingers went through strands of your hair. He came closer, wanting to feel your body's heat and moved to your chest. His fingers sought your heart as he felt your pulse. A cock pressed against you—he’d been hard for some time and it wouldn’t go away as his palms searched for your nipples. One pinch and they were already hard, shit, he thought as he moved his dick on you. What if he went lower? Would you be a good girl for him? He moved to your belly as he put one leg softly over you, angling his cock directly at your cunt's entrance from behind while he rubbed against the folds, palms finding you from the front. He loved this embrace, all his to play with. He traced the slit and rubbed some more. You felt so soft and tempting. He’d bet no one could protect you like him and that gave him motivation. Yeah, that was right, he deserved a little thank you for his hard work. He fondles your cunt while his stiff cock annoys him, he’ll deal with it later. He buries a finger inside you, your cunt is wet, he thinks and you're not even conscious. Satoru pumps it slowly, it lubricates you in the process as it coats him halfway—he groans far from your ear and pushes another. You inhale sharply.

He pops them in and out until he fears he's becoming too fast so he removes his palm and uses your slick for his pleasure now. Boxers and sweatpants are removed as he wraps around the shaft, his precum gets smeared on his cockhead and he brings it down his base, it creates a wet mess and he gets off on it. He doesn't need much visually, your back softly breathing is enough to pump faster but— you felt so warm, he reasons, should he? You’d be his soon enough so might as well. He quickly turns to your side and lowers the set you're wearing (you'd think he intentionally sized up so it'd be easier to pull them down) as he pushes your panties to the side. You were a naughty girl, wearing a thong to work. Too dangerous, the world had many perverts. He puts his stiff cock on your entrance as he tries to shove just the head first; he hisses at the contact and you move, it's too late to back down now and he grows desperate. Within a second he tilts his hips into your needy cunt—he doesn't flatter himself, he's big so it's no surprise you groan and he assumes open your eyes. You feel tight and warm and he doesn’t care about your shock—he’s close.

“What.. agh—what are you doing?!” You're cut off in between moans as he ruts into you, you choke on a cry and he picks up his pace. His cock is stuffing you to the brim, it hurts but he can't be considerate. You feel like you can't breathe, dizzy from a nap and a repeated thump down your core. Yet, a primal instinct of pleasure washes away a conscious you telling yourself it's wrong and fuck— you moan out his name. Why do you moan?

“Shit, couldn't help myself, sorry baby.” He breathes out as he bucks his hips up and you feel too full.

“Satoru! S–stop...” But your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues, hands caressing your chest and his breath on your neck while your hips are brought to clash onto his and nasty sounds come from the contact.

“Fuck, so pretty, baby, hm?” He moans and he’s already close, cock throbs as you prettily squeeze him in. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before, it’s like you’re made perfectly to accommodate him and look at you!—clenching your cunt like some slut.

“N–ugh– Satoru please—” You cry out, scared but with a heat coiling low that makes you unable to protest louder. You think of his kind eyes, heartwarming grin (“Got these bad boys for you”, as he gave you your favorite cookies) but soon they're gone away—

—replaced by his cock rutting in your damp walls. You're unwillingly sucking him in, you can't think straight, he's... good? No. He's disgusting for this. Water blurs your eyesight—it's too much.

A hand is on your clit as he bites your soft neck at the same time. God, how he longed for this. Having you in his arms. He adored you.

“Want to come on my cock, like the helpless slut you are, baby?” He whispers but it's soft—like he's teasing you for missing the bus and you cry.

“I- agh-n-no..please—” You muffle and beg and his hand circling your clit slaps on the nub repeatedly as you jerk; “I can't—I–” He doesn't pay attention, his cock is ripping you apart and you have to let go—riding out an unwarranted orgasm. He loves your mess, no, he loves you and since you're conscious (not that it'd matter), he lifts your leg up as he angles himself so deep, you yell; overstimulated and still scared.

“Satoru, e–enough!” He's bottoming out in between sticky walls and you ache, hoping for an end.

“Don't be selfish baby—fuck!” He groans as large palms squeeze around your neck and then he's cumming — fast and as much as possible, you think. It feels warm and disgusting, his breathy moans are on your ear as you force your eyes shut. What doesn't make it inside, seeps back out but it’s not a lot, since you’re fully stuffed and he takes his sweet time to pull out. You just feel that good. He plants a kiss on your back as he returns with towels and puts you back to sleep. You cry—he estimates 15 minutes before you give up and let sleep take care of you.

One step at a time.

It's your 3 month anniversary. He doesn't tell you that of course, its embarrassing because it's 3 months since he found you, 2 days since he introduced himself. You still work at the café but you don't have to worry, soon you’ll never have to work again, he has big plans. He is proud of himself for finding you, it wasn't often someone intrigued him so much. He liked how genuine you were, naive and a bit dumb of course but that was exactly what made you so pure. He’d bet even at your lowest, you'd never cuss anyone out. Like for example that cunt of a customer the other day but it was fine, he’d do it for you, actually—

A message from Suguru pops up.

“Comin tonight?”

“No, have plans.” He gets bored easily and this time isn't an exception.

“Again? New record?” He can always read Suguru's irony. Funny of him to think he'd stop there.

“I told you I’d take care of it.” Satoru hastily types.

That guy really shouldn't have called you a bitch, it wasn't even in the script. Look where that got him. In Satoru's trunk ready to meet Mr. Worthless. He shuts his phone, he thinks about throwing it away, there's no need for it anyways. Especially when you're here.

He thinks about some quote his dad used to tell him, how did it go? Some are born to sweet delight—

14 minutes till your shift ends. What was it?

—some are born to endless night? It all makes sense now, it rhymes, that's why he still remembers it.

Or maybe you just give the first part a meaning.

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vagabond-umlaut · 7 days

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a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

masterlist

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #kit posts 📝

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k. (pt2.)

k. (pt2.) - jihyo x idol! reader

synopsis: part 2 of k.

genre: angst?, communications actually????, yes ik your response would never fly in asia, mentions of soojin (DO NOT THROW HATE ON HER), swearing, 1.1k words pt1. pt.3

the reason was simple. you had gotten a good enough score on your CSAT to be able to go to any university you desired. So you had set your heart on attending Seoul National University for a M.D. of psychiatry. Maybe it was your desire to know why jihyo had made the decision to break up with you without your approval, or maybe you just wanted to find another way to make people smile. whatever the case, you still got accepted to SNU program in psychiatry.

psychiatry was fun aside from the endless nights of studying, writing papers, and consuming energy drinks. it was still your first year when you started selling some of your songs to JYP for money and when cube entertainment reached out to you.

the email that changed your future again read as follows:

dear y/l/n y/n,

we hope this email finds you well. we were wondering if you were willing to participate in our new upcoming girl group project. although we cannot tell you the names of other members at this time, we can confirm that this will be a seven-member girl group. we heard wonderful things about you from other trainees and entertainment, and we would love to have you on board this project. If you wish to know further details about this group, please come in soon, as this is a limited-time offer.

futher thanks,

cube entertainment staff

you had a dilemma. as much as you wanted to live a normal life as a psychiatrist helping people, something inside you was yearning to take this opportunity to debut. after all, it was what you had trained for over 4 years at JYP for. two hours later, you had reached your final decision. taking up your laptop, you typed out a simple response to the cube team, forever changing the future you had laid out for yourself.

when is the closest available appointment

sincerely,

y/l/n y/n

sent.

time skip (abt a year)

you weren't going to lie that the past years had been brutual being put through evaluation after evaluation, but hey. you had six awesome girls to rely on, and better yet, you had a name to call all of yourselves. (G)I-dle. man, what a name soyeon came up with, and better yet it fit all seven of you very well. it was worth every ache to just debut with this group... i wonder if this is what jihyo felt when she made her debut. you and soyeon even made a song together that ended up on the album, which was kinda cool.

as soon as you knew it MAMA's rolled around, and you knew that your group excitement couldn't be contained when your arms started hurting from being smacked on the arm so many times by yuqi who was beside you when the news came. as the leader and soojin tried to calm the two youngers down, you were with minnie, and miyeon where a question that threw you off so much was asked innocently by miyeon, "do you think twice will be there?"

she looked at you, knowing that you were a JYP entertainment trainee who probably knew the most, if twice were going to be there. after all, you guys must have been friends. you responded, scratching the back of your neck a little, and tried to say in a nonchalant way "i'm not sure, but they probably will be there since it's MAMA's."

the older nodded and went back on her phone; however, minnie looked at you for a second, taking note of your unusual response to miyeon. then going back onto her phone, you, on the other hand, were sweating buckets, thinking of maybe seeing your ex at the award show. you still haven't unblocked her number, or any of twice for that matter... but then the thought hit you.

you haven't unblocked any of twice yet... maybe you should unblock one. you felt bad for dragging all of your and her friends into the messy part of your relationship. debating between the latter, you ended up unblocking one person, mina. you weren't exactly close with her, but you saw the text kept ringing one by one. 216 messages. 125 missed calls. HOLY FUCK- you thought. you didn't even talk to the girl that much, and the last one was on your debut date, May 2 2018.

peguin minguin: happy debut date! hope you're will do well!!! i'm cheering you on!! fighting!!

you bit your lip, trying to hold back your tears from reading the message, before excusing yourself to the bathroom. typing the response to mina.

traingle goof: thanks mina! I hope your yes and yes promotions are going well!!! i'll be cheering from the sidelines for you!! fighting!!!

returning back to your room after sending that message, trying to help soyeon and soojin calm the youngers down.

mina pov:

it was another tireless day of promotion, and with our schedule being so packed by JYP, i was ready to just straight out pass out on to the bed. a thought passed by me to check my phone just in case anything important happened or someone texted me. while scrolling through the notifications quickly, something caught my eye, traingle goof , no way. i screamed causing jeongyeon and nayeon to run quickly to me. jeongyeon gave me the good look up and down and nayeon well she was tired and asking what i was screaming about. i showed them the text. "no fucking way," nayeon says while being hit by jeonyeon who didn't see.

however, the face on jeongyeon face when she saw the message was priceless; her jaw dropped wide open. she grumbled out a reply, "i don't understand why she would contact you out of all people. she wasn't really that close to you."

i understood her logic for thinking that way, and sure, we weren't really close, but we still understood each other. hell, they were closer than i ever was. i walked over to sana, who seemed to have almost just slept, until i shook her a bit and showed her the messages. she shot up almost immediately, asking me in japanese if the message i showed her was fake. she started texting y/n again, asking if she had unblocked her again. no response. then she turned back to me, asking if i could text her. so i typed out a simple response to y/n

penguin menguin: thank you! are you and your group going to MAMA this year? maybe the j-line and 2yeon could meet up with you guys!

a response was sent. now all she had to do was wait. little does she know that a figure saw a flash of mina screen when walking by.

a/n ok why is this actually like taking more than 2 parts than i thought it would be i promise it will be 3 chapters manifesting it will be. anyways yea MISAMO STREAM IK THEY'RE PROMTIONS PERIOD IS OVER BUT LIKE PLS THIER ALBUM IS LITTERALLY SO PERFECT

#park jihyo imagines #jihyo x reader #park jihyo x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines

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bringbacktim · 11 months

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imagine schlatt going on your tiktok live... you werent a content creator or anything, nor did you watch his videos so you didnt know him and he didnt know you. when he requested to join your live, you were confused to who this person was, but let him in anyways (and let me tell you, that was the best decision you ever made)

them falling in love on live I CSNT MY HEART

You have the best ideas omg , keep them coming honestly

Like she's just on tiktok live with her friends or something chilling, he joins , they maybe flirt and just cuteness

Falling in love on live-jschlatt

Synopsis : above

Warning: alot of dialogue, some sexual jokes/flirting(I couldn't not) , not edited or proofread

Wc:721 words

Y/n was bored of facetime and how laggy it was and how someone's internet was always glitchy so her and her friends turned to tiktok live , so many people go live on tiktok every day so no one was going to notice one more person , right?

She was the only person actually on live and her friends were in the chat so it didn't shock her when she had a few viewers

It did however shock her when 'bigmanschlatt' joined and didn't say anything for a few minutes

"Does anyone know him?" She asked her friends hoping one of them did and it wasn't some perv ( I love perv!shclatt )

After all of her friends said 'no' or 'not personally' ( the latter confused her but she didn't want to stalk him just yet)

She just decided to continue as if he wasn't there and carried on cracking jokes to her friends

'Whoever said women aren't funny clearly haven't you' he wrote in the chat which made her flush as she thanked him and made even more jokes just for him

Her friends kept commenting about the hearts in her eyes any time he commented and flirted with her but

y/n was denying it with her life

'Bigmanschlatt has requested to join this live' was the notification she got about 15 minutes into this livestream that was meant for her and her friends but turned into y/n and schlatt taking turns to flirt

As soon as his face showed up on screen the chat went absolutely wild as her friends freaked out as to who it was , but she remained completely oblivious

"Like what you see?" He laughed as he saw her staring

"I'm reading the chat" she lied

"Unless the chat has moved onto my face , that's a God damn lie" no truer words had ever been said , they were so true that she stuttered and lost her train of thought

"I'll take over if you're too flustered , I know a big tough handsome man like me can be intimidating" he said with a serious face as he stroked his chops

The conversation flowed like a waterfall until she suddenly was getting a lot of viewers like thousands of viewer

"Are you like famous or something, what is with all these viewers" she asked almost scared

"Yeah something like that , they'll disappear in a minute don't worry"

"Are you sure? There's so many of them"

"If they don't I'll just have to get your number so we can facetime instead" he half joked hoping more would join so they could flirt without thousands of people watching

"You heard him guys, get as many people on her as you can so we can flirt in private" by that point at least a hundred thousand people were watching and her friends especially were going crazy

"Do you're friends want to join this borderline phone sex conversation or have they had their fill" schlatt mostly asked so one of his fans could get as much video footage of her that he could watch back

"hopefully I get filled by you later" she said not caring if that got clipped and spread across the internet

"You won't but your mom will" absolute silence on the other line as she just stared blankly at him

"You can keep your number now I don't want it anymore" she joked seeing if he would play along

"If you change your mind , just ask your mom it should be under 'daddy' in her contacts" the sentence came out in 3 parts as laughter kept escaping his lips

This banter went on for a few more minutes until the chat begun to ship them and they decided to move to facetime

"Thanks for letting some random guy into your live stream, it's nice to talk to someone who isn't a fan" he sincerely said as a hello on the call

"Best decision I've ever made"

What they didn't expect from that random weekday evening was that the story would be told later to a lot of people on streams and friends who ask how they met (maybe at their wedding as well if they have one)

#charlie slimecicle x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt smut #mcyt tag #schlatt #schlatt x reader #ted nivison #jschlatt imagines #tiktok #tiktok live #twitch streamer

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rewh0re · 9 months

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AND THEN CAME YOU ; ITOSHI RIN

-3.0k, kind of a repost but a heavily edited one, very slice of life ngl, they kiss (sorry), reader is sad in the beginning, oblivious idiots in love, bad teenage confessions, they're both too scared to confess and are idiots I'm sorry there's no gentler way of saying this, pls read I worked my ass off editing this shit:( REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE APPRECIATED!!

a/n: happy birthday rin you sweet sweet child, I love his emo ass sm he'd probably hate me but I have enough love for him for the two of us (ew, can't believe I said that)

Who knew that a boy you met on a rainy midsummer's evening could turn out to be such a vital part of your life?

A cool gentle breeze and a mildly chilly weather was not very common in the midsummer. But it had rained earlier. The atmosphere still had the lingering smell of wet soil brought about by the winds and the temperature drop was pleasant. You liked it. This felt good. It also distracted you from the lump that you felt in your throat and the tears that were threatening to fall down your now very glossy eyes. How long have you been sitting under a stray lamp post beside the children's park now? You had absolutely no clue and neither did you want to know. It was late at night and you knew the sane thing to do was go home, wash your face and go to bed. Call it a night maybe. But the body sometimes refuses to follow the mind. It just doesn't move when your much rational part asks it too. It stays rooted at the spot. Maybe it was one of those moments for you. You think at some point a stray calico cat came by and rubbed herself against your legs. That made you smile. Cats were good, they were sweet, they made you feel nice about yourself when they decided they liked you. But your sole companion of the night had also gone away and you were alone yet again.

That's when he came by.

You did not notice him at first. A stranger holding his bicycle, looking at you with his face contorted in pure confusion. Rin was just passing by when he saw you, sitting on the bench in all your sadness and melancholy, tears almost spilling out of your eyes, lips quivering. He could vaguely make out your hands clenching and unclenching inside your jacket pocket. He didn't know what to do. Should he just ignore you and let you be or ask you if you were fine. He decided on the latter.

"Uhm, the weather forecast says it might rain tonight," he awkwardly let out the words to your idle figure.

You only turned your head at him slowly in return. You were kind of pretty he'd give you that.

You were puzzled as to why a random boy was suddenly telling you about the weather forecast, "huh?"

"The weather forecast. It might rain tonight. You better get to your home," he didn't understand what your deal was. Sitting all lonesome on a stray bench with no people around. It was unsafe too. Unless you were some sort of serial killer which was highly unlikely because what sort of serial killer looks like they're about to lose it all beside a random park late at night.

"Oh," you turned away and went back to your thinking or whatever it is that you were doing. Rin started regretting his decision of even bothering you in the first place. He should've just been on his way, letting you bask in your self pity.

"Do you have an umbrella with you," you looked at him again before silently shaking your head.

He started to look for something inside his bag before pulling out an umbrella, "you can take this. My house isn't far from here, I'll reach in some but you can just keep it in case it rains. Uh also, you should get going as soon as you can, it can get pretty unsafe so late at night."

He waited for your reply but it never came. You just looked at him with the same wide eyes and quivering lips. So he nervously kept the umbrella beside you and walked away with his bicycle.

That was his mother's favorite umbrella that he gave away. He was gonna get it from her.

You stared at his disappearing figure. You saw as he turned the corner and finally went out of sight.

"What a kind soul," you thought to yourself and the tears finally fell.

It had been about a week since you last met the kind boy who gave you an umbrella. It indeed did rain and you ended up using it on your way home. It had been a week since you kept waiting at night to return him his umbrella but he never came. You were about to give up and just keep the umbrella till you decided to wait after school and see if he shows up.

And much to your luck, he did. He was on his bicycle, riding it as the wind ruffled his dark hair. His teal eyes were focussed on the road and he had a deadpan look on his face. You smiled wide at seeing him.

"Hey! Guy on the bicycle!" You screamed and waved your hands so he could notice you. He slowed down his bicycle until it came to a complete stop in front of you. It was the same location except now, the park was filled with little children's laughter from running about and playing and the buzzing of people's voices. There were birds chirping on the trees as the summer sun shone at a distance. You looked very different from the first time he saw you. A wide smile on your face with eyes almost in the shape of crescents as a result of your smile. Your hair was more put together and you were in a school uniform. He gathered you too, were a high school student.

"I'm y/n, hi, nice to meet you," you finally introduced yourself. Rin wasn't the kind of boy to think much about people's looks or about people at all. But something about you was so mesmerizing to his eyes. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous, something he didn't really notice the first time he saw you.

"Yea uh I'm Itoshi Rin," he looked at your outstretched hand before slowly accepting your handshake. He took his hand away from yours as soon as he finished giving it a polite shake.

"I am the person you gave your umbrella to last week, if you don't remember me. I just wanted to return it to you and thank you for helping me," your wide smile now turned into a polite one as you took out the umbrella from your backpack and handed it to him.

Rin blinked at it twice because he never did think he'd get his mother's favorite umbrella back or see you again for that matter. But he did and you seemed better than before and he was glad you looked good.

"Well then. Thanks again. I'll get going. Have a great day," you waved at him as you turned around.

Rin didn't know what exactly came over him. He just felt this sudden boost of confidence as he saw your figure walk away from him. He did not want you to go. A sudden vile feeling rose in him as the realisation dawned that if you left he would probably never get to see you again. So with his heart almost jumping out of his ribcage, he uttered the words that he almost stumbled over, "let me walk you to your home."

And even though your eyes were as big as saucers the moment he said those words, you couldn't be happier that Itoshi Rin decided to walk you home because something in you too, said that having him as a friend would be good.

Rin and your friendship started with awkward hellos and hi's and silent walks to the school. Turns out you lived close by and your school too, fell on the way to his. So each day he would walk you to your school and back home.

Eventually, what started as an awkward interaction turned into excited rants from you about books that you've read and movies that you had seen. Rin listened. Rin always listened. Sometimes he'd talk about the horror movies he'd liked and the mangas stored in his bookshelf.

Walks to school and back home turned into weekly hangouts after school. Sometimes at your house and sometimes at his. You learnt Rin loved soccer and he learnt you were not much into sports. He had gasped in disbelief because, truly, how can someone not be into sports? He was forced to watch the notebook with you and you were forced to watch Insidious with him. By now both of your parents had come to know of your new friendship. Rin's mother loved you and your mother always saved extra cookies for Rin when she baked. Summer slowly faded into autumn and the leaves outside turned crisp and brown and Rin would never let you see the faint smile that adorned his face when you so joyfully stepped on the crunchy leaves. With autumn came the realization that you had fallen for Rin. And unbeknownst to you Rin had slowly fallen for you too. If he thought you were pretty when you cried, he thought you looked absolutely stunning when you were laughing. Yes, even when the laughs were followed by snorts.

Rin realized he might have fallen in love with you and that terrified him because Rin did not do love. Rin did not know how to love. He never gave two thoughts to a relationship but with you, he was willing to do so. It was all so new for him, the feelings were so new that it terrified him. He was too scared to tell you.

"Mama bear says a very happy birthday dear Rin, and she sends some of this homemade, special chocolate cake to you," was the first thing Rin heard from you as he opened his door and you let yourself in.

"Mama bear? Seriously? And you won't say happy birthday to me?" Rin narrowed his eyes at you as he shut the door and followed your figure towards the kitchen.

"Shut up, I wished you at exactly twelve in the midnight. I have receipts too. My call history also has your name. Now, do you want the cake or not Mr. Itoshi?" You took out a knife from his kitchen drawer and pointed it at him.

"Can't say no to that," he opened the package to find 8 slices of beautifully decorated chocolate cake.

"I'll take one!" You were about to pick a slice when he swatted your hand away.

"Your mom has already fed you with them. These are mine. Back off," he took a slice and closed the package.

"Rinnie-" you whined.

"Do not call me that. Ever," he pointed at you before taking a bite from his cake. Your mother baked heavenly delights, he thought. The cake was so freaking delicious. He felt like he just entered the realms of God for a moment when it almost melted in his mouth.

"But rinnie-" you saw him eat the cake, savoring each bite.

"Shush,"

"Why are you so mean? Just let me have a piece please. She did not let me eat much of the cake and there's not much left at home either. Just one bite please I-" you found yourself shutting up as Rin shoved the last bite of the cake into your mouth.

"That will shut you up," and it did. Your mother was the best baker in town and no one could argue with that fact.

You spent the rest of the day at Rin's house with him forcefully making you watch midsommar this time. You loved spending time with Rin. While Rin was so immersed in movies, you were immersed in his face. He looked so pretty focussed.

"What?" He turned around to look at you.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You said I look pretty when I'm focussed?"

"Oh I said that out loud?" You giggle to yourself. "But yes. You do look pretty when you're focussed."

"You're pretty too I guess," you laughed at how he grumbled those words out.

“Hey Rin,” you called out his name and he hummed in reply, face not moving from the screen. “Happy birthday. I'm glad to have met you, you know.”

A pink hue covered Rin’s face slowly as you played with his hair. You had never seen Rin blush before and you were absolutely savouring the moment. He looked beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Shut up and watch the movie,” he muttered under his breath as he unconsciously leaned in on your hand. Your smile widened at his actions.

"Some girl confessed to me today," Rin scoffed when he picked you up from your school gate.

You could almost hear the little crack of your heart the moment Rin had said those words. You were too big of an idiot to not confess and now, someone else was doing it in your place.

"Oh? What did you say," you gulped as you feared his answer.

"No, obviously. What makes you think I'll say yes?" He shook his head as you both walked down the hill. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Well, why not?"

"I...kind of already like someone," Rin blushed and the crack in your heart increased. How much more till he completely breaks your heart?

"Oh."

"Yea."

The rest of the walk back home was excruciatingly quiet and awkward. You did not know how to act around Rin, you wanted to be far away from him. As far as possible.

"Who..who is this person you like?" Something in your voice seemed sad and bitter. There was a tint of jealousy which didn't go unnoticed by Rin. He was observant, he was oh so observant.

"Uhm a very close friend," you nodded your head silently at his words. You had so many questions. When had he met them? How long had they been 'friends?' Was he closer to them than he is to you?

"They're sweet and really nice. Kind too. Always there for me when I need them and I think I just really like this person you know," You looked at Rin to see him smiling so fondly. You internally begged him to stop as he went on about how genuinely good this person was. He did it. He broke your heart unknowingly. You realised you should have never asked about this person, that way you would be saved.

You were glad as you saw your house in the distance. Quickly waving Rin a goodbye, telling him you had a huge amount of homework to complete, you ran off towards your house. You'd distance yourself from him, you thought. Just stop talking to him for some time till these silly feelings go away.

Rin could only stand there under the orange sky of the evening as he saw you go nearer to your house and then it hit him. You thought he was talking about an entirely different person. You definitely did not get that he was talking about you. And with how weird you were acting there might have been a slight chance that you liked him back. Rin sucked at love and he sucked at declarations of love too. He had probably messed up what you both had by directly not telling you that he harboured feelings for you.

"Shit!" He ran after you as you entered your main gate and within some seconds he was there, grabbing your wrist, panting slightly. You turned around to look at him and then at the place where his hand held yours.

"Rin...." You started, confused as to what was happening.

"It's you," he stated. God he sucked at confessions. He never confessed to anyone before and now he realised why the people in his school lost their minds over it. It was terrifying with how his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands shaking slowly.

"What? Are you okay? You seem a bit out of place," Your voice was lost. What was he speaking about? You genuinely didn't know if he was okay.

"God damn it, it's you I like!" There it was, laid out in the open for you.

Your eyes were about to pop out of your socket because did you even hear that right? Itoshi Rin liked you? You were the person he was so fondly talking about? There were so many questions waiting to burst out of your throat.

"You like me?" You asked.

"I do,"

"You're not joking?"

"Absolutely not,"

"Rin, I swear to god if this is some kind of sick joke I will-" and he cut you off.

He cut you off by pulling you in and crashing his lips against your. You reciprocated immediately because this is exactly what you dream about. You felt his hands on your waist trailing there as you held his face. It was no way a gentle kiss, in fact it was rough, clearly a kiss between two very inexperienced teenagers. You separated for breath before you chased for his lips once more. You kissed him more gently now, relishing in the taste of mint that he had taken earlier. His lips were slightly chapped but they were nonetheless heaven to you. His cologne took over your nostrils and you couldn't quite believe that all of this was happening.

"Fuck," you pulled away as you were out of breath. This felt like a fever dream.

"Fuck indeed," and all he could do was smile after that kiss. It was his first with you. It was all he hoped for.

You both started laughing at god knows what. Maybe it was the fact that you both were two oblivious idiots or the fact that what you craved for for the longest time had taken place finally. Rin was holding his knees and you were holding your tummy. You turned to look at him, he was so beautiful, you thought. He was so beautiful and he loved you. Your laughter ceased into a smile. So genuine and full of love for him.

"What?" He looked at reciprocating the look you donned.

"Nothing."

You met Itoshi Rin on a rainy midsummer’s night and fell for him on a cool autumn’s day. Who would have thought that a boy who met you at one of your lowest points would lighten up your life in such a way? But this was real, Rin was real and the love you held for each other was also real. At the end of the day, this was Rin, your Rin. This was love.

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bethanydelleman · 8 days

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Here I am, reading Mansfield Park for the first time, and I'm surprised at how Henry Crawford's proposal reminds me of both Darcy and Collins. From Darcy's first proposal, we have the hero expressing his sentiments in a way that offends the heroine. From the second, there's the hero's help to the heroine's family (though Darcy tries his best to conceal his part while Crawford brags about his). And then, Henry is as certain that he will be accepted as both Darcy in his first attempt and Collins, plus about as persistent in the face of refusal as the latter. In addition, there's a heroine's relative (Mrs. Bennet and Sir Thomas) who pushes for the match with Collins and Crawford respectively to happen.

So exciting that you're reading Mansfield Park! I hope you are enjoying it.

I feel the same parallels! I think they were intentional, a doubling down if you will. I think Fanny's case is much more extreme than Elizabeth's, though they are very similar and I think Austen's trying desperately to make a point about women having a say in their decision to marry. Fanny has nothing and a far less hopeful future compared to Elizabeth, but she still says no. Elizabeth only has to withstand her silly mother, but Fanny has to deal with everyone pushing her to marry, she still says no. And as you point out, in almost a reversal of Pride & Prejudice, Fanny says no even though she feels a huge obligation to Henry Crawford for helping her family.

I really think Austen was trying to make the point that you'll probably come across soon (I'm thinking Edmund hasn't come home yet for you) that women should not be expected to accept any man who might ask them for their hand in marriage, no matter their circumstances or how amazing that man imagines himself to be. And since this is still a big problem today from what I've heard (lucky to have never experienced this myself), good for her!

I have a post about the understandable audacity though, given the historical context. Also about how Henry's proposal echoes Fanny Burney's Evelina.

The quote I'm talking about (spoilered in case you aren't there, Ch 35):

“I should have thought,” said Fanny, after a pause of recollection and exertion, “that every woman must have felt the possibility of a man’s not being approved, not being loved by some one of her sex at least, let him be ever so generally agreeable. Let him have all the perfections in the world, I think it ought not to be set down as certain that a man must be acceptable to every woman he may happen to like himself. But, even supposing it is so, allowing Mr. Crawford to have all the claims which his sisters think he has, how was I to be prepared to meet him with any feeling answerable to his own? He took me wholly by surprise. I had not an idea that his behaviour to me before had any meaning; and surely I was not to be teaching myself to like him only because he was taking what seemed very idle notice of me. In my situation, it would have been the extreme of vanity to be forming expectations on Mr. Crawford. I am sure his sisters, rating him as they do, must have thought it so, supposing he had meant nothing. How, then, was I to be—to be in love with him the moment he said he was with me? How was I to have an attachment at his service, as soon as it was asked for? His sisters should consider me as well as him. The higher his deserts, the more improper for me ever to have thought of him. And, and—we think very differently of the nature of women, if they can imagine a woman so very soon capable of returning an affection as this seems to imply.”

Mansfield Park, Ch 35

#mansfield park #jane austen #question response #pride & prejudice

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onmyyan · 2 years

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Hi omg I keep reading everything on Caspian like two times every couple of hours-

And I'm curious since Caspian seems to be big on family would he try to separate his darling from theirs? The slow ride of manipulation and stuff? Or would he understand darlings attachment to their family?

If he did understand it, how would he feel about the certain family members that just make darling uncomfortable? (Cause I feel like everyone has family that just makes them insecure or uncomfortable sometimes-)

Anyway it's just a curiosity but I'm also curious about Caspians family as well! I don't know he's just so interesting and a big softie to his darling, I find him so cute and wanna know more about him!

I hope you have a good day or night and make sure to try and stay hydrated!! <33

A/N: Thank you for the well wishes ur too cute for that omg I hope u are hydrated as well! This was such a cute request! (Edited 12/16/22)

T/W's: Yandere shenanigans, new players have entered the arena, cursing, murder is planned, one is heard over the phone but just a little, it's vague and only a line but bad family tw anyway

The Long Game.

He has a list of folks he likes to guide you away from, he was far more observant than people assumed and that went tenfold for all things you. That being said him keeping your family at arm's length depends entirely on how they do and have treated you.

Maybe you tell him a story about how a certain family member made you cry, or how maybe things weren't the easiest growing up, you may say it in a lighthearted way but he can see it- there's this look on your face that just breaks his heart into a million pieces, so he does some digging, finds out everything he can, and debates with himself on how to best protect you, but we'll get back to that.

He had 7 people in the house including himself growing up in New York, he's the oldest brother of 5, and they're all only a year apart besides the last two. Because of all those responsibilities thrust upon him, he grew up in comfortable chaos. Their house wasn't the biggest but everyone had their own space, which you really had to have for yourself with that many people in one home in order to not go insane.

Gabe, the brother right below him was an inch shorter than Cas, the whooping 6'4 behemoth was nothing to laugh at, and yet-and no matter how much he loathed it, people were always comparing and contrasting him to the golden child of the Delmont family. He did everything he could to be different from his brother, even dying his hair blue and cutting it shorter didn't do much to help, despite the various attempts over the years, everyone still insisted they looked more alike than the twins, he'd made it an almost stubborn point to take up things he knew his brother disliked. Like how he took woodshop when Cas took culinary classes, he never took his frustration out on Cas though, in fact out of the four others, he's who's closest to Caspian. You could find him working on one of the many projects being tinkered on in the house's garage by him and his father any chance he could, unlike his older sibling he thrived in the family business, all sides of it.

Next in line was Richard but he made everyone call him Ricky, if anyone but their mother called him Richard he'd make em swallow their teeth. He was all work and no play, the middle-child syndrome he'd come down with early in life had made him a huge daddy's boy, a big overachiever, so much so he went to school just to learn how to better run the shop, eager to be given the wheel once his Father retired. Who speaking of, this asshole was the most like, easily the smartest son, usually the one the others went to for guidance. Although it came with the price of his berating them until he saw fit before he'd help, he spent all his time in his room, a true introvert, he was most in his element bossing people around.

Then came the twins, two honest-to-goodness menaces to society. Marcos and Manuel, the latter soon demanded to be called Manny,(he swears it's not to be like Ricky no way-) much to the annoyance of his older brother, he was the baby in every sense of the word, just as sensitive as the rest of the crybabies in his family, but with the same devil in him as the rest.

Marcos is the heartbreaker, his favorite pastime was fucking with people, seeing all the ways their faces would twist up when he'd inevitably break them. He used his bunny smile and fox-like eyes to lure people into these false notions of security, letting them think they stood a chance only to leave them burning before they could blink, he's got something special buried underneath all the fuckboy, if he ever finds someone patient enough to wait it out all that machismo cracks and crumbles like dry clay. The kinda kid who got in trouble just to get that extra attention from his parents, with siblings like his he felt he had to stand out and he'd do anything to get there. Even hang off his father's every word in the shop on Saturdays instead of raging with his twin in trouble, Manny.

Manny was a real sweetheart until he didn't get his way. It was scary how fast he could flip into someone else like his terrible two's never ended, and at the same time, he was the nicest kid in class every time, he knew the right things to say and do to get his way, and people almost fell over themselves to give him what he wanted. He found it cute, when he was younger it was harmless stuff, just getting some homework done by an adoring classmate or getting away with something naughty he'd done by blaming it on one of his brothers, he had most everyone wrapped around his finger, their Mother being the kind spirited woman she was, didn't really know how to deal with Manny's mean streak, thankfully over time, he mellowed out, at least he knew how to fool people better now-, he was probably the most dangerous of his siblings and he took a sick sort of pride in it. He's a ride-or-die in every sense of the word, once got himself expelled because his Twin had. Like most of his kin, once he loved he loved with his whole being, he just had a funny way of showing it.

Our sweet sweet boy Cas all but lived in the kitchen, this never sat well with his statue of a father, the certified hardass, and real "man's man" who had always sneered at the sight of Caspian cooking for the family. He never openly criticized, but he didn't need to, not with the glare Cas only ever saw him give unruly customers beating down his neck as he tried to ignore it, which brings us to the other reason he resented his passion for cooking, it meant Cas wasn't working down at the "Mechanics" shop with him and the rest of his family.

His great great great Grandfather had started the body shop decades ago with one rule, if they don't know they don't know which loosely translated to, 'No one talks about nothing that could get you killed.' By the time he was graduating High school he knew he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, something uncles, cousins, and the odd scumbag had done almost ceremonially, it was all but expected of the Delmont men, so naturally, his refusal to do so really pissed him off.

But he bit his tongue, he knew Ma would tan his hide if she caught wind of his foul attitude toward her golden child Caspian.

Despite his Father's sour look towards literally everything and everyone, he was a different person with his Mother.

She made him soft in a way that couldn't be believed unless witnessed and was absolutely the only reason he hadn't said a word about his clear distaste. He'd give her the moon if she asked so this is where he learns what love looks like, something that changes you, into something else entirely, for the better.

And as different as they all were, every man in his family had something in common, the way they loved.

Any and all yandere tendencies are not overlooked- but encouraged, it's the one place they don't argue. If one has a problem with a Darling someone is offering a solution.

This brings us back to the problem at hand, while Caspian was the oldest he wasn't too proud to say he was the smartest by default, that award went to his younger brother Ricky, so while you're slumbering away one night, blissfully unaware the horrors about to be committed, Caspian takes the chance to sit in his backyard amongst the garden you'd planted together.

"Wow, a phone call- are you dying?"

"No. Look I need your advice on something-"

"Hold on." The line went dead making the large man roll his eyes at the dramatic paranoia of his brother, seconds later a new blocked number lit up his screen. "If you're gonna' do this spy shit every time why not just call from the burner?" Caspian pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt not to get into another fight with his sibling. "You want my help or not asshole?" He could hear the familiar signs of the body shop muffled in the background, he was in his office great.

"Just- okay if you were in my shoes what's your move?" He goes on to explain the dilemma of whether or not to keep you from your family, how he really didn't want to give them the chance to hurt you again, and before he could finish his brother cut him off with a sigh.

"You've wasted six minutes of my day to ask about a problem you've already made up your mind about."

"The fuck is that suppos'ta mean Ricky?" He could see the shit-eating grin on his younger brother's face as he spoke in mock sympathy, "That oven cleaner finally melt your brain shithead? We both know you already decided what you're gonna do." He wouldn't give him time to respond,

"You just need my help. Need that push, for me to be the guy to suggest it so hey, I'll throw you a bone," Caspian let his eyes trail across the delicate plant life you'd painstakingly nurtured like the loving being you were, his thumb traced a bud before smiling to himself, the one thought he'd settled on was the need to protect you, and he would.

The only way he knew how.

"Dead sons of bitches can't hurt people we love now can they?"

"No, they cannot Ricky. You busy tonight?" A beat passed before his trained ears caught the sound of a scream tearing through the shouts of metal scraping and machinery being used, the sound came to an abrupt halt, and the tell-tale crack of bone echoed despite all the noise pollution.

"Lucky dog, Manny just cleared our schedule for you.."

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odditycircus-2002 · 2 months

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Hi there! I stumbled upon your blog a while ago and I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your work. I absolutely love your Medusa Reader as well as the interactions between her and Baraka as well as her friendship with Syzoth with the rest of the Earthrealmers and Outworlders and of course the animosity she has for Shang Tsung though he's still attracted to her. I'm also the anonymous person that's been sending you the numerous reactions requests because I wanted to see how you would write out the scenarios that I would ask for and you've never disappointed me. I felt comfortable to reveal myself to you because I was nervous to see what kind of reaction I would get for sending these requests to you. I love the latest scenario that you posted yesterday and I sent you another request though this one is more PG friendly, basically the Outworlders stumbling upon a pet store and them interacting with the animals inside with Medusa Reader and Syzoth encountering the reptiles in the reptile section, Mileena and Kitana as well as Li Mei and Tanya playing with several puppies and kittens and ferrets and Ashrah interacting with several birds while Baraka is asking Johnny why do Earthrealmers keep them as pets and which ones would be delicious to eat scaring the Outworlders and a few customers and maybe Syzoth trying to eat some of the bugs that they sell in the store. You're an amazing writer with incredible talent and I hope to read more from you soon. Keep up the good work, you're awesome!

A/N: Awwwww and I think YOU'RE awesome! Thanks for the asks too as those are fun to write. Sometimes I have to step back from writing since I'm laughing too hard at what I wrote or think about writing with these scenes.😂😂😂 Also, I am SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINALLY FINISH!!! I hope this makes up for it!!!!

You and the other outworlders plus Ashrah vaguely wondered about what Earthrealm's fauna is like compared to the other realms. You are all given a chance when coming across a pet store while Johnny was giving you another Earthrealm tour, specifically, a "exotic" pet store, that had a painted tropical bird on the sign. The smell of prey and predator bombarding emanating even just outside the door.

Mileena and Kitana were immediately drawn to the softer looking animals, approaching a pen filled with soft puppies yapping in greeting at the newcomers and another filled with mewing fluffy kittens. Mileena laughed as the puppies tripped over their own feet in their pursuit to greet her and Tanya. The latter lightly jokes/suggests that maybe they train some of these hounds to be Umgadi.

Kitana meanwhile is a few yards from her sister contently petting the kittens and letting them climb all over her, with Li Mei acting as her guard, as old habits die hard. Yet, one could see a small smirk from the former Umgadi priestess as she observes one kitten, the runt of the litter, trying to climb her leg. Admiring the small kit's tenacity. Kitana and Mileena later move their attentions to the small glass case containing ferrets.

You and Baraka followed behind Ashrah and Syzoth as the former wanted to check out the colorful birds there, seeing as the Netherealm doesn't contain any colorful ones nor non-scavengers. However, you lagged behind when your snakes started to hiss up a storm as they all lean towards the terraiums displaying mice and rats, snapping their jaws and flicking their tongues in the direction of the tasty snacks.

"Behave! I'll buy some of them later, just calm down!"

You hurriedly grabbed at your snakes to pull them away, as the rodents within their cases started running around in panic. Syzoth notices one of the store's employees giving you an odd look, and then drags you along to the reptile section while Baraka glowers at the employee until they finally lower their head to avoid eye contact with the Tarkatan.

The Reptile section had to be the most interesting part of the tour. Given how many of your snakes seemed to share many similarities with the serpents being sold here, whether that be in snout shape, eyes, length, or scale color and pattern. Although you had to pull your snakes away from more than one caged serpent, as they tried to eat the smaller ones and curled away from a boa.

Syzoth would remark how some of the reptiles vaguely resemble either relatives or associates from Zaterra. He would point at some of the lizards, such as an "ugly" looking reptile with dull scales and say that it's Archduke Mahazzem before hissing in amusement which you shared in.

"It really DOES look like him."

The Zaterran even pointed at a snake basking on a rock under its heating lamp and remarked that it's you. To which you respond by pointing at a tortoise and saying the resemblance between him and Syzoth is uncanny. While you and Syzoth were ribbing each other, Baraka went off on his own to ask Cage if he could purchase some of the animals, specifically some ferrets, birds, and reptiles. Not as pets but as meat to try out later. Much to Cage's disgust and a few other regular customers' horror. Kitana held the ferret in her arms even closer as did Tanya with one of the pups she was growing fond of.

Cage's disgust doesn't end there as he spots you and Syzoth purchasing some crickets and mice before eating them right at the register, for all to see. At the sound of a child crying, did Cage rush to escort all of you out of the store, not caring for Baraka's protests of not getting anything to eat as well.

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coraniaid · 7 months

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I'm not suggesting that Buffy and Faith were secretly dating (or at least making out between patrols) before the events of Revelations. Even if Buffy joked about “seeing someone tonight” when her friends asked her if she was dating somebody, before putting her arms around Faith and insisting that they were really “just good friends”. Even if Faith’s reaction to finding out about Angel – “Buffy knew … I can’t believe her” – is very easy to read as romantic or sexual jealousy. Even if Gwendolyn Post’s last attempt to manipulate Faith (the accusation that Buffy was “blinded by love” for Angel) seems specifically designed to play on this jealousy. Even if Faith’s decision at the end of the episode that “you can’t trust people” implies she’s been betrayed by more than one person; even if Buffy’s “you can trust me” is met with a disbelieving smirk.

I don’t really think that’s how the writers intended the show to be viewed. More importantly, I don’t think that Buffy – even if she was emotionally self-aware enough to acknowledge her own feelings – would be ready to have that sort of relationship so soon after Scott Hope, let alone be able to keep it a secret.

But what I am saying is that, in a world where that actually was the explicit plot of Revelations, you really wouldn't have to change any of the dialogue in the opening scene of The Wish at all.

This is a scene in which Buffy’s lament that she “couldn’t reach [Faith] … again” segues straight into her commiserating with Xander over the fact he’s had “no luck reaching Cordelia”. Cordelia of course, is Xander’s ex-girlfriend who refused to speak to him the last time he went to see her, after Xander was seen secretly kissing Willow, and hasn’t been seen with him since. Cordelia's furious because she was just starting to tell herself that she was in love with Xander and he betrayed her. Faith, on the other hand, is Buffy’s [redacted] who refused to speak to her the last time she went to see her, after Buffy was seen secretly kissing Angel, and hasn’t been seen with her since. Faith's furious because she was just [redacted].

Meanwhile Willow tells Buffy she’s looking forward to seeing Oz again so she can “beg for forgiveness”, and Buffy – fresh from visiting Faith’s motel to do “damage control”, to apologize for keeping secrets and to promise her that she’s on her side, and who just finished telling her friends that she’s sad Faith hasn’t been hanging out with her lately – tells her that that works too, and she “knows the feeling” Willow is going through.

The one line I might cut is the one that doesn’t make much sense even in isolation. Xander decides that Buffy can relate to what he and Willow are going through because she “went through it with Angel”. Only … well, yes, it’s true in a very broad sense that Buffy has already experienced some sort of heartbreak with Angel, but the comparison doesn’t really work beyond that, does it? Angel didn’t break up with Buffy because she was unfaithful. (Sort of the opposite, really.) Buffy never had to apologize to Angel for kissing somebody else. She's carrying a lot of Angel-related guilt, but it's not particularly similar to the guilt that Willow or Xander should be feeling (Buffy blamed herself for Angel losing his soul in Innocence and for sending him to hell in Becoming, but she had no way to know the first would happen and was forced to do the latter to save the world). As of the last episode, if anything it’s Buffy who broke things off with Angel. As parallels go it just feels a little forced.

Again, this is the first time Angel’s been brought up in the conversation. And yet, Buffy has been talking about somebody she hurt and deliberately lied to and wishes she could make things right with, hasn’t she?

But, like I said, I’m not suggesting that Buffy and Faith were secretly dating before Revelations. I’m not.

Obviously that didn’t happen until Bad Girls.

#btvs #buffy rewatch 2023

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hi hello ive just come from your enneagram 9 izuku post and i am just OVERWHELMED with joy & excitement after reading it, everything you said just feels so RIGHT!!

(i am a nine myself & have always felt weirdly attached to izuku in that he felt soso similar to me in such a weirdly specific way but i couldn't really explain why i just Got Him until now, so thanks for that little boost of validation lol)

with your post in mind, i couldn't stop thinking about this line from 412 and it got me curious if you had any additional thoughts on it/read it the same way i did:

the moment i read this line i immediately took a screenshot & filed it away in my Important Izuku Moments file, like idk! the wording of it, the way he's talking about shigaraki but could SO easily be talking about himself, that honestly devastating panel of the tears in his eyes...

we've gotten plenty of hints about izuku's emotional suppression (that 'heroes dont cry' scene with iida & todoroki, his flashback of all might telling him to 'stop being such a cry baby' during the afo fight, the whole 'control your heart' plotline...) but THIS line in particular feels so significant for some reason. maybe cause this could easily be izuku recognizing himself in/through shigaraki? maybe bc it is so close to izuku acknowledging the lid hes put on his own sad & lonely past? maybe bc this is the closest we've ever gotten to izuku saying i'm not okay, even if he isn't actually talking about himself yet?

im trying really hard not to ramble too much in your inbox lol, but everything you said in your post about tomura & izuku really hit home for me, i think you're so right about them. and this line in particular is what makes me think we really are going to see some version of tomura being the one to finally break through (Decay) izuku's emotional blocks & barriers (something something locked door imagery), and that just makes me really excited. for both of them :')

YAY!! I’m so glad to hear you resonated with it. It’s otherwise a bit of a “if you know you know” sort of situation, and it felt good to actually explain it.

I had a “!” moment with that panel too, and also when he says he’s determined to break through Tomura’s barrier, expose and acknowledge his pain.

My immediate thought was, “Oh hey, I’m definitely not making this shit up after all, because Horikoshi is obviously intending to confront the concept of bottling up your emotions/your past. He literally just stated it. We're on the same page.” While it didn’t directly confirm anything about Izuku, it's at least something he is aware of, which is an important first step. There's a line in Sleeping At Last's 'Nine' that I was thinking about a lot as I was writing the latter part of that post: "I'm just trying to find myself through someone else's eyes," which speaks to a need for Tomura to be Izuku's mirror, so that he can see himself.

Also, the revelation that Izuku is clinging to the idea that everyone has a "human heart" deep down is pretty clearly applicable to himself too, implying that he's dealing with a lack of self worth (a lot of Japanese fans were talking about this, and I think it doesn't come across as easily in English). I really love how Kudou clarified that Izuku is not naive for this. It's not the same as being blissfully ignorant to how cruel people can be. It's more like, "I need to believe in the worth of others or else I can't believe in myself." That's... so painful and beautiful.

I'm also excited for what comes next! Very soon!

#asks #lin answers #bnha manga #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #bnha 412

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Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please

Finally getting to this old request for Be My Valentine CCC 2022! Hope you enjoy! Prompt used: Finding a new tradition for Valentine's Day

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader

► You give Chevalier a book to read out to you… but it's no ordinary love novel - it's erotica.

Chevalier Michel x Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,161 • masterlist

Chevalier is a lot like the hard-shelled chocolate bonbons you made for him: they had mousse in the core that one could only reach if they dared to break through the surface. Your first Valentine's day with him proved how much the mousse spoils your palette. Or would have, if you had had enough alone time with Chevalier to be actually spoiled.

The fleeting shared moments of intimacy were ending as soon as they began, fortunately culminating in a nice dinner for two that provided some of that awaited alone time with Chevalier.

Him leading you under an arm towards your shared bedchambers is pleasant, but you ache for more of his attention and his touch.

"Chevalier, I thought… nothing beats a good book at the end of an exhausting day, isn't that right?"

A fellow booklover, you know that you are right in Chevalier's eyes - the sight of him loosening the cuffs of his shirt's sleeves is making you regret talking about books of all things, but you have an idea in your head, and there is no turning back now.

"… The books I'm currently reading are in my private library. Nobody has business being there in my absence, and I'm already done changing. I figure you don't feel like going there either."

"Mhmm…" You nod your assent, walking as casually as you can towards your side of the bed, hand wandering inside the nightstand drawer. "Well, mine is right here…"

Chevalier approaches you until you feel his body heat just shy of your back. Or maybe that's you being feverish, excited by your own mischief yet to reveal.

"You should've asked directly if you want me to read to you. I'm not so dense not to see how you would consider this a part of today's celebration."

Does he have to say like that? "Yes, I would love that. Doing as many of those activities with you as possible, even the simple ones, is making me happy."

The comfortable, luxuriously cushioned reading chair that can be found in his private library is not one of his kind, as Chev sits down in the one situated here, in his bedroom, beckoning you with his eyes. No, you're not talking about the accommodation that his chest provides as you sit on his lap, it's surely just you appreciating the piece of furniture that is big enough for the both of you but still small enough to make you take a creative position sideways. You could prop your arm against the backrest of the armchair, or you could wrap it around Chevalier's shoulders… and you settle for the latter. Because today is all about being close and lovey-dovey, isn't it?

Chev opens your book at the bookmarked page, conveniently starting with a new chapter. He doesn't mind not being introduced to the contents prior, he either has heard you talk about it already and is a matter of time for his brilliant memory to activate and detect the needed information, or, you haven't really mentioned about this book in particular: which is also fine, since he simply chose to do this for you.

"Having eloped into the night, the lovers couldn't keep their feelings at bay any longer; nor they had to. They allowed only the moon to keep watch, the faithful guardian it has been at their rendezvous before. The grass cushioned their falling, and lips found lips, hushed breaths mingling without the act of running being alone at fault."

Does Chevalier suspect anything? His tone is even and unshaken by the implication of the passage; for a second you worry that he might be reading out mechanically, some genius he is, mind busying itself simultaneously with matters of bigger importance… or not.

There is a tiny huff of breath that disrupts the reading, a reaction of sorts. He still continues.

"Between those back-to-back breathless kisses, forbidden but deserved, sweet and dripping of sin, hands start to wander. Layers of fabric give way to daring fingers eager to wander where there is proof of arousal, needing to know they're not the only one. Sharp breath intakes pierce the air that they share with no other soul right now; with the freedom to not only whisper but scream of their love. Of their pleasure."

Chevalier's voice is a love potion to you. It gets you drunk and pliant on a normal occasion; the words he'd whisper between the sheets still written on your skin with his tongue. He loves to nip on your skin to accompany the dirtiest of his promises he'd make to you, his actions always coming out thrice as much as his words. You wanted to hear more.

"…Where did you get this book from?"

The sudden change of his tone snaps you out of your trance and you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. As they're situated over Chevalier's lap, the movement is near impossible to miss by your observant lover.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a gift from someone?"

Chevalier surely has a good idea or two as to who to suspect, but it seems like he's not concerned with that right now. He shifts his legs too, presumably to find a better reading position.

"Fingers get bolder, mouths clash with vigor as if to consume the other. Moan follows moan, fingers squeezing and nails biting the skin underneath; soon the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the field, domineering over the ambient sounds of the night."

It's not your intention to curl your fingers as they rest against Chevalier's biceps, but it's entirely his fault that he chose to forgo putting on a shirt while changing earlier. The temperature of the room allows, and there is nothing wrong with allowing himself more comfort in the presence of the one who has already seen him naked too many times… but you also cannot keep your hands to yourself, reminiscent of the characters in the book. Your fingertips scrape against his strong biceps, thinking that he might be deep enough into the book not to pay mind. You're wrong.

Chev makes another shift in his seat, raising a knee to prop the book against. He maneuvers you until your legs come to rest on either side of his knee, the apex of your thighs flush against the hard skin of his own thigh. It's surprisingly comfortable. And not just comfortable.

The next passage from the book is even more explicit, putting your otherwise fantastically functioning imagination to shame - not because there's this foggy filter over it (that's a given), but because you're not imagining the right things. Instead of runaway lovers sharing a forbidden tryst, it's you and Chevalier. Instead of a moonlit field, there's a bedroom.

"Mmm…" You mewl as Chevalier uses the advantage of having the book securely propped up to use his free hand on you. He snakes his way to between your thighs, squeezing the inner part - it feels like a scolding manner, a way of telling you to pay attention. But then why is his hand moving further up, until it palms your heated sex?

‘Chevalier is not going to finger me and continue reading’,you tell yourself, with a concoction of emotions swirling inside you, varying from disbelief to devious hope and everything naughty in between. The only thing separating your pussy from his calloused digits is the thin barrier of your panties, which have proved to never be a challenge for your lover on his way of wrecking your…world. A simple motion of hooking his middle finger underneath the fabric and tugging it to the side would be enough. And you know that it won’t halt his reading, too.

And that's exactly what he does, as more and more illicit words fall from his lips as if it's nothing. You feel his fingertips brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and at first it's a premise of an agonizing tease, but soon he's rubbing on it firmly and at a steady pace, with no foreseen intention to stop.

"Ahh! Ohh…"

The pleasure-fueled torture sees you curling your toes, ascending to the heights of pleasure way before the culmination that the book's characters seek. Then again, unlike any of them, you get to be worked to orgasm by Chevalier Michel.

Your legs part and momentarily go afloat in your euphoria, body arching up in Chevalier's embrace as his strong hand seeks over your writhing form, index and middle fingers burying inside you, making you rock on them before you can instinctively squirm away from too much pleasure.

Chest raising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, your ears catch the sound of the book making a thud against the tiled floor. You open your eyes just in time to cooperate with Chev who is now getting to his feet, sliding away from under you.

"Turn around and hold into the armrests."

Shivers running through your entire body, erasing the satisfaction of your recent orgasm until it's changed for a burning need for more, you comply, hiking up your skirt to your lower back, presenting yourself to Chevalier.

He sighs behind you, the sound accompanied by the so melodic for you sound of his belt unbuckling.

"While you had your attention focused elsewhere, I had finished reading out the chapter. I take it as you didn't hear the end of it."

Gods, you're not even hearing the end of his sentences when he talks to you right now, what is left for the book? You ARE focused on him right now, just not on his voice - the way he rubs the blunt head of his hard cock between your folds is rendering your unable to think straight about anything else. You didn’t expect him to be this worked up, but his firm erection make you realize you weren't the only one enjoying the naughty game you played.

"Very well then. I'll show you how it ended."

You moan his name out loud as he pushes in from behind, taking you in doggy style, similarly to what the lovers from the book did, you presume. Or maybe that's his personal preference. You couldn't know how much of it is Chevalier's own unrestricted passion and it only made things more exciting. You were in for a good and fast pounding, the poor armchair creaking under Chevalier's thrusts. If it wasn't for its weight speaking of good quality, you'd be worried about it getting absolutely destructed by the end of your lovemaking.

Chevalier groans, placing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. He slows his thrusts just to suckle on your skin until it's bruised with his love, releasing it with an audible pop and immediately kissing it better. You turn your head to meet him in a kiss, and he hisses against your lips as your walls spasm around his thick girth.

"Say my name while you're coming for me."

It's not an order, orders don't sound this honeyed, dripping with love-fueled desperation, all to see you in the throes of pleasure again so soon.

He doesn’t even have to ask.

"Che…va…lier…!"

A strong wave of pleasure runs through you like a lightning strike, making your arch your back to push against Chevalier's cock as much as your body allows to. Your head falls back, and Chevalier caresses your chin, holding it in place as he imprecisely captures your lips, moaning his own culmination against them.

You feel him erupt inside you in thick spurts, and you're wishing the last drops of pleasure weren't wrung out of you so you could lose yourself into cumming again from that sensation alone.

As sweat beads on your forehead, Chevalier releases your chin and you feel boneless. He's catching you before you can crumble under the weight of the afterglow, and collects you in his arms.

All you want is to resume your previous position from before things became not-so-innocent…it would work perfectly for post-sex cuddles. Thankfully, great minds think alike.

"Books like those are a rarity, but maybe it won't hurt if we pick them up for a reading session once in a while…"

Chevalier lets out a barely audible snort at the poorly hidden satisfaction you show with something so dirty in nature. His thumb rubs gentle circles on the palm of your hand as he holds your snuggled-up form on the armchair.

"A Valentine's day tradition?"

You hum, considering his offer. One year would be a good amount of time in your hands to put them on a good erotica… maybe with careful selecting it can be used in order to give Chevalier even wilder ideas. Will you be able to find such thing? Being direct with your desires surely is faster and more effective, but what's the fun in that… your shyness aside.

"Mhm, sounds good. Though, I guess, you can't know the contents of anything I give you to read out to me until you're actually reading it out…"

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 5 months

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Wait wait no I'm not over this I need to talk about it.

So I've been reading Archie Sonic. And besides the fact that the lore and plot of most of the comics is just a blindfolded guy throwing darts at a dartboard, random things will just like come back after 50 issues of no longer being relevant or not being talked about.

Two of these things? Shard/Original Mecha Sonic, and Sonic's experience during the Metal Madness special, during which he was the True Mecha Sonic.

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So for context, let's back up to the Mecha Madness special.

So, I will be so clear right now. As Sonic was roboticized, during his stint as Mecha Sonic he is completely fine doing what Robotnik instructs. I am completely aware that he lost his free will, and I do not blame him for this. He is under Robotnik's control (or his robotic "programming" if you will) when he starts attacking Sally, the freedom fighters, Metal Knuckles, and Knothole.

But part way through that special issue, something happens that allows him to regain some of that free will. It allows him to feel a moral dilemma, and it gives him the chance to fight against Robotnik's programming.

Again, I will be clear. Up to this point, unless one of the roboticized characters has had their free will restored, the only thing allowing them to "fight their programming" or become aware in any way was as long as they were holding a working power ring (and later, the sword of acorns). This tells us just how powerful a force the programming to be a mindless Robotnik slave built into roboticization is.

And yet Sonic M. Hedgehog, the true mecha Sonic, manages to gain awareness without the usage of a power ring.

How?

Is it because he just couldn't hurt Sally, his love interest? Is it because he couldn't hurt his friends? Is it because he couldn't stand destroying his home?

NOPE (don't believe me? Read Archie Sonic issue 39 and then the mecha madness special)

He starts to regain a semblance of his free will because he almost killed Tails.

It's such a small thing, and it doesn't end up amounting to much in the moment just because he and Metal Knuckles end up duking it out until Sonic falls, damaged, but it’s highly important.

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Now let's fast forward to the return of the original Mecha Sonic. This event spans issues 86 and 87.

Now, the big conflict of this arc is that Mecha/Metal Sonic has kidnapped Tails and restrained him at the top of a volcano that is going to erupt very soon. Tails spends most of the arc in the damsel in distress role and acts as motivation for Sonic to fight Metal.

And really, Sonic isn’t having any of this Metal kidnapping Tails business

He spends much of the issues fantasizing about/trying to destroy Metal while trying desperately to get to Tails, but there are two moments that stand out from this in issue 87. Namely, the moment when Sonic realizes how similar Metal is to him when he was Mecha Sonic, and during the Tails + Sonic vs Metal fight, where he tries to relate to Metal. During the former:

At this point, Sonic first realizes how similar he and Metal are, but he doesn't think too hard on this. Instead, he ops to think about what makes them different (Metal's lack of humanity, or at least the lack of attempt in keeping a semblance of humanity).

During the latter:

Here, although Sonic spent much of the arc trying to save Tails and dealing with his anger towards Metal, he tries to reason with Metal. Whether he really believes he can get through to him or not, the point is that he tries. Even if he can't convince Metal, at least he can distract him enough for Tails to fly to safety.

Now, here's what's also interesting about these scenes. Sonic doesn’t actually mention how he began to fight his programming, only that he had to to preserve his last bits of humanity. We will come back to this.

Now, during this scene, Sonic bids Tails to escape, but Tails will not.

This scene is important. Sonic is having difficulty getting through to Metal, he bids Tails to leave, and while Metal goes on about how feelings make them weak, and then about how Tails *is* actually going to leave Sonic, Tails flies back to his side.

"No! I'm coming to be at his side so we can stop you together!"

And then...

Metal saves them. He not only saves them, he stands in the way of the magma, melts down to his core, to save the Mobians he's been fighting and toying with all day.

And despite the conversation he JUST had with Sonic, not even a page or two ago, he's going off about how he understands compassion, what it means to have the ability to go past your programming.

What happened between point A and point B? How did Metal flip flop so quickly even though Sonic's words didn't do anything.

Well, here's how Sonic puts it:

"But I think you turned the tide, Tails."

"Me? How?"

"Whatever words I said to the metal guy were just words. But when you wouldn't abandon me... That's when what I said became real to him...as if he gained some kind of robotic soul."

Now that's interesting.

If I remember correctly, later character bio type stuff on Mecha Sonic/Metal Sonic/Shard just mentions that he changed his mind after seeing Sonic and Tails' display.

But what Sonic says is pointed. It's not just after seeing Sonic and Tails' bond that Metal opened his mind. To him it's specifically what Tails did.

And I think there's some truth we can see to that! Metal would not listen when Sonic tried to relate to him using his time as Mecha Sonic, but when Tails expressed that he wouldn't leave Sonic, that he'd stay and fight to the end...

Suddenly Metal understood what Sonic is saying. Suddenly...he understood what it meant to feel, to have something to fight for.

While issues after Mecha Madness are vague about what exactly caused the true Mecha Sonic to try to fight his programming, the evidence speaks for itself.

It is so highly interesting to me that it was seeing Tails that allowed the Mecha Sonic to fight his programming, and then it was seeing Tails and his demonstration of fighting with Sonic til the end that inspired Metal Sonic to fight his own programming and give his life for Sonic and Tails.

It drives me crazy that if you boil it down, one thing that makes Original Metal/Shard so similar to Sonic/The True Mecha Sonic is that it was due to Tails that they fought their programming.

And given the evidence (using Uncle Chuck, Muttski, and both iterations of Mecha Sally as examples) of just how hard it is to maintain any sense of free will, the fact that Tails existence helped Mecha Sonic and his actions helped Metal/Shard means a lot.

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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HE WOULD HAVE

Request: could you maybe do an angst fic for eddie? idk just some fighting because he’s jealous. but honestly everything will be great, i love your writing

Summary: Eddie can't stand how close Y/n and Steve have become, mainly because he knows he can't compete with the latter. Not knowing how to handle himself, Eddie pours his heart out in the most inappropriate moment.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: angst

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Requested by: anon

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Warnings: swearing, alcohol, blood, wounds

A/N: this is way longer than I expected. I love how I exclusively get angsty requests. Good to know everyone's aware of my incapability to write anything happy lmaoooo. Anyway, thanks for the request lovely anon, enjoy<3

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"Woah... Woah woah— wait! Hold up!" I frowned at the compass, my hand raising in order to give a visual aid to my order.

Robin and Eddie didn't miss a beat before halting their oars, turning around to check on me. Nancy and Steve were already peaking at the gadget over my shoulders, as confused as I was.

"It's... Here?" Nancy questioned, more than declared, shifting her position to lean out of the boat, staring into the darkness of Lover's Lake.

"Can't be." Steve shook his head in the negative, scooting closer from behind in order to take the compass from my hand.

"No, actually, it could." my upper body rotated to meet Steve's eyes, my fingernail tapping on the edge of the boat. "Underwater. Eddie?" I'm called out, switching both my attention and my line of vision toy long haired friend. "Where did Patrick..." My question died in my throat at the sight of the boy's eyes digging holes into Steve. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great, Y/n. I'm having the time of my life." He quipped, briefly meeting my eyes, just to look away as soon as I parted my lips. "Patrick died here, if that's what your question." he killed two birds with one stone, taking the chance to both reply to my unasked inquiry and to refrain my response to his comment.

"So" Robin cleared her throat, eyes rapidly shifting from my form to Eddie's, to Steve's and then to Nancy's. "It's underwater, right? Right" she pointed animatedly below us. "Here."

"Has to be." Nancy's absentminded attitude switched fast as lightning right as I felt movement behind me. "Steve, what are you doing?"

"Someone's gotta go down there. Check this thing out." I looked over my shoulder to see the boy taking off his shoes and socks.

"No." I denied, reaching out to hold him down by his forearm, stopping him from standing up. "Why's it always gotta be you?"

"Well, unless any of you can top being Hawkins High swim team co-captain—"

"Was I not the other co-captain, Harrington?" My whine earned me a groan from Steve.

"Yeah, but you're not a certified lifeguard, are you?" The boy reasoned, lightly slapping my hand away from his arm.

I resigned myself, sharing a concerned look with Nancy, and proceeded to abandon the thwart in order to give them both some space cramped boat, which left me kneeling in front of both Robin and Eddie. The younger girl took a sudden interest in the walkie as soon as I searched for the metalhead's face.

"How are you holding up?" He shrugged, his hands turning fidgety with his rings while he so obviously refused to meet my gaze, or even communicate with me.

I knew it wasn't the time to confront him about the attitude —we had other priorities, and pressing him into talking to me around people he barely trusted would be fruitless—; yet, it had been an ongoing problem since we found him in back that shack, getting worse and worse.

I sighed in defeat, pursing my lips in a tight line before going back to my previous place; this time, only Nancy sat by my side, eyes glued on her wristwatch while we waited for Steve to return.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

"How long?" Robin's words broke an ominous silence that could have lasted anything from twenty seconds to two hours.

"Closing in on a minute." Wheeler finally peeled her eyes from the damn watch, looking around with visible worry.

"Okay, that's it." We three turned in shock to Y/n, ever the impatient one, who was already discarding her shoes.

"Woah— nonononono." My heart stammered against my chest, hands in the air, prompting Y/n to stay sat, something she obviously didn't do.

"'nonononono' what?" She spat, getting rid of her jacket. "You want him to drown?"

"Y/n. stay in the fucking boat." Though I attempted to sound assertive, it most likely came off as a plea.

A frown darkened her gaze, her movements coming to a halt for a millisecond. "Nance?" She called, not averting her sorry eyes from me.

"One minute and twenty seconds." The girl announcement cued a deafening silence, charged with anticipation.

Y/n's sweater landed on my lap, making me shoot up to take a firm grasp of her wrist, and earning a wave of complaints from the girls in the boat due to the wobbling caused by my impromptu movements.

"Guys, stop!"

"Eddie sit down!"

"Let go of my wrist!"

"I'm not letting you jump in there!"

A loud splash at my right tore a collective shriek out of us four, immediately ceasing the ruckus.

"What's going on in here?" A breathless Harrington found himself hanging on the side of the boat after a couple of strokes, curious eyes observing both Y/n and me, quickly putting two and two together. "Sit down, Jesus Christ." The fact that Y/n complied when Steve asked her to do what I had just requested from her seconds ago only fueled my resentment towards the pair. "I found it." He announced, taking the hand Y/n was offering him. "It's pretty damn big."

His last word was followed by a yank, strong enough to momentarily pull Harrington's head and Y/n's hand and forearm underwater.

Once he resurfaced, we all shared a panic-stricken look.

"The hell was that..." I muttered, fearing the possibility of my words disturbing whatever was below us.

Nancy shook Y/n's shoulder I'm distress, snapping her out of her paralyzed state. "C'monshitc'mon." The y/h/c girl took a firmer hold of Steve's forearm, planting her foot on the gunwale in order to use her whole body to pull him up.

Horrible decision, really.

They were there and...

Splash.

They weren't there anymore.

And oh, how I would wish to say I didn't think twice before throwing myself into the cold, unwelcoming water of Lover's Lake to save the girl I held so close to my heart, but I didn't.

I froze, a string of unintelligible curses dripping from my lips, hands on my head while Nancy Wheeler dove in headfirst, closely followed by Robin.

Fuck.

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READER'S P. O. V.

"—Y/n! For fuck's sake—" I found myself gasping for the intake of foul air in a world that didn't look like ours, a hand clad in chunky rings forcing me to sit up. "There you go." Eddie's voice sounded somewhat distant, yet my eyes caught him knelt right by my side. "You fucking idiot."

"Shut up." Eddie's frightened eyes shifted from my frame to something behind me, right before my back was met with yet another pair of hands.

"C'mon, dummy." Robin spoke, helping Eddie pull me up.

"Where's Steve?" I took an startled look around, not missing how Eddie's hand quickly slipped away from my arm at the mention of my friend. I tried to ignore the muttered bitter words that accompanied the lack of touch.

"Steve's fine, though he may have..." Robin confirmed, sneaking an apprehensive look at Eddie. "... Rabies. Anyways, gotta run!"

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EDDIE'S P. O. V.

"You sure you can walk?" Even his tone annoyed me. "You hit your head pretty hard. You may have a concession."

"Conc—" Y/n's snort made me peek over my shoulder with yearn and jealousy. She, Steve and Nancy sat under the rock. "Steve, it's a concussion." Her hand landed on his shoulder and I had to look away. "I swear I'm fine." Ahead of me, Robin watched with knowing eyes, the same she gave Wheeler.

God, did that suck.

Soon enough, we were advancing through the woods, Nancy leading the march with Robin trailing after her; not so far behind, Y/n ambled, taking in her surroundings as if we were in a field trip.

Maybe she did have a concussion.

I should check on her, I thought, before Steve can do so. I trotted towards the girl, who, as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, gave me a half smile.

"Hey, uh," I rubbed my hands together, eyes fixed on the ground in order to avoid those creepy vines. "You okay?"

She hummed affirmatively, "got a couple of scratches and my head hurts, but could be worse." I nodded, feeling her y/e/c irises scrutinizing me. "You?"

"Good— yeah, I'm good." Fuck, it was so difficult to communicate with her these days, and the nasty feeling that corroded my insides and fed my insecurities whenever Harrington got a bit too close to her didn't help one bit either.

Flashes of all the small moments I had seen them share those past few days hit me like a ton of bricks. Since when were they so close? And when had Steve 'the hair' Harrington turned out to be a good guy? And why the hell would Y/n put herself in danger for him?

Worst thing was, a part of me knew he would have done the same for her.

"I'm sorry I didn't throw myself into that damn lake without missing a heartbeat, okay?"

My heart stammered, eyes opening wide as I fought the urge to freeze. The words had come out in a passive-agressive grumble I couldn't manage to stop from spilling out. I didn't need to raise my gaze from the dirt to know that Y/n looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"No one expected you to dive in." Deep down, I knew she had the best intentions by saying that; she was trying to make me feel better about quite literally forsaking her earlier, but the wording...

"Yeah, 'cause why would anyone expect me to do something heroic, right?" Shut up shut up shut up, I internally yelled at myself; not only did I not listen, but also started to raise my voice "Leave that for King Steve, am I right?"

"woah— okay, enough."

Y/n had been patient for the time they had spent on me. She was understanding of my situation, but I was out of line, and she could only take so much.

"Everything good there?" Steve had most likely caught on the conversation; he was just a few feet behind.

"Peachy." Y/n deadpanned. When I finally met her gaze, I regretted every word that I had just vomited. "Where's this even coming from?"

Terrified of being confronted by Y/n, I attempted what I had found out I did best; run away.

Her hand got a firm hold of my leather jacket's sleeve before I could go far. "Don't you dare."

"You were sooo ready to dive in for him." Please stop talking, please stop talking.

"I'd have jumped for any of you." Her brows were knitted and her jaw clenched, and I knew I was on the wrong but why did she have to look at me as if I was making things up? "Steve just happened to be in the fucking water, y'know, since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit."

" 'since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit.' " I bitterly mocked her words, yanking my arm away from her grasp, and wishing for the foreign ground to swallow me.

"Can you stop with whatever's going on?"

"Nothing's going on."

She threw her hands in the air, overcompensating for my uncharacteristic lack of dramatism "you're being annoying now."

"If I'm so annoying, why don't you go talk to Harrington?" I tried to hide my pain with a scornful visage.

For better or for worse, she was having none of it.

"Fuck you!" She sped up the pace, walking backwards in order to face me. "I almost got beaten up, saw a person die," she enumerated with her fingers, attracting the attention of the remaining three people with us, "had to run for my life— have you seen me run, Eddie?" She scoffed. "Got dragged into a DIFFERENT." Clap "FUCKING." Clap "DIMENSION!" Clap. "through the dirtiest lake and nearly DIED! so EXCUSE ME if I decide to skip this bullshit argument you're trying to drag me into." She shook her head in disappointment, turning her heel. "Hey Robin, Nance! hold up!"

Could this be any worse?

"Trouble in paradise?" I felt a wave of shame washing over me at Steve's cautious tone.

"Huh?"

"You and Y/n."

"What about me and Y/n?"

Steve quirked an eyebrow at my pretended nonchalant demeanor. "Listen man," he briefly motioned at Y/n, walking crestfallen between the two girls.

From that perspective, we could see the gashes on her back from those weird bats.

"You know where she should be?" I could only deny with my head, spinning my rings. "Italy."

Holy shit.

My brain would never understand how school could make English such a boring subject. I knew I'd be good at it otherwise, but it was so. Fucking. Boring.

"Eddie, focus." Y/n's whisper, appropriately loud for the library, did little to snap me out of my lethargy. It did remind me, though, that I was not alone in the calvary that turned out to be an English study session.

"I'd kill to travel the world." My whine made Y/n stared at me dumbfounded. "What's your dream destination?"

"... What?" The girl was not quite used to my random changes of topic, yet, she never told me off for distracting her and myself.

"Dream destination." I repeated with an excited smile. "Which place you'd sell your soul to visit?"

"Hmmm" she mused, gnawing the cap of her pen. "Probably Italy, but I doubt I'll ever have enough money to go."

"But your place popped up in the news, and bam! Henderson calls me." Steve pretended to pick up an imaginary phone, imitating Dustin's voice. "'A college girl named Y/n's asking about Eddie. What do I do?' and I thought, damn." He stopped me by placing the back of his hand in front of me. "She gave that up to help you."

"Well, now I just feel even shittier." I mumbled, distractedly kicking a rock. "Not only do I get you guys in trouble, I also screw up her dream trip." I stole a glance at Y/n through my lashes, only to find her already peeking at me. "She's gonna hate me forever."

"I think you're way off on that one, man." I silently questioned the boy walking besides me. "You're pretty much the only person she talks about. She was so pissed about being out of Hawkins during the summer." There was a moment of silence before Steve spoke the his last sentence related to the topic. "I don't know were or how you two left things off. I don't know if you ever dated or anything but..."

"Not really."

I shut my eyes, leaning back against the ugly paperwall covering Nicole's home. I hadn't been invited to a ton of big houses, but it just took a couple to realize that rich people had the most horrendous paperwalls.

The music was so loud that we could hear it even from the third floor —supposedly off limits—which wouldn't be all that annoying any other time, but now it was muffling Y/n's laugh.

"Ughhhh."

"What's wrong?" I could hear her smile every without opening my eyes and turning my head to her frame.

"Music's too loud."

"Too loud?" I peeked at her through my opened eyelid. She was leaning forward, her hands on her back, planted on the wall, much like her foot. Her gaze was focused on me, sporting a disbelieving half smile. "You're a disgrace to metalheads."

I took my hands to my heart with a pained look constricting my gaze. "Ouch! You're a mean," I shook my head, "mean," slowly shifting to face her, my shoulder never leaving the wall. "mean woman, Y/l/n."

"You hurt my feelings, Munson." She joked, mimicking my moves in order to meet my eyes. We stayed like that for an instant before Y/n detached herself from her resting place, taking my hand in hers. "Let's go for a walk."

"And leave your graduation party?"

She shrugged, careless, "honestly," Y/n took a step closer, her fingertips traveling up to tuck behind my ear a couple of rebel locks. "I'm over high school parties."

"Look at you, being all mature and shit." She scoffed, averting her gaze. "I should be graduating with you."

"Next year, you'll see." Her hand gave me a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey." I swung our hands, snapping her attention back to me. "Don't forget about me once you go to college, okay?"

"Pfffttt." She increased the swinging in response, staring into my soul with her mesmerizing eyes. "How could anyone forget about you? In any case," without letting go of my hand, she crouched to grab her red cup from the floor. "you don't forget about me."

"Dunno," I looked up, pretending to ponder my words. "you're pretty forgettable." Her palm came in contact with my chest, pushing me back playfully and leaving me praying to whatever was out there that she hadn't noticed how hard my heart was pounding due to our proximity.

"Y'know what?" She returned her drink to the floor. "If you want," Y/n took a firm hold of my leather jacket's flaps "I can give you something to remember me." I gulped, my mildly intoxicated body not opposing to her hold as she dragged me to the further corner from the stairs that led to the actual party. "Just if you want." She whispered, coming to a stop once she dimmed we had enough privacy.

"Are you going to, like, kiss me? 'cause" I managed to sputter with a nervous laughter, not quite understanding how my legs hadn't given out yet. "I-I might pass out if you do."

"In that case, I won't." She tsked her tongue, letting go of my jacket with pursed lips. "Can't have you hitting your head or something."

The girl took a step back with a devilish smirk; I barely registered my following movements, only catching the amusement crossing her face before our lips met in a drunk, lazy kiss.

"Consider giving it a shot, then." Steve genuinely suggested, giving me a pat on the back before jogging to reach the girls.

Before I even registered it, we were at the Wheeler's house, waiting for Nancy to find a proper way to communicate with Dustin. As I was scanning the place, I didn't realize Y/n had approached me, by Robin's request.

"That was really cool." Her voice was soft and low, but still managed to make me jolt away from the curtains. "Sorry— the Morse code thing, I mean."

"About damn time I made myself useful." I tried to laugh my own self deprecating comment off; unfortunately, it put up a frown on Y/n's face. Clearing my throat, I attempted to redirect our interaction, vaguely motioning at her form. "You should, uh... Check your back."

Her eyes squinted in confusion, endearment tugging up the corner of her lips. "A bit difficult, isn't it?"

"I'll check it for you. Let's—" I looked over her shoulder, mildly raising my voice. "Hey, Wheeler! Can we borrow your room for a moment?"

The younger senior gave me a side eye, but nodded nonetheless. I cued Y/n to head to Nancy's room with a light bow, which she did, thanking the brunette on her way out.

Once we found ourselves out of sight and nosey ears, the girl before me cleared her throat. "Are you actually gonna check it out?" She removed the plushie from the mattress and plopped down on top of it. "Or was it an excuse to talk privately about whatever's going on with you?"

"Both?" I shut the room's door behind me wandering around to find any piece of fabric mildly clean. "We didn't really have time to check yo— woah!"

"What?" Y/n shrugged at my shaken reaction, her shirt hanging loosely on her arms as if she had just pulled it over her head, which she probably did. "You wanna check it or not?"

If I hadn't known any better, I would have said her cheeks had acquired a dark shade of pink.

"I— no, yeah— yeah." After somehow managing to prevent my eyes from roaming her upper body, I circled the bed, reluctantly reaching for the bandana tucked in my back pocket. "It's... Not so bad." I declared, kneeling on the mattress right behind her.

"Duh," she puffed. "I didn't even notice."

"Yeah, 'cause you were fucking unconscious."

"Touché."

"Dumbass." I muttered under my breath, ever so carefully scrubbing the dry blood from around the gashes with the patterned kerchief. "I thought you were, y'know," glancing over her shoulder, she raised her brows expectant. "Dead."

"I would be," she confessed, turning back around with a wince due to an incautious swipe of the bandana over her wound. "Had it not been for you."

"For them." I corrected. "I could've jumped earlier, and I didn't."

"To be fair," Y/n tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner. "You didn't have a solid reason to jump."

"You're a very solid reason to jump into— actually, you're a very solid reason to do anything." I felt my heart miss a beat at my own quiet words while I waited timorous for Y/n's reply.

"Am I?" Her tone was unsure and gloomy. "I've been feeling very shitty lately. Can't remember the last time I did something right." She threw a leg over the bed in order to make eye contact with me, the bottom part of her face hidden behind her arm, resting atop her bent knee. "Specially when it comes to you."

Finding myself at a loss of words, I could only, put down the bandana and avert my gaze from hers.

"Truth is, I've been avoiding you since my graduation 'cause I'm— well— stupid." She let out a rueful laugh. Y/n most likely noticed I was about to reassure her; not a single word had come out of my mouth when she stopped me. "Eddie, don't. I may be a coward, but I'm not gonna make up a crappy excuse for giving you the cold shoulder after..."

Silence.

"Harrington said you'd be in Italy right now." My irises raised to hers, examining her every move at my statement.

"He gotta button his lip." She pinched her nose.

"Why didn't you leave?"

"Because I love you." The statement knocked any sign of jealousy out of me, leaving me in a state of absolute panic instead; in fact, my head was buzzing so loud that I didn't even realize Y/n seemed to be going through the same emotions, pink once more staining her face. "Y'know, like, you're my— my friend, and you were in danger."

Her friend.

Why did that hurt?

"Do you like Steve?" The question escaped my mind, but Y/n wasn't shocked by it; on the contrary, I could see the gears of her head turning until they clicked.

"Is that what all of this is about?" She put her shirt back on with a wince. "You're being a pain in the ass because you're jealous of Steve?"

"I'm not jealous." She gave me the look, making me groan out of frustration, shooting up from the bed in a sudden movement that startled both of us. "Can you blame me? Really? You two are all over each other, and he's cool, and rich, and brave, and apparently a fucking good dude?!" I took my hands to the back of my head, trying in vain to keep my emotions at bay as I paced the room. "And you know what? He WOULD'VE jumped into that musty lake after you!" Y/n raised to her feet, circling the bed with her mouth open. "I'm not a interdimensional hero!"

"Eddie—"

"Actually, I'm the furthest thing from that— from him!" My monologue faltered at the gentle wrapping of Y/n's hand around my wrist, her eyes staring at me with sympathy. "S-So cut me some slack for getting... a bit jealous of Steve fucking Harrington being as close to you as I used to be."

A series of rushed knocks on the door brought us back to reality— more like to this alternate reality.

"C'mon lovebirds," Robin pushed the door open, Steve and Nancy peeking over the blonde's shoulder. "We gotta bike to Eddie's trailer."

"What—"

"We'll fill you in on the way, c'mon!"

I cursed under my breath; at that point, I had decided to just do as they told me and not question it. Y/n had come to the same conclusion, so out we went, trailing after the three people.

"Wait," I stopped Y/n, who walked before me, and, after taking off my leather jacket, I draped it over her shoulders for her to slip her arms into it. "So you don't get cold."

She muttered a quick 'thanks' that sentenced the conversation to an abrupt end; just as I attempted to walk past her, though, her hand attached to my now bare forearm. "Eddie?"

"What is it?"

"I like Steve, just not like... that." She made sure I understood, putting an exaggerated emphasis on the last word. "My type's not really interdimensional hero. It's more like, uh..." she squinted her eyes, suppressing a smile. "Misunderstood nerd mistakenly framed for murder."

It was my turn to blush, mouth in agape. All this months thinking that one kiss was a product of careless flirting and cheap beer, when, hopefully, it was something more.

"So please drop the attitude, alright?" She added, leaping to plant a quick kiss on my cheek, right by the corner of my mouth. "C'mon, lover boy."

As ridiculous as it might sound, in the horrible situation we five had found ourselves into, Y/n's lips brushing my cheek was all I needed to feel reassured, and her fingers intertwined with mines, all I needed to feel safe.

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