#though y'know what maybe i'll move it a bit up again
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Through the Years
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ.
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ (ɴᴏ ꜱᴇx) ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)
ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ᴏᴠᴇʀ 5ᴋ (ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ)
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
December 7, 2005 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)
"You know you're practically a senior citizen now."
Gojo's head whips around, insulted at the idea of being called old. Sure he's got white hair but he's just turned 16, not 61.
"You're only a year younger than me, y'know. You'll be 16 soon too." He grins
Gojo grins as you roll your eyes next to him.
"At least I don't have white hair already." You point out
"Whatever, at least I'm not two inches tall." Gojo laughs, resting an elbow on your head.
"I'm still growing!" You defend, angry at the idea of staying the same height forever. "Get your ugly arm off me!"
"I'll have you know my arm is gorgeous," Gojo says, blue eyes catching the sunlight as he easily matches your pace.
"Mmhmm." You roll your eyes
To keep it simple, Satoru Gojo got under your skin. Perhaps it was that annoying smile or maybe the fact that your clan notoriously hated his. All you knew was that he drove you insane and you wished he'd just disappear so he could never bother you again.
"Where is everyone? I thought we agreed to meet here at 4," Gojo whined next to you.
"Worried your boyfriend stood you up?" You tease. thinking of the dark-haired boy who was usually joined to Gojo's hip most days.
"Suguru would never do that to me." Gojo smiles, unwrapping a lollipop he had stuffed in his pocket.
"I dunno, what if he finally got sick of you, Gojo?" You say, knowing it was impossible.
A soft ding interrupts your conversation with the boy and Gojo fishes his phone out of his pocket.
"HA! Told you he'd never stand me up!"
Gojo's phone is obnoxiously close to your face as he prompts you to read his chat with Geto.
On our way. Nanami needed to be convinced.
Another ding sounds and a picture of your fellow first years pops up Haibara is dragging Nanami down the sidewalk by his arms.
"Idiots." You murmur
"I see that smile! You got a crush on Nanamin?" Gojo's voice fills your ears as his pointer finger pokes at your face
"Piss off, Gojo." You groan "I hope one of Geto's curses eat you."
April 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)
"You totally just cheated!" You accuse the blonde across from you
"Have you considered that you're just terrible at Jenga?" Nanami asked
"Have you considered that you just moved the table during my turn so you'd win and not me!" You groan
"It's just Jenga, Zenin. We can just start over." Haibara points out
"Not with a cheater playing." You roll your eyes
Haibara smiles as he begins to pick up the fallen blocks from the floor. You had been on edge for a few days now and your temper was beginning to get a bit out of hand. He had asked Nanami what he thought was the matter and the two of them had come to the conclusion that it had to do with your visit with the head of the Zenin clan.
"That's enough for today. I'm going to take a nap." Nanami declares
"Ugh, what a party pooper." Haibara teases, elbowing you.
"In case you forgot, Zenin here did me the favor of hitting me hard enough that I nearly passed out today in training." Nanami reminds the two of you.
Ah right, that. You had gone a bit too hard today sparring with Nanami.
"Oh, I forgot about that," Haibara says
"Yes. You should let Zenin get some rest. Her technique is draining, she's said so herself.
Sure, Phantom wasn't exactly easy to pull off but you wanted to keep playing. You wanted to kick Nanami's ass in Jenga.
"Alright. Let's eat dinner together tonight though. I have these awesome cookies in my room you'll both like." Haibara declares before following Nanami out of your room.
Perhaps Nanami was correct, a nap did sound enjoyable right now. A quick nap and then maybe you'd cook something to share with the boys tonight. Perhaps a couple of rice balls or maybe some chicken.
No sooner had you gotten comfortable under your blankets that your door swung open and Gojo was running into your room, Geto close on his heels.
"Satoru, you should always knock on a girl's door before barging in." Geto scolds his friend for you.
"It's fine, Suguru. It's not like she's getting changed or anything." Gojo grins looking down at you who had remained buried under your covers.
"And what if I was?" You scowl from your blankets
"I would've screamed in horror and asked Suguru to exorcise you." Gojo says flashing that oddly charming smile of his.
You're sure he could get away with murder if he just flashed those pearly whites.
You ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you sit up.
"I was about to take a nap but I guess it can wait." You say
"A nap? What are you four?" Gojo teases
"Yeah probably." You agree
"Not everyone is as energetic as you are Satoru." Geto reminded the white haired boy
"Yeah, what Geto said. Not everyone is a walking ball of energy." You say
Geto had always been your favorite of Jujutsu High's strongest duo. He didn't call you short or try to steal your food. Or maybe it was his long hair that seemed to always look better than yours.
Plus then there was that time Gojo snuck into your room to try and shave your eyebrows off. Sometimes you swore the elders of the Gojo clan were sending the six eyes user after you on purpose.
"Whatever, loser." Gojo said trying to reach and mess up your hair.
"Would you stop that! I'm not a child!" You groan
"Then why're you the size of one?" Gojo laughs
Even Geto laughed at that one as you shove Gojo out of the way.
"Why are you two even here? Can't you go bother Shoko for once?" You ask
"Shoko said you've been in a bad mood the past few days." Geto started
"So we've come to cheer you up!" Gojo finished
You watched wide-eyed as Gojo dumped the bag he was holding onto your bed. Every possible sweet fell out accompanied by different DVDs.
"For the record, I told him it was too much candy but he didn't listen," Geto says as Gojo riffles through the movie choices.
One DVD case catches your eye as Gojo argues with Geto about his sugar choices.
"Are you a Rachel McAdams fan, Gojo?" You ask as you hold up Mean Girls.
"Duh." Gojo grins before swiping the case from your hand to pop it into the player you had
"Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George."
"Y'know you're kinda like Regina, Satoru," Geto says observing the movie.
"Am not." Gojo rolls his eyes sipping at his soda
"Sure you are." Geto smiles
"Yeah right." Gojo scoffs "Whaddaya think, Zenin?"
Gojo looked at you for an answer but was met with you asleep next to him, head resting on one of those massive stuffed animals you kept. You're drooling a bit and he can't help but think that you're a bit cute like this.
He reaches to shake you awake, determined to get your opinion on whether or not he is like a spoiled teenage girl.
"Let her rest. I heard that her and the other first years went pretty hard today training. Nanami took a big blow to the head from her using her technique." Geto stopped his best friend
"I wish she'd show me her technique. She explained it to me once but I still don't get it." Gojo huffed
"I'm pretty sure Phantom just multiplies her and then she closes the distance with her real body. I watched her use it on Haibara a few months ago." Geto explains
"Whatever...I still want to see it with my own eyes." Gojo declared
The TV hummed softly as they sat in silence while Regina George got hit by a bus after rushing out of her school.
"Why do you think she's been in such a bad mood recently? I heard her yelling about Jenga earlier." Geto asked
"I'm not entirely sure but I think it probably has to do with Nabito Zenin." Gojo said "His archaic way of doing things is probably upsetting her. I heard that she had some meeting with him recently."
Geto lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.
"Nabito is probably trying to stick her in some arranged marriage. I wouldn't be surprised if it was with his own brat, Naoya." Gojo elaborates
"You know a lot about the Zenin Clan, Satoru," Geto points out
"Well the last Six Eyes and Infinity user was killed by one of them, so I think I'm entitled to a little knowledge. " Gojo defends
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to her though, especially if you know what might be going on with her clan." Geto suggests
"I'm perfectly nice." He defends
"Yesterday you said you were going to shave her head in her sleep because she ate one of your french fries."
"I was joking!"
November 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 16)
"Happy Birthday, Zenin!" Haibara called "Have fun with your family!"
You smiled and waved at Haibara and Nanami as you got into the car that had been sent to pick you up.
Fun. This trip would be anything but fun.
Snow was falling as you entered your childhood home. The soft scent of lavender filled your nose and calmed your nerves.
"You're back! I'm still cooking!" Your mother exclaimed as she emerged from the kitchen
"Yeah, there wasn't much traffic." You reply, trying to release yourself from her bone-crushing hug. Seriously with her strength, she'd probably be able to exercise curses.
"Go wash up. Your father will be back soon and he is bringing Nabito-san and his son." Your mother says
Dinner is quiet. Or rather you're quiet next to your mother while Nabito and your father discuss something about cursed techniques and something about Toji Zenin's kid.
"Your face is plain." the boy across from you suddenly says
Your mother momentarily freezes but quickly regains her composure.
"Yes well, sometimes plain features are best. Just think you wouldn't want every man looking at your wife." Your mother says
Did she just agree to you being plain featured? You looked like her for crying out loud!
"Whatever," Naoya mumbled before shoving more rice into his mouth.
What a pig.
You're not entirely sure why it's happening. Perhaps it was the dinner with Naoya that had your brain going crazy. But ever since you got back from your parents' home you can't stop staring at Gojo. Was it because he represented everything your clan hated? Or maybe it was because he was insufferably annoying? Whatever the reason, you swore he was drawing you in.
"You should stop staring. You might put a hole in his head." Shoko says
"I wasn't-"
"Don't lie to me." Shoko smiles knowingly
You definitely weren't staring at Satoru Gojo. Nope. Not in a million years. And you definitely didn't get butterflies whenever he looked your way. That would be ridiculously, ridiculous.
August 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)
"I don't get why I wasn't assigned with you two. I mean we're always going on missions together." You grumble
"They probably need you to help Gojo train more. Your technique is perfect for him to strengthen his Six Eyes, Zenin." Haibara points out
"It's just a grade two. We'll be back before sundown." Nanami assures
"Yeah, then we can watch a movie and get fat off popcorn," Haibara says
"I'm choosing tonight. I don't want to watch another Pirates of the Caribbean movie." Nanami declares
"But Jack Sparrow is so sexy!" You groan
Haibara laughs in agreement with you.
"See you later, Zenin! I can't wait to bully Nanami into watching Pirates of the Caribbean with you tonight!" Haibara declares
See you later, Zenin!
See you later.
You should've gotten into that damn car with them. Your technique was better than both of theirs. Maybe if you had...just maybe you wouldn't be staring down at half of your friend.
Geto was next to you, looking down at his body, He was silent, long hair blocking his face from you.
Nanami sat behind you, a damp cloth over his eyes.
"You need to rest for now, Nanami," Geto suggests, his soft voice filling the silence.
"Damn it. I should've gone with you two." You say, your voice dripping in regret.
"You could've gotten killed too, Zenin." Nanami sighs, his voice is tight like he's holding back tears.
A soft summer breeze blows through your hair as you sit on a bench. You had left Geto and Nanami with Haibara, not wanting to see the bloody sheet he was under anymore.
"Hey."
You glance up from where you had been picking at your nails, willing yourself to hold it together.
Gojo stood over you, hand stretched out with a piece of candy in it.
"I heard what happened." He said sitting next to you as you unwrapped the candy and popped it in your mouth.
"You wanna talk about it?" Gojo asked
"Not really." You sighed
"You don't seem too sad," Gojo said quietly
"I think I will be...later on. Once I'm alone." You say
"Yeah, me too." He replied.
Silence enveloped the two of you as you focused on the taste of the candy in your mouth.
"I gave you the green apple. It's my least favorite." Gojo said
"Thanks." You reply
September 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)
In accordance with Jujutsu regulations, Geto Suguru is sentenced to death.
For once in his life Gojo Satoru is not buzzing around you like an excited puppy. You can see him, sitting alone on the steps of Jujutsu High.
The deaths of 112 people including his own parents rests on Geto's hands. You couldn't believe it when Nanami read the report to you. But now, seeing Gojo alone confirmed it.
You don't know what you're going to say to Gojo as you approach him. What do you say to the person who's just lost their best friend to a life of being a curse user?
"I know you're lurking back there," Gojo says
Damn it.
"I wanted to give you this." You mumble tossing him a lollipop before sitting next to him, probably a bit too close for someone who swore you weren't interested in him.
Gojo softly smiles and accepts the candy.
"Did he say what he wants to do next?" You ask
"He wants to exterminate all non-sorcerers from the world," Gojo says
An unattainable goal.
"That's impossible." You say
"That won't stop him." Gojo points out
A soft weight taps you and the sweet scent of Satoru Gojo's shampoo fills your nose as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll see him again. Even if it's not for a long time, you'll talk to each other again." You assure him.
"Yeah, I hope so," Gojo admits
His voice is a whisper in the breeze, a prayer for the future.
Christmas 2009 (Gojo: 20 You: 19)
"You have to stay quiet, Gojo!" You groan looking at your friend next to you
"This costume is so itchy though! The beard is gonna make my skin all red!" He whines
"Suck it up." You command
Gojo lets out another groan but helps you finish arranging the copious amounts of gifts he had ended up buying for Megumi and Tsumiki.
"Alright, it's perfect. Now go stand next to the tree."
Gojo listens to you and lets out a huff of embarrassment when you snap his picture.
"That better be for your eyes only." He says
"Oh definitely don't worry about it." You brush him off before quickly sending the picture off to Nanami and Shoko. They're sure to get a kick out of it.
"Remind me why I asked you to help with these brats again," Gojo says as he notices you sending his picture.
"Cuz' these brats would be dead if you were the only one watching them, Gojo." You say
"I'm a great caregiver." He says
"You wanted to get Megumi a pink tutu for Christmas." You say
"He would've looked great!" Gojo defends
"He would've set his Demon Dogs after you." You say
"Would not."
"Would too."
"Would not!'
"Would too!"
"What's going on?"
You and Gojo stop your bickering to see sleepy-eyed children hovering on the steps, dark hair out of place and a frizzy mess atop their little heads.
"Santa and I were just arguing about what cookie is best!" You grin
"That's not Santa. That's Gojo in that costume you ordered off Amazon last week." Megumi points out. "I saw the order details on your laptop."
Who the hell does this kid think he is?
"What? No! This is the real Santa from the North Pole!" You scramble
"Megumi, just go with it!" Tsumiki whispers to her little brother, "They obviously don't know Santa's not real!"
Is it a crime to toss a child out a window?
"The jig is up!" Gojo declares beside you as he rips off his fake beard. "Now let's get to the real fun stuff! Mistletoe!"
Gojo grabs a sprig of mistletoe from between the couch cushions. Curse him and his hiding spots.
"Pucker up, hot stuff!" Gojo says as he reaches for you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close.
"Gross." You say pushing his face away from you, you hope he can't see how red you are.
Why the hell was he like this? The past few months Gojo had been all over you. Be it flirty gestures or just plain Gojo weirdness, he was consuming every bit of you and you weren't sure if it was a bad thing.
"You're blushing," Megumi says
"Aha! I knew you wanted a kiss from me!" Gojo exclaims chasing after you as you try to escape up the stairs.
Seriously, is it a crime to toss a kid out a window?
March 2011 (Gojo: 21 You: 20)
The harsh slam of the front door wakes Gojo from the peace that had taken over the house. Megumi and Tsumiki had gone to bed and he was kicked back on the sofa, face mask on and Harry Potter was running on TV.
"I'm going to seriously kill that asshole one day." You groan as you rummage through the fridge
"I take it the meeting with Naoya didn't go well," Gojo said
"Didn't go well is the understatement of the millennium." You groan sitting down next to him a slice of cold pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.
"Tell me about it," Gojo says pulling your feet into his lap.
He listens to you vent about your "fiance" and how annoying he is. Naoya wants you to cut your hair a certain way and to stop wearing the color red. Apparently, you also need to start wearing lipstick now according to the man as well.
"Honestly I hope he gets hit by a bus tomorrow." You groan "And what the hell is wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing. I think it suits you nicely." Gojo smiles, knowing it's true. You're as pretty as a picture even when you're mad at the world.
"Thanks." You sigh "That wasn't the worst of it though"
"Oh? What else did the scumbag say this time?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious
"Well beyond my appearance, he asked if I was still a virgin today." You say
"Are you?"
"Ow!" Gojo yelps as he rubs his arm where you punched him
"Yeah, I am you idiot!" You seethe, placing your wine and half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, "He's only asking cuz' he found out that I'm spending time around you and I guess he's worried about impurity."
"We're just friends," Gojo says "Besides who cares if a girl's slept with someone before? I know I wouldn't."
His words feel like glue in his mouth. Can you tell he wants to be more than friends?
"I know that, and you know that. But he must think I'm whoring myself out to you in exchange for a place to live." You say sadly
Gojo can sense that Naoya's words are under your skin and bouncing around in that pretty head of yours. A head that should only be filled with the happiest of thoughts, preferably ones with him in it.
"Hey, forget about him. It's none of his business what company you keep and what you look like." He assures, reaching his arms out to pull you into his side.
"He's technically my fiance y'know." You sigh as you let him reposition your body so your head rests on his chest. "I'm supposed to want to please him since he's a man."
There's that stupid Zenin clan mindset, that Gojo can't stand.
"Screw that! Pleasing someone just cuz they're a guy is so 200 years ago." He says
"Tell me about it." You groan
"I could just send a hollow purple his way if you want." Gojo suggests, fully serious "Just a small one. It would be the perfect way to get rid of him."
"And what? Start a full-on war between two ancient clans over me?" You laugh
"Of course," Gojo confirms, pulling you closer to him
To him, you're worth starting a thousand wars if it means you'll finally let him be by your side all the time.
"By the way, is that a charcoal mask?" You ask
"Yup. Got it from the mall today, gotta stay hot for the single ladies out there."
"Gojo?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a really weird guy."
December 2011 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)
"We have to stay quiet, 'gumi." The girl reminds her little brother
"What's the point? How do we even know they'll like this?" He asked
"Who wouldn't enjoy breakfast in bed?" Tsumiki asked
She had a point.
"Yeah, but Gojo and Zenin don't even sleep in the same room. So are we surprising them separately?" Megumi asked as he poured orange juice into cups, he didn't think he had the balance to make it up the stairs with a tray of food.
"Nope! I checked Gojo's room before I woke you up. They're in his room together. I think she had a nightmare or something last night." Tsumiki says, "And we're not supposed to call her Zenin, remember? She said we could just use her first name."
"Oh, right," Megumi says
The couple? No, friends? Whatever they were, the two individuals that had taken him and his sister in were odd. Megumi was sure that Gojo was insane or maybe missing a piece of his brain. Just the other day Gojo had dangled him out the window for asking why he owned pink underwear as a 22-year-old. It was a genuine question on Megumi's part. As for you, you were definitely his favorite. You didn't try to dangle him out windows or mess up his hair, and most importantly you didn't constantly ask about his cursed technique.
Gojo was definitely the more annoying out of the two of you. How you put up with him was a mystery to Megumi. Tsumiki had once said that there was a "budding romance" between Gojo and You. Megumi thought she was reading too many of those romance books you bought her. Of course, he understood why she was saying that. You and Gojo were clearly close to each other, not to mention sometimes you even slept in each other's bedrooms. And then of course there's the many times when you're cooking and Gojo would wrap his arms around you from behind.
Alright, fine maybe Tsumiki was right about the romance.
"Alright, they're done. What do you think?" Tsumiki asks as she places two plates of something on the tray that sits in front of him.
"What are they?" He asks
"They're pancakes." Tsumiki blinked at Megumi as though it was obvious
"Right, of course." Megumi didn't want to make her angry, after all the last time they got in a fight Tsumiki pulled his hair so hard he swore he was partly bald in that spot for months.
"Ok lets go. You get the silverware and the drinks." She says
Gojo's bedroom is so dark, that Megumi nearly trips on his own feet as he blindly follows his sister.
Tsumiki carefully set the tray of food on the desk that was covered in various papers and candy wrappers. Why was Gojo such a slob? Tsumiki pulls the curtains open so the morning light can invade the space.
Megumi carefully observes the pair in bed. Gojo's arm is wrapped securely around you and your head rests on his chest. Megumi finds himself wondering if his father and mother were ever like this. Not that it matters since he can't even remember either of them.
"Surprise!" Tsumiki shouts and Gojo's eyes fly open
"Whaaats going on?" You ask groggily
"We made breakfast!" Tsumiki smiles placing the tray in front of the two adults.
"I have orange juice." Megumi mumbles
"Oh wow!" You smile, rubbing at your eyes, and immediately sit up.
"What is it?" Gojo asks, white hair messier than usual.
Megumi knew it wasn't obvious that they were pancakes.
"Pancakes of course!" You smile at them and Megumi doesn't miss how you pinch Gojo and whisper "be nice" to the white-haired man.
"They have blueberries in them," Megumi says
Gojo's face falls at the idea of a breakfast lacking sugar.
"And chocolate chips." Tsumiki chimes in
Gojo's face is all smiles again as he cuts into the food.
"How is it?" His sister eagerly asks
"It's wonderful. Delicious. Thank you, Tsumiki and Megumi." You compliment
A wide smile breaks out across his sister's face and she grabs Megumi by the arm.
"Alright, we'll let you two eat in peace then." She smiles, practically skipping out of the room.
Just before Megumi closes the door, hushed voices reach his ears.
"Can I spit this out now? I don't think it's edible." Gojo asks
"I think mine has some eggshell in it." You reply
Hushed laughter follows and Megumi smiles to himself. Sure, the two of you were crazy but he wouldn't trade it for the world.
February 2012 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)
Gojo was sure he was actually insane. What the hell was he thinking buying this for you?
The ruby red box felt like a lead weight in his pocket as he approached you while you were slicing vegetables for tonight's supper. Maybe he shouldn't do this while you had a knife in your hand. What if you stabbed him? Well, his infinity would catch it, but still.
"Can I uh...talk to you?" He asked, well...no going back now
"Yeah, what's up?" You ask
"Can I talk to you without the knife in your hand?" He asks
"Satoru Gojo what did you do?" You accuse, immediately focusing on you
"Nothing! Why do you assume I did something?!" He cries
"Because the last time you started a sentence with "without the knife in your hand" You had encouraged Megumi to fight his school bully and then you got a call that Megumi punched a girl two years younger than him." You say
Oh right. He forgot about that.
"Alright well, no children were harmed this time. Now put the knife down." He said
You listen and he takes a big breath, he's going to need all the oxygen for this one.
"Look it might be stupid and I know Valentine's Day was last week but I got you something and I wanted to give it to you. I've actually had it since December but I keep chickening out" He explained fishing the box out of his pocket
"If that's an engagement ring I'll get the knife back out." You say eying him suspiciously.
"What? No! That would be crazy." Gojo laughs, he can feel his face burning. Fuck...he must be bright red.
"Alright good." You say taking the box
Gojo fidgets with the string that's sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt as you look at what he's done.
"Do you uh like it?" He asked
"I do. Why'd you get it for me?" You ask
Wasn't it obvious? He'd buy the whole universe for you if he could.
"You really don't have any idea?" He asks
"No...I don't." You say
Your face is relaxed, you're definitely not lying to him. You seriously have no idea that he's totally obsessed with you!
"Are you gonna say it? I still have to cut some carrots up." You sigh
Gojo lets out a noise that's so insane sounding he swears he got possessed by some evil spirit.
"I got it cuz' I thought it'd look great on you!" The words are coming out of his mouth like vomit, " And I really uh...uhm...I like you."
The last bit is so quiet he's sure you didn't hear it.
"Wow did I just get a shoujo romance confession from the Satoru Gojo himself?" You tease as his gaze remains fixed on his feet.
"Whatever. If you don't want it I'll take it back tomorrow." He grumbled
Silence falls over the two of you like a blanket and Gojo wishes he could bury himself alive. Of course, she's making fun of you! She's engaged! She's been engaged since she was 15! One necklace won't change that! Sure, her fiance was a total buttwipe but still...
"Satoru,"
His first name coming from your lips for the first time ever has his gaze snapping back up. He wishes that you'd say his name like that forever.
"I'm only teasing you. I like you too. I have for a while." You admit
"How long is a while?" He prods, suddenly filled with confidence
"None of your business, mister. Are you going to help me put this on?" You gesture to the box
Gojo is as gentle as he can be as he clips the necklace behind your neck.
"How do I look?" You ask
"Perfect." He smiles and pulls you towards him.
"I smell, Satoru. I haven't gotten to shower yet and I exrocsied a curse at a school earlier." You softly say
"Mmm, you smell good to me." Gojo says "You're always absolutely perfect. And now you're all mine."
An elated giggle leaves his body as he finally gets to kiss you for the first time. If only his 17-year-old self could see him now.
"That's disgusting."
You jump away from him and he wishes you hadn't.
"Megumi, how was school?" You ask and Gojo doesn't miss the way you're obviously flustered.
"It was good. Until I came home to see that." He says
"Well get used to it cuz' you'll be seeing a lot more of it." Gojo grins as he pulls you towards him and tosses an arm around your shoulders.
"She's all mine now, little man. You're not allowed to give her a Valentine's Day card ever again!"
"Satoru, stop that!"
"So are you two finally dating?" Tsumiki asked hopefully
"Course' we are. You don't come home to two people sucking face and expect them not to be officially a couple."
Gojo deserves the punch to the stomach you give him before resuming your vegetable cutting.
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As the concrete and steel groans above Hero ominously, threatening to collapse further, they could only hope help would find them soon. The both of them.
Hero looks towards where they know Villain is in the darkness, wondering how injured they might be. As if somehow feeling their gaze, they speak up. "Y'know if I had to make a list of the worst ways I've spent a Friday night.."
They've been acting too calm about this, making occasional quips, and Hero knows with almost certainly Villain is more hurt than they're letting on.
"I don't wanna hear about what nights you think are worse than this. This is pretty damn bad! And you should be taking this more seriously."
Villain's familiar laugh echoes around them. "I have had worse, even if you don't believe it. At least this time, I have some decent company."
"Can it with the flattery. I can't even deal with you right now." Hero snaps, voice shaking with pure anger. At least that's what they tell themselves, not wanting to admit to the fear swirling in their chest.
They hear Villain shuffling around slightly, and they can't tell if they're moving closer or further away or if they're simply repositioning themselves to make whatever injuries they're lying about more comfortable.
"I take it you're mad at me?"
Hero rolls their eyes. "Of course I'm mad! You brought a whole building down! On top of me!" Their voice is raising, and they have to remember that they need to stay calm or risk bringing more rubble down.
"Hey, the building coming down was an unintended side effect," Villain protests, "and besides, I did my best to shield you from the collapse." This part was at least true, Hero can remember Villain threw themselves at them at the last moment, trying to cover Hero's body with their own. Hero doesn't know why, and the thought of this fact has their stomach twisting with an emotion they don't understand.
"Just... just save it. You're wasting whatever oxygen we have down here." The way the building fell luckily allowed a little bit of space around them, the what must be tons above them being held up by a few precarious beams and pieces of metal. Still, the space was tight, barely enough to lift their head up. They didn't want to worry about running out of air on top of everything else.
"I'm not worried about oxygen. I'm pretty sure I feel a little bit of air flow over here." Villain says casually, like they're commenting on the weather.
This gives a small spark of hope inside Hero. If there's airflow..."Where? Maybe someone could hear us from here!" Hero reaches over towards Villain's side of the confined space, searching for it. Instead, almost immediately, they feel something wet and warm.
"Villain...what is this?" Hero asks, voice dropping into something quiet and fearful of the answer. It feels thick and slightly sticky. They're afraid they already know.
"I have no idea to what you mean." Villain's voice sounds exactly how it does when they're lying. Hero feels anger rising in them again, though for a different reason this time.
"I'm serious, what is this." Hero doesn't miss the metallic smell and is becoming more serious. "You said you weren't hurt that badly!" They wanted to scream and punch things right about now.
Villain sighs. "I wasn't trying to worry you more. Besides its fine, I've-"
"I swear to god, if you say you've been hurt worse, I will kill you." Hero interrupts, voice shaking. This is becoming too much. Their head was swimming, they don't know what to do.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll have to face your wrath anyways if I do manage to make it out of here." Villain laughs, as if none of this worries them.
Hero resists the urge to shove Villain. "Don't. Stop saying 'if'. You will face my anger once we're out of here."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure I'll have to bend over backward to make this up to you. Not that I'm complaining." Hero could hear the smirk on their face even if they couldn't see it.
"Just... shut up. And keep pressure on that wound if you can. I'm going to keep calling for help."
Villain just chuckles, and Hero can feel their hand reaching for their own, as if to calm Hero.
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hi hi saw you’re taking requests so i have this one that i can’t stop thinking about-
re4r!leon as best friend finding out the reader is a cam girl and then just something happens and they’ll make a video of them fucking together with a title “my best friend made me cum twice” or something lmao
btw love ur work ur amazing ughhh keep it up love you !
₊˚✧ you owe me — in which views are low so you do what you have to do
best friend!leon kennedy x camgirl!afab!reader
warnings: 1.8k words, smut, pet names (babe, sweet angel, angel), curse words, porn videos/streams, mentions of creampie, lil bit of sexual coercion, reverse cowgirl, clit play, fingering, (unprotected) p in v, praise, cream pie
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Views were down, which meant money wasn't coming in as regularly. Much to your dismay, your rent was due in a few weeks, and you barely had enough to pay for it. You couldn't really blame people for clicking off your streams, they all looked the same. The same setup, the same 3 lingeries in rotation, it was all the same. People wanted something new. You knew you had to do something, but everything was out of your budget.
You sat at your computer, watching other cam girls to get ideas of how to spice up your streams. You clicked through countless streams until one caught your attention, 'My best friend makes me cum!'. You knew it was wrong but you had fantasized of your best friend doing the same to you. Maybe with the excuse of needing money, your dreams could finally come true.
Clicking out of the stream and grabbing your phone, you call Leon. Butterflies in your stomach made you nervous, almost considering hanging up and pretending like you called him by accident but before you could move the phone away from your ear his groggy voice rang through the speaker. "Fuck, what is it? It's late y'know." He groaned. This probably could've waited until the morning.
"Sorry, I just need some help..." Your voice wasn't confident, if anything it was shaky. You had guts to ask him for help with this, and for all you know it could blow up in your face and he'd never speak to you again. "Help with what?" He sounded more concerned like he was ready to help you if you were in danger. "It's nothing serious." You start, trying to work up the courage to ask him the burning hot question. "Okay, so what is it?" He asks in the silence.
You take a deep breath. "You know how I'm a camgirl? Well, it's not going so well and I'm kinda tight with money..." You say, unable to bring yourself to actually tell him what you need help with. "So, what? You need money?" He sounds genuine, and you knew he was. You knew if you asked, he'd give you as much money as you needed. He was always selfless like that.
"No, no." You sigh, you were far too prideful to take his money. You were independent, you could make your own money. Were you really independent if you were asking for his help though? "I need help with... Shit, how do I even ask this?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Just say it." He encourages. "I need you to be in a stream with me." You say quickly like you were ripping a bandaid off. Leon was silent on the other side of the line.
"Like... for moral support?" He chuckles nervously. You cringe at yourself, regretting ever even asking him. "You know what I mean, Leon..." You bite your lip, eagerly anticipating his next words. When silence hangs over the call you decide to say something. "I'll give you 30 percent of the earnings." You bargain. "I probably make more than that in an hour." He retorts but you can hear the smile on his face. "But, I'd be happy to help. Can't have you living on the streets now, hm?" He chuckles.
Part of you feels prideful. Proud of yourself for convincing your best friend to fuck you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of people. "Be over in 20?" You ask sweetly, concealing your smile with a hand even though he couldn't see you through the phone. "Yeah, sure." And with that, the phone line went dead.
You immediately start getting ready. Fixing your hair, putting deodorant on even though you did this morning, unadmittedly shaving anywhere you could, setting up the webcam you use to make such alluring streams, and picking out and putting on a pretty lingerie set. It worked so well with your skin tone, complimenting you like no other piece of clothing.
And almost on cue, Leon knocks on your door, you answer it quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest with excitement and nervousness. "I got work in the morning, let's not take all night. Not that I couldn't go all night if I wanted." He smirks, leaning against the door frame. His smirk falters and is replaced by a look of shock when he sees the oh-so-revealing outfit that's hugging your body perfectly. "Holy shit." He whispers under his breath.
"Short and sweet. Got it." You smile, gesturing for him to come inside. After a second of staring and he finally comes back to his senses he walks in, waiting for you to show him where the magic happens. You lead him to your bedroom, your webcam set up Infront of your bed, cute little stuffed animals shoved in the corner, against the wall. He sits on the bed carefully as you adjust the camera to make sure it's perfect.
"Ready?" You ask, typing on your laptop, naming the stream. 'Letting my best friend creampie me!' "Oh, we're just going right into it? Yeah, sure." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. You give him a reassuring smile and start the stream, sitting next to him on the bed. You greet the people who initially join, recognizing a few of the names but seeing that the title has already drawn in some new customers.
Leon really doesn't know what to do, but he has a sudden wave of confidence. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's get started. The viewers are already getting antsy, they must be just as excited as I am~" Your voice was more seductive than when you were talking to Leon alone just moments ago. Leon knew you put on this act to appease the horny and lonely men, and he couldn't deny that he was one of them.
With you sitting on Leon's lap, you spread your legs. Leon watched on your computer, the stream open and playing on mute. He was entranced by the way you so effortlessly turned him on just by opening your legs. You teased your viewers, rubbing your clit over your panties. You grabbed Leon's hand and placed it over your warm cunt, encouraging him to do the same. This felt like a dream come true to him, he nearly moaned just from the contact.
He rubbed his thumb gently over your clothed clit, you moaned quietly and he couldn't tell if it was just an act or if his light touch really made you feel good. "Don't be afraid to be rough." You whisper to him with a reassuring smile on your face. Oh, god, how he wanted to kiss your face. That gorgeous, perfect face.
He takes your advice, pulling your panties to the side with no warning. Your cunt fluttered when the cold breeze of the night touched your bare skin. He rubbed small circles on your clit, rougher than before. You let out a real moan this time, throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder. You held your panties to the side for him as you read the comments.
'Fuck, so hot!' 'Wish my best friend did things like this for me.' 'Wanna see him finger that pussy!' 'Do you think he's really her best friend?' The chat was moving too fast to even read all of the comments. It hadn't been this way for months. "Chat, of course, he's really my best friend. Called him 20 minutes ago begging him to fuck me. I just had to stream it for you guys~" Leon grew hard upon hearing your words and you could feel it under your ass. It made pride swell in your chest.
Leon runs his middle finger and ring finger through your folds before thrusting them into your weeping entrance. You whined softly. You'd imagined what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you but nothing compared to the real thing. You bucked your hips slightly and Leon chucked. He fucked you with his fingers your cunt making lewd noises from how wet you were.
A ton of gifts started popping up on the screen. People were donating, and it was a lot more than usual. Knowing that people liked watching you get fucked by your best friend, made you like getting fucked even more. "Need your cock. Please." You pleaded to Leon, looking up at him but his eyes were trained on your swollen pussy. "Patience, babe." He taunted, a sly look on his face. He liked hearing the sound of you begging for his cock to fill you up.
You whined, not having any patience whatsoever. "Fine, fine. If you're gonna whine about it." He chuckled and pulled his fingers away from your delicious pussy, a thin string of your arousal sticking to his fingers before breaking when he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. You only just realize that he's probably in his pajamas which, for some reason, makes this all the hotter.
He pulls his hardened cock out of his pants, resting the waistband under his balls. He strokes himself a few times and you're so eager to ride him until you’re hazed by his cock. You slip out of your panties and look at him, waiting for the okay to fuck him. He nods and brings you closer. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds before letting you sink down and take him fully. Whimpers leave your mouth, amusing everyone watching the stream.
You hadn't even realized how big he was, too focused on just getting what you've longed for, for so long. you might be hazed by his cock sooner than you originally thought. He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles while you got adjusted to his whole length. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" He laughed with a small shake of his head.
You rolled your hips, making you both moan. You gave him no warning as you started riding him, letting his cock slide in and out of you so preciously. Both of your moans mixed in harmony. The chat went even more wild than it already was. You could only imagine how much money you were making. His fingers continued to work your clit, his other hand holding onto your hip like his life depended on it. You would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise for you to find tomorrow.
"Could fuck you for hours. sweet angel. This pussy's t'die for." He groans in your ear, matching the pace of your bounces and thrusting into you perfectly. His praise makes you clench around him. A whine coming from your throat and a moan coming from his. Leon was embarrassed at how fast he was approaching his orgasm but it felt too good to resist.
His hot ropes of cum coat your warm walls. You can't even believe that Leon came inside of you. "Shit, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, ah~ fuck, sorry." He mumbles as he rides out his orgasm. "Do it again." You beg and he feels like he just entered heaven. "Anything you want, angel." Yeah, you definitely weren't going to have any money troubles any time soon at this rate. Maybe you can even convince Leon to do this with you full-time.
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#! 𖦹 ₊˚✧ re .#leon x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy re4#resident evil#resident evil 4#resident evil smut#resident evil x reader
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odd adjustments
here -> part 2
adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader
× pairing: soapghost
× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.
× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries, (idk what the adoption process is like so were just jumping into it) <- more relevant for the second part but still here for a tw :3
It was raining outside again,
You were busy packing up your clothes though along with Miss Sullivan who was just redoing your messy folding which you appreciated she was rambling on about some old story about her own kids all grown up and gone.
"This is a very big move for you y'know hun?"
"Yeah- I um know."
"There a very lovely couple y'know—"
"I know! I-" You paused shifting a bit as you sorted threw your sketchbooks.
"I know Miss Sullivan."
She sighed as she smiled her eyes crinkling as she turned to you.
"This is going to be a great home for you..There good people! I saw how you got along with them so well"
"Mhm-"
"Oh dear I just- I'm just so happy for you.." She sniffled as she tugged you into a crushing hug which you just mumbled your thanks.
You felt nauseous as you zipped up your bag but mentally decided throwing up in your future forever caretakers home would make it ever so harder to try and act like a normal kid around them.
Which you were also failing at.
But they didn't look normal either, Not in a offensive way at all.
They were a strange couple very warm and welcoming though when they met you the shorter one his name was John? You think he was really trying his hardest not to overstep and you liked that compared to other people who had very much been too much for you.
The other guy? Simon, You couldn't help but think the man looked intimidating but cool the both of you didn't talk much when they were letting each of them have one and one time with you but when you did talk it was nice it was clear he was more of a listener than a talker.
The both of them were nice, You found out they were ex-military but not much else it was briefly brought up and they moved onto the pets they had at home two cats one named Old man the other Gunpowder which you thought was a choice.
They also had a dog named Riley you forgot the breed she was but it was clear Simon seemed excited? nervous? You couldn't really read the man well at all not to say he was emotionless but he was just very hard to understand.
Your getting lost in your own thoughts again, You sighed as you pulled along your suitcase the wheel squeaking as you pulled it along you've had it for so long your surprised it hasn't fallen off.
Shifting uncomfortably you walked towards the main entrance Miss Sullivan walking beside you you were so zoned out you didn't even notice. When you made it to the lobby it was just Simon in the waiting room you which you were confused but they were adults and both probably had jobs you figured well paying ones you guessed from how quick the interview between them and Miss Sullivan went she clearly thought these men where the best option for you.
He noticed you both as he got up slipping his phone back into his pocket, He always seemed to wear a black face mask you guessed he had some kind of condition maybe a germaphobe? Would be weird to get a kid if that's the case maybe its not servere.
"Ohh I'm going miss you honey—" Before you could even slip away she was already pulling you into her infamous bear hugs nearly crushing the air out of you as she placed a kiss on your forehead thankfully not leaving a bright red kiss mark there.
"I-I'll miss you too Miss Sullivan-" You quietly gasped as she finally stopped hugging you and you took that que as to go over to Simon before she pulled you into another one.
"You have a a umbrella?"
You shook your head as you shifted you weren't technically lying the raggedy old one that you kept purely for memory now probably would fall apart if you tried to open it.
He hummed as he just pulled out a small fitting umbrella from his pocket handing it over as he sad something to Miss Sullivan you were paying attention as you figure out how to open the umbrella before Simon started walking back picking up with uncanny ease.
"You ready?"
"Mhm."
The ride to your new house was quiet Simon wasn't talkative along asking if you were alright and shortly explaining why John wasn't here something about getting your room ready and making a special lunch which you thought was a bit much but who were you to say no to free food?.
a/n; this will just have two parts :3
#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soap cod#ghost cod#soapghost#child reader#platonic relationships#platonic love#familial love#fanfic#reader#gn reader#no use of y/n#silly family#dad simon riley#dad john soap mactavish
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𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘖𝘸𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘥 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬
warnings: angst, unrequited love
requested?: no
author's note: this based mostly on like the first verse of the song. hope you guys enjoy this, been in a bit of a slump with writing lately. also i didn't know how to stop it so sorry it's so awkward at the end lmao
JJ Maybank may not have seemed perfect to most of the people around him, but to y/n he was everything she had ever wanted.
JJ was y/n's first friend. None of the other kids had bothered to talk to her, but the energetic blonde boy ran right up to her and asked her to join him and his friends soccer game so the teams would be even, and from that day on he would never let her sit alone.
It was almost inevitable that y/n would soon grow feelings for the boy. y/n had been alone for just about her whole life. Her parents rarely payed much attention to her, and no one bothered to make friends with the quiet girl, so JJ's kindness was special to her and she didn't want to lose him. She kept her mouth shut about her crush. It wasn't worth losing him over, but it still hurt to watch him fall in love with someone else. That someone else being their friend, Kiara.
y/n knew the moment JJ started to have a crush on Kiara. She knew him better than anyone and that boy was infatuated with the kook turned pogue. It crushed her the first time she figured it out and it hurts just as much two years later which is why the acceptance letter in her hand that stated she would get the chance to study abroad her senior year of high school felt like a breath of fresh air. Until JJ found out.
"You're leaving?" JJ asked making y/n look up from her phone over to JJ who stood by the desk on the other side of her room. He held up acceptance letter with a confused look on his face. "What the hell is this?"
"It's nothing, J. Don't worry about it." y/n said standing up from her bed walking over to him. She reached out for the piece of paper, but he moved it out of her reach.
"You're moving away." JJ said eyeing the paper again. "In a couple months." He looked back up at her. "Were you going to tell anyone?"
"Of course I was, J." y/n said. "I just got the letter yesterday."
"Where are you going?" JJ asked.
"London. They have a really good program and it would be a great opportunity for me, y'know?" y/n smiled softly.
"Yeah, that's great for you." JJ nodded. "Just leave us all behind and go start a new life." He said annoyed.
"JJ, it's not like that." y/n shook her head. "I'd come back before graduation, and I'll keep in touch with you guys-"
"Until you won't." JJ interrupted her.
"What?" y/n questioned.
"C'mon, y/n. Don't act stupid." JJ said making her frown. "You'd keep in touch with us until you find new friends and then you'll forget all about us while you're living it up in London."
"JJ, that's not true. You guys are my friends. You are my best friend. I'd never just abandon you guys." y/n insisted.
"Well, it kind seems like that's what you're doing." JJ scoffed. "Why did you even apply for this? Why didn't you tell anyone, huh?"
"I didn't even know if I'd be accepted." y/n said. "I just needed to," She paused.
"Needed to what?" JJ raised a brow. He rolled his eyes when she looked away from him. "Yeah, whatever. Have fun in London." He said spitefully. He crumbled the paper tossing it at her before storming out of her room.
Maybe it was for the better that he hated her, she thought to herself. This way it wouldn't be as hard to leave.
JJ hadn't spoken to y/n in three days. He was avoiding her like the plague. It didn't help that he had told all the pogues. Fortunately, they were more supportive and understanding than he was.
"He'll come around, y/n/n." Pope patted her back.
"Yeah, hopefully." y/n gave him a small thankful smile. Her eyes trailed over to JJ who stood with Kiara running the keg. "I think I'm gonna head home for the night though." She said finishing the rest of her beer before tossing it in the trash bag.
"Okay, see ya later." Pope waved her off which she returned.
y/n glanced at JJ one last time before heading up the beach. She sighed to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets grabbing her phone out of her pocket to check the time seeing she had only been at the party for an hour. She stopped with a huff trying to decide if should go home.
"y/n!" She heard his all too familiar voice call from behind her. She turned around seeing the blonde boy jogging towards her.
"Hey." She said walking a few steps closer.
"Are you leaving?" JJ asked stopping in front of her.
"I think so." y/n nodded looking around avoiding his eyes. "Do you need something?"
"No." JJ shook his head.
"Okay." y/n trailed off. She slowly turned to leave, but JJ spoke again.
"Did I do something?" JJ asked. "To make you leave. I, I just wanna know why you didn't tell me about anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It's really complicated, JJ. I don't wanna make things worse." y/n said.
"I don't think it matters right now." JJ stated making her frown.
"Look, JJ. I don't have anything here for me, and I just want a fresh start. I wanna go somewhere where I'm more than just a kid from the cut." y/n explained.
"You have us." JJ scoffed. "Unless we don't mean anything to you."
"You guys mean more to me than anything else in the world, JJ. You mean more to me than anyone or anything." y/n paused staring at him sadly. "I'm in love you, JJ. I know you don't feel the same, okay? And that's fine. I know you and Kie like each other and that's fine because all I care about is that you're happy."
"You're leaving because of me?" JJ frowned.
"I'm leaving because of me." y/n said. "Because I need to get out of this stupid town or nothing good is going to happen for me. So please don't make me leave on bad terms with you, J." She said as tears started to fall down her cheeks.
"You're in love with me?" JJ furrowed his brows.
"I always have been, JJ." y/n gave him a small smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." JJ looked away.
"It's not your fault, J." y/n shook her head. "You've always been the best friend I could ask for."
tags: @thejuleshypothesis @jjmaybankswifes-blog
#obxologies#outer banks#obx#outer banks x reader#imagines#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank fanfics#jj maybank fanfic#jj maybank oneshot#jj maybank imagines#jj maybank x fem!reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank oneshots#jj maybank one shot#jj maybank fic#jj maybank x pogue!reader
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Need male reader smut asap pls maybe dubcon
hero hunter! garou x hero! male! reader x hero! stinger
notes: started rewatching opm with my lil' brother and got a cold, cold reminder of just how hot the characters are so y'know I had to write something...
warnings: dubcon, forced cuckolding, mlm, male reader, amab reader, garou is so mean and condescending, violence, mention of harming the reader, humiliation, public sex, degradation, alleys are dirty, quid pro quo. you're responsible for the shit you read so don't come and fuckin' bitch at me 'cause you're bein' stupid. this is meant for those who will enjoy readin' this, not you. move along.
STINGER never had a day off, but that was simply the life of a hero, especially during the recent rise of the monster association and monsters in general. The same thing went for you, never did you expect to be in the same profession as your future partner, but here you were. Despite your differences in ranking, you could care less, you weren't interested in the combat parts of hero work, you were a healer and restorer which proved to be useful in its own way. The hero association often called on you for healing other heroes, civilians, etc. You were also called for restoring destruction in the city, proving you to be quite a valuable being, but you never allowed yourself to do anything you didn't deem fair.
With the recent rise of the so-called 'hero hunter' you've been busier than ever, patrolling, restoring, healing, and all the fix-ins, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, today, the last thing you'd expected was to run into your boyfriend while out on your job. Funny, I know, since you're both heroes but this didn't happen as commonly as one would think.
"Hey good looking, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be back at home?" Stinger asked as he approached you. You were both smack dab in a neighborhood that still had a bit of people roaming around, it looked relatively safe. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you waved his words off while responding. "Same as you, the association wanted me to patrol around to heal and restore if necessary, they called me as soon as you left. So far nothing's needed much fixing."
The Class A hero grinned and rested his weapon on his shoulder as he continued to engage in comfortable conversation with you, occasionally waving at a few fans here and there who acknowledged him. You talked more like friends than lovers when you were out in public, well, except for Stinger's blatant flirting.
And then it happened.
You'd both made the mistake of letting your guards down and you would be forced to pay the price.
One second you were laughing and joking, and the next second you watch as Stinger is swatted away from you and into a nearby building like a mere mosquito, followed by the panicked screaming of the citizens around you. Everything moves slowly around you as you're frozen in place, a look of fear mingled with shock spread across your features.
"Two heroes standing leisurely around, speaking to one another like there's no immediate danger around them. Tch."
The assaulter speaks from directly in front of you, looking down at you with a grin on his face. The surrounding citizens run away from the scene, eager to preserve their lives. And in no time, it's just you, the hero hunter, and Stinger, who's just peeled himself from the dent in the building, his injuries were obvious but he wasn't Class A for no reason. He shouts at you. "Y/N! Hurry up and run!" He screams in urgency at you, knowing you did not like physical confrontation. His sudden shout seemed to trigger you into moving again as you speedily jumped back away from the one they called Garou, staring at him as you put distance between the two of you.
Immediately, Stinger gets between the two of you and holds up his spear, giving Garou a grin of his own as he gets into position for battle. "So you're the hero hunter, huh? I'll admit, you did catch me off guard but that won't happen again! I'll take you down in a pinch!" He exclaimed and charged forward at superhuman speed, using his Bamboo Shoot with great efficiency despite the bleeding heavily from his head. You watched as the two of them engaged in battle, your heart racing, egging your boyfriend on in your mind.
You should have run away like he said, but you couldn't, not with him injured like this, you would just remain in the area and heal him when you were given the chance. For now, you took to running away, ducking down into a nearby alley to watch the fight, crossing your fingers in hopes that this would end quickly in Stinger's favor.
It looked that way for a while, you could feel yourself becoming more and more relieved by the second, watching as Garou struggled against Stinger's attack, the human who called himself a monster didn't seem to be doing too well, having injuries of his own.
Stinger soon had Garou cornered, ready to further injure him to keep him from doing anymore damage, his signature grin still in place as blood continued to steadily run from his head and into his eyes.
"It's over now. Hurry up and surrender, hero hunter. You've lost."
He said, continuing to hold eye contact with Garou. The hero hunter held no smile, clearly injured as well but also seemed to be thinking deeply about something. It looked like he would be losing this battle, however, you knew that Stinger had the flaw of celebrating too early, and that was the case in this scenario.
"Oh? I'm not so sure."
Garou's words, despite him being yards away from you, sent a chill down your spine and you almost yelled for Stinger to watch out, but it was too late. The hero hunter moved even faster than before and you can't stop yourself from crying out in worry as he knocks Stinger unconscious with just a singular move, strong enough to send him barreling towards you. It was almost like Garou had planned this.
Stinger hit the ground, his body rolling across the concrete until he skidded to a stop in front of you, looking lifeless and mangled, his spear laying somewhere unknown. His eyes were closed and he laid on his stomach in front of you. With a shaken hand, you stared to reach out for him. You could heal him, he'd be okay. He HAD to be okay!
But that was too easy.
You were just mere centimeters from touching his back and activating your healing but you were dragged away, feeling as the back of your head was grabbed and your face was slammed into the ground with enough force to make you dizzy. You nearly vomited from the pain alone but were able to quickly heal yourself. The position you were in was humiliating, hunched over on your knees, hands pressed on the dirty alley in an attempt to support your body to keep it from having too much contact with the uncertainies of grossness. Garou continued to hold the back of your head, and you were unable to see him but he seemed pleased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who knew the association had just a weak hero in their ranks, Restore." He said, saying your hero name with nothing but venom. This was how you were going to die, this was how you were going to die.
You couldn't even stop yourself from trembling in fear, droplets of tears escaping your eyes as the fell onto the ground beneath you. Biting back a sniffle, you decided to plea the best you could, your voice trembling with each word.
"Plea... please. You can do whatever- whatever you want with me. Just... just let me heal him, please." You begged, not even concerned about yourself at this point, you just wanted Stinger to be okay.
There was silence behind you, too long, too quiet. It was starting to eat you alive, you wanted him to say something. And before you could plead again, you heard him chuckle dryly before he spoke.
"So. It is true. The hero Stinger and hero Restore are 'loving' boyfriends. How comedic. Almost brings tears to my eyes." He paused, seeming to think of what could possibly done next. And the next time he spoke, you could hear the smile in his tone of voice.
"Okay. I'll let you heal him, but you've gotta do something for me in return, yeah?" You then felt a presence lean over you, slender fingers moving from your head to around your neck and gripping at your chin. Soon, his breath was felt on the side of your face, devilish eyes peering at you as he continued to grin, forcing you to crane your neck to look him in the eye as he continued offering his 'deal'. Looking into his eyes was proving to be difficult, his gaze shook you to your core with how cold he looked at you. But before he added onto the deal, he couldn't help but to laugh and insult you.
"Wow. Look at you! You're seriously cryin'? That's cute. Almost makes me feel bad about what's gonna happen next, but that power of yours will help you so I won't feel too bad. We gotta deal or not, Restore?" His eyes looked from yours and then to Stinger's unconscious body, observing the hero.
"Better hurry up. He might not make it."
He then turned your face, allowing you to see what he was seeing. Stinger looked to be breathing shallowly, further solidifying your growing fear. You had no time to refuse or hesitate. What was the worse thing he could do? You still had your powers, you were practically indestructible despite not having much strength.
"Okay! Okay! Do whatever you want!" You exclaimed, shutting your eyes, not wanting to look at your injured boyfriend any longer. Everything would be okay, you can handle this, you've been beaten up before, this was nothing new.
Garou didn't move from where he was for a few seconds but then he did, moving his hand from your face. You were expecting him to move you into a better position to beat your ass but that was far from the truth.
A yelp of surprise came from you when he suddenly used one of his hands to express his brute strength, ripping through the ass of your hero costume and your underwear. The sudden cold air hit your exposed rear and the underside of your sack, your eyes widening when you were starting to come to a realization about what was about to occur. But you couldn't move.
No.
You agreed to this.
Just like before, you were frozen, unable to move. The only thing that moved was Garou's hand, rustling with something, obviously his belt and loose-fitting pants. You had ample time to escape him when he suddenly let go of you to spit in his hand and wet his cock, but no, you didn't move an inch. How could you? He was faster than you, and who was to say that if you had disobeyed him he'd let you or Stinger live.
You weren't allowed to ponder for long when he suddenly pushed the head into you. You'd already been stretched out from the earlier morning's escapade with Stinger. He was able to push into you with both ease and just a little of bullying, he was thicker than Stinger but you somehow managed to keep taking him with ease. It was embarrassing, and of course he had to comment on it.
"I already knew I'd be getting sloppy seconds, but not to this extent. You two must fuck like animals."
His words cause you to shudder and he pushes into you further, stretching you out in a way that makes you confused. As he's burying himself into you, you bite your tongue until it bleeds to stop from moaning in pleasure and pain, closing your eyes as you drop your head in indignity.
Garou doesn't give you the chance to hide from your embarassment, his arm wrapping around your neck, forcing it against his bicep as he puts you in a loose headlock, forcing your face up as he remains buried deep inside you. His head moves back to beside yours and the intimate position your in fills you with a fresh sense of shame, almost as much as his cock was filling you.
"Ever since I read about you and your powers, I wondered just how indestructible you are. I wondered what would happen if I beat you over and over and over again. Would your powers be able to keep up? How fast can you heal? And then, I started noticing other things about you. I hate heroes and everything that they stand for but you're not a hero, are you? Just some overpowered nurse. I prefer that title instead of 'hero' for you." His words made your brows furrow, thoroughly confused by what he was getting at, though you did feel a sting of hurt from his belittling. Suddenly, he pulled out of you about halfway and then slammed back in, catching you off guard for the umpteenth time as you were lurched forward, choking when your windwipe hit against his muscled bicep, an involuntary whimper soon following.
"You're attractive, no doubt. But you're so weak—" He pulled back his hips and then pistoned them forward, fucking into you with animosity, emphasizing his insulting words with each thrust.
"Fragile."
"Useless."
"Breakable."
"Cowardly."
Each hit has you further confused, unable to keep your soft moans underwraps.
His words hurt, but why were you squeezing around him with each word? Why was your dick harder than a rock? Why didn't you want him to stop?
Easily, Garou catches on but nothing can prepare you when he suddenly turns his head to whisper in your ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to blossom all over you, cock twitching in delirium.
"Oh? You like that, huh? You like hearing the truth about how useless you are? You should be ashamed of yourself. What if your poor boyfriend woke up and saw you gettin' off to this? Bet you'd like that too, huh?"
Apparently you did, seeing how you immediately clenched around him as soon as he finished speaking. Was this just your body's natural response?
You hear yourself moaning as he pounds into you from behind, skin slapping against skin at such an insane speed that you're starting to see specks of light in your vision. Your freehand moves to grip onto Garou's forearm, mainly to ground yourself, and you can barely breathe from the sheer pleasure of being fucked with such hatred and disdain. The dick is so good that you can't even keep your powers under control, healing the human who calls himself a monster without even realizing. You've healed someone during sex before many times, mostly Stinger, but not to this extent.
Eyes fluttering and rolling into the back of your head with each delicious stroke that makes direct contact with the button inside you that makes you forget your own name, you fail to notice the slight stir of the unconscious man in front of you. Garou doesn't though, in fact, he only goes faster, grinning at the realization. You should consider yourself lucky that he's still holding you in place with his arm, the headlock was saving your life in more than a few ways.
As you're getting your back blown out by the infamous hero hunter, Stinger, whom you were trying to heal just a few minutes ago, opened his eyes. Ableit he did so slowly, he blinked, attempting to have his vision adjust as familiar noises graced his ears. The sight that soon appears in front of him has him in pure shock, he hasn't an idea on how he should react. He wasn't prepared for it.
"Pleasure for you to join us, Stinger. Like whatcha see?" Garou questioned, not faltering in a single thrust. "
This must be a nightmare. That's what Stinger forces himself to think, watching in horror as his enemy has his way with you, and you seem to be enjoying yourself. But no, that can't be, this is just how the body naturally responds to sex. You didn't want this— you couldn't want this. Stinger wanted to move, but he couldn't, he was completely paralyzed, forced to watch you be repeatedly deflowered by a maniac with an insatiable need to cut down each and every hero.
Noticing his struggle, Garou only becomes more smug, but you still haven't seemed to caught onto the mess being created, more focused on creating a mess in your pants. "Aye, Restore, look who's joined the party? He doesn't look too happy. Aww, I think he's hurt." You can barely understand English right now, let alone whatever he was talking about, how could anyone have such power? But against better judgement, you blinked, trying to recollect your fuzzy brain as his words sunk in. And to your mortification, when you managed to fully open your eyes without them rolling around in your skull, you met the hurt gaze of Stinger.
Immediately, you attempted to speak, wanting to tell him why you were doing this, but you were cut off by the sound of your own moan when Garou pulled back and slammed into you with more force than before. Your mouth hung open, unable to keep itself closed, and you started to drool, eyes closing yet again as you forgot yourself.
Stinger watched and listened to everything in front of him, no words coming from him as he tried to take this all in in strides. Was he dreaming?
"Hah— think I'll use you... as a dumpster." Garou murmured, giving you no option when he suddenly started to speed up even faster, turning your poor brain into mush, drool dribbling onto the sleeve of his shirt. A few more seconds of this and you were forced to take his sticky, hot load, copious amounts of the human monster's cum spilling into you as he pushes as deeply as possible into you as he can manage, completely stopping his movements.
Once he's done, he releases you and pulls back, you fall forward, realizing that he'd been holding you up the entire time with his strength alone. And what you'd feared previously came true as you laid on your belly amongst the filth of the alley.
The hero hunter stands, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt, afterwards, he wipes his forehead of sweat. "Thanks for healin' me, Restore. I'll have to come back and find you when I get injured again. But don't worry, I'll pay you again. Later, 'heroes.'"
Garou then chuckled before seemingly disappearing with speed you'd never seen before.
Seconds, no— minutes later, what had happened sunk in and you felt shame like no other. His cum was still dribbling out of your ass when you finally regained the strength to lift yourself onto your hands and knees, avoiding Stinger's watchful gaze all together as you stared at the ground in disbelief. You'd done the unthinkable.. but, you quickly remembered your goal, slowly crawling forward to where your boyfriend remained laying. Shakily, you reached out and pressed your knuckles against his face, not wanting your dirty palms to come in contact with his skin, and activated your powers, healing him instantaneously.
Once he could feel his body again, Stinger immediately moved to sit on his knees in front of you. He spoke, but you couldn't hear a word he said as you leaned forward, the crown of your skull pressing against his chest. He stopped speaking and slowly started to rub your back in comfort as you sniffled, hoping that he could forgive you..but, then you noticed something strange.
Your eyes widened.
To your complete shock, Stinger's suit of bandages did a horrendous job of hiding how he truly felt about what happened to you.
Was he... hard?
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Reunite
Path 8: Trust
(Chapter Select)
Voice of the Hero:
Y'know I- Agh.
You shudder, and your head spins a bit.
"What? What is it?"
Voice of the Hero:
They're... communicating. Through me. It's... disorienting.
"The others? The ones we freed?"
Voice of the Hero:
A... couple of them. The, uh, funny one with the dust. And the mean one after that, with the chains. I'm... relaying a conversation between them.
"What are they saying?"
The Voice searches, connecting to them.
Voice of the Hero:
They're just trying to... Yeah. We're trying to reach each other. They are, I mean.
"We're not done yet, though."
Voice of the Hero:
I mean, I know that. The cynical one wants a plan, though. It's... It's hard to reach, but I'll ask the first one, too. He was hoping for a plan early on.
"Try not to get lost up there."
Voice of the Hero:
Don't worry. I'm here with you. It isn't like before where I couldn't focus. It was just a little unsettled when two of me had to connect their thoughts.
"What were you going to say before you got cut off?"
Your wings flap from something subconscious.
Voice of the Hero:
Oh, uh, nothing. This place is, uh, pretty nice, isn't it?
It is very nice. Shiny marble walls, floor, windows. Maybe a little too shiny. A grand chandelier lighting up the room sends bright glimmers of light bouncing off of everything, practically attacking your vision.
Voice of the Hero:
None of them were ever this nice, even the marble one last time was all dusty and cracking.
A table in the corner holds the echo of the blade once again. Though it is pristine metal, it is somehow less reflective than every other thing in the room. You grab it, and once again feel the weightlessness.
Voice of the Hero:
Another cabin, another captive.
You aren't jostled. You smile confidently as you open the pretty, glistening door.
The way to the basement is hot. The floor seems to give under your feet, made of some non-newtonian fluid only barely thick enough to stay solid for a moment. It makes you hurry as not to sink. It is well-lit, but the walls are shiny, smooth, and pitch black.
Thankfully, the floor of the basement is solid. You stumble onto it, and look back to see the clawed footprints you left in the stairs.
Voice of the Hero:
God, what are those made of?
You're back!
Your head whips around to find the source of the voice.
At the end of the bright, warm room there sits a... thing. What would be the lower part of it is liquid the shade of periwinkle, drooping in a thick puddle. Its head is completely engulfed in a mane of small, pink flowers. You can only see a smiling, carved mouth. A dark chain around their neck is quite the contrast against the bright colors. What shocks you the most is its arms, which are extended, and holding something out to you. The something is moving.
Have you brought another with you? The more the merrier! Please, let me see them!
Voice of the Hero:
Actually- Uh- Aah!
Something rips at the skin of your soul, clawing and dragging something off of you. Your skin stings like it is being pulled at. You wince, then stumble.
The Hero:
Ugh... Again...
Everything itches. You and the, now separated, other you rub your faces and arms.
There, much better!
The Hero:
You didn't have to do that... I was perfectly fine in there.
Oh, but now I can clearly hear your beautiful voice!
The Other freezes for a second, thrown off, then resumes scratching at its feathers, a bit flustered.
The Hero:
You think it's nice...?
He glances around, then his gaze catches yours. You shrug and nod in agreement. He looks pretty pleased.
On edge, but not sensing immediate danger, you step towards the Being.
The pulsing thing it continuously extends to you is wet and bloody. It sits atop an unfolded, magenta flower.
The Hero:
What... is that?
"Its heart."
It's for you!
You wince. The other you recoils, bringing its hands out in front of it.
"Do you know who I am?"
The Being's bright smile folds for a moment, remembering the lonely eternity.
You are what put me here. But I offer forgiveness!
There is a whisper of desperation in its melodious voice. Its smile widens beyond what it had been.
The Hero:
He didn't put you down here, though.
The Being seems to stumble over itself, failing to hold its form. The puddle of whatever it is loses solidness.
I believe you.
Though it sinks, its beating heart is still extended to you.
Take this from me, please, dear hero.
You are confused. Why is it exposing its weakest parts to you? The Other steps back, also put off by its compliments.
"Why are you so sure I'll help you?"
I believe in forgiveness. I will give my heart to anyone who will give me theirs.
For the first time, you are the one untrusting, and the Being is trying to convince you.
"That isn't safe. What if I take your heart and don't return it?"
It melts faster.
Why would you do that? I... I rather you didn't.
"Why do you want to trust me? Why are you so willing to be hurt?"
If I have your heart, and you have mine, you won't leave, will you?
The liquid part of it has spread enough to reach the talons on your feet. It is burning hot, and you recoil. Wax, you realize. It's made of wax.
"You're melting."
Yes, my apologies, incredibly embarrassing of me. Please look past my flaws, focus on the love I have in my heart.
"This isn't good for you. Please keep your heart."
Its arms are now fully extended, as it has lowered further to the ground but continues to offer its source of life.
It is a display of my trust. My forgiveness.
A flower falls from the array on its head. Through the hole, you see the pale underneath.
It is where an eye would be, but it is the corner of a hollow socket. Roots crawl into the darkness. Fear rises in you.
"This isn't good for you. You're going to die."
You are the only thing I know. If you won't have my heart, I see no point in life at all.
The weight of the situation grips you. You kneel to it, and place your hands on the beating heart in an instant. The hot wax burns your knees and gets stuck on your feathers.
"This isn't good! Take it back, you don't have to do this!"
Two of your hands, and one of its own, are holding the bloody muscle. It raises a soft, waxy hand to your face. Another few flowers fall. An off-white core peeks through, more roots coming into view.
I am so proud you've chosen the path of redemption, hero.
"I didn't put you here. I want to get you out."
The bright smile falls once again.
I said I believe you, dear. Even if I remember differently. I don't need to leave if you're here.
The Hero:
This is... just like the others...
The Other comments in horror behind you. You push the creature's heart towards it, desperate for its survival.
"I'm sorry you've become like this. You are hurt. Please don't fall apart."
You hang your head. Your skin burns as the Being melts. Flowers drift down into the wax, crinkling and getting absorbed.
You aren't what put me here?
"If you want to trust anything, trust that."
Instead, the Being sounds even more dejected.
Why won't you accept my heart then? Why won't you give me yours? We have no reason to hate each other, no reason to be apart.
You look at it. The roots that cover the waxy skull look like cracks. They are embedded in the eye sockets gruesomely. Every flower is beautiful up close. Panic strains your voice.
"You... don't have to fall apart... to be trusted... and loved..."
The creature slowly brings its heart closer to itself. Its smile has shrunken. The wax cools, solidifying. It barely has a torso.
This is all I know. It was... so quiet without you.
"I'm sorry."
Another flower skirts down, you catch it before it joins the half-solid wax. It is soft, but it shrivels quickly.
"I'm sorry nobody was here for you."
It laughs, and comments sarcastically.
You are here, yet you deny me.
"I'll be here for what you are. Not for what you're willing to give up for me."
Only a hero, not a captor, could hold such valiant pacifism in his heart.
It drops its head, and curls in on itself, grinning.
Nay, you must be an angel.
You hear the fluttering of feathers, and you feel a sense of worry for the creature. They close in on it, pinching at you as you unstick from the wax on the floor. Chains scrape and clang, hitting the lustrous tile flooring.
You hold your resolve as the new form comes into view, kneeling with you. This one's feathers have been preened, ready for presenting and showing displays of attraction. Its scales look weak, like it has never been attacked, and never would care to defend.
Eyes blink, unseeing at first. Then the pupils find you, and it grins widely.
The Smitten:
Ah... There you are. My, you are beautiful.
You can only breathe a sigh of relief. It is safe now.
The Hero:
Y-you couldn't see us before?
The Smitten:
Well... no, I had no eyes. Everything was dark, I could only hear and feel my beating heart. Until you came, of course.
The Hero:
I dunno. No eyes never stopped any of the other guys.
It blinks, then the new one's face contorts with excited realization.
The Smitten:
There are others? More people to see?
The Hero:
Well, we're working on the "seeing" part, but there were things trapped too, and I can help you talk to them.
The new one lights up. He rises to his feet and takes you by the hand to your own.
The Smitten:
We must go and meet these others! My heart is my own but I am welcome to new faces taking up room within it!
It flutters about you, practically drifting. Whimsy pours from its exuberant voice. It is safe, and that warms your heart.
The Other speaks with a chuckle in his voice.
The Hero:
Yeah, yeah, you'll make plenty of friends. We're nearing a dozen at this point, yeah?
The Smitten:
Surely they all are just as eager as myself to finally be free and find others to share the joys of life and love!
The Hero:
Yeah, somethin' like that.
His tone is unsteady. He is thinking about the next step. You look at him uneasily.
The Smitten:
Come now! Angel, Other, I wish to see the sky once again!
Without a glimpse of the tension, the new one practically floats up the stairs.
"I'd like to... see the sky."
The pleased look on the other you's face falls, immediately sympathetic to you.
The Hero:
Hey... we're getting close, alright?
You nod. It is quiet now.
The Hero:
Should we... Should we tell him what I've gotta do?
"Don't. He'll try to stop you."
The Other mumbles and retrieves the echo.
The Hero:
He'll hate me later, though...
It walks up to you. You stare at the blade. You don't want to go. This place is nice, the Being here cares about you.
You tear your eyes from the gleaming echo and find the other you looking back at you, concerned.
The Hero:
Are you okay?
"Just get it done."
You can't help the panic that makes you flinch when the blade is raised.
Your body moves a bit, which only makes the slaying hurt more. The echo is buried in your pounding heart. You look down at it. You can... really tell it's there.
It feels like nothing when you hold it. Why is it so real as soon as it's in your chest?
The Other, noticing you're dying slower than usual, reaches for you.
The Hero:
Did... it... work?
You take a step back, recoiling from his hand.
Everything goes dark.
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Hey I saw that you requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a fluff fic where reader is on there period and Eddie comforts the readers. Like the reader feels bad for not being able to go out cuz there in so much pain but he’s so patient and cuddle them. He’d make them laugh. He rubs their back and belly. Kisses the reader on their belly, maybe a lil make out sesh. He just so gentle and like maybe the reader has never been with a guy who’s taken her period seriously and so it just makes the reader melt at how Eddie is just so loving, yk? I hope that’s not too much lmaooo I just feel like he’d be an angel when it comes to that stuff.
thanks for requesting!! this is such a cute thought! he's very kind about it for sure. hope this is what you wanted <3
pairing / eddie munson x afab!reader
warnings / discomfort due to menstruation
All the other guys you had dated were grossed out about periods. They found it disturbing and taboo and it was a topic of conversation that was completely off limits and never to be spoken of. So it surprised you when you started dating Eddie that he didn't mind, and he was a total gentleman about it all. Why weren't any of your previous relationships like this? It only dawned on you how stuck up all the other boys really were after you started hanging out with Eddie.
You were still ashamed of it, even though it was way out of your control, but Eddie undid all of that and made sure you could be upfront and talk about it with him. You loved him so much.
"So," he says, putting down the phone, "Steve invited us over to watch The Lost Boys tonight with the others." You look up at him from your place on the sofa, momentarily taking your eyes away from the TV with a shot of nervousness. "Y'know, just me, you, Harrington, Buckley 'n Wheeler. The Fantastic Five. Could be fun." He shrugs, sitting down next to you.
In retrospect, it was a sweet idea. You hadn't caught up with Nance in a while and you were pleading to know how things were going with her and Jonathan, but now wasn't a great time. You were on your period. You were worried you wouldn't be able to power the mood swings that were practically coursing through your veins. You'd been snappy and grumpy all week and a lively social event was not what you were looking for whatsoever.
And don't even mention the pain you're in. Cramps are the all-time low of menstruation and today was a particularly bad day for them. Your brows were furrowed in an attempt to fight the cramps, another ripple of pain spreading through your groin as you let out a light groan.
"Uh... Eds..." He looks at you, only now seeing the worry framed in your pretty features, "I'm not sure I want to go... I'm on my period... and it hurts like a bitch." His confused gaze turns into a soft one. It makes your heart flutter, but you're in too much discomfort to mention it. He leans in and gives you a light kiss on the forehead and brings you in for a cuddle.
"Don't worry," he whispers in your ear, "I'll let Stevie know we aren't comin'." A wave of relief washes over you and you release a thankful sigh. He places small kisses on your relatively flushed cheeks and nose bridge and you cling to him a bit tighter before he pulls away and gets up.
"Have no fear!" He stands in a superhero pose, one fist in the air, "Super Eddie is here!" He struts to the kitchen heroically and you laugh at his antics, moving your line of sight to the TV again. You hear the kettle whistling before he returns with a hot water bottle in one hand and Panadol in the other. "Here ya go, sweet thing."
He sits down with his arm around you, stroking your neck comfortingly as you place the hot water bottle on your abdomen. "Is there, uh, anything else I can do to help?" He looks down at you with big eyes, offering more consolation. Your heart melts.
"Hold me?"
"That I can do."
You both shifted positions so that Eddie was spooning you on the sofa and looking over your shoulder to watch the TV. "This okay?" He was hyper-aware of the pain you were facing and didn't want to make it any worse. You reached out behind you and wrapped his arm around your stomach where the hot water bottle was.
"Perfect." You muttered and he nuzzled against your neck, kissing it aimlessly and breathing in your scent. You were already beginning to recover, the warmth of his body soothing your soreness. He rubs your stomach, putting the perfect amount of pressure, slowly liquifying the cramping.
"You've got the golden touch, y'know that?" He chuckles under his breath at your comment, and you crane your neck to kiss his pink, doughy lips. He kisses back and rubs your back. Thank God I have him, you think.
#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#eddie munson imagine#saintbutasadistgeneral
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dominant Gareth x reader😍
Like at a drive in theatre and he’s tryna keep you quiet like oof-
Thanks for requesting! I find it pretty hard to write dom!gareth but I hope you like this ❣️
Pairing: Gareth Emerson x gn!reader
Summary: Dom!Gareth has to keep you quiet at a drive in theatre.
Warnings: smut, rubbing, oral (m receiving), no gender specific things are mentioned for reader.
Word count: 678
You and Gareth have been on a few dates and your relationship was still pretty new, but you were already at the point were you had to be creative, so you suggested a drive in movie. Gareth picked the movie, a random horror one everyone was talking about.
"Gare... I'm scared" you complained after a jumpscare.
"Really? The CGI on that monster is terrible" he tried to reason, watching as you bit the inside of your lips nervously. "C'mere. I'll make you feel safe" he opened his arms and you snuggled close to him. You felt the way he's body was pressed against yours, how good he smelled and only a few minutes went by when you decide to turn your attention to his neck, pressing gentle kisses wherever you could reach.
"Watcha doing there?" he asked laughing a little and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You didn't answer, just kept doing it. He held you close by your hips but still watched the movie, way too focused on it for your liking. You wanted him to focus on you. Your hand traveled to his crotch, just resting there on top of his jeans when he sighed.
"Babe... Y'know there's other people here, right?" his warning nothing but a whisper behind you.
"Don't care" you shrugged, palming him and he inhaled a sharp breath, holding your wrist forcefully to move you away.
"Oh you don't? That's interesting" his other hand moved from your hips to your front and the moan you let out the second he touched you could probably be heard outside the drive in, since it was silent so everyone could hear the movie.
"Shh baby, you gotta be quiet. Think you can do that for me?" he slapped a hand over your mouth and you nodded, knowing full well you absolutely couldn't. But you could try, if that meant he would keep touching you. And so he did, so slow you felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It wasn't enough.
"Please..." you moaned against his hand and he somehow understood.
"Please what, sweetheart? I'm already touching you" he cooed, placing his hand on your neck instead to hear your pleads.
"Want your cock" you answered simply.
"Yeah? Aw, it's a shame that we can't. They could see us" still, he moved his hand faster and you let out a sob.
"Please, want you so so bad"
"Alright, since you asked so nicely" he let go of you, opening his jeans and your eyes lit up, thinking it would finally happen.
"My way though." he moved the seat back "Sit down here." he pointed to the space in front of him and helped as you kneeled on the car floor. "Open your mouth and keep your head still, okay?"
you nodded and obeyed again. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and gently moved forward, making you swallow him whole.
"Maybe that will keep you quiet" he kept going, in and out of your mouth and you moaned around him as you felt it brush against the back of your throat, eyes rolling back.
"How do you manage to still be loud even with your mouth full of me? God, you're that desperate, huh?" you try to nod but there's no need to, your face says it all. "Yeah? Fuck, you're so good to me baby" he grabs a handful of your hair and presses you down, cursing as he came.
You whipped your mouth, sitting on the passenger seat again.
"C'mon, put your seatbealt on, let's go" he fixed himself, turning the car on and already putting it on reverse.
"T-the movie is not over yet...?" you half asked, voice hoarse after being used.
"You think I care about this movie right now? First, it's bad. And second, I wanna go home and fuck you the way you deserve, that's what I wanna do" he smiled at you and you smiled back, clicking your seatbealt and knowing that when he gets excited like this, it's gonna be a long night for you.
#gareth emerson#gareth stranger things#head empty just gareth#gareth the great#gareth x reader#gareth emerson x reader#gareth emerson x gn!reader#gareth emerson smut#stranger things 4#thanks for asking!#anon my beloved#answered
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You said worship had you thinkin. What’s cookin’ in your brain about that hm??? Cuz in my brain, he completely loses himself and gets distracted on the small details of you.
Ohhhh my god yeah let's go I need a second to collect my thoughts
Because William Ramos has a Cancer Venus and a Pisces Moon!!!!! That is SO SEXY oh MY GOD can you say BODY!!!! WORSHIP!!!!!
Here's what I've been cooking up:
He takes his time. It starts as just two bros kissing (it always does) but then his lips are on your neck, half kissing and half just running the tip of his nose along the column of your neck. He's probably super into how you smell, don't ask me how I know this I just do!! He couldn't keep his hands to himself if you begged so he's running them from your waist around to your back then down to your ass and back again, gripping periodically because he just likes the feeling of you in his hands. I'll say this too: I think that Cancer Venus would gobble up a thick bitch. More to hold, better grip, so soft and plush to snuggle up to afterwards. He also likes the way your body moves as he's fuckin you I'll say it I'm no coward!!!! Anyways, kissing turns to heavy petting, but hands are never enough for Mr. Ramos, he's gotta get his mouth all up in everything, too, so then his tongue dips down to lick at your clavicle, maybe even bites a bit, and God Save Your Soul if you let out a single peep when he does that because he is taking every moan as encouragement to do more!!!!! Lots of hickeys and love bites so he can mark what he's explored, might get lost y'know, better leave some crumbs to find his way back; I think it's equal parts enjoyable for him to just worship you as it is informative for him to figure out what makes you squirm. Like yeah you like a lil smooch on your tits but when he bites at your sternum and your thighs twitch? Game Over, Wasted, Finish Him, you're done for babes. He'd spend forever just biting and sucking on your inner thighs, leaving bruises as he went!! When you're on the brink of tears because you just need something inside you, he'll blink at you all slow and love-drunk and say, "Ask nicely, sweetheart" EVEN THOUGH all he wants to do is dive in and get a taste. I have SO MANY THOUGHTS.
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HI. 1, 4, and 10 for hellcheer please <3
HI. sorry this took so long lol (and I got carried away so I'll put these under a cut -- number one got really long)
1 - Describe their first date.
Okay so I think maybe Chrissy would be the one to ask Eddie out first because even though he really wanted to he had kind of resigned himself to the 'what would a girl like her do with a guy like me' way of thinking. So she asks him out and says that since she made the move he can plan the date.
He really wants to Do It Right so maybe he asks Wayne for advice and Wayne (who hasn't been on a date since 1973) is like Boy I don't know. So Eddie is like Well Fuck and smokes a joint. Eventually he decides to go the safe route and take her to dinner. They dress up cute and go to dinner, he picks her up and pays for her meal, of course.
Afterwards, he's driving her home and he's so nervous he can feel his heart in his throat because he wants to kiss her so bad but he doesn't want to fuck everything up and jesus christ why did he wear so much cologne it's fucking suffocating--
He rolls the windows down a little bit for some air and Chrissy rolls hers all the way down and her hair is blowing in the wind and she's relaxed and she's beautiful, GOD!
He stops at a red light at an intersection and Chrissy opens her eyes. "Turn here," she says.
"What."
"Just turn here!"
So he does, because may God smite him into a pile of dust and teeth if he EVER says no to Chrissy Cunningham.
She gives directions and he follows them and when he stops and looks around he barely has time to process that the van is parked in the lot of the Hawkins Public Swimming Pool before Chrissy is getting out of the car and sneaking towards the fence like she's the Pink Panther.
He follows her and once he makes it to the fence she's already swinging her leg over the top of it and hopping down onto the other side.
Fucking cheerleaders, man.
She waves him on with this mischievous little grin so he grabs the fence and hoists himself over it, nearly breaking an ankle in the process. When he turns around (Christ, she's fast) Chrissy has already kicked off her shoes and dropped her sweater on top of them. She's standing right on the edge of the pool with her back to the water, heels hanging over the ledge. She doesn't say anything but smiles so big and holds her arms out to the side and falls backwards into the water with a loud splash.
Eddie lets out a surprised shout but then Chrissy resurfaces and she's still smiling and her mascara is running and she's even more beautiful than before. She swims over to the edge and rests her chin on her arms. "Come on, Eddie!"
Why can't he breathe? He strips off his jacket and shirt and shoes and digs his wallet out to leave with them and then backs up a few places. He gets a running start and launches himself into the pool, dousing Chrissy again as she shrieks with laughter.
She pushes off the wall and swims over to him, her dress floating out around her, and he catches her around the waist. She pushes his hair out of his eyes and he shakes it back like a dog and she laughs again and she's so beautiful and he tells her so this time and grins when she blushes. He was afraid before but he's not now and he thinks he might die if he doesn't so he asks, "Can I kiss you?"
She smiles even bigger and nods before leaning in.
He meets her in the middle and he's always scoffed when people talk about feeling fireworks or electricity but he must be caught in a goddamn lightning storm because all of his nerve endings are on fire and he could sink to the bottom of the pool and live there forever because why would he need oxygen when he's being kissed by Chrissy fucking Cunningham, y'know?
When they break apart, he feels like his chest is going to explode so he pulls her in again and smacks loud, obnoxious kisses all over her face and neck until she's laughing so hard she can't breathe and is pushing him away.
He lets go of her and kicks his legs up to float on his back, hand tangled in hers. He's looking up at the stars and the water is in his ears and tickling the sides of his face and Chrissy sinks down into the water until just her eyes and up are above the surface and she's slowly moving towards him like a little pink alligator and just as he turns his head to say something she opens her mouth and bites his bare shoulder.
He flails a little and chases after her as she swims away, and they carry on laughing and splashing and kissing until it's late enough that she has to go home. He has a hell of a time climbing back over the fence in his wet jeans, but he does it and waddles back to the van. When he takes her home he kisses her in the driveway because he can do that now, and watches her disappear through her front door.
He drives home with the windows down and a grin on his face and when he's lying in bed later and takes off his watch, he realizes he hadn't removed it before their impromptu swim earlier. It's frozen at the time he cannon-balled into the water (aka the best moment of his entire life).
He makes a mental note to get a new watch, but he thinks he'll keep this one, too.
4 - Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?
I think both of them are extremely touch starved and looooove affection but in my heart Chrissy is the main initiator.
To me, I think her mother would be very unemotional and not affectionate at all, so Chrissy just never bothered to try in the first place. With Eddie, though, she feels safe and knows he's always willing to reciprocate so she has no problem asking for what she wants, whether it's hand holding or kisses or hugs or cuddles or sex or whatever.
Eddie I think is equally touch starved but more, like. Afraid about it at first? Or not afraid, that's not the right word, but okay like he's a sweet emotional guy. Maybe when he was a kid he'd try to hug his dad and just get yelled at instead. Stuff like that. So he's internalized that and is more reserved and doesn't want to risk that type of rejection, especially from Chrissy. He lets her initiate everything and then once she does he's so into it. Eventually I think she would have to sit him down and talk about it and after that he would be able to start overcoming that mindset and then he's all over her all the time and they both love it.
10 - Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?
Okay honestly to me hellcheer are big parallel play-ers!! If they're not cuddling they're just doing their own thing together. I also think that they would have like. Adjacent hobbies but not exactly the same.
They're readers, both of 'em. Different genres maybe, but they both use it as an escape from the stresses of daily life. Maybe they'll just sit together and read silently, but I also think they would read to each other. Like maybe every night before bed they take turns reading a chapter of their book out loud to the other. Eddie likes this especially because he loves getting to see the kind of stuff Chrissy is into since she sometimes struggles to express herself and her interests outwardly. Chrissy loves it when Eddie does the voices.
Also crafting. Eddie is the kind of guy that would sit and meticulously paint his minis for D&D, or maybe he draws. Chrissy'll sit and embroider or paint or sketch next to him while he does that.
(They're codependent quality time kiddos)
Here's the link for the ask list in case anyone still wants to!
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things#my writing#ask game#ask answered#just r's thoughts#blondiest
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Ship of your choice. ‘ "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out” ‘
(💚🖤 sorry i'm in hyperfixation mode i gotta write 5 more fics to get to #1 for both of them)
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sure, i'll text you after i'm back
as long as i don't get fuckin jumped or some shit lol
"You better not," Jack grumbles to his phone in the other locker room.
"Are you talking to yourself again?" Hook asks, without looking up.
"Darby," Jack says, while typing out a quick reply of don't fuck up your back again, we're gonna have to buy stock in IcyHot. "He thinks he's gonna get jumped again. I should probably go back to the tunnels, make sure nothing happens."
"Uh huh," Hook replies, absently. He's scrolling through Instagram. "When's the last time you did that for me?"
"You don't need it," Jack points out.
Hook looks up, unimpressed, and rolls his eyes. "LFI literally fucking knocked me out last week. You didn't even notice."
"Okay, but Lucha is probably gonna go after Darby," Jack says. "I have to be there for that, y'know? And also I noticed!"
"You noticed when I texted you about it."
"No, I knew it before then."
Hook sighs. "I had to text you, literally, hey LFI just fucking punched me in the head, do you have any ibuprofen and you ignored me for an hour."
"That wasn't my fault, Christian was taunting Darby backstage. You know how obnoxious he is. I was busy."
"Nothing even happened. Christian didn't want to damage his Gucci turtleneck."
Jack shakes his head. "But something could have. Jeez, Hook."
The expression Hook levels him with is very, very unimpressed now. Jack stares back at him, a battle of wills, until finally he says, "Don't look at me like that."
"Jack."
"Whatever you're going to say, it's not a thing."
"I invited you to New York last week and you said, and I quote, 'haha I'm busy all week'."
"I was busy all week, I was in Atlan—"
"I tried to get you to come out to dinner with me and a remarkably good-looking group of single women, and you said, 'No, Hook, I don't feel like Thai food'."
"Okay, well I didn't."
"We were going for Mexican."
Jack groans. "I had other plans!"
"I know you did," Hook says, waving his phone. "I know, because you always have other plans. I try to get you to do a Starbucks run, and you'd rather have shitty gas station coffee en route to the local skate park. I asked you if you wanted to be super impulsive and go to London for a few days, and you told me you had to check with someone else first, and then, by the way, you never got back to me. I asked if you were going to Caleb the med staffer's wedding, and you told you that you already have a plus one, which wasn't even what I fucking asked."
"Hook, okay, so I've been maybe a little bit distant, but I'm not—"
"Jack," Hook says, with the sort of infinite patience that Jack knows he'll pay for later, "when is the last time you went on a date?"
Jack stares at him. Stares, and stares, and stares, and then says, "No."
"Yes," Hook replies, eyebrows hiked.
"That's not..."
Hook spreads his hands wide, his left hand still holding his phone.
"No, Hook, I'm not..." Jack trails off. Stops. His stomach drops low as his veins turn to ice. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm... oh my god, I think I'm in love with Darby."
"No shit," Hook snorts. "Congrats on being the last one to find out."
"Holy shit." Jack can't breathe. "Do you... do you think everyone knows?"
"Yes," Hook says.
Jack's vision blurs a little at the sides. "Do you think Darby knows?"
"Yes," Hook repeats.
"OH MY GOD," Jack says, quite reasonably and measured. "WHAT DO I DO."
"He's just waiting for you to make a move, dude," Hook says, and goes back to scrolling on his phone as though Jack's life has not just fundamentally imploded. "So... you should probably do that. Like, maybe immediately. Mostly so you can stop lying to yourself and being so annoying about it."
"WHAT," Jack replies, a picture of serenity.
"Just, like, I dunno, find a closet or something? Or the rafters? Somewhere where I don't have to see you shove your tongue down his throat. As a courtesy. To my delicate eyeballs."
He then ignores Jack's ten consecutive panic attacks, which, honestly, is really just the worst.
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Sweetheart, the link to rules works!! Btw I've read and.. I'm ready to request for something (of course feel free to ignore it, if you prefer to :D♥).. but what kind of dates would Ichiro, Ramuda, Doppo and Kuko bring the reader (gn!) to? qwq.. I'm curious- haha♥ Thank you and welcome again! I hope you'll feel good here and get more attention as a writer! Byee *hugs hugs*
NOTE - the request is so sweet no worries about it! hugs to you as well ! <3
SCENARIO - what kind of date would they take you on?
PAIRINGS- Ichiro x gn!reader // Ramuda x gn!reader // Doppo x gn!reader // Kuko x gn!reader
GENRE - fluff, dates!
Ichiro Yamada ─── ✧
☇ Ichiro would love to take you out somewhere special for such a special occasion, somewhere with some privacy is what he told you, but them he simply took you to a calm and quiet café.
☇ You would ask why he had lied about the location but he would simply chuckle and say " it's a surprise! "
☇ You'd give a huff but in return a pat on the head as he seated you. The two of you talk quietly in the booth seat while eating only a small meal, odd hmm. .
☇ The two of you finish your café meal, Ichiro taking your hand, he would lead you out somewhere else, holding your hand gently, rubbing yours with the top of his thumb.
☇ He gently placed a hand over your eyes, you were confused, but he just simple led you foreword " come ooon, not too far now s/o, I swear it will be something worth waiting for! "
☇ You'd give an exhausted sigh, but you didn't mean it in a bad way, you loved this dummy of course so you trusted him. He'd let go of your eyesight and put his hands to his hips. In front of you was a lovely set up with a blanket in the grass and some random flowers Ichiro found a little bit before the date.
☇ It seemed so quickly put together but also not as well? there was even a basket sat down on the blanket, and your boyfriend there too, what could be better. With how happy you were, you ran up to him and hugged tightly, so happy at how beautiful it was, happy to how he was there with you
" you didn't have to do all of this y'know, we could have had a nice date at the café "
" ah ah! a special person like yourself deserves a special date~! "
Ramuda Amemura ─── ✧
☇ Ramuda never really has a plan on where to go for dates, it's a recurring theme with him, but it was always fun getting to wander around with him and his antics.
☇ He'd hold you hand gently and skip beside you, candy in his mouth as he spoke random things to you " ahoo! did you know . . . s/o~~ come loook!"
☇ He would take you to all kinds of stores and try to spoil you by buying you a bunch of candy or maybe something that would last longer,, you would eventually pick though and he would gladly buy it, probably sneaking a candy in the pocket anyways.
☇ He would drag you around by the hand or even wrist, sometimes clinging to your arm and whispering things to you as you walk, just to be a tease. " waaaah, s/ooooooo pay ateeeention to meee "
☇ Of course to his request, if you were taller you'd kiss the top of his head, and if shorter you'd get up and move his bangs, kissing his forehead.
☇ At the end of the date he would take you home and simply be ever so more clingy than he was earlier, he was happy to be with you and wanted you to NOT leave, so he'd cling.
☇ He would sit beside you and cling to your body, being at whiny as ever, but it was something you admired in a way, it was part of the character he chose to show you, so why not soak it in while you had all the time in the world to do so.
" waaaah, s/o do you have to leave so soooon? "
" Ramuuu you know I'll come see you tomorrow, don't be like that silly"
Doppo Kannonzaka ─── ✧
☇ Doppo would definitely plan days in advance so everything was perfect for you, being that he is so worried about things going wrong and messing up.
☇ Poor guy would be pacing back and forth as he waited for you to arrive, mumbling about all of the things that could go wrong, everything that he could mess up.
☇ When you arrived though at his door, all the worry seemed to be washed away. Looking you up and down gently with his eyes, a smile reaching his often sad looking face. He smiled and offered you inside, allowing you to grab his hand gently "a-ah s/o you. . Look good"
☇ You'd give him all the attention in the world, allowing him to take you to a small and neat table he had set out a little earlier ago, flowers set on the table as well. " They. . I got them for you. . They matched your eyes" he'd quietly mumble that confession.
☇ You'd giggle at him but it was cute, giving him a kiss on the cheek before being seated at the table. It was such a neat looking setup, Doppo bringing over the food that he had make earlier, his hand shook a little as he walked around, trying to make everything perfect.
☇ "Doppo,, there is no need to push yourself " you'd give a pout to him, rubbing your hand over his to calm him down. "b-but. . I want to make it special. . for you".
☇ He just wanted to make everything special for you, everything to be perfect for his perfect s/o, he just wanted for you to feel as good as how he viewed you. You just sighed and kissed his forehead, leaving a blush to his cheeks and ears.
☇ You spent the night eating the dinner that he had made, it was such an amazing meal, leaving you astonished at how good of a cook he was. After the meal he would clean everything up and take you to the couch, sitting you down onto his lap with blankets and pillows, just to watch the tv, a peaceful way to end it no?
" Doppo maybe you should take off work tomorrow, I think it'll help with today's stress . ."
" mn. . but you've taken it all away. . s/o "
Kuko Harai ─── ✧
☇ He's like Ramuda in some ways , he doesn't really plan out what he does with you he just wants to spend time with you! No matter what it is or what it is you do with him.
☇ Although, today he decided to take you out in Nagoya, taking you out to a lovely little secluded restaurant but was still well know. " come on s/o, just this way!" he'd laugh all the way, being gentle as he held to your hand to not loose you in the random crowds that might appear on the way there.
☇ Once there, her would definitely pay for anything you'd want to eat, something small or big he'd pay for all of it, it was a special day after all hm?
☇ He'd simply let you talk about how you've been, occasionally butting in to say something or comment, but it was always when he could. He'd always be so interested in what you had to say, to him you were so much more interesting than anything else that could exist!
☇ And with that the meal was over, now all that was left was what he had actually planned for you. He'd nervously take your hand and lead you through a crowd before getting up to higher ground, sitting down on a ledge with you, holding you in his arms gently, chuckling at the blush that came to your face.
☇ Little to your knowledge, Kuko has taken you to a firework show that was in a smaller part of the city! He never told you and just wanted to see the happy change in your face, shifted from confused to excitement as the first firework was lit, bright colors filling the skies in only a matter of seconds.
☇ " beautiful huh s/o? haha! that's how I see ya"
☇ After the firework shows that played on, he'd take you to the temple to stay the night over, he didn't want you going anywhere this late at night of course! So he let you stay in his room with him for the night, what a lovely boyfriend he was~.
" aw come on s/o , we've slept together before, what makes today different ? "
" I-I I dunno! come on silly it's time for bed! "
#hypmic#hypnosis mic#x reader#Ichiro Yamada#ichiro x reader#ramuda amemura#ramuda x reader#doppo kannonzaka#doppo x reader#kuko harai#kuko x reader
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idk about you but eddie gave that cool older brother vibe for me, and he just felt like such a kind soul 🥹
k but him with dustin has me crying hard
idk man eddie looks like a mom here but i tried 😭
"i'm fine, guys, really — ah,"
dustin lets out a little whimper when eddie dabs the cotton ball harder on his open wound. he'd fallen out of his bicycle earlier, scraping not just his knees but his elbows too, and a graze on the bottom of his palm.
coincidentally, he'd fallen right after you and eddie saw him when he passed by, and your boyfriend was quick to his feet to drag the poor boy in the back of his van and drive him back to his trailer with you in the front seat asking him what had happened despite the fact that you witnessed it.
mother instincts, eddie joked.
so here he is, sat on eddie's stained, unmade bed. you're holding the bottle as eddie continues to dab the antiseptic on dustin's throbbing scrape.
"see, this is what happens when you don't wear safety pads," he smacks the back of his head, a scolding act even though he's cleaning his wound. "and you weren't even wearing a helmet!"
"give him a break eds," you click your tongue at him, shooting an apologetic smile at dustin's ashamed face who's got his lips into a pout and staring at the wound on his knee. "kid bumped on a pothole. not his fault,"
eddie shakes his head and pulls a gauze out of his drawer, wrapping it around dustin's knee. "still. he might have broken his neck if it weren't for the muscle memory of his hand, y'know. don't do that again, henderson."
you take dustin's hand and inspect the one on his palm, cooing when he sniffles. you blow on his wound, eddie finishing up the bandaging on dustin's knee before he moves on to his left elbow.
"i'm sorry, eddie," dustin looks like a sad puppy, looking eight than fifteen for being scolded by the man he looks up to other than steve. eddie lets out a wry chuckle, fingers coming up to mess with his hair.
"'s alright. just scared me for a bit there," eddie looks at you for a brief moment before he's looking back at dustin. "tell you what, i'll buy you those knee pad things and a helmet. don't make me call your mom, henderson."
you dab on dustin's palm. "he just panicked because he fell two weeks ago on his bike, too. without the safety pads. which was why all he wore was long sleeves because he was embarrassed."
eddie jabs his elbow on your ribs. "snitch,"
"what? i'm just saying," dustin chuckles and kicks eddie a little.
"hypocrite," he tells him.
"hey, i'm not a hypocrite," eddie tuts at him. "how 'bout after this one, we'll fix your bike, yeah?"
the smile on dustin's face is contagious and adorable. your heart melts at eddie's softness towards the boy, and maybe you should buy him his own helmet, too.
reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated <3
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson blurb#eddie 'the freak' munson#blurb#joseph quinn blurb#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn fic#dustin henderson
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Some awkward moments in 10 things au💕
"What is the delinquent doing here?"
"Isn't he Thena's situationship?"
"He's kinda cute, though."
Thena did her best to ignore her teammates. None of what they said was true. Well, it wasn't, but she looked over and Gilgamesh was indeed seating himself on the bleachers overlooking the soccer field. She blinked.
He waved.
Thena gripped her water bottle even tighter. What was he doing here?
"You should go talk to him."
Her teammates were far more social, all of them with multiple friend groups, different niches they could jump into and out of per the situation.
"No, you!"
"Ask him if he's going to the party tonight!"
Thena had no clue how there were so many parties in one school year. They were all in the same position: on the cusp of graduating, preparing to move on in life. Did they not have any schoolwork to do?
"He drives, right? Ask him for a ride!"
Thena dropped her water bottle into her bag on her way past the bench.
"Thena?"
"Hey Princess," he greeted her as if he had laid a trap simply by sitting there. He leaned back in his posture, resting his palm on the bench, "how's practice?"
"What are you doing here?" she stared down at him from the back of the seats in front of him. Most would be frozen solid from that look.
"Just thought I'd walk around a bit after school, y'know," he shrugged, seeming so casual about it.
"I thought we said we wouldn't do this," she growled at him, her ponytail swaying from the upward tilt of her head.
"Uh," Gilgamesh looked down at his hoodie, toying with the string of it, "you said."
"What?"
"Maybe you said we wouldn't do this kinda thing," he muttered through somewhat pursed lips, pouting and sulking in broad daylight.
Thena sighed, relaxing her - possibly overly - confrontational stance. She looked down at the cleats on her feet. "Are you really here just to watch?"
"Well," he shrugged, "uh, what are you doing after practice?"
"I see," she scoffed, but the look on Gil's face made her want to snatch the words back as soon as she said them. She looked away, guilt washing over her, maybe even shame. Gil wasn't like that, and she damn well he wasn't. "I...I didn't have anything planned."
"Oh," he looked up at her again. "Well, I heard there was this-"
"Party," she cut him off, and then felt unnerved by it, looking away again. "I heard."
"Well?"
Thena shifted on her feet.
"Look," Gil began, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I know you don't wanna do the whole 'couple' thing."
And he did. He did, and he told her, and let it show in his actions. He did that at every opportunity, and she was the one constantly dodging and deflecting his desire to be more romantic.
"But we can, like, hangout," he finished rather lamely, "right?"
He was right. She was the one being childish, and for what? To avoid looking for too long at the man whose lips had been on hers? Whose tongue had been in her mouth...and other places.
She blushed.
Gil sighed, moving his feet to stand. "Okay, this was a mistake-"
Thena put her hand on his shoulder, preventing him from standing fully. She pushed with her fingertips to lower him back to the bench. "No."
"No?" he looked up at her, still poised to get up and leave but not pushing against her. "No, it's not a mistake? Or no, you're not going?"
Thena just barely glanced back at the team. They weren't even trying to seem like they weren't watching them with intrigue. She sighed, trying to ignore it. "It wasn't a mistake."
Gil relaxed his shoulder against her touch. He really was ridiculously well built for someone their age. She was well aware of what it felt like to dig her nails into those shoulders.
"I'll go," she murmured, feeling the warmth in her cheeks worsen, "if you do."
Now she really was being childish.
But Gilgamesh smiled up at her eagerly, "yeah, I was planning on going. Do you want a ride?"
She longed for her water bottle, just for something to occupy her idle hands. Her fingers flexed on her hips. "I'll probably drive Sersi, so... "
"Right," he nodded.
"I'll meet you there," she added, then seeing there was no need. She toyed with some hair that had slipped from her ponytail, "out front?"
"Okay sweetheart," he grinned, back to being his usual cocky self. He did stand now, leaning closer to her, "you got yourself a deal."
She pursed her lips, "it wasn't a business proposal."
He just chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of his hoodie again, "you leave the proposing to me, your ladyship."
She rolled her eyes.
"I'll wait for you, Thena," he promised, and it came out so heartfelt she really felt it. He leaned even closer, "for as long as it takes."
Thena leaned just her head back faintly. He wasn't going to kiss her, right?--here and now?!
"Just say the word," he chuckled, leaning even closer.
She didn't lean back. And then he leaned in and kissed her! The bastard really kissed her, in front of the whole team! And he was still a good kisser (fuck). And she kissed him back (just a little).
"Relax, they can't see from this angle, it just looks like I'm being a jerk," he leaned back to laugh more loudly.
Thena kept quiet, mostly unable to come up with a reply to that amidst her fluster.
"See you tonight, Princess," he gave her one last little wave before stepping back more visibly. He waved to the team, "keep it up, ladies!"
Thena huffed, trying to collect some breath before going back to the team. She watched Gilgamesh strolling slowly to the stairs, like he was god's gift to women. Specifically, her.
"All right girls, get back out there."
Thena jogged past the bench and back onto the field, falling back into the fold of her teammates.
"Ooh, Thena talked to her boyfriend!"
"He's not my boyfriend!" she snarled.
"Oh, so I can ask him out?"
Thena deliberately changed course, bumping shoulders on the way to her position front and center, "I didn't say that, either."
#Thenamesh 10 Things AU#Thena is in d e n i a l#she said just because this boy and I are in love#he thinks he can come around and ask to be my boyfriend?#just because I dream of him every night get over yourself#Gil is so sweet#he kind of lingers around#Sersi is like uh what's up?#Gil: well...where's your sister?#Sersi is like ohhhhhhh my god you're so transparent#she's at the field#Gil goes and just kind of hopes he'll get to talk to her#in the end he leaves and he's like yessss!!!#'cause he got to kiss his girl#meanwhile Thena's team teases her relentlessly#but every single one of them gets a ball in the thigh for it#coach benches her but fine#later Gil gets wind of how the whole girl's senior soccer team is scared to talk to him#he assumes it's the delinquent thing but it's Thena being jealous
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What do you think the wizards heights are? (Including Valtor if you cover him) 🙏
Okokok so the problem is that I am a supporter of making the wizards of the Black Circle tall, and I mean Tall, Dark Souls bosses type of tall- But y'know what's stopping me? The thought I could never fit them into a car. Mhm.
I mean, not just that, kinda, more like 'how would they function in a normal setting and could they live under humans like that', because apparently that matters to me. Even if the thought of them having gone "so far off the deep end" that they just don't fit in with humans anymore after everything is a little delicious as well. Basically, I would make them unreasonably tall if I cared like 20% less about normalcy. That being said? Here are some rough height estimates I'm thinking off, in no particular order-
Starting out with Gantlos because I simply will not shut up about how I think he should be a big lad, the biggest, even. The actual reason for that though is like, y'know how in Resident Evil Village you have Lady Dimitrescu ends sentence there and the way she has to bend down to go through some doors? That has altered my brain in a normal way. I am normal. Now I'm not saying Gantlos is that tall, as previously mentioned, sort of. But having to duck just a little bit when going through the average door? I'm not above doing that. Sorry. I think that would put him lightly above 7ft (well over 2m). Was he always that tall? Probably not. Is it doable? Eh, it's what I'm leaning towards right now, that's usually how it goes.
Paragraph over! Moving on to Ogron!! I was considering making him the shortest, you can disagree and be happy I changed my mind, you can be disappointed too- That man wears heels either way, so it's whatever no it's not I still think about him being the shortest sometimes. What position is he in right now? Um middle. Yeah. Like obviously, I guess, but I'll explain why it's a little confusing in a bit, let's say he's somewhere 6'4ft (1.93m) and 6'7ft (about 2m) maybe?? Pulling these numbers out of my ass don't even worry about it-
Now here's where I start making things really complicated for myself for no reason fr! Because!! Duman's height is all over the place. I don't just mean this in a way where sometimes he's literally a rat or bear with those matching heights- The height of his own form also just. Depends on his mood?? There's days where he's the shortest and days where he isn't. Rarely below 6ft (1.83m), never taller than Gantlos (Dumanic bat form not included, that shit is Large, but currently also unspecified). It just be like that sometimes. Any specific reason why I forced that onto him? Nuh uh definitely not.
Basically, Anagan is left as the shortest whenever Duman isn't. That's what we're going with rn. That's where we're at. He's not short though, just compared to the others ig? Put him next to the average man and he still has a couple of inches probably maybe- Are you starting to notice that I know very little about height because I feel like that seed had been planted in the first few sentences already.
Am I legally allowed to speak on Valtor's height? Will I be hunted for sport if I put a take out there that's not appreciated? Taking the absolute coward way out and saying I think he'd be shorter than Ogron, but above Anagan? His demon form is bigger than Duman's though, so there's that. Cough.
Will I be sticking to the order of this? Who knows! The actual numbers I did specify? Highly doubt it! But for now let's put it like, tallest to shortest:
Valtor demon form >> Duman demon form >> Gantlos >> Could be Duman >> Ogron >> Could also be Duman >> Valtor >> Duman again >> Anagan >> Duman sometimes
Okay that's all bye
#been a while since i just threw a bunch of rambly thoughts on here#i'm behind on asks but do NOT let that stop you from sending them#i'll get to it all eventually besties#sorry for the wait#this nearly killed me btw#in case you were wondering#humongous answer with vague actual heights#take it or leave it#winx club#winx headcanons#winx villains#winx valtor#wizards of the black circle#winx ogron#winx gantlos#winx anagan#winx duman#answered ask
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