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ꕥ Warnings: Male reader, male x male, amab, m4m, mlm, m!reader, bottom reader, Sylus x M!Reader, tutoring, husband Sylus, tutor Sylus, drop-out reader, back to school reader, pet name: darling/baby/my love, fluff, cuddling, kiss, sitting on lap

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Reading: "Done and I am happy with the outcomes of the love and deepspace fics, tbh I like this one more. I'll start writing the random section starting with Kpop. Anyhow, enjoy this one and take your time to read it ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა"

𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

You were a school dropout, leaving middle school to start working instead. Why? It was because your family was struggling financially, so you decided to help them. While working, you made a friend, a co-worker named Sylus. Sylus was also in middle school but worked part-time; he was only two years older than you. Ever since the two of you met, you have been on multiple hangouts, which eventually turned into dates. You grew closer each day as time passed. Occasionally, the two of you would sneak out of work to go on a date. Eventually, you started dating officially and were together for about four years. Sylus waited until you turned 20 to marry you. When he told you this, you were overwhelmed with positive emotions and agreed to wait. Now, the two of you have been happily married for four years, making you 24 and him 26. After turning 24, you received a letter saying you could study again for three years like a normal student, though you would be a bit older. A one in a million opportunity!! You, of course, accepted the opportunity to go back to school to finish and graduate. Sylus agreed to tutor you because he had finished school and graduated. He was quite smart (a lot smarter than you) when he was in school, even becoming the top student back then.

Present time…

You were at home in the study room, sitting down on the floor by a table. Books and papers spread out, pouting out of anger because you couldn’t finish your homework and barely understood anything. “Gosh, homework is hard…” you mumbled under your breath. Sylus heard you, looking up as his red eyes met your (e/c) ones. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses, the corner of his lips turning into a subtle smile as he took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. “Relax, darling, you can handle it.” Sylus sighed and squeezed your hand once more, continuing, “I’m here after all, helping you, tutoring you until the very end.”

A small blush crept up your cheeks as you looked away, continuing to pout. “Unfair… You can’t be smart and hot at the same time, so unfair…” you said in a low tone so he wouldn’t hear you. Rolling your eyes, you continued to mumble. Sylus chuckled softly, watching as his husband continued to mutter. “I’m not deaf, sweetie. Now, let’s continue, shall we? We can’t waste any more time; you have to turn this in tomorrow.”

“Ugh, I hate how you’re right… Can’t believe there’s homework even in college.” you say looking back at him with half-lidded eyes out of exhaustion, rolling your eyes again.

“You should be happy it’s homework and not a project like all the other groups in your college,” Sylus said in a soft tone, pulling you onto his lap, which made you yelp in surprise. He practically straddled you on his lap to keep you close, wrapping his left arm around your waist and staring deeply into your eyes. A smirk spread across his face as he spoke up, “Now, finish your homework properly while I explain it to you, okay? I don’t want my darling to fail~”

Your whole face flushed red, eyes going slightly wide as you looked away. Muttering under your breath, you nodded obediently and turned around to do your homework, still on his lap. Sylus looked proud of his attempts; it wasn’t the first time he did this while you were doing your homework. He had done this before, and it always ended the same way: you obeying and finishing up while he tutored you.

Sylus leans forward so his chest is pressed against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he keeps his arm around you. He explains how it works while you write everything down. After hours of tutoring and completing the homework, you are finally done. Yippie!! It was hard, but Sylus was there to guide you through everything, taking his time and explaining everything to you. If you didn’t understand after one explanation, he tried a different way, explaining in every possible way until you completely understood.

Sighing in relief after finishing, you lean your body against his, feeling the exhaustion slowly set in. Sylus chuckles and looks down at you, squeezing your waist before slowly caressing your side, moving his hand down to your thigh. His expression softens, and he smiles warmly. “Not bad, baby. You did well, for now,” Sylus says, kissing the crown of your head. You nod slightly as your gaze shifts from the papers to his hand, enjoying his warm touch. You lift your hand and rest it on his, gently caressing his hand with your thumb.

“School’s exhausting, I can’t believe I forgot how exhausting it is,” you say in a soft tone, turning around to meet his soft and loving gaze. He looks at you attentively, watching your every move, as he removes his working glasses and places them on the table beside him. Even without them, he looks as handsome as ever, though you have to admit, he does look slightly hotter with his working glasses on. Sighing softly, you continue to look at him. “I want to sleep. Let’s go to bed.”

Sylus agrees and picks you up, carrying you all the way to the master bedroom. He closes the door behind him and gently throws you onto the bed when he reaches it. Climbing on top of the bed, he lays down beside you, pulling you closer to close the gap between you. He wraps his arms around you and rests your head on his chest, pulling the bed covers up to cover both of you. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling away. Cuddling so close to him that you feel his body heat and he feels yours, you only make each other warmer, but you also get to be closer to him.

“Sleep well and sweet dreams. Dream of me and only me, my love♡”

You giggle softly and nod. “Then, I wish for you to do the same, love♡”

Fic made by @darlingminjin

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Challenge:

How far can this post spread only through mentions, only those mentioned can reblog,

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girl what, who's searching up his address 😭😭

FIA penalty system is a joke because for them:

saying "fuck" = 10.000 € fine

changing the tyre pressure before the race = 5.000 € fine

and lewis fans kept saying that max (and other drivers, but most were targetting max) was a pussy for not agreeing to quali ini this condition 💀💀

This was the puddle at T4

You can see how much water has pooled on the inside of the corner, even the best wet weather race tyres would have struggled

Traitor AU! 141 x male reader.

TW: Violence. Mentions of a knife? Reader going through physical torture. Youve been warned

Theres so real mention of pronouns but reader is a male. Minors, fem alligned do not interact. My works are purely for 18 + and are male centered. Thank you.

- Price who gives the order after a tip off directing them in your direction. For what? For giving out info on the recent mission that got them ambushed. You who wakes up in an interrogation room by freezing cold water being splashed over you.

- Ghost who carries out the first part of the punishments they deemed reasonable for your betrayal. Choosing which bones to break that would cause the most pain and injury to you. Starting with bashing in your knees to make sure you wouldnt be walking out of there. Next deciding on breaking a few ribs. To hell you be damned. Each bone broken had you writhing in pain and pleading with him that it wasnt you.

- Ghost who leaves you with several broken bones all over. None of them even caring to question you. Its not like he comes back either. No he stays away after that being unable to look at your face without seeing a traitor. He had half a mind to go back in to break your jaw or give you a black eye but that was to be left up to soap or gaz.

- Soap. Who wasnt usually quick to anger but this? Was unforgivable and you deserved it right? Each time he took the knife to add another cut somewhere a small voice was telling them there was something wrong. But he shook it off taking out his frustration on you cutting you up. Swapping out different blades depending on how angry he was feeling in the minute.

- Gaz who doesnt even go when its his turn instead ignoring your pleas for them to listen. Just watching you through the two way mirror as other soldiers go in and take there revenge for you betraying them. Watching how they beat you bloody, broke bones like ghost had done, cut you up like soap had done and spread the word like price had done.

- You who gave up fighting against it all after 3 days of the constant beatings and torment you were going through. You tried convincing yourself that they were only angry because they thought it was you. Theyd surely come rescue out of there as soon as they came to their senses. Right? Right??

- You who gave up the hope after two weeks. None of them had returned leaving it up to the other soldiers to torture and do what the wanted to you. Your body had numbed most of the pain. Even when a soldier took a pilars to your teeth. Ripping some of them out. When said solider then broke your jaw with the same pilars leaving your mouth a bloody mess.

- Price who was going mad at not finding anything that he could properly pin the betrayal on you. All he had was the tip off but even then was it true? No. It wasnt. Ghost had caught the proper mole. The one who was selling information. The one who had framed you.

- Price who demanded all torture towards you stop. But it wasnt quick enough. Most of the wounds left were infected from being left untreated in a damp room. Even medics were sure you'd heal properly because they werent allowed in to asses your injuries until now.

- Ghost who felt guilty but didnt show it. He was disgusted with how easily they all believed it, how quick they were to resort to torture. Soap who couldnt believe the little voice in the back of his head that he had been ignoring was telling the truth. After seeing you in the hospital covered in bandages and casts for the broken bones he knew he shouldve listened to it but he was blinded by his anger.

- Gaz who had refused to visit you, almost like he had refused to torture you. It didnt mean he wasnt as bad as the rest of them. No he had let others do his piece for him which made him just as bad. Now all he cpuld do was watch you through the mirror to your hospital room hoping you'd heal.

- Price who was in denial over what he had done. Refusing to accept he had given the order. He had been to visit seeing you hook up to the machines the fact that you would have to take leave for who knows how long. And the possible chance that you would never be the same. Torture did things to people, altered their mindsets and he was worried that would happem to you.

- You would didnt properly wake up until a month later, medics having to sedate you when you did wake up since the pain was clearly unbearable from the way you thrashed and squirmed in the bed. You who had to be strapped down so you didnt fall and worsen the injuries that were struggling to heal already.

- You who couldnt even look at any of them when they finally came to visit. Just staring up at the ceiling. Deep in thought remembering the harsh words they screamed at you the way they tortured you in that room for 17 days straight. They tried their best to talk to you or get you to look at them but you couldnt. Nor would you. You didnt feel safe around them. A chill piercing you each time they even touched you.

-now came the question was what would you do when you healed?

Pt 2???

nO MORE ANGST LIKE THIS GANG

Dragons live much longer than humans. Archons are practically immortal. These two facts barely ever crossed his mind until you mentioned something to him one night. He'd wrapped his arms around you, and you'd hummed. He asked what was on your mind. "You'll outlive me," was all you replied with, before drifting off to sleep.

He didn't like that idea for obvious reasons. He thought about his mortality much more often after that. He loathed it. He despised how he was destined to live on without you. It was unfair. He loved you so much, more than anyone else before, and you'd only be there for a blip of time in contrast to forever. It was as if Celestia was laughing at him.

He began talking with Baizhu more, hoping against hope that his rumored searches into immortality could bring about anything to keep you here longer than was meant to be. He found nothing from Baizhu, so he began reading. He seemed desperate, suddenly putting more effort into extending your life than living his own. Hu Tao could only watch on in pity.

When you did pass, he didn't know what to do himself. All his reading, his research, his own experimenting built off of Baizhu's work. All of it was for nothing. He visits your grave everyday. It's surrounded by hundreds of flowers. Xiao tags along sometimes; he knew you were loved by Zhongli.

He said he'd never love anyone after you, and he was correct. He never even toyed with the idea. You were his one and only, and no others could ever compare.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

WHY IS SO FUCKING HARD PUT A "FEM" IN FRONT OF THE "READER"???????

NOT EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING SITE IS A FEM OR USES FEM PRONOUNS YOU DUMB BITCH

NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO READ HALF OF A HISTORY ONLY TO GET A FEM NICKNAME OR A FEM PRONOUN THAT YOU TAKE OFF YOUR ASS

JUST PUT THE FUCKING FEM READER YOU ASSHOLE YOU NOT GOING TO DIE IF YOU PUT THREE FUCKING LETTERS IN FRONT THE READER

IS SO FUCKING HARD DEFENDING SOME AUTHORS BECAUSE THEY CONTINUE BEING DUMB

SOME MASC PEOPLE HAVE A FUCKING DYSPHORIA OR THEY DAY RUINED BY THAT

YOU WON'T LIKE IF WAS A MALE READER WITHOUT SAYING IS MALE, THEN PUT THE FEM READER BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE EITHER

Hey💕💕💕

Can I request that instead of Adam being killed by Niffty it was male reader? Like he blocked Adam to not be killed. If you can thank you 💕

Don't worry babes, I've got you! Here, my dear, is reader dying for Adam. Enjoy the pain.

For you I'd bleed myself dry

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Angels were being slaughtered by demons, golden blood flooded hell's streets and in the middle of it there was you.

Adam had been beaten by Lucifer, the king of hell and devil himself had broken the first man's nose and was probably also responsible for some serious skull damage. The mask the brunette had been wearing when you had entered hell had been shattered, the only thing left were shards.

Lute was nowhere in sight as Adam crawled out of the crater Lucifer had created when he had slammed Adam onto the ground, his body was shaking and his face was covered in blood and the only clear thought that you were having was ‘Protect him at all cost’.

Adam's voice was furious when he spoke, yet still overly cocky and confident, he was still Adam after all, a few punches from the devil wouldn't change that. However, while he was stating that the demons weren't allowed to end it, that this was his to do and his alone, there was a little demon girl sneaking up behind him. Completely enraged, he didn't notice her, didn't hear her wicked little giggles.

Your body reacted quicker than your brain was able to process things because you were between your boyfriend and that sneaky demon in an instant, shielding your leader and boyfriend with your own body. Blood spilled from the wound as your body collapsed against Adam's, your hands weakly reached for his shoulders in order to keep your body up, but it wasn't working. The demon girl, you weren't completely sure but you thought Charlie had called her Niffty, withdrew the knife as abruptly as she had jabbed it into your chest. Then there was another stab.

Adam was quick to turn around once you had collided against him, he caught you in his arms, too shocked to react properly as little Niffty stood on your back, slamming the knife down a third time. He was frozen with fear, and could only stare as the scene played itself out right in front of him. He wanted to scream, to let go of his boyfriend and pull that bitch off of you. He wanted to grab her by her throat and tear her head off with his pure hands. But all he was physically able to do was to stare.

His golden eyes filled with tears as the way too pretty looking golden blood spilled from your mouth. Your body was weak, it was losing blood way quicker than you had thought. You wanted to reach your hand out for Adam's face to wipe away his tears, to tell him everything will be fine, that you will be fine. But all that your body could manage was a weak yet honest smile.

Niffty jumped off of you and giggled as she happily rushed over to her friends, “Charlie told me to stab, so I stabbed.”

A marrow-shaking scream ripped from Adam's throat, finally, finally he was able to move again. He grabbed a hold of your body firmly, ripped a piece of fabric off his robe to press it onto your wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. It was too late, you had already lost too much blood. Nothing he could do would save you. “Fuck,” the first man cried out, he sounded as if he were in pain and emotionally he was.

First Lilith had left him for Lucifer, then Eve had betrayed him and now he had lost you too..

“Don’t fucking die on me, Y/N,” he mumbled as he held your head against his chest, you were able to hear his heartbeat. It was quick and uneven, it made you worry about him. “You can't fucking die on me, you hear me bitch? You can't fucking leave me too,” his voice was filled with desperation and pain and if you're vision wouldn't be fading black, you would try to soothe him. But your body wasn't responding to you in the ways you wanted, in fact it had gone numb a while ago.

Adam's tears fell from his cheeks and fell on your face. You shakily inhaled his scent one last time before your eyes closed, there was no energy left in you to keep them open. “No, fuck no, stay with me,” the brunette slapped your cheek, careful not to hurt any more than you already were. “Don’t fucking leave me, you can't-,” he wasn't able to finish his sentence. Lucifer came up behind him, a firm hand was placed on Adam's shoulder.

“Gather your angels and leave,” the devil ordered, squeezing Adam's shoulder painfully as he dug his claws inside the flesh of the first man. Adam inhaled sharply, yet he didn't pull away either. The pain Lucifer was causing was nothing compared to the pain that ripped his heart apart. He was numb, there was no feeling left inside his limbs when he picked your body up. The leader of the exorcists hated how cold you felt against his skin, how dead you felt. Your halo had been picked up and placed onto your chest, right above the stab wound. The grip Adam had on you would've left bruises if you were still alive. He was afraid you'd disappear, that you would turn to dust before he would reach heaven.

The first man turned to Lucifer, directly facing the blonde king. With red eyes and pain audible in his voice he hissed, “That was one fucking step too far. For this,” he lifted your body slightly, “you’re gonna pay with your life. I will come back, we all will. And we will tear you apart, rip you to shreds. There will be nothing left of you.” And with the threat hanging in the air, he forcefully pushed himself off the ground and flew back in the direction where the portal was located. “Exorcists,” he yelled loud enough for the entire pride circle to hear his voice, “Retreat. We're done here. At least for now.”

-

The brunette was sitting on the highest roof heaven had to offer. Your body had been taken care of, it had been properly buried and he was the one who had made sure all your wishes about your burial had been granted. The only thing left was your halo.

That was also a thing you had requested, for Adam to keep your halo once you died.

So there he was, sitting on the highest roof, the roof where you two had shared your first kiss, as he looked down at your halo. The second you had died it had lost its glow, oh how he missed the glow of your halo. How he missed his boyfriend. It was unfair, Adam didn't understand why God seemed to hate him so much. Everything Adam had ever lost had been taken away from him.

You were everything to him.

STRIKEOUT. ( PART 2 ) — KEN SATO x Male!Athlete READER

Summary: An after-party. A conversation-turned-confrontation. Kenji finally meets the esteemed Toyo Bullet and struggles to define the difference between anger, terror, and infatuation.

# # TAGS: Even More Tension, Kenji Has a Good Relationship with His Team, Intense First Encounter, Domestic Sato Family Shenanigans

# # WARNINGS: Mature Language, Alcohol Consumption, Nothing Too Crazy, No Beta Again We Die Like Onda

Note: Okay, here we go: the actual second part. Again, I am so sorry for accidentally publishing my draft earlier — I am ill with embarrassment. But I’m very happy to know that people look forward to it! If you read the false-post, then you’ve only read half of the chapter. This one has over 3000 words more! Enjoy.

“It was a nail-biter of a game here at the New Tokyo stadium tonight, folks. Right off the bat, both teams were going neck and neck, toe-to-toe. And it seemed like neither one was willing to give an inch! Our home team managed to pull off a narrow victory in the end, and by narrow, I mean narrow, Kiba.”

“That is absolutely right, Sasaki. I truly have never seen anything like it in my entire career. And you know- you know I know a lot of baseball. You know I’ve been doing this for many years, but wow! Just- insane.”

“Truly a close call. Eight additional innings? To break the tie? I cannot believe it. Let me tell you, neither the Hiroshima Toyo Carp nor the Yomiuri Giants wanted to lose today.”

“If you look at the crowd, It looks like everyone’s been wanting to go home.”

Exhausted was an understatement. Kenji hadn’t felt this drained after a game since, well, only months ago: when he was still juggling the responsibilities of raising a baby Kaiju, carrying the weight of being Ultraman, and maintaining his reputation as a well-known baseball player. All of these, on top of the sleepless nights, no longer hindered him from his work. He usually left the stadium feeling brand new every single time — regardless of whether they won or lost. He had grown and learned to lean on people, to ask for help, accept defeat. Which was good and all that, but the point was: he was exhausted from this game. You had him panting for air like an overworked dog.

Shimura had Kenji on the field for longer than he should have been. While his younger, more egotistical self might have loved his moment in the spotlight, running base to base for six innings in a row was unsurprisingly really tiring. The teams had hit a clean tie by the ninth inning, and the tie-breaker lasted for eight more. You were eating their rookies alive and having their journeymen for dessert. When Shimura realized that Sato was the only one batting your pitches, he had him play for every round after the tie. The only times Kenji wasn’t on the field was when you weren’t either. Which wasn’t a lot. It scared him how you looked like you could throw that ball for days.

“Hiroshima’s L/n is just- an absolute unit, isn’t he?”

“He certainly is, Kiba. He certainly is. I mean his performance was near inhuman tonight. Each pitch was a gem and we- he really wanted us to know that he’s here, he’s ready, and he’s willing to change Japanese baseball. He was a major force out there on the field.”

“I cannot agree with you more. But credit where credit is due, we all know that the only reason the Giants are coming home with tonight’s win is because of none other than Ken Sato himself.”

“That’s right, Sato really put up a fight. L/n was throwing him off balance every time, but he always found his footing. I think tonight might have been the hardest I’ve seen him work. You know he- he usually makes his plays look effortless — disregarding last season’s slump.”

“I say he held his own very, very impressively. The team was right to rely on him. I know we’ve spoken a lot about their tension, but I’d say it’s their dynamic that really drove the point home. They were like- mirrors of each other out there. When you put two equal forces together, they deflect. You know what I’m saying?”

Kenji’s hand shook with a weakness he wasn’t familiar with. He stared at his calloused palm and noticed his fingers twitching. Shit. It really was some game. He might have been hitting the ball, but he was barely getting it through the field. Not only were your pitches fast, but there was weight to them, too. He was witnessing the caliber of your capabilities; understanding why you were the talk of every city.

The rest of the Giants came walking into the locker room, jeering and laughing amongst themselves. “That L/n is a real piece of work, ain't he?” Shirakumo, number 24, sat himself next to Kenji, unlacing his shoe. “Never seen anything like it.”

“Did you see the look on Tateoka’s face?” Yuki laughed, smacking his thigh. “Dude was scared shitless!”

“Hey!” Tateoka frowned in reply, tugging his jersey off his arms. “You try standing in front of that guy and telling me you don't feel a little threatened.” He shuddered, remembering the look in your eyes. Dark and pointed and menacing. “He was staring me down like he was gonna—”

“Eat you alive?” Kenji scoffed.

The team went silent, then erupted into a cluster of teasing ‘oooh’s. God. It reminded him of highschool.

“Oohh, yeah.” Yamada, number 21, slid over to him with a teasing tone. He wrapped an arm around Kenji’s shoulder and squeezed him closer. “I don't think I've ever seen Sato so shaken!”

He laughed, playfully pushing him away. He was also actually really sore on that shoulder. Hell, he could already feel the pain he’d need to go through just to get up tomorrow. He was going to need another ice bath. The rest of the boys jumped in on the jokes.

“Did you see the way he was looking at you Ken?” Tokuda opened his locker, grabbing a shirt from the top shelf. He whistled. “Like he wanted your head on a plate.”

Tanaka chuckled. “He wanted you dead, man!”

Kenji rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. Let's not get carried away. I never said I was shaken.”

“But that last bat was sweet as hell.” Yuki nodded. “I doubt any of us would've gotten through the guy if it weren't for Sato.”

“Well, duh.” Shirakumo shrugged. None of the Giants denied it. Ken was their star player. And tonight proved it more than ever. “We owe you for drinks, bud. Give us a date and we'll treat ya’ to someplace you like.” He slapped Ken’s back affectionately, which elicited a pained groan. “Shit, sorry.”

Kenji’s watch started beeping. He flinched at the sound, eyes widening slightly. “Uh, see you in a sec, guys. I gotta take this.”

He was there a moment, then gone the next. Kenji rushed himself out the hallways and into an empty locker room to answer Mina’s call. “Hey!” he greeted, anxiously. A screen projected itself from his watch and lit up his face. “Hey. Hi. What's wrong? Everyone alright? I know I said I'd be home soon, but the game took way longer than–”

He was interrupted by cheering. His father clapped and whooped with excitement as Emi occupied the background, screeching with glee. Kenji could see the ground shaking as she was jumping around and doing her special dance. One of Mina’s arms was protruding from the wall and waving celebratory flags. It immediately put a smile on his face, easing the tension from his shoulders. He was always happy to see everyone alright, and even happier to see them as their silly selves.

“Kenji!” cheered Hayao. “That was an incredible game! You were unstoppable!” The professor chuckled. Emi picked him up into a hug, slightly toppling the camera over. His legs swung like a ragdoll’s. “Okay, okay girl-”

Ken laughed, slightly shaking his head. “Easy, Emi. Put Grandpa down.”

“It was a very impressive game, Ken. Perhaps one of your bests.” Mina’s calculative yet affectionate voice echoed from his watch.

Hayao fell to the floor with an ‘oof’. “You didn't tell me you were playing against THEE Mets’ Bullet!” He scrambled to stand up, barely leaning on his cane. “I wasn’t even aware that he was signed into the Carp!”

Kenji’s smile immediately faded. “Okay.” He rolled his eyes. “He was alright, I guess. And we don’t actually know if he signed into it or if he was traded. We barely heard anything about him from the press.”

“Alright?” Professor Sato gasped, appalled. “Kenji, he was spectacular! He’s a lot like you, you know. I’ve always suspected that the both of you equalled in skill, but to see it in action? Phew.” He wiped some pretend sweat off of his forehead. “What a show! Eight extra innings to break a tie? Unbelievable! I highly doubt that he was traded. Who in their right mind would purposely lose a player like that?”

Kenji scoffed. “He wasn’t that good.” His sore limbs would like to say otherwise.

“He had you chasing after his pitches like a dog!”

“I don’t like that analogy.”

“I ought’ to rewatch that documentary they made about him. You know they’ve done studies on the physics of his throws.”

“Dad.”

“And how fortunate for Hiroshima to have gotten him out of all teams! I can tell that this season is going to turn around really fast. Just today he’s already scored-”

“Dad!”

“Oh. Sorry.” Hayao chuckled. “I’m just very excited to see the both of you on the same field.” Kenji sighed, nodding his head. “Anyway, congratulations on the win, my boy. I’m so proud of you. I always am. Get home safe. It may be late, but we still have a lot of leftovers from dinner!” Emi made a noise that let him know she was waiting, too.

Going home sounded like heaven. Ken wanted nothing more but to rest. Maybe kick back and have a chocolate shake while he and his family watched cartoons to fall asleep. It was the perfect way to end his night. It had been an unexpectedly long day and he looked forward to tomorrow’s well-earned break. Eight extra innings might even win him a second day of rest. Or a third, if Shimura agreed not to schedule him for the next game. Which, he doubted, if it meant you’d be playing.

“I’m on my way.” He ended the call, and opted to take the fastest way out, desperate to avoid the press.

Ken collapsed onto the floor, snuggling into Emi’s arm. Having washed up and eaten his dinner, he felt the last remains of his adrenaline-fueled strength die out like a dwindling flame. He felt as if his limbs were about to fall off. “Ugh,” he groaned. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.” Emi didn’t much care. She seemed to be preoccupied by the new ( gigantic ) stacking blocks that Mina made for her. Ken sighed, sinking deeper into her arm. “She always smells so good after her baths.” The baby Kaiju’s warm and heavy grasp felt like a weighted blanket. It was a comfort that Ken would find nowhere else.

Professor Sato walked past them, chuckling into his coffee mug. “That, she does. You should have seen her earlier, you know. I’ve never seen her so invested in a game.”

Kenji hummed. “Is that right?” He rolled onto his stomach, facing Emi. “Hey. Baby.” He poked her cheek. “Is that true? Did you cheer for Daddy? I bet you did.” Giving into his cuteness aggression he rubbed at her cheeks. Emi expressed her annoyance through a small squeak. “God, that mean old Bullet had Daddy running laps, didn’t he? We hate him, don’t we?” Kenji pushed her cheeks up and down, leading her into a nod. “Yes we dooo.”

Professor Sato laughed. “Whatever happened to sportsmanship?”

“Whatever happened to loyalty?” He pouted. “My own father, rooting against me. I would never root against you, Emi.” Wanting to return to her blocks, Emi lifted Kenji up by his torso and placed him on her head. The batter laughed, laying on her with no protest.

“What!” The professor exclaimed. “I never said I was rooting against you. I was just— feeling enthusiastic, that’s all. For both teams.”

Mina entered the room, her mechanisms humming faintly. “Good evening, everyone.” The Sato’s greeted her accordingly. “I have a message for Ken.”

The mentioned Ken slumped into his daughter, rolling his eyes. “Here we go. I bet it’s the press.” He scoffed. “Let me guess, at least 30 emails asking for my statement. Or, better yet, it’s Shimura warning me not to miss the next game.” He raised his fist, mocking a reporter’s tone: “We’ve witnessed baseball history tonight, folks! Blah, blah, blah.”

“Actually, it’s an invitation for something else.” Mina hovered closer. “An event.”

This caught his attention. Kenji tilted his head. “For what?”

“A party, hosted by various sponsors.”

“Bit too early for an afterparty, don’t you think?” Ken sighed, resting his head on folded arms. “We’ve only won one game.”

“I suppose it’s to celebrate Mr. L/n as well.” Mina would shrug if she had the shoulders to do so. “His coming to Japan is quite a big deal.”

“Great.” Kenji was half-asleep by then, eyes already closed. “All the more reason for me not to go.” The professor had settled himself onto one of the desks, getting into some light reading. Emi had grown tired herself, and decided that she was not interested in the blocks anymore. Waddling to her spot, (with Kenji still on her head), she yawned, and opted for some much-needed sleep.

Mina’s light blinked. “I think you should go, Ken.”

The rightfielder cracked one eye open. “And why would I do that?”

“I think it would benefit you to interact with Mr. L/n more.”

“Mina, that’s literally the last thing I want.”

“Is it?”

Ken frowned. “What do you mean, ‘is it’? Of course it is.”

“Your vitals seemed to say otherwise earlier.”

Kenji scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I was keeping careful watch of your vitals, as I always do. I have your daily status tracked and recorded.”

Kenji couldn't get rid of Mina’s voice in his head. Even amidst the warm crowd, with chatter swaying smoothly atop of light r&b music, he felt as if he could still hear her words ringing in the back of his mind. It remained vivid, though she had told it to him days ago. It was as clear as day. Like a broken record.

“Believe it or not, the heart beats differently for every emotion. There is a difference between fear, anxiety, excitement, and—”

Kenji stared at you from across the room, watching as you conversed with your team, nursing a glass of cold, hard whiskey. He watched as you bowed your head and smiled, listening for the faint, muffled sound of your laughter. He wondered what you were talking about; what joke might have made you grin that hard. He wondered why you seemed to illuminate a room, and why everyone seemed so drawn. His eyes were caught in the way the colorful lights sank into your hair.

“—Infatuation.”

You looked up, and your eyes met his. Kenji flinched. He felt his heart skip a beat. Shit, he thought. Mina was definitely going to catch that. She had probably already marked it down to tease him for it later. You held his gaze for longer than he could have standed and greeted him with that same annoying wink. The same one you gave him on the field. Confident, snarky, playful. You lifted your glass and took a sip, eyes still trained on his.

“What you may perceive as frustration for him might just be the opposite.”

Kenji's jaw clenched. Mina had no idea what she was talking about.

And he would prove her wrong tonight.

Like a soldier marching into battle, he waded through the party to make his way towards you. Was he intimidated? Yes. Unfortunately, he was. But he knew his way around a crowd, and his weapon-of-a-tongue knew all the right talk to make a conversation work. He was sociable like that. He was a poet, a wordsmith. If you weren't careful, one little exchange could have you wrapped around his finger. Some people called it his charisma, some blamed it on his irresistible good looks. Either way, Ken took it. He wasn't going to deny the fact that people loved talking to him — though he, admittedly, didn't really like talking to them in return. But he could do it. He could make it work.

Besides, how bad could you be?

With a newfound confidence, Ken dared to get closer. The distance between you and him lessened, and– oh, fuck, was that your cologne? He blinked. You smelled so good. Why did you smell so good? “Hey. Hi.” Shit. Abort mission. No, it's too late. Too awkward to back out. You were already looking at him. “L/n, yeah?” He spoke your name like he only just remembered you upon seeing you. When in truth, he hadn't stopped thinking about you since that damn first pitch. “Some game, huh?” Ken held his hand out for you to shake. ‘Fuck, I hope he doesn't notice how clammy it is.’

“Ken Sato.” It was the first time he heard your voice, as well as the first time he heard you say his name. He didn't like how his body reacted. There was a small shiver down his spine, a tingling flutter in his chest. You took his hand. Yours was cold. So cold. Kenji concluded that the icy glass of whiskey you had placed on the counter was to blame. He could feel your callouses against his. Your hands mirrored one another, marked with the battlescars of your sport. He was oddly sensitive to every detail. Touching you was.. a sensation.

You gave him a firm shake before promptly letting go.

“That's me,” he said, miraculously. Ken was oscillating between panic and confidence at a speed that likely wasn't normal. He was holding his own, though. Like the real champ he was. It was surreal to be standing in front of you without a ball to keep you apart. No bat, no competition. Just you, and a few shots of alcohol. “You adjusting into Japan alright?”

“As well as I can.” You shrugged. You had a tone to you; an elegant air of grace and self-assurance. You had no need to raise your voice because you knew he'd do his best to listen. It was pissing him off. “It's definitely different from the States.”

“I gotta say, I'm pretty surprised to see you here.” Ken usually knew what to say when it came to conversations. He never blanked out at interviews, nor left dead air hanging at conferences. But speaking with you made him feel like his vocabulary was on a limit. “After a game like that?” He whistled. “A lesser man would've taken a week off.”

“But we're not lesser men, are we, Ken?” A waitress passed by. Without the need to look, you had grabbed two shots of vodka from her tray. You handed the other one to him. “That's why you're here, too.”

He stared at you, brows furrowed slightly. “Exactly.” He took the shot from your hand and bumped the rim against yours. “Cheers.”

You grinned. “Cheers.”

Kenji tilted his head back, downing his drink, tasting the fire run down his throat. His face screwed up a little, but not enough for you to notice. You did the same, sighing the heat out of your nose. You allowed a small laugh to slip past your lips. “Japan’s liquor is surprisingly stronger.”

Kenji chuckled. “Yeah. If you know where to look.” The music felt like it was growing louder. He leaned in to speak to you better. “You know, I can't believe this is the first time we're meeting.”

You nodded. “Neither can I.”

“The Mets and Dodgers have always been at each other's throats, and yet—”

“Our schedules just never lined up.” You scoffed. “What are the odds of that, huh?”

It really was such a coincidence. If Ken had known that your interactions would've fired the press up as much as it did now, he would've fought to face you sooner. “When was it?” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember. “Playoffs. 2019, I think. The Mets were set to face the Dodgers.”

“2019,” you repeated, brows raised. “I was there.” Kenji took notice of the way your head slightly shifted to the side. Like you were trying to get a better look at him. He swallowed thickly. “I was there.” You shrugged. “You weren't.”

“I was overseas.” He was wanting another drink. But, speaking to you was surprisingly not horrible. “Didn't get back until 3 months in. And when I did—”

“I wasn't there,” you chuckled. “Alright. I remember. 2019, I was gone for half the season. Injury.”

“The world was in shambles.” Ken grinned at you. A second waiter passed by. He grabbed you another glass of whiskey. He took scotch for himself. “See what I mean? It's like– divine intervention.”

“Big word.” To say that fate had a hand to play in yours and his meeting was beyond your beliefs. You didn't place your trust in things like that. But to know that he had thought about it was charming.

“Hey.” Ken shrugged. “Ya’ never know.”

The music shifted, and so did the lights. There was a moment of quiet between the both of you, and in that time, you found a common interest in people-watching. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, nor the absence of something to talk about. The two of you merely agreed upon the minutes it took to watch the party unfold. A good number of the guests were already drunk. The dance floor was alight and occupied mostly by women. Ken rested his weight on one foot, sighing at his still-aching muscles. He wondered if you were any sore too.

“They love it, don't they?” You leaned your back against the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Ken took quick notice of the necklace worn loosely around your neck. A silver dogtag, similar to his. “The drama. The intensity. Even the things that go on beyond the field.”

Ken shrugged. “It's baseball. Who doesn't?”

“Exactly.” You smiled. “Which is why it's important to always let the home team win the first game.”

It took a moment for Kenji to process what you said. He was distracted by the colorful lights, his favorite song coming on, and a tray full of hors d'oeuvres. “Mhm.” He reached over to take one, before— “Wait.” His brows knitted together. “I'm sorry, what?”

“Hm?” You had your lips pressed together into a thin line. Your expression feigned innocence, a stark contrast to your bold statement. “I said it's important to let the home team win the first game.”

Kenji made a sound between a scoff and a laugh. He couldn't believe his ears. Had he been standing by the speakers for too long? “No, I heard what you said. What I'm asking is what you're saying.” It was a dare of a reply, with a tone that commanded: go on. Clarify.

Your smile refused to leave your face. Nearing the batter, ever so carefully, you whispered:

“I'm saying you won because I let you.”

Kenji blinked.

And there it was. He knew you were too good to be true. Goddammit, he knew it! Beneath your seemingly-perfect self was something cold and rotten and he called it. He fucking called it. How thrilled he was to be correct, and oh, how utterly terrified.

But this was good. This was absolutely good. He needed something to hold onto, something to keep himself afloat. The next time he found himself drowning in your eyes again, he'd only need to remember that you were a grade A asshole. That you had the audacity to claim that you were in full control of the game. Surely it would solve all his problems.

Kenji broke out into a laugh. It started out as a small cluster of sarcastic chuckles, but erupted into actual laughter. You were funny. So, so funny. Unbeknownst him, you were watching with amusement. “Because you let me!” Kenji repeated, smiling, but, exasperated. Two can play at that game. “Right. Of course. Totally not because you're an average pitcher and I can bat anything you throw.”

“If that helps you sleep at night.” You shrugged. Your attention wasn't on him anymore. You were watching the crowd, disinterested.

Kenji felt his eye twitch. “That's big talk coming from someone who got struck out by a rookie.” He was referring to the eighth inning, when Tateoka managed to bat your pitch into a homerun.

“That's right, Sato.” You laughed, low and sultry. “Batted by a rookie. How could I have struck you out at the last inning but be batted by a rookie?” You tilted your head at him, brows knitted together. You spoke in a sickeningly soft tone. Like you were helping a toddler understand something simple. “Doesn't seem to make a lot of sense, does it?”

Kenji was growing flustered. His face was warm and his fist was itching to meet your cheek. Nobody spoke to him this way. Sure guys had been mean to him before, but it was mostly because they were threatened by him. They'd tried to put him down and pick apart his flaws, but what you were doing was something different. You weren't claiming that he was weak, you were claiming that you were stronger. You didn't deny the amount of talent that Ken had in his body, but you were fully convinced that you had more. You were bigger, smarter, and better. And you had him under your control.

“Oh, c’mon. Seriously?” God, your voice. It infuriated him. It drove him insane. You leaned in, closer, whispering your words, as if hearing you through the party wasn't hard enough. He could smell the whiskey on your breath. It mingled with your cologne. It was intoxicating. “Are you blushing?”

He scoffed in disbelief. “No.” Except he totally was. He could feel the heat radiating off of his face. His breathing had gone shallow, his heartbeat rapid. “Why would I– Tch. You— You don't know what you're talking about.” Holy shit. He was a mess.

He wanted so desperately to blame it on the alcohol, but he knew damn well he wasn't drunk enough to be acting the way he was. He was stumbling over his words stone-cold sober.

You were smiling. He was dying, and you were smiling. “You amuse me, Sato.”

Ken took a cautious step back, knowing that being that close to you for too long was only going to make him worse. “Who the hell do you think you are, huh?” He had to retaliate somehow. Like a soldier fumbling for his sword, he had to get up and do something. “You don't think I don't know what this is? Where you're heading?”

You tilted your head. “Do enlighten me.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Sure. Celebrity-Athlete from America waltzes into Japan thinking he's the shit— that he can rule the world. He's a shiny new toy and everyone's just dying to catch a look. Nevermind that his old team traded him off, nevermind that he goes home to an empty penthouse. He's got the stats to prove his skills and he thinks he doesn't need anything else.” Ken dared to retake a step forward. He sort of regretted it when you didn't take a step back. “Well, guess what,” he continued. “I've been where you are. I know how you feel, what you're thinking.

Everything you're trying to be is a shadow of what I already was.”

There was a beat of silence. You weren't smiling anymore. You were staring at him, stone-faced, seemingly indifferent.

Kenji narrowed his eyes. “So don't go talking to me like you're any better.”

He didn't know what to expect. You were quiet for such a long time that he thought you were going to snap. He partially expected a punch to the chin. But you were calm. There wasn't a trace of irritation on your face. Instead, you set your glass of whiskey — now empty — on the counter behind you. With a sigh, you shoved a hand in your pocket. “Are you done?”

Kenji blinked.

“Let me tell you something, Sato.” You raised a brow at him. Ken felt his heartbeat pick up again. Your once-approachable gaze shifted into something cold and commanding. He swallowed thickly. “There is a difference between you and me. And that difference is the fact that I don't settle.”

Kenji was glaring at you, brows fixed together.

A teammate called you from the other side of the room. You nodded at him, once, then returned your focus to the Yomiuri Prince. You placed a hand on his shoulder, tauntingly, smiling at him as if you'd known him your whole life. “I hope last season’s slump accustomed you to the feeling of losing those points.”

Kenji wanted to say something, but his lips refused to move. Somehow, the blaring music in the background had faded into a muffled blur. All he could hear was your voice. Like a moth to a flame.

You winked at him. Again. And like before, his body reacted in ways he didn't like. You squeezed his shoulder once, before leaving to go to your friend. With your back turned against him, Kenji released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He clutched his chest, watching wide-eyed as you moved through the crowd. He could still smell your cologne. The last thing he heard from you was,

“I'll see you on the field.”

taglist: @fairy-lenaa @moonjellyfishie @witchygod — Thank you for your patience!

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. kenji sato x m!reader.

A/N: i’m sorry if I make grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. Really thank you very much for the support in the last one, I had honestly uploaded it with the idea that I would delete it later, but it was too nice to know that some people had liked it. Thank you very much, again. 🫶🏻

Damn, I must admit that it is quite complicated to translate writings into another language, more so because certain words are lost in the translation. In a nutshell, I burned the two neurons I had trying to make this understood well and perfectly, I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. A kiss to all those people who translate their writings.

➛ CONTENT; Fluff, too much in my opinion. ➛ m!reader It contains a couple of headcanons(? and two short stories, mention of a baseball reader, mention of a private and practically secret relationship, silly and very cloying romance. (I love that, I'm sorry 😔)

Kisses over here kisses over there. Sato LOVES kisses, uniquely and specifically from you. He would die without them.

Kisses on the forehead, kisses on the neck, on the cheeks, on the hands, eskimo kisses, french kisses, butterfly kisses, any type of kisses and anywhere. He would make sure to discover and experience all of them with you. Without really reaching anything sexual, just a sweet moment shared between you two.

The tip of your nose brushed against Kenji's, and you both stood still, looking at each other. There's not much to say; you knew perfectly well what he wanted just with that look, and Kenji knew perfectly well that you would refuse, not because you didn't want to, but according to you, this was not the right place. Not with a lot of people around. At this point, you were grateful that, right now, you two were a little further away from the rest of the team. This distance shouted danger wherever you looked at it. "Kenji, no." you hurried to say "just one, please" he answered at the same speed as you, begging you with his eyes as if he were a poor hungry puppy "please, you always say the same thing. And it never ends up being just one" you whispered, laughing as you leaned away from him "please, please, it will be so fast that no one will see it, I promise" he took you by both hands, preventing you from moving away. He brought you back to him with short laughs, looking for your gaze. You looked at him carefully, observing how he had unconsciously licked his lips. One of his hands moved away from yours to take the visor of your cap, lifting it a little so that he could look at your face better "stop looking at me like that, you make the situation more difficult" he murmured almost in a whisper. You snorted as you looked at him with irony "that is my usual look, Ken"

His lips sometimes taste like coconut water. The first time you noticed that you couldn't help laughing a little at him until you admitted that you liked. Since then, strangely and by pure CASUALTY, his kisses sometimes tasted like that flavor more than usual.

Poor man, he didn't like that drink at all but he would do anything to see you smile.

You licked your lips, savoring once again that subtle coconut flavor that had been impregnated in your mouth after your kiss with Kenji. "so... coconut water, huh?" you quipped, casting a playful glance at the boy beside you. Kenji only rolled his eyes while his smile spread. He hadn't realized how much he had been drinking that particular beverage until its flavor had remained even in your mouth. "Mina has been making me drink those things for days!" Kenji replied, making sure to emphasize the last word in an exaggerated tone, you let out a laugh while you stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Well, give my biggest congratulations to the chef for an incredible dish"

He has something with the kisses at the corner of the lips; they are not his favorites, but he doesn't hate them either. Those are perfect if you both want to give each other a quick kiss in public and secretly. The way you make them so sweet when you give them to him is magical. The kisses on the forehead are given more by you than by him. His heart melts when you take him by the cheeks and bring him closer to you to plant them in the sweetest way possible, so sweet that he would probably fall into a diabetic coma. He loves to kiss you many times on the cheeks and observe how, little by little, they turn slightly pink. He likes to annoy you with that because the way you try to deny it and hide your face (failing in it because It's impossible to erase your huge smile) makes him smile like a complete idiot in love. There is a special kiss that he likes a lot, one that goes on the back of his neck. You usually give them to him when he's turning his back on you or you hug him from behind. You know it tickles him and that's why it's one of your favorites. He likes it when you slide your hands around his waist, but it's a secret.

The first time you two tried to give each other a French kiss it was a COMPLETE DISASTER. I don't think there is much need to give details. I'm just going to say that the situation was not so uncomfortable thanks to you and your optimism, that only ended up as a funny memory and most of the time you two make jokes about it. Eskimos kisses are another of your favorites, they happen frequently whether intentional or not. They usually happen before a normal kiss on the lips. You like to use it to make fun of Ken by making him believe that you are going to kiss him, but in the end you only rub your nose against his. It's quite fun to see him change his expression so quickly.

Oh the kisses on the hands, both of you love them. Sometimes he gives them unconsciously when he has one of your hands and the same thing happens with you too. He thinks that your hands are very pretty. Unlike his, you tend to have a softer hands. 

Butterfly kisses usually happen when you are very close to one of his cheeks or your face is hidden in the hollow of his neck, your eyelashes tickle him, so you usually snatch one or three laughs from him. 

For that reason, you love these kisses.

By the way, feel confident to correct me with certain words that I have used wrong and give me a couple of tips, I have no problem with it as long as you do it in a respectful way.

Take good care of yourself! 💗

Bro I just read an x reader fic under a x male reader tag, IT'S A GODDAMN FEM READER RAHHHH KYS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🚹🚹🚹

Literally kys I keep finding x fem reader on x male reader, cant people just not use fem reader on x male reader, and like DON'T JUST USE X READER IT IMPLIES GENDER NEUTRAL AND THEN IN THE MIDDLE IT USES SHE/HER HWAT FRHEHYF CIDICLDLD Njsmsm

nah someone just reblogged one of my drabbles n fr said this:

AND THEN THEY DELETED IT (i think)

so you know i just had to

Bills dread era definitely makes me feel something….

Just look at him, how could you not fall in love ????

i love my men pathetic, in need of therapy and with a long list of crimes

彼の目はまだ輝いています

"gods, why are you bein' so worried 'bout it?" satoru's words are slurred, like he's trying to be delusional about the whole thing. "'m gonna come back. i promise."

you nod, as he wipes the tears from your eyes. "i-i just ... don't want you to go ... you just got unsealed ... and ..." now he's going to fight sukuna. yeah, that's it. the sentence that you can't finish.

"once i win this fight, i'll make sure every moment counts with you, 'kay?" and for a moment, you think that everything's going to be okay. you think that he'll just come back from this, and when he does, satoru's going to give you a hug, a big one. and maybe a few kisses added into the mix.

his eyes have always seemed so bright. always shining, always sparkling and glinting like the sun was glowing its rays on his pupils all the time. the only time you can ever recall where they became dark was when his best friend, suguru, left.

but suguru was now gone, and now, the only thing he could look forward to was you. and with you, there was no reason his eyes could stop sparkling and glinting.

since he was unsealed, satoru stopped wearing his blindfold completely. you think this look suits him way better, and you're able to see his eyes clear as daylight, but you wonder if it hurts. having the six-eyes would hurt, right? that was why he wore sunglasses in your high school days, and bandages after that, and finally, stuck with a blindfold.

each of those changes was made because something happened to suguru. after suguru left, satoru couldn't bear to see the memories with those sunglasses, and used bandages instead. when he killed suguru, he couldn't bear to use those bandages anymore, and switched to a blindfold. sometimes, you wonder if the true romance was between the two of them, instead of satoru and you.

and you really wonder that when you see his lifeless body, split in two, on the ground as you watch the fight.

huh. his eyes still shine.

his eyes still shine because of you.

not because of suguru, not because of his students, not because of shoko, because of you.

and for a moment, seeing that, you have faith. you have faith that he'll survive, no matter how much hope has been lost.

~~~

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混濁した気持ち掠れる燈

synopsis: before my good will crumbled away, i should have told you everything. those words play like a broken record in geto suguru's mind as he walks away from jujutsu tech knowing there's no way that he's going back. not after everything. he can't free himself from this, so why live the way that he wants before the chains bring him down and he loses himself? where shall i go tomorrow? his mind questions. but he knows he has no home, not anymore. his only home was you.

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author's thoughts: i just needed to make this angst right after trying to make it a college!au, sorry to my friend who loves geto too much, and sorry to everyone who hates geto angst lol. but listening to akari is going to kill me and the english translation breaks my heartttttt ... you stupid monkeys. bring geto back to life or everyone dies right now by my hand. this used to be called 'メロンパンのキス' someone murder me

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it was around the later part of the year of 2006, you believe it was.

all four of you, the second-years, were stupid teens who didn't know a single thing about what they were doing, just going along for the fun of it. especially gojo satoru and his best friend, geto suguru.

the latter just happening to be the very same person that you looked up to, the very same person that you expressed strong feelings for.

it was a day when all of you were out with the first-years, cans of cola being passed around and the boys searching aimlessly under vending machines just for a precious glimpse of coins; spare change that the monkeys of the public did not wish to find.

you remember suguru screaming something about not being paid enough, and gojo telling him that he was from 'an underling clan' and 'broke' in bursts of jokingly irritating phrases.

you remember suguru taking none of it seriously, just hiding under the vending machine more, his hair messy and falling out of its bun. you remember going under there with him, laughing and searching for coins while the dust from the pavement and the underside of the vending machine littered itself all over the both of you.

it was just another day where the spring of youth beat down its warm sun on the crazy lot of you, another day of pure, serene immaturity. another day, where the sunshine that made up satoru, suguru, shoko, kento, and haibara would always tag along with whatever new stupid thing you were doing. all before everything else happened.

you wished those days would come back - especially that day. that day, when geto suguru taught you to kiss.

it was the same day that you were both hiding under the vending machine.

you brush yourself off, hands getting coated with a thin layer of dust, all coming off from your jujutsu tech uniform. "ew, the dust got all over me. how come you always manage to look so clean? you were there with me under the vending machine, weren't you?"

suguru looks back at him, raising an eyebrow. "oh? i thought i was pretty messed up as well. i guess i'm not alone now, y/n." his words drawl out, most probably because of the heat that radiates completely from the air around you, humid and almost dewy, sweet to the touch and taste. he smiles, and you swear that the world brightens up by a thousand times, at least.

then, suddenly, his hand's on your cheek, rubbing off some of the dust that was on there. it's a weirdly cliché scene, but it's a scene that you'll take - mostly since it's suguru doing it. but, oh, if it was anyone else, they'd be taking punches to their face and kicks between their legs. "you got a little .. somethin' on your cheek, so ... yeah."

you never thought that geto suguru could be awkward in any way. he was always so suave about everything he did, whether it was playing basketball with satoru, or whether he was disobeying yaga's orders. but right now, in this moment, he was awkward. sweat threatens to fall down his face, and not just from the heat of the atmosphere. suguru fiddles with his fingers, chuckling softly. you look at him, almost startled by the sound.

"what were you just doing?" you can hardly believe it, your lips hardly stretching apart to create the mere sounds of these words. "i mean, i'm not .. like ... saying that that was bad ... but still. what was that?"

"can you not get hints, or do you just not watch romance movies?" suguru brings you closer to him, and you grin.

"i can bet that you watch less romance movies than me, sugu. most of the time, you're on the hub. don't think i don't know you're watching girls get .. y'knowed ... out of their minds while pretending you're doing something cool with satoru." you sigh. "you know that stuff makes me uncomfortable."

"hey, look, if it makes you uncomfortable, then i'll gladly stop it. you're my first priority, y/n. even before shoko, even before satoru. heck, i'd give up my cursed technique just to make sure you're safe. not that i want it in the first place."

"eating balls made of curses is cool, though. also manages to give you some practise for the future, hmm? like kissing. i haven't ever kissed someone before, and when i do, in the future, i bet i'll be so bad at it that the person i'm kissing won't want to be with me anymore once they taste my lips."

"i'm sure that no one will do that. anyway, curses taste bad. like, really bad. like ... a rag that's used to wipe up vomit and shit, that's pretty much it. and as for the no kissing thing, how come you haven't kissed anyone before? you seem like a nice person - hell, the best person i've met in the jujutsu society. everyone else either just wants money, or are narcissists, or even more than that."

"yeah, i guess. but no one likes me in that way, not when they get to know me like you do. no one could ever."

"that's not true. that could never be true. i could prove that you're wrong, right here, right now." his stance straightens up, and suguru squares his shoulders slightly, eager to prove his point.

"and what do you mean by that?" you want your comment to sound teasing, but apparently, to suguru, it's a cry that you really can't get any of the messages that he screams at you with each action, each word, each letter. he's almost exasperated with you, until suguru realises - he can't be exasperated with you. every second, every minute with you is a refreshment to him, a reminder that maybe, not everyone out there is bad.

but sometimes, his second thoughts still take over.

"you really can't take any hints, don't you?" suguru smirks. "then ... let me teach you to kiss. so whatever or whoever's your future partner will know. you're good at smooching."

suguru makes this topic sound innocent, almost childlike, in a sense. but then again, you guys were old enough to talk about this stuff. it wasn't a time to put topics like love and crushes aside. you wouldn't get a chance to gossip about it when you were older, especially not when all of you were budding jujutsu sorcerers.

"so, what you're saying is ... you want me to practise kissing. with you?" it sounds like a lucid dream, one that you would make up in the middle of the night when your thoughts are just occupied by suguru and geto suguru only. it's a trend for you, but you never thought that it would actually happen in real life. suguru ... asking you to kiss him.

but it was only just a practise, right? it was nothing more than that. plus, the others were all off getting hamburgers or something. the whole scene was just suguru and you, so there was nothing to be ashamed about. of course, whenever anything was to do with suguru, there was never going to be anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about in the first place.

"yes? isn't that basically what i just said?"

"yeah. i just ... couldn't comprehend it for a second." suguru seems eager. way too eager for your taste. but who are you to reject it when it's a cute guy with cute raven-coloured bangs asking for a kiss?

it was just one, wasn't it? there was nothing wrong, and though your inhibitions told you not to, that they tugged at you and told you something was going to go wrong, you oblige.

"you initiate or i initiate?" suguru's question is straightforward, but you have a hard time understanding it. or maybe it wasn't the understanding bit, but rather, the acting bit. if you start the kiss, then it would be awkward, as you didn't know how to kiss. if suguru starts the kiss, on the other hand, it would always be awkward, because you didn't know how to kiss.

you point to him, seeing that there's no other solution.

he nods, almost as if he knows what he's doing (suguru looks like he knows what he's doing, in reality, he doesn't), and leans in, letting a hand escape to the back of your head and stay there, not willing to move. his other arm snakes around your waist, and you swear that a shiver runs down your spine at that very moment.

and, without even thinking about it, you wrap your arms around his neck. you two already look like a proper couple, and yet, it was just a kiss. just a practise, a tryout that suguru had decided to just ... pop the idea out of nowhere.

"three, two, one." his voice echoes in your ears with each countdown of each number, and you find yourself drowning in every tone, in every inflection that his voice creates, in an illusion of truth and false, a line in the sand that you can no longer make out.

and then your lips crash messily, and in that split-second, that fracture in time that can't be repaired, you realise, as well, that suguru has no experience in kissing. you don't know what he was thinking, getting you to believe that he was amazing at this subject and was going to guide you along the way to pressing your lips against someone else's, but in this moment, you realise that he's just a newbie.

but he's just as willing as you to kiss.

you both pull apart, and the only words that escape your mouth are, "you've never kissed someone apart from me, have you?"

and his only words are, "yeah. you caught me, y/n."

before you know it, another kiss comes between the two of you. and within the space of another minute, a few more. and a few more. and a few more, so many that you can't count. with each one comes a sense of improvement, a sense that things might get better with each love-filled sensation.

deep inside your mind, though, you know. this sensation won't last. this sensation will be a one-off, and then it'll never happen again. enjoy it while it lasts, l/n y/n.

after that moment, time seemed to just run away for all of you. there was no sense of days, weeks, months.

just the same little time loop, repeated again and again and again until you all dived into oblivion and crumbled into dust in what seemed like a shakespearean tragedy. no more was the blue spring of youth. it faded in all of your minds.

from what you recall, it all started with the introduction of act 1 of the 'amanai riko' play - the play that would soon evolve to become the 'premature death' play, and even more.

you didn't know anyone who would be brave enough to give up their whole position in life to become the star plasma vessel. master tengen was bad enough, so why would you just ... throw away everything for the sake of the jujutsu world? why not just live your life as a free person instead of dedicating your own heart and soul?

but you never got a chance to ask riko, and even in the times when you did want to question, it was already too late for that.

and, oh, the sounds were so loud. every shout, every scream, every fall from a building, every save, every cup of tea drank, every new person beat up by the best friend duo, everything. and those sounds only got worse as you headed further and further into the play. they rolled around and had fun in your mind, and only became louder with every step you took, every breath you heaved out.

if there was one thing that you knew about jujutsu sorcerers now, it was that they were selfish. and, before, you honestly thought that you weren't. but, usually, when a person thinks that they are not something, they most probably are. and it was too late, after he left, that you realised - you were just like the rest of them.

selfish. self-centred. unable to see what was going on around themself.

especially when it came to suguru. you failed to see just the direction he was going in. but how could you? he was fine during the mission, but the moment .. she .. fell down, dead, something snapped. but he still stayed around, so it probably wasn't that moment that made him make that choice.

it must have been something after that, you think. loneliness under crying, loneliness under crying, a cycle that he hid from the lot of you. it made you wonder - did suguru ever really trust you the way he should? did he see you as friends in the first place? or were you guys just people who would, in the end, disappear from his life?

bang went the gun. both you and suguru merely stare as the figure in front of you falls to the floor, landing on her side, a bloody patch forming on both sides of her skull.

amanai riko almost looks like a perfect little mannequin, except the fact that her headband has now been ripped by the sheer force of the bullet shooting through her head and exiting through the other side.

it was cruel. no, it was more than cruel. you could hardly describe the scene even years later; it was just too terrifying for anything of the sort.

if the context of riko dying wasn't existent, it would be almost comical and ... humorous ... to see suguru's expression change from a sweet smile, asking riko to come back with him to the upper world, to live the life that she truly wanted ... to horror as she tried to take his hand, but failed as she was shot. your hands drop to your sides, not sure what to do.

just a few seconds earlier, it seemed like .. it seemed that everything would be okay. that the light would take over the darkness and everything would be fine. you'd would get riko up there and you'd live your days happy - with satoru, shoko, kento, haibara - and of course, suguru.

just a few seconds earlier, you were actually relieved for once in your lifetimes.

suguru's eyes drift down to the girl on the floor, and within split-seconds, realise that there's no going back for her. even in this silence, he knows.

if he tries to save her, there's no point. but if he stands there, the guilt will end up filling his systems and overspilling. therefore, the only choice right now is to attack the guy that shot riko.

he looks at you, unsure. but you don't give him an answer, whether it's with your facial expression or your words. so you've changed as well, he thinks. maybe you weren't the right person, then. maybe you really just .. didn't want to be here with him and really was just using him for your own purposes.

maybe you really hated him, like how he thought that everyone else hated him. satoru looked like he liked suguru enough, but not enough to try and save him from this abyss, save him like a best friend should save their other best friend from something that was attacking them and eating them from the inside-out. but how could someone save someone else from their own persona?

suguru didn't know. they should have figured it out themselves.

in a way, sorcerers were just as bad as monkeys. it wasn't just the selfishness that all of them adopted for no singular reason, it was even more than that. it was the fact that they didn't care - didn't care about anyone else, whether they were close to the sorcerer themself or not. there was no way that they could care about anyone else ... because this world wouldn't allow it.

the moment you cared for somebody else, the 'silly' story that you were living ... just dissipated. everything would just crumble - all the goodwill, all the cheerfulness, and everything left was a barren land of regret and darkness. at least, that was what suguru now saw of the world.

maybe, once upon a time, he'd look upon your blushing face and laugh. once upon a time, he'd be content with what was going on, and smile along with the others. but now, when satoru asked him how he was, he'd say nothing. he'd hide in the shadows and use that darkness to try and cover up, try to erase all the curses that rose up inside of him.

every time he tried consuming a curse, it would come back to bite him in the ass. that power, all that power, would turn against him. suguru could feel it, crying out and writhing inside of him like there was no end. but there was going to be an end - just not for the curses, for him.

bang went the foot on his face as fushiguro toji stepped on him. suguru felt his consciousness waver, and his walls get wrecked. sleeping, sleeping, sleeping until the brand-new morning, his mind told him.

the brand-new morning, when he would finally be able to escape from the very same place that had sheltered him from the rest of his inner thoughts, and brought them away from him so that the ploy of 'geto suguru' would somewhat be sane.

he wished that everything would change. but no matter how much he wished, he wouldn't be able to change his feelings.

you cut the memory short. you don't want to remember that. your mind switches back to better memories - heated nights but nothing more than makeout sessions - hugs and cuddles - suguru benchpressing you while you read a book - the first time both of you got caught smooching each other by shoko and satoru - falling into suguru's arms as you failed to attack him using your cursed technique, and even more.

but there were times when he'd go missing - for longer than any of you would wish he'd go for. you knew his heart hurt - more than it should be hurting, but you never knew why. was it because riko died? was it because his apparent 'moral argument' wasn't really a moral argument after all? was it because you'd all pushed him to the brink and left him there, unable to help?

and suguru was only the first of the losses. your mind was unable to recognise anyone else that died - it was all a blur, a replaying of the recording of suguru leaving all of you. you wished that, the day that he met up with shoko ... you wished that that was you. you didn't know why you wished that he'd talk to you instead of shoko.

maybe it was because he was no longer comfortable with you, that he didn't trust you anymore. maybe it was because he knew that you would immediately try to fight him, to bring him back to the person that you knew he could be. but to suguru, he knew that he couldn't be a person that he'd left behind ages ago.

monkeys had changed him. so, in the end, the only thing he could do to make another one of those 'blue springs' was to massacre all monkeys and make sure none of them came back. 112 people, all gone.

there were so many more to go.

if it's worthless, then i'll just destroy it, his mind said to him that day. and, from then on, no matter who tried to call to him, they could never get him back.

geto suguru was no more than an illusion after that, someone who had no use for yesterday, only tomorrow, someone who had nothing to look for, had nothing left, someone who found no significance.

but if there was one, one single thing that he regretted, it was not telling you everything. everything, from the beginning, until the very end. would you accept him, then?

would you say the words that you were so obliged to say to him, or would you give suguru the answer that he dreaded so much? would it be a 'you aren't the only one going through this' or would it be a 'just who the fuck do you think you are?' or a 'are you faking this?'

you wonder, again, if this was all a ploy. you knew well enough that through his years at jujutsu tech, suguru had basically pretended to be the good kid. well, compared to satoru, anyone could be considered a good kid, so it wasn't a hard task.

but it was just something about him that made him different to the traditional class pet. was it his stupid bangs, or was it his deep eyes? was it his calm demeanour, or was it something more than that? you know that girls swarmed to him more than they swarmed to satoru (like that bruised his ego at all), but he never wanted them.

as you clasp your hands together, your mind slowly starts to malfunction, like the cogs and spirals that make up your brain have gone completely. it just might be a sign, you realise. a sign telling you that you should stop thinking about him.

because no matter how you try to picture it, and no matter how you try to make it seem better in your dreams, nothing will change.

a/n: shoko is an underrated character and i should have put her more in this fic ....... asdfghjjggff so much geto angst

no braincells to be found 😭

When your former team posts about you more than your current one

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I MIGHT, be able to make this 🙏🙏🙏🙏,but I'm still busy with school 😔

Is it too much to ask someone to write a lestappen fic based on “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat? That song has been all over my fyp 😭

Like one of them really wants to get caught kissing and wants to show the other off too 🙏🏻 maybe max wants to do it after the pics we got of Charles from the Ferrari gala in NYC.

I can never message someone, I'm so socially awkward 😔😔😔🐎☝

another angsty geto fic coming out, maybe later today or tomorrow

Omg hear me out

Is it too much to ask someone to write a lestappen fic based on “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat? That song has been all over my fyp 😭

Like one of them really wants to get caught kissing and wants to show the other off too 🙏🏻 maybe max wants to do it after the pics we got of Charles from the Ferrari gala in NYC.

STRAWBERRY SOJU ALL THE WAY

tell me in the tags either the worse drink you've ever had or what you do to alcohol to make it palatable

give me an exact time, date, hour, minute, second, millisecond GRRRRRRR

another angsty geto fic coming out, maybe later today or tomorrow