𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ even after two years of marriage, husband!gojo still enjoys indulging you whenever you 'fangirl' about him :: tags. wife!reader. fluff.
“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.
satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation the universe has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”
you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.
“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on the so-called ‘mysterious white-haired sorcerer’. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.
the way you talk about your crush—him—is filling his stomach with butterflies. your husband can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.
when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.
“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.
satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.
it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.
“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”
your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.
you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.
“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.
you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.
“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.
somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it.
he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”
nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.
૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა Hi this is kinda bad but i needed it to get out of my drafts + Sorry for the rushed ending ok Bye 😂😂
BEING CORTIS’ MANAGER is difficult for multiple reasons. the first reason being the scheduling. whether it's for performances, dance practice, comeback meetings—your week was always packed. always needing to follow them around, to be there in case of any conflicts or assistance.
the second reason being a fresh twenty year-old female practically mothering five (more like four, maybe three depending on the situation), rowdy, and loud teenage boys.
one was always complaining (keonho) about the other (martin), someone was burning something in the kitchen (seonghyeon), one of them is always spacing out during check-ins (juhoon), and the last was either trying to help out or also entertaining the shenanigans of the younger ones (james).
but that wasn't the most difficult part of your job.
you had built a relationship with all five of them over time, despite their initial reaction to getting a female manager. you would even consider some of them as your brothers—they nearly act like your actual one anyway.
and sure, being their manager got annoying once in awhile—especially when keonho and seonghyeon feel extra evil and decide to not listen to a word you say, or when they can't decide on what to eat because they're all too stubborn to agree on something—but managing (or mothering) them wasn't necessarily difficult.
they were all respectful boys. always making sure they're on time to the meetings, attentively listening and giving their own opinions. they were sweet, kind, and caring. the moment you had told them your birthday was coming up, they planned a surprise party like they would for themselves. they were passionate about their work and it was clear to you that these guys are exactly where they want to be in life
the most difficult part of your job was having to keep secrets. but it wasn't the typical secrets where you had to refrain from telling the group when they would be able to prepare a new song for fans.
in fact, you would consider this to be way worse. because, no one—not a single person—could know about it.
“it” being the secret glances from across the room and trying to hold hands without anyone noticing. trying to keep yourself composed despite his flirty grin plastered on his face. even just feeling his presence in the same room was difficult, regardless if you've known the group for almost a year now.
it was zhao yufan.
he was the most difficult part of your job. not because he himself was difficult to handle. in fact, he was just as thoughtful and respectful as the other boys, if not more. if the others refused to listen to you, he would be the one to take over and get everyone in their place, and you didn't have a problem with that.
not at all.
you actually appreciated the extra help, and you supposed it was the mature thing to do on his side considering he was only a month younger than you.
but my god did he make your job difficult when he decides to stand a little too close to you around everyone else. when he sends you a shameless wink through the mirror as the stylist does his hair. when he comes back from a performance all sweaty and hot and immediately looking for you to wipe the sweat off.
it was irritating.
yet, you couldn't seem to stop him and his antics. if anything, you were just as bad as him. you entertained his interactions with you. the goofy ones where he's trying to make you and the members laugh, the ones where you two would gossip amongst yourselves, the flirty ones—you let it all happen.
you let him ask you out and go on late night convenience store runs together. you let him facetime you every night and sleep on call. you let him kiss you in private when no one is looking. you let him confess to you that he's liked you for awhile, and you confessed that the feeling was mutual.
it wasn't the dating part that was difficult or bothering you, nor was it james and his stupidly handsome face—that was the easiest part of it all, actually.
it was the self-control.
because apparently, neither of you had any.
“five minutes!” you call down the hallway. the venue was loud even before the show started. staff rushing past with headsets, stylists doing last minute touch-ups, stage managers yelling cues—the typical scene prior to a performance.
james is already half dressed in his stage outfit—white jacket hanging off his shoulders, in-ears dangling around his neck. his hair is messily styled with purpose. he looks good.
too good.
he catches your eye through the mirror, giving you a look that you knew far too well. you swallow and glance around to make sure no one’s paying attention.
“don't start,” you warn under your breath as you step into the dressing room.
“start what?” he says innocently, though the corner of his mouth tilts up. you move closer to fix the collar of his jacket. “you know what.”
“i'm about to go on stage,” he murmurs, leaning into you. “i need my motivational kiss.” he brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face before tilting your chin up. “please?”
you narrow your eyes at him. “pretty please?” he repeats, thumb lightly brushing your chin.
you glance toward the open doorway of the dressing room. staff bustle past, but no one is really paying attention. still it was risky—incredibly risky. “james-”
before you could finish, his lips were already latched to yours and his hands were settled at your waist, gently holding you still. you tried, you really did try to not give in—but the way he kissed you so softy yet so desperate made your head spin.
his fingers press a little firmer into your waist, pulling you half a step closer. your hand slides from his collar to the back of his neck. “we can’t,” you murmur against his lips.
“we just did,” he replies, brushing his mouth against yours again. “and we still can.”
“james,” you whisper, trying to sound stern—though, it comes out weaker than intended. he kisses you again, tilting his head slightly as he deepens the kiss. his thumb traces a small circle against your waist, and your fingers run through his hair, tugging on the strands lightly. he lets out a soft inhale that makes your head spin even more.
“we really shouldn't be doing this. here, at least.” you try again, but you don't pull away. he laughs softly at that. “you're the manager,” he murmurs back. “you tell me when to stop.”
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. his lips curve faintly against yours. he knows. you know. because, instead of stopping this—you kiss him again. his hands slide securely around your waist this time, desperately trying to keep you close.
the hallway outside grows louder—footsteps, laughter, someone faintly calling for james—but it's all background noise now.
james shifts, gently backing you toward the wall beside the vanity. your shoulder brushes it lightly, making it echo a soft thud, though neither of you react. your hand tangles deeper into his hair, and he exhales against your mouth again. you giggle against him, about to pull away until–
“i need to bleach my eyes!” keonho yells. the two of you pull away as fast as you could before someone else enters. your eyes widen seeing the youngest standing in the door way, hands dramatically slapped over his eyes.
you glance over at the door again, hoping—praying—that this was not happening right now. but, much to your demise, it was. and to make matters worse, the rest of the group seemed to have appeared after keonho’s outbreak.
you feel your face heat up. “oh my god,” you whisper to no one in particular. martin towers behind him turning red as ever, seemingly trying to bite back a shriek as loud as keonho’s as seonghyeon laughs at the both of them. juhoon only stares, seemingly trying to process this whole thing.
you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“i can't believe this!” keonho scoffs dramatically. “two minutes before the stage and i get traumatized by my own member and manager!”
“you're stupid, keonho-ah. this is why you need to learn how to knock before entering.” seonghyeon laughs at the younger one.
“how long?” martin asks, his mouth still slightly agape—though for the most part he'd seem to regain his usual composure.
juhoon shrugs. “probably months. they always give each other these longing stares when they think no one is looking.”
your face is practically burning off at this point. you mutter another oh my god as you press your hands against your face. keonho drops his hands and stares at both of you like you've ruined his childhood. “i can't believe you didn't tell us.”
“well i didn't think we would get caught like this-” you cut yourself off with a defeated sigh. “we’ll talk about this later, okay? but right now, you guys have a stage in like, two minutes and you guys need to focus.”
and, as if on cue, a staff member bustles by to let them know it's showtime. embarrassed, you try your best to file them out of the room.
“oh james hyung was focused alright.” seonghyeon teases, looking back at you as you lightly shove him out of the crime scene. though, he only laughs harder. martin and juhoon follow suit, but not without a teasing comment or grin.
keonho is the last to leave. of course he is. because what would ahn keonho be without his dramatic dialogue and his younger brother antics?
“this conversation is far from over,” he says, turning around to point between the the two of you. “i demand a full explanation and apology for ruining my innocence by the time we get back to the dorms.”
you roll your eyes, walking over to him and forcing him to turn back around. “whatever you say, keonho.”
“i'm serious!” he exclaims, looking back at you.
“and you're seriously going to get yelled at if you don't get on stage right now.” you warn, which surprisingly straightens him up—for now, at least.
and now there was only one left.
you turn around slowly. he's leaning casually against the vanity like he has all the time in the world, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar look in his eyes.
“james,”
he hums in response, the corners of his mouth tilting up.
“you're supposed to be on stage.”
he chuckles lightly, shrugging. “i know,”
he pushes off the vanity, walking closer towards you. the muffled roar of the crowd grows louder from the outside, the bass of the intro track vibrating faintly through the walls.
“thirty seconds!” someone shouts from the hall. you tilt your head towards the door, signaling him to start moving. but instead, his hands slips to your waist once more, gently. “one more?”
“james,”
“please?”
you sigh, knowing you can't fight back against him—especially not when he looks so painfully handsome. you glance toward the door before reaching up, grabbing the front of his jacket and pulling him down just enough to kiss him softly.
when you pull away, you press your forehead against his “happy?”
pairing: cortis member!james x katseye member!reader
warnings: angst, mentions of virginity loss (no smut), break up make ups, making out mentioned, you guys lowkey can’t get over each other
a/n: my request are open for stray kids, nct (any unit), riize, enhypen, seventeen, tws, boynextdoor, ateez, cortis, txt, nexz, tbz
this is based off back to friends by sombr
since you guys were first introduced by your mutual friend jihoon you were embarrassingly attracted to james.
james felt the same, but neither of you would’ve admitted it if jihoon hadn’t repeatedly teased the two of you, which led to you guys having the shy conversation that started your relationship.
you guys were together through his late trainee a era and would go on secret dates with each other every opportunity you got no matter how late it was.
however, that only lasted up until your dream academy era as you two became long distance and rarely had time to talk, you felt bad for never having time for him, but he always reassured you and understood how busy and stressful it must be for you.
once you made the debut lineup the stress multiplied, you barely had any time to rest.
you realized you couldn’t do the long distance anymore, so you called him late one night to call it off since you guys could rarely keep in contact anymore, but, of course he understood as you sobbed into the phone, and he comforted you reassuring you that you guys could always get back together when the time is right.
neither of you wanted to end the call that night.
your chest was aching when you finally did and you couldn’t stop crying as you knew it was for the best but you wanted to take it all back.
the whole week after the breakup you couldn’t even fake a smile as you felt so empty not being able to text and call him all the time you’re free.
even three months after the breakup, your members would occasionally notice your face being puffy from crying during the night, but they try not to pry as they understand you’re experiencing your first breakup after an almost two-year relationship.
once your group debuted, you sucked it up and focused on spending time with the girls and fans.
you and james would occasionally text each other just basic messages like “congrats on your debut,” “happy birthday,” “merry christmas,” “happy new year.” and every one of those messages started short conversations.
in your free time, you guys started gaming together as you recently forced him to start a minecraft world with you, but even with the amount of hours that you two spend on the game he was your little secret.
when your group flies to seoul to promote your debut album, you just so happen to land back in his arms after you told your members you were just visiting a friend after practice.
you guys keep it as casual as possible, even if “casual” is cuddling and making out every time you two are in the same city.
it wasn’t until he was finally set to debut that everything changed.
it was around december when your group had their break for the holidays.
you decided to fly to seoul with yoonchae that same friday since you and james had planned to spend the weekend together.
he had been busy with his trainee schedules, so you guys barely texted lately, but he had that whole weekend free, and he promised he’d make it up to you.
you knew he was under a lot of stress and would simply call to listen to you talk and not say much as it helped him sleep so you really wanted that weekend to be fun and stress-free for him.
when you arrived at his dorm, he was the only one there as the other trainees in his dorm went home to visit their families.
as the door opens james doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you.
“i missed you,” he says muffled into your neck, and he doesn’t move for a minute, which makes you smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his shampoo that you love.
“i bought you a christmas gift,” you smile softly “and snacks.”
“really?” he smiles as he looks down at the bags in your hand and takes them from your hands so you don’t have to carry anything.
“of course?” you say as you walk to the kitchen to give him a snack haul of the ramen, pastry buns, chips, and ice cream you bought.
“i’d accept a tummy ache for you,” he smiles, wasting no time grabbing the chips.
you guys decide to get comfy on the couch as he turns the tv on, and you insist on picking the anime, which inevitably leads to you two watching a cheesy romance that neither of you pay attention to as you just catch up.
“i’ve met so many fans lately i feel like a celebrity,” you smile softly.
“you ARE a celebrity bro?” he laughs.
you talk about a whole bunch of nothing while you’re just mindlessly massaging his scalp.
“i want to give you your gift,” he says relaxed, and he slides out of your arms and heads off to his room before coming back with a box, and you pull out his gift which a similar box.
when you guys exchanged the boxes, you realized you both got each other the exact same silver hermes bracelet, which had you guys laughing a bit too hard as you casually pecked his lips, which was normal for friends, right?
it was normal to the both of you at least.
as you were fastening the bracelet on your wrist, he just watched your features with the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the way your glittery lip gloss shines, the way your hair sits perfectly framing your face.
you were mesmerizing and right when you turn to him catching his gaze he crashes his lips onto yours and that starts a make out session a lot different from the other ones and you get lost in the kiss.
in the heat of the moment, you two cross a line that changes your relationship.
he knows he shouldn’t have initiated it when you two are just supposed to be friends but as you laid on his chest with that afterglow he just watched you knowing this was probably going to be the end of you two in whatever this situation was.
he doesn’t want this to end, but he knows you both crossed a line as he stares up at the ceiling holding you tight knowing you’d probably run.
as expected, when you woke up the next morning, he was still asleep and everything from the night before registered and panic flooded your thoughts and you grabbed your things and snuck out embarrassed.
as you were leaving you were texting your friend eunchae asking to stay over at her dorm until your flight the next day and she gladly lets you come over.
while you’re there you told her everything as you tried to distract yourself at all costs, but after a while your phone goes off.
you group members were constantly texting you wanting to check on you, and you’d just text a simple “i’m fine guys” and you fly back to cali and decide to spend your time off in your room to process while the other girls are away with friends and family, but sophia doesn’t hesitate to come and check on you.
“did something happen with you and james?” she asks softly setting the bag of food she brought for you down.
“we went too far,” you say shamefully, grabbing the to-go box of chicken and fries she brought, and she slowly processes your words: “too far?”
you take a bite of the chicken, opting to eat the ache in your chest away. “we had sex.. it was both our first time” you slump, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
sophia’s eyes widen “WHAT?” she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth as she assumed maybe you guys argued or something, but never that.
“how do you feel? are you okay?” she asks, to which you numbly shrug.
“i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel right now, i just left the morning after without waking him up..” you say feeling bad for how it went down.
“i guess i’m just accepting that this is the end of an era i need to focus on my career.”
“that’s best” sophia nods.
she decides to stay home for the night so you’re not alone and you two just eat and watch a netflix original series to get your mind off of james.
could a netflix show stop you from thinking of him though?
your stream has barely been live for ten minutes when the familiar notification pops up on the side of the screen.
sixeyedgod sent $50!
you wore the blue that i requested tonight <3 ahhh you’re a goddess
you grin at the camera, tilting your head just enough for the lace straps to slip into frame. the baby-blue set he asked for last week hugs your skin, soft and delicate under the glow of your ring light.
“you like?” you say, smoothing a hand over the ribbon at your hip. “told you i’d wear it just for you."
the chat scrolls quickly. hearts, teasing messages, the usual regulars piling in. satoru never misses a stream, he also always tips... always ends the night on top of the leaderboard. your viewers are convinced that he sits there waiting for the second you go live and that's his sole purpose everyday.
which is ridiculous but also kind of sweet.
you keep reading the chat out loud like usual, swinging your legs lazily in your chair.
then another notification cuts through.
neonarcher sent $100!
first time stumbling in here. cupid must’ve hit me cause what the fuck is this beauty
your brows lift a little.
“…okay,” you laugh softly. “first time? that's very generous."
you lean closer to the mic, voice playful.
“welcome to the stream. usually people lurk before they start throwing money around, but hey—”
sixeyedgod sent $75!
boo corny
you giggle.
“hey, behave,” you scold lightly, pointing at the screen like he can see you. “don’t bully the new viewers.”
neonarcher sent $300!
listen to the pretty lady
the chat explodes immediately.
“o-oh” you blink at the number. “wow, okay. that’s… a big hello.”
sixeyedgod sent $250!
i ALWAYS listen also ughrhrrh careful, that's my spot
people start spamming all sorts of things. someone types rich people fighting again. another starts fake betting odds in the chat.
you press your lips together to keep from laughing.
it's been awhile since the chats been entertaining.
“guys,” you say sweetly, “remember you don’t have to compete or anything—”
neonarcher sent $400!
guess starting tonight you'll see me more
you hum, twirling a strand of your hair.
“will i? who am i to complain about new regulars.”
sixeyedgod sent $450!
yeah no. absolutely not.
“someone’s getting protective over the leaderboard. a little context sixeyedgod has been here for awhile... he's the sweetest!"
neonarcher sent $450!
im sure he is but i can be sweet too yk — question is do i compete like this every time i want to talk to you
“nope, tonight’s a little intense,” you admit with a laugh. “usually we’re doing polls or dares or something. you two are stealing my whole show.”
sixeyedgod sent $500!
yup. you’re stealing her show. you may exit
now the most sent comment was FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.
"no no no, no fights please."
neonarcher sent $800!
oops
you pause.
that’s… big. crazy big.
satoru almost never goes that high. well he doesn’t need to. he’s always the top donor anyway, no one's ever topped him like this.
“did you mean to do that,” you say carefully. “that’s a bit much for someone who’s been here five minutes.”
you’re already waiting for the next one because you know satoru.
sure enough—
sixeyedgod sent $1200!
i literally never lose
you shake your head fondly.
then another pops up.
neonarcher sent $1500!
we all like a little challenge. can you wear something neon next time pretty lady? you'd look amazing
“neon, huh?” you murmur. “i don’t think i own anything neon… but maybe i could make that happen.”
sixeyedgod sent $1800!
neon is ugly. you're torturing her
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh. glancing at the timer in the corner of your screen, you sigh softly.
“ahhh, we’re getting close to the end of the stream, by the way.”
neonarcher sent $2000!
worth it
you blink.
“…thank you. seriously. i don't know how many times i've said this but that’s extremely generous.”
you’re about to thank satoru too when his dono cuts you off again.
sixeyedgod sent $2500!
goodnight
okay he's obviously losing it and he needs to be stopped.
you composed, “i think that settles it.”
the leaderboard refreshes. sixeyedgod back on top. by a lot.
you clap your hands once, “alright everyone, we’re gonna wrap it up here. thank you for hanging out tonight. we couldn't do much as i said in the beginning i wanted to chat more. but thank you for the two sweethearts that kept us entertained! next live we'll do the weekly truth or dare! i'll get more cards this time."
the chat is still buzzing as you end the stream.
silence fills the room instantly. you lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head—
and your door bursts open.
“WHAT THE HELL.”
satoru storms in, hair a mess, pajama shirt half unbuttoned, phone clutched in his hand like evidence in a crime scene.
“WHO THE FUCK IS NEONARCHER AND WHY ARE THEY SPENDING MORE THAN ME ON MY GIRL?!”
you blink slowly at him from your chair.
“toru,” you say softly, sweet as ever, “i told you the leaderboard isn’t real. you’re the one choosing to spend that money.”
“NOT REAL?” he groans dramatically, dropping onto your floor like he’s been shot.
“seven hundred dollars. six hundred. from some first-timer??”
you tilt your head, smiling politely.
“relax, babe. it’s fine. he’s just… a new fan.”
“we like fans, right?”
“not fans like that,” he mutters, sitting up to glare at you. god, he’s so dramatic. “he’s trying to steal my spot. my blue. my top donor spot.”
“uh-huh,” you hum calmly, brushing your hair back over your shoulder. “but you got it back.”
you glance at his phone.
“just tip harder next time if it bothers you that much.”
he groans loudly, collapsing back onto the floor.
“they should be grateful i’m kind enough to share,” he complains. “that they can even look at you."
“you’re adorable, toru.”
“babyyyy,” he whines immediately, dragging the word out like a child throwing a tantrum. “i hate it.”
he flails an arm dramatically.
you can’t help giggling.
“i know. you really outdid yourself tonight.”
“i did, didn't i... now give sixeyedgod all the attention.”
you smile.
“but he already has it.”
he pouts.
you just watch him quietly. your viewers would absolutely lose their minds if they knew the legendary sixeyedgod was currently throwing a jealous tantrum on your bedroom floor.
and that he really is your boyfriend.
you shake your head, mumbling under your breath about how ridiculous he is.
“how about,” you say, nudging him lightly with your foot, “you help me pick the truth or dare options for next stream instead of pouting.”
romeo!james x juliet!reader ♡ set in 1960s shanghai
( syn. ) only a boy stupid in love would risk his life coming to the side of the city he’s not supposed to be in. but for the son and heir of the zhao family, it’s easy to be a fool if the evening promises james a night of his two favourite things: dancing, and you.
( tags ) r&j au • implied f!reader • set in the 1960s (though not too sure how accurate my writing is…) • forbidden love trope • implied gang violence (i don’t condone😭🤞) • mentions of blood • some lines can be taken as suggestive but this one shot is sfw • slightly inspired by ‘these violent delights’ by chloe gong/ ‘romeo and juliet’ by willy shakespeare) and ‘something stupid’ by frank and nancy sinatra as requested by my snoopy @soupysnoopy1 ♥️ • author’s note at the end! • wc: 4415
ONCE THE SUN HITS the horizon, everyone knows it's time to call their children inside and close all doors.
No matter how much the romantically orange sky may call one’s name, the blood feud on Shanghai’s streets isn't to be brushed off casually. Indeed, the Zhao family and their allies keep the threat of violence lingering in every corner, as each streetlamp begins to mechanically turn on.
But against all reasoning of safety and logic, Shanghai’s youth can’t help themselves from meeting after sunset. After all, when the days are gripped in helpless fear of bloodshed, it's the night that lets you feel alive. Which is why, when the familiar sound of pebbles being thrown on your window catches your attention, you don’t find yourself waiting too long to make your way to tie the velvet purple curtains back.
Leaning against your polished windowsill, you thank the stars your room is on the right side of your home – the window secluded from the main road and with it, any wandering eyes.
You thank your stars even more for the sight below you; Zhao Yufan, standing like a fool, hoping for simply a glimpse of you.
“My father will kill you if he sees you,” you state plainly, after sliding the window open.
“I’ll try my chances,” he shrugs, a smile already growing on his face. It’s going to be a lucky night for him – he can feel it in his bones. He put on his best dark grey suit for it too.
“I’m serious, y'know? The stunt your uncle pulled last Saturday… you shouldn’t be on our side of the city these days.” You warn. “Someone could walk past right now, and in two rounds of Chinese whispers, you’d be in a box.”
“Then I should make my way up to your room, shouldn’t I?” He tilts his head, never breaking your gaze as he does so.
The light breeze wafts through the strands of your hair. From his position, he swears you look like an angel – or maybe it’s just the light of the lampshade in your room. He makes a mental note to check, because he simply cannot accept you’re waltzing around looking like that so effortlessly.
“Oh, I don’t know… you’ll ruin that fancy suit of yours,” you retort. There’s no chance you haven’t eyed the way his shoulders look broader in it either.
To that, he simply scoffs. Skillfully stepping back, he makes a long jump at the crevices in the walls outside your home. The route he uses – the grasping of specific tree branches, and the stepping on certain bricks that stick out – has become a familiar one.
The combat training passed down from his elders since his childhood, has made the boy an expert at using his strong arms to get to you. The Zhao family would shudder in disappointment knowing his agility is being used to sneak into your room, but we digress.
“Good evenin’,” he breathes out. He isn’t bothered by the physical movement done moments before, and so, he decides the trouble in his lungs right now must be attributed to finally, finally, being with you again. Two days is far too long spent away from you.
The Zhao family, known for their elegance as the prestigious powerhouse of Shanghai, has only one son, and he’s now a blushing mess in your room. All elegance of prestige thrown out the window he just climbed through.
You’ve moved back to let him in, admiring his gelled and styled hair up close. He must have something planned for the two of you tonight, and it’d be a lie to say you weren’t already eager to go. “Hello, Yufan.”
His hands, which weren’t wasting a second to reach out to hold you, suddenly short-circuited.
At his pause, a small laugh chokes out of you.
“You know that’s not what you call me here. Not when we’re alone,” he sighs, taking a small step towards you but still not yet letting himself make contact.
Giving him a short nod, not wanting to tease him as much as you normally do, you playfully sigh back. “So high maintenance,” you smile at his slight pout. “Hello, James.”
The name he’s chosen – the one with no ties to his family and his title in Shanghai – being said out loud by your voice, is all the permission James needs to place his hands on your waist.
Your secret moments with him these past few months still haven’t gotten you used to the way James feels when he touches you. His hands, warm like the sun, set you on fire.
“Seonghyeon is hosting a gathering tonight. Think you’ll have the time to spend an evening with me?” James starts smart – he knows this is an event you couldn’t resist.
A breath of relief escapes you. Unbeknownst to him, James was right. This was something you could agree to being whisked away to.
The Eom family had stayed neutral – or as neutral as one family could be – between the two sides of the city. Their connections to the West left them at an advantage over all families within Shanghai, and so, both the Zhaos and your family, have remained in their debt to access international goods.
In fact, you’ve seen the Eom children around often. Free to pass through both of the city’s divided parts, they’d made it their duty to host the secret get-togethers of Shanghai’s youth.
Seonghyeon, the heir to the Eom’s legacy, was well known to be the first in town to have records from foreign artists. His bona fide gramophone, and endless collection of music so smooth you couldn’t believe your ears, made his social gatherings the most anticipated within your social circles. As long as your parents believed the Zhaos and their allies weren’t in attendance, you were free to do whatever you willed with the Eoms.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You ask, excitement growing, and James can’t stop both sets of dimples from appearing on his face. “I have nothing to wear!”
Suddenly jumping out of his arms to run to your neatly organised dresses, you sift through each hanger as quickly as possible. James grumbles at your absence, but makes his way to your canopy bed.
“Easy,” James shrugs, allowing himself to get comfortable. “Wear the red one I like.”
You glance back at him, knowing his intentions immediately. Unfortunately, his suggestion is one you don’t disagree with.
The red dress, in all its glory, is at the back of the line. You’re about to turn around with it off the hanger, when with no explanation, James suddenly rolls off of your sheets, sliding himself underneath the bedframe with the ends of his shoes peaking out from the canopy bed’s curtains.
“What are you doi-” You don’t finish your question. Without warning, your mother sharply opens your door.
“Who are you talking to?” She demands, a line of suspicion on her forehead, gazing right to the window where she thought you’d be. It hasn’t been the first time she’s caught you talking to the Zhao boy – against her wishes, at that.
“Myself, ma.” You say immediately, stepping into the act of a perfect daughter as naturally as you can. You will yourself to calm your nervous heart and do everything in your power to not even blink in the direction James is hiding in.
Your mother hums, eyeing the dress in your arms. “I could’ve sworn you were talking to that boy again.”
Worse. ‘That boy’ in question was underneath your bed, his long frame threatening to peek out even more from under the overdraped covers.
You knew you had already tested your mother’s patience with the Zhaos. She was used to brushing off your questioning when you were younger, simply explaining the feud between your family and his as something you’d understand later in adulthood.
But after the one instance he walked you home, finding you hurt five months ago, she’s had her suspicions about the developing relationship between you two. Your mother personally believed you could’ve made it home with your bleeding arm on your own, but secretly appreciated the act of chivalry from Zhao Yufan, nonetheless.
The three of you knew better than to tell anyone else about that day’s events. Especially your mother, who noticed the way James had stared at you like you were something out of his dreams. She had sent him home immediately, and forbade you from making contact with him again.
Such warnings went in one ear and out the other however, when he came back, throwing pebbles at your windows only hours later. You’d barely even known his name back then, only that he was a Zhao.
Smiling fondly at the memory of the first encounters with your James, you shake yourself out of your thoughts.
“No, ma.” You start, “Yufan doesn’t call for me anymore.”
Lie.
“Well, I’d hope not. Your arm’s been long healed.” Your mother huffs, as she gestures towards the dress in your hands. “Going somewhere?”
You shake your head, “Only leaving it out for tomorrow.”
Another lie.
Your mother watches you intently, reaching a cold hand out to take hold of your cheek. “I miss when you weren’t such a grown girl.”
“Easier to control?”
A scowl spreads across her face. “Don’t say horrible things like that.”
Ruining her mood always cuts short her times in your room, with tonight not an exception. Your mother makes her departure, and when she’s finally closed the door behind her again, you scramble to change out of your nightgown.
A voice from under your bed interrupts your movements. “Can I come out yet?”
“You tell me, James.” You continue zipping up the soft fabric of the red dress. “You were the one who heard her footsteps before I did.”
Feeling his legs beginning to ache from crouching in the uncomfortable position for so long, James pushes himself out from his hiding place. Close call.
He takes a minute to adjust his eyes to the brightness of your room again, but all the trouble goes to waste when you step out from behind your closet door, sliding in a hairpin behind your ear.
His jaw clenches at the sight of you, and it takes a few heartbeats before James’ breathing steadies. “Was a bad decision asking you to wear that dress,” he mumbles.
“You like?” You ask, giving him a small twirl with a devilish smile plastered on your face. You already knew the answer, of course – there’s a reason this dress isn’t worn regularly. It’s saved for special occasions, where you feel bold enough to let the darker shade of red hug your figure the way it does. You just enjoy seeing James flustered.
“Agreeing that I only ‘like’ it would be an understatement.”
He takes three long strands to get to you, and dares to trace the skin of your shoulder that’s exposed. The dark look in his eyes reveals to you everything you need to know, and a slow, satisfied, smirk takes over.
“Time to go, James.” You tell him, not wanting to miss a minute more of Seonghyeon’s music. “I want to dance.”
Regretfully following you to the window, James makes sure you get out safely first, before starting to climb out after you. Your dress makes the departure down a slow one, but you’re a giggling mess by the time you and James are on the ground, already high off of the thrill of being with him in the night again.
To be seen with a gentleman during the evenings without a chaperone was scandalous on its own, but to be caught with James, would be the start of something far worse. A slaughter for both sides of the long-standing feud that you don’t even want to imagine.
Thoughts of your families vanish into thin air when you’re with him though, as being with James doesn’t feel like you’re doing anything wrong. Instead, it’s quite the opposite – you’ve almost forgotten the girl you were before he came into your quiet life, filling it with shades of bright colours you didn't even know had existed yet. For something so looked down upon within the city’s scene, it felt so, so right.
It’s not long before the two of you make it outside the entrance of Eom Seonghyeon’s lounge. It crosses the unmarked border of your side of the city, but you know you’re safe here – you’re safe with James.
From an outsider’s perspective, the silent street doesn’t allude to anything remotely interesting happening inside. The venue’s harsh doors and long stairway, capture all the music underground.
Seonghyeon, with his hair slicked back, and his typical grey suit jacket on his shoulders, greets the both of you with a warm hug when he sees you make your way down the stairs. The red dress is hard to miss.
“What’s on the menu for tonight, Hyeon?” James asks, the different shadows and lights of the room casting a gorgeous glow on his already warm cheeks.
“Jazz, my boy.” Seonghyeon walks backwards as he points to the gramophone playing an unfamiliar, curious melody. “New Sinatra!”
The place is busy with Seonghyeon’s usual circles from both sides of the city. Groups had begun to mingle already – friends of the Zhaos mixing with the Edwards and Ahns as if Shanghai’s historical boundaries didn’t exist. Suppose, they didn’t seem to. Not when the evening was blossoming with fresh tunes.
This city’s gangs may be networks of criminals above the law, but above these family feuds, was simply the art of jazz.
Attending as what looked like a couple, you and James had been a mysterious topic of conversation between Shanghai’s youth – could you two really be together?
It’s a great trust the two of you have put in the teenagers and young adults here. A murmur of a rumour to the older generations would add fuel to the fuse that never seems to end… but the logic was simple: I won’t tell my parents you’re here, if you don’t tell your parents I’m here too.
And so, the children of Shanghai’s notorious families dance the nights away together in as much harmony as they can, every Thursday night.
James’ presence lights up the room, the same way he lights up your heart. The Zhao boy, known here for his natural rhythm in footstep, used to have girls lining up for just a chance of one dance with him.
Almost everybody had taken a glance at James when he walked in, and with you in his arms right besides him tonight, it was a sight of envy for every boy in the venue.
“Come with me,” James says in a low voice, his right hand moving from your waist to take hold of your own hand. He pushes through the crowds and leads you straight to the middle of the dancefloor. You can already feel the electrifying way your blood is pumping through your body.
“I love jazz,” you smile up at him, once the two of you had found a spot of your own. James looks stunning in this light, sharp features but soft gaze, all paying attention to you.
“I know,” his eyes are crinkling now too. Oh, the things he’d do to keep that smile on you ‘til the end of time. “You wanted to dance, right? Let’s dance.”
James’ style was so different from any other boy you had danced with before. His movements were smooth, gliding the two of you across the room like he’s done this with you thousands of times. Entranced by being so close to him, and the heat of his body radiating onto yours, you let yourself follow his footwork.
He’s lucky his body remembers how to take over when he’s dancing – muscle memory, the same in combat – because James’ head is currently too busy, filled with how intoxicating your perfume is. Inhaling your now-familiar scent, James never wants to let you go. Even straying away for a second to let you twirl is too far away for him (but the bright joy on your face makes the sacrifices worth it).
Ignoring the way you feel many eyes on you, your confidence grows as you move beautifully in time with James. Ballroom dancing had been a mandatory task your parents put you in as a child, but it is with James, that you feel the impact of its culture.
It’s only three songs on the floor together before you already need a break. “Drink?” you mouth to James, face flushed from the dancing. He nods before the two of you make your way to the refreshments table, nodding and waving to various people as you go. The whispers and giggles as people watch, can no longer be avoided.
“Have you been practicing?” James begins to tease. “You’re getting better. You’ll possibly be better than me soon.”
He’s pouring you a cup of iced tea before your small conversations are interrupted by a keen voice. No introductions or greetings necessary, Kim Juhoon cuts through the current Vietnamese jazz track like a knife.
“It’s funny,” Juhoon glances between you and James, “Eom told me not to come tonight, but I had to see with my own eyes if Martin was pulling on my leg or not.”
The Kim family was close with yours – you and Juhoon had grown up across the road from each other. As children, your parents had always believed the two of you would eventually get married too, sealing the alliance like a transaction.
It was a shame for both your families, when both of you had only strictly seen each other as siblings. Juhoon, overprotective of you from the day you had met, immediately took a dislike to the Zhaos. At first, you thought he had simply fallen victim to his family’s teachings, but you couldn’t help but wonder if his distrust towards Yufan recently had to do with the knowledge that you thought he was beautiful.
“No trouble here tonight, man.” James responds, starting to pour a second drink for himself.
A chuckle. “If anything, you’re the one starting trouble, Zhao.” Juhoon’s eyebrows lift in your direction.
The intentional use of family names angers you enough to speak up. “Leave me be, Juhoon.” Even before you had started seeing James, Juhoon made it clear he didn’t approve of any boys in Shanghai showing you romantic attention, let alone the son of the Zhaos.
“So the whispers are true? You really are messing around with him.” Juhoon continues, only looking at you now.
The accusation of ‘messing around’ leaves a sour taste in James’ mouth, and no amount of sips of iced tea is sweetening it out. What had been growing between you two these past few months, was beginning to feel more to him than simply being curious about the girl his family felt generational hatred towards.
Juhoon lets out a low whistle. “I’m just saying… I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s only hanging around for some ulterior motives. You know what they’re like.”
James makes a threat to step forward, but Juhoon takes a step back faster, with a playful expression, and hands raised to show retreat.
“I suggest you go.” James says, “I said no trouble tonight, but we’re still on my side of Shanghai.”
When Juhoon is back in his own circle with Martin and the youngest Ahn boy, you turn towards James and pull him close. Taking the refreshments with you, you drag James to a loveseat in the corner of the lounge – the music is quieter here, the sultry strings of guitar becoming a backdrop for the rest of the time you want to spend with your boy.
“I’m sorry about him, James.” You begin. “Thinks he’s my brother or something…”
But James just shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. He brought up what we’ve been avoiding anyway.”
He says your name as a question, unsure of how to begin the conversation.
How does James even start trying to accept that soon, he can’t be with you? That neither of your families will allow it? That one day, you’ll both be forced into unhappy marriages with somebody else? The mere thought of that last question makes him resort to unbelievable anger.
Having only spent a few months with you, James already knows you’re it for him. There can’t possibly be somebody, who ever makes him feel as much as you do. Who makes him feel as alive as you do.
“You want to discuss this now? In here?” You glance at the lounge, still bustling with young adults finding each other in the darkness to dance.
A gentle laugh escapes him, as he calls your name once more, to get your attention back on him.
In a serious tone now, James asks, “You don’t believe what Juhoon was talking about, do you?”
You swallow. It had occurred in your mind at first, yes, given the cat and mouse game your family had been playing with his for years, long before the two of you even existed. Members of your family, your friends, and at one point, you, had all been hurt at the hands of the Zhaos – falling for their only son was a complicated, and dangerous line you’d been tiptoeing since November.
“Not anymore,” you admit.
But he understands. “It would’ve been foolish if you hadn’t. I had my suspicions at first too.”
There was once a time when you swore you were only saying yes to his evening endeavours for your family – acting as an inside spy to what the Zhaos were like, and hoping for James to reveal any useful information you could’ve brought back home.
But nights quickly began to blur into hours of exploring something else with him, something real. It was so easy to be conjured up in the midnight conversations, where the world was empty save for the two of you.
“And now?” You ask, another small huff of laughter escaping.
And now, James wants to take you away from Shanghai. Away from this mess, where he can love you as freely as any man should. He’d ask you to elope tomorrow if he could.
“Would you let me say it out loud?” James tests the waters.
Your head tilts in confusion. What more was there to say except that the two of you have found a liking for one another?
Your name again, and then, “I lo-”
That’s when your eyes widen in realisation.
“Don’t,” you say suddenly, pressing two fingers on his soft lips. “Don’t spoil it all by saying something stupid.” Your voice is kind though, hoping he knows you’re not stopping him because you don’t feel the same way, but because saying it out loud makes the fantasy you two are in, vanish. Saying it out loud makes it real, with its consequences and all.
For a few moments more – just a few more if the stars will allow it, you don’t want to be the daughter and son of a Shanghai feud again. You want to stay here, being you and James.
Your eyes are so intensely staring into his own earnest ones, you almost don’t realise he’s kissed the two fingers still on his lips.
“Alright,” he sighs, moving his head back, almost looking like he’s in pain to do so. “I won’t say it, but know that I feel it. I feel it so much, I can’t feel anything else.
The things Juhoon said… I wouldn’t dare to have any ill intentions towards you. I never have… that’s all them.”
“I know, James.” The way you say his name goes straight to his heart again. “I feel it all the same, you have to know that too?”
He had an inkling – a spark of hope, that maybe you had been falling just as fast and hard as he had – but hearing your unspoken way of saying it out loud meant more than he could even process. James’ eyes would fill with tears later that night, when he replays this entire conversation in his head over and over again. You feel it all the same.
And when he remembers how he touches you, and holds you, and whispers sweet secrets for your ears only, it makes him hate his family name even more. Why would the stars be so cruel and keep you from him all this time?
“No more talk now, let’s go back to dancing.” You say, after an hour of going back and forth with James on what the two of you will do tomorrow, and the day after that, and any time in the future he can make his way to you again. Satisfied knowing you’ll get to at least see him again, you’re longing to go back to being twirled around to the beautiful melodies of these foreign songs.
James had been absent-mindedly playing with the strands of your hair the entire time you two have been talking, and the way his fingers kept brushing your neck is making you itch to have his hands on you properly.
Frank Sinatra’s rendition of ‘Fly Me To The Moon’ takes over the room, and other couples have made their way back to the dancefloor too. Before he places one hand on your waist, and takes the other to hold yours, extending them out for a tango-like premise, James presses a kiss to your forehead.
“James! People will see,” you whisper, heart spiking in fear, knowing that eyes are on you two again.
“Let them,” James says simply, placing another kiss on your left eyebrow, and then one on your right cheek – dangerously close to the end of your lips. If he dies tonight, at least he’ll die a satisfied man. “This is how I can tell the world I’m yours.”
Your body melts into his, like pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly, and the two of you are off again. Spinning around the lounge, and gliding across the room, his eyes never leaving yours for a second. You were here together now, and that’s all that needed to matter.
Against the disapproval of your families… of your friends… and of Shanghai, something beautiful is brewing in this helpless city of hatred. Something that you and James don’t dare to admit out loud, keeping these violent delights bubbling between the two of you instead.
And somehow, it’s the most pure and precious love these streets will ever come to see.
( #🫖’s note ) ROMEO SAVE ME THEY’RE TRYNNA TELL ME HOW TO FEEL!!!! THIS LOVE IS DIFFICULT BUT IT’S RE-ALLLLL!!!! what’s up chat 🔥 it has come to my attention that my new readers dont know i’m the biggest james girl to exist. makes sense because i write for martin the most but trust me when i tell you that that yufan guy is never not on my mind 😹 lord half my screentime is me js rewatching edits of him like 😹 if you made it this far… ☹️☹️ thank you so much for reading!! people on twt said that james in the dior suit didn’t hit but they don’t get the vision the way i do. that’s my romeo.
this was for my snoopy: hi queen i am So sorry this took me so long 😭😭 the original idea was following the lyrics of them having a dance and drink or two but i felt like it was a bit too basic 😣 decided to add to the lore to make it a bit more intriguing but now here we are 💀 cortis are sons of shanghai’s gangs in the 60s yasss ok!! 😄💯 lock this girl uppp 😄💯 so it’s a bit different, but i hope you liked it snoopy 😭🤞♥️♥️♥️♥️
when you asked satoru to peel an orange for you, handing him a bag of them, he took them mindlessly. his focus directed at the tv screen, watching a guilty pleasure romcom with your cat curled up against his thigh which was deemed a suitable place to take a nap as he lounged on the sofa.
he gave you a “sure, sweetheart” without a second thought, no hesitation in his actions.
and when you came back five minutes later, you couldn’t help but laugh softly at your husband who paused the film to look up at you through his shades. there’s innocent confusion scribbled all over his face as he chews on an orange segment himself.
“what’s so funny?”
“satoru... why are there so many? i asked for one,” you say through your giggles.
he follows your gaze down to the plate in his lap where he put all the peeled oranges. “uh... so you don’t have to peel the rest of them when you want them? besides you need your five a day.”
his cheek is puffed out slightly as he shoves another piece into his mouth, completely content. and your laugh grows louder. not making fun of him but a laugh of endearment. the type of laugh when something or someone is so adorable, you can’t help the soft amusement.
“mhm, my five a day consisting of... eight oranges,” you smile, staring down at him as he carefully peels away the stringy, white flesh, too, knowing that you don’t like the pith. “that’s rich coming from the guy who says that there’s enough fruit in mochi.”
“okay, genius. just eat your oranges,” he huffs lightheartedly, offering the plate to you.
you lean down and brush his hair back from his forehead to kiss the smooth skin there. a gentle kiss that makes his heart flutter. and he grins like an oversized puppy who just got extra treats.
“thank you, my love,” you murmur against his forehead.
“you missed a spot,” he says, pointing at his lips with a cheeky smile.
you giggle, ghosting your lips down his face, over the space between his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose until you reach his mouth. he cranes his neck towards you, letting his eyes flutter shut. and he’s still smiling once your lips meet his in a tender sway.
“mmmwaahhhh,” he exaggerates against your lips, giving you one more kiss before he pulls away. “now come sit down and lemme feed you the oranges.”
What could be more insane than having the Gojo twins - Nerd Satoru and Frat Gojo - as your very competitive and freaked out boyfriends? Well, finding out they have a triplet by mistaking him for his brother! Five minutes older, CEO Toru runs the family company so his 'younger' brothers can enjoy college. What better for a stressed out CEO than snatching up his brothers' girlfriend and bringing her to the office? Don't you need an internship anyway?
pairings - CEO Toru x Frat Gojo x Nerd Satoru x Reader
warnings- this is pure gojoception - CEO will be called Toru, Nerd is Satoru, Frat is Gojo lol. mistaken identity, CEO Toru is a menace, yandere behavior, oral (f receiving) getting smacked with Toru's backscratcher, choking, fingering, snorting coke off you, p in v sex, creampie, the twins do NOT want to share you with him, hehe enjoyyy
You can find the Gojo twins here - all of this art is from Tea for gods on X!! Did not proofread lol blame white claw
CEO Toru sighs as he opens the door to his family mansion, frowning a bit when he realizes it's not even locked. He opens it and grimaces when he sees his brother Nerd Satoru's notebooks and game system slung on his counter, his other brother Frat Gojo's beer bottles and bong right next to it.
He gets so annoyed when those little shits stay over, usually when he leaves his penthouse from out of state to come here, he's the only one. They're all in college and having the fun life while he runs the family company, the Gojo triplet with all the responsibility. Frat Gojo wants to just party and be a deviant, Nerd Satoru wants to be an astronomer.
Ceo Toru? Well he decided to be responsible so they could go pursue their dreams. Don't get him wrong, snorting coke in a high rise off a pretty secretary's ass? Sort of peak. Yet, it's not as if he didn't want to party or pursue studies, he was already done with college before he was twenty though.
Some say he's the smartest of the three, he was born five minutes before those two brats, so he sort of feels the oldest.
He loosens his tie, walking past Frat Gojo snoring on the couch, lanky body slung all over it, he tosses a blanket on his big ass, making him stir.
"Toru, you're here?" He mumbles sleepily, yawning and grabbing his head. "Shit, hangover."
"Yeah, I'm here - what are you two doing here?" Toru slips off his jacket and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, showing those veiny forearms off, slipping his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
"We were showing our girlfriend the Gojo manor," he snuggles back up, dopey grin on his face. "She loves it."
"Does she? Wait, 'our' girlfriend? Like you and Satoru... sharing? Isn't that... weird?"
"Well she likes me best," he falls back asleep, Satoru sighs, walking over to get a drink then, bending down to pop open a bottle of whiskey. Nerd Satoru couldn't drink for shit, Frat Gojo just chugged beer - CEO Toru? no, he has some class.
"Where's Satoru?" Toru asks, but Gojo is too far out, snoring now, he frowns a bit and sips his whiskey, walking through the living room and the hallway. He peers at his other brother, panties in his face, snoring on the bed. "Oh jesus."
The fuck is up with these two?
Toru hears the shower running when he walks toward the room he usually stays in, steam rising from the door, Satoru loosens his tie just a bit, raising a brow when the door opens, a pretty girl with a towel wrapped around her walking out.
Well, he sees the appeal, clearly you're fucking gorgeous, his blue eyes trailing up your thighs, dewy from the shower, up to the curves of your body in the soft terry cloth. He can't help but throb in response, cock already leaking pre like he's a teenager seeing tits for the first time.
CEO Toru was more experienced than his brothers, even Frat Gojo was less experienced, but something about you...
No wonder.
Your hips are begging for his hands when you smile all pretty at him, walking straight for him, the scent of cherry blossoms filling his senses, mixing with the steam rising in.
"Satoru I've never seen you in a suit," you're giggling all cute when you walk up to him in that towel. "Did you get new glasses?"
"I... what?" You're walking right to him, arms wrapping his neck, that towel just fucking falling so your tits press against his dress shirt, pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"You look so handsome like this," your lips trail his jaw, his hands stay at their sides, so he doesn't grab your ass, but you take them and put them right on your waist. "I won't take your virginity, Satoru, calm down. I just wanna kiss."
Oh you think he's...
Toru goes to correct you, but you're kissing him now, and your nipples are pebbling hard against his chest, he groans, hands slipping down your hips, tugging you close against his body. You're sighing into his mouth, gasping out when his tongue slips in, moaning softly.
"You're so hard, should let me take care of it," you whisper, brushing your hand over his cock, he loses whatever composure he has, tongue slipping in your mouth, lifting you like it's nothing. "Mnh!"
"Fuck," you taste so good, cunt heated as it presses against his cock over his slacks, shoving you right against the wall and groaning, the curve of your ass giving underneath his grip. "Sweetheart..."
"I never see you like this," you giggle then, kissing him back, hips arching up for more of him, cunt slick and dripping.
"You really think I'm him?" He asks then, you blink curiously, pulling back just a bit, smirking as your eyes widen. "Don't I feel a little different? I'm pretty sure I'm the biggest, yeah?"
You gasp now, looking at the man holding you - he's just a bit thicker in the shoulders you're gripping, his cock does feel even bigger if that was possible, bags under his pretty blue eyes that neither brother have. It can't be...
"There's three of you!?" You ask, he chuckles a bit now, dragging your naked body against his.
"Haven't they mentioned me? Maybe they were worried I'd take you, keep you all to myself," he smirks at you, devastatingly attractive as all the Gojos are - but fuck he was just ruining you with his slightly rougher hands, the way he flicks his tongue on your neck, humming just a bit. "I don't blame them, I'd lock you up, fuck I'd chain you to my bed."
"Chain me!? You're..."
"Mhm, the crazy brother," he nips your neck, dying to be buried inside your cunt, the one begging for him. "I wouldn't share."
"Toru, what are you doing here?" Satoru gasps when he sees his annoying 'older' brother holding his girl against the wall. You look at him with wide eyes. "Get off my girlfriend!"
"She kissed me," Toru chuckles and eases you down, letting you feel his body as he slowly drags you down, your thighs press together at the sensation, struggling to pull away from him when your body sure doesn't want to.
How greedy are you!? Do you need three versions of Gojo?
"What's goin' on?" Frat Gojo comes out, rubbing his eyes and glaring then, his hair is all messy, shirt shoved up from sleep, showing hints of those abs as he rubs his stomach next. "Toru? Baby, why are you naked with him!?"
"I thought he was... I thought he was you, Satoru," you mumble, clearing your throat as CEO Toru just fucking looks at you, he's even more psychotic than Nerd Satoru, and that's saying a lot.
"How could you mistake me pookie!?" Satoru pouts now, and you grimace, covering your face.
"You're identical."
"We are not!"
That's all three of them.
"Literally I could not tell, I can tell you two apart, okay? But him I... he seemed like Satoru!"
"Hah, she didn't think it was me," Frat Gojo grins, running a hand through his messy white locks. "I'm the favorite."
"I'm the favorite, she's always begging to suck me," Frat Gojo rolls his baby blue eyes, but CEO Toru is tilting your chin up as they start arguing.
A room full of six foot four, white haired, blue eyed Gojos.
Your ovaries ache, especially looking up at his dilated eyes, his lips glossy from licking them. "Sweetheart, what are your plans for the summer?"
"Plans?" You blink a bit now. "Um... I have to do intern hours, and taking a few summer classes."
"Perfect, major?"
"Communications."
"Even better," he brushes back your damp strands of hair. "You can work at the Gojo corp for the summer, with me."
"What?"
"She can't work," nerd Satoru says, stomping up and taking off his polo, slipping it over your head. "She should relax this summer, she has to be bred."
"I'm not getting bred," you mumble. "I'm twenty two I'm not having babies."
"I was gonna give you dick tonight, now you hurt me!" He's cupping your face, you laugh softly. "Don't laugh, its mean!"
"Well you all never told me! It's been like 3 months!"
"Well, I-"
"You fell asleep with her panties on your face," Toru chimes in, taking in just how pretty you look in that big polo swallowing that cute body, sighing.
"Well of course I did - it's a compliment to her!" Frat Gojo yawns and stretches, walking over to you and kissing your lips, you sigh softly into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.
"She can't work, we don't want her to, she should just get fucked and look pretty."
"Gojo," you start, shaking your head. "I want to work!"
"She can be my pretty assistant," Toru wraps an arm around you, and suddenly all three of them are near you, touching some part of you.
Your mind is slutty, all you can think of is sinking to your knees and sucking CEO, stroking Fratboy Gojo and Nerdy Satoru. Have them all come on your tits. Your face. You try to shove those thoughts back, you're their girlfriend, you don't even know Toru!
"It'll be good on her resume," you sigh, biting your lip and looking back at him. "I'll be a perfect gentleman."
****
Perfect gentleman CEO Toru has you bent over his desk, beating the plump of your ass with a goddamn backscratcher.
You're whining out, biting down on your lower lip, he's not touched you, not crossed 'that line' but your wrists are bound in his black silk tie, the wood of the stick smacking your ass over and over, stockings ripped. You're struggling not to make noise as this psycho moans, palming the bulge in his slacks.
"Fuck, look at you," he smacks you again, leaving a whelp, you're gushing slick out of your hole and down your plump lips, whining out desperately. "They don't do this, hmm? Give you what you need?"
"Y-you're insane," you whisper out, pressing your ass out for more, moaning softly. "They're gonna be so mad you did this."
"Good," he smacks it again, sighing and kneeling, hands on your hips. "I've made sure they have it easy, they can share their pretty girlfriend with me."
Smack.
CEO Toru thwacks your ass again, you feel that gush of arousal slipping out, barely biting back a whine when he tugs your panties to the side. "Slutty cunt, do they really take care of it?"
"Mhm, they do - ngh!" Your phone goes off right before Toru can lick you, he glares and stands, swiping up to answer it.
"She's busy."
"Toru, I swear to god if you're- are you moaning!?" You bite your lip, feeling Toru whack your ass again, devious grin on his face when he hovers over you.
"She was just learning a lesson," he rubs where your whelps are, chuckling. "Such an excellent student."
"You better not be doing your freaky shit with her," you almost snort at Satoru's words.
"Satoru you tied me up and hung me from the ceiling last week," he sighs.
"Lovingly!"
"She wants to get filled right now, will you two deny her? Don't you want her taken care of?" Smack!
"Put her on video," that's Frat Gojo’s voice. Toru does just that slipping the phone to rest on the little holder, so your boyfriends see your already drunk expression. "Are you tied up?"
"Your brother is a freak, ah!" He's chuckling, dragging that piece of wood across you messy slit, making you drip.
"She's making a mess of my hardwood floors," he touches his cock underneath his slacks, watching you arch more, he sucks in a breath at the sight of your needy pussy. "You two never shared with me you know."
The Gojo twins stare at each other, then you when you bite your lip and your eyes roll back. "Let us see her."
Toru angles the phone down as he kneels again, showcasing your ass and thighs littered with marks. Satoru and Gojo are hard and leaking pre at the sight. "You're soaked baby."
"Mhm," you hear Satoru's voice - somehow you can distinct between the three.
"You're so greedy. You need all three of us inside you?" Gojo asks, you sigh, shaking as you bend over. Feeling Toru's fingers part your folds.
"I just l-love you all s'much, ngh!"
"Shh. Don't want my office to hear," Toru laughs softly, swirling his long fingers in your slutty hole and sinking them in. You jolt at the action, hearing their breathy sighs over the phone. "I think as the oldest-"
"By five minutes!?"
Toru glares at the phone. "As the oldest I should show her how it feels to really get fucked, hah I'll show you all when I come back home."
"Show us what?"
"I can teach you all so much about how to please her needy, slutty cunt," he laps his tongue up your slit from your clit to your ass, chuckling as he tugs your cheeks apart. "This hole too."
"My other - ah!" Toru is a while fucking freak, his tongue darting to trace your other hole, moaning as he slides your juices along it, mixing with his saliva.
"I'll have her home soon, she can show you what she learns," Toru hangs up the phone and tosses it, you glare back at him, making him throb. "You should be constantly full of cum, sweetheart, they shouldn't even let you walk."
"You're fucking crazy," you arch more, he chuckles at that, lifting a thigh over his polished wood desk, belt clicking and making your tummy clench, when his pink tip swipes through your sloppy slit you're barely holding back a moan, wrists still bound.
"Want me to send you home? Let my brothers take care of you?" He presses in and leans forward, a hand around your throat. "I'll let you go sweetheart, before my cock ruins you. Before you only know my shape."
Fuck.
Its like the final boss of the Gojo men!?
You look back and shake your head. He grins. "Good girl."
You've never been fucked like CEO fucks you. Frat Gojo could absolutely hit it from the back perfect, Nerd Satoru ate pussy so good you were always dehydrated from squirting. But CEO Toru is mean with it. Bottoming out in one stroke and not letting you adjust, slamming that veiny cock in your cunt so deep it hurts.
It takes three strokes against your soft spot in those slick walls for you to convulse around that girth, three more slams echoing with loud, squelching smacks to make you cum. Your eyes rolling back, drooling when Toru wrecks your hole with his angled thrusts, fucking you against that desk and making you hiccup and cry.
One orgasm into another, huge hand tightening on your throat and taking your air. "Mnh! Toru..."
"Fuck yes, say my name," he whimpers - all three of them do that - pressing in your messy hole and thickening. "Oh sweetheart. You'll only know my shape - m'brothers are gonna be s-so fuckin' mad."
"Hmm? Nghh!" Toru slams into your cunt harder, fingers choking you as his lips brush the shell of your ear, pink drooly tip spurting milky drops against your puffy cervix.
"Ya heard me, I'll fill you up so full, they'll have to fuck my cum back inside- hah," Toru is pussy drunk off you, kissing you filthy, his tongue swathing your and dripping saliva, grinning with batshit crazy blue eyes. "You want it, hmm? Three loads of cum - each brother? Ah, for now, soon you'll only want me."
Toru was the yandere of his two brothers - quite clearly as he fucks you harder, pumping you full of all the cum he's been waiting to put in you. You're milking him for all he's worth, earning his muffled praise, pushing that cum deeper with every thrust of his cock - still hard and coated in you.
"Take all of it, like a good girl."
Toru films his obscene mess after pumping another load into your hole, you're too fucked out to care that your other boyfriends are seeing it.
When they rush up to the Gojo office, after you don't come home that night, they catch CEO Toru snorting coke off your thigh. He smiles at his brothers, moaning and kissing g where he'd just laid out powder.
"Hey little brothers," you are a fucked out mess, your blouse wide open, pencil skirt ripped, the moonlight filtering in from the floor to ceiling windows of Torus office, making you look even more debauched.
"Gojo, Satoru," you're so fucked out you can hardly talk, throat sore from Toru choking it, wrapping his belt around it as he railed you bent over his desk. He'd fucked you on that damn window, then his chair, until the office was empty - only then did he grab his coke baggie and use you as a pretty tray. "I'm uh... sorry I haven't been home..."
"Fuck you're hot like this," Nerd Satoru pushes up his glasses, walking over and kissing your swollen lips. You moan softly, hands slipping up his chest.
"I m-missed you both," he sighs now, hands slipping down your thighs, still sticky from how much Toru made you squirt.
"I should have given you my cock, I was teasing too much," you giggle breathless, shaking your head.
"I'll show you how she likes it," Toru leans back in his chair, grinning when his brother's scowl over at him. Frat Gojo walks over and kisses you next, both men blicking their brother's view of your beat up pussy.
"We know what she likes," Gojo frowns now, thumb rubbing your lower lip. "You had us worried, baby. You can't just dissappear."
"I'm sorry," you sigh, hands on both of their chests.
"Wanna snort lines off her?" They look back very judgemental. "What? She loves it."
"Don't encourage bad behavior," you scowl over at the most devious Gojo brother. "I'll make it up to you all."
"How? Oh..." You sink right to your knees, Toru smirks and palms his cock - rubbed raw from fucking you, when you unzip each brother's pants.
He'll let you enjoy it for now - but Toru always wins, and he sure the fuck won't share you for long.
bakugo was in the kitchen when he heard the full-body, heart wrenching hiccuping sobs.
he froze mid step, eyes snapping toward the couch where you sat hunched over your manga, shoulders shaking like something had actually died in the apartment.
“oi!” he barked automatically, already stomping over. “what the hell happened?”
you didn’t look up. your hands were clenched around the book, knuckles white, tears dropping straight onto the pages. bakugo’s chest tightened instantly. panic flared.
hurt? bad news? family?
he crouched in front of you, rough hands gripping your knees. “hey. look at me. talk.”
you tried - you really did. your mouth opened and closed, breath hitching, before it finally came out in a broken wail. “s-satoru gojo just—” you sucked in a sharp breath, voice cracking, “—he just died.”
silence.
bakugo blinked. “…who?”
you looked at him like he’d personally offended you through all timelines. “gojo. satoru gojo. from jujutsu kaisen.”
another sob tore out of you. you pressed the manga to your chest like it might bring him back.
bakugo stared at you for a long time, processing what just came out of your mouth. “you’re crying,” he said slowly, “over a drawing.”
you gasped like he’d stabbed you. “don’t—don’t say it like that—he was—he was protecting everyone and he smiled and—”
you broke again.
bakugo clicked his tongue, annoyed at the situation, and at the fact his chest still felt tight anyway. he stood, yanked you up, and hauled you against him, arms wrapping around you hard.
“tch. idiot,” he muttered, pressing your face into his chest. “crying this hard over some fake pretty boy.”
you clutched his shirt, soaking it, still sobbing. “he was important,” you whispered.
bakugo sighed, deep and long, resting his chin on your head. “yeah, i get it.” he didn’t.
he grabbed the manga with one hand, squinting at the page over your shoulder. “the white-haired guy?” he asked.
you nodded miserably.
“figures,” he grumbled. “guys like that always die stupid.” then gently he tightened his hold. “cry it out. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”
originally , it started off as a joke . when you were in your last year of middle school , watching the U.A sports festival . you made a joke . it was just a joke .
" hey , hear me out on bakugo ! he's kind of cute , " You said , which was quickly shut down by your classmates . He was too angry , too aggressive , just too too much in general .
and then ? during your first year at U.A , it was just a silent crush . the kind where when you saw him in the hallway , you would be staring at him . the kind where you would be too scared to go up to him and say anything .
one night , it was probably pure coincidence . you had gone to a party with your friends , to your shock - bakugou was there . you had always assumed this wasn't his kind of scene . he had good grades , and wasn't as good around others . he was constantly yelling at people !
and somehow , after drinking enough , you had gained the courage to approach him . " mnh , hey handsome . . " you had slurred , thinking back on it now . you probably looked so stupid to him . but still , it ended up working because you somehow found yourself with him in the cramped bathroom .
the way he drilled into you stretched you so hard it felt so good . his chubby cock fucking into you over and over in a bruising pace . he wasn't nice about it either , the way his hands gripped your hips and forced you into a nasty arch against the sink counter .
" uhghgh , you always fuck - ugh ! random girls in the bathroom like this ? " you had questioned . to which Katsuki let out a huff . " really now ? you're not random , you've been eyeing me since forever , weirdo . "
after that ? you were way to embarrassed to face katsuki . in your defense as drunk as you were , the only thing you could remember was that you hooked up with katsuki . so you assumed he thought of you as a random girl who's so easy she'd fuck any guy in the bathroom at a party .
you avoided him like the plague , because , in your head it he just thought it was a one off thing . until , there came a point where you can't avoid him . there was a field trip , with a " buddy system " and all thanks to your luck you ended up with katsuki .
the entirety of the bus ride was awkward , although , your gaze kept shifting back to him - who was looking out the window , so nonchalantly . maybe he just didn't remember you or the time you guys' hooked up .
the first stop , was some place full of ( probably fake ) dinosaur bones which were glossier than your lipgloss . during katsuki was oddly silent . maybe he was also avoiding you .
then , at the gift shop , he decided to confront you about it . " tch , you never gave me your number that night . I thought you were cute 'nd I was gonna ask but you left too soon . " Katsuki stated , so casually - as if he had rehearsed it in his head over and over .
after that trip , later that night you got a message from an unknown number , which was later saved as ' bakugou ' with a heart emoji next to it . " yo , you free this weekend ? "
the first date was super cute , you had gone to the movies . which led to another , and another , and so many more dates to come . then at homecoming - instead of a hoco proposal . .
he was outside of the school building , waiting to walk you to your bus , holding a Dubai chocolate designed sign that said " du you bai chance want to be my girl ? and hoco date I guess . " and in the other hand , he had a bouquet that was full of your favorite treats .
and you know what they say , first comes love , then comes marriage !
the teddy bear i gave her, the teddy bear she gave me, featuring husband! katsuki bakugou
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↳ cw: established relationship (married), 3-month-old child, mention of wanting another one, pet names, tooth-rotting fluff.
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“Kat!”.
At the sound of your voice echoing from up the stairs, the blonde raised from his seat on the couch and rolled his eyes. Whenever you called him, especially from upstairs, it was for a reason that you were too stubborn to come to him yourself. Despite that, he, time and time again, still came to you whenever you called. It was the hero in him after all.
Climbing the stairs, heavy footsteps sounded before they stopped at the door in front of them. The room he shared with you. The room where he built a life with you. He could hear you shuffling around inside alongside your cooing voice, a voice that was aimed at your three-month-old son. “We’re just waiting on your daddy, sweetie”.
The way you spoke and the small giggle you let out had Bakugou smiling softly. If he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, the day you both became parents proved him wrong. Watching what you went through and the pain you endured just to bring your son into the world made him hold a love for you that was on another level.
Pushing the already ajar door open more, he stepped in and pushed it shut again with his foot. He took a moment to watch your movements, the way you peered down over the cot that was in the corner of the room. He didn’t need to see your face to know you were smiling. “You called, darling?”.
At the sound of his voice, you stood upright and looked over your shoulder at him, smiling brightly. “Oh sweetie, look, it only took daddy a week to get here”.
The cooing of the baby answered you back as you laughed, turning to face your husband a second after. Sure, the two of you had been married for a good few years now, but you still couldn’t believe you were married to the Katsuki Bakugou.
If someone ever told your younger self you’d be married to a pro hero, the hot-headed and loud boy you met back in school, you knew for a fact you would have laughed in their face and told them to go away.
Yet here you were, married to that man with a son who was his mirror image. Even down to the ash-blonde hair and red eyes.
Stepping forward, you stopped in front of Bakugou and held your hand out for him to take. After a few moments, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as you looked at him. Taking a moment, you hummed before looking up into those red eyes that stole your heart. “I’ve got something to show you, but you need to sit on the bed, okay?”.
Stepping backwards towards the bed, you pulled him with you until you stopped, his body lowering to sit on the edge as you leant down to kiss his lips, lingering for a few seconds before you pulled back. “So, don’t think I need to remind you of that huge teddy bear you got me when we went on our first date".
Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the huge plush that sat on a chair in the corner next to the cot. It had been one of the first things Bakugou had won for you at a fair when you were first dating.
Being the only one left, it had caught your eye, so of course, your then boyfriend had to win it for you. Especially when another extra, as he liked to call them, tried to win it for their partner. Needless to say, he was the victorious one.
“Of course, how could I forget that? You made me carry that thing around for the rest of the night”. Rolling his eyes, he smirked at the faux look of hurt on your face.
“Here’s me thinking you enjoyed that, Kats”. Sticking your tongue out, you laughed when he flipped you off.
"Just get to the point, love”.
Nodding your head, you made your way back over to the cot, stopping beside the bars as you cooed again at your son, who smiled when he saw you. “Do you remember what I said to you that night?”.
Turning your head, you saw the confused look on his face as he raked his memories to remember what you said.
Rolling your eyes at the forgetfulness, you leaned over and scooped up your son into your arms, holding him upright. “I told you I’d get you your own teddy bear one day so…”.
Turning around, you faced him as you smiled, watching the look on Bakugou’s face change. “…sorry it’s late, this one took a little time to prepare. Couldn’t have done that without you, darling”.
Casting your eyes down, the smile on your face softened as you placed a kiss on the top of your son’s head. The soft material of the teddy bear outfit he had on tickled your lips before you pulled away, walking to sit beside your husband. “It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s the cutest teddy bear that we’ve made together, Kat”.
Crossing your legs, you manoeuvred your baby in your arms before passing him over to his dad. The way the explosive hero took hold of the piece of you both made your heart swell. He may have appeared rough and angry to everyone around him, but behind closed doors, he was an entirely different person - you and your son had softened him.
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you reached a hand over and took hold of a small hand in yours. Sitting in silence, you both watched as he fell asleep, content in the arms of his daddy, who protected him and you from the bad things out there.
“You know, princess, I’ll have to keep getting you big ass teddy bears. Especially if it means I get ones as cute as this in return”.
Laughing softly, you pushed his head with the top of yours before you moved your head, looking up at him as you cupped his face in your free hand.
“I guess I can compromise, as long as the next cute teddy bear we make is a girl”.
˚ʚ ꒰📖꒱ trying to thank your boyfriend, percy, for playing santa claus on christmas eve ends up attracting one too many witnesses.
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for the first time ever, there was indication of it being christmas eve at camp half-blood. tiny christmas trees were scattered amongst each of the cabin’s patios and santa had deposited gifts at each one. both were arrangements you and percy took credit for.
you sat on your cabin’s patio. next to you, percy was in his full santa suit, experimenting with the formation of the presents he’d placed under the tree. he tried stacking them in a tower, then in a pyramid, then tried laying them side to side. in between each re-arranging, he sighed.
both of you had put in weeks of tireless work to make this holiday magical. something had to be done, especially when every december at camp heard the same complaints: there were no cute inflatables, no christmas trees or menorahs seen from windows… nothing with the charm the mortal world’s season held.
but, in just a few hours, that would change. everyone would wake up to the sight of a classic christmas morning and make memories that would prove your efforts to be worth it. you could barely wait.
percy stood up. he wiped his hands on his pants as if he’d been working in snow. when you looked over, a pyramid formation of gifts glistened under the golden lamplight of your cabin’s lantern. your eyes wandered around it. in order to create a clear memory, you needed to pick up each and every detail.
“i’ll see you tomorrow. at dinner.” percy yawned, breaking your focus. “assuming i don’t sleep through it.”
he’d just finished tying the gift sack closed. you hopped up from your spot on the ground. of course it wasn’t until the last moment that you remembered to say the whole monologue you’d rehearsed to thank him.
he was about to turn away when you set a hand on his wrist. “wait.”
“what’s up?”
“uh..” you flashed a glance towards the gifts under the tree. then, you took his hands in yours. “thank you. for doing all of this. for dressing up as santa claus and being awake at this ungodsly hour.”
every word of that sounded better in your head. you thought it’d rival a hallmark movie love confession. instead, it seemed more like a horrible attempt at one. you pursed your lips.
“of course, love. you deserve it,” he said softly.
you pulled him in for a kiss, to which you were quickly flush against him. the felt of his costume was surprisingly soft. you relaxed in his arms. finally, there was something that was actually supposed to be part of your monologue.
a door creaked behind you.
“y/n? santa?”
you and percy both jerked away from each other. when you turned, the door was just closing behind your younger sister, whose eyes were as wide as they’d ever been. you sat to meet her at eye level. for the first time ever, an excuse to be away from percy was all you wanted.
“why were you kissing santa claus?” she asked.
your brain short circuited. not a single good response came to mind. after all, it wasn’t like there was any reason why you and percy would have to rehearse for getting caught kissing.
“uh, i wasn’t kissing him. i was just helping him warm up,” you said. “his lips were turning purple.”
you’d never wanted to smash your face into the wooden porch post more. logic aside, your performance of that lie was genuinely horrible. your sister crossed her arms.
“what would percy think?” she directed the question to you.
she marched up to percy, who’d plastered a jolly smile onto his face.
“you know y/n has a boyfriend? his name is percy jackson and he is very powerful.”
you made a hard fist, tensing every fiber in your body to avoid laughing. percy didn’t seem affected. he placed his hands on his stomach and chuckled.
“ho, ho, ho, he’ll understand,” he said in a shockingly good santa impression. “santa just forgot his scarf back on his sleigh. hope mr. grinch didn’t steal it.”
your sister didn’t falter. “santa doesn’t wear a scarf.”
one wrong move from you or percy could destroy all of the magic of the moment. instead of allowing another beat of silence, you stood up. you placed a hand on her shoulder, more to steady yourself than anything. “i think it’s time for you to head back to bed.”
“you cheated on percy. i’m gonna tell on you. tomorrow morning.” she huffed. “no. not tomorrow morning. you.. you won’t know when i tell him.”
“okay. feel free. but he’s not going to believe you if you’re all tired and slurring your words in front of him.”
“fine.” she turned to percy. “santa, can i have a hug?”.
“ho, ho, ho, of course you can.” percy said.
percy crouched down. your sister’s tiny arms engulfed him in a hug. for once in your life, your younger sister was actually adorable rather than a nuisance. your chest went warm.
eventually, percy let go, setting both his hands on her shoulders. “ho, ho, ho, santa might leave another gift if you head to bed.” he added a wink.
“really?”
“of course.”
your sister squealed. she threw her arms up to the sky, doing a happy spin. if you weren’t so desperate for this moment to come to an end, you would’ve giggled.
“okay! okay! goodnight, santa!” she said. then, to you, “just so you know, i’m still telling percy.”
“fair enough. hope he understands,” you said.
your sister shut the door behind her. as soon as the sound of her thudding away descended to silence, you and percy both let out exaggerated exhales.
“another gift, huh?” you tilted your head.
“not for her.”
percy kissed you. short and sweet, back in the privacy of each other. then, he set off for the next cabin. you hugged yourself warm as you watched him walk away. even though the two of you had a lot of explaining to do to your sister the next day, her having the privilege of hugging santa along with the pile of presents below the tree made all of it beyond worth it.
.ೃ࿔ I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.
"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.
Ah, the long awaited question.
And the answer never changes. "No, we're friends, why?"
Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thought—"
Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.
Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the ponytail incident
It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail.
Shouldn't everyone know that?
Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.
So he doesn't see anything wrong with standing behind her after she calls for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.
"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.
"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, like there's no more explanation needed.
Leo doesn’t understand, he doesn't know if he wants to, "You do realize you're in love, right?"
But Percy isn't even listening, his eyes already fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the necklace and hairtie
Yes, it's completely and totally normal if she wears a necklace with her best friend's initial around her neck.
It isn't even that noticeable— just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.
Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her while they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.
Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' on your necklace?"
She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and oh— Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."
"How is that—" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."
She's tired of questioning it.
Meanwhile, Percy carries a hair tie on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. There’s nothing else to it.
People don't notice at first, it's a simple black hair tie, nothing to question.
But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesn’t let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.
Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.
"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.
"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.
This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.
"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.
"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss on the cheek
And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.
Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.
So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted, "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss?
Percy kind of freezes. His eyes follow her as she walks away, looking like a kicked puppy.
He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.
Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like a child that got his candy stolen."
"She didn’t kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.
Piper looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head. "Is this whole thing just because she didn’t kiss your cheek?"
"Why didn’t she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.
Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything else— there she is, rushing to the table to take her usual seat beside Percy.
"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and, like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.
And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.
"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the picture on the wallet
Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."
"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.
"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.
"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"
Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."
He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the picture of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin and a bandaid on her nose. "Doesn’t she look cute?"
"I— uh— do you just carry it on your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise.
"Well, yeah? She gave it to me ages ago." And he turns to pay, like he doesn't understand why they're so surprised about it.
Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already distracted. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ pink lilies and cherry-minted lip balms
Friends get each other flowers, right? At least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while grocery shopping with his mom.
It's not his fault that he finds a bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.
When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet, she smiles knowingly.
"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.
"Oh?" He looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they just remind me of y/n, so I might aswell get them for her."
Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.
Except sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesn’t she?"
Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries on the checkout belt. "Yep, just make sure to get the one that tastes like cherry-mint, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid, it's her favorite."
"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"
Silence.
Percy stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.
"I guessed." he replies simply.
Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve.
So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.
And it's totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.
"Perseus, you are unbelievable."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the date
Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried about his best friend going on a date, but worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.
Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didn’t even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowers—roses, seriously? and ask her out.
But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didn’t even bother trying to get her favorite flowers.
That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.
That's why he doesn’t do much the whole day, he can't be bothered with training or joining his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. And by the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.
It's past lights out when there’s a soft knock coming from his door. And before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.
Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step inside— as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesn’t even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.
No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.
"Hey, how did—" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.
"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."
Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."
"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."
He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.
"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didn’t spend the whole day brooding.
"So bad." There’s no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night, barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."
Percy's hands stop on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"
She shifts slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didn’t ask me out because of you."
"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists.
She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"
They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.
After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"
His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybe—"
Percy doesn’t let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.
Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.
And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss
The next morning, nobody notices the change— because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.
Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.
"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.
"Who knows? It could be years, they—" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.
Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.
He doesn’t even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."
"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she runs off to go find her spear.
Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."
you was curled up in bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, phone glowing softly in the dark.
a trend that girlfriend test ask boyfriend to raise his arms. hug his neck. kiss him. see if he melts.
ohhh intersting .
you replayed it.
then again. and again .
you smirks as you definitely test that theory with your boyfriend tomorrow.
the next afternoon, bakugo was in his dorm, scrolling on his phone with a stupid scowl like it personally offended him. and you walking into his room with a smirks
“katsukiii” you said.
he didnt even need to glanced up. “what"
“can you raise your arms?”
"no”
“I need to do something"
that immediately set off his suspicion as he look at you while you smirking like that make he feels like you gonna pranks him again .
“another some stupid ass pranks ?”
"of courseee no!!!! come on, just for once, i promiseeee” you tilted your head with a innocent smile .
bakugo stared at you for a moment, eyes narrowed, then scoffed. “you’re fucking weirdo”
and yes he still lifted both arms, stretching them above his head lazily, and you slid your arms around his neck, fingers lightly hooking behind his collar, warmth pressing into him.
you kissed him
for a second, his shoulders dropped. his raised arms slowly came down, wrapped around you, and pulled you closer. thumb brushing your jaw, forehead pressing to you . he lifted you up, put his arms around your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist and kissed you passionately.
“you melted,” you whispers
"into the kiss”
his ears turned red immediately. “you are the one who kissed me first, you idiot!!”
"and you still kiss me backkk" you says like sing a song with a giggles then you looked back at him and pulled him into another kiss .
