#( that’ll be his downfall

[gothsuguru]

toji fushiguro is OFFICIALLY a real human being in my suguverse now 💯

[229zmi]

BLIND DATE

Kuroo Tetsurō/Reader | 1.1k words, fluff, reader is a little clueless at first, based off of this tiktok

“I’m sorry, what? Could you— sorry, could you repeat that?”

At the sound of Kuroo’s cackles echoing throughout the study room (that you had booked for yourself, and then he decided to invade it after spotting you through the window), you shake your head, feeling the regret creep up your neck like smoke rising from flames. Still, he continues to offer half-assed apologies in between abrupt laughs, as if that’ll soothe your embarrassment in any way.

“You heard me the first time.” You scowl when he opens his mouth to deny it, feigning cluelessness with a dumbfounded look on his face. “And your sense of humour sucks by the way. It wasn’t that funny.”

“But it is. You really want me, out of all the people, to set you up with someone?” He grins, twirling a pen around his fingers. Inwardly, you wish for the pen to suddenly fly out of control, for him to finally have a moment of failure that will eventually spiral into his downfall in the hopefully near future (a few seconds from now), but it never happens.

“Just one date,” you say, with venom preemptively hanging from the tip of your tongue in case you need to further defend yourself.

However, he surprises you when all he does is lean back in his chair instead of bursting into a fit of laughter again. His eyebrows furrow in thought, and the pen stills in his hand; he sets it down atop his notebook.

“I know someone who has a small crush on you,” he tells you after a beat. You straighten at the newfound information, suddenly interested.

“Really? Are they a friend of yours? Who is it?”

Kuroo — that bastard — shakes his head, now sporting a smug smile as he crosses his arms. “That’s classified information, I’m afraid.”

You groan. “You can’t just say that and not tell me who it is! C’mon, can you at least give me a hint?”

“Sure. What kind of hint?”

Your question hurtles toward him at lightning speed, only half-joking. “Are they rich?”

Waving his finger disapprovingly, he reprimands you, “Such a shallow question. I’m disappointed in you.”

“Yeah, well, are they?”

“Can’t say he is. He’s a college student, same university and year as us,” he says, and you act devastated over the news, slapping a dramatic hand over your chest. It’s too bad your dreams of becoming someone’s sugar baby have been crushed so tragically like this, though you suppose there are other important factors to consider as well.

“Is he—?”

“Hey, you said a hint, not multiple hints.”

“Oh, shut it. Is he hot?”

“Very,” he confirms, so quickly that it’s almost suspicious. You eye him warily, to which he shrugs. “What? Birds of a feather flock together, or something like that.”

“Yeah, okay. So he’s butt-ugly, then, by association with you.” At that, Kuroo kicks your knee as you snicker to yourself.

“You know that by saying that, you’re also calling yourself butt-ugly. Plus, I’m doing you a grand favour, and this is what I get in return?” A long sigh escapes him. “Absolutely nothing but insults. Unbelievable.”

“You’re such a baby.”

“Nothing but insults,” he repeats.

You roll your eyes. There’s no winning with him. “Fine, then. I’ll lend you my old statistics textbook. You’re taking Intro to Stats next semester, right?”

“Yup.” He smiles, and you know you’ve got yourself a deal. “I’ll text you the location and time as soon as possible.”

Disappointingly enough, your date is late.

Kuroo, however, is right on time.

You narrow your eyes at him, glancing at the outfit he’s got on. You’re used to him wearing sweatpants and hoodies with holes in the sleeves every time you see him, but today, he’s put something unusually nice on, although you’re not entirely sure why. You’re also not sure why he’s here, outside of the café and at the exact time he told you your date had agreed to meet you.

“Where’s my date?” you ask before looking around for the umpteenth time to check if he’s arrived yet. However, your movement is stopped when Kuroo gently places a hand under your chin, guiding your focus back to him.

A sly grin reveals itself; his hazel eyes twinkle beneath the glow of the café’s hanging fairy lights.

“Right here. I’m your date.”

You frown, still puzzled. “What? But you said a few days ago, you were gonna set me up with someone who—“

Wait a minute.

Oh, you realise.

Then, you shut your eyes tightly, turning away from him.

“What are you doing?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice that he doesn’t even attempt to hide, obviously entertained by your actions. He steps to the side to see your face, but you turn away again. “Hey, is my hair really that ugly? I tried combing it down like a gazillion times this morning, I swear.”

“No, just—” You stick your arm out, and Kuroo holds onto it awkwardly, both concerned for you and unsure of what he’s supposed to do. “Pinch me, please. I think I’m dreaming.”

“Oh. You’re not dreaming,” he assures you, opting to instead rest his hands on your shoulders, yet it’s pointless in getting you to look at him. Stubborn as always, he thinks fondly.

“That’s exactly what someone in my dreams would say.”

“Ah, I see. So, I’m the man of your dreams?”

Bingo. Picturing himself doing a victory dance in his head, Kuroo watches you open your eyes to glare at him for his remark. His celebration is short-lived, though, because in a matter of seconds, you’re quick to point out, “You’re blushing.”

Rubbing a hand over his cheek as if to erase the pinkish hue, he denies the observation. “I’m not.”

“You are.” You feel all giddy inside, with your heart feeling like it’s about to leap out of your chest, walk inside the café, and buy a cup of coffee. You’re worried a gooey mess of feelings is what’s going to spill onto the pavement if you so much as speak too quickly, so your question comes out tentative, like a butterfly’s wings fluttering in the wind, “And… you like me?”

That, he cannot deny. But there’s a poor attempt at it anyway. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I said a small crush.”

“Really?”

“Really.” A pause. Then, he adds sheepishly, “Well, maybe it’s a little more than that.”

Your expression breaks into a grin at the confession, but before you can tease him any more for the blush that has now spread to the back of his neck, he pulls the door to the café open and uses his free hand to gesture towards the interior, bowing his head slightly.

“For my lovely date,” he says, looking up just to wink at you. Whether this is actually to charm you or just to distract you from his embarrassment, you can’t tell.

Nevertheless, as cheesy as it is, you decide to play along, intertwining your fingers through his and extending your gratitude to him for his chivalrous act before pulling him along as you head inside.

notes: another kuroo fic 4 the Kuroo kissers ♥︎ tumblr user @kyoghurts i hope u like it teehee

[bloodiedrogue]

PAINFUL VULNERABILITIES (5)

SUMMARY: When your past begins to blend into your present, you find yourself longing for Astarion's comfort.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,648

WARNINGS: ANGST, hurt/comfort, body horror elements, descriptions of torture involving a knife, panic attack, sort of made up Illithid lore??? (I promise there's comfort in the end, I'm sorry!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Day 5 literally doesn't have a prompt because this idea got terribly out of hand so let's just ignore that and enjoy the angst, shall we?

(Also again, a lot of people's tags weren't working so next time if you haven't fixed it I will be taking you off the list because taglists are a bitch!)

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / NEXT CHAPTER

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The nightmares start a few days later.

At first, they’re subtle. Wisps of darkness cloud your thoughts, leaving no memory behind. Silently it lingers, creeping through your skull in waves that inevitably crash against the shore, ripping you awake —leaving you breathless each time you’re left gasping for air in your dishevelled bedroll. When it happens, it always makes you jolt up to look around, trying to find the cause of your plague. The reason why you’re suddenly so wary to lay your head each night.

When you reach the Underdark they only get worse. 

What were once forgotten memories become recurring torments. Endless onslaughts of clawed hands that scratch at your flesh, pulling back skin in massive chunks that pluck excitedly at your insides. 

Thanks to the powers of the Illithid you feel every movement. Every poke and prod slips through you like a knife, cutting you down piece by piece until you’re nothing but a shell. An empty carcass of bone that’ll inevitably be harvested for a purpose far greater than yourself.

Or so she says. As you lie there, writhing in pain, blinking to shield the teeth that bear witness to your torture, you hear her whisper cool and quiet, telling you of your death. Of your fated downfall, and then of your— 

You always wake up before she finishes.

Before you can hear her utter the words you’ve heard a thousand times. Feeling the burn of your lungs, you stretch your fingers across your chest in remembrance, breathing in and out as the skin beneath your digits runs hot and you’re forced to forget the experience all over again.

When you reach camp that night, sore from the seemingly never-ending mushroom forage, you find yourself dreading the prospect of such sleep. Even through the exhaustion, the last thing you want to do is rest your head lest she arrives tonight, so you fight the urge, settling in against the edge of the fire. 

“You look tired.” 

You turn to look at Gale with half-closed eyes, offering him the softest grin you can muster before turning toward the flames. They seem brighter than usual. A decorative flash of warm-toned hues that make you blink and rub your eyes, somehow feeling even more languid. 

“Mushroom hunting take it out of you?”

You hum, making no move to look his way as you pull your knees to your chest, curling in on yourself for comfort. 

As much as you’ve grown to like Gale’s company, all you want right now is silence. A moment of peace where you can just stare into the fire and let your eyes burn from something other than the lack of sleep. Especially after spending the day alongside Lae’zel and Shadowheart as some poorly trained mediator. Just the thought of opening your mouth to speak feels like a threat to your vocal cords. The prospect of speech too much to handle, even as Gale begins to fill you in on his and Wyll’s misadventures with a nearby myconid colony.

“They’re truly such interesting creatures. Did you know…”

His voice falls on deaf ears, earning you nothing but a confused sigh once he realizes you’re not listening. Mostly because it’s not normal for you to just blatantly ignore your peers. 

“Are you alright? Need anything? Perhaps a drink or a—“

You’re standing upright before he can even finish his sentence, brushing the ass of your leathers before walking away, paying no mind to the curious wizard as he looks around the camp, catching the eye of Wyll who merely shrugs. 

It’s not like you to leave. To ignore a friend mid-conversation but your voice is gone. Lost to the void of constant intercession and a brewing anxiety that sits in your chest. As you walk towards your tent you can feel it shifting. Starting at your gut, everything twists to form a sickly sting. A stabbing pain that throbs within your abdomen, threatening to grow as you part the fabric and crawl inside, plopping into bed face first.

Despite your better judgement, you let out a low groan you’re sure at least someone hears causing you to frown, knowing that you’re better than this. Better than neglecting your health because of some silly nightmares. Better than letting the fear of your past get the better of you. Better than brooding about it. 

Turning to lie on your back, you palm the sockets of your eyes in frustration, letting your mind wander. Allowing yourself to feel everything you’ve been suppressing over the last twelve or so hours.

Aside from exhaustion, it’s mostly Astarion that surfaces. His face in the darkness looking at you as you left camp that morning, barely awake enough to give him a nod. In an instant it was as if he was there and gone, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place before shifting out of view alongside an overly excited Karlach. It was the kind of look that made you question its intentions. Its knitted brows and pursed lips rising and falling through your memories between the scuffles of your two companions. 

As you walked along the edges of the Underdark’s cliff sides, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it represented. What emotion it was trying to convey in such a small amount of time before it disappeared completely? 

As you lie there now, once again imagining its form you feel it’s something bordering on pity. A showcase of solidarity in your obviously failing quest for sleep. 

Astarion may not say much about your struggles —unlike him, you don’t complain about the endless problems that you face on the road— but you know he’s still aware of them. He’s too perceptive not to be. 

So why hasn’t he said anything? 

A heavy breath escapes. A shaky one damaged by speculation. Ruined by the assumption that it’s because he doesn’t care. That perhaps you aren’t worth the trouble of a little bit of worry despite previous actions.

You may have killed for him —had his back long before anyone else, but have such feelings ever been reciprocated? Has your worth been proven now that you’ve slain a man in his honour? And if so, how much worth do you truly hold? Is it substantial enough to ask you how you are? Big enough to look at you with any semblance of fondness? Or is it all just for show?

There’s a part of you that hopes it is. That the moments filled with kindness are nothing more than lies told to keep your attention. If he were lying, it wouldn’t necessarily make the way you feel right now any better but it’d mean that there’s an end. A barrier to stop you from getting in too deep. An excuse you could use to explain the naivety of thinking he may care.

Because it wavers —his care. Some days it’s obvious, sometimes it’s not. You can never guess when the care will appear, only that when it’s there and eventually dissipates you’ll be left alone again, wondering why he puts the extra effort in at all. Why he reels you in only to let you go, forcing you to question his intentions as you watch with careful eyes for those moments of reassurance. Moments that you can never prepare for. Ones that gnaw at your heart with pointed teeth wrapped beneath hungry lips, starving for the truth. 

You’re not too sure you’re ready to take that leap yet. To push him for the answers you know he’ll just avoid. He’s never been quick to trust and even when he does allow you in there’s still a blockage of sorts. An obvious resistance that sits between you, forcing you to settle regardless of the fear you hold inside your chest, wondering what would happen if you tried to push. 

You assume it’d ruin you. That, more than likely, pushing too hard would only create an even deeper wedge, making the truth that much more unattainable, leaving you with less than what you started with. 

Shooting upwards, you groan again and breathe, resting your face against your open palms in irritation. 

All you want to do is sleep, knowing the only reason you’re thinking so much is because you’re avoiding it. If you think you can’t drift which means the nightmares can’t come, leaving you with two bad endpoints you know you have to choose between.

It makes you want to scream just thinking about it but instead of giving in to such desires you merely settle back down, pulling the fabric of your bedroll up to your shoulders before closing your eyes. 

You’re going to get some sleep whether or not it kills you. Whether or not you have to endure the pain of a thousand deaths all at once before you’re inevitably woken up in a stupor of suffering.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift. One minute you’re lying there, counting your breaths like sheep and the next you’re out, filtering through a darkness that feels all too familiar. At first, it’s just there, coating your skin in nothingness. Lost to the void of slumber, you’re at peace for the first time in forever but as expected eventually the shadows unfold. Part to reveal a body of pale skin wrapped around viscous veins full of the blood of many. 

It beckons you almost immediately. The flutter of that icy voice saying your name over and over until you come to call, allowing yourself to move. Letting your feet guide you to her presence, you feel the waves and how they threaten to spill over as you kneel before her, feeling her grab your throat. 

Her fingers twitch and curl but never grip as she leans forward, offering you a grin. “You’ve been avoidant.”

You don’t speak. For a moment your lips part, feeling the presence of her thumb glide across the base of your throat but you don’t dare speak.

“You know it’s coming, my dear. You can’t avoid it.”

Your tongue moves to wet your lips while you blink, trying your best to let the visions of her angular face blur into the night that surrounds you, realizing she looks just as you remember her. All papery and washed out —a mere shell of herself now that you’ve gone missing. Her features drying out with each passing day you find yourself separate. 

“Come back to me. Let me protect you.”

You swallow hard and turn your head, feeling the nails of her fingers dig into your neck prompting you to cry out. 

She doesn’t let you do much else. Quickly moving on from the one-sided conversation to grab her knife, you watch as she mumbles under her breath, turning the blade between her fingers with a grin. “In untimely death comes timely renewal, remember?” she says, letting it ghost across your bare chest, pushing the edge against it until it breaks the skin. 

You barely feel the first insertion. As the blade dips through the layers of your flesh, the only thing you feel is her breath. The pattern of air that puffs against your face as she recites those aforementioned words, taunting you as she pulls it down. 

In untimely death comes timely renewal. In untimely death comes timely renewal. In untimely death comes timely renewal…

As the knife moves lower, you repeat the words in unison like a mantra, struggling to get them out through gritted teeth as she works to cut you open. To slice your torso from the sternum down revealing countlessly re-healed bones and slimy organs that lie in waiting for her to pluck.

Hovering above you, her hands move to survey such handiwork, her fingers stroking the edges of your open skin before they inevitably dive right in, ripping you awake. 

You feel the pressure of her inside your gut before it really hits that it’s done. Shooting upward, you cough and double over in an instant, pressing your hands shakily to the ground in front of you. 

It’s the worst dream you’ve had yet. Longer than all the others, you can feel the adrenaline of it all penetrating your thoughts. Overthrowing every single anxiety you’ve ever felt as you sniff back tears, pushing yourself towards the entrance of your tent. 

Pulling it open, you look around the camp in desperation, catching the eye of Wyll who raises his brow, watching as you shake your head, slipping further into the ground.

Before you can even think he’s on you, reaching for your shoulders, asking you what’s wrong and how he can help. In response, you make no effort to reach back. To remedy your pain as you continue to shake and cry, sobbing out the cursed mantra through heavy gasps that leave him panicking. 

“Guys! Something’s wrong!”

As he calls out to the rest of the group, you quickly find yourself surrounded by familiar faces. All of them looking down to see your hysteria unfold. 

“What happened?” Dropping to her knees, Shadowheart’s the first to your side, moving her hands to cup your face before you swat her away, mouthing the words over and over and over again. 

“I don’t know!” 

“You don’t know?”

The two of them continue to bicker. As Wyll explains the way you crawled out of your tent, mumbling something about death, you force yourself to shuffle back, maneuvering your body so that you’re half sitting inside your tent again, watching it all unfold. Focusing on the confusion as Lae’zel and Karlach stand in the wings, muttering to each other words you can’t quite hear while Gale stares down at your mouth, watching the words you speak only to yourself as your eyes start to dart around. 

Surveying the rest of the camp, you wipe away your tears and try to breathe, forcing your mouth to stop its repetitions once you remember the ache inside your chest. 

Because of the Illithid, you can still feel her handiwork. Beneath your sweaty tunic, you can sense its edges burning —stinging from the aftermath as you press a hand to your sternum, making sure you’re still intact. Making sure your organs aren’t on display as you catch sight of Astarion coming up the path. 

He’s nose deep in a book when you see him, scanning the pages with interest before his eyes inevitably raise to see your nervous frame, curling into your tent. Then his interest fades. Evaporating into thin air before it’s replaced with fear. Genuine, heartbreaking fear that has him moving so quickly he fades out of view before reappearing in front of you. 

“What happened?” 

Just like Shadowheart, his hands cup your cheeks, gripping the plush as he lowers himself down, moving his forehead to yours. 

Unlike before you make no effort to push him away. Instead, all you do is frown and try to suppress the tears, clawing at his shirt with desperate pleas, begging him to stay. Begging him to tell you that everything’s going to be okay. Begging for him to lie and say he’ll protect you just like you did for him. 

Using your tadpole you beg him over and over again, letting the tears silently fall from your face, not caring that the whole party is watching.

All you need is him. In falseness or in truth, you don’t care. You just need him to ground you. To call you darling and to make you laugh. To make you feel like you’re something more than a vessel of organs one day destined for harvest. 

As your chest begins to heave, letting all the nightmares unfold all over again, you feel the tadpole behind your eye squirm in response, asking you to let him in. Without hesitation, you close your eyes and swallow hard, feeling his thoughts start to overthrow the visions of her and her knives and the mantra that sticks haphazardly across your brain matter.

I’m here, you’re safe.

For once it feels like a promise. A silent vow meant only for you as he ushers you further into the tent, saying something to your peers before closing it up. After that he readjusts the bedroll with gentle hands, always keeping a single palm against the small of your back, even when he guides you to lie against his chest. 

It’s the first time in weeks that you’ve felt safe. Resting a cheek just below his collarbone, you can feel your breath begin to return to its normal state. No longer ravaged by the panic of your dreams, it moves in and out, fanning the fabric of his shirt. 

“Was it a nightmare?”

You nod. Unsure how to explain it because, while it is a nightmare, it somehow feels so much more. 

“Of the past or?”

“Sort of.” 

He hums curiously, glancing down to see your hand slide up his chest to grip his shirt. 

“It feels like I’m answering a call.”

“A call?”

“Like there’s a person trying to reach me and when I answer I can… I can feel them.”

“Feel them?” 

You can tell he doesn’t quite understand. Not that you blame him for it. The whole concept of these nightmares still vexs even yourself. Leave you stumbling in confusion each night you find yourself awake, struggling to remember what’s real and what’s not. 

The nightmares are not as easily explainable as the actual torture you’ve endured. Especially considering that up until now there had been periods where the memories had died. Days where her face was nothing more than a splotch of white against a backdrop of black, slowly fading away. 

It doesn’t make sense why they're suddenly returning. Why your mind is forcing you to relieve these memories night after night. 

“Does your tadpole make it hard for you to dream?”

There's no hesitation when he says yes. No moment thought before his answer, making you wonder if maybe he too is experiencing these dreams. 

“I feel like it amplifies everything.”

Looking up to gauge his response, you can see the worry clouding his eyes. How his expression sort of fades into the abyss as his eyes focus on yours. 

“I dream of the past a lot. Of my life before this and… and I can feel it. Everything that ever happened I can feel all over again and it’s—“

“Painful.” His voice is broken. A crack in the mirror, shattering the often joyous image of his face as he looks away, blinking. 

Without even processing your movements you prop yourself up on your elbow, reaching over to grab his cheek and pull him back in. “I wish you didn’t understand how it felt.”

There’s a flicker of hurt that hits his face, enveloping his features before the previous sadness kicks in again and he’s reaching for your wrist, tightening around it. “Yes, well, not all of us get the luck of the draw when it comes to good lives.” 

“You should’ve,” you tell him.

He scoffs and closes his eyes, a faint smile pulling at his lips. “You’re probably the only one that thinks that.” 

You let your thumb explore his cheek. Let it move in soft circles, taking in the way it shifts beneath your touch. 

It feels strange to be this close to him even after all of the other intimate moments you’ve shared. Something about it feels softer, more honest than the rest of them, making your heart beat rapidly against your chest, threatening to burst. 

“I know it’s not my business but if you ever want to talk about it—“

He places a kiss to your hand, letting his lips linger against the pad of your thumb as he closes his eyes, reaching around to grip your waist. 

In an instant, the words drift out of your mind once you feel it; lost to a touch you didn’t realize you longed for.

Swallowing hard you lay back down to look away, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the tender image that unfolds as his arm shifts again, accommodating your movement. Making you feel that rush of comfort return as he pulls his mouth away and clears his throat. 

“I’m, uh… I’m not good at this kind of thing.” 

“Vulnerability?” you joke, earning yourself a snort. 

“I suppose that’s a word you can use.” 

“To be fair, neither am I.” 

You feel him shift to meet your gaze, looking at you with surprise. “Really now? I think breaking down in front of the whole camp just so that you can find me is quite the effort of—“

Before he can finish you clamp your hand around his mouth. “I was in shock, you bastard. I wasn’t thinking about my dignity.” 

Flexing around your palm, you feel him smile before he pulls away. “That’s good because there was absolutely nothing dignified about the way you looked at me back there. It was…” He trails off, his words catching in his throat for a moment before he clears it again. “You scared me.” 

There’s a moment of silence after that, lasting far longer for it to be deemed comfortable as you lay there, wide awake, wishing you could get him to talk to you. Hoping that maybe if you reach out with the Illithid he’ll answer your questions. 

Closing your eyes, you feel his presence in your mind already, vying for your attention in a way that has you both moving in closer, tightening your hold. 

Show me the dream. 

It isn’t a question or a request but a simple command that has you obeying —letting him enter your thoughts. Letting him stand along the sidelines as she guides you to the ground and cuts you open all over again. Letting him listen to the recital of words that are spoken behind two frozen expressions as Astarion pulls you tighter against him, placing his mouth to your forehead to stop himself from crying. 

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[sluttywonwoo]

halp pls vernon saying he's not gonna last much longer just being inside got me feeling some typa way 🥴🤤 what do u think would make each member cum untouched? (whether clothes on or off)

seungcheol: if it’s gonna be anything, it’s praise. that man needs praise to live and if you’re laying it on extra thick, he might not be able to resist… even if you’re not touching him

jeonghan: dirty talk!! especially if you don’t usually use that kind of language— hearing you tell him all the filthy things you’re going to do to him would have him ruining whatever pair of pants he’s got on instantly

joshua: kissing :( you can’t tell me he doesn’t love making out with you, not with those pouty lips he has… he loves kissing you, loves it so much that occasionally he’ll get ahead of himself and you know…

jun: i feel like his tits might be his downfall here. like he’s really sensitive and ticklish and if you play with them enough you can get him to cum for you

soonyoung: he’s a very visual person so anything to do with you and no clothes is your best bet— like a striptease, sending him random nudes (or videos), etc.

wonwoo: not exactly untouched but i think he’d really like dry humping and sometimes he might get a little too carried away with it iykwim

jihoon: watching you touch yourself really does it for him !! and even if he can’t touch himself (like, for instance, if you have his hands tied behind his back), he’ll still cum with you because he’s a gentleman like that

seokmin: your voice, specifically your moans. to be honest, he cums pretty easily anyway, so if he’s pleasuring you or watching you pleasure yourself and thinks about how pretty you sound a little too hard… he’ll be making a mess all over both of you in no time

mingyu: eating you out/you sitting on his face. making you cum turns him on so much that sometimes he can’t control himself and has to cum with you

minghao: if you tie him up and tease him for a bit, you can get him to blow. it would definitely take effort on your part because minghao has amazing self control, but it’s not impossible!!

seungkwan: showering together :) it’s something so intimate and it’s part of your daily routine, washing each other’s hair and bodies, but oftentimes one thing will lead to another and it’ll get heated fast. and in those cases, he’s already so content and so full of adoration for you that it takes very little to get him there, even if you’re not touching him

vernon: domming him but not even really domming him like if you’re mean to him that’ll do the trick

chan: edging has to be the way to go (please don’t tell me wait). like you are touching him, until you’re not and he’s cumming all over himself like a loser you know?

[gingersxng]

Can you make a story about mingi as your professor

a/n: OFC OMG!!! i literally wrote this too fast cause just imagine older teacher/professor Mingi doing all kinds of things to you😵‍💫 !!! i had so many ideas for this and it came out very smutty as always, thanks for the request and hope you like it<3

Bad Grades

pairing: f!reader x Mingi

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: your teacher’s been noticing your sudden downfall in grades in his teaching subject, he then promises you another kind of detention that’ll get you both satisfied.

Notes: sub!student reader, dom!teacher Mingi, reader is in her early 20s, Mingi is in his late 30s, legal age difference, big dick Mingi, pussy play, slight spanking, spitting, unprotected sex (always keep safe), reader is called kitten, marking, breast/nipple play, deep thoathing, creampie, swallowing, handjob. maby forgot something!

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Song Mingi as your math teacher OMG!

you were a good student and had A in most subjects, well that was before you got your new math teacher. A tall big handsome man, short pink spiky hair and glasses. He had kept you distracted from your work and as time went by he began to notice how you always were watching him instead of solving problems. Your grades were down to from E’s and F’s.

Your teacher Mr. Song finally got to talk alone with you about your downfall and your “distractions”. It was only the two of you inside the classroom, you sat at your desk and Mingi was standing right in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “how come you get so bad grades lately? is something bothering you?” Mingi asked like he didn’t already know why. You felt yourself heat up and your fingers began to play with the hem of your skirt. “i- i don’t know.. i get distracted easily..” you said as you looked down not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. Mingi smiled, he placed his big hand on yours making you look up at him and then your eyes fell down to his crotch, a big tent forming. Mingi caught your eye placement. “i can see that” he chuckled. “I’ve been distracted by you too kitten”. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter after every sentence he said. “how about i’ll give you another type of detention instead of sending you home with more books?” Mingi tilted his head to the side as he rolled up his sleeves. Fuck. Your wetness literally dripped down your legs now, you gave him a nod as a confirmation to let him do whatever he wanted.

Mingi placed you on the top of your desk parting your legs to get a better view of your soaking core, your wetness seeping through the white underwear forming a big stain. With flushed cheeks you watched him as he lowered himself getting in level with your pussy, which was pulsating like crazy now.

Mingi pulled down your panties and sneaked them down in his pocket of his pants, he began to caress your aching core slowly with his gigantic hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “what a naughty girl making yourself get bad grades to get your teacher to fuck you, huh?” he looked at you with a dark gaze that made your glasses fog up. “guess you want me to show you what I do with girls who misbehave, huh?” a smirk appearing as he played with your clit.

“y-yes please mr. Song” your begged. You tried to hold yourself up on your elbows to keep the balance steady with your legs up in the air, your breathing began to get heavier as Mingi worked his fingers on your core. Mingi gave your inner thigh a sloppy kiss before getting up again, he started fidgeting with his belt, his actions made you needier. a groan left his lips as his giant friend popped out of his boxers the red tip leaking precum, it was so damn big, the length and the girth made you feel like you wouldn’t be able to take him at all. You felt dizzy just looking at his big dick, but you were about to get fucked by your insanely hot math teacher Song Mingi and you wouldn’t miss it for the world no matter how big he was.

Mingi grabbed your legs and turned you over so you were lying on your stomach with one knee on the desk and the other leg on the floor holding yourself up. He gave your ass a light spanking before separating the cheeks, the grip was sure to leave bruises. Mingi gathered some saliva that he spit out on your pussy to use as lube. He smeared it around with his tip to get it ready. “I’m gonna enter you nice and slow, okay” he said in a soothing tone. You gulped and nodded at his words, a little scared it would hurt too much. “take a deep breath in now”. You took a deep breath and you felt Mingi enter you, the stretch was so intense it made your eyes roll back in your skull and your breathing became hitched. Inch by inch he sunk deeper inside you until he was fully seated, he started off slowly but were soon rutting into you with full force. Mingi had a steady grip on your hips to hold you in place, moan after moan escaped your lips but got muffled by one of Mingis hands. “sshh, you don’t wanna disturb the students in the classroom next door kitten” he cocked an eyebrow at you. “sor- sooo-s” your words got muffled in his hand. The sound of skin slapping and the desk squeaking filled the empty classroom, Mingi watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared inside your hole, he bit down on his bottom lip trying to hide his moans. Mingi snaked his arms around your waist and lifted you up carrying you with him to his desk chair cock still inside, he sat down with you on his lap straddling him.

You started to move up and down his dick twisting your hips in all different motions dragging deep groans out of him. Mingi threw his head back as he tried not to cum too fast, his hands found their way in under your shirt grabbing your bare boobs. “no bra?” he whispered sending stings down to your core. You shook your head as you continued to bounce on his cock. Mingi played with your nipples and pushed himself up against you meeting your thrust, his dick touching your perfect spot making you see stars.

With every thrust you felt yourself getting closer to your release, your legs did all they could to hold themselves up at this point. Mingi were close too, he squeezed your breasts hard enough to make your eyes water. “I’m bout to c-cum” you cry out, the knot in your stomach getting bigger. Mingi bit down on your neck sucking on the flesh leaving a big purple mark, you could feel him slowing down his thrusts until he came to a halt. You let out a whine at the lack of movement, turning your head to look at him. He had a small smirk on his face and raised an eyebrow, he then lifted you up and placed you onto your back with your head hanging outside the desk, your eyes meeting his cock.

“open wide kitten” Mingi ordered as he pushed his cock down your throat. your gag reflexes did their job as his dick slid in and out your mouth, his cock forming a bulge on the outside of your throat showing how deep he was. As he chased his own high he teased your nipples to help you cum too.

The dizziness began to creep up on you with the lack of oxygen to your brain, you patted Mingis thigh to get some air. A big string of saliva connected from your mouth to his cock, you put your hand around his length and pumped him a few more times. “fuuck, gonna cum” he groaned shutting his eyes closed. You felt Mingi twitch in your hand and put him back in your mouth, he came and you milked him dry, swallowing every drop. After some more stimulation to your nipples and some heavy kissing you finally came to, the thick white fluids dripping down Mingis desk.

You sat yourself up to fix your skirt and Mingi put himself back in his pants. “my panties?” you said as you looked around for them. Mingi lowered himself in eye level with you giving you a sly smile. “i guess you’ll be back sooner than you think y/n, better keep them here until you’ve learned your lesson, huh?”

getting bad grades was something you were about to get used to from now on.

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sorry for sending in so many asks but like. i was curious abt something and wanted to know your opinion since i love how you write for these characters as yanderes. how different do you think wanderer would be different as a yandere across the different stages of his life? y'know kunikuzushi, scaramouche n then wanderer.

No worries. I love writing headcannons. This is actually a really brilliant idea, since he faces immense character development in each stage, which changes his yandere traits. I wrote this one a bit differently, so here it is:

Kunikuzushi

Kunikuzushi starts out as the discarded prototype of the Shogun, hurt and desperately trying to find meaning in a world that he’s only barely begun to understand. He’s all raw emotion, innocence, and heartbreak with a severe abandonment complex that screams vulnerability. He doesn’t fully grasp the intricacies of human relationships yet, but he knows he wants someone—anyone—who won’t leave him. And once he latches on to you, there’s no escaping his fierce, almost childlike need to keep you with him.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Kunikuzushi’s affection is intense and pure, but smothering. He doesn’t just want you close; he wants you to be his entire world, wrapping you up in a cocoon of affection that borders on suffocating. You’ll find yourself unable to take a step without him watching, constantly afraid that you’ll leave him, like everyone else has. He doesn’t mean to trap you; he just doesn’t know any other way to keep you safe.

❥ If someone else shows interest in you, Kunikuzushi feels threatened, but it’s not malicious—he just doesn’t know how to cope. His innocent jealousy leads to outbursts and childish, sulky expressions, but he means every word. “They don’t care about you like I do,” he’ll say, desperate to keep your attention. He sees anyone else as a risk, someone who might tear you away, and he’ll do anything to hold on.

❥ He’s tender one moment, distant the next, terrified that you’ll betray him but unwilling to let go. His mood shifts are sudden and emotional, going from sweet, pleading whispers to cries that you promised not to leave. It’s a constant push and pull that’ll keep you tangled in his web.

Scaramouche

Saramouche has been through hell by this stage—twice abandoned, once as Kunikuzushi and once as the Gnosis-bearing puppet. He’s hardened, cold, and driven by an insatiable need for vengeance and power. This version of him is ruthless, with a twisted sense of loyalty and a desperate need to control everything in his life. If Kunikuzushi wanted to keep you close out of fear, Scaramouche keeps you close because he refuses to lose. You’re his anchor, his prize, and his weapon all in one.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Scaramouche won’t just protect you; he’ll dominate every aspect of your life. He’s the type to make sure you have no way out, pulling strings and manipulating events so that you have no one else to rely on but him. Your freedom? That’s a privilege you lost the moment he decided you were his.

❥ Scaramouche’s jealousy is no longer innocent—it’s pure wrath. If anyone even looks at you, he’s already plotting their downfall. He’ll sneer, undermine, and even eliminate people who dare to get too close, all while reminding you that he’s the only one who’s ever truly been there for you. His rage is icy, calculated, and deadly as hell. He’ll make sure you know that he’s willing to do anything to keep you by his side.

❥ Scaramouche knows your weak points, and he’ll exploit them mercilessly. “After everything I’ve done for you, you’d betray me?” he’ll say with a dark smirk, every word designed to pull you back to him. He wants you feeling indebted, trapped in a cycle of loyalty, and unable to imagine life without him. You belong to him, and he’ll make sure you never forget it.

Wanderer

By the time he’s the Wanderer, Scaramouche has had enough time to reflect and heal—at least a little. He’s trying to rebuild himself, attempting to come to terms with his past while forging a new path. But he’s still a yandere at heart, just one with a more refined approach. His obsession with you is quieter, more subdued, but it hasn’t disappeared. Now, his love comes with subtle, unbreakable chains. He’ll make you feel safe and cherished, all while holding on to you with a grip that’s softer but just as impossible to escape.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Wanderer’s obsession with you is gentler than Scaramouche’s, but it’s still firm. He won’t go for violent confrontations; instead, he’ll weave his presence into your life so intricately that you don’t even realize how entangled you’ve become. He’s patient, kind, but he’s always there, making sure you never even think of leaving.

❥Wanderer knows he can’t control everything, but he will protect you. He’s more accepting of your independence now, but he’s always just a few steps behind, watching. He’ll let you wander, but there’s an unspoken rule—you’ll always come back to him. If you don’t, he’ll find you. Not with malice, but with that silent, unyielding devotion that reminds you he’ll never let you be alone.

❥ After everything he’s been through, Wanderer clings to you as his last connection to humanity. He’s come to understand what love is, and he won’t risk losing it again. He’s your shadow, a constant, reassuring presence who will stay with you, no matter the cost. And deep down, he knows that he’d still tear the world apart to keep you safe, even if he tells himself he’s moved on from his darker days.

Wanderer’s yandere devotion is most evident in small moments. He’ll quietly show up whenever you’re in danger, giving a small, knowing smile as he pulls you into safety. He won’t say it, but there’s a glint in his eye that tells you—he’ll never let go.

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Mr Gorgeous

pairing: Lee Minho x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, crack, tutor Lee know, non-idol!au, college au, best friend Hyunjin, computer nerd Lee know

summary: As a chemical engineer with the biggest aversion to computer science it was nothing short of hell to try and pass the one elective you were forced to take. Things do change for the better when your friend suggests you get tutored by smart and hot Lee Minho. Maybe you'd do a lot more than just pass the subject... 

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a/n: This one is based on the unhinged but cute ideas my friend gives, hopefully, I did justice to that, and to Minho.

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I have extended this universe (but can be read as oneshot ) with the Hyunjin fic Dancing with our Hands Tied

Regret.

That’s the primary emotion you feel right now. Sitting with your hands tugging at your hair in the corner of the computer science lab as you stare at the big blank screen… yet again.

Another ping and you look up to see yet another failure message popping on the screen of your laptop. It wasn’t brand new, or of high value, but this laptop was your lifeline. Not only did it hold all three years' worth of your undergrad life but it also holds the precious drafts of your latest hyper fixation- fanfics based on the forced marriage trope.

The downfall of the laptop itself wasn’t your primary concern now, it was the choices you made that led here. Well, it wasn’t exactly a choice. The course selection system of your uni might say “flexible” but it was anything but. Your mind replays a flashback from two months ago when you were seated in your dorm bed, hands tugging your hair like now, as you stare at the monstrosity that was the computer science elective you were forced to choose for the sake of credits.

Leading you right back to regret.

Just as you're about to break your laptop in a fit of pure frustration you feel a hand on your shoulder. Whipping your head back, with five retorts at the tip of your tongue (but ones that’ll never be said), you find yourself facing one of your closest friends. His feline eyes shone with kindness and his long blonde hair with fringes framing his spectacular face and the crisp white shirt that looks very out of place amongst his rarely-showered peers.

Hyunjin. The infamous dance team captain and the most wanted dude on campus, who somehow ended up as your roommate's dance partner back in freshman year and is now a big part of your gang. He was the reason for whatever little popularity you had on campus.

“Are you alright?”

“Hi yeah, I-I’m fine… I guess…” you sigh, giving up on your hair and point to the screen. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and my laptop just gave up on me.”

He gives you a sad smile, not one of pity and you’re grateful for it. “Ahh, the computers have defeated our great y/n I see...” His tone is slightly lighter this time when he speaks. You nod furiously as he settles down on an empty chair next to you. His hand has moved from your shoulder to fidgeting with the armrests.

“Yeah I absolutely hate- no loathe computers. I mean, I fought with my parents to do a chemical engineering degree just because I hate computers for god's sake. All that only to end up here in this damn course and I’ve managed to kill my laptop in the process of installing virtual machines. Actually why the hell do we even need those virtual machines? Isn’t everything that these machines produce essentially virtual… if you do need another device, just get one. Why do you computer science idiots go through all this hassle? I don’t-“, you pause mid-rant to see that he’s got an amused expression and the corners of his lips are lifted up.

“Ugh, please. Don’t laugh at my distress, you cruel man.” You whine and dramatically put your head on the desk in defeat.

"Aye y/n it's okay... I mean it will be..." Hyunjin tries to comfort but you just grunt in response and dig your head deeper into your arms on the desk.

You hear him sigh and shift closer to you.

"Alright, I'll tell you what... class is over now so we will give up for now and go have something to eat and replenish your brain. Then maybe I can tutor you, I am also in the class and I do understand this. Is that ok?"

You look up to see Hyunjin sitting beside you, lips pressed into a thin smile, eyes kind and empathetic. This version of him rarely comes out except with his few friends and you were usually grateful for that. But today you had no brain cells left to feel grateful.

"Yeah, sure! Do you plan on doing that before or during your morning dance practices or evening practice?" Your tone comes out sharp and sarcastic, which catches Hyunjin off guard.

You were almost always sarcastic but it was never more than a harmful joke and you never really lost your temple. In fact, you were very particular about staying silent unless you have something positive or funny to contribute to the conversation.

Hyunjin recovers fast from the shock, "Hey I was just offering... I was being nice. Don't bite my head off!"

You feel apologetic immediately and sigh. "Yeah sorry dude, I guess I need to eat. Are you still up to get lunch together?" You ask with a small smile.

"Yup!" He immediately agrees with a big grin and you begin packing your things.

"Hey, you sure one of your little fangirls and fanboys won't die of jealousy if they see just the two of us having lunch together?" You joke as you both head to the cafeteria.

He just rolls his eyes and both of you laugh it off.

Even though you knew about Hyunjin's popularity, it still feels weird for you to sit and watch almost the entire cafeteria stare in your direction. Rather in his direction. Trying your best to ignore it you continue eating your sales as Hyunjin talks about the latest gossip from the dance team.

Just as he was about to reach the juicy part, Hyunjin sees someone on the other end of the cafe and asks them to join. You whip your head around to see the source of your latest annoyance, ready to hate them in your head, only to find the most gorgeous man you had ever seen walk towards your table.

You've had one too many celebrity crushes in your day but you weren't usually the type to simp for a dude in real life- especially one from your university. Yet you find yourself unable to take your eyes off this guy. He's wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of joggers. His headphones are around his neck, and a black backpack hanging on his left shoulder. You watch his shirt cling to his shoulders and the way he keeps his eyes down as he walks. You keep watching as he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up just enough for it to look fluffy and good.

Taylor Swift definitely wrote Gorgeous for this man.

As he nears the table you finally gather all your self-control and turn back to your lunch. You chew on the food slowly and keep playing with the contents in your bowl, painfully aware of every step he takes toward the table.

"Hey Lino!" You hear Hyunjin exclaim as he gets up to hug the other guy.

"Hi Hyunjin." says the other guy- who apparently has a deep, yet soft voice that reminds you of honey melting.

You internally cringe at the weird tingly feeling this guy is making you feel.

You try to block out the conversation the two guys make, desperately hoping you wouldn't have to interact with Mr Gorgeous.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you both. This is my friend y/n."

You look up at the mention of your name to find Hyunjin and him looking right at you. You smile, hoping the weird thoughts don't translate on your face.

"And y/n, this is Lee Minho. My classmate and dance teammate." Hyunjin says with a fond smile.

"Hey, y/n. Nice to finally meet you," says Mr Gorgeous in his honey-dripping voice as he reaches his hand out to you. You are frozen for a second but recover quickly to take his hands and shake them as you nod. You watch as he immediately takes his hand after a second of contact and clears his throat.

"Nice to meet you too Minho." you finally manage after the handshake that only made the butterflies worse. You pray silently that you don't ever have to speak to Minho again, a crush was not good for your health. Especially not a crush on your friend's very hot dance teammate.

Thankfully Minho almost immediately leaves, stating he has a class to attend and Hyunjin and you bid your byes and return to your lunches.

After a moment's silence, Hyunjin speaks again, "So what do you think about Minho?"

You cough as a lettuce piece gets stuck in your throat at his question and chug half a glass of water.

"Wha- what about him?" You ask in your most normal voice possible.

"I don't know... you tell me." Hyunjin says eyeing you cautiously.

"He's fine I guess." He scoffs. "He's way more than fine and we both know it." He says with a smirk.

"You're just a simp for the mysterious hot dudes who will never go for you."

"Ouch. But yeah. Plus all I can do is simp... he's not really into guys." Hyunjin says with a dramatic frown making you shake your head at his antics.

You were almost relieved when Hyunjin admitted to simping for Minho because then you would shut down the crush because you are a good friend. Every plan to squish this growing crush is backfiring on you now.

As you both finish your lunch and decide to go separate ways, Hyunjin stops in his tracks outside the cafeteria with a bright smile on his face. The face that usually means trouble for anyone involved- which is you currently.

"Oh my god! Y/n I just had the best idea." He practically squeals and you roll your eyes at him.

"I don't believe it will be good but you're gonna say it anyway so spill."

"Well you need a tutor to pass the computer course... and Minho is a top-of-the-class student who passed that subject a semester ago. What if he tutored you?"

Hyunjin looks like he hit the jackpot and your jaw hangs on the floor. Gulping you begin to explain why his idea won't work just as the door opens and out comes the man of the hour himself- Minho.

Hyunjin looks at Minho and his smile grows even wider.

"Lino I was just going to call you. I need a small favour from you."

Minho looks suspiciously between an excited Hyunjin and a horrified you. "Yeah, tell me..."

Hyunjin proceeds to explain the ordeal in great painful detail. He paints a sad picture of you from fighting with your parents about your major to your whining in the lab earlier. All while you plan the detailed and gruesome murder of Hwang Hyunjin in your head.

Even though you are too embarrassed to see Minho's face, curiosity gets the better of you. He seems to be trying his best to follow Hyunjin's rant. His eyebrows perked up and eyes shifted between the two of you. His nose scrunched as he nods continuously.

"So what do you think of my genius idea huh?" Hyunjin asks Minho as he smiles widely at you both.

"Ermm... ", Minho looks between you and Hyunjin looking positively confused. "I think I can do it yeah." He says in his honey-melting crush-heightening voice and nods at you.

All you can do is force a hopefully normal smile on your face as Hyunjin celebrates his 'victory'. You shoot Minho an apologetic look as Hyunjin forces you both to exchange numbers and discuss the tutoring schedule- every Monday evening at the library.

"See you on Monday y/n." He says with a soft smile as he hoists his bag up higher on his shoulder and walks away after saying his byes to Hyunjin.

There is no death for the crush now.

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The Monday could not have come slower. Although it was only three days from meeting Minho it felt like the longest days of your life. To make matters worst, Hyunjin and Yeji, your roommate, could not stop talking about Minho.

Turns out he didn’t spurt out of nowhere since Thursday, he was fondly called Lino by the dance team. You’d previously heard Hyunjin and Yeji talk for hours together about the “brilliant” dancer that “Lino” was. But you’d also heard Yeji mock Hyunjin for constantly getting bullied by him. The stories that you had always laughed your heart out to because mostly Hyunjin did deserve it. But now those stories do nothing but increase your anxiety as you walk slowly towards the campus library to meet your gorgeous dancer-nerd tutor.

What if he bullies you too? Or worse what if you embarrass yourself in front of Mr Gorgeous!

You groan as you step into the library, searching along rows of students absorbed in their own world before spotting him. He was wearing another plain black shirt, hair messed up in sweeps framing the side of his face, and a thin framed glass perched on his face. His little nose scrunched up as he was concentrating on his laptop, the headphones on his head.

Why does this man make you weak over the bare minimum!

“Hey Minho”, you greet as you reach the table he’s sat at, settling down across the table from him.

He looks up removing his headphones and smiles at you, nodding in acknowledgment.

Both of you walk around on eggshells for the first few minutes, him understanding how much knowledge you have in the subject- he almost looks disappointed on hearing the answer be ‘nothing’. Eventually, you both developed a plan and he began explaining from the basics. Although you had a very hard time concentrating initially, especially when his eyes got all dark and focused, as he bit his lip whenever you messed up and explained in that calm soothing voice of his. But eventually, you started finding it easier to learn when he taught you in parts, giving examples and helping you take notes.

The hour passed by much too quickly for your liking but a part of you was relieved to be out of his strong gaze. He had given you some pointers and tasks to do over the week to help speed the process to pass the finals approaching in two months.

The following weeks go smoothly, Mondays becoming your favourite and most exciting day of the week- adulting really was sad. You saw Minho relaxing with every session, the third session he even started teasing you about your mistakes. He would let out a little “hehe”, smile brightly as his eyes lit up and shake his head as he says, “No that’s not how you run this. It’s a different coding language so the rules change.”

He never raised his voice or lost his cool. While you were constantly groaning or huffing in irritation at the irrational rules of computer science. You constantly explained to him that you weren’t an entire novice to coding but the concepts of operating systems and databases simply did not make sense. He would constantly assure you that this was hard for computer science majors and that you had not much to worry about. Eventually, the one-hour sessions became longer as you both sit back and talk about random topics during "breaks". He even suggested an additional session to "help speed the process", which made your stomach drop in an odd way (not because your crush kept exponentially growing in the last six weeks).

That’s how you find yourself in the library on a Thursday afternoon, coming to the library hours prior to your session with Minho. Trying your best to understand the concept you both were supposed to go over so that you didn’t look too dumb and also because your finals is approaching in two weeks. You used to be the topper in school, and you even managed to stay in the top 10 in your department but none of that worked here. It definitely didn’t help to learn that Minho was an extremely talented all-rounder.

In the last six weeks, you might’ve slipped into a couple or almost all of the dance team’s practice sessions pretending to care about Hyunjin and Yeji (both of whom were surprised to find you there for the first time in three years).

Minho danced as gracefully as a swan while emitting the most powerful aura on stage. You had seen the dance team’s performances before to support your friends but you hadn’t really noticed anyone except those two till now. But now you could not take your eyes off Minho even when you heard the team and other audiences praise how amazing Hyunjin and Yeji were.

You shake your head to prevent yourself from getting distracted by Minho’s tantalising steps from the previous day’s rehearsal. All of this did nothing but feed the monster of a crush you were fostering inside. She was so strong now that calling it a crush felt wrong. You were down bad. But that is a problem for another time, you needed to learn this concept before Minho gets there in half an hour.

You’re not sure how long it has been since you started hyper focusing on the topic but you are brought out of your reverie by Minho’s rich voice.

“Hey y/n.” He sounds cheerful and there’s a cute smile on his face which makes the monster butterflies immediately rise up in your stomach.

“Hello.” You smile back as he settles in the seat next to you. This was another suggestion from Minho since the third week to "help correct your mistakes better", little did he know it only made you more prone to mistakes with him so close to you. You noticed that he was wearing his white hoodie and grey joggers- which you know now is his dance practice attire, and his hair is all tousled and messy. His cheeks are flushed from the practice and he is slightly out of breath as he takes his laptop out and settles down.

“You’ve already started this topic huh. Good to see you working so hard. ” He says with a genuine smile nodding towards your laptop. You smile coyly, stomach doing a little flip at the compliment (it never gets old).

“Ah, nothing like that. Just had time to kill. Thought I’d try to catch up so that I’m not entirely clueless for today.” He nods and looks at you for a second longer than usual. Just as you think he’s going to turn to his laptop and start the session he leans towards you and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ears. Time comes to a standstill as you process what just happened. When you recover from the tingle his touch had left on your cheek and behind your ear, you realise that he has gone to his work.

“Let’s start?” He enquired looking innocent and all you can do is nod. Your heart is still beating fast as you try your best to follow everything Minho is saying. Every time you got your heart to calm down he would turn to look at you from behind his glasses, a serious expression on his face which was way too close to yours for your brain to work.

When you start working on the code he leans between you and your laptop to point at the code on the farthest end of the screen from him. His face is extremely close to yours as you do everything to remain normal- on the outside.

Eventually, the session comes to an end and you slump back in your chair sighing as you catch your breath and look at Minho. He is on his phone smiling every now and then and your hearts drops as anxiety clouds your head. Not that you had any intentions of taking any action about your crush… but still the heart wants what it wants. He turns to you as he puts his phone down and removes his glasses.

“How come you had free time today, before our session? I thought you had a full schedule on Thursdays?” He enquires and pushes his smooth fluffy hair out of his face.

You have two thoughts in your brain at this point- a) why did he have to be that gorgeous, and b) did he remember when you told him about your schedule the first time you both met.

You straighten up as you answer. “Erm… yeah no my lab got cancelled. Prof has been sick for a week now so I was free.”

“Is that why you seem to be having a lot of free time lately?” His question comes out more as a comment as he gives you a smirk.

“Uh what do you mean?”

He runs his hand through his hair again.

“Nothing just been seeing you around during practice a lot recently… that’s why.” He almost looks shy as he says it, but the smirk stays put on his face.

You feels your cheeks and neck heat up and do your best to not look like a deer caught in headlights.

You let out a small fake laugh. “Ah, that… I was just supporting Hyunjin. And Yeji too, she’s my roommate you know?” You ask hoping he’d shift the topic to them instead.

He leans back on the side of his chair eyeing you with the smirk still in its place. “Yeah I know. I’ve known for three years.” Your eyes widen naturally at this new information. “Which is why I was surprised to see you there now after all these years. You don’t usually come to practice sessions.” He says calmly.

There are too many questions in your head but you choose to ignore anything that gives you even a sliver of hope. You straighten more hoping the stature makes you look at least slightly intimidating. Which, judging by the even bigger smirk on Minho’s face didn’t work.

“I- I came because Yeji and Hyunjin were nervous about their solos.”

His expression is straight-up cocky. “Oh is that why you were staring at me the whole time?”

His words might’ve affected you so much that you were embarrassed but you weren’t going to feed into his ego.

“Seems like you need a new prescription for your eyes.” You pick up your things, start to walk away from the table and pause to give him a sarcastic smile.

"Also seems like you were the one who was seeing me instead of focusing on your practice."

You walk away hoping to save some face before you feel his hold on your wrist. His hands are rough and he holds you just tight enough to stop you but not hurt you.

“Y/n I was just teasing… sorry if I crossed a line.” He sounds so soft and timid that you whip your head around to see him standing behind you with big eyes and a small pout. You sigh and smile at him.

“I know… I was too. Don’t worry abt it, Mr Tutor.” You try to lighten the mood by lightly tapping his shoulder and see him shudder slightly.

“I do like seeing you in practices.” He admits in a low voice, a shy smile on his face.

You are just a melted goo of a human on the inside. The smile on your face comes naturally but for once, you don’t feel the need to hide it. Minho made you lose your guard way too much but even then today was way out of either of your usual zones. For the rest of the night, you are a mess of nerves and excitement. Yeji doesn’t question it anymore.

Two days later, you arrive at the auditorium of your uni with the two other friends of your gang- Jeongin and Yuna. As you three settle down in one of the middle rows, for which you almost fought off a junior, you are giddy with excitement to see Minho perform. And Hyunjin and Yeji of course.

You had tried to go to the dress rehearsal the previous day, catching the last few minutes of the performance and it was safe to say that the performance was going to be a hit. This time you didn’t try to sneak around, instead you waited after rehearsal and walked back with Minho, Hyunjin and Yeji. The vibe between Minho and you had shifted since that evening, he had texted you memes twice the next day and the previous evening, you both had walked close enough for your shoulders to brush while laughing about baseless things. If Hyunjin and Yeji noticed, they didn’t say anything and even gave the two of you some space by racing each other. For all the grace they both had on stage, they were complete idiots.

Your heart starts beating faster as the performance begins and you watch in a daze the whole time. All of them killed it from start to end. You were almost emotional watching Yeji and Hyunjin shine bright during their solos. Minho was on fire throughout the whole performance and you thought you dreamt of him looking at you during his solo- which was practically too hot for you to physically handle.

Once the performance is over, Jeongin, Yuna and you walk over to the green room to meet your amazing friends. You run over to congratulate your friends and even manage a small "nice performance" for the other members. The entire green room is filled with members of the dance team and their friends, all shouting and laughing. Amongst the chaos and happiness in your friend group, you can't help but look around for Minho. Catching your eye Hyunjin tugs at your shoulder signalling you to lean in as he says, "Go to the backside of the auditorium."

You look at him confused for a second before he gives a pointed side-eye that says "Don't act like you don't understand". You give a shy smile thanking him and inform Yeji that you'll be back and quietly slip out through the back door of the auditorium as Hyunjin told you to. Once you close the door behind you, a cool gush of wind makes you rub your shoulders for warmth as the green room's ruckus dies into the evening's silence. You look around for him and see a silhouette standing at the right edge leaning on the railing and looking out at the campus gardens.

Taking a deep breath you slowly approach him. As if sensing your presence, he whips his head around.

"Y/N." He says softly and you walk closer to see his left hand stretched out. You freeze in your spot, five steps away from him, gaping at the hand. He sees your confusion, smiles, walks toward you, and grabs your right hand. You stand there watching him and feel your feet move on their own as he helps you stand beside him facing the gardens, hands still interlaced. Your brain seems to short-circuit as you just stand there, still as a statue, hyperaware of his touch and the tingles it left in your body.

After what feels like a minute or an eternity, you are no longer aware of worldly concepts like time, he clears his throat and you see him angle his body toward you from the corner of your eyes. This brings you back to reality and you turn your face toward him and see how gorgeous he looks under the moonlight, hair all messed up, his shirt still clinging from the sweat due to the performance and lips spread into a soft smile.

"Hi." He says with an expectant smile on his face.

"Hey," you hear your own voice sound distant and breathless. It would be embarrassing how weak you were from this boy if you didn't know that he deserved all the love and attention in the world.

"So... you really didn't want to see me perform I guess." His tone is playful and there's a smirk on his face.

"Wha- What no... I did want to see you perform."

"Then you just didn't like it I guess. Tsk tsk." He mockingly shakes his side to side as the girn grows wider on his face. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you thank god that the only light around the place is hitting on his face and not yours.

"I never said that." You say in a low shy voice (again, borderline embarrassing).

"You didn't say anything good about the performance either. At least to me." He pauses and looks at you before turning to the garden again, "I heard you throwing compliments around like confetti inside,, to your friends."

You immediately feel your stomach drop in guilt and very little excitement (The Minho wanted your validation!!).

"Oh. Oh no, I- I didn't mean to... It's just," you take a small breath as he turns to face you again with an eager expression, "I can't really think right now with you holding my hand and looking all gorgeous and hot, and I keep thinking back to your moves on stage which were straight up sinful Minho." The words come out before you can process it and your eyes widen as you realise what you said and see that Minho's smirk has grown exponentially smug before he breaks into soft laughter.

You silently groan putting your head down on the railing. Minho stops laughing and tugs at your hand which makes you slightly face him. "Hey, don't be embarrassed." He says with that soft, kind voice of his.

"Easy for you to say." You mumble as you look at your hands, one still intertwined in his. He uses his other hand to lift your chin up to face him, you swear you can hear your heartbeat as loudly as a gunshot fired into the dead of the night. His eyes are soft, a twinkle in them, and he has the prettiest smile on his face as he takes in your face.

"I still want a proper compliment Gorgeous." He says and you choke on empty air at the term of endearment (the irony rather). He lets out a chuckle at that and raises his eyebrows for you to go on as he holds your other hand in his. "Can you even breathe right now?" He jokes and you snap out of the daze.

"Jerk," you say pulling your hands from his, turning away with a huff.

"Y/N... come oonnn..." He whines and you involuntarily laugh and turn to see him pouting (lost track of all the embarrassing things you do for him at this point). "Pleaasseeeee", he says with the cutest pout and puppy-dog eyes.

You sigh. "Well, you did amazing." The pout is intact on his face, indicating he wants to hear more. "I- I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole time. I saw Hyunjin and Yeji only during their solos." You admit sheepishly. You are still not sure where all this sudden courage is coming from. You are not the most vulnerable or soft person, in fact, your friends constantly teased you for being nonchalant and tactful during most situations. Lee Minho was going to be the death of you.

He straightens at the admission from you, eyes widening and jaw opening in surprise. A smirk plays up on your face at the opportunity to see him lose his cool.

"Have you forgotten your manners or are you too flustered to say thanks?" You tease not letting the opportunity go to waste. His demeanour changes and the shyness on his face is replaced by something darker, like trouble. He slowly walks towards you, like a cat prancing towards its meal, and you take a step back till you are flush against the railing as he keeps walking closer. You think your heart will fail if he keeps doing it. He stops an inch from your face, placing both his palms on either side of you on the railing.

"Let's see who is too flustered now..." His voice is deep and gravelly. You gulp and stare at his face, not having the courage to do anything else. He starts leaning towards your face, his eyes momentarily drift to your lips and god help your poor soul.

"Min-Minho.. wha-what are y-you doing?"

Your voice breaks and his lip tilts slightly before he speaks, "Can I kiss you?" His voice has gone an octave deeper and your heart skips several beats. All you can manage is a small nod in approval and he shakes his head. "Say it, Gorgeous."

Jesus this man is out to kill you.

"Ye-yes." The word leaves your mouth more like a question but the smirk on his face tells you he is satisfied. He leans in more, your lips almost connecting and you close your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. One beat, two beats, three beats and the effect never comes. You open your eyes in confusion to see Minho has moved a little back, with the proudest smile on his face.

Before you can begin to voice out your confusion he speaks. "I will kiss you...", you're still confused, "Only if you pass your finals."

"Huh?" That's all you can think and say.

"I said what I said."

"What does that even mean? Why did you ask to kiss me and then not do it... are you crazy! I swear to god if this is some sick joke to you, I will murder you Lee Minho." You are fuming, your face is burning up and you're embarrassed.

"I- no no you've got it wrong. I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I was teasing. Its... I have wanted to do this for a while now... but I thought maybe you don't really like me or... God!" He groans and runs a hand through his hair.

"What do you mean?"

He turns around to look at you, eyes wide and his hand fidgets in nervousness.

"Y/n I- I like you... I have for a while. I saw you during a freshman-year party as you came to help a very drunk Hyunjin. I thought you were his girlfriend for an entire year because you both were very close so I kept my distance. Last year I got to know that you both were just friends and really wanted to get to know you."

He stops and sighs, he positively looks scared and tired. You feel bad but your own confusion and insecurity clouds your mind.

"Then why didn't you?"

He looks straight into your eye and lets out a scoff.

"Did you even know me until two months back?"

All you can do is stare back because you are guilty. Even you had been asking yourself how you had never noticed Minho in all the times you've hung out with the dance team after performances. You had even known Chan, the team leader back when you were freshmen. But somehow missed the one person you seem to care about right now.

"That's what I thought." He looks dejected. You really want to hug him, which is surprising considering you don't even like hugs usually.

So you walk up to him, closing the gap between the two of you in three steps and wrap your arms around his waist and feel him freeze. Your head reaches near his shoulder, and you lean into it because there is some unbridled courage in you that you are not about to waste. After a beat or two you feel his arms wrap around your waist and you wait for the butterflies and nerves but instead, you feel your heartbeat slow down. It feels... comfortable.

"I'm sorry. I am not exactly the most observant person. Especially around the dance team because I am way too in awe and kinda scared. I don't think I would've been friends with Yeji and Hyunjin if I had not met them outside of the team. But after the last two months, I don't even understand how I missed you. Especially with how you dance and not to forget that smart brain of yours. But yeah... I'm sorry" The words fall out of your mouth on their own but it feels right.

"Not your fault. I did keep myself very much out of the limelight because I was... I don't know, maybe scared of rejection. But yeah, wish I'd spoken to you earlier." You can feel his words. You also feel his heartbeat slow down.

"I don't regret anything that happened though." His voice sounds a lot lighter this time.

"Neither do I."

You slightly pull back to see his face and try to get out of the embrace but he holds onto you tight. An involuntary smile creeps up your face.

"So... what happens now?"

He thinks for a second and a glint forms in his eyes.

"What do you want to happen?"

You like this.

"Three things. I want you to continue tutoring me. I also want to be your girlfriend and... I need you to kiss me now." You see him start to speak and continue before he can. "If you say you won't do that until I pass, I swear to god Lee Minho, I will never let you talk to me or touch me ever again." His whole face goes into a pout and it makes you regret your own condition because it seems impossible to stay away from this guy- in any capacity.

"Then I guess I'll just have to kiss you until you pass and then reward you with more kisses after that."

He is grinning ear to ear, looking all cute and radiant. You're sure your also grinning equally widely. You nod your head fiercly and he chuckles with his head thrown back (Gorgeous, as always). He slowly leans in and your eyes close shut.

This time you feel his lips on you, soft and firm. You had thought about this moment far too much but nothing came close to the real thing. The kiss felt perfect, delicate but assured and blissful. It felt like all of the universe had frozen in place and only the two of you existed in this endless bliss.

That is until you heard hoots from somewhere and reluctantly break the kiss to see all of the dance team and your friends cheering on for both of you.

"Neither of us was subtle huh?" You joke.

"Oh please, I was so subtle I practically melted into the background for a year." You playfully hit his chest as he laughs and waves off the hooligans cheering on.

"Ugh, it's gonna be so much harder to keep my hands off you during tutoring sessions now." He groans and you can't help but blush and let out a content laugh.

Maybe the computer science elective was a good decision after all.

[starsurface]

Can I get CG Shang Tsung, Kitana, and Bi Han from Mk 1 with a baby regressor that's clingy. I couldn't decide what character I wanted😭

Yes!! I'll do individual post because this ones so that they're longer. <3

Also a small warning, I wrote him slightly possessive? Not like, fully possessive, but still.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Shang Tsung w/ Baby Regressor Hcs

🐍 You are his baby and you get whatever you want <3

🐍 He’s very glad that you're clingy to him, because he’s clingy to you

🐍 No one is allowed to watch you, why need a babysitter when you have him?

🐍 Now, don’t get him wrong, he’ll let you have playdates with others, but he knows who he works with

🐍 The most he’ll trust is Quan Chi (and will evil eye glare at him while he works in the other room)

🐍 Surprisingly, trusts Havik to babysit you the most (with supervision of course)

🐍 Mostly because Havik does really well with baby regressors

🐍 You. Will. Be. So. Spoiled!!!!

🐍 Man over here might have led himself to downfall, but he knows what it’s like to have a pretty bad life

🐍 So he makes sure to spoil you to the max!!

🐍 Sippy cup you like? He’ll buy two, just in case

🐍 You like bottles instead? Oh your so cute and tiny, we’ll take four, you never know what might happen after all

🐍 Yours (his) bed is covered in stuffies and he keeps buying you more :3

🐍 Enough is never enough for his darling

🐍 You aren’t allowed to go into his study room while small, he’ll make sure you stay away

🐍 After all, you’re too small to be bothered with what new projects he has going on, love <3

🐍 However, he’ll do magic for you!!

🐍 Shang Tsung is prideful, if you like his magic, he’ll of course use it

🐍 Anything to make his baby happy after all

🐍 Shapeshift into whatever you want, even funny animals to make you laugh

🐍 Make sparkles in the air with his firepowers (don’t get too close, ‘Hun)

🐍 ^ Would feel so shameful and guilty if you ever got hurt by his powers, even if it’s the tiniest burn or nick

🐍 Completely acts like your dying and kisses your boo-boo and gets the best band-aids he can find

🐍 Will probably get you ice cream and so many cuddles later, he never meant to hurt you

🐍 Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Bubba, or just Tsung

🐍 But if you just babble and do grabby hands towards him, he’ll melt and pick you up

🐍 Shang Tsung isn’t super strong, but he’ll try his best to carry you on his hip (or find some sort of magic that’ll boat his strength for a small time)

🐍 Favorite little nicknames for you are Darling, ‘Hun, Sweetheart, Sweet Thing, Little Snake, Hatchling, Baby Girl/Boy, Dada’s Favorite

🐍 Ugh, if you let him spoon-feed you, he’ll melt on spot 🥺 (he just wants to baby and love you)

🐍 Cheek pinches and you can’t tell him otherwise >:3 (well, you can, it’s your choice after all)

🐍 He’ll squish and pinch your cheeks, you’re just so adorable!!

🐍 You can’t do anything wrong in his eyes (except going into his study room while tiny)

🐍 (^ Going into that room is a massive no no, you will get in trouble)

🐍 But otherwise? You didn’t mean to knock over that vase, it was an accident, love

🐍 And like, most times it was an accident, you’re too tiny to really get into any trouble

🐍 Want extra candy after or before dinner? Of course you can!! What would you like?

🐍 Can rarely ever say no to you, use it to your advantage or not, he won’t mind either way

🐍 Never feel guilty for him spoiling you, he does it because he wants to, there’s nothing else behind it (surprisingly)

🐍 He does not enjoy getting upset at you, and actually handles things like hissy fits and tantrums really well

🐍 He’ll let you scream and fuss, and will gently hold you and give you gentle, sweet words

🐍 Although if you hit or do something ‘naughty’, he'll inform you that that’s not what we do when we’re upset

🐍 Finds tummy time funny because you kinda just lay on the floor (a playmat he got you) and play with toys

🐍 Like, he'll lay beside you and coe at you, but he just finds you so adorable and entertaining

🐍 Prefers for you not to chew on his hands (he just got his pretty nails done) but will get you the cutest paci or chewie

🐍 Would adore to bottle-feed you!!!

🐍 You are his precious darling, of course he wants to cradle you while you doze off into a peaceful slumber

🐍 He'll let you play with his hair, but absolutely no hair pulling

🐍 He'd love to style your hair though!!

🐍 Sitting on his lap, letting him brush and style it however you want

🐍 Or just brushing it while you eat your own fingers (or munchies, depends on the day)

🐍 If you get fussy at naptime, he'll sweetly convince you that it's good for you and you get to be all cozy and warm

🐍 Man is really good with his words, a trick he's learnt over the years

🐍 Will cuddle you as you sleep and Will. Not. Move.

🐍 What if he disturbs you? He couldn't do that, he'll just lay there and read a book, kissing your head every so often

🐍 I'm gonna be honest . . . he probably picks your toys up for you, you don't really have a lift a finger around him

🐍 Especially while being so small and tiny!!! There's no reason for you to do anything around him, your too little after all

🐍 Will wrap you up with your favorite blankie and call you a Cuddle Cocoon

🐍 And if you wiggle while you’re all snuggled up, a Wiggle Worm

🐍 Is very content with just cuddling all day, or just sitting on his lap while you watch TV

🐍 Whatever his baby wants, is what he wants :3 (unless it gets in the way of his work, although it usually comes second place compared to you, he’ll place it all on Quan Chi >:3)

🐍 If you use diapers he's very supportive and will make sure you feel comfy

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I hope you like them, they might not be the best, I'm a bit sick and woozy rn. :(

But I hope you enjoyed them!! :D (I can also redo them if you'd like) (And Kitana and Bi-Han coming soon)

[dy6nsty]

Sliding in with a request for you! I love the sleep token requests. I’m going through a breakup rn and wanted to see if you could do a sleep token HC on them helping reader through one🥺

I’m sorry to hear that, I hope you feel better soon <3

Sleep Token x GN! Reader /// Platonic, some serious & unserious scenarios.

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VESSEL:

To me I feel like he’d try to cheer you up with gifts, mainly trinkets too food and jewelry.

Anti-bed rotting. Dudes suddenly protesting against you sitting / laying in your bed for hours. Walk’s or anything to get you out of the house will do.

Comforting you though, he’s assuring you that the breakup wasn’t your fault and you’ll find someone better.

Let’s you know that you can talk to him if you need to. He’s always open to listen if you need someone to talk to.

Candles, but they’re fancy with rose quartz and meant for forgiving yourself. (These candles are also very nice and smell amazing, love it.)

When you talk to him he’ll make some poetic remarks or comparisons, like he always does but they’re very sweet :)

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II:

“They were ugly. Too ugly, Y/N.” Acting like a bit of a hater, but it’s funny in some sort of way. Talking the most about the person who broke up with you, praying on their downfall.

Late night walks, catching fireflies or doing something like exploring areas that are filled to brim of nature (like you’d see in movies), because he likes the idea of an uplifting setting.

Offers you two hit his drums if you have any pent up feelings of anger or sadness.

Type of guy to bring you a plant with a special meaning because he can be cheesy like that. What did he pick? Lotus Flowers.

Encourages you to attend fun events he planned out for the two of you, some being more social settings or some being the two of you.

II would most likely affirm you on how you did all you could, it wasn’t your fault, there will always be someone for you, you’re not alone, and more things to soothe your nerves.

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III:

Surprising you with your comfort foods and probably favorite drink, offering to watch rom coms with you.

He keeps an eye on you for the first few weeks but will only start to relax, unless he notices you’re still stress he’s doing all that helps. Until you’re better you’re deemed as healing to him.

He’s getting you a couple of new blankets or pillows, just for your comfort.

Opening your blinds and putting small things of lavender around your bedroom to help you relax and feel more refreshed.

Definitely not one to talk bad about your ex like II unless they were rather toxic or unhealthy. Regardless he’s supporting you the entire way.

He’s just a tad awkward when it comes to comforting but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’ll try to hug you, fulfill tasks for you, and more to lift the weight off your shoulders.

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IV:

Also one to bring food and watch movies with you. Maybe even do skincare or something else to make you happy.

Let’s you rant to him, what happened, what went wrong, and he’s on your side the entire time while you talk to him.

Suggest you lay down. But if you don’t want to he’ll be up and ready if you need someone to talk to if ur feeling under the weather.

Always recommending things to do with him: Going to parks, getting out, walking, seeing the sunset, really anything that’ll make you feel better.

Gives you brand new plushies. Crochet, stuffed, or even ones he tried to make himself that look awful.

Listening to sad music with you, or some random hyper music if that’s what you like. He’ll be with you through it all.

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[shady-scripter]

✨Rawr✨

@trippygalaxy

“That way, there’s no way for them to strike back,” [Name] added in a matter-of-fact tone. “That is the exact words of my dad.”

Twilight hummed, his boot stepping on a significantly bigger branch than before, creating a nice crack as the two strolled.

Usually, he decided for wolf form when he patrolled the perimeter, but you had insisted on coming. It wasn’t like you didn’t know, everyone knew, but he wanted to be able to talk to you. Wolves happen to not be able to speak words.

Twilight nodded as you kept talking about your lynel-esk father. Though, you called them ‘centaurs’ in your world.

“So…centaurs? Are they all like him?” He asked the question at the tip of his tongue since you mentioned your father.

You scoffed. “Not nearly. The rest of them are…wild. He rarely talks to them from what I know.” Then you started giggling. It was a giggle akin to Wild’s when he decided he wanted to put a lizard or fly in dinner. Or akin to Hyrule when he sees something shiny in the distance that’ll lead to hours long search just for him to be sleeping in a flower. Or Wind when someone says something wrong and he is now plotting their downfall.

“Do you want to know how centaurs were made?” You could barely contain your cackles. Twilight lightly chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck.

“I have no idea,” he said, his voice slightly wavering. Then he sighed and shrugged. “How were centaurs made?” He couldn’t say that he hadn’t imagined it.

A woman who didn’t not have a good time at a ranch? A man who had too much fun at a ranch?

He kind of didn’t want to know…but he kind of did.

“How were centaurs made?” He asked again, his ears stood at attention against his will.

“Well,” you tapped on your chin, your teeth showing. He’d noticed the sharpness of your canines not too long ago. He had spent that night playing with his own, happy that the others wouldn’t only be bugging him about it. “it all started because this one guy, Ixion, fell in love with the Queen of the Gods…”

And he listened. He listened so intently that he barely felt the arrow embed itself into his collarbone.

It was like muscle memory to take out his sword. The next arrow got embedded into his shield, the Ordonian Goat head blocking the sharp end of the stick.

Then there was you, standing at the Hero of Twilight’s back as monsters seemed to spawn from the trees.

You hacked and slashed, doing everything you could to prevent Twilight from moving his body that was obviously killing him. None of it was working. At this rate, even with the arrow taken out of the wound, he would be on standby without Hyrule’s magic to help him. After the battle that happened earlier, the Traveler was hard at work, nursing those who needed dire help. Legend, Wind, Four. It had taken him out, easily magic exhaustion.

Twilight grunted with every swing, like a broken record. Your heart sunk with every hitch of breath.

When you were finally stabbed by an enemy, you decided that swords weren’t enough. You dropped your sword and ran right to the sea of purple and black, the portal that accumulated the enemies.

For the years you’ve been doing this, you’d think it’d feel like nothing. That wasn’t true though. You’d feel everything.

You felt the change of your spine, making you fall to your hands, but you still pushed forward. You felt the way your skin hairs grew longer and longer. You felt the way your face elongated. You felt everything.

You took the throat of one of Wild’s bokoblins into your mouth and tore it out of the neck. You spit it out, reveling in how disgusting it tasted. You moved on to the next one, then the next one, your fur, no doubt, covered in the black blood you shed.

Sooner or later, they were gone. Then you shifted back, your back straightening last. You promptly threw up, the black blood that coated your mouth coming out.

Hands came into your face and pulled your hair back. Twilight waited silently as you spilled your guts. When your hurling turned into coughs, he patted your back a few times. “Yep, I know.”

That was the start of something he never thought would happen.

[skyward-floored]

imagining Wind and Four seeing Legend getting shocked now..... (Downfall IAU)

- hero-of-the-wolf

yeahhhh I couldn't resist a fic for this one. (electrocution/shock warning)

...

Wind didn’t want to walk through the streets around here more than he had to, but he and Four needed to figure out where the rest of their family was, and that required not hiding all day. Even if Malon had made them both promise to come back at the slightest hint of trouble, and be as careful as they could be.

...it made Wind miss their version of her.

“Hey, look it’s Legend,” Four said, tugging on Wind’s sleeve and breaking him from his thoughts.

Wind looked at where he was pointing, and sure enough, Legend was walking into an alleyway, fully suited-up, with a man in a dark suit following him. The other people on the street acted like the two didn’t exist, almost pointedly looking away as they disappeared into the alley, and Wind frowned.

“Who’s that other guy?” Four asked, and Wind shrugged.

“His agent I think? He mentioned him that one time. And... he told us not to approach him when he was on patrol, remember?” Wind reminded quietly. “He said it was almost really bad last time, I don’t want him to get into trouble because of us.”

“I know, I don’t either, but... I also want to see more of what’s going on,” Four said firmly. “The only way we’re going to learn more and find Hyrule and Wild and everyone is listening to things and finding stuff out. That means taking risks, even if Legend told us not to.”

“Never thought you’d be the rebellious one, Four,” Wind teased, and Four shot him a small smile before they both slipped behind a dumpster right in the entrance of the alley.

The two of them crept further along, scooting along behind a different, smelly dumpster, and Wind motioned for Four to stop when he heard a voice coming from the very end of the alleyway. He peeked out, and saw the guy in the suit glaring at Legend.

“...seem to run into him quite often, surely you know something,” he said in a slimy kind of voice, looming over Legend.

Legend shrugged, not looking the least bit intimidated. “Can’t say that I do. What was his name again?”

The man in the suit glared. “Sahasrahla.”

Four and Wind exchanged confused looks. In their world, Sahasrahla was just one of Legend’s teachers.

Legend seemed unmoved at the name though. “What, that old guy who works at the cafeteria? Because good, his fish sticks are a crime.”

“No, the one who was supposed to be brought in yesterday,” the suited man hissed. “He’s been put on our wanted list due to suspected treasonous activity, and you’ve been seen multiple times in contact with him.”

“Ohh that guy. He occasionally had good information, that was all. Not traitor material in my opinion,” Legend shrugged, still looking completely at ease. “And besides, I had patrol yesterday when you said you went after him.”

“Yet the team we sent to arrest the old man reported that they had him cornered, and somehow he seemed to disappear from their view,” the suited man said darkly.

Legend raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re insinuating I helped him, I’m afraid that’s impossible. My powers only work on me. And you know that, Arrgus.”

“That's Agent to you, and I know that you helped him!” Arrgus snapped, and though Legend stiffened ever so slightly, he remained unmoved. “I don’t care that you were on patrol! This has your handiwork written all over it!”

“I think you just want to do something that’ll get you back up to your old job, actually,” Legend said, looking up at Arrgus. Wind saw something dangerous in his eyes, and Four tightened his grip on Wind’s arm. “And it’s no secret you hate me. Pinning something like this on me would get me in trouble and get you your job back all in one fell swoop.”

Arrgus’s face twisted up in a furious expression, and he pressed something at his wrist that Wind couldn’t see.

The band on Legend’s wrist lit up, and the cool look on his face turned to one of resignation.

Electricity shot up Legend’s arm and spread to the rest of him, pulling a bitten-back cry from his lips. He shook in place for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but it felt like ages to Wind, nausea bubbling in his throat as he watched Legend’s back arch.

Arrgus finally lifted his finger though, and Legend slumped back against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Are you going to talk now?” Arrgus said, and Legend glared at him, still defiant as ever.

“There’s nothing to say.”

More electricity.

This time Legend flickered in and out of view as he was shocked, and he couldn’t stop the cry this time. Four moved to leap out from behind the dumpster, but Wind stopped him, shaking his head.

“Legend wouldn’t want us to be hurt because of him,” he whispered, and Four glared at him with tears in his eyes.

He didn’t resist further though, and Wind tugged him closer as the electricity finally stopped, Legend unable to stay standing this time. Arrgus stood over him as he collapsed, watching with steel in his gaze as Legend caught his breath, still trembling from the shock.

“I may not have proof now, but someday I will,” Arrgus hissed. “And then you will be begging for mercy.”

“Doubt it,” Legend whispered.

Arrgus‘s nostrils flared, but he strode away, pausing in front of the dumpster where Wind and Four were still hidden.

“You’re due back at headquarters in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”

Then he was gone.

Wind and Four only waited mere seconds to be sure he was truly gone before scrambling out of their hiding place and over to Legend. He was still catching his breath, and his expression morphed to one of equal disbelief and annoyance when he saw Wind and Four.

“Told you guys not to hang around me,” Legend grunted, shakily sitting up. Wind helped him, and Legend glared at him. “Would’ve b-been a disaster if he’d caught you.”

“Well he didn’t,” Wind said plainly, trying not to shake himself as he took Legend’s hand. “Are you okay? How can we help?”

“Just... g-gimme a sec.”

Legend closed his eyes and breathed out, not speaking further for several long moments.

“Get me up,” he finally said, his voice sounding a little stronger. “I’ll be fine in a second. I’m used to these.”

“Used to these?!” Four gaped, and Legend grunted as Wind helped him stand, his legs still shaky.

“Yeah. Get shocked pretty often. Just not usually twice in a row like that,” Legend muttered, slowly rolling his shoulders. “He’s pretty mad. Old Sahasrahla must’ve known more than I thought.”

“So you did help him escape?” Wind asked, watching Legend worriedly. His brother’s breath had mostly evened out, but his legs were still shaking, and he was putting a lot of weight on Wind.

“No, I wasn’t lying, it wasn’t me. I just tipped the right people off, and they handled things.”

“Legend, should we take you home?” Four asked, hovering at his side.

Legend gave him a look. “Don’t call me that out here. And you can’t. Have to report back to good ol’ HQ,” Legend sighed, and lifted his arm off of Wind, swaying for a second, but remaining steady. “Tomorrow’s my break day. I’ll come home after I finish up there. Won’t be more than a few hours.”

“Can you handle that though?” Wind asked quietly. Legend may have been standing, but he was rather pale, and still a little flickery.

Legend gave him a grim smile. “I have to. And I’ve walked off worse. Relax, lobster.”

Wind huffed at him. “I’m not even wearing that shirt.”

“Yeah, but you were when we met, so you’re stuck with it.”

Legend took a slow step forward, and when he didn’t topple, took a few more down the length of the alley, letting out a sigh as he looked back at Wind and Four.

“You two should go back, you’ve been out too long.”

“Maybe so, but you’re still shaking, don’t try to deny it,” Wind said pointedly. “Can we help you back to headquarters at least?”

“No, can’t risk you being seen with me,” Legend murmured. “Too conspicuous. I’ll make it. You two go home. And...”

He hesitated, and met their eyes.

“...don’t tell my Mom about this. She worries enough about me.”

“Only if you promise to take it easy as soon as you can,” Four said quietly. “You were electrocuted, Legend. You can’t just walk that off like that.”

“I told you I’m used to it,” Legend muttered, but when Four kept looking at him, he sighed and nodded. “Alright. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Legend nodded, then glanced at the band on his wrist, wincing. “I seriously have to go now, I'll be cutting it close. And don’t follow me right away when I leave, I don’t want anyone connecting you with me. I'll see you later."

Wind and Four agreed with small nods, and Legend sighed again, then left without another word.

Wind looked over at Four, his little brother looking down at his feet, and gave him a gentle nudge.

“I know,” he said softly, and Four swallowed, his hand curling into a fist.

"Let's just go," he whispered, and Wind took his hand as they left.

[mahaguro]

Sukuna’s defeat is on its way.

With how the story is going at this moment in time, I’m convinced it’s happening within the next few chapters. 1 or 3 more, give or take.

He’s opened black box and a new domain expansion, which I can only believe are the final cards in his deck. Both attacks are lethal and seal the fate of imminent death, so unless a miracle happens (which I expect), I don’t know how any of the characters plan to survive.

Because at this point, what more could Sukuna have in store besides initiating the merger?

I do think something or someone may intervene. I have an inkling that Megumi could reprise himself as a result of Yuji’s soul-damaging barrage. Yuji may have yet another ability up his sleeve and that’ll do it. Or it’ll be a combination of both.

I’m very certain 259 will begin the downfall to the King of Curses.

[99hook]

crossed hearts | two

synopsis: two strangers make a drunken promise in the heat of the moment

warnings: angst but not too much in thissss part, smut, light choking and a pregnancy scare

a/n: you can read part one here if you haven’t already! prepare yourselves cause this is the start of an emotional rollercoaster. sorry about that 🥹 enjoy babes!

18+

You were beyond out of touch with reality and all of the consequences that would inevitably become the aftermath of those unintentional, yet unforgettable two days.

As much as you would’ve preferred to allow your delusions to provide you the assurance, remaining oblivious to the facts was becoming increasingly more difficult to do when the hands of time were steadily ticking by, and the departure was quickly approaching.

It was almost three in the morning, and checkout was at eleven. Tyler ended up sending you a text around midnight asking for the second time if you wanted to sleep in his room, and that led to you and him curled up underneath the sheets, wearing nothing but sheer sweat and his ring hanging from the chain around your neck for the seventh time in those two short days.

Ever since the first night in the jacuzzi, it’s been rather impossible for you to keep your hands off each other. Maybe it was the fact that you knew that your time together was limited and you just wanted to savor every last moment you get to spend together, or maybe it was because you were simply so uncontrollably attracted to one another that you just couldn’t help it.

Whatever it was, it was sure to serve for the reason why you couldn’t help but to let all of the negative thoughts that you tried so hard to fight against, seep into the deepest parts of your brain and take full control.

You were laying next to him as his fingertips lazily traced random patterns on your thigh that was laying across his waist. With your head on his chest, you ran your finger absentmindedly over his tattoos, one by one, but you paid no attention to the designs at all.

You had a million and one thoughts rushing through your mind and absolute terror when you considered voicing them. You didn’t know why you felt like you couldn’t tell him what you were worried about, when you’ve already confessed so many things to this man that nobody else in the world knows.

You knew he meant it when he told you that you could trust him with anything you ever tell him, but for some reason, expressing how you feel is suddenly ten times harder than revealing a series of traumatic shit that happened during your childhood.

Tyler, however, picked up on your shift in demeanor the second the post-orgasm daze wore off. He could see that something was weighing heavily on your mind, and he wasn’t a stupid man. He knew exactly what it was.

Truth be told, he had a fear too. He could promise that he’ll make the time but he knows in his heart that he never has it. He can promise that he’ll call you every day but he knows he couldn’t guarantee it. He can promise that he’ll come back and visit you every time he gets the chance to but he knows he wouldn’t be able to uphold that commitment.

So to him, giving you something he cherishes, such as the ring you haven’t taken off since, is his way of solidifying his true intentions. It means that you’re going to hold onto something near and dear to him, and he’s going to have a reason to keep coming back to you. He just can’t promise that’ll it’ll be often enough.

He’s not completely sure how well that’s all going to play out, but he prefers not to think too much about to potential downfall that may or may not come from this.

But he can see clear as day that that’s all you’re doing now. The way you’re being so quiet when usually your post-orgasm antics include being giddy and talking his head off until you fall asleep. Part of him worries that you’ll leave here with regret, and for some reason, that feels way worse than the thought of never seeing you again.

He’s come close to asking you what’s on your mind about five times since he picked up on your energy, but for some reason, he stops himself every time. Maybe it’s because he’s not sure what you’re going to actually say, and if it’s anything close to the negative thoughts that keep nagging at him, he’s not sure how he’ll take it.

The last thing he wants is the number one thing he finds himself worrying about the most. And that’s you suddenly regretting him, and having a complete change of heart. He’s not sure why that thought keeps sinking in, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s exactly what’s going to happen in just a few short hours.

Even though that promise to keep coming back felt somewhat like a sense of security, you couldn’t fully allow yourself to believe it like you did when you had way too much liquor in your system and was blissfully fucked out, so much so that the man probably could’ve told you that he was a doctor on the side and you would’ve believed him in a heartbeat.

But now that you really think about it, it seems so silly to actually believe that two little days spent with a stranger is enough to keep them coming back to you. Regardless how many deep talks you had, or all the secrets confided in each other that nobody else knows, it didn’t mean that this was a sure thing.

And just as soon as you feel your stomach twisting into knots when you check the time, realizing it’s way later than you thought. Tyler finally decides to ask you the question that’s been lingering on the tip of his tongue for the better half of forty-five minutes.

“What’s wrong?” He gently taps your thigh, earning your eyes to raise up to his. His lips were clamped tightly, and that previously relaxed face he had from the things that just took place in his bed was now washed over with a tense expression. He couldn’t help it, or hide it if he wanted to.

His eyes roamed down to your lips for a split second when you opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t figure out how to say what you were feeling if your life depended on it. A stressed sigh, followed by you dropping your head back down to his chest, where you wished you could remain for the next five days, caused him to tap your thigh three times again to earn your attention.

You felt him shifting around underneath you, pulling himself up to lean against the headboard of the bed. You sat yourself up and faced him.

“Let’s talk about it.” He says after a couple seconds of rather tense silence. You didn’t know why it felt like the atmosphere suddenly shifted, and he felt it too. Almost like when you’re expecting something really bad to happen, but you’re not quite sure what it is. Needless to say, it had him feeling rather on edge.

You eyed him for a moment before you dropped your head, and he noticed the way you were picking away at the polish on your nails. Something he assumed was a nervous antic you might’ve had.

“Alright, let me ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me.” He says when he realized you clearly weren’t going to voice your thoughts first.

You picked your head back up and nodded, staring deep into his eyes, even though the intensity of them made you want to shy from that strong gaze.

He licked his lips before he spoke, tilting his head to the side a little, which was something you’d noticed he tends to do a lot. It reminded you of how you told him the night before that he’s going to have severe neck pain when he’s old if he doesn’t stop letting his head hang sideways like that, but that wasn’t what you needed to be thinking about.

“Are you regretting any of this now?” He asks, holding those dark eyes on you.

You shake your head, somewhat confused at the fact that it was a question he felt the need to ask, because you thought you made it pretty obvious that you only wanted to make the time that you got together last way, way longer.

“You sure?” He raises his brows, bringing his lips in beneath his teeth, exposing that dimple that had the power to make you feel weak in the knees each time you get a glimpse of it.

“Yeah, I don’t regret anything. I don’t really know why you’d ask me that.” You tell him as you clutch the blanket tight against your chest to keep your bare body covered. “I mean, isn’t it obvious? I’ve spent just about every minute with you.”

“Just a question.” He shrugs coolly, looking down at the blanket laying over his lower half. “Just wanted to make sure. That’s all.”

You nodded back before your eyes fell to the cross pendant sitting sideways over his chest. A couple questions of your own were fighting to break free, and you couldn’t keep them contained any longer.

“What do you thinks gonna happen when we leave here?” You blurted out, unable to look back into his eyes when they landed on you again. He already knew that was the major thought lingering around in your mind, but as much as he’s thought about it himself, he had no real answer.

He quietly inhaled a deep breath as he thought of something to say, but he was never good at saying all the right things. Somehow every time he’s ever tried, someone gets angry or hurt and it always ends up backfiring on him. That’s why he’d rather let his actions speak for themselves.

“I told you I can’t promise you much.” He mutters, holding his eyes on you even though you weren’t looking back at him. “But you got my ring for a reason.”

He glances down at that ring and back up at your face, seeing that there’s still a million thoughts crashing through your mind, and he already knows there’s nothing he can really say to stop them.

“It’s just-“ You stop yourself, feeling a little apprehensive to tell him some of the things that keep eating away at you.

“It’s just what?” He calmly asks, and when you look back at him, you can see the way his eyes had softened, and a bit of fear seemed to have casted over them.

“When you really think about it, does it seem likely at all that we’ll ever even see each other again after this?” You asked him, feeling your stomach twist into the tightest knots the second those words slipped past your lips.

“I mean, we’ve obviously had an amazing time together over the last few days, and I personally feel like we have an amazing connection, honestly. I’ve never had a connection like this with anyone before. But, we’re still just two strangers who hooked up a couple times. We don’t-“

“Hold up.” He cuts you off, peering back at you. “My lips have been on every single part of your body. We’re not strangers.”

You felt your cheeks intensely burning the second his eyes roamed down to the blanket shielding you from him, and you clutched it tighter to your chest before you tried to fight your sudden fluster.

“And not only that, but are you forgetting all the things we’ve told each other? Cause I don’t take that shit lightly at all. I don’t tell just anybody about my personal life, especially not just a stranger. When I told you I’ve never done anything like this with anyone else, I meant that. I get what you’re saying, sort of, but for you to refer to us as still being just a couple strangers after everything? I don’t appreciate that.”

“Regardless whether or not you know my whole life story and I know yours doesn’t mean-“

“If you’re just trying to end something before it gets the chance to get started, y/n, then just say that. Don’t give me all this shit about how we don’t know each other at all. Yeah, it’s been two days. No, that’s not a long time at all. But in these little two days, look what all’s happened.”

You could see the aggravation washing over him, and that was the last thing you intended on. You realized it then that you should’ve just kept your mouth shut, but obviously it was too late for that now.

“I’m not trying to end anything, Tyler.” You make sure you look him dead in his eyes when you say that, hoping it’ll drive the point home. “But I don’t have anything to expect from this, except what? That every so often you’ll come back and see me? Until then, what’s supposed to happen? I mean, all I’m saying is I don’t understand what this even is. Like you said, you can’t promise me anything, and I get that. But you gave me this damn ring anyway? So am I supposed to just wait around for you to show up when you feel like it?”

He kept his eyes on you, hanging onto every word that came out of your mouth. When you put it like that, it seemed a little unfair. He never intended for you to just be hanging around, waiting on him. He just wanted a reason to keep coming back to you, and he thought he made that pretty clear that first night.

“What about you?” You added on. “What if you get back to New York and realize you don’t want to have any ties to this situation we’ve created? What if you’re out on the road and you meet someone new and you just-“

“Why are you so focused on the what ifs?” He cuts you off once again. “Why can’t you just focus on what’s happening right now?”

“Because I don’t even know what’s happening right now, Tyler!” You didn’t mean to shout, but the frustration of feeling severely misunderstood was getting the best of you, and the way you raised your voice at him for the first time took him back a little bit.

He didn’t speak for another couple of seconds, simply because he didn’t want to match up with the way you were escalating. The last thing he wanted was to fight for the last couple of hours the two of you have left.

“Y/n,” He sighs, running his hand through his disheveled hair. “Look, I get where you’re coming from. Alright? Yeah, it’s kind of a fucked up situation because I don’t have normal life. I can’t promise you that i’ll be around a lot. Can’t promise you that I won’t be busy more often than not. Can’t promise you that i’ll be that guy you can get ahold of anytime you just want to talk to me, cause that’s just not how things are in my life. I’m not gonna text you every minute of everyday. I’m not gonna be on the phone with you for hours at a time. I’m not gonna be able to take you out somewhere without people probably talking about you and me-“

He trails off for a second, and there was a flash of pain that struck his eyes, but if you would’ve blinked, you would’ve missed it.

“But I like you a lot, and I know when we leave, I’m gonna be thinking about you. I don’t want to just never see you again, not after everything thats happened here. That’s why I gave you my ring. That’s why I want you to wear it. If you still want to.”

The more he mentioned that ring, the heavier it felt like it weighed. There was a mix of emotions coursing through you but the greater of them all was what people would probably refer to as a delusional high. Somehow, even though you’ve hardly ever trusted anyone in your life, you believed everything this man told you. For some reason, he made you feel like you could truly become something, whether it’s labeled or not.

He waited for you to say anything back, but all you did was crawl up to him and place a kiss to his lips, that quickly morphed into a rather intense exchange, much like all the other times before.

It seemed to continually happen this way, whether you were heavily intoxicated or stone cold sober. The second you felt his lips on yours, reality ceased to exist. It was almost like being in a trance, possibly even casted under a spell you just couldn’t break. Things that you read about in fantasy novels, and scoff at because you never believed anyone could have that affect on you.

But apparently Tyler has proven you otherwise.

Within moments, much like each time before, he reverses the roles and you find yourself underneath him. His lips never detach from yours for a split second. It’s almost as if he’s under the same spell you were.

For the third time that night, he pushes into you, stretching you out all over again, and as much as you would’ve thought you would’ve gotten used to it by now, you haven’t.

He knows to take a couple seconds to let you adjust to his size, and he uses that time to pepper kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheeks and circling right back to your lips again.

When he feels you relax around him, he starts to set the pace, pushing his hips back and to with fluidity in his rhythm.

Your eyes roll back when you feel him hit that soft spot only he’s ever had the ability to, and when you told him that after the second time you had sex, he made a mental note to hit it just right every single time.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and starts going a little faster, pulling a series of moans and whimpers from your lips so effortlessly. You can feel the vibrations of his throaty groans against your skin, and hear the muffled sounds that escape from him. Every once in a while, your name slips past his lips and suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids.

Each thrust gets rougher than the last, until the headboard is banging against the wall and you have to use his broad shoulder to muffle the loud whines and whimpers flying out of your mouth.

He takes a lot of pride in the way you struggle to stay quiet, and he’s figured out all the ways to make it a challenge for you, and he doesn’t hold back.

Your thighs lock in tightly around his hips and he can feel your nails digging deep into his back. When you clench down around him so tight that he can hardly keep pulling out, he knows that your close.

A smirk tips up his lips as he pulls himself up and hovers over you. His hair has fallen every which way in his face but he pushes it back just so he can see you better. His hand comes up and slowly wraps around your thoat, lightly putting pressure on both sides of your neck until you feel the blood rushing to your head.

His hips snap harder, your moans escalate until their nearly bouncing off of the walls of that hotel room, and his fingers and thumb squeeze the sides of your neck a little tighter until your body completely submerges into another earth-shattering orgasm that leaves you trembling beneath him.

You feel his grip loosen, but you can’t peer your eyes open to look at him. All you can see is flashing white lights behind your eyes as the high completely engulfs you. The sudden warmth that spreads rapidly through your veins, coupled with the overstimulation of his relentless thrusts has you hearing your own pulse in your ears, rapidly beating until that ringing sensation takes over.

Your nails draw slight traces of blood on his shoulders when he snaps his hips a couple more times. When you finally managed to steal a glance of him, all that you saw was his hair falling back down over his eyes and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before he gave two more thrusts and held himself still, releasing everything he had into you for the eighth consecutive time.

You felt the warmth filling you, along with the slow loss of contact when he slipped out of you. His chest was heaving deeply, and a fresh layer of sweat was coating every inch of skin you could see, but he’d never looked better in moments like that to you.

He placed two kisses to your cheek before he laid down next to you, attempting to catch his breath right along with you as you both stared up at the ceiling with wild eyes and rapid hearts.

Every single time it’s all over, he wonders why he keeps breaking the one singular rule he’s ever had when it comes to fucking a girl raw. Always pull out no matter what they say.

You, for some reason, have made him break that rule eight times now, and even though he keeps saying next time he won’t do it, he still does it. He just assumes he gets caught up in the moment and doesn’t want to pull out, but in all reality, he doesn’t really know why he doesn’t have the willpower to do it.

But, he doesn’t beat himself up about it, at this point. He did the first time, cause he didn’t even know if you were on birth control or not, and how careless he was about it made him wonder what the hell had gotten into him. But by this point, knowing there’s still a barrier of protection, he doesn’t really care to stop it.

After the two of you finally catch your breath, you look over at each other with eased smirks playing up both of your faces. There was a moment of silent communication, until he blurted out, “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and agree. He looked over at his phone sitting on the bedside table and saw that it was almost five in the morning, but he didn’t plan on sleeping and he hoped you weren’t too tired either, because there was only six hours left and he didn’t want it to go to waste.

“Guess we could go get breakfast?” He shrugs when he turns back to face you. His cheeks were rose tinted and you couldn’t help but to find it adorable. This man with a body so sharply sculpted, but eyes so soft and cheeks all rosy. He was genuinely the epitome of perfection to you, and you wondered if he knew just how handsome he really was.

He noticed that you weren’t paying attention to anything he said, and caught you staring at his lips instead.

“You don’t have to stare. Just kiss me.” He smirked, finding it funny how your cheeks instantly tinged pink. He leaned in and placed his lips to yours, giving you three consecutive, tender kisses before you heard his stomach growling, and the two of you couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry, I told you i’m starving.” He says with a lopsided grin. You placed your hand on his stomach and gave him one last kiss before you sat yourself up, scanning the room for your discarded clothes.

He sits up and slides out from under the covers, grabbing his boxers and a pair of sweatpants he left laying on the floor beside the bed. When you found your shirt, you realized it’s been a little compromised.

Tyler looked over at you as he was pulling up the sweatpants and couldn’t help but to laugh as you held up your ripped shirt for him to see.

“Damn, did I do that?” He teased, slipping on his shoes before he reaches for his hoodie laying over the back of the chair across the room.

“Yes, you definitely did.” You shoot him a look as you ball up the shirt and toss it on the bed. “Can I just wear one of yours to my room so I can grab something else real quick, and then we can go?”

His brows knitted slightly when you asked him that. He tossed the hoodie across to you. “I was thinking you could just wear that out, if you want to.”

You opened up the hoodie and tried to hide the smile that was trying so hard to slip across your lips. He headed over to his suitcase and pulled out the first shirt that was folded on top of all of the other clothes and put it on. When he turned around, he looked rather amused at how that hoodie was nearly swallowing you whole.

“This is huge on me.” You tell him as you attempt to pull the sleeves up so that your hands can actually show. “But it’s cozy, so i’m okay with it.”

“Looks good on you.” He smirks as he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You leaned up on your tip toes to place a soft kiss to his lips, and felt him smile against you.

You pulled back, noticing that his smile was even wider, and it looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“Nothin” he shakes his head and leans in for another kiss, but you pull back a little more.

“Why are you laughing at me?” You asked him, and that’s when he couldn’t help but to actually let that laugh he was trying to stifle break free.

“Cause you’re so short.” He teases, tightening his arms around your waist when you try to push against him. “And it’s adorable.”

You felt your heart skipping a beat or two, and he just leaned back in for another kiss that you accepted.

After you broke apart, he reached around and grabbed his phone and wallet off the bedside table and slid them in his pocket, then turned back to ask you, “You ready?”

You nodded and let him lead you out the room. This was going to be the first and most likely only time that you’ve been outside of that hotel together and quite frankly, you were kind of excited about it. Every moment you’ve spent together in those last two days was behind closed doors or under the moon with nobody else around, which you didn’t mind at all, but you couldn’t help but to feel a little giddy to actually be going somewhere with him.

Once you reached the lobby, he turned to face you with a rather confused look on his face.

“I just realized that I don’t know where to go.” He says with a chuckle following. “What’s open at five in the morning?”

“Out here? Probably just Waffle House.” You say as the two of you head towards the doors. “And there’s one just a few blocks down. We can walk and be there in ten minutes.”

“Is that where you wanna go? Could always go see what downtown has, too.” He shrugs as he holds the door open for you.

That led to an uber taking you to a diner he found on google maps in the heart of the city. It was particularly decorated to fit the 50’s theme and you were in absolute awe the second you stepped in.

He led you to a booth towards the back and you were just hoping that it wasn’t blatantly obvious how giddy you were just to be there with him.

“This is a cool ass place.” He says as he takes it all in. “You ever been here?”

“Didn’t even know it was here.” You tell him as you grab the menu from the corner of the table and start scanning over the options.

He does the same, and once the waitress comes around to take your orders, there’s a good fifteen minutes that the two of you have to just talk before your food comes out.

His phone buzzes on the table and he checks it before he places it back face down.

“Anthony’s wondering why i’m not in my room.” He shakes his head as he chuckles.

“It’s five thirty in the morning, why isn’t he still sleeping?” You laugh along, watching as he shrugs.

“I don’t even know. He probably didn’t go to sleep last night. I think they went to another club or something. They’re probably just now coming back.”

“So what are you gonna tell him?” You asked as you sipped on your drink through the curly straw that came with it.

He picked his phone back up, typing something up before he places it back down.

“Told him i’m hanging out with you.” He says with a sleepy smile. It was fairly evident that he was fighting his sleep, but so were you.

A couple seconds later, his phone was continually buzzing, and he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“And that’s him calling.” he muttered before he answered and held the phone to his ear.

“Yo” he says, making you giggle for some odd reason. You watched as he listened to whatever Anthony was saying on the other end of the line, his smile widening at something in particular.

“Alright, yeah. We’ll be back in a little while. I’ll uh- I’ll see. Alright bro.”

He hung up and placed the phone back down before he looked back at you.

“He was making sure I know our flight leaves at eight-thirty tonight.” He rolls his eyes. You weakly smiled, but all it did was remind you how time was quickly running out.

But, you tried to avoid that and just focus on enjoying the time you have now, and that became a little easier when a delicious plate of food was placed in front of you.

“Wait-“ He says as a thought comes to mind. Somehow he’s not even focusing on the steak and egg omelet calling his name. “Why don’t you just stay here until my flight? I can get you an uber to take you back home. Just move your stuff to my room. Checkouts not til seven-thirty.”

As much as that sounded like an amazing idea, unfortunately, it wasn’t going to work out in your favor.

“I have to work in the morning, and i’m about five hours from home as it is.” You sighed, watching as his face dropped slightly.

“Oh.” Was all he said before he grabbed his fork and dug into his food. You tried to avoid the pain that it caused you to have to turn that offer down, but unfortunately, you had to.

Once you got back to the hotel, you weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do next. You knew you needed to get to your room and start packing up your stuff, but you really didn’t want to.

Tyler pushed the button to your floor once you got in the elevator and you tried not to feel sad about it. It was already seven-forty and you weren’t even sure how the hell time passed you by so fast.

He walked you to your door and waited for you to scan the card. Once you opened it, you turned around to face him. It was easy to tell that everything was hitting him too. He offered a slight smile but for once, it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I uh- I gotta go see my dad for a minute. He texted me and said he wants to talk to me, but i’ll be back before you leave.”

You could only nod back before he leaned in and left a lingering kiss to your cheek before he headed back towards the elevators.

About an hour and a half flew by. You had your suitcases packed and the room was ready for housekeeping to come in and take over once you leave. You sat on the edge of the bed, and checking your phone repeatedly just to remind yourself that time was getting cut severely short.

Tyler’s hoodie was folded neatly on the dresser waiting for him, and you already missed the comfort of it when it engulfed you. You took that time to think about everything that happened in those two short days. Now that it’s coming to an end, you wished you could go back to the very beginning when you first got hit with that foam football, because that’s the reason why you met Tyler in the first place.

You wished you could just go back in time, not to change anything that’s happened, but to simply relive every moment. You feel a heavy weight bringing you down, and you know it’s all due to the fact that you weren’t sure when, or if you were going to see him again. Even though he made that promise, and you believed him in the moment, you just have that unrelenting fear that he’s going to become nothing but a distant memory, and you don’t want that.

But the ring around your neck, the lovebites left on discreet parts of your skin, the secrets he’s confided in you, it was hard to think that everything exchanged was going to be a one time thing. You’d rather just hold onto his promises and believe that he’d keep them, versus accept the fact that nothing was truly set in stone regardless what he said.

A knock on the door had you rising to your feet in a split second, and when you opened it, you were greeted with an extremely exhausted Tyler who looked like he’d just went through hell and back.

“What’s the matter?” You asked as you take a step back to let him in. He shakes his head as he walks in, eyeing the suitcases packed before anything else.

He stands in the middle of the room, his shoulders slightly sunken. You slowly approach him, a little hesitant considering the look on his face.

“Just work shit.” He shrugs it off. “Apparently there’s a mandatory meeting in an hour and everyone has to be there. I like how they tell us last minute.”

You felt your stomach drop, but you tried not to show it. He looked back down at you and his eyes softened slightly, before he sat down on the edge of the bed and held out his hand.

You grabbed it and let him pull you into him. His arms wrapped around your back as he looked up at you with droopy, tired eyes.

“Sorry I can’t stay here with you until you leave. If I could, I promise I would.”

“I know.” You whisper back before you place a kiss to his lips, simply so you don’t have to hear the goodbye that’s soon to come.

He feels the intensity in your kiss and knows it’s because you’re clinging onto the last bit of time you’re allowed. He tries his best not to show how badly it’s weighing down on him, but it’s becoming extremely hard to help it.

As much as he wishes he wouldn’t have to, he breaks that kiss because he knows the uber is already waiting outside, and as much as he wishes he could just say fuck that mandatory meeting, his dad already told him that wasn’t an option.

He takes a moment to drink you in. Studying every inch of your face so he’s sure he’ll remember each and every detail. You try your best to fight back tears, and somehow, you manage to but he can tell that you were struggling with it.

“Hey” he whispers softly, making sure your eyes lock with his. “It won’t be long, okay?”

You could only nod before you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and fall right into him, holding onto him as tightly as you can for as long as possible.

He holds you back even tighter, cherishing that last moment that he knows he’ll be thinking about long after you depart.

“I’ll miss you.” You muttered into his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten around you when he heard it. He turns his head and buries his face in your neck, placing featherlight kisses to your skin before he had no choice but to break the embrace completely.

He stood up and brushed some hair out of your face before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut and a tear threatened to slip, but you were able to hold it back somehow.

“Let me know when you make it home.” He lowly says as he reaches over and grabs the hoodie off the dresser, getting the scent of your perfume when he throws it over his shoulder.

“I will.” You whisper back before he brings you in for one last hug.

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Thinking back to such a beautiful time spent with him was nothing short of bittersweet for you after only two weeks went by.

You started watching him on tv every time he told you he was going to be on, and it was rather insane that you’d never even heard of this man before meeting him, considering how it seemed like everyone absolutely adored him.

The way he performed in the ring was such a stark contrast to who you spent time with. He came out with a scowl on his face and you couldn’t really help but to laugh, because you had yet to see that expression in person.

But nonetheless, he was sensationally skilled and you had absolutely no idea that he was capable of such show stopping athleticism. Watching him on the screen had you in absolute awe, but as soon as his matches were over, it was hard not to miss him ten times worse.

He meant it when he said he wasn’t going to be able to talk to you all the time. You didn’t get very many replies from him, but you assumed he was just busy. At the same time, you remembered that he always had that phone on him, and anytime one of his friends called, he was pretty quick to answer.

But you tried not to think negatively. After all, he wasn’t your boyfriend, or anything other than someone you had a really good time with for a few days, and hopefully were going to see again soon.

You kept his ring around your neck like you promised him, and whenever anyone at work asked you where it was from, you just said you had it for a while.

You didn’t tell anybody about Tyler, not even your best friend. He never outright told you not to, but there was something you particularly liked about having a little secret that nobody really had the business knowing.

One night, you were stuck at work when you got a random facetime call from him. Immediately you stopped what you were doing and headed straight outside to answer it.

He came up on your screen with a sideways smile and hazy, low eyes.

“Hey” he grins from ear to ear.

“Hey” you couldn’t help but to mirror that wide smile.

“I know you’re at work and all but I was gonna see what you’re doing this weekend.”

You felt your heart begin to race but you did your best to control it.

“I work Saturday but i’m off Sunday, why?”

“Why do you think?” He teases, exposing that knee weakening dimple.

“You’re coming to see me?” You asked hopefully. That’s when he turned to camera around and showed you his laptop screen with a list of flights pulled up.

“I think ima catch the eight o’clock saturday night. So i’ll be there around nine probably.” He tells you before he turns the camera back around. “Sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You beam back.

———-

Saturday night leading into Sunday consisted of nothing but making up for lost time. For the first time since you left the hotel two weeks prior, you felt pretty confident in the situation that the two of you have created.

He made it a point to take you out and let you show him around your town. He found a lot of amusement in it specifically because he’d never been there before. A couple of people recognized him and asked for pictures, and it was somewhat crazy to you that he was so widely known, but you enjoyed seeing him interact with his fans.

But the day was shorter than either of you would’ve liked and once he had to leave again, you were stuck with another set of memories that just didn’t last long enough.

Your bedsheets smelled like him and it was rather bittersweet. All you could think about as you laid alone in that bed was how he was holding you tight all throughout the night only a few days prior.

It seemed like everywhere he goes leaves a memory in its wake. The kitchen counter where you sat while he cooked you breakfast sunday morning, because he insisted he knew how to make an omelette just like the one at the diner.

The shower where you ended up taking two together, and he had to use your vanilla scented body wash because he forgot his back home.

His handprint on the bathroom mirror that he left when he was fucking you on the counter.

Even something as simple as the damn passenger seat of your car where he sat while he rolled a blunt.

You remember that night specifically because of what ended up happening in the backseat. Smoke filled the car so much so that you could hardly see your hand in front of you but the daze only added to the intensity when you both fell back into that familiar routine of being unable to keep your hands off each other.

The house felt empty the minute he left. As much as you tried to just be happy that you got to spend time with him again, it was so hard to do when you had no idea when you’d see him again.

Still, you did your best to keep a positive mind. A lot of that included throwing yourself into work to keep distracted. It seemed like all your life consisted of anymore was working overtime and waiting for Tyler to call you. Your friends started wondering why you don’t want to go out to the bar with them like you used to, but you didn’t tell them the true reason why.

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After another two weeks, that positivity you were previously forcing yourself to feel had died. It was buried six feet under by this point.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you’d gotten overly attached to that man and his absence was torture to you.

Every time he took over an hour to reply to your texts, you felt aggravated and started wondering what he could be doing. When he didn’t answer your calls, you were on the verge of leaving a voicemail letting him know how it feels when you don’t hear from him for three hours at a time. Seeing that he posted to his story on instagram but had yet to text you back one day, that had you livid.

The only thing was, you knew you didn’t have the right to be. He doesn’t have to text or call you. He doesn’t have to speak to you ever again if he doesn’t want to. It was just you dealing with the distance in the worst way possible, which was why you ended up going out to the bar for the first time in a month with your best friend, Brenna.

Usually you’d order the frozen margaritas without a second thought, but somehow, Peach Crown ended up being your Kryptonite.

It reminded you of him, just like every damn thing else, and as much as you knew you needed to stop torturing yourself like this. You couldn’t help it.

Brenna noticed the change in you over the past couple of weeks, but every time she’s asked about it, she just gets you shrugging it off like nothings going on. She knows you though, and that’s why when you have one two many shots in your system, she takes that as her chance to get the truth from you.

“So what’s been going on with you?” She asks as sits across from you at the small, round table.

Your eyes shoot up from the glass between your hands to her.

“Nothing.” You say way too defensively, thanks to the peach crown doing what the peach crown does.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing, Y/n. Since when do you keep things from me? We’re best friends.”

You couldn’t help but to feel bad when she said that, but then you thought back to Tyler and how much explaining you’d have to do if you finally admitted anything about him, and you’d already had way too much to drink, cause your head was wildly spinning out of control and you were beginning to feel hot and nauseated.

“I um-“ you pushed the glass away from you. “I’m sorry Brenna, but I’m really not feeling so great anymore.” Your words were slurred as you stood up from your seat and headed outside, desperate for fresh air. Usually it would instantly serve as some relief, but that night, all it did was give you chills on top of the sickening feeling you had.

Brenna walked out after a moment and took one look at your face, easily able to tell that you weren’t doing so great. She pulled out her phone and went to the uber app, clicking on one that was only a couple blocks away before she grabbed a handful of your hair and used her hair tie to tie it back for you in case you got sick.

“You only had four shots. Have you eaten anything today? Want me to go to waffle house real quick?”

You hated how the mention of Waffle House reminded you that it was where you and Tyler were going to originally go before you decided on that really cool diner instead, but you didn’t need to be thinking about that.

You were trying to compose yourself, sitting down on the sidewalk as you tried to cool yourself down and stop the whole damn city from spinning out of control.

Brenna kneeled down next to you and made sure she was ready if you needed to get sick, but thankfully, you didn’t.

The whole ride back to your house, you were laying in the back seat keeping your hands over your eyes, just trying not to get sick.

When you finally got home, Brenna helped you inside and started a shower for you, while you were leaning against the counter drinking a whole bottle of water in an attempt to sober up a little bit.

She came back a few minutes after with a weird look on her face.

“I got your shower started. And uh- why is there a huge handprint on your mirror?” She crosses her arms as she slowly steps over to you, on a new mission to figure out some information she wasn’t informed of.

You rolled your eyes and looked away from her, hoping she’d just drop it, but of course, she wouldn’t.

“When were you planning on telling me you have a man in your life?” she gives you a look that reminds you of your mom, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at it.

“I don’t.” You tried to be convincing, but you were seeing double and couldn’t tell if she believed you or not.

“So who’s hand is that? Cause it’s not yours. It’s huge.”

“Just- nobody Brenna, damn.” You put the water down and brush past her, heading to the bathroom to avoid the topic all together.

You stared at Tyler’s print he left for a couple seconds, debating whether or not you should just wipe it away but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The shower did very little to help the state you were in, but thankfully when you got out, Brenna was already passed out on your couch.

You woke up the next morning feeling even sicker, and it started to make you wonder if there was something up with those shots. Brenna was in the kitchen making breakfast and the smell of the eggs and bacon had you racing straight for the bathroom.

“You okay?” She calls out from behind the door, but you couldn’t manage to speak without getting violently sick.

You were stuck in there for the better half of an hour before you finally felt good enough to walk out. Thankfully the strong smell of the food had faded and you weren’t being attacked by the nausea as bad.

“I think there was something wrong with those drinks.” You mumbled as you reached for a bottle of water.

“So who’s Tyler and why has he called you six times in a row?” Brenna asks as she leans against the counter with your phone in her hand. You immediately place the water bottle down and snatch the phone, unsure if you should tell her anything or just avoid it again.

“Y/N, if you have a boyfriend-“

“Brenna, please just stop.” You snapped. “If there’s something I want to tell you, I’d tell you, alright? I’m not in the mood to be questioned. I feel like shit.”

Brenna’s eyes narrowed slightly before she shrugged her shoulders and pushed off the counter, grabbing her plate next to the one she already made for you and took it into the living room.

You waited until she sat down before you headed back to your room and called Tyler back. He answered on the first ring but he didn’t sound too happy.

“Hey” he greeted with a flat tone.

“Hey” you softly spoke back, feeling a little bit nervous.

“What was that shit you were sending me last night?” He asked, suddenly confusing you. You quickly pulled up your texts and found that in your drunken, sickened state, you somehow managed to send him a series of messages about how you can’t stand him when he ignores you and if he really cared he’d at least text you back.

Needless to say, you cringed.

“Oh my God” you groaned. “I didn’t mean to send you all that. I was drunk last night and-“

“I mean if that’s how you feel then that’s how you feel.” He cuts you off with a cold tone.

“Well, I mean, I do hate it when I don’t hear from you all day-“

“Y/n, I’m busy as fuck. I don’t even have time for myself, let alone anyone else. But I still try to respond to you when I can. I just came and seen you two weeks ago. I’m doing what I can.”

You fell silent after that, feeling the nausea ramping up once again but you did your best to hold it down.

“Sorry you think i’m just out here avoiding you, but maybe if you knew how my life actually is you wouldn’t send me shit like that. I don’t appreciate you doing that. And why’d you get so drunk last night in the first place?”

“My friend wanted me to go out with her, but I regret it now cause I feel sick as fuck.” You laid your head in your hand and screwed your eyes shut. You heard Tyler sighing deeply on the other end of the line before he spoke again.

“Just don’t drunk text me if you’re gonna do nothing but send me bullshit from now on. Alright? I don’t have time for that shit, Y/n. I told you I wasn’t gonna be available to you every single minute of every single day, remember? You said you understood that.”

“I do, Tyler.” You let it show how aggravated you were growing and you couldn’t help it.

“It doesn’t seem like you do.” he snaps back at you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was drunk, okay? People say shit when they’re drunk. I won’t do it again. Listen, I think i’m gonna get sick again so I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.” Your words were rushed before you bolted right back to the bathroom, leaving him on the phone still laying on your bed.

After a couple minutes, you came back out and collapsed on the bed, unaware that he was still on the line, but he wasn’t saying anything.

Brenna knocked on the door softly before she stepped in, eyeing you with concern. You peeked up at her, but she was spinning.

“Do you need to go to the doctor? I had way more than you did and i’m fine.” She whispers, but you shake your head and keep your eyes screwed shut.

“Alright, well if you need me i’ll be in your living room watching Jersey Shore. You want some water or maybe try to eat something?”

“No” you grumbled.

Once she left you heard Tyler speak again.

“Who was that?”

You picked your head up when you realized he was still on the phone.

“Brenna, my best friend who saw you call me a bunch of times and is now suspecting that I have a boyfriend she doesn’t know about.”

“Well you kinda do.” He shocks you when he says that, but you don’t have the energy to react.

“So you’re my boyfriend now?” You asked, “I thought commitment wasn’t your thing.”

“It never was before.” He chuckles, and you can hear him rummaging around with something in the background. “But I mean, I wouldn’t say we’re just friends, right? Friends with benefits ain’t really my thing either. What’s after that?”

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.” You grin unexpectedly. “This sounds like a highschool conversation.”

“Don’t say that.” He chuckles again. “I’m just saying, whatever we are, whatever you wanna call it, I’m serious about it.”

You felt your heart skip a beat and couldn’t understand how that keeps on happening. Your cheeks were burning from smiling so wide and you hoped he was doing the same thing.

“But yeah, as for the mean texts-“

“I know, Tyler. I already said i’m sorry. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too but i’m not sending you five hundred messages about how I can’t stand you for being so far away from me, am I?” You could swear you could picture the face he’s making.

“No.” you groan.

“I get the distance is tough, Y/n, I really do. But you have to understand that there’s nothing I can do about that. It’s your choice to accept that and be with me, or don’t.”

“How do you manage to take a sweet moment and completely ruin it?” You roll your eyes. “Can you just go back to being sweet to me right now? It was making me feel a little better.”

You heard him sigh and imagined he was shaking his head, but most likely with a smile on his face.

“Alright.” He says. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling good today baby. You ate anything?”

You didn’t hear anything else after the pet name. You could feel your cheeks burning, and if he could see you he’d see the goofiest smile.

“Y/n?” He asks after a couple moments you not responding, forcing you to have to pull it together.

“No, I haven’t ate anything. I don’t feel like I can keep it down. But, I like when you call me baby. How about we make that my new name from now on?”

You heard his laugh and couldn’t help but to smile even wider. You were tempted to facetime him but you weren’t looking so hot, so you decided against it.

“Alright baby” he says, and you swear there’s butterflies going crazy in your stomach. “I’m about to go to the gym, i’ll call you later. Eat something and try to sleep a little bit. I hope you feel better.”

“Thank you.” You softly say back. “I’ll talk to you later.”

———

Another week went by, and Tyler was making more of an effort to talk to you, you’d noticed. The gaps between texts got a lot shorter and he made it a point to call you every night when he gets back home, or back to the hotel he’s staying at.

You appreciated that, but not as much as you appreciated him surprising you by showing up to your door at two in the morning with a bouquet of roses and a sleepy smile.

You nearly tackled him in a hug the second you opened that door, and he picked you up and carried you inside, setting you down on the counter, along with the roses.

“I can’t believe you” You tell him as you cup his face with somewhat shaky hands.

“Why not? I’m here.” He tilts his head to the side before he leans in to kiss you. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him as close as he can possibly get, but as soon as you feel his hands roam down to your thighs, you stop him.

“I’m- I don’t know if we should.” You felt hesitant to say that, a little worried that he’d be upset, but all he does is look at you with genuine curiosity.

“I’m expecting my period any time now.” You admit, feeling nervous because you know that it’s about a week late and hasn’t given any signs that it’s coming anytime soon.

He eyes you for a second before his hands move up to your hips instead.

“I thought you said it was last week?” He asks, recalling you telling him that you were feeling horrible and it was probably because it was about to be that time of the month. You didn’t tell him that it never came.

“Yeah, it was supposed to be, but I didn’t get it.”

His brows knit together and he starts thinking back, knowing without having to even give it a single thought that he never pulled out of you one single time out of the countless times he fucked you.

“Did you take a test?” He asks, and you shake your head back.

“It’s probably just stress. It happens sometimes. I’m not really worried about it, I think my birth control is pretty faithful.”

Tyler felt skeptical about that, but he didn’t argue with you. Instead he simply nodded and tried not to think about how fucking terrified he suddenly felt to even think about the possibility of being a father.

He did a good job at hiding it, though. The two of you laid on the couch and watched a couple movies, laughing your asses off and sharing snacks. It felt nice to have him there, almost like it was supposed to be that way.

But he kept checking the time and it dared you to ask how long he had, and your heart nearly broke in half when he said he had to leave at noon to get back to New York in time.

The very limited time was your biggest enemy. There was too much to make up for and just not enough time to do it. It seemed like the windows of opportunity got shorter and shorter, and you were just clinging to the hours you were allowed until you’d see him again, who knows when.

He left the next day around eleven-thirty and watching him go for the third time was quite possibly the worst, but you knew you couldn’t be upset about it. Not when he made the time to come and see you even when his schedule was so packed tight.

A couple of days later, you woke up to the pleasant surprise that mother nature was just playing a few games with you, but you made sure to let Tyler know that you weren’t pregnant, and the relief in his voice surprised you nonetheless.

“I was kinda worried.” He admits as you watch him on your screen, take a seat on some couch. “Like, I think maybe we should be more careful. Maybe this was a warning, y’know?”

“Maybe.” You shrug as you apply your mascara. “So are you gonna start wearing condoms or something?”

“Nah, but ima start pulling out.” He says as he watches you. “You look good in your little work uniform.” He smirks, making you smile. “Why don’t you ever wear that when I come down there?”

You placed the tube of mascara down and looked at him like he was crazy, earning his smile to widen and that laugh you love so much to follow.

“Nevermind, I’d rather you wear nothing anyway.” He shrugs as he takes a draw from a black n mild and blows the smoke above his head.

“How charming.” You tease as you spray some perfume. “I’m definitely gonna be late for work.”

“Yeah, you definitely are.” He says when he notices the time. “Might as well go get that coffee you were talking about since you’re already gonna be late anyway.”

You picked up the phone and your keys and headed towards the door.

“Thanks for supporting my bad habits.” You grin.

“Anytime baby.” He smirks back, watching as that smile spreads widely across your face.

“Have a good day at work.” He adds as he stands up from the steps he was sitting on and gets ready to head back into the arena.

“Thank you.” You smile back when you get in the car. “I’ll be watching you beat ass on Collision when I get home.”

He laughed back at that and ran his hand through his hair before he opened the door and headed back into the arena.

“You should come watch in person one day.” He tells you as he walks down a long hall. “I think you’d like it.” He glances back down at you with that infamous smirk.

“Tell your boss to come back down here and I will.”

“Why can’t I just fly you out?” He shrugs. “Tell your boss to give you some days off. We got a pay-per-view coming up on the first.”

“My boss doesn’t like last minute time off requests.” you rolled your eyes. “Pretty sure he wouldn’t even consider it. It’s not soon enough in advance.”

“That sounds like a problem he’s got. Just try and see. Think it’d be pretty cool if your first live show was a pay-per-view. Just let me know.”

“I’m pretty positive the answers gonna be no, but i’ll see what I can do.” You tell him before glancing at the time and realizing you were already going to be well over fifteen minutes late. “He’s probably gonna be angry when i walk in late with dunkin’ in my hand too.”

“Sounds like another problem he’s got.” Tyler chuckles. “but you should probably try to get on his good side a little. i’ll call you later baby. Have a good day.”

The second you hung up, you noticed a text floating on your screen from an unknown number, and the second you opened it, your heart sunk to your stomach.

You read and re-read that text at least five times, and each time made your stomach twist more and more.

“I got your number from Tyler’s phone, and I think we both have a lot to talk about. Call me when you can.”

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Part three is almost done too so don’t hate me for the cliffhanger!! Hope you enjoyed it babes!! Let me know if you wanna be tagged!!

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Yandere!Usos: Standing Up For Myself

author’s pov: hey, long time no see huh? sorry for being so MIA, i’ve been drained of any creative flow and have also been relaxing after a stressful year in 2022! anyway, who enjoyed Royal Rumble 2023 - i definitely did, 100%. 

i’ve been loving the development of the storyline between Sami Zayn and the Bloodline. i’m over the moon Sami finally turned on Roman and has had enough of his bullshit. but i didn’t expect Jey to walk out like that - things have gotten so much more interesting. 

i hope Sami and Jey get their well-deserved main event moments. i know the rumored plan is for Sami to face Roman at Elimination Chamber and then for Sami and Kevin to go after the tag titles but with the new angle regarding Jey - idk what’ll happen. 

but i’m very excited to see how it evolves following the Royal Rumble situation. the entire crowd cheered when Sami hit Roman with the chair intended for Kevin. but this could be the possible downfall of the Bloodline with Roman reaping what he sows. 

also congratulations to Cody Rhodes and Rhea Ripley for winning the rumble. i very much expected this, i can’t wait for Wrestlemania - i’ve honestly never been so excited for a Wrestlemania before. 

anyway, enough blabber from me. enjoy the fic!

pov: you’ve had enough and decided to take a stand. you just didn’t know the consequences that’ll come with your change of heart.

You couldn’t go on like this anymore.

The final straw was watching helplessly as they mercilessly beat up Sami and Kevin. No matter how hard you tried to suppress the tears, they still ran down your face. 

Scrunching your hands into fists, you turn around so you didn’t have to witness the atrocity happening. You’d wince every time Roman hit Sami with the chair intended for Kevin, a fresh batch of tears forming each time. 

After everything he endured, Sami finally had enough. He was fed up with Roman using him and decided to take a much-needed stand against Roman. It was satisfying to watch Sami hit Roman with the chair intended for Kevin. You were beyond proud of Sami.

Roman had become a tyrant, corrupted by power. The greed to have more has changed him into an actual monster and he forced his own family to join his reign of terror — forcing them to “acknowledge” him as the Tribal Chief.

Well, you were officially done “acknowledging him”. 

You were done acknowledging all of them including your boyfriends, the Undisputed WWE tag team champions, the Usos. 

Ever since they joined the Bloodline, they’ve been treating you differently. Treating you as if you’re a ghost, a shadow — neglecting you, pushing you to the sidelines so they can tend to the Tribal Chief’s every command. If this was a short-term thing, it wouldn’t bug you but it’s been happening since 2021 and you were done.

Sami was the only one who truly felt like family in that group and supported you no matter what. He was the only one who remembered your birthday and brought you a gift when no one else did (from the Bloodline, that is). 

You were done with everything regarding the Bloodline. It was time to get some well-deserved payback on them for yourself and everyone whose been a victim of their reign of terror.

Following Royal Rumble, you distanced yourself from the Bloodline. You treated them like they treated you— like a ghost. You were still a part of the Bloodline but fans suspected that you’d leave soon knowing your close friendship with Sami.

You had a plan. A plan to make Wrestlemania greater than ever and you were working discreetly with Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens to pull it off. 

At Wrestlemania, Sami and Kevin will battle the Usos for the tag titles while Cody will fight Roman for the undisputed WWE universal championship.

On the day of Wrestlemania, you put the plan you have been working on ever since Royal Rumble with Sami and Kevin into action. You have been absent ever since Elimination Chamber nursing an injury from the Elimination Chamber match you competed in.

Slipping in undetected, you quickly made your way to Sami and Kevin’s shared trailer. You greeted them and got ready, concealing yourself with black clothing. You hid every detail of yourself making yourself look like the outcast the Bloodline made you feel.

Sami and Kevin were called for their match. You wished them luck, giving them a warm hug, “Go kick my boyfriends’ butts.” you muttered making them chuckle, “Don’t worry, we will. Especially with you on our side.” Kevin responded. 

During the match, you got into position and waited. Before the Usos could hit their finisher, you came running out and slid into the ring. Catching them with a punch, you mustered up all your strength and suplexed Jey from the top turnbuckle.

Turning your attention to Jimmy, he attempted an Uso splash but you caught him with a superkick. The fans went insane, cheering loudly as you assaulted them. The referee was down, accidentally hit with a superkick meant for Sami.

So, this was all perfectly legal as long as the referee didn’t see anything.

Pulling Jimmy up, you hoisted him onto your shoulders and did the Samoan drop, planting him on top of Jey. Noticing the opportunity, you climbed up to the top turnbuckle and executed an imploding 450° splash on both of them.

Positioning them so Sami and Kevin were laying on top of a Uso, you dragged the referee back into the ring. He slowly did the count, the fans counting along, “1! 2! 3!” The bell rings as the fans erupt into cheers while the referee rolled out of the ring.

“And the NEW WWE undisputed tag-team champions, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens!”

Sami and Kevin rolled off the Usos, not understanding what just happened. You took the titles and handed it to them — that’s when it hit them. It worked, the plan worked. They stared at it with teary eyes and hugged each other before hugging you.

Standing over the Usos, you pull off the mask revealing yourself and the cheering just got 10x louder. It almost knocked you off your feet, “Oh my gosh, it’s Y/N — the Usos’ girlfriend! She just cost her boyfriends the titles!” commentary was going crazy. 

The Usos were slowly regaining consciousness and you crouched down to meet their eyes, needless to say they were surprised. You grinned at their shocked expressions, “Why are you so surprise? You should’ve seen this coming — it’s only been months in the making.”

Walking off, you all stood at the top of the ramp and raised your hands up proudly to the cheers of fans, the Usos just stared at you in total disbelief which made you smirk. 

You all then headed backstage to prepare for phase 2.

Yes, that was phase one of the plan. 

Phase two was Roman’s match against Cody for the undisputed WWE universal championship. That was going to be the cherry on top. 

Before Roman could spear an oblivious Cody, you all ran into the ring and unleashed hell. Raining punches and kicks on him, you were all getting the long-awaited payback on him.

Roman fell limp and you all offered him to Cody, the same way Sami offered Kevin to Roman during their Wargames match at Survivor Series 2022. Everything was coming back to haunt him cause what goes around comes right back around.

Cody hits his finisher and pinned Roman for the win.

The fans once again erupted, overjoyed that Cody had finally achieved his American Dream and became a world champion. You were also happy for him, this was long overdue. He quickly left the ring so you guys could continue the assault on Roman.

He was now your personal punching bag and no one could stop you guys.

Hauling his limp body out of the ring, you all share a knowing look. Kevin sent him into the steel stairs, Sami drove him into the ring post and you pushed him into the barricade. Roman collapsed on the floor, recoiling in pain.

While Kevin and Sami dragged Roman back inside the ring, handcuffing him to the ropes, you got steel chairs from underneath the ring. Handing the boys a chair each, you surrounded Roman like dogs surrounding their prey.

Paul Heyman had been dealt with and was unconscious. Staring at each other, you look at Roman and grin at his state – he looks like Kevin and Sami when they were in his position. Without hesitating, you three unload on Roman and no-one hold back giving him exactly what he deserves. The cheering fans motivated you, increasing the strength and impact of your hits.  

After a while, you toss your chair aside and crouch down to meet his bloody face. He was barely conscious and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at you. You couldn’t help but smirk, it was a truly satisfying sight to see him like this.

You uttered the words you’ve been wanting to say for the longest time, “I’m done acknowledging you and the Bloodline. I’m done with everything regarding the Bloodline including the people who form it. I don’t need you to be the best, you’ve only been holding me back and now I’m free. So, you can take this ‘Head of the Table’ shit and go shove it cause I’m done acknowledging you.”

Standing tall over Roman’s unconscious body, you revel in the fans cheering. The Underdogs have dethroned the champs and come out on top despite the constant ridicule you guys endured from them. You guys headed backstage and celebrate your well-earned victory, taking one last glance at Roman who was being helped out of the ring by officials and rushed to the hospital.

On the RAW after Wrestlemania, you held a celebration for Sami and Kevin becoming the new tag team champions.

During the celebration, you confessed all your sins. “I had been working on that plan ever since Royal Rumble. I got sick and tired of being treated like a ghost. The final straw was them attacking the people who have felt my family since I lost mine to the pursuit of power.”

You released all your bottled-up emotions and thoughts. “It felt wonderful unleashing that beating Roman and apparently everyone else thought so because it trended worldwide on social media. I guess people have gotten sick of the Bloodline as well?” You were met with cheers making you grin.

Sami and Kevin conveyed similar words. You all cheers to a successful plan and new beginnings, not forgetting to leave a message for the Bloodline who were in the hospital.

“I don’t regret a single thing. I should have done it ages ago. To my boyfriends who have been neglecting me ever since joining the Bloodline, I’m not a ghost or a shadow you can cast aside. You have messed with the wrong girl, all of you have! What happened at Wrestlemania is a taste of what I can do. Besides didn’t anyone tell you that the underdogs always come out on top in the end?”

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [TIMESKIP] ࿐ྂ

You, Sami and Kevin focused on your respective storylines but you had formed an alliance with each other. You guys always had each other’s back no matter what.

During the Bloodline’s hiatus, you had become the Smackdown Women’s champion dethroning Charlotte Flair in a high stakes match at Summerslam, achieving one of your biggest dreams. You proudly held up the title, tears running down your cheeks as reality had set in.

But you did wish that the Usos were here to witness it and celebrate with you. Sami and Kevin had run out to celebrate with you, filling that void. “Congrats Y/N, you deserve this.” They said, hugging you tightly. You smile and return the affection, “Thank you truly.”

Sami and Kevin successfully defended their tag-team titles. You returned the favour, running out to celebrate their victory with them. All of you were now champions and stood proudly together in the ring, holding up your titles as the fans cheered, the biggest babyfaces in WWE were all champions.

Guess it’s true, you really didn’t need them after all.

Looking at Sami and Kevin, you couldn’t help but smile fondly. They had become your second family after you lost your one. The sweet moment was ruined by the sound of oh-so familiar music blaring. Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach, you guys turn around to see the Bloodline and their eyes were locked on you three.

Marching to the ring, they never broke eye contact and fans enjoyed the tension. You smirked at the scars left on their bodies reminding them of their downfall as the ‘top fraction in WWE’. “Hey Roman,” Sami began, you and Kevin smirked at each other knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Acknowledge us.” You three held up your titles, taunting the now title-less Bloodline. They growl and a brawl ensued. It was Roman vs Sami, Solo vs Kevin and you vs the Usos. The fans cheered as it spilled out into the crowd.

You dodge a punch from Jey and connect with a knee to the abdomen. Jimmy tried to sneak attack but you avoid that and hit him with a Poison Rana. Noticing an opportunity, you lay the Usos on the announcer’s table and climb onto the nearest top turnbuckle. Running across the top rope, you jump and execute an Uso splash on them, sending the Usos through the announcer’s table.

Rolling off them, you lay beside them and catch your breath. Wow, that was exhilarating. It ended once again with you three standing tall amongst the chaos and you guys headed backstage – needless to say that was one of the most successful Summerslams in WWE history.

Unfortunately, it didn’t end there for you. They were determined to get their revenge however that looked a bit different for you compared to Sami and Kevin. Sami and Kevin were competing in a tag team match and you decided to accompany them, watching from ringside, when the Bloodline appeared out of nowhere and attacked.

Well, Roman and Solo were assaulting Sami and Kevin. The Usos had you cornered but they weren’t attacking you. Jimmy had handcuffed your wrists while Jey gagged you, tying a bandana around your mouth. Weaving a hand through your H/C locks, Jey harshly tugs it forcing you to make eye contact with him – his wicked grin tells you something horrible is about to happen.

“I think someone has forgotten whose in charge uce. I think she needs a reminder of what happens when you disobey your master.” Jey taunts, his grip on your hair getting tighter. Jimmy hums, staring at your helpless figure, “I think you’re right uce, I think someone has forgotten whose in charge here. I guess she needs to be reminded.” He responded.

Leaning into your ear, Jey whispers, “You’ve been a brat lately and brats like you get punished. You need to remember whose in charge here.” Unable to make a snarky response, the Usos drag you out of the arena and shove you inside the car, they had gotten your belongings before.

Heading back to the hotel, you endured the harshest punishment ever. You were grateful no one was here to hear your screams. Laying lifeless on the bed, the Usos stare at your state and smirk, “Who’s the boss here?” Jimmy asks rhetorically.

Lifting your head up, you tiredly grin, “Me. I’m the boss of myself and of the Smackdown Women’s division.” Clearly that wasn’t the answer because Jimmy tugs your chin, forcing eye contact, “You clearly haven’t learnt your lesson yet.” He growls.

You endure three more punishments of an equal calibre. Your body was covered in red marks, bruises and cuts – it left you breathless. But every time they asked the question, you gave them the same response, “I’ll never stop being a brat. You don’t own me and besides… it’s fun to get you guys riled you.” You declare, grinning teasingly at them.

Your cockiness costed you severely but you didn’t care, it was fun to rile them up especially on live TV in front of millions of people. 

[rattlyglitch]

Do it For Him.

Poison can come in all kinds of different forms. They can be flavorless or taste sour. Have the smell of something sweet or a chemical. Epel Felmier was commonly seen as the poison in his family though, the downfall of it. He was a child born out of wedlock from a woman named Estelle who had cheated on her husband with a widowed movie actor. Her husband left her when he found out she was having the child of another man and Estelle herself abandoned Epel to live with his grandmother and grandfather.

Epel had heard the story told by his relatives many times and was grateful beyond anything to his grandparents and made sure never to trouble them with his problems. He had never heard of his mother but at the age of three, he overheard his aunt talking with his grandmother. At the age of eight Epel understood the entire story of what his mother had done. There had even been a time he was yelled at for being “a poisonous child” and the children of the parents who saw him that way made sure to remind him daily of how their parents felt.

The early years of his life and the stories he heard of his mother made Epel hate Estelle Felmier. Before he hated her Epel had seen one of her pictures once in his life on accident after finding it in a storage room owned by his grandparents and Epel was now beyond thankful that he looked nothing like her and took on traits from his grandmother. Her hair was straight and black with some thin lines being a light green color that cascaded down her back like snakes in a dark river. Her eyes were brown and sharp while her skin was pale and almost white as snow. He used to think she looked beautiful when he saw her on the TV. But that love for the mother he never knew only lasted till he was nine. The day Estelle said that she never had a child and was happy that she was going to have a family was the day Epel's love for his mother died.

Her looks though and the personality Epel had heard others whisper of matched his housewarden perfectly. Estelle tried to be perfect in everything she did and even managed to become someone famous in the industry before she ruined her own life becoming a name not known by many besides the people who she grew up with. At least Vil was able to get others to see past Epel’s mother after he had shown the apple juice his grandparents made.

Business started up immediately after again and left behind the slow decline it had since Epel was born. Vil’s helpfulness whether out of kindness or by accident did help him see Vil in a better light than just a reincarnation of his mother just more beautiful but as a role model. Someone he could look at and see that destruction was caused by those in the wrong. Those who didn’t understand that didn’t understand beauty was more than a look and a tool but a weapon.

That was also why Epel was at the moment trying to mind his tongue as Vil tried to undo the knots in it after spelldrive practice. “I don’t understand how you get these ridiculously hard knots in your hair just during a stupid game. It’s almost like your hair is trying to fight the wind or something. It’s held up during practice too and somehow it still does this.”

Vil gave a tug with the brush at a knot causing Epel to wince. “Maybe we could try an’ get it undid tomorrow? That’ll be better than this.” Vil shook his head furiously. “We most certainly will not wait till tomorrow to get this knot finished. It will only cause it to become more tangled and worse than it is now.” Epel did his best not to groan and let Vil continue to work. “May I by chance try Roi du Poison. Possibly I will be more helpful?” Rook backed down when Vil shot him a glare.

“It is my job to make sure he will be ready before the event I’m taking him to. He must be perfect tonight. He knows as well as I do that this spell drive meeting with other teams could set him into a career in a professional sport.” Vil was right and Epel hated that he was right. Even if he wasn’t part of a professional spell drive team for long and wanted to help his grandparents out with their apple business if he could get a job like that then he sure would try his best to.

“I understand that but Monsieur Crabapple may wish to talk with someone else though that would better understand his likings. Not that you do not understand them, Roi du Poison.” Vil, who had now been able to brush through Epel’s hair with ease, simply sighed and released Epel’s hair. “I guess you are possibly correct. Do not take too long though Epel still needs to change out of his casual wear and into a proper suit.” Rook gave Vil a nod and the housewarden left without complaint.

“Thank ya, Rook. I do owe ya.” Rook gently ran the brush through Epel’s hair but quickly started to apply some kind of hair product to it. “Just because Vil is gone does not mean you may start speaking improperly. Know that this event is as important to you as it is to him. You can not act a fool of yourself as you are his guest. The only reason he agreed to attend this event is because you seemed interested in it.”

Epel was confused by what Rook said. “Vil told me the reason he wanted to bring me along was because he needed a spell drive representative and I was the best option.” Rook shook his head. “Vil is simply attending this because you showed an interest. This is why you, Epel must be perfect. If not for yourself then for him.” Rook finished whatever he was doing with Epel’s hair and removed his hands.

“You may now look Epel.” Epel looked into the mirror and away from his hair. The front of his hair had been pulled back into a braid that wrapped around his head like a crown held together with a golden apple hair barrette that had a bright red ruby as the apple and a brown crystal gem for the stem at the back of his head. “Now go and get dressed. Vil has most likely placed the clothes you are to wear on your bed.”

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

(I totally got off task on working on my in progress Silver stories by making this au. It will be called The Poisoned Brothers. You will fid out the reason later on for this but I bet you already have some guesses.)

[saintobio]

Ok so I've been sitting on this theory for as soon as I read the prologue for 'Long Live The Villainess' but what if y/n is not the only one who regained her memories 👀

What if Gojo regains his memories of the past life too and tries his absolute best to undo his wrongs from his previous life to somehow lessen his guilt but y/n keeps running away from already determined to detach herself and be as far away as possible because in her eyes, a life with Gojo is destined to doom.

crying that’s such a good theory 🥹 but i’m afraid i don’t want to spoil anything ahahah what i can do tell is that yn definitely is dead set on avoiding him like a plague as she knows gojo will lead to her downfall, but that’ll also change so many events from the original timeline. for the better and worse.