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captain-huggy-bear · 3 months ago

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Squish Time

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, mental health

Summary: Sometimes there is only one way to regulate your nervous system and that is squish time.

Notes: In honour of my anxiety disorder and the fact that sometimes I just want a hockey player to squish me into a mattress to help my brain regulate itself. 👍

2 fics in one day? More likely than you think.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

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You've had anxiety for as long as you can remember, more of your life had been spent worrying about seemingly silly little things, adrenaline buzzing through your system, than not. It's something you've learnt to deal with and over the years, the work you've put in has made it less of an issue. You have your mechanisms to minimise it, to cope, to enjoy your life and keep panic attacks to a minimum but that doesn't mean that they don't ever happen. Sometimes they happen without any explanation, like your body has been storing up anxiety for a random moment.

It hits you slowly, a winding sort of buzzing through your veins like a thousand bees have decided to make their way into your body and start an orchestra or brass band. It's a familiar but unpleasant sensation that has you wandering around the apartment hands tapping any surface you find in an attempt to expell the sudden burst of adrenaline.

Your heart races, palpitations that feel so strong in your chest that you're certain your heart wants to leap out of your chest and run halfway across the world. Sounds feel dull, deadened like you're underwater, a muffled sense of everything being distant, not there, not with you, taking over. Then the sick feeling hits, like you might be sick at any moment, queasiness hitting you just to add to the other issues. Despite it all, you try to manage it on your own, even knowing Quinn is a room over, you don't want to bother him. Instead you pace and pace and pace even as you struggle to breathe.

It's your pacing, the sound of your feet urgently moving back and forth, around in circles that has Quinn popping his head out of the bedroom where he'd been sorting laundry.

Green eyes assess you, trailing from head to toe. You're biting your lip so hard he's certain you're going to break skin, while your entire body is shaking as you pace, like you've drunk 4 redbulls in quick success or just run a marathon. But it's the way you cycle through various stimms, fingers tapping together in rhythm to try and ground yourself, as your chest heaves in an attempt to get more air in your lungs that really tips him off.

"You okay, baby?"

Your reaction is instant, a sharp turn towards him, eyes wide, head shaking back and forth as tears well in your eyes like you might just cry the Niagra Falls. You look so fucking fragile and he hates it more than anything.

"Okay, okay, c'mere..." He's over to you in three long strides, pulling you tight against his chest, pressing your face into him. You're shaking so hard that it feels like you're a phone on vibrate, like you might blow away in the wind.

It's not everyday you get like this, a rare occurance more so lately, but Quinn's seen it enough to know his options, the sorts of things that do and don't help. Sometimes it just takes his arms around you, a tight grip, as his hands rub paths up and down your back. Sometimes merely the sense of being held for a few moments, the smell of his cologne and the beat of his heart under your ear is enough to ground you.

He can sense that today that's not enough. The way you shake doesn't let up, not even after two minutes of him holding you, there's this calm collectedness to him that hits. A sense that there's a problem, he needs to find a solution and he needs to do so without panicking. Call it his background as a big brother or maybe just being captain of the Canucks, but he sets his own worry aside, his own panic bricked up into a little room.

"You need squish time?" Quinn's voice would be loud to anyone else, heck its loud to his own ears, but muffled to you. He knows how the panic muffles everything for you, the way sounds are quieter, duller, you've told him time and time again that you feel deaf when you're in a panic, so he forces his voice louder to accommodate.

The instant you nod your head, he's moving you to the bedroom, shoving laundry on the floor, not worrying about the mess and helping you to lie on the bed on your back. He's careful to pop pillows under your head and neck for support. There's very little preamble, no real hesitation before he's crawling all 180 pounds of himself up and over you, flopping down ontop of you like a living weighted blanket.

The first time you'd asked for squish time he'd been terrified that he'd hurt you. That you're shallow breathing would be made worse by him compressing you into the mattress, but over time he'd learnt that it was needed sometimes. There was some sort of natural reset that happened to your body when he laid on top of you, a sort of nervous system do over that helped you to ground yourself when all else failed. Squish time was like the fail safe.

For you it was grounding, all encompassing, to feel the weight of Quinn ontop of you in that moment, the way the mattress rose to meet you, the sensation of the blankets under you, his clothes atop you. The weight of him pressing down until you felt surrounded by Quinn. It helped you to calm yourself, so you were thankful in that moment for the 180 pounds of hockey player squishing you, the way your arms wrapped around his waist, the sensation of his hoodie under your fingertips. You were thankful for the way the smell of his cologne and your laundry detergent surrounded you, how you could feel your breaths pushing up against his chest, the resistance calming, the way his face pressed into the crook of your neck like he could use his entire body to shield you from the outside world.

Each breath you took underneath him helped, each moment of being squashed was grounding. You found it easier to focus on the fact you were there, you were safe, you were okay. Each moment drained the adrenaline from your system like Quinn had opened the bee hive to let the swarm of bees escape your bloodstream. Like he'd physically removed the adrenaline himself.

Quinn doesn't even consider moving until he can feel your entire body go boneless, relaxed, till your breaths are even and slow. Even then he just lifts his head to look at you, arms bracketing either side of your head.

"Better?" You look exhausted, in the way you usually do after a panic attack, the influx of adrenaline having worn off and leaving you completely drained.

"Mmm, much better, thank you." You blink at him almost sleepily, but your smile is thankful, Quinn can't help but push forward and press a lazy kiss to your cheek, still keeping most of his weight on you.

"Don't need to thank me, baby, it's what i'm here for. 'm always going to look after you." He means it. He's pretty sure he has 2 goals in life: play good hockey and look after you. The latter he hopes he does for his entire life, it never feels like a chore to help you, he enjoys doing it. He likes that he can calm you down from a panic and that he knows how to make you smile after a long day. You make him feel needed, wanted.

"Can we just lie like this for a little longer?"

"Course. No rush, baby." Quinn settles himself back down on you, face pressed into your neck as your own does the same to him. The two of you lie like that for a while, until the weight of him stops being comforting and becomes a little too claustraphobic and constricting.

#huggy bear writes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes/reader #nhl x reader #nhl imagine

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isak-dot-gov · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Wife!Paige Bueckers x Reader

Word count: 3760(including lyrics)

Summary: Based on POV by Ariana Grande

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The sun had set, casting a golden hue over the reception hall. The evening had been filled with laughter, heartfelt toasts, and more than a few happy tears. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy and fulfilment as you looked around, seeing the people you loved most gathered to celebrate you and Paige. Your heart swelled with happiness as you watched her dance with her father, her face glowing with pure joy.

The band played softly in the background, setting the perfect mood for the intimate moment. Paige’s white suit sparkled under the soft lights, and her laughter rang out as she twirled around the dance floor. She caught your eye and winked, making your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t believe you were finally married to her, the woman who had captured your heart so completely.

As the song ended, Paige hugged her father before making her way back to you. She took your hand and pulled you into a warm embrace, her smile wide and genuine. “I can’t believe we’re finally married,” she whispered in your ear, her breath tickling your skin. “I’ve dreamed about this day for so long.”

You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Me too, Paige. Me too.”

Just then, the band leader stepped up to the microphone and cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” he announced. “We have a special surprise for our beautiful bride, Paige, courtesy of her lovely wife.”

Paige turned to you, her eyes wide with surprise. “What’s going on?” she asked, a mixture of curiosity and excitement in her voice.

You gave her a playful smile, squeezing her hand. “You’ll see,” you replied, guiding her to the front of the room where a microphone stood. As you approached, the lights dimmed slightly, and the room grew quiet with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped up to the microphone, your heart pounding in your chest. “Hi, everyone,” you began, your voice a little shaky. “First, I just want to thank all of you for being here today. It means the world to us to have our family and friends here to celebrate our love.”

The room erupted in cheers and applause, and you smiled, feeling the warmth of everyone’s support. Once the noise died down, you continued. “As most of you know, Paige has been joking for months about how I should sing at our wedding since I’m a singer. Well, I decided to take her up on that and do something special.”

Paige’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hands, clearly taken aback. She had mentioned in passing that it would be fun if you sang at the wedding, but she never imagined you’d actually do it. The room filled with excited whispers as everyone realised what was about to happen.

“I wrote a song just for you, Paige,” you said, turning to look at her, your eyes locking. “This is the first time I’m performing it, and I wanted it to be a surprise because I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”

Paige’s eyes filled with tears, and she nodded, her hand covering her heart. “I can’t believe you did this,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re amazing.”

You smiled, feeling your own eyes well up with tears. “You’re the amazing one,” you replied softly before turning back to the microphone. “So, here it is. This one’s for you, Paige.”

The orchestra, which had been setting up quietly behind you, began to play a soft, melodic intro. The sound of the piano mixed with the strings created a beautiful, ethereal atmosphere that filled the room. You took a deep breath, letting the music wash over you, and then you began to sing.

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Song Performance:

“It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride”

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As you sang the first verse, you kept your eyes fixed on Paige, every note carrying the depth of your love and the promises you had made to each other. The words flowed effortlessly, but each one held the weight of your heart, conveying feelings you had never been able to put into words before. It was as if the music was a direct line to your soul, sharing the love story you both had written over the years. Paige's reaction was immediate; her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and as the lyrics unfolded, those tears began to spill over, streaming down her cheeks.

She tried to smile, but the emotion was too overwhelming, her lips trembling as she fought to keep her composure. The love in her eyes was unmistakable, shining brightly despite the tears, reflecting back everything you were trying to convey through your song. When she reached up to wipe her tears away, her hand shook slightly, and you could see how much this moment was affecting her. Her gaze never wavered from yours, full of admiration, gratitude, and an intense affection that made your heart swell.

The room around you seemed to fade away, everyone captivated by the raw emotion in your voice, but for you, there was only Paige. It felt like you were singing just for her, in a bubble of your own making, where the rest of the world didn’t exist. You could feel a lump forming in your throat, the overwhelming urge to cry building up inside you. But you swallowed it down, pushing through, knowing you needed to finish this for her—for both of you.

Your voice wavered slightly as you continued, but you steadied yourself, focusing on the reason you were here, on the reason you had written this song in the first place. You wanted to give Paige a memory she would never forget, to show her just how much she meant to you, how deeply you cherished her. With every note, every word, you poured your heart out, letting her see the parts of you that were reserved only for her.

And as you did, you saw her reaction deepen, her tears coming faster now, spilling down her cheeks without restraint. Paige's shoulders shook with silent sobs, her hand clutching her chest as if to hold herself together. The sight made your own eyes sting with unshed tears, but you kept going, more determined than ever to give her the performance of a lifetime—a performance that would be etched in her heart forever.

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“I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view”

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The chorus was powerful, each word echoing with the intensity of your feelings for Paige. As you sang, you could see how deeply the lyrics resonated with her. Her hands were clasped tightly over her heart, almost as if she were trying to hold it together, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, glistening under the soft glow of the lights, and yet she smiled—an expression of pure, unfiltered love and adoration that made your heart swell. Paige was mouthing the words along with you, her lips moving silently to the rhythm of the song, as if every line was a secret she already knew by heart. It was as if the music had woven a cocoon around the two of you, making everyone else in the room fade away.

You could see the way her chest rose and fell with every breath, the way her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and the slight quiver of her lips as she tried to hold back a sob. The sight of her so moved by your words made your voice catch in your throat, a lump forming as you pushed through the next line. You could feel your own tears threatening to spill over, but you will yourself to keep going, to give Paige the performance she deserved.

The connection between you was palpable, an unspoken understanding that this moment was just for the two of you. You felt a surge of emotion like a wave crashing over you, overwhelming in its intensity. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the microphone, but you knew, deep down, that this was exactly how you wanted to express your love for her. Every word, every note was a piece of your soul, laid bare for her and everyone else to see. You had always been able to communicate best through music, and tonight was no different. This song was a promise, a vow of your commitment and devotion, and the look on Paige's face told you that she understood that completely.

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“I'm getting used to receiving

Still getting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine”

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As you continued to sing, you saw Paige’s expression change from surprise to awe. The initial shock of hearing you sing something so personal and profound gave way to a softer, more vulnerable look. Her eyes, wide with wonder, began to glisten with unshed tears, reflecting the warm glow of the lights that surrounded you both. She was completely mesmerised, her gaze locked onto yours as if she were afraid to blink and miss even a second of this moment. Every note, every word seemed to resonate with her on a deep, emotional level. You could see her lips part slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

The way she looked at you, like you were the only person in the world, made your heart flutter with an intensity you had never felt before. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of you, sharing this intimate moment in front of all your loved ones. Her eyes, filled with love and admiration, spoke volumes; they told you that she saw you in a way no one else ever had, that she understood every part of you—the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the flawed. It was a look that made you feel truly seen and cherished, a look that promised forever.

The song was more than just a performance; it was a confession, a testament to the deep connection you shared. Every line was a piece of your heart, laid bare for her and everyone else to see. It was your way of telling Paige everything you had ever wanted to say, all the things that words alone could never fully capture. The melody carried the weight of your love, the rhythm echoing the beat of your heart as it pounded in your chest. Each verse unveiled a layer of your soul, a vulnerable yet powerful display of your devotion to her.

As you sang, you could feel the energy in the room shift, the air thick with emotion. You were no longer just performing a song; you were sharing a piece of your soul, inviting everyone to witness the depth of your feelings for Paige. The lyrics spoke of your insecurities, your fears, your hopes, and your dreams—things you had only ever shared with her in the quiet moments of your relationship. And now, here you were, putting it all out there, not caring who saw because this was for her, and she deserved to know just how much she meant to you.

You could feel the tears welling up in your own eyes as you poured your heart out into the song. It was as if every word, every note was a declaration of your love, a promise to always cherish and honour the bond you shared. And as you sang, you realised that this moment, this song, was the most honest and genuine thing you had ever done. It was a reminder of why you fell in love with her in the first place, and why you would continue to love her for the rest of your life.

The orchestra swelled behind you, the music lifting your voice higher, carrying it across the room like a wave. You could see the effect it was having on Paige; her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her lips trembling as she fought to keep her emotions in check. It was clear that she was deeply moved, overwhelmed by the raw honesty of your performance. And in that moment, you knew that this was the greatest gift you could ever give her—a song that captured the essence of your love, a love that was unbreakable, unshakeable, and eternal.

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“I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view”

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The chorus repeated, its melody filling the room with an almost palpable sense of emotion. Each note seemed to carry a piece of your heart, and as you sang, you could feel the intensity of the emotions in the room rising to an overwhelming crescendo.

Paige’s reaction was both heart-wrenching and beautiful. Her tears flowed freely now, her cheeks glistening under the soft lights. She had initially tried to hold back her emotions, but as the lyrics spoke directly to her heart, she could no longer contain the depth of her feelings. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, and every now and then, a sob escaped her lips, echoing softly through the room.

You could see how deeply moved she was by the performance. Her eyes were filled with a mix of awe and profound love, and it was clear that the song was touching her on a level far beyond what words could express. It was as if every word you sang was a direct reflection of her own emotions, resonating with the love and commitment you both shared.

The room seemed to hold its breath, enveloped in the raw and powerful atmosphere created by the song. The guests, though visibly moved, watched quietly, giving space to the intimate moment unfolding before them. The orchestra played with a delicate intensity, enhancing the emotional depth of the performance, while you poured every ounce of your being into the song.

Your heart ached with a tender, almost painful love as you observed Paige. Her reaction was a testament to the strength of your bond, and seeing her so profoundly affected by your gift made every moment of writing and rehearsing the song worthwhile. The way her eyes locked onto yours, filled with unspoken gratitude and affection, made you feel as though you were the only two people in the world at that moment.

You continued to sing, your voice steady despite the emotions threatening to overwhelm you. The connection between you and Paige was tangible, almost electrifying, and it was as if the entire room had become a cocoon of love and vulnerability. The chorus repeated, each iteration deepening the emotional impact, and you could feel the collective heartbeat of everyone present, pulsing in sync with the song.

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“I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

*Girl*, I be impatient, but now I'm out here

Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly

Fallin', got me right

I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')

All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away, I”

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As you transitioned into the bridge, your voice took on a softer, more vulnerable quality. The intensity of the chorus had given way to a more intimate, reflective moment, and you allowed your emotions to shine through with every note. Your eyes remained fixed on Paige, not wanting to miss even a flicker of her reaction. The connection between you was palpable, as if the music had woven an invisible thread that bound your hearts together.

The room, previously filled with murmurs and soft clinks of glasses, had fallen into an almost reverent silence. Every person present seemed to be holding their breath, captivated by the tender, heartfelt performance unfolding before them. The orchestra played with a delicate precision, their instruments echoing the emotions that swirled through the air. The notes of the song seemed to hang in the atmosphere, each one adding to the building crescendo of feeling.

You could sense the emotional tide rising, the intensity of the moment reaching its peak. The soft strains of the bridge created a space where raw, unfiltered emotions could come to the forefront. Your voice wavered slightly, not from lack of strength but from the sheer weight of the sentiment you were pouring into the performance. Each word felt like a thread of your soul being laid bare, and you could feel the collective emotion of the room, as if everyone was collectively experiencing the song’s depth.

Paige’s gaze remained locked on yours, her eyes brimming with tears that reflected the soft glow of the stage lights. Her expression was a mix of pure love, admiration, and an almost overwhelming gratitude. You could see how deeply she was affected by the song, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not capture. The way she looked at you was both heartwarming and heart-wrenching, a silent testament to the profound impact your performance was having on her.

As the lyrics of the bridge flowed from your lips, you noticed Paige’s eyes glistening with a mixture of happiness and vulnerability. Her gaze was fixed on you, her expression tender and filled with an unspoken appreciation. It was as though the music had unlocked a wellspring of emotions within her, and her eyes communicated a gratitude that was too immense to articulate.

The intensity of the moment seemed to grow with each passing second. The emotional buildup was almost tangible, creating an atmosphere charged with raw, heartfelt energy. You could feel the connection between you and Paige intensify, as if the music had bridged the space between your souls. Her silent reaction spoke volumes, revealing the depth of her feelings and the profound effect your song had on her.

As you continued to sing, the room remained enveloped in that profound silence, everyone absorbed in the beauty of the moment. The bridge of the song served as a poignant culmination of the emotions that had been building throughout the performance. Your voice softened, and the lyrics resonated deeply, capturing the essence of the love you shared with Paige. The moment was one of pure, unfiltered emotion, and the mutual understanding between you and Paige was as powerful as the song itself.

You saw how her gratitude and admiration shone through her eyes, her expression a blend of awe and heartfelt emotion. It was a powerful reminder of the bond you both shared and the depth of your love. As the final notes of the bridge faded away, the room seemed to exhale in unison, the collective breath of everyone present a testament to the impact of the performance. In that moment, you knew that the song had accomplished exactly what you had hoped—it had captured the essence of your love for Paige and conveyed it in a way that words alone could never fully express.

As you neared the end of the chorus, Paige reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she touched her heart, a gesture that spoke volumes. The sight of her so openly moved, her face radiant with tears of joy and love, filled you with an indescribable sense of fulfilment. It was a moment of pure connection, a manifestation of the love you shared, and it made your heart swell with an overwhelming, heartfelt ache.

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“I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)

Yeah”

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As you sang the final chorus, you could feel the love radiating from Paige. She was openly weeping, her face a mix of joy and awe. You could see how much this meant to her, how much she appreciated the effort you had put into writing and performing this song just for her.

When the last note faded, the room erupted in applause, and you could see everyone on their feet, cheering and clapping. But all you could focus on was Paige, who was running up to you, tears streaming down her face.

She threw her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I love you so much.”

You smiled, your own tears spilling over as you hugged her back. “I love you too, Paige. More than words can say.”

You pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “I wanted to do something special for you, something that would show you how much I love you.”

Paige smiled, wiping away her tears. “You did more than that,” she replied softly. “You showed me just how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’m so grateful to be your wife.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against hers. “And I’m grateful to be yours,” you whispered before kissing

her gently, sealing the moment with a promise of forever.

As the room continued to cheer and applaud, you held Paige close, knowing that this was just the beginning of your beautiful journey together. And you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

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Isak speaks: Uhhhh... hi lol. Ik I kinda disappeared for a few weeks but I promise I'm currently writing a bunch of stuff for the next few weeks. So nobody hate me please

I'm also trying out using pictures for my fics(i was originally too lazy to do it but I always thought they looked so cool on other peoples fics so here we are), lmk what you guys think.

bye bye :)

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #wbb #uconn women’s basketball #uconn x reader #uconn huskies

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stellar-haikyuu · 5 months ago

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rhythm of the game ☆ kita shinsuke x reader

synopsis: third-year reader is the inarizaki band leader. they have always admired kita from afar, but never had a reason to talk to him—until now. details: fluff, ~1.2k words, gn! reader, relationship leading towards romantic. warnings: none!

Doing one last run through your lists and music sheets, you excuse yourself from the band room to search for the volleyball team’s new captain.

Semestral planning and club application season have kept you and the other third years busy over the summer break. With the myriad of teams that Inarizaki’s orchestra band plays for, you’ve also had to coordinate and schedule meetings with them.

Naturally, your band conductor—who happens to be your best friend—immediately assigned you to the volleyball team.

“If you’re lucky, you might see him again,” she had teased, a knowing look in her eye. You heart fluttered a little at the possibility of seeing your crush. It’s been a while.

When you walk into the gym, you’re hit with some sense of comfort. The gym has felt like your third home for the past three years. The band practice room claims second place, of course.

As always, the Miya twins are off in a corner bickering about something. A few other team members surround them, either entertained or concerned. Suna, without fail, is documenting everything.

You look around for the coaches, but they are nowhere to be found.

Looks like I’ve gotta ask the members myself.

But before you approach them, a glimpse of white, fluffy hair in the corner of your eye catches your attention.

Make no mistake, it’s Kita Shinsuke who enters the gym. He pauses mid-step, noticing the commotion.

You wonder what he’s going to do next, but then his eyes lock onto yours.

Woah.

Many have shared how incredibly unnerving it is to be under Kita’s direct gaze. It’s like a quiet force that measures you in an instant.

You’ve heard the whispers from the team members themselves—how his eyes seem to say everything before he opens his mouth.

The intensity of his deep, brown irises catch you off guard, but they’re not as terrifying as everyone says. In fact, something changes as the seconds pass by. You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but his eyes seem to soften.

“Good afternoon,” he greets you with a perfect bow.

You snap out of your trance to return the gesture. “Good afternoon, Kita-san!” Before you introduce yourself, he surprises you.

“You’re the band leader this year, right?”

How did he know?

“Y-yeah.” You stammer. Your interactions with him have been limited to fleeting glances and short nods. The extended attention leaves you a little flustered.

“Well, congratulations,” he says, a small grin lighting up his face. “You deserve it, after all yer hard work.”

He smiled at me. He congratulated me. Hard work? Has he been watching? Why is he telling-

You realize you’ve been staring for a bit too long.

“Th-thanks, Kita-san,” your voice shakes a little, almost revealing your internal giddiness. “Means a lot.”

Just then, you notice the number on his jersey.

Number 1.

The captain’s mark.

A gasp escapes before you can stop it.

“Is somethin’ the matter-”

“You!” You look up at him again, pointing at his shirt.

Kita’s eyes widen a little. You’ve never seen that expression on his face before, but you don’t blame him; even your sudden exclamation takes you aback.

“It’s- you’re the captain this year?”

“I…I am,” Kita’s composure falters for a moment.

“Oh my goodness, really?” Your excitement bubbles over, unable to remain contained.

“Ya seem real…happy about it.” He notes, eyebrows lifting.

“‘Course I am!” You beam at him. “I’ve always seen how good ya play, even if it’s practice. You’re so reliable, on and off the court.”

You see him open his mouth to respond, but you can’t help yourself from continuing.

“Dunno if this makes sense, but you keep the rhythm of the game going. You know exactly how to keep yer members in check. It’s just- I’ve always thought ya were the perfect choice. Like you deserve it, y’know?”

When you finish rambling, a deafening silence hits. You glance around to see that the entire gym has gone still.

The twins are literally frozen mid-argument, Atsumu’s collar clenched in Osamu’s grip. The rest of the team, even the coaches—who’ve somehow appeared unnoticed—are staring.

Suna’s even pointing the camera at you and Kita.

Oh my god.

You look back at him, heat creeping up your neck. “Ah. Sorry, Kita-san. I may have overdone it. But, uh, what I meant to say was, congrats.”

He stares at you for a moment longer, and for the first time since you’ve known him, Kita Shinsuke lets out a laugh. Soft and warm.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Your cheeks burn, trying to ignore the weight of everyone’s stares.

Somehow, Kita reads your mind.

“Alright, everyone, please start your warm ups,” he addresses the team. “Suna, please put the phone away.”

Immediately, all heads turn the other way, the Miya twins’ argument seemingly forgotten. Suna begrudgingly shoves his phone back into his pocket as footsteps start to echo around the gym.

“Thanks,” you exhale, grateful for the reprieve.

“So, what brings you here today?” Kita inquires and you nearly facepalm.

“Ah.” You pause to clear your throat. “Came to ask about the new captain, but I guess I figured that out on my own.”

The corners of Kita’s eyes crinkle slightly. “Looks like it.”

“Yeah.” You huff in amusement before continuing. “Anyway, I wanted to give you a heads up. The band will be comin’ by next week to observe practice. The newbies need to get a feel of the game.”

He hums in approval. “Sounds good. I appreciate the effort you all put into it.”

“Thanks.” You lower your voice. “We’ve also gotta prep for Atsumu’s background music request during his serves.”

Kita sighs with a hint of fond exasperation. “He’s been talkin’ about that for weeks while practicing his jump floaters. Hope it’s not too much trouble.”

You wave your hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s kinda fun. Boosts morale, anyway.”

“Alright.” He nods thoughtfully. “As long as you say so.”

Before the conversation ends, an idea pops into your head.

“Wait, Kita-san?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want a theme too? For your serves?”

Kita looks genuinely startled, like a deer caught in the headlights. You think it’s kinda cute.

“Me? I don’t think I need one.”

You shake your head insistently. “Aw, come on! You do pinch servin’ right?”

“Yes, but, I’m sure you already have a lot on your plate. I don’t want to stress you out.”

“Kita-san,” you say his name firmly. “I wanna score it.”

The absolute conviction in your voice causes a silence to settle between you both. You wonder if you’ve broken him.

“I’m- no, we’re here to back you up.”

When did I get this bold?

You can hear your heart beating in your ears as you wait for his response.

“You’re sure?” His voice wavers a little, but you pretend not to notice.

“Yeah. Promise.”

Kita holds your gaze, and for a moment, neither of you can look away.

Then, slowly, his lips curve into a smile that feels like staring at the sunrise.

“Alright,” he replies with a lighter tone. “I’m sure you’ll come up with somethin’ great.”

The corners of your mouth instinctively tug upward as he continues.

“Besides, I’m not the only one here who keeps the rhythm of the game goin'.”

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6ixtoru · 2 months ago

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SINFUL WATCHERS | 01

pairing: s. geto x f!reader // w.c 1.6k

synopsis: Geto Suguru, moulded by the hefty hands of the Lord himself, and his brazen suggestion for him and distant friend/classmate L/n Y/n (Satan's favourite poem and existence opposed by heaven's residents) to anonymously post a video of their lewd entanglement on twitter proves to be more hazardous than one would think. Who knew one viral video could overturn God's plan?

warnings: 18+, heavy smut, modern!uni/alternative!AU, forbidden romance (?), fwb, angst, uploading of NSFW content by characters (basically Twitter p0rn stars), blasphemy, religious imagery/symbolism

series m // chapter 02

PORN WAS A sensitive matter depending on the individual discussing the controversial industry that had hypnotised many citizens upon the temporary abode otherwise known as Earth. Its supremacy upon an individual's mental state was hazardous and damning to witness when one gradually succumbed to preferring actors faking a climax over their partner whom they shared a bed with.

One take on the matter differed from another as others with a sensible control over their senses and the amount of content they engrossed viewed the idea of filming taboo content as a meaningful gift from God, a thoughtful act despite his low tolerance for sinners who consciously denied his existence-or if aware then willingly ignored his presence. To those engrossed with erotic stunts, it indeed was a blessing from the heavily adored heavens above, regardless of whether one wanted to admit it or not.

Almost everyone was entranced by seeing (usually) two bodies functioning effortlessly. A duet consisting of instruments were partnered to perform a deceiving harmony one tried to shield from elders' earshot and bleary sight. The involvement of more figures indicated the commencement of a musical band preparing to convert all their sensual components into a well-composed orchestra - a flow of bodies beautifying the negative perceptions tied to orgies and intercourse with more than one party.

To be more precise, indecorous acts compared to rhapsodies only the gifted could perpetrate shared organisation, composition and utter precision - unfortunately, another trait between the two was complete genericness.

Though the tunes that flowed soothed the tense air and shifted the thousands present into a convivial crowd with each breath blown, every chord plucked and greeted ear canals with pleasantries, formulated rhymes were old classics which could only be appreciated by a specific group and intended for those of older status. The younger generation typically classed the symphonic concerts as a bore, the same view carried for scripted erotica.

The exaggerated moans, artificial orgasms, and crappy storylines; it indeed was embarrassing. Yet, once homemade videos debuted, one never endured the urge to complain - instead, enthralled by a twosome formulating guileless symphonies whilst in a comfortable setting, able to relax and genuinely endure a release without the physicality of multiple spectators gathered in anticipation before exclaiming 'we captured the shot!'.

The DIY media project was a novelty concept introduced once the frenzy around social media grew, innovating the familiarity around filming sexual intercourse for the sole pleasure of being accessed by users across the nation and likely within differing regions who could witness sincere desire spew. Each video uploaded by those lacking acting expertise embraced their anonymity and desperateness as their tongues spritzed with spontaneity savoured the intoxication of stardom; the idea confining dedicated lovers and their steamy lust onto a fresh loop of intrigue.

Scripts no longer existed nor were required. Lousy cliches like a lifeguard and a beach babe attempting to enjoy the poolside ceased to receive the public's commendation again.

Those who filmed themselves were qualified to remain authentic because there was no rule to control their speech and forge their emotions. Viewers listened as honey-coated cries of unlawful pleasure dripped from the mouths of humans trapped in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

Most of the clips skipped introductions and delved into the main act, which removed the annoyance of one filtering across the thin line of timestamps to the part they anticipated - another benefit scribbled on the side of positives as it's directness formed the viewing experience far more superior and convenient.

Some were snippets, others were extensive. Heaps of content sprinkled with the tenderness of homey authenticity existed with the involvement of fore-play being included. Regardless, the watcher succumbed to the throbbing desire within and was washed in a sexual mood as arousal spiked within the depths of themselves and heightened rapidity.

What better place than the specific social platform formally associated with a blue background and white bird?

A site lacking monetary requirement to view most categories of porn as the moderators of the boundless forum permitted the distribution of drooling content, threads of carnal exposure that kept one's legs trembling, senses soothed and sheets dampened via a few splurged liquidations of dismantled frustration afterwards infused into the linen. The self-love people achieved through any pleasurable recording was astonishing.

"What a sin. How disrespectful of yourself to watch such filth. What a disgraceful human being." is the thought of those who held themselves in high regard as exquisite saints announced in a tone of pure judgement.

Seeing those in utter bliss, how horrifying and shameless?

"He's watching from above. Eyes beady and shaking his head at how easily you fell into that sin you could've overall avoided".

Had anyone knowingly respected the mindset of refraining from sexual enjoyment? Genuinely, had anyone, especially surrounded by the current generation's outlook, bothered to pay attention to scarcity? Maybe those who willingly carried the pressure of pursuing the role of an exemplary human had - yet even those who attempted to defame the normalcy of overt fornication suffered from a minuscule glance.

Regardless of belief in any religion and hierarchy, bewilderment scorched one's sight when viewing their first pornography, questioning their inquisitiveness and why they had searched such matters to begin with. Yet, consciousness failed to register as the encouraging appeal clung to each of the viewer's lashes and forced their eyes wide - intrigue replaced the need to pause and dispersed the guilt clogging their mind.

Instead, that person purposely continued and, if too immersed, slipped a hand into their underwear.

In those moments, all that mattered was themselves, which was the exact case for L/n Y/n - a deceivingly beautiful female whose sharp eyes, both taunting and tempting, were curtained by her wispy lashes that remained unmoved whilst anticipating the next scene concerning the shuddering actress displayed on her dimly lit screen, tuning in to her surroundings with pure concentration from time to time.

With caution integrated beneath her actions, it could be mistaken Y/n hadn't been involved with masturbation and that it was her first time roped into a dangerous situation of this sort. Her pupils, soon to be a pitiful tunnel for the hypnotised, were currently fogged with desperation and disrupted by a few y/h/c strands which had escaped the chunk tucked behind her ear, her hair colour complementary against her complexion doused with a clammy sheen.

But alas, this had occurred many times prior. Clearly, no regrets weighed upon her, or she wouldn't have found herself in this situation.

There was nobody to be on high alert for in her basic studio apartment (a gift reserved by her late father, knowing his daughter would be of the studious sort and expand her knowledge beyond the attendance of the required education institutions as her bills remained managed by her widowed mother) - yet the thought a stranger could invite themselves in and catch her in such an indecent act stirred a common fear within her.

Y/n nipped her lip in frustration whilst her blown eyes fixated upon the masturbating brunette displayed on her screen, who exaggeratedly squealed from the vibrant toy sliding in and out of her, painfully stretching her apart.

The female - who was usually studying - thighs ached from the knotted tension as she heavily inhaled once her fingers, enveloped by her tender walls, curled to the right. Pleasure overwhelmed her distorted senses when the soft pads of her fingers left the comforting slick of her entrance and began vigorously rubbing her sensitive clit in fast, circular motions.

A faint whimper of desperation plagued the stuffy air once she ruthlessly shoved around her clit in various directions - her mind utterly distracted with her determination to come undone until every fraction of stress settled between the crooks of her limbs was dispelled.

She whined, pursing her pouty lips together once a familiar coil twisted deep inside the pit of her stomach, one she sensed would deteriorate any second now, with her back painfully arched and nipples perked from prior tormenting. A suffocating stroke of sticky heat clung to her skin.

Soon enough, after several low moans of self-encouragement and aggressive stroking, ivory streams of the very last remains of her innocence cloaked her exhausted fingers in the form of delicate cum which trickled onto her palace of rest that resembled a pretty flower-bed now poisoned by a patch of detested fun.

Her body slightly trembled from the semi-frustrating experience of self-pleasure before the messy fingers she had admired dressed in angelic white slithered down her naked form, once more cupping her sensitive vagina.

"Oh fuck." she exhaled with a diabolical grin.

Y/n limply collapsed against her headboard that supported her slouched figure now doused with the eternal blaze belonging to her new supporter who owned a pointy tale and enticing horns.

Guilt people typically experienced wasn't as common nowadays - the remorse within Y/n had perished a little while ago as the mindset that she satisfy her own needs and should not acquire guilt afterwards diminished her final opportunity to be viewed as one of righteousness.

Although the female in question merely enjoyed viewing sexual videos here and there, in due time, she would be the transfixion of a certain fraction of the public and labelled a hidden gem when involved in another student's company. Thousands would desire her soul from one watch of her and another's abruptly posted content.

Amongst those sinful watchers, a minor group of youthful adults who were dear companions to both Y/n and her partner would collapse into his and her palms, too.

a/n: sorry to those who are having to re read all dis

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #suguru geto smut #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #fanfiction

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xetlynn · 4 months ago

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zaun high school- a viktor fic.

introduction.

A public school, known as the city’s trashy excuse of a building. Meant for students in the lower class. Never to be great. Never to be something. Until a new principal comes in, Mel Medarda, will she change it for the better? Or will it forever and always remain the city’s garbage. Let’s watch together.

Episode One: pilot

The introduction to the documentary of Zaun High School.

Episode Two: The First Day First day of school and it doesn't seem to be going good for the teachers of Zaun High School...

Episode Three: ???

Episode Four: ???

Episode Five: ???

Episode Six: ???

Episode Seven: ???

Episode Eight: ???

[Name] [Last Name]

27, orchestra/band teacher

Viktor E.

28, chemistry teacher

Jayce Tallis

30, social studies teacher

Violet

28, p.e./ health coach

Caitlyn Kirraman

28, english teacher

Powder

24, wood shop teacher

Ekko

25, art teacher

Mel Medarda

30, the principal

More info: There will be Jayce x Mel moments. Caitlyn x Vi along with Ekko x powder. This is a viktor x reader but this will also be a story for all the other arcane characters. They will be heavily included in this au story.

Taglist: LMK if you want to be added!

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madamechrissy · 8 months ago

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Rough sex, dirty talk, drug use, light angst

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 12 - Masterlist- Playlist

Chapter 13

The air inside the grand ballroom thrummed with a hushed excitement, elegant chandeliers of gold and crystal hung down from the domed ceilings. Champagne flutes clinked, murmurs of the large crowd mingling, whispers and laughter. Music was being played live, a band was playing in one corner, orchestra in the other, and in nooks there were live singers.

It was insanely huge and overwhelming, such opulence you had not even seen, even at the charity ball, where it all started. Your whirlwind of a time with your boss, with your boyfriend… with your love, Satoru Gojo. And here he was, next to you, tall and sleek and just gorgeous in his charcoal three piece suit, black dress shirt underneath with a blue silk tie that nearly matched his eyes.

You turned to him, adjusting his tie just a bit at the entrance, and he looked down at you, smirking, goddamn charming, making your cheeks flush. You two stand there for a moment, you in that sapphire dress, shimmering under the lights, and you notice his eyes drifting down to your cleavage, heated, his grip tightening a bit on your waist.

“I kinda wanna take you back home already and fuck you again.” He murmurs, leaning down. You take a breath, hiding your smile against his chest as you lean against it for a moment.

“I’m sore, you know.” You tease. He snorts, pulling back with a devious grin and an eye roll.

“Your stamina is still shit, baby.”

“I’m trying! Now, mind out of the gutter, Sir. We have mingling to do.” You take his hand, guiding him down the stairs, through the throngs of people. You two started greeting everyone, exchanging polite small talk, and you watched Gojo ease just a bit as you hold on to his hand.

Gojo’s mother is there, looking drop dead gorgeous in her black gown, those genetics were crazy, you muse. She smiles warmly as you both walk up to her, hugging Satoru, and then hugging you, familiarly, making your heart happy. She was so warm and inviting.

“It’s so good to see you two. You look beautiful.” She gestures to your dress, you flush, smiling.

“Thank you, so do you Masako!”

“Ah, thanks darling. And Satoru, you look so handsome…” She puts a concerned hand on his shoulder, tilting her head a bit. “Are you alright?”

“Fucking amazing, mom.” He says sarcastically, throwing back a glass. His mom sighs, coming to you and leaning close, whispering in your ear.

“Keep an eye on him tonight, please…”

“Of course.” You hold her hand, smiling softly, realizing how much she cares for him, making you a little wistful of your own mom. You think she would really have loved Satoru.

“Stop gossiping, you two.” Gojo scowls over at you all, and hands you both a glass of champagne. “A cheers.”

“Yes, cheers. To what, Satoru?” His mom asks, and he smirks, holding his champagne flute out, you both join him.

“To the prettiest bitches here. All three of us.” He winks, and then you all start laughing, your glasses clinking together.

“He’s ridiculous. But, I love him.” She says softly, as someone turns to talk to Satoru then. You sigh, nodding.

“I do too… I- Oh this must seem so sudden!”

“No, not at all. Satoru has been going on about you for years. I knew he had it bad, he’s like a little school boy who picks on girls he likes.”

You feel warmth through you, as the champagne tickles your nose and you take another sip of the fruity drink, giggling. “It’s so funny, because I thought we hated each other, but now… I can’t really picture before. It’s like I’ve always been with him. Even though it's very new.”

“That makes me very happy. He needs someone to take care of him sometimes, even though he’s a stubborn little shit.” She giggles with you this time, and you eye Satoru, so tall and handsome, the suit fitting him perfectly… and the love in his pretty blue eyes when he winks over at you two.

“I’m trying. He is stubborn.”

You both start talking more, about the plans for the evening and what time everything was happening, and soon Satoru was next to you, big hand on the small of your back. You look up to him with a smile, and he kisses the top of your head, so sweetly.

“You two are already best friends, huh?” He asks, and Masako smiles.

“Sure are. She likes me better than you.”

“Such evil women around me.” He rolls his eyes and you two laugh.

“I do love her already.” You reach a hand out, and she takes it with a wink. Gojo smiles, and there's genuine happiness in his features. “Don’t lie, Satoru, you’re totally happy about it too.”

“Happy about you two teaming up against me? Not at all.” His mom shoves at him, then the mood in the room sobers up a bit, and you feel the energy shift.

Satoru’s back was rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. His eyes, normally filled with warmth and a playful glint, were narrowed. His gaze is fixed on the entrance, and yours joined it, as a moment later, the doors swung open, revealing a man with slicked-back hair and a smile that radiated an arrogance. He was older but rather handsome, and when you saw his eyes you knew…

Gojo’s dad.

He had many men with him, along with a lady likely younger than you clinging to his arm, and he seems to narrow in on you three. He walks down, making a beeline towards you. You gently squeeze his arm, but his jaw clenched, a vein throbbing in his temple, he is so stiff…

“Father.” Satoru said, his voice as sharp as a knife, he didn't offer a smile, not even a nod, it was like the word itself hurt him.

“Satoru.” His father replied, his voice smooth and well practiced, he had an air of elegance but also something just… sleazy about him. Though you saw Gojo looked somewhat like him, their energy was nothing alike. He stepped forward, his eyes flicking over you with a dismissive glance. “And the lovely lady…”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Satoru looks down at you, his eyes are so intense at that moment you could see every emotion in them. He tells him your name, and his dad takes your hand, kissing the back of it.

“You are a vision, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You smile a bit, but feel Gojo’s energy, hot and angry next to you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gojo.”

“You’re the assistant, right?” You nod, and he smirks, looking at Satoru with a lifted brow. “Ah, fucking the secretaries are you? Maybe you are a little bit more like me than you thought.”

Gojo goes to lunge and you hold him back, as does his mother on his other arm, damn near impossible as you two were short as fuck and Gojo towered over you, stupidly strong. But you managed. His dad was grinning now, enjoying the rise he got, Masako clears her throat.

“She’s his lead assistant, she damn near runs things, wouldn’t call her a secretary, dear .” She says, and Gojo breathes, just a little, but his anger radiates through the area.

“She’s my everything.” You all turn to look at him, his words through gritted teeth, make you fucking swoon, tears pricking your eyes.

“And he’s my everything, your son. We’ve worked together for a couple of years, professionally, it’s recent that we have found ourselves… in love.” You say softly, smiling up at Satoru, before turning back to his dad. “You have quite an amazing son. The best man I know, actually.”

His dad blinks for a moment, then snorts, snatching up a glass from a tray rather rudely, sipping it and eyeing you up and down leisurely. “I guess I can see what he sees, you do have a nice set of-”

“Would your wife like to join us? To say hello.” You cut him off, expertly, and he seems to enjoy the game of trying to infuriate Gojo. He chuckles and looks to Satoru, who you have no clue how he has not gone off the deep end.

“She’s feisty. Bet she’s fun.” He says to him, Gojo clings to you tightly. “A great starter wife in my opinion, looks classy versus the usual trash.”

“Not everyone has fucking starter wives. When I get married that’ll be fucking it, no matter what.” Gojo is holding you so tightly you feel his tension throughout your own body, but his words made you feel such longing… for something you had not fathomed quite yet…

Marrying him.

It was sort of a fantasy for now, but the words reassured you that if he ever wanted to, you would feel…

No, don’t think that… It's crazy! In two weeks you two had gone from like enemies to lovers. Damn near a romance trope. You can’t expect all of that to come into play as well, could you?

“You’re young, yet, Satoru. Still some growing up to do.” His dad patted him on the shoulder, and he shook it off in disgust.

“I’m damn near thirty, I’m no child. I’ll not have you disrespecting her.”

“I meant nothing but a compliment.”

“Uh huh.”

“Guys, why don’t we head to the hall! The speeches are first, after all, I know Satoru is going to do great.” Masako cuts in, and Gojo then gives his mom a kiss on the head.

“I’ll catch you in there.” She nods, dealing with Gojo’s dad, who watched you both with some sadistic look on his face.

Gojo yanks you by your hand, and he’s pulling you forward, further, further, until you all are in the bathroom. You pause, as he locks the door, the bathroom was absolutely huge, with a chaise lounge, fancy stalls with lacquered doors, and huge black marble counters. Gilded gold fixtures, even small little chandeliers hung overhead.

You look to Gojo, who’s clearly furious, panting, his eyes mad. You hold him, by his arms, studying him. “Baby… look at me, please?”

He does, still trembling with anger, unable to think. “I really need to take a fucking bump right now. You told me to fucking tell you.” He bit out, and you felt emotion in your throat, sighing, shaking your head.

“Thank you, Satoru… but you don’t need it. Promise.”

“Did you hear what he fucking said?” He grabs you by your waist, pressing you against his hard frame, then lifting you to where your legs are just dangling there, you feel helpless and small, but cling to his neck.

“It didn’t bother me because none of it is true.” You hug him tightly, sighing, inhaling his scent. “You would never do that.”

“If we married…”

You both grew silent, and tension rose in the little bathroom, as he held you in your flowing gown, you held him in his sexy ass suit. In the fanciest bathroom, hiding from his rather annoying fucking dad. The words in the air made everything loud, your breathing, your heart beats, the sound of rustling as he slid you back down his body, gently.

You both gaze at each other, lips parted, saying more with that look than anything else could.

“I know you would make the best husband.”

He smiles, a bit sad, eyes shimmering. “You’d be a nagging bitch.”

“Satoru!” You shove him, then, and he keeps ahold of you, laughing, grinning, and you instantly feel relief that you could be there. “A nagging bitch, really?”

“Mmhmm. A hot one.”

“You’re a dick, l take it back now.” You turn your head and cross your arms, he yanks you back to him, bending down and holding your face.

“You make me so fucking… fuck I suck at this.” You smile, loving when he opens himself, when he shows you that beautiful heart in there. You know everything he says is true to himself.

“No, no it’s gonna be sappy, do it.” You wiggle your brows.

“You make me really happy, little brat.” You yank him down to kiss you, sighing into his lips.

“So happy you’d deal with a nag forever?” You ask, teasingly, words against his mouth.

“Sure the fuck would. The pussy is the real reason why.”

“Shut up!”

“Mmhmm.” You all kiss for another moment, then you pull back.

“We need to get back out there, or we’ll end up fucking on this fancy lounge.” You point to it, and he looks there, then yanks you up, pressing you down on it, you wiggle out of his hold, you’re both laughing. “Babe! Be serious.”

“I’m serious. Very.” He kisses you softly, pressing you into the couch, and you wildly think about just staying there under him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Mnh… don’t… Satoru…”

“Just let me enjoy this for a minute. Then we’ll go back to the shitshow.” He whispers, against your throat, kissing down it, hot and wet little kisses with nips of his teeth and flicks of his tongue, shooting pleasure through you, goosebumps on the arms he caressed. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You murmur, eyes shut, head tilting back as he continues his sweet little pecks. “All I did was nag you.”

His laugh is hot on your throat. “Thank you for calming me down. Distracting me. I know that’s what you’re doing.”

You cling to his suit, moaning softly when he kisses up your jaw. “I told you, I��m here for you. No matter what. Mmm, you’re making me wet… stop.”

“Why are you always so easy for me, hmm?” He is back to your lips, but he pauses, looking down at you, your noses touching barely. He’s so perfect, you think, as you caress his pretty face.

“Because you’re Satoru Gojo. How couldn’t I be? Look at you.” You run your hands down his dress shirt, nipping his lower lip just a bit, desire pooling deep in your tummy, insatiable.

“Look at you , so fucking beautiful . I want to bury myself inside you right now.” He hisses the words, and you whimper, aching, cunt dripping against the lacy panties under your gown.

“Fuck.” Was all you manage, and he holds you as you tremble.

“Yeah, Fuck.” He exhales, then gently eases off you, helping you up, smirking a bit as he looks down. “Your nipples are just poking through this dress now.”

“Are they? Shit.” You look down and hold them, trying to calm them down, and he bursts out laughing, earning your glare.

“Let’s go, perky tits.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, you two walk back out, but you peek back over your shoulder, thinking of what was just shared, hopeful about the evening.

“Let’s do it.” You take his hand, and you all are back in the throng of people, many of who stare as you walk by, heading to your reserved table.

You see Suguru and Nanami there, as well as Shoko, who all came to hug Gojo and you, Geto and Nanami in black tuxedos, Shoko in a pretty burgundy dress, along with two women who looked familiar but you couldn’t place it. One, crazy curvaceous with icy blue braids, the other had long dark hair, petite and pretty, a little scar across her cheek that made her look unique.

The blue haired one hugs Gojo tightly, before he introduces you to her. “Mei Mei, darling. You’re so pretty. Where have you hid her, Satoru?”

“I made her work a lot.” He teases, and you greet her.

“You are so pretty too!”

“Stop flirting.” Gojo mumbles, then Mei Mei laughs.

“Afraid I’ll steal her?”

“Fuck yeah I am.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You greet her, kissing her cheek. “How do you all know each other?”

“Friends from college, but we ended up running in the same circles, you could say we both like money.” She winks, then the other girl there comes and greets you, hugging you with a smile.

“I’m Utahime. Gojo is a fucking idiot. Are you sure about this?”

“Bitch!”

They shove each other, and you shake your head with a sigh, as the friends all agree. “I’m sure. Kinda in love with him and all.”

It grew a little quiet, as what you said settled in, Nanami and Shoko smirking at each other, and Geto was grinning. Mei Mei and Utahime stared at you both in surprise, looking back and forth. Gojo grinned deviously, wiggling his brows and yanking you close to his side.

“My dick is this good, bitches.” He shot a peace sign, then they all started snorting in laughter, smacking at him. You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Nah, I love the fuck out of her too.” He kisses you softly.

“Oh god you look like you’re gonna eat her.” Shoko muses, and you grow hot, ears turning red even, shuffling a bit. “Signal if you need help, love.”

“She’s getting eaten all right.” Gojo snatches up two glasses of champagne, winking, and your whole face is red now, as they all roll their eyes at him.

“Are you finally dancing with me, princess?” Geto asks, coming far too close, kissing your knuckles. You giggle, and Gojo smacks at your hands, scowling, much to Geto’s happiness..

“You will get one, and I’ll be watching.”

“I don’t mind an audience.” His suggestive words made you giggle, and Gojo was smirking, rolling his eyes.

“Oh god you two!” You sigh, and Gojo hands you a champagne flute, you sip it, letting the bubbles tickle your nose as you all find your seats around the massive banquet table. Gojo pulls out a seat for you, and you swoon just a bit, you can’t really lie to yourself about it.

“You look lovely.” Nanami says softly, sitting next to you with a smile. You grab his hand and smile back.

“You look so handsome, Nanami!”

“Ah-ah.” Gojo yanks you away, scooching your chair until it was shoved up next to his, you laugh breathlessly, looking up at him.

“You’re so jealous tonight.” You tease, tapping his perfect nose. He wraps his arm tight around you, shrugging a broad shoulder.

“You’re kinda like my fiance now. So.”

You freeze, eyes wide. He is sipping his drink, then he finds a cheesecake tart, which he starts nibbling on, as if he had not just said that… as if…

You’re staring at Gojo like a fish.

“What?” He asks curiously, then pops a tart in your open mouth. You cough a bit, chewing it. “Were you hungry?”

“Satoru… what?”

“I said kind of… I mean I haven’t done anything yet. Ooh, try this one, it’s so fucking good!” He cuts a piece of chocolate and forks it into your mouth, you chew, and your brain has left. “You look so serious.”

“You just…”

“Is it a bad thought?” He murmurs, a little serious for a moment, wiping your lips carefully with a little napkin. You sigh, smiling, feeling insane, realizing Satoru Gojo was insane, he was really crazy… but…

“No, it’s not a bad thought.” You whisper, and he freezes now, eyes wide, as if realizing you’re nearly as crazy as him. “It’s just a thought though?”

“No. I sure the fuck would, but know once we’re married I’m knocking you the fuck up.” He whispers the words, close to your lips, and your thighs are shifting, pressure between them unbearable. His eyes catch the movement and he smirks, peering back at you with those goddamn gorgeous eyes.

“Just constantly bred, hmm?” You can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth, but here you are, ridiculously excited at the thought of it, of being his wife… having his babies. What had Satoru done to you?

He grabs you hard, eyes glittering, and you’re both breathing heavily, lost in each other, then you realize everyone at the table is watching you. Gojo seems not to care, but you see their smirks and grins at you two.

“ Constantly . That's all I’ll do. You may have to quit working for a bit, take a sabbatical.” He’s fucking insane. You giggle.

“God, they really need to fuck in the bathroom or something.” Mei Mei murmured out loud, then everyone was laughing, except you and Gojo, smirking at each other still, looking like you wanted to eat each other now.

“Mmm, is this some proposal?” You tease. He shakes his head, popping another candy into your mouth.

“Nah, it’ll be way more dramatic, baby girl. At this rate you’ll be pregnant before the wedding if it’s not soon though. Not that I mind. You’ll look hot.”

“You’re fucking nuts, Satoru.” You kiss him though, tasting the sweets and champagne on his lips.

“And you’re here for me.” He was serious then, you nod, holding his hand and smiling as the lights dim. You both take a breath.

“Always.”

***

It’s time for Satoru’s speech, and you encourage him by giving him a kiss on the cheek as the light hits him. He is stiff, back straight, and so tense… you gently rub his shoulder, and he looks down at you, exhaling and kissing you on the forehead, before standing and sauntering up to the stage. His dad stops him, patting him on the back, and you see Gojo stiffen.

Geto comes to sit next to you, hand on your back, as you briefly consider going to smack Gojo’s dad. “He’s used to this, he can handle it.”

“I don’t like that guy.” You grumble.

“No one does. Especially Satoru.” You watch as Gojo hugs his mom then, affectionately, picking her up. You ease a bit.

“I love his mom though.” You whisper.

“Everyone does. She’s amazing. And hot.” You snorted, looking at Suguru who was wiggling his brows, winking at you.

“She’s definitely gorgeous.”

“I should make myself Satoru's stepdad.” You cover your mouth, hiding your laughter.

“Suguru!”

“What? He won’t let me be with you.”

“You’re full of shit tonight.” You shove at him, rolling your eyes.

“Well he teased me with you, think of my feelings!”

“You both are awful. I’m still traumatized.”

“ So traumatic, poor baby.” He rolls his eyes at you, ruffling your hair, you scowl as you smooth it down, watching Gojo walk up the stage now, elegant and fucking gorgeous in the spotlight.

“Now shush!” You put a finger to your lips. “Isn’t he handsome?”

“I’m glad you’re here for him.” He kisses your cheek and then saunters back over to his seat, his words make you feel relieved, that maybe you can help just the smallest bit, especially as Gojo’s gaze meets yours across the room and you smile at him.

He grins, and your heart hurts.

How’d he become so precious to you so quickly?

“Right…” Satoru Gojo cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusted the microphone. “I’d like to thank the academy… I mean, the board of directors…” The crowd starts laughing softly. “So, I'm supposed to be gracious, right? Humble? I mean, I'm aware I'm incredibly amazing. No surprise. I'm just so good that it's hard to hide, you know. That’s the speech.”

He winked at the audience, the crowd erupting in laughter.

“I’m kidding, I totally got one.”

You giggle, shaking your head and watching him, pull out the little speech you all had worked on from his pocket, peeking at it, smoothing it on the little podium, taking a breath. Then the sarcasm melts away, replaced by something softer, something raw, and you realize he noticed the little line you’d written on the bottom of the note.

I’m so proud of you, Satoru.

You’d written it in bright pink marker with a heart, and you saw him smile now, it was simple, but he seemed touched by it. You blow him a kiss, urging him to continue on. He cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips, and the microphone picked up a faint rasp as he starts to read the speech, adding his own flair to each line.

He embellished certain things, he still had his jabs, especially for his friends that he pointed out one by one, his partners, snarky little comments that made everyone laugh, then sweet words from the speech you two had written. It ended up being powerful speech, reminding everyone why they loved him so much, why they looked up to him, wanted to be him.

He pauses for a moment, which was the end of what you two had written, then he catches your gaze, intense even across the giant room, and you feel yourself so proud of him it hurts. But also, nervous, as to what he was thinking.

“I really excelled this year because of my head assistant.” He says your name, pointing out to you, and all eyes are turned your way now. You blush. “The one blushing, looking hot as fuck over there.”

There is a mix of awws and laughter. You blush more, smiling, nervous at so much attention.

“She’s not just my lead assistant, she’s shown me that I’m… that I’m fucking worth a lot, that I’m a good person, helped me find things that I thought were long gone, feelings I did not expect. Basically, I am madly in love with this workaholic, this law school grad, the one assistant that didn’t try to bang me, imagine?”

“Oh god.” You grumble, covering your face as more laughter joins the crowd, all around you. But you were touched.

“I’m really happy to have you by my side, at work, and in life. I hope you never get tired of my bullshit, because I’m full of it.” The crowd is entranced, and you’re in tears as you look back at him. His face softens. “She helped me write all this, I’m mostly a handsome idiot, she is smart as fuck. So thank you, beautiful, for staying by my side.”

“I love you.” You say, not knowing if he can hear, but he clearly did, those eyes sparkle even that far away.

“Sappy, I’m fucking sappy now. But thank you all, for letting me know how amazing I am, my ego totally needed it.” The laughter begins again. “Now, lets get drunk and dance and shit.”

Gojo hops down as applause roars throughout the room, instead of using the stairs, and you stand up, yanking up your dress and running awkwardly in your heels, and he picks you up in his arms, kissing you deeply. You feel tears falling faster, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he holds you up, pressing little kisses on your cheek.

“It was so good, Satoru. I’m so proud of you.” You say softly, as he eases you down, he smiles at you, caressing your cheek.

“The girly doodle helped.” He murmurs.

“No, you killed that. I knew you would!”

“You’re crying?” He swipes your tears, glimmering in the dim room. You ease off him, realizing people are all watching you two.

“It was that good. It meant so much to me.” You kiss him again, pulling away but holding his hands. “We’re a spectacle.”

“Lucky I don’t just go rail you on one of these tables.” He purrs in your ear, and you shove at him, giggling.

“Stop! Come on, dancing!”

Your heart feels so full it’s unreal, you’re so proud of him, knowing the mess he was just that morning, and seeing him deal with everything with his dad. Who, by chance, was coming up to you both, along with his young wife, and Gojo’s mom comes out too, kissing his cheek.

“Amazing, Satoru.” She praises, then scowls at Gojo’s dad, as if daring him to say shit. He just has a hand out, and Satoru looks at it like some foreign object, glaring down.

“Great speech, son.” He says, and you don’t detect sarcasm, but Satoru grabs his hand firm, shaking it and nodding.

“Thanks, father.” You’re even prouder of him. They exchange some menial small talk, then he leaves, mingling. Satoru turns to you, losing some of that serious energy, grinning.

“I better get the first dance.”

“It’s Suguru’s.” You grin teasingly. He rolls his eyes.

“Such a bitch!”

Suguru comes up then, snatching you up by the hand. “Dance with your mom, then we’ll switch.” He says, mischievously, and Gojo scowls.

“Half a song, at best. I’m watching.” He takes his mom’s hand and you all start to migrate to the dance floor.

Suguru starts the waltz with you, elegant in all of his movements, easy, his hair falling just so across his forehead. You two move in sync, every step and motion and spin perfect.

“Color me impressed.” He remarks, twirling you around.

“Told you I had lessons as a kid.”

“They’re working for you. Oh man, I’ve never seen Satoru so… sincere? In public I mean. That was really… fuck, it was cute.”

You giggle, looking up at him, moving side to side in his arms. “It was so cute, I was crying!”

“I know, not what I expected. He’s very serious.”

“Yeah… it’s kind of scary, but I am too.”

“Like marriage shit?” He asks, and you look down a bit, flustered. “You’re already picturing it, Satoru in a bridal gown.”

“Oh god, yep, I see it.” You two burst out laughing, when Gojo and his mom come over.

“Stop having so much fun, brats.” Satoru says sternly, and the two of you part, and Suguru hands you off gently.

“Masako, may I have the next dance?” Suguru asks with a bow, and she puts her hand in his, nodding and smiling. Satoru scowls again.

“Don’t get handsy with my mom, either.”

“Oh stop, Suguru is a gentleman.” You shove at him, but he swirls you into his arms, onto the floor. Satoru leads you into the dance, his hand gently guiding yours as you sway to the melody. Your steps are effortless, and the world around you faded away, the vibrant chatter, the clinking glasses, the flashes of cameras, all muted into a background hum.

It was just you and Satoru, lost in the music, in the moment, in each other’s arms. The warmth of his hand on yours, the grip on your waist, the way his eyes held yours, so much emotion in the gaze, and it was serious, rather than funny. The connection was electric as you danced together, falling further and further every moment, imagining insane things that could be in the future.

Everything faded but him.

“You’re so quiet, are you fawning over me, brat?” He asks, in that silky voice, all sarcastic, but you just nod. He falters a bit.

“I guess I am one of your fangirls.” You tease, and he rolls his eyes, pulling you tighter against him.

“You’re mine , baby girl.” He kisses you as you both just sway there now, in your own little world.

“I’m yours.”

You both pause, breathless. “I don’t wanna fucking mingle, I really just wanna be inside you.” He murmurs, and your body heats up at his words.

“I really want you inside me.” You whisper, as his hands burn your skin, and the next couple hours are pure torture, acting like you weren’t throbbing for him. But you always were. You always wanted him. He consumes you.

Kinda his fiance.

The thoughts made you…

Shit.

“Limo, now.” He whispers, coming behind you after some of the crowd had died out. You eagerly follow him out, his arm around you, dying for more of him. When you're in the limo, he's immediately sliding your dress up your thighs, sliding you on his lap, kissing you, hot, messy, tongues sliding together.

You grind on his lap, against your cunt, throwing your head back and crying out, he has your breasts in his hands, lavishing your nipples with his tongue now, sucking the peaks of them into his hot mouth. You cry out, hands in his hair, trembling. He looks up at you, white hair messy, blue eyes glimmering in the dark night as you all drove by the city lights.

You pause.

He gently holds your face.

He looks seriously at you taking a shaky breath, as unsettled and full of desire as you. You lean forward to kiss him, but he pauses you, hands on your hips, breathtakingly gorgeous when he parts his lips and those eyes grow hooded.

His voice is a silken caress. His words…

"Marry me."

You gasp.

Chapter 14

ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/143356525

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Epilogue)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, ex-porn star/neighbor!hyunjin, fluff, humor, alcohol consumption, implied smut but nothing explicitly happens, if i missed anything lmk!!! (minors dni!!!)

Word count: 4,370

Summary: You think it��s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

a/n: we finally reached the end!!! i will be revisiting this bc i just love the characters and universe so much so there will be little spin-offs and such here and there. thank you sm for all the love this series received :') <3

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Out of all the outfits you’d seen Hyunjin wear, this was definitely the most handsome he’d ever looked. Even if it wasn’t as intricate as some of the other suits he’d worn, this was by far the best he’d looked. Standing in his all-black suit, he smiled at you across the aisle, absolutely beaming as he took in all the work on your hair, makeup, and perfectly-tailored dress. The song that the small orchestra played was a love song you were somewhat familiar with but you couldn’t put a name on – you didn’t have a say in the music and nobody told you what it was called. But the band put a twist on it to sound more like a wedding song since it was, in fact, a wedding.

All you could see was Hyunjin. Felix and Jeongin standing behind him as groomsmen were basically just blurs to you. All the flowers, the small audience, the officiate – everything had faded out of view. You had Hyunjin tunnel vision.

Unfortunately, Kit’s head was now eye-level with you because of the heels she wore, and it mildly destructed your view of your boyfriend. The white veil pinned above her perfect curls didn’t help, either.

You were a bit shocked that Kit had asked you to be her maid of honor. You thought she must’ve had other friends or family that she had known longer or were closer with. She did have a friend from the industry in her bridal party, as well as Changbin’s sister, but that was really it. She claimed you were her favorite girl in her life and she wanted you to be the maid of honor, and really, who were you to say no? You loved Kit and felt honored that you meant that much to her.

Of course, Hyunjin was Changbin’s best man. You remembered how he was beaming when Changbin had asked him. He had come back from a night out with Changbin, Felix, and Jeongin, and he squealed about how all of them were in the wedding party but he was the best man. It was really sweet how much Changbin and Hyunjin cared about and supported each other.

The wedding was big and extravagant like you thought it would be since it involved Kit. While you knew she wasn’t the one who found marriage to be completely necessary, you knew that if she were going to have a wedding to make Changbin happy that she would want to go all out. And as anybody could guess, Changbin would never tell Kit no. The wedding looked like if the Twilight wedding was held in a warm, sunny field outside of a large venue. The venue itself just looked like someone’s large palace. It made you wonder just how much money Changbin and Kit were making, but that wasn’t any of your business. You just had to sit back and enjoy the wedding.

Well, after the ceremony, of course.

The crowd consisted of Kit’s dad’s side of the family, as well as Changbin’s entire family, your old roommates who had integrated into the friend group, and some of Changbin and Kit’s own friends that you’d either met a couple of times or had never seen before. You were actually a bit surprised – and intimidated as you stood in front of the crowd – by how many people they’d invited to this wedding.

The ceremony was short, but sweet. They each prepared vows, and that was honestly the longest part of the whole ceremony, but it was the most entertaining as well as the sweetest. They both put little jokes here and there in their vows to tease the other, which made everyone laugh. But in the end, they were both sniffling with eyes filled with tears of happiness. They kissed, were dubbed married, and walked back up the aisle as they smiled and held hands.

Leaving you back to grinning like a goofball at your boyfriend across the aisle, who tried to hold in a laugh as he shook his head back at you.

The justice of the peace gestured for you and Hyunjin to come together, so you both walked forward to meet in the middle. You hooked your arm through his, carrying your bouquet as you walked back up the aisle.

You felt Hyunjin lean into you before you felt his warm breath fanning your ear as he said quietly, “This’ll be us someday.”

You tried to contain your eyeroll – you didn’t because you still couldn’t control your facial expressions and had started to believe you never would – since you knew pictures were being taken as you replied, “Probably soon since you have to rush straight into everything.”

Hyunjin scoffed, “Angel, you already know it’s the drama gene. I thought we were passed this.”

“So I block her number, but then Jeongin also has to block her number because she started calling him,” Felix explained, talking about a development in the story of him and a girl he started going on dates with from a dating app.

The short of it was that he matched with this cute brunette girl with freckles, they went on three dates, and she slowly started revealing more red flags throughout each date until the third and final date where Felix broke it off. Now, she was stalking him.

“Ew,” Minho showed a look of disgust, holding a beer bottle in his hand as he leaned against the bar and listened to Felix’s story.

He was sitting in a stood between the two of you, pulled out just enough that he could look at you both comfortably. You were sitting in a stool on his other side, turned sideways to face your two friends while your arm rested on the cool countertop and your hand wrapped around your mixed drink. You were currently drinking Changbin’s signature drink, which was a whiskey sour. You decided you like it better than Kit’s spicy strawberry daiquiri.

“Yeah, I know!” he agreed, eyes wide. “So we both have her blocked, but then she starts showing up at work!”

“Dude, what?” you laugh, unable to believe what you were hearing. “How did she find out where you work? Did you tell her?”

“No! Never!” he insisted. “I was always sober for my dates and I was so sure to be careful with giving out information too personal on the first date. I just said I worked at a hotel which is…almost true. It’s not a hotel but it’s, like, the same sort of job, right? Anyway, after the end of the first date, I knew I wasn’t gonna trust her with anything personal yet, and the dates kept getting worse and worse, so I never said anything.”

“Yeah, she’s just a certified psycho,” Minho nodded before taking a sip of his beer. It was a bit weird seeing Minho all cleaned up, but you had to admit he looked nice. Perfectly combed brown hair, the jacket of his tux left at his table draped across the back of his chair, and the sleeves of his white button-up were rolled up his forearms. You’d known Minho a long time but never knew he could look this handsome.

So the reason he’s single has nothing to do with his looks, you thought to yourself. Got it.

“Crazy people will find out anything,” he continued once he had swallowed. “Take Jisung for instance. He knows everything. …And somehow still nothing at all.”

You shrugged with a slight nod. Jisung was definitely the dumbest smart person you knew.

“Okay, but Jisung isn’t stalking people,” Felix stated.

“Okay, but she found out where you work,” you interrupted, trying to get the story back on track. You were very invested. “Then what happened?”

“Yeah, so she showed up during the day before mine or Jeongin’s shifts started but she was asking for me, right? Well, I go in for my shift and Hannie was leaving and mentioned how this girl came in asking for me and she described her. So obviously, I’m like, we need to ban this girl from coming back here. Well she put in an application to live there!”

Your eyes went wide and so did Minho’s. This girl was straight-up insane.

“Does she realize how much that place costs?” you asked.

“Possible sugar mommy,” Minho suggested.

“Oh, shut up,” you told him, rolling your eyes. “So what’re you gonna do?”

“So, what I’m thinking I should do–”

You suddenly saw an arm swing between you and Felix, slapping the counter. You first looked to see it was Kit in her smaller white dress for the reception. It had sheer long sleeves like her actual wedding dress, but the rest of the dress was a plain ivory that was form-fitting and went down to her mid thigh.

“Speaking of psycho sugar mommies…” Minho mumbled before sipping his beer like he didn’t say a word.

Then you followed her tattooed arm down to her hand and saw she slapped cash on the counter. Twenty to be exact.

Felix’s eyebrows were furrowed, “What’s that for?”

Behind Kit was Changbin still in his suit, but without the jacket. You thought the suspenders might make him look silly, but you had to admit, he looked pretty good with them. His hands were in his pocket, but instead of looking disappointed like you thought he might, he was smirking.

Instead of waiting for Kit to answer Felix’s question, your head was whipping around, eyes darting to find your target.

“_____ wins,” Kit sighed. “Unfortunately, we didn’t count on the weird one having just natural weird-kid rizz.”

Finally, you spotted him. Through the crowd, diagonally across the room from you, was Jisung standing there beside a girl with beach blonde hair, and wearing heels that made Jisung perfectly eye-level with her very large breasts – even you were staring and you were shocked to see Jisung was looking straight up into her eyes the entire conversation. You could tell that he was a little nervous but was trying to play it off – the beer in his hand was probably helping – but also that she was very blatantly hitting on him. Touching his shoulder, biting her lip, and twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Yeah, Jisung may be weird, but he had an undeniable draw to him because he was weird. That’s why you bet your twenty bucks on him.

The other two at the counter began looking around to see why you were smiling and laughing like a maniac. When they spotted Jisung with someone who was obviously one of Kit’s friends, they turned back to you.

“Hang on, what’s happening?” Minho asked.

“Us and Hyunjin made a bet on who would pull a pornstar first,” Changbin clarified with a chuckle as he pulled one hand from his pocket and handed you a twenty himself between his forefinger and middle. “_____ made a brave choice and put her money on Jisung.”

“But it’s always the weird ones…” Kit sighed heavily, shaking her head like the loss of fourty bucks between her and her new husband was the worst thing to happen to her.

Changbin smirked and gently elbowed her, “You of all people should’ve known that.”

Now, the two men you had been having a conversation with were staring at you. Minho looked angry, and Felix just looked offended.

“Jisung?!” Minho demanded. “You picked that freak over me?!”

“Well clearly for good reason,” you laughed, gesturing over to Jisung who was still having a conversation with the blonde girl. “How many pornstars have you talked to besides these two and Hyun?”

“What’s going on?” Jeongin waltzed up with a drink in his hand, and Seungmin and Chan behind him with drinks of their own. “We saw Minho looks pissed.”

“Did you know about this bet?” Felix asked them.

“What bet?” Seungmin asked.

“The four chuckleheads made a bet on which one of us would pull a pornstar first, and the traitor didn’t choose any of us!” Minho exclaimed.

None of them seemed to care, and Chan was the one shrug and ask, “Who’d you choose.”

“The winner,” you grinned widely, pointing over at Jisung.

The small crowd turned their heads. That was when they started to care.

Well, except for Chan who just smiled and nodded and said, “Damn, good for him.”

“Jisung?!” Seungmin shouted, whipping back to you. “You picked that weirdo over your best friend?!”

“Hey!” Minho scowled.

“Clearly it was the right decision,” you shrugged. “Don’t be mad that I was right.”

“It’s not about being right, it’s that you didn’t have faith in us but you did in him,” Jeongin frowned, also clearly very butthurt about the situation.

“For good reason!” you insisted.

As the group began attacking you for your choice, Jisung suddenly walked up and let out a breathy, “Hey…”

Everyone looked at him. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide. But more perplexing, he had a napkin stuffed into the pocket of his unbuttoned suit jacket.

Chan reached over and plucked the flimsy paper out and saw that there was a number written down on it in red pen. He was grinning and giggling, but everyone else – other than you and the happy couple – seemed annoyed and began groaning and huffing.

With fearful eyes, he looked across the group at Kit, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anything with her. I’m just a guy.”

“Truthfully, Aliyah is never like that,” Kit laughed. “She’s actually painfully shy unless she turns the persona on. She was really trying to impress you.”

“And for what!” Minho shouted, gesturing very sharply at the flustered boy.

“Porn stars are also very well aware that sex isn’t like in porn,” Changbin told him matter-of-factly with a chuckle. “We’re…still people, dude.”

“That’s not a person, that’s a goddess,” he said, pointing back to where Aliyah once stood but was now off giggling with some friends like a middle-schooler who just got asked out by her crush by her locker.

It was actually really cute.

“_____,” Changbin spoke up while the group was either trying to give Jisung a pep talk – that was mostly just Kit and Chan – or were complaining how it shouldn’t have been him, “Hyunjin still owes you money. I think he’s outside.”

He ended the statement with a wink and gestured for you to leave the group as he stepped aside to make room for you. You weren’t entirely sure what the wink was for, but you got up and slid between him and Kit to go outside, leaving your drink at the bar. Either it would get drunk by one of your friends, or it would be there when you returned. You didn’t care either way.

The outside back garden of the venue looked like something out of a fairytale. There were bushes that went up to your hip that were perfectly trimmed, and flower bushes scattered about. The bushes were spread out and separated between pathways with benches scattered throughout the garden. And in the center of it all was a beautiful fountain surrounded by four benches that were spaced out with a few feet in between them.

You found your boyfriend sitting on one of the benches by the fountain, but he was facing away from the fountain and the building, staring up at the night sky. Surprisingly, you could still see a decent amount of stars since the lighting was so warm and dim outside. Wordlessly, you went over and sat down beside him, the bottom of your dress hitting the ground. You were too tipsy at that point to care about it getting dirty, though.

“Wish I brought my pad now,” he mused quietly. “I didn’t think the sky would be so pretty. Watercolors would capture this pretty well.”

All you did was hum and nod in agreement, your eyes also on the stars.

You felt Hyunjin’s head turn, his gaze now on you. He studied your profile like he wanted it to burn into his memory – if it already wasn’t.

“I was serious before,” he told you.

You turned to look back at him, “What?”

“When I said that would be us someday. And sooner rather than later.”

Once again, you scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully, “Yeah, babe, I know.”

“Oh, do you think I’m bluffing?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “Do you really think my dramatic ass wouldn’t go out the morning after we first had sex to buy you a ring?”

That caught you off guard. Your eyes were locked on him again, searching for any hint of him kidding around or just saying that to get your attention. You wanted to call him crazy. What kind of incel would go out and get an engagement ring after one night of intimacy?

But you had to remember this was Hyunjin, and he was as dramatic as they come. But he always was sure of his decisions before he made them. And he was sure of you from the start.

However, this was a huge deal, and you had to call him on his bluff. He must’ve been exaggerating. Who the hell in their right mind would go out and buy a ring immediately after some probably-decent-at-best sex?

So your eyes narrowed, “Hwang Hyunjin, there’s no fucking way you did that.”

The look he gave you said, ‘Oh really?’ as he immediately leaned toward you and began digging in his right pocket.

Oh god, was he serious? Did he actually have a ring? And he could see the panic replace the smugness on your face because his smirk only widened.

If he was serious, you couldn’t let this happen now. And maybe he was just fucking with you, but this wasn’t a chance you could take anymore.

“No, no, no!” you rushed to get the word out as you scrambled to reach over and grab his arm, stopping his actions. “It’s literally your best friends’ wedding! You can’t propose at a wedding! Stop it!”

With loud laughter, Hyunjin pulls his hand out of his pocket, pulling the inside of it out with his index and thumb. You could see there was nothing there, and Hyunjin had, in fact, played you. You did find it funny, but you scowled at him anyway. He could still see in your eyes how amusing it was, so he only laughed harder.

“I’d never do that. I’m not that dramatic that I’d take the spotlight like that,” he promised, still laughing. But then he stopped, leaning into you. “But, tomorrow is completely on limits.”

As he gave you a sweet smile and batted his eyelashes, you pushed his head away and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, okay, just give me my twenty bucks.”

His eyebrows raised as he sat back again, “Oh, Jisung won?”

You nodded.

He let out a deep sigh as he went into his other pocket where he was keeping his wallet, mumbling, “I really thought it was gonna be Felix…”

“No, you just have a crush on Felix,” you reminded him as he slid a twenty out and you snatched it up.

“But nothing compared to what I feel for you, my love,” he cooed, and you could tell he was trying to be overly-sweet, but also that he meant it. So when he puckered his lips, you sighed and gave him a chaste kiss. He hummed and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Oh!” you suddenly had a thought that you had wanted to bring up to Hyunjin. “Changbin’s sister told me I don’t need to babysit anymore because their parents want to bring them to the zoo tomorrow, so I’m free to, like, rot in bed or whatever you wanna do tomorrow.”

Word had gotten to Changbin’s older sister, who had a son, that you used to be a nanny and you had been a free agent. He got the two of you in contact, and she offered you a job. And she was a great boss with an easy kid to take care of, so you’d been working for her for the last almost year.

“Ugh, thank god,” he sighed as he leaned into you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It would feel so awful to go home, celebrate our friends’ marriage, and then wake up to an empty bed.”

Your eyebrows raised as you looked down at him where he had his head rested on your shoulder, “Oh, you had plans tonight?”

He rolled his eyes, “Come on, _____. We both know I have plans for us almost every night.”

“Baby?” Hyunjin’s soft voice was breaking through your sleep as he gently shook your shoulder. “_____, my love.”

You got home at about 11:30. There was no after party since Kit and Changbin had a few friends who were either sober or had substance addictions, and the pair didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. So while you had expected for some sort of celebration to continue after the venue had shut down, you were a little relieved to know you could go home and go to sleep.

Despite Hyunjin’s words, he had rolled over and was seemingly out before you even got out of the bathroom after taking off your makeup. But you were fine with that. You had all day the next day to do whatever the two of you wanted anyway, so you laid down beside him and fell asleep.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed between then and now.

You hummed in response, rubbing your eyes.

“It’s 12:01,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning your hair. “It’s tomorrow.”

“Mm…so?” you asked groggily, trying to roll over with your eyes still closed. You were now on your back, arms sprawled out but legs still in the same curled-up position.

He chuckled, “Open your eyes.”

You blinked them open. You were pretty sure one actually opened before the other one like a lizard. And you had to blink a few times to focus on anything. But when you did, you shot straight up.

Hyunjin was sitting up in bed, facing you with a fond smile, and a small box held open with a dainty but absolutely sparkling and stunning ring in it.

“But, tomorrow is completely on limits.”

He really wasn’t bluffing.

“I could spend hours talking about how much I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I already do that every other night,” he laughed softly. His cheeks were flushed pink, and you were sure this was maybe the fifth time you’d seen Hyunjin flustered to any capacity. “So, for once, instead of doing all the dramatics, I want to keep it simple. Just like that first night. Simple, yet romantic.

“So, ______,” he was giggling, and you were giggling. And you were both leaning in closer and closer. “Will you marry me?”

Your heart was fluttering in your chest and you had that weird cold/hot feeling you got in your stomach when you were about to have an anxiety attack. But this time, it was a good feeling. It made your smile widen and your giggle go higher because you were just so excited and happy and every good feeling you could possibly have even if you felt like you might throw up.

And it was a good thing Hyunjin did this all sitting in bed because you were sure your legs would give out if he did this all traditionally.

You wanted to ramble out something like “a million times yes” or “i’d say yes in every universe” or something to really get the point across, but that felt too cheesy and insincere. But just “yes” felt like it wasn’t enough. So instead, you just sat there nodding furiously with a smile so wide you thought your face would split into two.

“Don’t know how to reply?” he guessed because he knew to this day you still overthought sometimes.

You nodded again.

But he knew you so well and knew you didn’t have to say anything. So he sealed it with a kiss so you didn’t have to worry about saying anything at all. When he pulled away, his forehead stayed on yours as he looked down and slid the ring on your finger.

He smiled, “Perfect fit.

“And speaking of perfect fits…” he chuckled evilly while he grabbed your waist and rolled you over so you were laying down again on your back and he was above you, “we never got to our plans after the wedding.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and your head cocked to the side as you looked up at him, “I don’t ge–... Hyunjin!” your cheeks heated as you got what he meant, and he just laughed.

“Good thing you’re not working tomorrow. Would hate to have Eunwoo ask why you’re walking funny.”

“Yeah, don’t get me fired from a second job,” you joked.

“I’m always more than willing to be the sole provider,” he reminded you with a playful grin as he nudged his nose against your jaw.

“Save your money, Hwang. We have a wedding to plan now,” you told him as he left soft kisses along your neck.

“Are you sure you don’t want to elope?”

“Really? You want to miss out on the one time you can be as big and dramatic and romantic as you want?” you laughed.

“Oh, we can still have a giant party. But I want to be married to you now,” he pulled away to grin down at you, his forehead resting against yours. “But if it’s what you want, I can wait.”

“I love you,” you told him sweetly.

“God, I never get sick of hearing that,” he chuckled as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love you more. Can’t wait for you to be mine.”

“I’m always yours. Ring or no ring.”

“Now who’s the dramatic one?” he asked teasingly, his tongue poking out playfully between his teeth.

“What can I say, you’ve rubbed off on me.”

“Oh, I’ve done a lot more than that.”

“Hwang Hyunjin!”

#k-labels #hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids au #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenario #stray kids fic #stray kids series #stray kids x reader #hyunjin au #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin scenario #hyunjin fic #hyunjin x reader

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kxsagi · 15 days ago

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Lol I'M SORRY😭😭🥶 this is the second request back to back😞. Literally. I got another idea as soon as I hit the ask/send button.

2nd idea if you don't mind.... pianist rin x orchestra reader 🤫‼️‼️. Idk what instrument really. But I've recently been rewatching Wednesday and thought hmmm.... wednesday likes horror...rin likes horror... So yeah I don't get my thought process either but basically I think cellist reader 😭😭😭

“𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬”

a/n: okay okay i see you 🤭 ngl rin looks like a pianist, or maybe just because my mom’s friend’s son literally looks like rin and he’s a skilled pianist

this was actually nice to write since both of my younger sisters are in band and one of them has been playing the piano for nine years, ever since she was really young

(canon in D would be the song that rin and reader would play together)

(art credits go to paresseux_0_0 on X)

the concert hall buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed, and the orchestra settled into place. you, a skilled cellist with a passion for music that ran deep in your bones, adjusted the strap of your cello and glanced toward the grand piano on the stage. there, sitting with a calm yet intense expression, was rin. his fingers were poised above the keys, his eyes closed in concentration, preparing for the piece you both had rehearsed countless times.

it was the final piece of the evening, a duet between piano and cello, a symphony that had always held a special place in your heart. your heart beat in time with the rhythm of the music as the conductor raised his baton. the first note rang out from rin’s piano, a deep, resonant chord that seemed to echo throughout the hall.

you answered with your cello, the warm sound of the strings weaving through the air. the blend of both instruments created a melody so beautiful it felt as though time had paused. the audience, quiet and still, hung on every note as you both danced through the music together, a seamless duet of sound and soul.

rin's fingers flew across the piano keys, his eyes occasionally meeting yours in the briefest of glances. despite his usual stoic nature, there was a warmth in his gaze as the music flowed between you. it was as though you two had become one, not just musicians but partners in the art of creation.

there was a moment, toward the end of the piece, when the music swelled to a breathtaking crescendo. rin’s playing grew more fervent, matching the rise in the cello’s notes. your heart raced in synchrony with the movement, and the two of you reached the peak of the music, perfectly timed, perfectly connected.

and then, as if the world had taken a collective breath, the final note rang out, leaving a lingering echo in the hall. silence followed, an awe-filled stillness before the audience erupted into applause.

rin’s fingers rested gently on the piano keys, his expression softened but still a hint of concentration in his eyes. you met his gaze, and for a brief moment, everything outside the music seemed to vanish. he gave you a small, quiet smile, a rare gesture that held all the gratitude and affection he had for this shared moment.

as the orchestra filed off the stage, you walked toward him, your cello in hand. "you played beautifully," you said, your voice soft but filled with warmth.

he tilted his head slightly, as if considering your words, before responding, "you too. it felt... effortless."

"that's because we make a great team," you replied, and for a moment, you both just stood there, the weight of the performance settling around you, the bond forged through music lingering in the air.

rin, usually the type to remain composed and distant, nodded, his lips curving into a more genuine smile. "yeah. we do."

and for the first time, he didn’t just look like a pianist; he looked like someone who had found his counterpart, someone who shared not just the same stage but the same feelings.

#piano is my favorite instrument #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader

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hyperactively-me · 2 years ago

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king!ghost x reader -- the reception

After the wedding came the awaited reception — a night of dancing and oh so joyous celebration awaited. At least, a joyous celebration awaited the wedding guests. It couldn’t have been less true for you.

Before the reception, you were pulled into a spare room to change into a different dress. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were stripped from your wedding dress and slipped into a shorter and much thinner, simple white dress. You twirl quickly, watching as the thin fabric gently ripples around your ankles. Much better.

. . .

Stepping into view before the wedding guests, a mixture of dread and nerves churned within you as their applause welcomed you into the ballroom. Their collective gaze was fixed upon you as you made your way to the throne beside Ghost.

You practically sink into the cushion, settling back against the backboard.

Dinner had been served to the guests, and you watched them devour their meals.

You see Ghost lean towards you in the corner of your eye, and you turn to meet his masked face. Yet again.

“You…” He started, prompting you to raise your brows. “I’m impressed…with how well you handled that,” he eventually managed to say.

You sit up straight. You rub your wedding ring.

“Thank you.” You responded, your gaze drifting over the expanse of people before you.

You notice a band entering on the side, setting up their instruments. The first dance. God, you did love to dance, although you thought yourself to not be very good. You had taken ballroom dancing lessons for a while, but you were a bit shabby, honestly.

“Do we—?” you start.

“I can’t believe you’re even asking me. Yes. It’s customary.”

“Oh.” You nod your head, swallowing a lump in your throat.

He reaches over to you, brushing over your hand resting on the armrest.

“It’s time.”

“Okay.”

Standing, you both make your way to the center of the ballroom. He takes your hand in his, placing one his shoulder and the other in his hand. He brings his other hand to rest on your waist, his grip strong and firm. You look down at your feet in an attempt to calm yourself, wanting the crowd to stop staring at you. The orchestra begins playing an entrancing melody, signaling the beginning of the first dance.

“Trust me.”

Your mouth flounders for a moment, not knowing what to say, how to respond.

He chuckles. “You don’t have to say anything.”

And with that, he begins moving. He gently guides you along the dance floor, slowly falling into step with the music. He doesn’t look down at his feet once, keeping his gaze locked on you. You, on the other hand, have your eyes trained down at your feet, willing yourself to not mess this up.

“I won’t let you misstep,” he whispers.

You look up at him, grasping onto his shoulder ever so slightly tighter. How does he seem to know what you’re thinking?

As the song progresses, you start to grasp onto the rhythm of the dance, falling into the routine.

The symphony gradually swelled in intensity, its melody caressing your ears with soothing notes that eased the rapid rhythm of your heart.

He was right. He didn’t let you misstep once.

And as soon as it started, the dance was over. His hands fall from your body, and for the first time, he takes a deep bow in front of you.

Something in you is arising, and you can’t tell if you’re welcoming this feeling or trying to push it as far away as you can.

. . .

As the evening progressed, you were pulled onto the dance floor a number of times by dignitaries and other royals. You didn’t really mind, but it made you exhausted.

As you make your way back to the throne, you slump in your chair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Hey, your majesty,” you hear a gaggle of familiar voices.

“Hmm?” you hum, letting your droopy eyes open. Multiple smiling faces are squished in your field of vision. Your siblings.

You gasp, eyes snapping open. You jump up and laugh, embracing your siblings in tight hugs. You forgot how tired you were when your siblings were with you. They felt like an extension of you, the boys and girls you had grown up with being there for you at all stages of your life, even now.

Ghost had watched you, his chest tightening as he watched a large smile erupt on your face. He heard the way you laughed as your siblings dragged you out on the dance floor, saw the way your smile lit up the space around you. One of your brothers had motioned you to dance with him, and with a toothy smile, you began to dance.

As you both moved across the floor, the pace of the orchestra began to shift into something more upbeat. You struggle to keep pace, the transition from classical to an upbeat melody setting a whirlwind into motion. The dance floor began to flood with more and more people, propelling you into a swirl of movement.

The rhythm of shoes striking the floor accompanied by the orchestra’s instruments filled the room. The floor was gushing with guests swinging across the floor, laughter and cheering filling the air, creating a lively backdrop.

Your brother’s steps quickened, gaining momentum with each beat of the music, the choreography shifting. A sudden spin marked his release of you, transferring you seamlessly into the grasp of another man. The cycle resumed.

You’re rendered breathless as you’re carried across the expanse of the floor. Amidst the cheers echoing in your ears, you found yourself moving from one partner to another, each person you spin with moving you faster and faster.

Amidst the thundering music, your heartbeat matched the tempo, and the intricate footwork merged seamlessly with your movements. A peculiar euphoria surged through your veins, embracing the dance as an extension of yourself, surrendering willingly to the next partner in line. Laughter mingled with the rhythm as the pace intensified, the blur of people and music becoming intoxicating.

Unbeknownst to you, a partner’s hand had strayed too far, brushing down your back in an unwelcome manner. You spun away into the embrace of a new partner.

Suddenly, Ghost materialized as if from thin air, sweeping you into the midst of the dance. The energy between you ignited, his embrace tender yet unyielding, melding with the music that thudded in your ears.

The symphony reached its crescendo before abruptly stopping. Ghost pulled you into a final dip as the orchestra fell silent. The ensuing applause reverberated as he lifted you up, your gaze fixed on his eyes.

With a subtle step back, he nodded in quiet acknowledgement. Breath eluding you, you stood there, still immersed in the spell of the dance, unable to comprehend the intensity of the moment that had transpired.

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(masterlist)

#he's a dork #he's a dancer too #he got jealous #he was jealous so he stepped into the final dance with you #something in you is getting stirred up #you can't with the way he looks at you every now and then #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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la-femme-au-collier-vert · 9 months ago

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IWTV Season Three Influences & References (so far) 😉

Season 2 here, Season 1 here

The First 21: How I Became Nikki Sixx by Nikki Sixx

Black Metal Rainbows edited by Daniel Lukes & Stanimir Panayotov

The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx

The Art of Darkness: The History of Goth by John Robb

Set the Night on Fire by Robbie Kreiger

The Dirt: True Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, Vince Neil and Nikki Sixx

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001)

Musical Influences (Most Mentioned at the SDCC24 panel by Rolin Jones and Daniel Hart) :

David Bowie (particularly mid 70s/ Ziggy Stardust)

Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones

Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin

Jim Morrison of the Doors

John Cale of the Velvet Underground

Freddie Mercury of Queen

Nick Cave of the Bad Seeds

David Lee Roth of Van Halen

Nicki Sixx of Motley Crue

Acl Rose of Guns N’ Roses (credit to @jwdancerina on twt)

Nirvana cited by Daniel Hart during Reddit AMA

Sting and The Police (? Unconfirmed)

Iggy Pop

Prince

Otis Redding

Mark Sandman

Ryan Kattner

Chappell Roan

Brandon Flowers of The Killers

Bjork

Fiona Apple

Daniel Hart

T-Rex

Beastie Boys

The White Stripes

Redd Kross

Tim Rose

Serge Gainsbourg

Electric Light Orchestra

Sweet

Florence Welsh

Saint Vincent

Raleigh Ritchie

Benjamin Clementine

Moses Sumney

Douglas Dare

Jeff Magnum

Paul Westerberg of the Replacements

Franz Liszt

Shostakovich

Gustave Mahler

Lang Lang

Martha Argerich

Gustavo Dudamel

Maurice Ravel cited by Daniel Hart on X

#Iwtv #interview with the vampire #Tio Rolin got us started early #The vampire lestat

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lalaluna20 · 5 months ago

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Mine

part 1

angst

azzi x reader

you and azzi were best friends and had been for your whole life. azzi was well know at your school for playing basketball hell she was well know across the nation. while you were known for playing the violin. you were in all state orchestra and way too many honor bands.

now you knew a lot about basketball, with fond memories of azzi’s mom teaching you basketball to winning games with or against azzi. azzi would talk about basketball all the time, it was her life. but azzi didn’t have one clue about violin. one time you were going to teach her. it was going fine until she got to the bow hold, till this day you still have nightmares on how she held the bow.

she would go to all your concerts and recitals, and trust me when i say she loved to hear you play.

growing up she would come over in the middle of your practice sessions; she was practically banned from going anywhere near you while you were playing. you hated when others heard you practicing. even now your mom constantly tells stories on how she would feed azzi whenever you banished her.

when you guys were in high school you barely saw her. with fiba, aau, high school basketball, flag football and track, it made it super hard to hangout with her. but the second she would tell you she was free, you were there. you wish you could say azzi did the same for you, but she didn’t. first: it was the decrease in hangouts, then study sessions, and then the one that hurt the most was when she started to show up less and less to your concerts. after your performance you would look in the crowd to see your best friend just to find her missing from her seat. you would always get her the best seat on the floor, dead set in the middle, her favorite. she would always take photos and videos of you playing, but then they stopped. one time when you met up with your family (including azzi’s family) you remember seeing katie’s face filled with pride from your performance but apologetic. you trying to find azzi but you couldn’t find her.

“she couldn’t make it sweetie, she had a basketball practice that she couldn’t miss.” katie has always been extremely gentle with you, which you appreciated. but never the less you were still hurt. you wished azzi was there.

when you got back home the fudd’s were picking up baked treats you’ve made them.

“hey good sis.” a nickname the fudd brothers gave you, since you grew up with them, they saw you as an older sister they gave you the nickname good sis due to your nice personality and gave azzi the nickname mean sis.

“what’s up?” you smile at them, tired from your performance yet still willing to use all the rest of your energy on them.

“you wanna know where azzi is?” jose said on his funny teasingly voice

“sure, where is she?” you said while giggling

“well she’s hanging out with paige tonight. i think they’re going to the movies!”

“Jose! John! We’re heading out!” katie yells to them across the house

“see ya good sis” the brothers say running out of your room.

you sit there dumbfounded, azzi your best friend missed your concert for paige. the same azzi who threatened her parents that she’ll purposely get injured if she had to miss your concert, the same azzi who was the first one by the door the second you were done performing, the same azzi who had a bouquet in her left hand and a camera in the right,waiting to give you the biggest hug ever. the same azzi who had just missed your show for a girl. to say you were heartbroken was an understatement, it felt like you had multiple knives and needles in your heart and back st the same time. every breath you took hurt more and more. for the rest of the night you tried not thinking about it, but it’s hard, how couldn’t you. what was so important for her to miss your concert? why didn’t she tell you? why did she lie to you?

the next few days hell even weeks were off between azzi and you.

you were avoiding her and she didn’t know what was wrong.

some of your friends were growing concern on why you were being so quiet. your friends were invited to see you play, this was possibly your most important performance of your life. this performance had a scout for a very prominent music school, getting into that school would be like the Juilliard of high schools. your friends all suspected you were stressed about the results from the scout, but they all found it odd why azzi wasn’t at the concert. growing tired of the waiting game your friend lacy approached you.

“hey vivi!” she said giving you a soft gentle smile, vivi was a nickname azzi gave you. when she would come over and you were practicing she would always call you vivi. “azzi get out!” you whined “fine fine i’m out vivi!” she yelled back annoyed. azzi stopped calling you vivi when your friends started calling you that, upset that her special nickname for you became a common one among your friends.

you softly giggle as you respond “what’s up lacy”

her eyes went wide with excitement. “would you like to hang out with the girls and i? we have been dying to hear your result from the scout!” you can tell that she was struggling on words, trying everything in her power not to say anything that could potentially hurt you or make your mood is anymore grim.

“oh my god! i haven’t told you guys yet! okay i’m definitely free after school! could we go to downtown Alexandria, i went to this really cute restaurant there with the best sushi!” you exclaimed with excitement seeping through your words.

“of course” she happily replied

with that the sound of the school bell rang and class has officially started. the day was awkward, you did everything you can to stay away from azzi, you didn’t know how to approach her. each time she approached you, you made an excuse to leave, “oh i have to ask the teacher something,” “i have to use the restroom,” “i’m going to fill my water bottle” or you would walk the other way or run to one of your other friends before azzi could even take a breath.

to azzi she didn’t even know what happened, why you were ignoring her, she didn’t even have time to think with her schedule.

you waited for the bell to ring, 10 minutes felt like and hour, you and azzi had last period together and for the first time all you wanted to do was run out of there.

*RING RING*

the day was officially over and you were officially out of there. you swear in that moment you were faster than a cheetah.

yet still not fast enough for the rest of your friends to be waiting for you.

“oh no, i did i keep you guys waiting!” announcing your entrance to your friends.

“VIVI!!! IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER SNICE I LAST SAW YOU!” your friend ava yells tackle hugging you, acting as if you moved away for a year and finally came back.

“I missed you to ava!” you hug her back.

“okay guys we need to go before we missed our train.” moving hand and hand with ava walking to the train station.

even though you thought nothing of it, that’s all azzi could think about. Hoping to catch you before you leave, the only thing she saw was your hand in ava’s. she didn’t understand, she couldn’t understand. why were you ignoring her? did you start dating ava and ava didn’t want you around her? did she do something, did she say something? why did you leave her?

“okay so we’ll turn right here and here it is!” “this is momo’s cafe, it’s super cute and the food is super good!” you tell your friends. it was quite a small restaurant especially for a party of 6 but you’re hoping that you guys will fit.

as you guys went up the stairs you remember how you and the fudds would come here, the parents at one table and the kids at the other, you and azzi would sit on the booth and cuddle up together from your long day. but now you’re here with your head on the shoulder of ava with her arm wrapped around you.”

“so vivi what did the scout say?!” your friend anna ask.

“well he said i should definitely tour the school over our closest break and that i should definitely sign up for the summer camp which is a month long. if i do well at the camp then i can audition for the school, but he also let me know that i was on the school’s radar!” you told your friends getting even more flustered each word you spoke.

“vivi that’s great! do you think you’ll go there for junior year?” ava asked you fill with pride for her friend.

“i don’t think i’m going to go there for school. just because i don’t know much about what they teach and my parents don’t want me to be too far from home.” you responded

“hey y/n?” sydney ask a bit monotone, sydney was a girl on azzi’s basketball team. last year in the 3rd quarter you and sydney had last period together. you both would walk to the gym so she could go to practice and you let azzi know that you’re heading out. since then you guys have became pretty good friends.

“what’s up syd?” you ask confused picking up a piece of sushi.

“i- i was just wondering where azzi was, you know at your concert? she wasn’t there, was she not feeling well? it just seemed unliked her.” sydney said obviously uncomfortable but needed to know.

you look down at your plate upset by the memory.

“um- well- her brothers told me that she was out with a friend from team USA.” you mumbled

then everything just went silent. it seemed like time was frozen. until lacy spoke up.

“wait. wait. Wait What!? the azzi who would never miss a concert of yours, skipped it for some girl on team usa? lacy said somewhat shouting.

“lacy quiet down please” you plead with her. “and yes, that’s correct” you mumbled. before lacy could start yelling again… “vivi, i’m so so so sorry, you don’t deserve.” ava apologetic to your situation. “no no it’s okay, she has her own life, she doesn’t need to go every one of me events, she has been to enough of my concerts anyways.” each time you spoke it felt like a knife shredding your heart into pieces.

from then on your friends were pissed at azzi, how could she stoop so low.

your friends would help you avoid azzi as much as possible. you and ava would walk hand and hand throughout the halls and sydney and anna would make conversation with you before azzi could, they would chose you to be their partner before azzi could.

that was until lacy got tired and confronted her. it had been 2 weeks almost 3 weeks from the concert.

“AZZI!” lacy yelled across her gym

azzi look at her coach, asking if it was okay. equally as confused as azzi, her coach allowed her to talk only for a minute.

“hey lacy what’s up?” azzi asked as she kept on looking back to her team in the gym.

“well one you can look at me while i speak.” lacy snapped at azzi. the harshness shocked azzi, lacy has always been nice to her, she didn’t know where the harshness was coming from.

“okay, i’m sorry. w-why are here?”

“where were you?” lacy asked voice demanding and forceful

“what?” azzi asked

“why weren’t you at the concert azzi.”

azzi’s eyes went wide, her body tenses as she stutters and stumbles on a response. but of course lacy beat her to it.

“don’t even try to lie azzi, we all know why you weren’t there.” lacy said growing angrier each word.

azzi realized what lacy said. she realized you knew, she realized that you knew she wasn’t at a practice.

“lacy, i know i fucked up, it was the only time paige would be in town and-“

“why didn’t you bring paige, y/n would’ve love to meet her” lacy interrupted

“azzi i’m tired of your bullshit, i don’t care what excuse you can come up with. just apologize to vivi, i want my happy vivi back, not what shell you made her.” with that lacy grab her bag and started to head out.

“oh! and just remember y/n wouldn’t have done this to you.” lacy left without another word. leaving azzi to stand alone in her thoughts.

10:00pm

“night john. night jose. y’all better be sleeping before i leave.” you yelled to the brothers. throughout this awkward situation you’ve been babysitting the fudd brothers. even though they were old enough to fend for themselves, they still love your company and the fudd parents knew that in your care the house wouldn’t get burn down. the fudd brothers didn’t know the situation between you and azzi, currently they just think you’re outrageously busy which isn’t far from the truth. usually azzi gets home around 9pm, tonight you were to focus on your homework to even realize the time flying by until your mom texted.

“are you staying late?” sent 9:30 pm

realizing how late it has gotten you decided to stay.

“i’m going to wait until the fudd parents get home, it’s pretty late out, i want jon and jose to be safe.”

“okay, let me know if you’re going to stay over.”

you went to check up on the fudd brothers. for 20 minutes you helped jon with his homework and for another 10 you checked up on jose to make sure he’s doing okay. right when you close jose’s door you heard the door open and close.

“hey i’m home!”

you freeze, it’s been so long since you heard that’s voice.

“is anyone home?”

snapping out of it you walk out of the brothers hallway.

“your brothers are in their room and your parents are still out.” you tell the girl. walking with your head down and avoiding all eye contact with her. you walked to the kitchen grabbing your stuff to head out as the girl just stood there in shock. she knew you were still babysitting, but no matter how early she would try to return home, she could never reach you.

“good night azzi” you mumbled just loud enough for her to hear, snapping her out of your thoughts.

“Wait” she grabbed your arm, almost yelling as if the second you walk out that door you’d be gone forever.

“what is it azzi?” still looking down

“please let me explain… please” she pleaded

“what is there to explain? you skipped my concert for your friend. that’s it, that’s fine.” she hadn’t realize how dead you sounded until then. the sound that just came out of you wasn’t you, it wasn’t her y/n.

“please just hear me out.” it sounded like she was on the brink of breaking down. you didn’t put up a fight for 1. you didn’t want to be the reason she cried and 2. she was way to strong to even let you get away. she leads you guys to sit on the couch. for around a minute you just sit there in silence.

“well are you going to say anything” you sounded detached from your emotions.

“yea, look y/n i’m really really sorry. i shouldn’t have skipped your concert i knew how important it was and how important it was to you. i shouldn’t have skipped it im so sorry i was being stu-“

“i don’t care you skip, why did you have your mom lie to me?”

“i- i don’t know. i i was scared, i thought you would be disappointed in me.” stumbling on her words, tears welling up in her eyes.

“i wouldn’t be disappointed, i’m disappointed you lied to me, i’m disappointed that you’d resort to lying to me instead of talking to me. i’m disappointed that next day you tried talking to me and acted like nothing’s wrong. HELL you acted like my concert didn’t happened! AZZI I WAS PRACTICING FOR THAT GOD DAMN CONCERT FOR OVER SIX MONTHS AND MY BEST FRIEND DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO SHOW UP!” you started yelling tears streaming down your face, your voice breaking.

“God azzi i keep on defending you. like you didn’t do anything wrong. but you fucking abandoned me, you left me. we’ve always promised to go to each other’s special events and you backed out. i’ve never ever missed one of your events, no matter how busy i got i never missed them, i flew out of the damn country, half way across the world just to visit my best friend. and i know i shouldn’t put that on you. i chose to go. BUT DAMNIT AZZI I JUST HAD ONE IMPORTANT CONCERT. it only lasted an hour azzi, couldn’t your dinner with paige wait? you could’ve just brought her with you.” you still refused to look at azzi. you both were crying. you were crying because you were upset, how your best friend treated you and how you defended her.

azzi was crying because she hurt you, she was crying because you were crying and it was her fault of her.

“can you look at me? please, y/n”

you face her but your eyes are still off of her. she grabbed you face making you look at her.

“listen to me, i messed up badly, and everyone can agree with me. i’m sorry for not showing up, i’m sorry for lying, i’m sorry for not supporting you like you support me. i’ve been a shitty friend and i’ve been such a horrible best friend i definitely don’t deserve that title.

i don’t expect you to accept my apology, honestly you shouldn’t even accept it. but please let me make it up to you.”

before you even speak azzi pulls you into a tight hug. you melt into her hug finding comfort within her arms. you hug her back, as you can feel her sigh of relief.

“it’s 10:40, do you want to stay over? my parents won’t be back closer to 11:30, they’re stuck in traffic.” she asks you softly, gently playing with your hair.

“i’ll stay then, my parents wouldn’t want me walking home this late.” you mumble into her neck.

“let’s head to my room, we can watch gilmore girls if you want?”

“sure”

as you were about to stand up. she pulls you back in.

“y/n once again i’m really really sorry.”

“i know.” a soft reply leaves your mouth.

“now can we please watch gilmore girl?” you whined. automatically making the girl laugh. “you know for a girl who hates the gilmore girls you sure do love watching it” azzi says laughing as she gets up.

“we’re on a good streak currently, i’m just counting the episodes until rory does something to mess it up.” you complain making you both laugh.

as you and azzi are cuddled up on her bed watching season 4 of the gilmore girls, she turns to you.

“are you and ava dating?” azzi asks trying to mask her sadness.

“what? confused by the question.

“um are you and ava together?” azzi’s getting nervous afraid that her mask will fall off.

you laugh, “no ava and i aren’t dating, she’s a really nice friend and very comforting. her love language is just physical touch so we hold hands and hug a lot.” you tell azzi, your voice was reassuring and comforting.

“so? like us?” azzi asks, she tenses, hurt that your friendship isn’t as special as before.

“ i guess, but you’re not ava and ava’s not you. our friendship is different than my friendship with her. none of my other friendships can compare to ours.” reassuring her, you can tell whenever she gets tense, when she’s sad, happy.

she cuddles up to you tighter.

“you know i love and care about you so much.” she says as she plays the show.

“i love and care about you too” you smile softly, lying your head on her shoulder.

you both love each other, but never said it romantically

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