#Gonna be real with you guys I wish these came out better

[theworstchimera]

Oops, furry'd your Poolverine. Got Deadpool as a sphynx cat and Wolverine as a... Wolverine. Obviously. Also yes im aware of canon furry Deadpool and Wolverine, but I have chosen to ignore it because there is only one alternate version of Wade Wilson that doesnt look like a fucked-up raisin, and that bitch is dead. Also they made furry Wolverine blonde and I do not respect that choice.

[igorluvr]

‘LOVE AND LATTES | kang dae-ho x reader

PAIRING: kang dae-ho x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: during the games, dae-ho promised to take you on a proper first date. now that you had both successfully made it out, he was going to keep his promise

CONTENT: fluff, literally the tiniest bit of angst, kinda corny, trauma, kissing on the first date smh, reader is implied to be black

AUTHORS NOTE: tryna get a lot of fics out for u guys bcs almost 400 likes on my first ??? omg yall r so sweet i swearrr, tysmm !!! ngl this might be kinda bad bcs im too tired to read over it …

word count: [2.5k]

IT’S been around 3 days since you got out of those hellish games, and you still can’t seem to process it. There was so much death, you felt guilty for taking the money, but it was your only chance at having a way out.

After surviving and splitting the money with a good handful of people, you found yourself dropped off in a dark alleyway. With only a large duffel bag at your side, you felt lost, unsure of where to go.

Eventually, you made your way to a bus station and caught a ride back to your apartment. It took a while to adjust to being in the real world again, a world where a gun wasn’t being held up to your head every hour of the day.

You remembered how you met the sweetest boy there. Kang Dae-ho. He was everything you could’ve asked for. The perfect man, met at a perfectly terrible time. Your mind flashed back to the end of mingle game.

‘I swear, when we get out of here I’m gonna take you on a real date. No guards, no games, just us two and the future ahead of us, okay?’ Dae-ho promised, cupping your face gently in his hands.

‘I love you with all of my heart, and I wanna see you when this is all over. We can move in with eachother and spend everyday in eachothers arms.’ He rambled with tears in his eyes, ‘I can’t lose you.’

Now in the present day, you wished you’d spend more time with him. You thought back to the last day in the games, when you wrote your number on his hand, hoping it wouldn’t be wiped off by the guards before he got home so you could live out the future you planned.

As the days passed, you lost hope in being able to reunite with your lover. Memories of him flashed through your mind. “Fuck, Dae-ho.” you whispered, “If only I had one more day with you..” and as if on cue, you heard your phone ring.

You stared for a couple seconds, confused as to who it could be. ‘It wouldn’t be Dae-ho, would it?’ With an ounce of hope left in your mind, you hurried and clicked the green answer button.

Silence lingered, then you heard a voice that made your heart explode.

“Hello?” Dae-ho’s wavering voice sounded “Is this you?”

You jumped up in joy, feeling a huge smile stretch across your face.

“Oh my God, Dae-ho!! It’s actually you!!” You exclaimed. “I missed you so much I thought we’d never talk again.”

A relieved sigh came from the other line, followed by a slight laugh. “I missed you more. How have you been? Where are you? Do you want me to come over?” he bombarded

“Okay woah, I can tell you missed me. I’m doing good, well better than I was a couple days ago, I’m at my house, and yes, I would love for you to come” You answered

The line went quiet for a moment, making you wonder if you’d lost the connection. Just as concern started to creep in, Dae-ho spoke again “Do you remember that promise I made before we got out?”

Of course you remember, his words have been playing on repeat in your mind like a record. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought of it actually coming true. You muttered a quick ‘mhm’ for him to continue.

“Tomorrow, meet me at the cafe down the street from that big market. I don’t know where you stay, so if it’s too far tell me and I’ll call you an uber.” he planned, “Dress up, even though I know you’ll look amazing in anything” You felt the butterflies in your stomach form as he carried on about what’ll happen the next day.

As the conversation came to a close and you got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking of any possible scenario that could happen tomorrow, good and bad.

‘What if my hair doesn’t cooperate?’

‘What if he doesn’t like how I look anymore?’

‘What if he’s setting me up?’

All these unlikely events start to run through your mind and it caused you to be overwhelmed with everything happening. When drifting off to sleep, you hope that everything turns out right.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

You woke up to a constant ‘ding’ blaring through your room every 10 seconds. Immediately, you pressed the power button on your phone thinking maybe you’d accidentally set an alarm. When it didn’t subside after this, you groggily opened your phone to locate the noise.

There were about 15 notifications from Dae-ho, them all texting you as if you’d died in your sleep or something.

A pool of ‘are you awake?’ and ‘are you okay?’ flooded on your lock screen. Not wanting him to worry any further, you decided to text him back

‘goodmorninggg, i’m up now sorry 😭 im okay, how are you?’ You typed, half asleep.

Immediately, your message was read and the bubbles on the left side of the screen appeared.

‘I’m okay. Why do you sleep so late? You scared me.’ the message read. You hadn’t even realized the time. ‘2:26pm’ the clock read. You always had a bad habit of sleeping in but it had gotten unusually bad after getting back from the games.

You quickly apologized in your message, explaining your situation to which he swiftly understood. As the conversation progressed, you discussed your date. You were the type of person that needed to know every detail before doing something, especially something like this.

The both of you decided to meet there at 7pm, to give you time to get ready, and to dress up—but not too much. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you guys had the same definition of too much but you decided to put it aside for now.

Immediately after you guys finished discussing the details, you rushed to get ready. Even though you had 4 hours, it didn’t seem like nearly enough time to see him.

The closet was your first thought, since you basically lived by the rule of getting dressed first, doing hair, then putting on makeup. You scanned your closet for anything that would impress Dae-ho.

It took about 30 minutes alone to pick out an outfit. You decided on a long black dress you bought for your halloween costume that you never got the chance to wear, due to the pickup for the games occurring the same day. You picked out jewelry and a coat to go with it, since it was the beginning of winter.

After getting dressed, you gathered all your makeup supplies and rushed to the bathroom. Doing your makeup took longer than you wanted it to, but you wanted everything to be perfect since this was the first time you’d see him outside of life-or-death situations.

Every wing of eyeliner had to be just right, your lip gloss needed just the right amount of shine, everything had to reflect how much you cared.

The hair was the part you’d been dreading. You didn’t know if it was the detangling, or getting your part straight, but it gave you a headache just thinking about it.

After stalling for about 20 minutes, you finally built up the strength to start on your hair. Pinterest was your best friend for situations like this. You quickly opened the board labeled “hairstyles” and scrolled through them to find the perfect one.

You’d found this beautiful blown-out hairstyle that would look amazing with your outfit and makeup. Since you knew it would take a long time, you silently braced yourself, this wouldn’t be an easy task. You grabbed the blow dryer, flat iron, heat protectant, and got to work.

In about 2 hours, you had finally finished at 6:50pm. The cafe was about 7 minutes away from you, so you grabbed your stuff and walked out of the door.

The drive there was the worst part. Your stomach was doing somersaults. Even though you’d seen eachother at your literal worsts, it still felt so scary. With all these anxieties flashing through your mind, you managed to push them to the back and keep a confident facade.

As you pulled up, you sent a quick text stating your arrival. You fidgeted with the ends of your dress absentmindedly, spacing out and hoping for the best.

The ding of your phone sent shivers down your spine as a text popped up reading ‘Perfect. Come inside and turn to the left, I’m here.’

You felt like throwing up as you walked up to the entrance of the café. The strong smell of caffeine and pastries hit your nose as you searched for Dae-ho in the warm lights.

Turning left as he instructed, you were met with his beaming face, looking like he’d seen the most beautiful sunrise. His eyes widened in awe, and for a moment, he seemed frozen. The corners of his mouth curled up into an infectious smile, and you felt a rush of warmth, knowing that in this moment, you had completely captivated him.

Almost immediately, he jumped up and gave you an engulfing hug. You didn’t know if it was because you were used to the smell of blood being around him, but he smelled astonishingly good. It was like the best mixture of his natural scent and a very expensive cologne.

As he pulled back slightly, you noticed a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands—delicate white lilies mixed with soft pink roses. “These are for you,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I thought it was only right for our first date.”

His hair was down to his neck, loose and messy, quite different from the bun you were used to seeing him in during the games. The collar of his shirt was casually unbuttoned, too. He looked effortlessly flawless.

“You look… wow. You’re so beautiful,” Dae-ho complimented, sending electric shocks through your veins. A rush of shyness met your face—he really thought of you like that?

“It’s so good to see you,” you said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and delight. “You look amazing too. I mean, I always thought you were handsome, but just… wow.” You took the bouquet from him, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

His laughter danced through the air, a sound that brought you so much peace and clarity. “I’m just glad I could pull myself together after… well, everything.” His smile faded a bit, and you felt the silent weight of shared trauma hovering between you.

“Let’s not think about that tonight ,” you suggested softly, taking a seat across from him. “We deserve a night where those horrible games are the last of our worries.”

“Agreed,” he said, leaning forward, his gaze intensifying. “Tonight is about us, and starting fresh,together.”

As you scanned the cafe, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and the faint piano covers playing in the background,you felt the tension from earlier gradually melt away. You could see other people laughing, having the time of their lives. It felt surreal to be part of such a normal scene after everything you had both endured.

The waitress came up to your table and you both ordered drinks; he went for a dark roast coffee while you chose for a sweet vanilla latte. “It’s nice to be able to actually enjoy these little things.” you ranted, “After everything, I never even thought we’d get here.”

Dae-ho's eyes sparkled with that familiar warmth. “I’ve thought about this moment every day since I got back,” he admitted. “Dreamt about sitting across from you in a place that feels safe, where we can just be us.”

That sentiment made your heart swell. You immersed yourself in his beautiful sunkissed eyes. “What do you want for us, Dae-ho?” You asked, knowing that his answer could make or break you.

He hesitated for a moment, his expression solemn. “I want to build a life with you, whatever that looks like. It could be road trips everyday and always having new experiences together, or a cozy apartment with a beautiful family and no worries. I want us to share everything, the good, the bad—everything.”

The sincerity behind his words wrapped around your heart like a warm, familiar blanket. “I want that too,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. The connection was electric, sending sweet shivers up your body.

As you sipped your drinks, Dae-ho leaned in closer, a serious look in his eyes. “You know, I’ve thought about you every single day since we got out. I really missed you.”

“Really? I missed you too,” you replied, voice full of veracity. “It’s been hard without you.”

He took a long pause, as if he was searching for the right words. “I never realized how much I wanted someone like you in my life. Just knowing you were out there somewhere gave me hope.”

You felt your heart pang at his words, you spent all your life searching for a love like this, it felt so good to finally have it. “It was the same for me too. Every time I felt like giving up I had to remind myself of us, and our future.”

A soft smile grew on his face. “I knew we’d find our way back to each other. I just didn’t know how much it would mean to finally be here, like this.”

“Me either,” you said softly. “I was nervous about tonight. I worried that maybe everything would feel different.” You thought back to earlier and how stupid you were for thinking he would see you differently. This is genuinely all you could've asked for.

Dae-ho shook his head with his eyebrows fixed in a furrow. “I was nervous too, but being with you feels right. I could really see us living a perfect life someday”

Your heart swelled with warmth. With him, you felt like you can just be yourself without any fear. He was genuinely your safe space.

“I promise we’ll stay connected. No matter how hard things get, we’ll keep fighting for each other.” You swore, knowing how your past relationships ended and wanting to break the cycle.

“Thank you, really. It means the world to me,” Dae-ho said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours. “I just want us to have a future, no matter how hard it'll be.”

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. “It’s comforting to have someone you know will be there for you, even on the darker days.”

His smile deepened, and for a moment, everything else faded. Just the two of you were in the room—focused on your shared promise. Nothing else mattered in this moment, you were ready to finally create a new beginning.

Silence in the air was broken as he finally spoke up, “I want to build a life where we support each other through any and everything." he grinned. “Even the small moments matter. Like cooking together and trying not to burn the kitchen down.”

You chuckled softly, picturing you both in the kitchen attempting to cook and leaving something in the oven too long. “I can definitely see that happening.”

“And if we accidentally set the place on fire, at least I’ll have an excuse to scoop you up and look all heroic while I rescue you.” he joked, his expression growing more playful

Laughter erupts from you and your eyes sprinkle with joy, causing Dae-ho to lean in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know, I really missed your laugh. It makes everything feel so much brighter.”

“Really?” you asked, feeling warmth spread through your chest, “I missed yours too, it’s cute.”

The atmosphere felt light, almost euphoric, as you both relaxed into the comfort of eachother's presence. “Believe it or not, I was really so nervous for tonight,” Dae-ho admitted, his voice softening as he brushes his hair back behind his ear. “I thought I’d forget how to talk to you.”

“Trust me,” you said, voice tender, “I was nervous too. But I realized that after everything, who else could understand us like this?”

“Exactly,” He said before taking a sip of his coffee. “I feel like I can be myself around you, like I’ve never been able to with anyone else. It’s so freeing.”

“Freedom and love. Isn’t that what life’s really all about?” you said, your voice filled with hope and longing. You felt a warmth in your heart as you spoke, realizing that these two things were what you truly cherished.

As the conversation flowed, you exchanged stories, laughter, and memories—you shared dreams and fears, and slowly the nervousness slowly melted away.

“I can’t believe we made it out,” he said, his voice stern. “I can’t stop thinking about the others we lost… what they would’ve did if they made it out too.”

A brief silence enveloped the moment, both of you remembering the friends that didn’t make it, the faces of people who had shared brutal experiences with you.

“I think they’d want us to live, like really live,” you said firmly, squeezing his hand gently. “To make the most of us getting out, we owe it to them.” Dae-ho silently nodded, the thick atmosphere slowly leaving.

As the evening progressed, you lost track of time, so caught up in the warmth of shared smiles and nervous laughter. You could hardly believe this was the same man who stepped up and took initiative at every rough point during the games, willing to sacrifice himself for everyone's safety.

The night ended slowly as Dae-ho walked you outside to your car. The stars twinkled like tiny beacons in the dark sky above. “It feels different tonight, doesn’t it?” you said, glancing up at the stars. “Yeah, it really does,” he replied, his voice soft but full of warmth.

As you strolled along, flowers in hand, you both shared stories from before you met, your voices mixing with the soft hum of the night. Every smile and nervous chuckle made you feel a little lighter. You realized how much you valued this moment, this time together, away from the chaos and pain that had once consumed you both.

You exchanged glances, and you both understood something unspoken between you. “I never thought I could feel this way again,” you said, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. Dae-ho stepped closer, his gaze steady. “Neither did I. But I’m glad we’re here together.”

Finally, you paused beneath a big, ancient tree. Its branches stretched out like arms, swallowing you both in its shadow. Dae-ho turned to you, his eyes beaming in the starlight. His stare locked onto yours, and he took a step closer, face inches from yours.

"I wish this could last forever baby, I love you." he whispered, breath caressing your skin. Then, without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You felt a spark of connection, and your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened, and everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the moment.

As the kiss lingered, time itself seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into a beautiful blur. When you finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, a mix of desperation and love radiating from him. "Whatever happens, I'll always be here" he said softly, his hand still cradling your face. You smiled, knowing that no matter where life took you, this memory would be a cherished part of your story, a promise of what could be.

[rikas-musings]

TEARS ✶⋆

PAIR: Mark Grayson x Reader, Sinister! Mark x Reader, Mohawk! Mark x Reader, No Goggles! Mark x Reader, Viltrumite! Mark x Reader

SYNOPSIS: He finds you crying.

WARNINGS: mentions of violence, not too graphic though, emotionally constipated men

A/N : let me know if you guys liked these!! i love each variant in a different way mwhahah °ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ°

MAIN MARK

he's coming home, but it doesn't matter what from, because the moment he enters your place, the air feels thick, he calls out your name in a sing-song tone, hoping that will ease any tension.

he hears it then, a single shaky breath, and his eyebrows furrow. he rushes to your room to find you lying on your bed, curled up like something hurt, trying to sob quietly, make yourself smaller

rushing over, he panics. mark grayson is panicking because you look hurt, and he can't stand the sight of his partner hurt

"(Y/N)? Please tell me what's wrong, are you hurt?" he rasps in his voice, hands hovering over your body, looking at you like your entire body is a bruise

"I-I just tried to come back home and I tripped and skinned my knees, then I came home and ordered food and they messed it up, and then I tried to cook but it—" you're cut off by a sob racking through your body like thunder, every emotion is high and rehashing the horrible day makes you unable to stop

he gives you his puppy dog eyes before gently moving himself into the bed beside you caressing your face, and pressing his body agaisnt yours being careful to avoid grazing your knees

comfort, mark will always give you comfort he holds you close as your sobs die down to a sniffle

"I'm sorry your day was so bad... Let me help make it better, I'm gonna be right back." he gives you a small grin before pecking your forehead and speeding out of your place

he comes back 10 minutes later with a bowl of what looks like ice cream

"I got you gelato, it's from Italy, so it's the real deal." he bashfully hands you the bowl, and you flash him a smile, his ears tinge red

SINISTER MARK

this one is the most unstable; therefore, his responses can tend to vary depending on his mood, this man is devoted to you but he's not a lovesick fool

at first, he won't take you seriously, eyes watery, snot running, hair like a birds nest, he may even make fun of you because he doesn't think there's any real reason you have to be upset. he listens in rapture, a weird sense of pleasure he basks in while you sob, especially if you're crying over him, expect him to dryly laugh in your face if that's the case

"You're so cute when you cry, it's not like I'm ever letting you go."

"I-I Mark please," you'd beg, he'd stare at you with empty eyes, raking his fingers through your messy hair

now, if your tears are because of something someone did, like if someone, somehow, hurt you, he doesn't take kindly to someone hurting what's his, he'll lap at your tears while whispering how no one will ever touch you again, caressing your face, the person is already locked away, limbs cracked and bent wrong

"The dumbest vermin I've ever witnessed," he spat in their face before leaving them in the mess of their own bodily fluids

MOHAWK MARK

there's two versions of him in my head, one is more callous, and finds it hard to speak sweet things to you, the other does it easily because he loves big, gross and obsessively (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

this mark is unhinged but differently, his eyes shoot over to you crying, and at first he also wishes to laugh a little because c'mon they look so cute crying like that

that dies down quick when your fingers dig into your scalp, desperation clawing into your fingertips— seeping out like spilled water, he's suddenly worried, not used to the feeling, he'll charge towards you, gripping your shoulders like that'll bring you back here, to him in this moment

"Hey, hey, come on, talk to me, what's wrong?"

you're choking on your own spit, and he's getting increasingly more frustrated with your inability to talk. seeing you like this makes him feel wrong; he doesn't like it

"I just, I can't do this," you heave through your chest, he grabs your head and places it on his chest. you hear the thump in his chest, his heart beating just slightly above normal. for a second, he feels human

shakily, your fingers grasp at him instead, clawing their way into him, never hurting him—because that's nearly impossible for you, but you calm down. he lets out a sigh of relief, he's not always there with words, in fact, he sometimes says things that make it worse. so he resorts to letting you know he is there in this moment with you

NO GOGGLES

this one may be a little freak, but deep down he does care about you.....

you're crying— and he doesn't flinch at first, nor does he take the most pleasure out of it either. he is used to hurting people, and normally, he takes immense pleasure in it, especially if they manage to hurt him, but something about seeing your tear-stained cheeks mixed with your pout makes him feel almost... sad? it feels weird to say it out loud

"Don't be that way, c'mon... what happened?" he's already sighing and pulling you into his chest, relishing in the feeling of you weak in his arms; hearing your pulse run like a rabbit his voice honeyed over your ear

you murmur something about not feeling good enough, and he's genuinely confused, fingers tousled in your hair his voice comes out louder then he means to

"If I choose to have you by my side, trust me, you are enough." his voice comes matter-of-factly as he flashes you a grin, you jump a little at the volume but nod your head in agreement

VILTRUMITE MARK

he's most different from all of them; he doesn't hurt because he wants to, it's because he believes he needs to

so when he sees you, the one person he doesn't hurt, no—chooses not to hurt, cry? he isn't sure if he should be upset or not. years of Viltrumite missions have numbed him out to things such as human emotion, so then why does he feel... like something's off, he feels something wrong in the pit of his stomach, like his organs are suddenly heavier in his body

your weak form curled into the couch, shaking like the entire world is screaming at you, he twitches, subtle but there

he begins to make his way to you, smoothing out your hair, almost coaxing you to come out, but he doesn't speak

not yet

your head cranes up to him slowly, and you know something is off with him, you can tell, the subtle expressions, the little twitches, everything that no one else noticed

so when he silently holds your hand, you let him. a tear falls from your eyes and lands on his hand interlaced with yours, you watch his hand tense, just barely, like you'd stung him

"Why?" one word, one syllable, cuts through the air, his voice like a whisper in the apartment, hushing itself like everyone in the world could hear him

"i felt alone." one sentence, one feeling, yet lots of tears, mark feels something in his stomach turn, and his hand tightens again, just slightly

enough to notice

"I'm... not going anywhere," he eventually says after the long silence you two sit in, and you twitch, just barely, enough for him to notice "..so don't feel alone, not with me, never with me." he finishes

this is definitely one of the earlier times of your vulnerability with mark, so he's not as vocal as he would be in the future; nonetheless, you feel a hint of comfort in the sureness of his words. he doesn't say things like that if he doesn't mean it

[lnfours]

mess it up | l.n

summary: i keep thinking maybe if you let me back in, we can make it better, breaking every habit / you never know what you want til it’s gone.

warnings: second chance romance, ex!lando x ex!reader, mentions of drinking, a little bit of angst, mentions of fear of being vulnerable, ghosting someone, a lot of tears, fluff and i think that’s it.

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it had been eight months since you last saw lando. eight months since you realized your relationship was real and everything you wanted was coming true and it was scary. eight months since you let out a ‘i can’t do this’ instead of having a conversation, stifling a sob as you walked out of his house. out of his life completely.

the first few days were hell. he had called you and asked for an explanation you couldn’t give, because ‘i’m scared’ wasn’t a good enough reason to walk away from someone you love. it wasn’t good enough for the person who would give you the world if you asked.

and now all those feelings you had managed to bury came rushing back as you looked at your friend’s screen, the instagram post mocking you right back in the face. it made you wish you hadn’t asked when she asked if you had seen it. it made a unsettling knot form in your stomach.

she looked as you looked at it glossy eyed, nodding your head. it was a picture of lando and another girl, a pretty, thin, blonde who had a bright smile. the two of them were smiling softly for the camera, which was clearly taken by paparazzi. your heart jumped to your throat at the idea of him being with someone else when you wished it was you.

“she’s pretty,” you nodded as your friend looked at you with sad eyes, “i really hope he’s happy,”

“y/n,”

you smiled softly, grabbing your things and standing from the table, “i’m okay, just gonna get some air,” you said to her and with that you left the group, walking out the doors of the pub. you let out a shaky breath as a tear fell down your cheek, contemplating what your heart was telling you. you knew you shouldn’t, but you were in his part town, a mere few minutes from his house.

maybe it wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn’t bear it anymore. you had to tell him before it was too late. so you ignored the voice in your head telling you to stop, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of his house.

you rehearsed your speech on the way over, praying that no matter the outcome, you were able to tell him how you really felt without choking up and saying ‘forget it’. you held out for the small sliver of hope that he’d tell you he still felt the same way and he never stopped loving you.

but as you rounded the corner, his house coming into view, all you could think about was the mistake you had made. you had everything you wanted in the palm of your hand and you let it go. it was all you could think about as your climbed up the same set of stairs you once fled down, tears pricking your eyes as you came face to face with the wooden front door.

you raised your fist, stopping before you could knock. fear struck you again, the kind of fear you felt when you knew you were too late. but you told yourself you weren’t going to run away this time, you were going to face it head on.

you knocked quickly, pulling your hand away and keeping yourself from running back the same way you came. the sound of the door unlocking rung in your ears before the door opened.

“i told you guys, this is a home-“

he shut his mouth the minute he realized you were standing in front of him. you let out a shaky breath, taking in the sight of him in front of you again. his hair had gotten a little longer, finally taking everyone’s advice on growing out the hair on the back of his head. he had a little bit of facial hair and the bags under his eyes told more about how he was currently feeling than anything could.

you felt a tear roll down your cheek, a deep breath coming before you muttered a soft, “i’m sorry, i should just go-“

“no, wait,” he grabbed your arm before you could fully turn around, “i’m sorry, i just.. what’re you doing here? is everything okay?”

you bit down on your lower lip, trying your best to keep it from quivering as you shook your head, “no, everything’s not okay,”

“what’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head to meet your eyes. you let them meet, the same mysteriously beautiful mixture of green and blue you had fallen in love with searching your eyes for any sign of explanation.

“i gave up,” you said, “before we even had a chance-“

“y/n-“

“no,” you said, “i gave up when it got real because i was scared of falling in love. i was scared of being vulnerable, so i ran. i never even gave you an explanation, i just left, and every day since that night i’ve regretted it. and i know i don’t get to feel a certain way seeing you move on and be happy with someone who deserves you. but, i just can’t being myself to not care because i still love you. and i can’t sit here and act like i don’t.”

your wobbly voice went straight to his heart, his arms wrapping around you as he held you against his chest, resting his head on top of yours as you let out a soft sob, “i’ve got you,”

“i’m sorry, lan,” your soft sobs brought tears to his eyes, a sniffle coming from him as you clung to him, scared to ever lose him again, “i’m so sorry,”

he pressed a kiss to your hairline, “it’s okay, you’re here now,”

[teeramoonlover]

Knock, Knock

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader x Stu Macher

(NSFW)

This is my first time writing oneshot, let alone smut. English is not my first language so bear with me.

Warning: Reader is a Virgin, Cussing, alot of cursing, knife play, mask kink, bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, deep throat, anal, threesome, and double penetration.

*Bold - Voice modulator, Italic - inner voice

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't recognize this deep voice talking to you.

“Who’s this?” Instead of hanging up, your gut feeling tells you to continue the conversation with this stranger. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.

“You don’t need to know about me. I just want to talk to you.”

“Now why should I do that? Stranger danger. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” You saunter around the kitchen counter and stare at the sets of kitchen knives. You pull out a cleaver and wait for them to reply.

The stranger chuckled, amused with your response.

“Just want to call you so I get to know you better.”

You poked your tongue inside your cheek. You put the knife back in its place, humming to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Stranger. You got my attention and I'm bored as hell. Shoot your million dollar question.” You leaned your back on the counter, hand in pocket while another's still holding the phone.

“Tell me, do you like scary movies?” 

“Uhh, yeah.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Does The Addams Family count? 1991 is the best.” You shrugged, checking your nails. The voice grumbled, annoyed with your movie choice.

“That’s not even a scary movie. And it’s a kid show.”

“Excuse me, that movie is my fave and you don’t get to judge my beloved Morticia Addams just because I watch a ‘kid show’. Besides, that movie is still considered horror okay. Take examples like Tim Burton’s production. Even though most of his movies are suitable for children, he still wants to insert horror elements so they could find comfort and won’t make them feel scared anymore. You should try Nightmare before Christmas or maybe Edward Scissorhand for starters.” you jested.  

“Not my kind of style. Edward is weird as fuck.”

“Oh now you’re crossing the line Mr. Nobody. Fun fact for you, Johnny Deep with or without heavy makeup is hot as fuck. Hell, if there’s any Johnny copycat out there, I’ll ride his dick straight away.” you mused. The audacity of this guy.

The stranger hummed.

Is it creepy that I can see him smiling through the phone?

“You should be careful what you wish for. It might come true.”

“Then, Amen for that. I ain’t regret what I said so if you have a problem with it, you jerked your tiny dick somewhere else.” 

He chuckled darkly.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

"What if I have one? Or maybe a girlfriend? What ya gonna do about it?” You rolled your eyes.

The phone went dead silent until a deep growl came out on the line. His voice changed to menacing.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. You’re not even lesbian.”

“Slow down tiger. I can change my preference wherever I want. Anyway, congratulations! You’re successful become from a total stranger to a fucking creep. Now no more games with me. What do you want?” You huffed, getting annoyed and a little creep out with his manic voice.

“Oh baby, you think this is a game? I’ll play a real game for ya. Knock, Knock.”

You yelped when you heard someone banging on your front door.

Shit. Wrong move.

You pull out a metal bat under the counter like you knew this would gonna happen and check around, especially every closed door inside the house. You already watched too many horror movies with Randy that you even know where the killer always comes out from.

“I ask you want more time. What the hell do you want from me?”

“You wanna know, you have to play the game with me.”

You jumped when you heard another banging. And this time, at your backyard.

“Knock. Knock.”

You gulped and took a glimpse at your back. As you saw nobody's there, you pressed your back on the wall and focused on the front door.

“Who’s there?”

You make sure all the doors and windows are already locked as your father went out training with his buddies. He says he will be coming home late.  

Double. Shit.

“Johnny.” 

You innerly scoffed. Oh he likes this game too much. 

“Johnny where?”

“Clever girl. Guess.”

You rushed to the front door and took a look outside from the window. No one was there. You blurted out the answer.

“The backyard.”

“Wrong.”

You shrieked as the sound of a crash came out from the living room. You ran there to see a big gape hole at your now shattered window. You scanned the whole room. Only one wooden chair and shattered glass all over the floor. 

He couldn’t make it inside that fast. You raised the phone as you heard his voice.

“I give you a second chance. Knock, knock.”

“Oh fuck you with your knock knock shit game! What do you want from me?!”

“I want you…to ride me.”

You inhaled sharply at his answer as you turned around with a bat raised in front of you. 

“You’re messing with the wrong person here.” You spitted. He chuckled mockingly, amazed that you still have a bit of spite even though you know you're about to lose the game.

“You should be asking where I am, (Y/N).” He enunciated your name deeply.

Sweat trickle down your temple as you took a step back one at the time. This stranger knowing your name just shot up your nerve haywire.

“Where the fuck are you shithead.” 

“Behind you.”

You turned around and hit the phone right to the side of his face.

His Ghostface leather mask to be exact. 

He covered his head from the hit with his gloved hand and you took that opportunity to bash his head with your metal bat. He doubles in pain as you hit his back with more force and knocks his feet to the floor. He lay on his back, gripping his back painfully as you stepped on his body.

“Now let’s see who's behind the mask.”

Before you could bend down to grab his mask, the air got knocked out from you as someone rammed from your side. Your head got slam on the floor hard followed by a body that stumbled right above you. 

There’s two of them?!

You tried to pry him off from you but it was no use. You could see from your blurred vision that two masked men were now crowded right in front of you. 

The first guy above your head took both of your hands and held them tight, giving out a painful moan from you, while the other one sat on top of your low waist between his thighs, securing your legs from moving.

You tried to trash your body only to feel a sharp knife under your throat. You looked up to see the second guy shaking his head. 

A warning.

“Looks like you lost the game.” Second ghostface seems satisfied seeing you beneath him. The knife in his hand trailed lower and lower to your neck. You could feel a prick of pain as the knife cut deep at your collarbone.

“Losers need to pay the price.” The first ghostface giggled, bringing out a rope from his black robe and tied your hand above your head.

“Two against one? Really fair, does it?” You gritted your teeth. Even though you’re already at their mercy, your mouth still runs like a goddamn sailor.

“Didn’t know this should be a fair game.” Second ghostface shrugged, still lingering his knife around your neck area. 

“So what? You gonna kill me?” 

“Careful, you shouldn’t challenge a killer with a knife. Now you said it, that does sound tempting.” The killer dragged down his knife to your waist. The cold of his blade sent chills down your spine as it put pressure on your stomach, emphasizing his words.

You gulped as you eyed the two ghostface. The one that sat on top of you seems like a person you don’t want to mess with. The way his voice held authority, meaning if he wants to kill you, he’ll make sure you’re good as dead. Even though he’s wearing a mask, you could feel his hot gaze on your throat to your collarbone that already bleed out from the small cut. His gloved hand reached out, smearing your oozing blood with his thumb. He loves it, you can tell.    

Another one above your head, however he's a different kind of persona. He seems to like goofing around and having fun stabbing his victim. More sadistic, more of an unhinged bastard. If he takes his mask off, you bet he'll be that funny, easy going guy. His head tilted to the side, staring at your body in awe. Like you'll become his biggest meal tonight.

"But since you beat my friend here, I'll give you a chance. If you want to live, you need to do something for me." He hinted at the end of his sentence. The first Ghostface started to laugh hysterically. 

Somehow you know what he meant, knowing what they're gonna do to you.

"What do you mean?" You shuddered.

In a split second, he pulled your body and switched position, making you on top of him. You could feel the bulge between your legs as his hands gripped your waist.

"You know what I meant."

Your whole body shivered in fear and excitement. You don’t know why your body react that way. Fear, yes but also excites you?

You already soaked in your panties, though it was the adrenaline of the chase.

You subtly rubbed yourself on his groin. He sighed in content as you kept rubbing his hard on. 

“That’s it, babe.” His breath ragged as both his hands moved your hips and pressed deeper to his crotch. His hips thrust to your core, making you let out a soft moan. 

You feel someone's hand held the back of your head, turning you to meet the first Ghostface. His gloves were already gone from both hands, as he’s working on to half-done his zipper jeans.

“Open your mouth, kitten." He slipped his thumb, pressing your lips to open. He inserted two fingers in and out as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. They were so long that you gagged as it reached at the back of your throat. When he pulled out his fingers, a string of saliva coated them.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your face was red, embarrassing to admit that you never had sex before.

“We know you’re a virgin.” He whispered. His thumb stroking your lower lip, his mask titled to the side.

“Don't worry about that. We promise to make you feel good, m'okay?" The Ghostface under you sat up, his hand tugged teasingly at your waistband while the other one caressed your cheek. His deep voice is surprisingly tender, luring you in like a moth to his flame.

Without thinking, you nodded at his words.

Beneath those masks, their smirk grew wider, finally getting you hooked with them. 

"Lift your hips for me, baby." 

He tore his gloves from his hands and guided your hips upward. As you stand on your knees, he tugged down your shorts and panties in one go. You gasped at how rough, desperate he wanted to strip you naked. 

He took out his knife and started to rip them in half. You shiver from the cold as your clothes discard aside.

A pair of hands from behind reach out to your breast and fondle them. You whimpered as he pulled and squeezed your nipples. Another hand slipped to your wet cunt, thumb circling your clit.

"Gosh, your pussy is so wet for us. We're just getting started." He mused. Slowly, he inserted two fingers inside you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You shuddered, your back laid on someone's chest, who still continued grasping your breast.

"Look at you, seeking pleasure from two psychotic serial killers. Ain't ya a dirty little slut." The one from behind cackled in manic, enjoying seeing you completely vulnerable for him.

You subconsciously ride your hips with his fingers inside you, reaching your high. Your tied arms pressed in front of his chest as his friend from behind starts to dry hump your ass. You could imagine how big their dicks are, one pressing from the back while the other one underneath your pussy, still finger fuck you.

As if they knew you're about to come, he pulled out his fingers. You let out a small whine, feeling the loss of your pussy to be filled. He dip his finger beneath his mask, groaning in pleasure as he tasted your juices with a mix of blood.

Your hair got clutched from behind and dived you to his tent. When he pulled down his boxer, you were awestruck at how thick and veiny his hard rod is. He tapped his dick on your mouth, precum smeared at your lower lips.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled, seeing you looking at his cock like that got him more turned on. 

You flustered, eyeing the two black holes resemble eyes staring at you, silently to gain his permission. He nodded, pushing his tip further into your lips.

You subtly open your mouth, licking his precum and heard his deep groan in return. This made you sucked and licked his tip and moved your hand up and down his length.

He tilted his head back. Though you couldn't see with his mask on, a sense of pride grew in you, pleased to see him feel that way.

"You're sure this is your first time? Fuck, this feels amazing." He bucked his hips in your mouth.

"Open your mouth wide open, tongue down. I'm a deep throat till you swallow all of my cum." You do as he said. He thrust his dick deep in your throat, making you gagged but you held it in. 

He fucked your mouth relentless, both his hands keeping you in place. Tears pooling down your face as saliva spilling from your mouth until your nose touches his pelvis. You tapped his thigh, coughing up when he pulled out his dick from your swollen lips.

You're too focused on the man in front of you, that your ass was raised in the air and gasped as you felt a tongue licking at your entrance.

"Damn I can eat this pussy all day." He growled from behind, licking and biting your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tongue does wonders to you. 

You gagged as he pounds in and out of your mouth, while from behind a tongue lick deep in your entrance. His nose teasing your clit, earning you a moan vibrating through the dick in your mouth. Both of them release low moans, reaching their high.

You tap his thigh, pull you away from his dick as you feel a knot in your stomach.

"I-I some-something d-down there." You cried out, feel his friend's wet tongue thrust in and out of your cunt. You gasped from sensation, as he's licked your rim hole.

"Then cum all over his mouth, princess. Let him taste every drop." He strokes his dick as you stick your tongue out to his tip. You feel your release as the man behind lapping your juices clean.

"God, she tastes so good. I wanna fuck her wet cunt till she's scream."

The killer in front of you didn't say a word, staring at his friend 

"You can't have her. She beat you up, remember?"

"The fuck that's supposed to mean? We won, she lost."

"Correction, you get beat to a pulp and I'm the one stopping it. So, I get the prize and you just, I don't know. Enjoy the show?"

"I'm already hard and you’re telling me just to watch you all over her? Hell no man!" 

They way they're talking about you like you aren't there bothers you, but at the same time kind of hot.

You could tell his friend was frustrated, agitated while him with you on his lap stroking his tip to your folds. You whimpered as he nudged his face mask closer to your neck. You could feel his wet tongue licking and sucking at the cut he gave you. 

Deep down you know your choice terrifies you but you don't want his friend left behind.

"There's two holes for a reason, ya know." You mumbled low, but somehow both killers caught on to what you said. They both were stunned. Not long after, the one you sit on his lap snickered darkly.

"You're one dirty little virgin. Didn't know you're into that." He gripped your hips closer to his already hard crotch. You blushed at his indication.

Truth is, you stumbled upon a porn magazine from Stu's wardrobe, asking you for his sweatpants as he was in the bathroom. Curiosity kills you when you open the magazine, the page showed a blond woman penetrated by two men, dick in her cunt while another in her ass.

The image haunted you yet deep down you want to know how it feels like, to get banged by two. As you stare at her lustful face, you jump when you hear Billy's voice from outside Stu's room. So, you threw away the magazine and hastily grabbed his shorts. When Billy enters the room, he stares at you intensely. He always does every time you're in his sight. He raised an eyebrow as you gave the shorts, muttered, "Give it to Stu, he wants it." and you made a mad dash out of his room.

You know for the fact that the chances you're getting DP is slim to none. But seeing as of now, your fuzzy brain was like why not.

"You're an angel, you know that? That's why you're perfect for us." The frustrated Ghostface was now like he's in cloud nine when you told him that, hugging you from behind.

"You're meant for us, (Y/N). Remember that." The one with you on his lap was now laying down on the floor, bringing you with him so that your pussy was placed right on his outstretched cock. As his tip penetrated your entrance, you whimpered as the slight discomfort got you. As your tied arms gripped the black cloth of his front, his hand teasing your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

As he is completely inside you, the discomfort was replaced slowly with pleasure, fullness from his thick length. His sighed in relief, loving his dick snug deep in your pussy like a vice.

"Fuck you're so tight, baby." He rasped as he helped adjust his length inside you. When he felt you ready, he slowly thrust in and out of you, making you moan.

"You like that? You like riding this cock?" His slow thrust became erratic as he rammed your throbbing cunt. Your mouth gaped open, couldn't reform words when he hit you at the right spot. 

"Y-yes, right there. Shit! You're so big." You uttered breathlessly, bouncing his dick as he thrust deeper in you. 

As you ride him, you feel another one trying to penetrate your asshole. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, stopping you as he continued to push in, hissing at your shoulder.

"S-shit! My cock gonna cut in half if you keep squeezing me like that." He buried his face on your neck as he roughly thrust you in one go, making you scream.

"M'sorry babe. Can't help it."

You try to glare at his face, or more precisely his mask. You could imagine his stupid grin, staring at you adoringly. 

This is too much. For you, a virgin and never been fuck let alone anal, this is a lot to take in. You could feel their dicks stretched inside every hole of you down there. You try adjusting to this new stimulation. They’re both moving in sync, in and out of you, feeling both of their dicks rubbing your wall one at the time. It makes you see stars as they fasten their phase.

Skin slapping filled the room, with your moan and their groan in a mix.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’mma cum!” You feel his hand gripping your hips as his thrust turns sloppy. Your body started to shake as the one beneath encircled his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest as he slammed you hard on your g-spot. 

You nearly scream from pleasure as orgasm washed over you, followed by the one behind, pumping his seed into your throbbing asshole. Your pussy tightens is all it needs from the one beneath you to paint his cum on your walls. 

He gave his one hard, second thrust at your asshole then pulled out his softened cock. The way he stared at his cum spilling from your ass stirred something inside him.

His fingers subconsciously slipped his overflow cum inside your hole. For some reason, he doesn’t want a single drop of his seed leaking out of you.

You take a deep inhale as your eyes flutter close, trying to calm from your euphoric state. You could hear his heartbeat thumping as your head laid on his chest, with him too catching his breath.

The only thing you remember is feeling a peck on your forehead and a kiss from your nape, with a deep raspy voice you manage to hear before exhaustion overtook your body.

“That’s my good girl.”

After you pass out…

“Man, that’s the best thing happen in my life!” Stu sighed, satisfied as he pulled off his Ghostface mask and slipped in his now soft dick in his pants. He looked over at his friend who was still lying on the ground with their favorite girl on top of him.

“You're lucky I came up with this plan. Knew it our girl had same fantasies like us.” He grinned, smiling like an idiot, while Billy too slowly took off the mask.

“If you didn’t pull out that porn magazine, she wouldn’t even think about it, genius.” He murmured as he stroked your arm. He sighed in relief with his eyes closed, hearing your soft snores calmed him.

Maybe they could pay you another visit, and it will be on nice bed this time.

And sure as hell he'll make sure of that.

[kissmeizuku]

"Nasty dog." Izuku x Reader

Awww, such an innocent cute little oblivious boy!

Right?

Yeah, no, wrong.

He's kinky as FUCK.

Thanks to his best friend, Y/N.

Ugh, the way she lifts her leg up to kick at the punching bag, the way she twists her hips to aim her punches better, the way she sweats and pants...

It's got him fucked up.

He's had the biggest most obvious crush on her, ever since middle school. But he still doesn't know how to tell her.

Overtime, his feelings grew, and he got hit with MAD puberty.

Now?

He's horny and dirty minded as hell when it comes to her.

God, how much I wish I could just pin her against the wall, kiss her passionately, rip her clothes off right there and then... No, Izuku! Bad Izuku! He thought to himself as you sparred together.

He'd let you roughhouse him anytime.

He's just horny as fuck for your touch, no matter what it is.

After a while, you both took a break, leaning against the wall to catch your breath.

He turned his head to you, smiling shakily, face red from probably not just the training.

"H-Hey, do you want a sip?" He asked, voice wobbly and flustered as he handed you his water bottle.

"Thanks, Izu." Y/N smiled sweetly, taking the water bottle and sipping it.

Izuku was fine with it at first, until the idea suddenly came to his mind.

They technically just kissed.

They shared the water, their lips touched the same item. They basically just touched each other's lips.

They practically kissed.

And, now, his face was BURNING and his eyes were as clear as glass.

Flustered and turned on, yet again.

"You okay?" Y/N poked his cheek, getting his attention and snapping him back into reality.

"Wh-A-! Oh y-yeah!! I'm fine!!-" he laughed nervously, the laugh sounding a bit too forced even to him.

After a few more hours of training, they went back to the dorm common room, greeted by the entire class casually arguing over Uno on the floor.

Mina saw from the corner of her eye, Izuku all red faced and stuttering like an idiot.

She knows exactly what that is.

She grinned wickedly, practically jumping out of her seat. "Heyyyy, guys!!~" She chirped, holding back a giggle.

Y/N smiled and waved, and Izuku shrunk into his shoulders. He knows what the alien girls gonna do now...

"Sooo, how was your training?? I bet you worked real hard... real close~" Mina snickered.

"A-Ashido!!" Izuku exclaimed, at this point his face glowing from the intense blush spread across it.

Mina burst out giggling, squealing excitedly. "So were you??!! Did you guys kiss!!?" She yelled, the entire class whipping their heads around at that.

Y/N blinked in confusion, Izuku felt like he was going to pass out at that very moment.

"Hah? We were just sparring. What are you talking about?" Y/N asked obliviously, tilting her head.

"A-Ahh! Y-Y/N, I don't think that's a vEry good idEA to aSK that!!-" Izuku squeaked out, but Mina interuppted him impatiently.

"Ughhh! You seriously haven't told her yetttt!?" Mina complained to Izuku.

"Told me what?" Y/N questioned, blinking rapidly.

Bakugo groaned in annoyance, leaning back against the floor. "That the damn nerds got the fattest crush on you." He explained simply, as if it were the most casual thing to blurt out.

[luvyeni]

SAY CHEESE ,, 나재민

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ model!jaemin x fem!reader wc. 2.5k+

genre. smut

𓄷 includes ... fingering, unprotected sex, corruption kink, praise kink

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i needed a soft one , been doing cheating and yandere fics all week.

❪ masterlist! ❫

“i don't know chaewon,” you hear your roommate's footsteps padding behind you as you make your way into your bedroom— she was right on your hip as tried to close the door, pushing it open as you sat on your bed. “this is your assignment, and i don't feel comfortable doing it for you.”

your roommate whines sitting down on your bed as well. “please yn, i can't miss this internship it will be career changing, and you're the only person i know who can take photos as well as i do, maybe even better , and i know you wont try and fuck him cause you havent fucked anyone in your life.” she said, you scoffed. “why can't you text the guy and tell him you have another shoot?” you asked. “because this model is already hard to get and if i don't get this shoot im gonna fail my class.” she explained. “you passed this class last semester so you understand how much of a hard ass this teacher is.” she said.

“please yn,” she begged, “i will buy groceries for next month if you do this for me,” you thought about it, it was a good deal. “fine.” your friend smiled, clapping in excitement. “thank you, thank you so much.” she said hugging you. “okay, okay let me go.” you pulled away. “it's a two day shoot, he has his own hair and makeup team so all you have to do is show up and take pretty pictures of the pretty man.” she said. “who is this mysterious model who is so hard to get?”

“na jaemin.” she said, you knew the name; he was new to the modeling scene, but he was quickly growing, establishing himself in the cut throat industry. “how’d you manage to get him, i thought he was like london for a fashion show?” you asked. “what business does he have with a mediocre college student photoshoot?” your best friend scoffed. “ignoring the mediocre part, you know donghyuck?” you nodded, he had a crush on your roommate and was very open about it. “well he apparently knows jaemin, and he set this up for me , in exchange for a date.” you nodded. “using your assets, good for you.”

“yeah, and i didn't know this would be the only days he'd be free, and i didn't catch it until i checked my schedule.” she said standing up. “i'll text him and let him know, thank you so much.” you nodded. “Whatever, don't complain next month when it's time to shop for food.” she smiled sheepishly. “i won't promise.” she said. “now get out, i have to work on this essay that's due in like 4 hours.”

the next day was the day of the shoot, luckily you didn't have class so it wasn't a big inconvenience— the night before you made sure all your cameras were charged and working properly, thankfully they were and you were ready to go. “here's the address, you might want to get there earlier than he does so you can be ready , he's pretty busy and we don't know how long he has on his schedule.” your friend came back into your room , to which you agreed.

you got to the destination of the shoot a few hours before the shoot, cleaning up the place a bit; setting up the background and decorations. you brought a few snacks and drinks for him and his staff, also setting those out for the taking. you sent your roommate a quick message wishing her good luck with her internship, the door to the place opening. “hello?”

you looked up from your phone; he came in smiling, his team following behind him , he had this aura to him, he definitely was a model, he was attractive— very attractive, it made you kind of speechless. “h-hi.” you said, letting them come in. “you guys can set up over there.”

you finished up your texting, deciding to make yourself known for real. “hi im yn.” you watched him lift his eyebrow in confusion. “yn?” he asked. “what happened to chaewon? hyuck told me this was for her class.” chaewon didn't text him— you were gonna kill her. “it is, she had a internship today and she couldn't miss it, she also couldn't miss this shoot because then she'd fail this class and she didn't want to do that so she sent me.” jaemin watched you nervously fiddle with your finger as you explained yourself, smiling to himself. “is that okay? i can show you some of my work if it makes you comfortable.”

“no baby doll don't worry,” his words made you freeze up. “hyuck said chaewon was nice girl, so im sure she surrounds herself with other nice girls.” his eyes scanned up your body, making your cheeks heat up as he made eye contact with yours. “you seem like a nice girl.” you nodded, still flustered. “o-okay, i'm gonna go finish setting up, you guys can finish getting him ready, i brought snacks in case any of you get hungry they're over there so.” you quickly ran over to your camera. “she's cute.” his stylist said. “so adorable.” his makeup artist said, he smiled, pulling out his phone.

jaemin. your girl didn't show up, her roommate did.

hyuck. ik she text me , and told me, yn is a good girl though, she's also a photographer.

jaemin. single?

hyuck. definitely, she doesn't even come out much. why you like?

jaemin. very much.

hyuck. go for it then 😉

he watched you adjust the camera, muttering something to yourself, his stylist handed him his outfit to get changed into, he took the clothes into his hand, making his way over to you. he stood behind you, waiting for you to take notice of him. “we can get started when—” you turned around to where the boy was already standing there, extremely close, close enough where you could smell his cologne. “I have to change into my clothes.” he said. “chaewon gave me a dress code.” you nodded. “of course she did.” you looked around the studio. “there's no bathrooms in here , and i don't have the key to the one outside.”

“don't stress baby doll,” there was that nickname again, “i’ve had to change in public before, nothing knew.” he walked away leaving you confused, until you seen his arms lifting up and off his shirt went; your hands coming up to cover your eyes. “you-you're gonna get dressed here.” he laughed at you. “it's not like there's anywhere else,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “you act like you've never seen a naked man before.” you hadn't , but he didn't know that. “ju-just quickly get changed.” you fanned your heated face , he smiled.

jaemin knew you probably hadn't, he just wanted to see your reaction and he was thoroughly amused at what he was seeing. “get dressed and leave the poor girl alone.” his stylist said, slapping the back of his head. he finished changing his clothes, just as you were turning around. “great we can finally get started.”

the shoot went good, you took a bunch; a few you knew chaewon would like and a few you liked, you probably took over 100 photos of the boy; not that you were complaining, you got to stare at this gorgeous man and not look like a weirdo. “how do they look?” jaemin asked. “would you like to see?” he nodded, coming behind the camera; you showed him your laptop screen. “see?”

“you're really talented?” he watched you try and hide a smile at his praise. “you can smile baby doll, it was a compliment,” he said. “th-thank you.” you said with your head down. “which ones do you like?” he asked. “huh?” you said confused. “oh-oh well this is chaewons project so i just did what I know she likes.” he hummed, “yeah i know it's chaewons, but if it was your project, what would you choose?” you didn't realize how close he was until you could feel his breathing on your neck.

“um.” you clicked through the photos. “th-these three.” you pointed out. “oh someone likes my upper body i see?” he laughed as you turned around wide eyed, stuttering out an explanation. “don't worry i don't mind it all, i got into this business to be stared at and admired by pretty and sweet girls like you.” he said. “tell chaewon she should use these, her roommate has good taste.”

the rest of the shoot went by in a blur, soon you were cleaning up and jaemin was changing back into his comfortable clothes. “we'll go get the car ready.” he nodded, his small staff leaving the studio, leaving you and him alone; just what he wanted, he watched you talk on the phone. “i should be home soon, don't worry, yeah , no i'm not saying it, fine i love you too, bye.” you hung up. “boyfriend?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “oh no, that was chaewon.” you chuckled.

“so a pretty little thing like you don't have a boyfriend?” you shyly nodded, “like ever?” you were embarrassed. “no it's okay baby doll i'm just a bit shocked.” he said. “it's you're so pretty, I never would have imagined you were single.” he said , coming closer making you nervously turn around , but you could still get hear him getting closer until he was caging you against the table. “ja-jaemin.”

“come on pretty, let me make you feel good.” he pressed up against you. “turn around for me.” he whispered in your ear, smiling when obediently did. “good girl, you listen well.” you eyes were wide. “your staff.” he smirked. “trust, they know, don't worry about that.” his hand came up to your thigh, making its way up your skirt. “i-i’ve never done this before.” you felt his hand close to your clothed cunt. “i know pretty just relax.” you felt his hand on your mound, making you close your legs around his arms. “no.” he smiled. “you gotta keep them open if you want me to make you feel good.”

you slowly opened your legs allowing him to move again. “good girl.” he thumbed on your clit, you let out a whimper, biting your lip to cover it up. “let me hear all those pretty noises.” he pulled your panties to the side. “i'm gonna put a finger inside you, okay?” you nodded, his slowly ran his finger up your slit, before pushing his finger in. “ja-jaemin.” you moaned. “feel good?” he moved his finger in and out. “you're so wet, this pretty pussy never been played with, you're dripping all over my hand.”

you were a mess, your face was so fucked out from one finger it made him hard as a rock. “m’gonna add another one okay?” you nodded, he lifted your leg higher holding it as he added another finger. “good girl , taking two of my fingers.” he praised, you really like that, your cunt tightening around his digits. “you liked that? me praising you?” you nodded. “answer me baby doll , you like when i praise you?”

“y-yes i do.” you felt a sensation bubbling in your stomach. “ja-jaemin i feel.” you couldn't stop it from coming, your legs closing around his hand once again, as your orgasm washed over you.

jaemins eyes lit up light a child's on christmas morning as he watched you orgasm, your juices covering his finger. “there you go, cumming all over my hand.” he cursed, feeling his cock begging to be freed from his sweats. “good girl, let it all for me, fuck im so hard right now” he groaned, pressing his lip to the side of your head. “you want me to fuck you? stretch your little pussy out?”

you moaned, nodding. “pl-please.” you weren't really waiting for “the perfect guy” but right about now, you were really worked up and the way you could feel jaemins grinding his clothed cock against you— he was the perfect guy.

he lifted you on to the counter. “sh-shit.” he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hissing, the air hitting his leaky tip. “so fucking hard for you doll, ready for me?” you bit your lip as he lined his cock up to your entrance. “fuck.” he groaned as he slowly worked himself inside you. “jaemin.” you moaned, he held your hips down. “fuck don't move baby, let me do it.” he fully seethed himself inside you. “fuck, you're so tight.”

he slowly moved; your cunt barely letting him out, he was in heaven— and so were you, hold his bicep , your head thrown back as he fucked you, you never felt this sensation before, but you loved it. “please, faster.” you moaned , he smirked, speeding up. “you want more?” he groaned, his hips now slapping against yours with much force. “fuck baby doll i'll give you more.”

you could feel the counter below you shaking as he fucked into you vigorously. “that's it, take nana fat cock inside you.” he groaned, slowly losing himself. “fuck you're little pussy is so good.” he cursed. “fuck i'm gonna cum.” he moaned. “you going cum for me?” he toyed with your clit. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

and with his words and him fucking into you deeply, kissing your cervix you soon cumming hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt tightened around him, his cursed as he came inside you. “oh fuck yn.” he sighed, his head dropping as he came, you could feel him every inch of him twitching inside you you as he covered your inside in white. “oh fuck.”

he slowly pulled out, smirking as you whimpered. “so sensitive baby.” he said, his cum leaking from your hole. “that felt good baby.” he kissed your neck. “so good if my staff weren't waiting for me, i would stuff my cock back into your pretty pussy.” smiling as you whined. “there's always tomorrow.” he said, pulling away, finally letting you get dressed.

“will you be back tomorrow?” he asked. “yeah, chaewon has another day at her internship.” he helped you pack up all your cameras. “good.” he handed you the bag. “i’ll come without my staff,” you yelped as he pulled you close. “why?”

“because after you take all the pictures you need , i don't need any distractions when i teach you to take my cock in that pretty mouth.”

©LUVYENI

[corvessa]

Queues, Questions, and Unexpected Love

a/n: Call me weird, call me a geek but AU where theo is like a model/actor dating a weird programmer girl sounds perfect to me. Honestly thought about making more one-shots about this if it goes well, just because its cute.

Summary: As you sit and wait to get out of the low priority que, your boyfriend decides to pop in your stream and create a wholesome moment talking about how you two met

The timer on the screen ticked slowly.

9:52 remaining.

You sighed, stretching your arms above your head as your League of Legends client counted down the latest low priority queue sentence—five games, each with a ten-minute wait, because someone (you) had rage quit during a dodgy ranked game three nights ago.

"Guys, I swear this system is rigged," you muttered into your mic, spinning slightly in your gaming chair. "I’m gonna be out of low priority when I’m 40."

The chat buzzed.

- girl ur gonna age like milk before that queue ends - low prio AGAIN?? lmao - karma for locking in jungle and then leaving

You smirked. “Y’all are fake. You know I’m the best jungle you’ve ever seen.”

The minutes crawled by, and you leaned back, looking at your second monitor. The other screens were lit up with VSCode, a half-finished Godot project, and a Twitch dashboard. Your mug of coffee was cold. Your hoodie sleeves were half-pushed up. Your hair was messy, your eyeliner slightly smudged, and you were exactly where you wanted to be.

A soft knock echoed from off-camera.

“Babe?” came the warm voice.

You turned, grinning instinctively. “You wanna join me while I suffer?”

Theodore Nott appeared in the corner of the frame like a cutscene character unlocking mid-game. Tousled hair, worn grey T-shirt, sleepy blue eyes. Your chat lost it.

- OMFGGGGGGGG - IT’S HIM. THE FACE. - how is HE real. no bc HOW - chat behave 😭 this is a sacred moment

Theodore sat beside you and slipped one ear of your spare headset on, resting his chin in his hand as he scanned the chat with a lazy smile. “What are we playing?”

“League,” you muttered. “But I’m in timeout.”

He laughed. “Ah, the punishment corner.”

The chat pinged again, and then came that message. Bold. A bit rude. But... not entirely unexpected.

- Not tryna be mean but like… how did he fall in love with her? No offense. Y’all just seem like total opposites.

The chat stalled for half a beat. And then:

- uhhhhhh bro?? - MODS?? - 👀 this is gonna be good

You blinked. “Oh no,” you whispered. “Here we go.”

But Theo didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in a bit, resting one arm on the back of your chair as he looked into the camera—calm, amused, completely unbothered.

“How did I fall in love with her?” he repeated aloud, with that slow, melodic accent that made everything he said sound like it belonged in a Netflix drama. “Easy.”

You glanced at him, raising a brow.

He smiled, eyes still locked on the chat. “She didn’t care who I was. Not once. First time we talked, she rolled her eyes at me. Called me a distraction.”

Chat: 🔥🔥🔥

- STOP THIS IS SO MOVIE CORE - SHE WON - calling a model a distraction = power move - I’m kicking my feet

“She had this setup—screens everywhere, cables like some futuristic spaghetti. I asked what she was building. She said, ‘A better world than the one you’re walking around in.’”

You slapped a hand over your face. “I DID NOT SAY THAT.”

“You did,” he grinned. “Exactly that. And I just thought, Dio mio, who is this girl who talks to code like it's poetry?”

- SHAKESPEARE WISHES - i would combust if someone said that about me 😭 - I need a Theo in my life. rn.

“She built her own PC. Built her own games. Built a community. And she still thinks she’s the ‘weird one’ in the relationship?” He shook his head. “No. I’m the lucky one. I get to love the smartest person I know. The fact that she also looks very good in sweatpants is just... bonus.”

You groaned and shoved his shoulder gently, hiding your face in your sleeve. “Theoooo.”

He chuckled. “It’s true!”

Another question popped up in chat, and Theodore read it aloud.

how did y’all even meet??

He grinned, glancing at you.

“Oh, this one’s my favorite,” he said. “So. I walk into the wrong building in Milan. Looking for a press junket for this indie film I was promoting. I see flashing lights and think, ‘Cool. Art installation.’ Turns out it’s not art—it’s her, setting up this monster of a computer at a tech convention.”

You leaned into the mic. “He asked me if it was a robot. I told him to move because he was blocking the airflow.”

Chat:

- LMAOOOOO - pls she negged him into love - girlboss levels: MAX - blocking airflow = grounds for breakup tbh

“But I was intrigued,” Theo said, shrugging. “So I stayed. I asked questions. She answered. I offered to carry her tower rig back to her car and nearly dropped it.”

“You did drop it.”

He looked sheepish. “Yes. But then I showed up to her stream that night. And every stream after. Even when I didn’t understand what the hell was happening on screen.”

You looked at him, your smile softening. “You still don’t.”

“True,” he admitted, nudging you. “But I understand you. And that’s all I really wanted to know.”

You went quiet for a second, watching the queue timer hit 00:18 and counting down. It almost felt like a metaphor.

- BRO SAID “i understand YOU” 😭😭😭 - I can’t even get a text back and she’s getting Shakespeare - chat’s collectively in love with Theodore now - someone propose to someone RIGHT NOW

The game launched with a soft chime.

“Welp,” you muttered. “Time to carry.”

Theo kissed your temple. “Don’t rage quit this time.”

“I make no promises.”

[cherbii]

KILL BILL | Toji Fushiguro

synapses -> Toji Fushiguro was the water to your oil, the gasoline to your fire. He was the one to break your heart and ruin your make up in one breath. Toji Fushiguro is also your ex you swore you wouldn’t go back to, but, he’d crawling back to you.

warnings -> (frat)TOXIC!EX!Toji x TOXIC!BITCHY!Reader, alcohol use, cheating, fingering, bathroom sexual activities mdni

You didn’t even want to come, but you showed up anyway. If there was one thing about you, it’s that you never missed the opportunity to remind people who the fuck you were. That, and you were bored.

The second you walked into the frat house, it hit you. Cheap beer, bad decisions, and the same recycled playlist blasting in every room. Someone already spilled a drink. Some girl was crying in the hallway. Nothing changed.

You looked perfect. Short black dress, heels that clicked loud when you walked, lip gloss so shiny it looked weaponized. Every girl glanced at you. Every guy stared too long. You knew. You didn’t care. You were already sick of the attention and you’d been there five minutes.

Keisuke—your plaything, was behind you, trailing like a lost dog. He had one hand on your lower back and the other holding two drinks. One for him, one for you, like you couldn’t have gotten it yourself.

“Hey, babe,” he said in your ear, already too close. “I missed you today.”

You blinked at him. “Okay.”

He laughed like it was cute. It wasn’t. You took the drink, barely nodded, and walked deeper into the house. The living room was packed, bodies everywhere, and someone already started beer pong. Same tired game. Same loser frat boys thinking a trick shot meant they deserved head.

You leaned against the wall and sipped. Weak drink. Tasted like juice and regret. Keisuke tried to pull you closer, arm around your waist. You slipped out of it easily. “Don’t get clingy. It’s embarrassing.”

His smile faltered, just for a second. You liked that. You didn’t come here to be coddled. You came here to be seen.

You scanned the room with disinterest. Recognized a few girls you hated. One was wearing your dress from two months ago. You smirked. She didn’t fill it out like you did.

“Wanna go say hi to Jiro and them?” Keisuke asked. He was trying again. He was always trying.

You didn’t even look at him. “No.”

“Oh… okay.”

“I’m gonna get a real drink.” You walked away without waiting for him to follow. You could already feel him getting insecure. Good. He was boring anyway.

In the kitchen, someone handed you vodka straight from the bottle. You took a swig like it was nothing. It burned a little. You didn’t react. You turned around to lean on the counter, cup in hand, heels crossed at the ankle, bored out of your mind. Some guy tried to talk to you. You shut it down with a glance.

Then you felt it.

Not the drink. Not the music. Not even the high from knowing every girl in the room wished they were you.

You felt him.

Your eyes flicked up. You didn’t react. You didn’t have to. You already knew what you were about to see.

Toji.

Same spot as always. Leaning against the doorway like he owned it. Fitted black shirt stretched across his chest. Chain visible. Arms crossed. That face. Same cocky mouth. Same look like nothing surprised him, except maybe the fact that you looked better than ever.

He had no right looking that good.

You held his stare for half a second then looked away, like he wasn’t worth the energy. You sipped again. Slowly. Like you didn’t feel the heat in your chest start to creep.

He was already walking towards you. You didn’t even get annoyed. You expected it. He stopped in front of you. Close. Too close. Like he forgot what space was. Or maybe he knew you’d never really asked for it.

“You come here with that pretty little boy?” he asked, voice low.

You didn’t even blink. “You still stalking me?”

He smiled. That smug, hot-ass smile. “Didn’t need to. You always show up when I stop thinking about you.”

“Funny. I don’t think about you at all.”

“That why you wore my favorite dress?”

You laughed. “You think this is about you? That’s cute.”

“It’s always about me.”

You looked him up and down, slow and obvious. He looked good. Too good. You hated him for it. “You really haven’t changed,” you said.

He stepped in closer. You didn’t move. “Why would I?” he said. “Shit worked for you.”

“It didn’t.”

He leaned in like he wanted to say something in your ear. You leaned back just slightly. He noticed. Smiled again. “You still get wet when I look at you like that?”

You sipped your drink. Unbothered. “No. But I dry up fast when you open your mouth.”

Toji laughed, low and rough. Like you were the funniest fucking thing in the world. “Still sharp, ma.”

“Still desperate, Toji.”

He tilted his head. “If I’m desperate, what’s that make you? You’re the one with some soft little boyfriend and you still showed up here looking for a reaction.”

“I showed up because I was bored.”

“No,” he said, voice low. “You showed up because no one fucks you like I did.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not special.”

“I was the best you ever had.”

“And I’ve had better since.”

“Lying doesn’t suit you.” He reached for your chin, gentle but cocky, like he still thought he had the right. You slapped his hand away hard enough to make a few heads turn. He smiled like you kissed him. “Still a brat,” he said.

“Still a bitch,” you shot back.

The tension sat between you, heavy but familiar. You both liked it there. You wouldn’t admit it, but this was what you missed. The push, the bite, the feeling of being matched.

“Go back to your little girlfriend,” you said. “I’m not playing this game with you.”

He leaned in one last time, his breath hot against your cheek. “She’s not you,” he said. “That’s the problem.”

You turned away before he could see you react. Your chest was tight, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not now. Not ever.

You left the kitchen like nothing happened. Made your way back to Keisuke. He looked relieved to see you. Like he thought you were gonna ditch him.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Fine.”

“You look mad.”

“I’m fine.”

“Wanna dance or something?”

You stared at him. “No.”

He tried to laugh it off. You didn’t. You finished your drink in one go, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you said.

He stumbled behind you, eager like always. You didn’t care. You weren’t thinking about him. You weren’t even thinking about what you were about to do.

You were thinking about Toji.

You didn’t even close the door all the way. Keisuke fumbled behind you, breathless, already acting like he couldn’t believe his luck. He had that look, like he thought he finally won something, like he’d unlocked the golden fucking prize. You rolled your eyes. Guys like him were always easy. Always too eager. Too available. You never had to chase him, and that was the problem.

He sat on the edge of the bed like he was waiting for instructions. You let your dress ride higher up your thighs as you walked toward the window, pretending to be interested in the view outside. It was dark. Loud. You could hear people yelling downstairs. Your eyes scanned the yard for a second. You didn’t know what you were looking for. Or maybe you did.

Keisuke’s voice broke through. “You okay?”

You turned around slowly. “Do I look not okay?”

He blinked. “No, no—you just seem… distracted.”

You stepped forward, close enough to stand between his knees. “Then focus me.”

His hands landed on your waist like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. You didn’t move. Just stared down at him, waiting to feel anything. You didn’t.

You tilted your head when he leaned up to kiss you, let it happen because you were already here. His lips were soft, almost unsure, and his hands were too polite. Like he thought he was handling something breakable. It made your skin crawl.

You pushed him down against the mattress and climbed over him, straddling his lap. He let out this shaky little breath like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You bit back a laugh. His hands slid down your hips. Too slow. Too hesitant.

“You’re stiff,” you said, bored.

“I—I’m just nervous.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“I dunno. You’re just… hot.”

You stared at him, completely unimpressed. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“I didn’t mean it like that—.”

You leaned forward, your lips almost brushing his ear. “Relax. It’s not that deep. You don’t have to pretend like you know what you’re doing.”

That shut him up.

You rolled your hips against his lap, slowly. His hands tightened on your waist and his breath stuttered. He was hard already. Of course he was. You could get a guy hard just by breathing. That’s how easy they were.

But your mind was somewhere else. You hated that it was, but it was. Because no matter how deep you sank into Keisuke’s lap, no matter how many compliments he whispered, you kept thinking about the way Toji looked at you downstairs. Like he already knew no one would ever compare.

And the worst part? He was right.

Toji wasn’t just the best you ever had. He was the only one who ever knew how to really handle you. You didn’t need someone who treated you like you were soft. You needed someone who matched your energy, who pushed back, who didn’t care how pretty you looked when you were pissed.

Keisuke couldn’t do that. He couldn’t even touch you like he meant it.

You pulled back suddenly and sat on the edge of the bed, fixing your dress. Keisuke looked dazed.

“You okay?” He asked again.

“I’m over it,” you said, flat.

“What?”

You stood up and checked your reflection in the mirror across the room. Your lip gloss was still perfect. Hair still fine. Not a smudge out of place. “I said I’m over it,” you repeated. “I’m bored. This isn’t fun.”

His face dropped. “Wait. What the hell?”

“You’re sweet,” you said, adjusting your straps. “Just not what I need.”

He stood up too fast. “Are you serious?”

You didn’t even look at him. “Dead serious.”

“You dragged me up here—.”

“You followed,” you cut in. “Don’t act like I begged you.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but you weren’t listening anymore. You already had your hand on the door.

“You should go,” you said, opening it. “Before I get really mean.”

And you left.

You didn’t go back downstairs right away. You leaned against the wall in the hallway, scrolling through your phone like nothing happened. You knew what this looked like. Your walk of shame. You didn’t care. You looked good. Your dress was still tight, still short. Your face was still beat. Your legs still smooth and crossed at the ankle.

Girls gave you looks when you passed. You smirked at them. Guys stared. You didn’t stop.

Back in the kitchen, the music was louder. The crowd had changed. More people. More chaos. You pushed past some drunk couple making out against the counter and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

Then you felt him again. That stupid pull. That tension that settled right between your shoulder blades when he was nearby.

You turned your head.

Toji was leaning against the same doorway. Alone this time. No girl on his arm. Just a red cup in hand and that smirk like he already knew what happened upstairs.

“Back so soon, ma?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your water. “Don’t call me that.”

“You used to love it.”

“I used to love a lot of things that make me cringe now.”

He pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, just slow enough to piss you off. “He couldn’t fuck you right, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. Your silence said more than words ever could.

Toji chuckled, low and smug. “You always come back.”

“I didn’t come back. I was never with you.”

“You were,” he said. “Every damn night for months.”

“And now I’m not.”

He stepped even closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin to meet his eyes. “You miss me.”

You scoffed. “I miss the dick. That’s it.”

“That’s what I meant.”

You hated him for being right. You hated him for still smelling good. For standing too close. For looking at you like he’d already won and you hadn’t even decided if you were playing yet.

He brushed a strand of hair off your shoulder. You let him. “You know he can’t fuck you like I did.”

You tilted your head. “You think that’s all I care about?”

“It’s the only thing that ever shut you up.”

You laughed. “That’s rich coming from the man who used to blow my phone up every time I ghosted him.”

He smiled. “Yeah, but you always came back.”

Your breath hitched just slightly. Not enough for him to catch it. But you felt it. That slip. You looked at him, face unreadable. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You don’t need to say it, ma. I see it all over your face.”

He leaned in, real close, and for a second you didn’t move.

Then you did. You stepped back.He raised a brow.

“Don’t get cocky,” you said. “I’m not letting you touch me again.”

He smiled. “You will.”

And then he walked away like he knew you were watching.

Because you were.

After that, you got blackout drunk.

You woke up with your makeup still on and your heels still by the door. The sun leaking through your blinds was too fucking loud. Your throat was dry, your phone was blowing up, and someone had definitely taken a video of you storming out of that frat house last night. You didn’t bother checking.

You didn’t dream, or maybe you did, but it didn’t matter. You’d been running on autopilot lately. Party. Pose. Play the part. The high never lasted but you liked the attention. You liked walking in and making bitches uncomfortable just by existing. You liked knowing everyone in the room either wanted you or wanted to be you.

But today your body felt sore in that useless way, tight from irritation, not pleasure. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and stared in the mirror. Lip gloss smudged. Lashes crooked. Still hot.

You tied your hair back, brushed your teeth, and threw on a tiny crop top with some low-rise jeans you knew would piss someone off. You were already twenty minutes late for brunch with the girls but you didn’t care. They’d wait.

You Ubered with sunglasses on and your phone in your hand. Two missed calls from Keisuke. One long text. You didn’t even read it. He was lucky you didn’t block him. He bored you.

The brunch spot was one of those places that tried too hard to be “cool.” Faux vintage decor. Neon signs. Pink drinks. Trendy for the sake of being trendy. You hated it. But it was perfect for pretending everything was fine.

You walked in and saw them right away.

Mika. Yuna. Reina. All overdressed like usual. All sipping mimosas like they weren’t already on their third round. They lit up when they saw you, like the star of the show had finally arrived.

“There she is,” Reina said, sliding over. “We were about to order for you.”

“Cute of you to think I trust your taste,” you said, sliding into the booth and taking Mika’s drink right out of her hand.

“You look hot,” Yuna said, chewing on ice.

“You look tired,” you said, sipping.

They laughed. You didn’t.

“So,” Mika said, leaning forward. “Spill. What the fuck happened last night?”

You raised a brow. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. You left with Keisuke. Then came down looking like you wanted to commit murder. And then Toji started acting weird as hell. Did you see him? He looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone.”

You kept sipping.

“I mean I know he’s always a little possessive,” Reina added, “but that was different. He looked pissed.”

“Maybe because she reminded him what he lost,” Yuna said with a smirk.

You glanced at her, slow. “You say that like I’m something you can lose.”

They giggled like they weren’t scared of you. Like you wouldn’t rip someone apart over a shared look. Maybe they’d gotten comfortable. Maybe you’d been too quiet lately.

You leaned back and stretched your arms, eyes scanning the table. Everyone was watching you. Waiting. You were the center, as usual. You gave them a lazy smile. “Toji’s just mad because I don’t care anymore.”

Mika tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t be dumb,” you said. “I’ve moved on.”

Yuna raised her glass. “To moving on.”

You didn’t toast. You just downed the rest of the mimosa and flagged the waiter for another.

But deep down, your stomach tightened.

You hadn’t told them about the conversation in the kitchen. About how close Toji got. About the way he still smelled like heat and bad decisions. About the way your heart spiked when he called you ma, like nothing had changed. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just habit. That he was just doing what he always did, getting in your head.

Still, your phone burned in your pocket. You hadn’t blocked his number. You hadn’t even muted it. If you opened your messages, you knew you’d see his name. But you didn’t. You weren’t giving him that.

“You should come out tonight,” Reina said, refilling her glass. “It’s that rooftop party downtown. Super exclusive.”

You yawned. “Sounds exhausting.”

“You love exclusive.”

“I love attention. That’s different.”

“We’ll get you drunk,” Mika said.

“I was drunk last night,” you replied. “Didn’t help.”

They all stared for a beat too long. Like they were waiting for the real you to show up. The one who didn’t care. The one who laughed at her own chaos and made it look good.

So you smiled. Sharp and fake. “Fine. I’ll come.” They cheered like you just saved the night. But inside, your thoughts were still stuck on one thing. One person.

You hated that he still got to you. Hated that your body remembered him. Hated that no one else had ever made you feel like a fire waiting to go off.

Keisuke was sweet. Soft. Predictable. Toji was everything he wasn’t. Messy. Toxic. Addictive. And you? You were built for destruction. Built to ruin and be ruined. You were never meant to be good. That’s why it worked. That’s why it still haunted you.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You pulled it out. One new message.

Toji (DNI)

You looked good last night. Like you wanted me to ruin you again.

You stared at the screen.

Mika leaned in. “Who is it?”

“No one,” you said, locking it.

But your hand stayed on the phone, thumb brushing the side like it might burn if you held it too long.

Reina noticed. “Is it him?”

“No.”

Yuna raised a brow. “Liar.” You didn’t say anything. The silence stretched long enough to feel real. Then you smiled again. “So what are we wearing tonight?”

And just like that, the topic shifted. Clothes. Nails. Boys. Plans.

But Toji was still there, in the pit of your stomach, in the back of your mind, in the memory of his hands and the way he said your name like it belonged to him.

You didn’t want to want him.

But you did.

And that was the problem.

The evening came around.

The rooftop was packed. Bodies everywhere. Loud music, soft lighting, girls taking videos they’d pretend not to care about tomorrow. It smelled like perfume and champagne and everyone trying too hard. You didn’t have to try. You just walked in and eyes turned. You didn’t bother hiding the smirk on your face. Let them stare. Let them talk. That’s what they were going to do either way.

You were in something light blue and tight. It hugged your body and stopped right below your ass. Thin straps. Chest out. Back bare. Soft makeup, lips glossed up, hair loose over your shoulders. You weren’t overdressed. Everyone else was just under you.

Mika spotted you first. She waved you over to the table they claimed near the DJ booth. Reina and Yuna were already there, drinks in hand, looking way too eager. You gave them a quick once-over and then sat without saying a word.

“You look insane,” Yuna said, her voice already two drinks in.

You sipped the champagne someone handed you and crossed your legs. “I know.”

Mika leaned forward. “He’s here.”

You didn’t even look up. “Okay?”

“You don’t care?”

You licked gloss from your bottom lip, slow. “Why would I?”

Reina looked past your shoulder toward the bar. “He’s with the frat guys. Hasn’t looked over yet.”

You didn’t turn. Didn’t flinch. You didn’t come for him. You didn’t need to. He’d come to you. He always did.

“Last night wasn’t enough for him?” Yuna asked, nudging you with her shoulder.

You raised a brow. “We talked.”

Mika snorted. “Yeah. We saw the way he was looking at you. That was not just talking.”

“He can look all he wants. That’s all he gets.”

But that wasn’t exactly true. Not with how your skin still burned from the way he said your name last night. Not with how your thighs clenched a little just remembering the way he stared at your mouth when you weren’t even speaking. You hadn’t touched. Hadn’t kissed. He didn’t even get close enough to breathe on you. But it lingered. Still did.

And he knew it.

Your phone buzzed. You didn’t check it. You already knew who it was.

Instead, you stood. “I’m getting a drink.”

“You still have one,” Reina said.

“Not cold enough.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You walked across the floor with your head high, hips swaying just enough. You didn’t look to see if he was watching. You didn’t need to. He was.

The bar was crowded. You pushed between two girls who were too busy giggling over their tabs to notice. The bartender moved toward you immediately.

“Vodka soda. Tall. No lime.” You said it clean. Loud enough to be heard. Calm enough to sound bored. It took exactly three seconds before a shadow slid up beside you.

“Blue looks good on you.”

You turned your head slightly. “Toji.”

He smirked. “Didn’t think you’d show.”

“I didn’t show for you.”

“No?”

“Get over yourself.”

He looked at you like he wanted to laugh. “Can’t. You made sure of that.”

You grabbed your drink when it came, took a slow sip, eyes still on his. He looked good. White tee. Jeans slung low on his hips. Chain against his skin. Hair messy like he didn’t even try. He probably didn’t. He didn’t have to.

“You ignoring my texts now?” He asked.

“You bored?”

He stepped in closer. “You’re the one who said never again. Just making sure you meant it.”

You leaned against the bar, your dress tightening at the waist as you shifted. “I did.”

His eyes dropped once, quick, sharp, then dragged back up to your mouth. “Shame. You’re still acting like mine.”

You laughed once, low and bitchy. “You wish.”

He took another step forward. Not touching. But close enough that your bare arm almost brushed his chest. “If I wanted to fuck you, I’d already have you in the back of someone’s car right now.”

Your smile dropped a little. “If you were that good, you wouldn’t have to talk about it.

His grin spread, slow and cocky. “I don’t talk. I make you beg.”

You tilted your head. “That’s funny. I don’t remember begging.”

He leaned in, breath just barely brushing your cheek. “You remember how I made you cum.”

You didn’t blink. “You’re not special.”

“I’m the best you’ve had and you know it.”

“You were just loud,” you said, eyes sharp. “Loud doesn’t mean good.”

He chuckled under his breath. “You’re real bold for someone who couldn’t even walk straight the day after.”

You reached up and adjusted your strap. Letting his eyes follow your fingers for a second before saying, “You’re real confident for someone I won’t fuck again.”

Toji looked down at your drink, then back up. “You’re already soaking through that dress and I haven’t even touched you.”

You didn’t react. Not with your face. But your legs pressed tighter under the bar. You lifted your glass to your lips. “You know what’s sad?”

“What.”

“That you think talking to me like this is gonna change anything.”

He gave you that half smile again. “You saying no with your mouth but yes everywhere else.”

“You’ve been replaced, Toji.”

“By who? Your little tennis boyfriend?”

You blinked. “He doesn’t lie to me.”

“Because he doesn’t know you. Not like I do.”

“He doesn’t need to.”

Toji tilted his head. “So why are you wet right now, ma?”

Your jaw twitched. He saw it. You wanted to slap him. You wanted to drag him somewhere private and ruin him. You hated him. You hated how right he was.

He leaned in closer. “Let me remind you.”

“You’re not touching me.”

“I won’t need to.”

You shoved your drink into his chest. Not hard. Not gentle either.

“Keep dreaming,” you said.

And then you turned. Walked away. Didn’t look back.

But you felt him staring the whole way.

And you hated how bad you wanted him to follow.

You didn’t flinch until you made it back to the table. And even then, barely. You smoothed your dress, took a sip of champagne, ignored the questions already in Reina’s throat. Yuna opened her mouth to say something. You gave her a look. She shut it.

You didn’t talk about Toji.

You didn’t need to.

It was all over your face. The flush in your cheeks. The slight shake in your hand. The way your thighs were pressed together under the table like your body was betraying you in real time.

He still had you.

And you fucking loathed it.

You reached for your clutch, checking your lip gloss in the compact mirror, giving yourself something to do while you calmed down. You were fine. You were composed. Nothing happened. Just words. Just heat. No contact. No slip. Nothing.

Except your panties were damp and your breathing was shallow and your chest felt tight.

Whatever. You’d seen better. Had better.

Right?

The music shifted. Bass heavy. Something slow. Something slutty. Mika dragged you up to dance. You didn’t want to. You went anyway. You moved. You smiled. You kept it cute. You felt eyes on you the whole time.

Not just his. Everyone’s.

But especially his.

You didn’t turn. You made him watch.

And when his hand curled around your wrist from behind, you didn’t jump. Didn’t pull away. You just looked over your shoulder with a deadpan stare.

“Toji...”

“You walked away.”

“I tend to do that when someone’s full of shit.”

He pulled you off the floor like he didn’t care who was watching. Like he knew no one would stop him. You didn’t resist. You let him lead you down the stairs and out the back door into the night air. You were done pretending you didn’t want it.

But you weren’t gonna make it easy for him.

He backed you against the wall. Not touching. Just looking. Like he couldn’t believe he got you here. Like he was already picturing what he’d do next.

“You gonna hit me or kiss me?” You asked, breath even, voice sharp.

“I’m gonna make you say please.”

You snorted. “I’d rather choke.”

His eyes dropped to your mouth. “Say less.”

And then he kissed you. Rough. Hot. Like he’d been starving. His hands slid up your waist, slow, squeezing your hips like he missed the feel of your skin under his fingers. Your lips parted out of instinct. He took it as an invitation.

You kissed him back. Harder. Meaner. You bit his lip. He groaned against your mouth and shoved you harder into the wall. You liked the way he lost control for you. You liked knowing no one else got this side of him.

His hands slid up to your chest. You grabbed his wrists. “You think I’m easy?”

He looked you dead in the eyes. “No. I think you’re desperate.”

You slapped him.

His jaw tensed. He licked the corner of his mouth, eyes wild.

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time. His hand tangled in your hair. Your hands were on his chest, his neck, his chain. You yanked it once. He didn’t flinch.

“You miss this,” he said against your mouth.

“Shut up.”

“You gonna let me fuck you, ma?”

You stared at him, chest rising. “You really think you deserve it?”

“I know I do.”

He moved his hand under your dress. You grabbed it. Tight.

“No touching.”

He smiled. “That how it is?”

“You want it?” you asked, nails digging into his wrist. “Earn it.”

Toji stepped back. Breathing heavy. Eyes dark. His boner was obvious through his jeans. You made a point not to look. Not to give him the satisfaction.

You fixed your strap again. Patted your hair. Rolled your lip gloss back over your mouth.

“You’re not fucking me tonight.”

“I’m not?”

“No.”

“You’re gonna go back to your girls and act like I didn’t have you up against a wall?”

“You didn’t have shit.”

He stepped back toward you again. Close. Nose brushing yours. “You’ll be thinking about it all night.”

You stared him down. “I’ve got better things to do.”

“Like who?”

You leaned in, lips at his ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Then you walked off.

And you made sure your ass swayed with every step.

You didn’t even look back.

But you knew.

He was watching.

You didn’t go back to the table. You didn’t say a word.

Your hands were shaking. Not enough to be obvious, but enough that you noticed when you reached for the champagne and your fingers wrapped around the stem too tight. You hated it. You hated that he still had that much control. That just a kiss and a few words had you so wet it was distracting.

You kept your legs crossed under the table and your mouth shut. You didn’t want questions. You didn’t want looks. You wanted silence.

But Reina was already eyeing you.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t even say anything—”

“You don’t need to.”

You downed the rest of your drink and grabbed your phone, not even looking at them when you stood. “I’ll be back.”

You didn’t even wait for a response before you headed for the bathroom.

You didn’t lock the stall this time. You just leaned back against the wall, one heel popped up behind you, staring blankly at your reflection in the metal. You looked perfect. You always did. Dress still in place. Lip gloss still glossy. Hair still exactly how you styled it. No smudges. No signs of what just happened.

Except the way your chest was rising a little too fast.

Except the way your thighs were pressed too tightly together.

Except the way your mind kept replaying the look on his face when you walked away from him.

You pulled out your phone. No texts. Not yet.

You waited another minute.

Still nothing.

And then.

Toji

open the door

don’t make me knock again

ma

last warning

You rolled your eyes.

You waited.

Then you unlocked the stall and opened it.

He was already inside before you could say anything. Closed the door behind him. Locked it. Backed you up without a word.

You should’ve shoved him. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve said no again.

But you didn’t.

You let him crowd you. Let him box you in with his arms on either side of your head. Let him stare.

“Still pretending you don’t want it?” He asked, voice low.

You scoffed. “Still pretending you have a chance?”

“You’re not leaving this stall unless you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

You laughed in his face. “You really think I’m that easy?”

“I think your thighs are clenched like you’re about to cum just from me breathing on you.”

Your jaw tensed.

“You don’t know shit.”

He leaned in, mouth barely brushing your cheek. “Then why are you shaking?”

You hated him. You hated that he wasn’t wrong. You hated that his cologne was already in your nose and under your skin. You hated how his breath was warm on your neck and how he still smelled like weed and sweat and the best fuck you ever had.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered.

“Say please.”

You met his eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

“You’re wet.”

You slapped his chest. He didn’t move.

“You wanna hit me again, ma?” he said, smiling like he loved it. “Go ahead. I can take it.”

“I should call my boyfriend.”

“Then do it.” He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Call him. Let him hear how wet you are right now.”

You didn’t take the phone.

“You’re sick.”

“No,” he said, dropping the phone back in his pocket. “I’m the best you’ve ever had.”You bit your lip. He stepped closer. His mouth brushed your ear. “You gonna lie to me again?”

You pushed at his chest. “I said don’t touch me.”

He didn’t listen. His hand went to your waist. Slow. Confident. He dragged it up your side, resting right under your ribs.

“You’re not even gonna stop me,” he murmured.

You stared him down. “You think you have that kind of pull?”

“I know I do.”

He leaned down and kissed your neck. Just once. Just enough to make your whole body stiffen.

“You’re not fucking me in this bathroom,” you said, voice low.

“Didn’t say I was,” he said, kissing lower. “I’m just reminding you who this pussy belongs to.”

You gasped and slapped him again. Harder.

His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

You didn’t pull away.

He stared at you. Inches away. Breathing heavy. Fingers tight around your wrist.

“I’ll stop,” he said, voice calm, too calm. “All you gotta do is tell me you don’t want it.”

You didn’t say anything.

You couldn’t.

Your whole body was buzzing. Your legs were shaking. Your panties were ruined. And you still weren’t giving in. Not yet. Not fully.

But god, you wanted to.

He let your wrist go.

And stepped back.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Didn’t think so.”

You hated him.

You hated yourself more.

You should’ve left.

You should’ve shoved him off and stormed out with your head high and your thighs clenched like it didn’t affect you. Like you weren’t dripping for him. Like you didn’t need his mouth on you, his hands, his voice. But you didn’t move. You just stared him down, breathing too hard, your pride barely holding together.

Toji leaned in, real fucking slow, eyes locked on yours like he was waiting.

“You gonna keep running that mouth,” he said, voice low, “or you gonna be a good girl and say it?”

Your jaw clenched.

He grinned. “What, ma? You scared of telling the truth?”

“I don’t beg,” you snapped.

He laughed once under his breath and stepped into you. His hand found your thigh again. Palm warm, fingers rough. He didn’t even try to tease this time. Just dragged your panties to the side and slid a thick finger through your folds like he owned it.

You sucked in a breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, licking his lips. “You’re soaked.”

“Don’t—.” You whispered, but your voice cracked.

He kissed your neck. Just once. Just enough. His voice dropped.

“Say it.”

“No.”

His thumb circled your clit. Your hips jerked.

“Say it.”

You swallowed.

“You think I don’t know how to break you?” He whispered.

His fingers moved slow. Deep. Two inside you now. Curling just right. Your legs shook.

“You think I don’t remember every spot that makes you melt?”

You tried to keep your face blank. You really did. But your body had already betrayed you. Your head was tipped back. Your chest was rising too fast. Your thighs were parting just a little wider. You felt him smile against your skin.

“You gonna say it, ma,” he murmured, tongue flicking the shell of your ear. “Or you want me to stop?”

He slowed his fingers to a crawl.

You whimpered.

“I hate you,” you breathed.

His thumb paused.

“Try again.”

You snapped. “Fine—fuck—Toji—just—please.”

His eyes locked on yours. “Say it.”

You blinked, chest tight. “I want it.”

“What do you want?”

You were absolutely going to put a bullet in your head.

“You.”

He raised a brow. “Say it right.”

You groaned, voice cracking. “I want you.”

He pressed a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips. Soft. Like a reward. Then his hand picked up pace, fucking you with his fingers like he knew exactly how close you were.

“Good girl.”

You moaned.

“Louder.”

You grabbed his shoulder. “Fuck—Toji—don’t stop—.”

He chuckled against your throat. “Not planning to.”

His thumb pressed tight circles against your clit, his fingers fucking into you harder, faster. You were panting now, grinding against his hand, body betraying you completely.

“Say it again.”

“Toji—!”

“Say you missed it.”

“I missed it,” you gasped, hips jerking. “I fucking missed it.”

He kissed you this time, deep, hot, tongue sliding against yours while he fingered you through it. You came, with a whimper in his mouth, body convulsing, thighs squeezing his wrist, his hand not stopping until you were twitching and pushing him back.

He pulled his fingers out, smirking. Slick coating them all the way down to his knuckles.

“Told you you’d cave.”

You didn’t answer.

You were too busy catching your breath, dress wrinkled, panties ruined, and hate burning behind your eyes.

He licked his fingers slow. “Still taste the same.”

You wanted to slap him again.

Instead, you fixed your dress, yanked the door open, and walked out first.

Not a single word.

But he was smiling when he followed.

Like he already won.

[galaxy-stardust]

Time-out with the Task Force

Part 11

The kitchen was already in full chaos when you and Simon stepped out of your room. Soap was wrestling with a frying pan, Price was sipping his coffee with the patience of a saint, and Gaz looked like he was this close to throwing the entire carton of eggs at the wall.

"For fuck’s sake, Soap, stop flipping the pancakes so damn high!" Gaz snapped as another pancake hit the ceiling and stayed there.

"It’s called skill, mate!" Soap grinned, flipping another one with exaggerated flair.

"It’s called making a fucking mess," Simon muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he went straight for the coffee pot.

You snorted and stepped in before things could get worse, grabbing the spatula from Soap before he could launch another pancake into orbit. "Alright, enough, let me handle this before we all starve."

Soap pouted but backed away dramatically. "Fine, but don’t expect ‘em to be as fancy as mine."

"Fancy?" Gaz scoffed, pointing to the pancake still glued to the ceiling. "That thing’s gonna be up there longer than we are."

You rolled your eyes and focused on flipping the remaining pancakes, trying not to laugh as the guys bickered behind you. Meanwhile, Simon leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee and watching the chaos unfold with mild amusement.

Price, ever the dad of the group, finally clapped his hands together. "Alright, children, enough. Let’s eat before we miss checkout."

Breakfast was loud, chaotic, and filled with teasing, but eventually, everyone had their fill.

And then came the ride home.

You had barely pulled onto the road when the bickering started.

"Shotgun!" Soap called, lunging for the front seat.

"Like hell you are," Gaz said, grabbing him by the hoodie and yanking him back. "You DJ like a toddler on a sugar high."

"That’s cause my taste is better than yours!"

"Your taste is horrendous!"

Meanwhile, Simon was already climbing into the backseat with you, completely ignoring the chaos. He stretched his legs out, arms crossed, watching as the front-seat battle continued.

"I swear to God," Price sighed, rubbing his temples, "if one of you doesn’t just sit the hell down, I’m leaving you both here."

That shut them up real quick.

Gaz smugly took the front seat, while Soap grumbled and flopped into the seat in front of you.

The ride should have been peaceful, but that was wishful thinking.

Soap and Gaz immediately started arguing over the music.

"Turn it up, I can barely hear it!"

"I can definitely hear it, turn it down!"

"This song’s a banger, shut up and listen!"

"I swear to fucking - "

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT IT!" Price roared from the driver’s seat.

Silence.

For about two minutes.

Then, Soap turned to you with a smirk. "So, how was your night with Ghost, eh?"

Simon immediately kicked the back of his seat. "Don’t."

Soap just cackled.

~~~~~~~~~

By the time you made it home, you were exhausted.

Simon barely got the door closed before you sighed, stretching out your sore muscles. "I love them, but Jesus Christ, that was the worst drive ever."

"Hmm," Simon agreed, tossing his bag aside before stepping up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Missed having you to myself."

You leaned back against him, smiling as he pressed a slow kiss to your neck. "You had me all weekend."

"Not like I want," he murmured, voice low and rough.

Heat curled in your stomach as his hands roamed, sliding up under your shirt. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm." He nipped at your earlobe before spinning you around, lifting you effortlessly.

You yelped as he carried you straight to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. "Simon!"

"S’been hours, love. You owe me."* His smirk was dangerous as he tossed you onto the bed, climbing over you with dark intent in his eyes.

And suddenly, exhaustion was the last thing on your mind...

💀 "TF141: Absolute Professionals" Group Chat 💀

🔥 Soap: Alright, I think we can all agree—BEST trip ever.

🦅Gaz: Best? Are we forgetting the snowball fight that turned into an actual war?

🔥 Soap: You’re just mad I got you square in the face.

🦅Gaz: Mad? No. Plotting revenge? Maybe.

🧢Price: Can’t believe I spent a weekend wrangling you idiots. Thought we were soldiers, not children.

🔥Soap: C’mon, Price, you had fun. Admit it.

🧢Price: I had fun watching you nearly concuss yourself on that snowboard.

🔥Soap: …Low blow, mate.

🦅Gaz: Speaking of low blows - where’s Ghost?

🔥Soap: Do you even need to ask?

🦅Gaz: Bet he’s recovering from all the tension he built up during the trip.

🔥Soap: Man was wound up tighter than a spring. No way they aren’t making up for lost time right now.

🦅Gaz: Poor bed frame.

🦅Gaz: Hope the walls are thick.

🧢Price: That’s enough.

🔥Soap: Aye, aye, Captain.

🦅Gaz: But seriously, good trip. We should do it again.

🔥Soap: Absolutely. But next time, let’s pick a place where I don’t almost die on a snowboard.

🦅Gaz: No promises.

Meanwhile…

Simon’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, but he ignored it, arms still wrapped securely around you. He exhaled, pressing a lazy kiss to your hair.

"They’re talking about us, aren’t they?" you mumbled sleepily against his chest.

"Mmm," he hummed, lips curving into a smirk. "Let ‘em."

And with that, he tightened his hold on you and let sleep pull him under.

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing. note: hiii i love being a little delulu, so i had to do this. it is also my first time doing a smau for the f1 fandom, so be kind with me! if you see some mistakes please know that english is not my first language and i noticed them once everything was finished, lol. ♡

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user1 Alex x Y/N content incoming????

user2 they haven't been seen together in a while user3 i don't think they're friends anymore user4 he left a comment lol

alex_albon brownie's the real star in this pic

yourusername forget about pic credits.

user5 she was in greece a couple of days ago, oh to be rich

user6 and pretty user7 and have famous friends user8 and BE famous

williamsracing Thanks for accepting our invitation, we can't wait to have you with us this weekend!

alex_albon YOUR invitation???

user9 we're sleeping in the fact that she's gonna be in the paddock this weekend for the first time

user10 she's living the dream

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user11 caption is so real

user12 she's just like us fr

tchalamet call me next time you're in nyc

user13 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE user14 timmy is doing what all of us want to do

haileybieber pretty girl

user15 idk abt u guys but i see lando in the likes 👀

user16 don't read too much into it user17 they’re probable friends user18 i wanna be her

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there is no cause in calling or messaging alex, you know he will not answer. not when qualy is just an hour away and he needs to be prepared.

you don’t know where you are. you see the main entrance a couple of meters away, but you can’t remember where to go from there. but you also can’t stand all day in a place you don’t know, surrounded by fans and people too eager to notice how lost you look. the best you can do is walk around and find your way back; if you have any luck you’ll find alex’s garage before he has to go out. to wish him luck and punch him in the face.

you send him one last message, promising to make his life a living hell, and put your phone away.

you’re trying to follow the path you remember in your head, when someone comes barreling into you.

“hey!” the person says a little out of breath. “i was just looking for you.”

you take off your sunglasses to get a better look and it dawns on you that you definitely know this person. or at least you’ve seen him countless of times in your tv, sometimes in alex’s instagram stories too.

“charles!” you really don’t know him, this is definitely the first time you are speaking to him, but you’ve never been so happy to see someone you barely know before. “oh my god, you won’t believe what alex did to me.”

“i know,” he says immediately and you furrow your eyebrows. he shows you his phone, as if that will tell you what you need to know, but when you don’t speak, he smiles hesitantly. you don’t know if the blush on his cheeks is because he was running to get to you or if it’s for a whole different reason. “i saw your story and thought maybe i could help you?”

you process his words for a few seconds, until you realize who really is in front of you. “oh my god, charles!” you exclaim a little louder, drawing attention, and you witness how people begin to notice charles’ presence because of that. he looks at you with confusion on his face, race suit hanging low around his waist. “you’re not supposed to be here, you should be in your car.”

charles’ blush deepens. “yeah,” he says, scratching his neck and avoiding your gaze. “but i couldn’t leave a pretty girl here all alone.”

now it’s your turn to blush, cheeks heating up so much that you’re sure everyone around you can see it.

“let’s go, please. i don’t want to be the reason why you’re gonna be scolded for.”

you walk beside him, trying to give him space as he takes selfies with a few fans that have the courage to approach him. however, charles apologizes with a smile when he sees you a couple of meters away and, as you walk side by side, you can’t help but notice heads turning in your direction and whispers of your name and his.

you fall into an easy conversation that ends up sooner than you’d have liked. but you don’t part ways until his number is on your phone and the promise to text him on your lips.

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user21 mother is mothering

williamsracing Oh no, thank YOU for accepting our invitation and enjoying with us, even if you got lost for a minute. 💙

yourusername it was all alex’s fault alex_albon NO DON'T LISTEN TO HER, THEY ARE FRAMING ME !!!!

user22 everybody calm down… CHARLES IS IN HER LIKES

user23 so it’s true what everyone’s been saying? they were together on saturday??? user24 idk but there are pics of them walking together user25 not my boyfriend trying to steal my girlfriend

romeestrijd you need to take me w you next time. ❤️‍🔥

yourusername we'll have so much fun! user26 does this mean you're going to the next race?

user27 why do people always assume a driver's dating someone when they like a pic??? u’re acting crazy

user28 like friendships between a man and a woman exists, HELLO !?!?

charles_leclerc thanks for stopping by.

user29 CHARLES WHAT user30 Stopping by where? user31 what do you mean?? i mean what do you- what do you mean??

user32 not Y/N replying to all her friends comments and not charles' 🤣🤣

user33 she's too much for him user34 HE'S too much for her x

note: ups, hello to you again… if you make it here, thank u sm! let me give you a lil kiss on the forehead. btw i’m planning on making this a series, so if you liked it please let me know. and if you want to request something, feel free! comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏼

[blegh-110]

ii. "you told me i was pretty when i looked like a mess" | Sam Monroe

Pairing: older brother's best friend!Sam Monroe x fem!reader

Summary: Best friend’s older brother!Sam Monroe who you could always count on when you were 13 and he was 15.

Warnings: None

Word count: 976

Next Part

Your hands shook as you applied some tinted lip balm, the tube almost slipping out of your hand because of the sweat forming. 

It was the night of the school’s winter dance, and you were asked to go with a boy who was in your Spanish class. He sat in front of you and always asked to copy your homework, and you’d oblige because every single time he’d say “you’re amazing” and “what what I do without you?” And the occasional tease, “these better be right, or i'm gonna have to ask someone else.” 

It felt too good to be true when he asked you to go with him to the dance, but he was just so nice to you when you saw him. In the end, it was too good to be true when you overheard his friends ask him why he chose you and not the girl he actually liked. 

“She’s been letting me copy her homework, I thought this could be like a ‘thank you’.” 

“But it’s fucking awkward, none of us know her, our dates don’t either, and she’s not really talking. She's just there.”  

You did feel out of place the entire time. Apparently the girl he liked was friends with the other guys dates, they all ran in the same circle and you were the odd one out. While they had their inside jokes and well established friendships, you barely knew your own date. And he didn’t really bother to include you. So you did end up just sitting and listening and wishing you could partake. 

The second you found out his true reasoning to ask you out, the tears came and you wanted to go home. But how? Your date’s mother was the one to drop everyone off. Your brother was out with his girlfriend, and you knew he’d be pissed if he had to leave and pick up his crying, little sister. And the last thing you wanted was to get bombarded with questions from your parents if you did go home so early. 

You called the only person you could think of. You weren’t sure what the plan was, but you just didn’t want to be alone. 

And just seeing him, someone who you feel safe in the presence of, you run into his arms and let the tears flow. It was hard to make out from your watery explanation, but he understood what happened and held you just a little tighter. Despite his anger, there was nothing he could do. They were still in middle school and Sam was a sophmore in high school, he’d look like the loser if he went inside and beat up a kid two years younger than him. 

“Oh, god.” You said as you wiped away your tears only to see the blackness from your mascara. You could only wonder how pathetic you look. This was supposed to be a special night, and it had barely begun before it turned into the worst night of your life so far. 

“Stop that, you still look pretty.” He wipes your cheeks with his long sleeve, trying to wipe away your mascara but really just dragging it around. 

“Thanks.” You whisper, not really believing it.  

“No, I’m serious. You got that kind of Courtney Love-Hole look, y’look cool.” He leaned back to get a better look at you and smiled. You loved when he smiled, when he was happy and sweet, especially towards you. And in the moonlight, he was even more handsome.

With it being winter and cold outside, Sam gave you his jacket and slung his arm around you as he began to walk you home. You thought you could die at that very moment and be the happiest girl in the world. 

“So what should I do to whats-his-stupid-fucking-face?” He knew wasn’t going to do anything to the kid, but he wanted to lift your mood. You smiled and shook your head. Honestly, you wanted nothing to do with him but you played along.

“Just punch him real hard in the face, I want it to be swollen and ugly.” 

“Yeah, yeah that’s good. And let’s take his money, I’ll- no listen to me,” he interrupted himself at your snort and continued, “I’ll kick the back of his knees, hold him down, then you take the five dollars out of his pocket, got it?” 

You giggled as you imagined it, kicking the back of his knees. You saw him do it to your brother after he slapped the sunburn on your shoulder and that was the most you had ever laughed. You’ll never forget your brother’s shock and pointed finger to the smaller slap mark on his back, “she did it to me first, look!”

“Nah, she wouldn’t do that.” 

“And we’ll get hot chocolate with the money.” And he pointed to your favorite cafe and walked towards it. 

“Sam, wait, I don’t have any money on me right now.”

“That’s okay, it’s on me. Something good has to come out of tonight.” He dragged you to the building, and in there he bought you a hot chocolate with extra milk. Which was something you appreciated because you burned your tongue really bad drinking your hot chocolate a few weeks ago and he saw. 

What followed was some talking about movies, music, and embarrassing stories(your favorite one being that he fell off his chair in class because he was leaning backwards). Then a trip to the park where you two spun on the merry-go-round until you couldn’t see straight or stop laughing. 

And when he finally took you home, he gave you a short peck to your head and wished you a good night. It was that moment you believed he liked you as well, and you dreamed of what it would be like to be boyfriend/girlfriend with him.

banner by @dollywons

[phone4pills]

WORRY ABOUT YOU Matt x sick!Reader

i don’t think there are any warnings

Matt rubbed your back gently, giving your forehead a kiss. “You okay?” He whispered, wanting to keep quiet because of your headache. All was silent in the dim room apart from the airy notes of your deep breaths.

You struggled quite a bit with migraines, most of which you dealt with alone. But when Matt came into the picture, your fear of being solitary during the sleepless nights and days of rotting in bed subsided. He would worry about you. You didn’t feel as though you had to explain every detail of your situation to him, and when you did tell him those things that you thought would go unmentioned otherwise, he’d listen intently.

Matt was a good listener. The kind that always found a way to understand what you were saying. It was so easy for him too. Naturally, he could hear you out. And he wasn’t the type to get bored and do something else, or forget what you said. Every comment you made, every phrase that revealed that little bit more about you stuck with him, like post-it notes on his brain.

“Yeah…” You pondered rather than answered. Because you didn’t really know. Your head was pounding, causing your vision to spin and blur relentlessly. Your grip on the plate of pasta in your lap became more intense as you attempted to ground yourself. You tried to remember the soft, cushioning of the sheets beneath you. The warm caress of Matt’s hand on your back. However, it was almost impossible to tell the difference between your mind and your body. The ringing in your ears wasn’t helpful either. Things were said that you couldn’t process before replying. You weren’t even sure if you’d said anything out loud or if it was all internal speech.

Matt raised his other hand, turning your chin so he could see your face and you could see his. His thumb caressed your jaw with utmost care. “You know you can tell me if you need something.” Despite the stern tone laced within his voice, Matt’s words brought warmth to your dull eyes. You truly did feel safe with him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can eat right now.” You stated, pushing the plate away from you. The walls around the room became less and less distinct as every piece of furniture folded and turned in your retinas. The more distorted everything became, the more you wished you hadn’t even woken up that day. The more you wished that each breath was a snore or better yet, a choke. You’d rather have been in need of air than have to witness the world contort in front of you. Behind you. On either side. All around you.

Matt took the plate from your grip with a feather-light touch, placing it on the bedside table. It sort of reeled you back in, reminding you of what was reality and what wasn’t. You could hear the warm water filling the bathtub in the en suite. You could see the plants on the window sill gently moving, leaves brushing each other. Matt spoke again. “C’mon, you should take a bath.”

Gonna keep it so real with you guys, it’s been a long week and I tried real hard to finish this one but I gave up. Hope you guys still enjoy what there is available. Plus there’s more in my MASTERLIST. Wanted to post something for you guys before I hit the sack. Nighty night!

- ©phone4pills

[creepyazi]

Run Run!

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶

main cws: brief injuries, explicit sexual content

cws: explicit sexual content, dubcon, toxic relationships, sloppy head(m!receiving) biting and marking, masochistic tendencies, sadistic tendencies, dacryphilia, codependency, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, overstim, cunnilingus, cum swallowing

How did you get here? Running away from some crazy guy in the middle of the woods with hatchets and want for your guts on the ground? Well, let’s look back.

You were on a walk in the woods late at night. Sure, it wasn’t the wisest thing to do- be walking through dark, empty woods at midnight…but you just had a fight with your sister and you honestly couldn’t care less on whether you died or not. Plus, it’s not like you were expecting something to happen. It’s an empty woody area in the middle of ass fuck nowhere. The scariest thing would probably be the bears, but oh well.

But how wrong you were.

And that’s why you are here now. The guy chasing you was still far away, luckily. But he was close enough to where you could hear his voice, the stutter he had, the curses slipping his mouth, and the the heavy breathing that came with the chase.

“Y-you can run! Buh-but you can’t hide!” Toby called

But you still tried, you turned the corners, ran and ran like your life depended on it, because: spoiler alert! it did. So you ran, and you ran, and you ran. Your body was aching and you had cramps running up your abs, but you didn’t care, because a bit of pain was better than death.

“go to hell dickwad!” you ran, you ran as fast as you could, she had to escape, or he’d cut your head off, or even worse, make you suffer before he killed you.

Toby's eyes narrowed as he heard your taunt, a surge of rage and lust coursing through him. He licked his chapped lips, tasting the coppery tang of blood from where he'd gnawed them raw.

"H-hey! N-no running!" he called out, voice echoing through the woods. "I'm gonna catch you though! And then..." he trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air. Toby's lungs burned and his muscles screamed as he pushed himself harder, chasing after you. The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline, it was intoxicating. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, could feel the blood rushing through his veins. He was gaining on you though, he could tell.

"C'mon, I'm getting closer!" he crowed, a manic grin splitting his face. "Just give up now! It'll be more fun that way!"

He knew you wouldn't though. They never did. It was always a fight, always a struggle. And that's what made it so much fun for Toby. The chase, the hunt, the fear in their eyes as he closed in... it was everything to him. He would catch you though. He always did. And then, once he had you, once he had her pinned beneath him... well. Then the real fun would begin. You were attractive, you were fun…he liked that.

“you wish, douchebag!” you ran, turning the corner. but then, you fell. fuck you, you fucking tripped, and he caught up to you, and he shoved your head in the dirt.

Toby's eyes widened as he saw you stumble and fall, a triumphant shout tearing from his throat. "Gotcha!" He closed the distance between you in a few long strides, his hands grabbing at you, pulling you by your hair, wrenching your head back. He shoved your face into the dirt, grinding your cheek against the rough earth as he pinned you down.

"Nngh, fuck! Q-Quit struggling!" he snarled, trying to hold you still. His breath was hot against the back of your neck, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. He could feel your heart pounding, could hear your choked off sobs as you tried to cry. It made his cock throb in his jeans, made him want to smirk. He loved breaking them, loved seeing the fight drain from their eyes as they realized there was no escape.

"S-Shhh, shhh, it's okay," he cooed mockingly. "I got you now. I g-got you, and you're mine."

He kept her head pinned, "Such a puh-pretty little thing," he murmured, voice low and dark. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you."

He licked his lips, already imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. All the ways he wanted to make her scream, wanted to hear her beg. He couldn't wait.

“Ngh-Let me go!” you choked out a sob, not wanting to die today. But part of you was also…into this? Into the way he was manhandling you and throwing you around, it was kinda hot…?

Toby just laughed at your desperate plea, a harsh and grating sound. He tightened his grip on your hair, yanking your head back further, forcing you to look up at him.

"L-Let you go? But I just caught you," he sneered, his brown eyes glinting with cruel amusement behind his goggles. His other hand slid down your body, finding your waist, not caring about your struggles. He could feel you trembling beneath him, no doubt from fear, but maybe arousal? He could hear her choked sobs. It made his cock throb harder in his jeans, straining against the denim.

He leaned down, his masked face inches from hers, his breath hot and ragged. "fuck, l-listen to you, begging so pretty," he taunted, voice low and dark. "D-Don't worry, i’ll be nice…maybe.”

With that, he slammed your head back down into the dirt, knocking the breath from her lungs. He could feel you going limp beneath him, could hear your whimpering. It made him grin. He flipped you over onto her back, straddling her hips, pinning your arms above your head. He could see the fear in your eyes, see the way you were shaking. It was delicious.

"P-please..." you whimpered, voice hoarse and broken. “Don’t kill me…i didn’t mean to…i was-just on a walk!” you tried to kick him off, fighting him. But when he held you firm, you gave up.

“Q-Quit moving…it’ll only m-make it worse.” 

He grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands, squeezing brutally as he pinned her arms above her head. His other hand gripped her jaw, fingers digging into her soft cheeks hard enough to leave bruises.

"Y-you think I give a fuck what you were doing out here?" he snarled, his brown eyes were wild, crazy, as he stared down at her with unhinged intensity. "You s-shouldn't have come out here, don’t you know better?”

He leaned in closer, until his masked face was just inches from hers. She could smell the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, musky scent of his sweat. It made her stomach turn.

"B-but... I might not kill you," he said slowly, voice dropping to a low, menacing murmur. "If you... mmm... make it worth my while." His hand slid down her throat, squeezing lightly, a clear threat. The other hand released her wrists to grab at her shirt, fisting the fabric. He felt your body tense, a soft moan escaping your lips when he grabbed your throat.

“H-heh, you into that?” He chuckled, squeezing slightly tighter, but not enough to cut off air. He pressed his body against you, his knee feeling how wet you were. Fuck, it was embarrassing. He was telling you how he was gonna kill you, and all you could think about was how hot we was. You were going to hell for sure.

“G-God you’re such a fuh-freak…so wet for me…and i’m here threatening your life…” He tsked, tilting your chin up to face him. You realized that he was actually attractive, his hair all messy, his eyes dark and intimidating, but also in a way hazy with lust. He wanted you, not dead, but to be in you.

“You’re not much better.” You spoke boldly, and he just laughed before shoving your head back into the ground. It was degrading, insulting, but also embarrassingly attractive. He then pulled you up onto your knees, looking down at you.

“N-Now you’re gonna be good, and you’re gonna suck my c-cock. Do good, and maybe i’ll keep you alive, yeah?” He ordered, and you quickly nodded, your hands flying to his belt to undo it. Then came his pants, then boxers, until you were face to face with his dick. He was big, you’d give him that. He was clearly pent up, his cock throbbing in your hand. You stuck your tongue up, licking up the precum from his tip, then taking him in your mouth. You sucked him off like your life depended on it, because it did. So you were determined to make him feel good; all so that you could keep your life.

But you had to admit, the thrill of this was hot. Knowing he could kill you if he wanted, but instead he made you get on his knees and service him? Shows how desire really can get in the way, how human he was. Especially when he was pushing you down on his cock, making you take him to the hilt. You hollowed your cheeks and calmed your throat, and from the noises he made, you were doing everything right.

“Fuck yeah-j-just like that…” He groaned, leaning his head back against the tree. He then pulled you off.

“Need to fuck you…to feel your cunt around me.” He muttered, pushing you against the ground, and pulled your jeans down. He quickly pulled your panties aside, and shoved two fingers knuckle deep inside you. You cried out, arching your back into him, which only made him laugh.

“F-fuck you’re pathetic…”

The degrading only spurred you on, made you need him more. And from what it seemed, he was happy to give it to you. “Fuck-please…I need your cock…” You begged, looking up at him with a dazed, fucked out expression.

“F-Fuck…you’re so puh-pretty when you beg” He cooed, but he did as you begged. He pulled you up and against the tree, lining his cock up with your cunt, teasing your body as it clenched against nothing, then finally gave you that feeling of being so filled.

“Shit…you’re so tight…so fucking sexy…” He groaned, thrusting shallowly into you. He started off with messy, shallow thrusts, teasing you from what he could fully do, then he went fast, deep. It made you scream and cry, begging him to keep going, and he did. The forest was filled with the sounds of your coupling, of your moans and his grunts. It was degrading, the position you were in. But you didn’t care. Not one bit. He eventually pulled out, pushing you onto your knees. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, wanting to feel that fullness once more.

“G-Gonna paint this sexy face f-full of my cum…” He spoke lowly, one hand holding you by your hair, and the other stroking himself. Within minutes, he was groaning loudly as thick, white ropes of cum left his tip, painting your face a depraved canvas of white.

“You look so good like this.” He spoke softly, taking a bit of his cum and putting it to your lips to lick, and you did, sucking on his fingers and lapping up all of his essences. “Go, and don’t l-let me see you again…or I m-might just fuck you harder next time.”

And all the sudden? You wanted to come back.

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 3]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

Hongjoong, along with some other Ateez members, stood with him in the now quiet area of the abandoned building. He stepped to the side, clicking his tongue when he saw the blood splatter had gotten onto his new Oxford loafers.

"We're taking this guy with us, right?" San held up the leader, who was on the brink of death but still alive compared to his fellow gang members that have fallen.

"Yeah, keep him in the dungeon. We need him alive for interrogation." Seonghwa said, his hands going into the pockets of his coat.

"Should I get a clean up crew?" Jongho asked, his foot kicking one of the dead man's leg away so he could walk.

"Don't bother. Just torch the place." Hongjoong said, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Mingi raised his eyebrows, looking at Seonghwa, who sighed and nodded his head.

"Alright. Let's torch it." Mingi rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Let's go then." The rest walked out. San dragged the man's body with him, throwing him into the trunk of their car.

"Please..." The male coughed blood.

"We're not letting you go that easy, you're going to wish death came faster. Better rest up, you have a lot to do." San smiled and patted the man's cheek before shutting the trunk. He climbed into the car that already had Hongjoong in the passenger seat. Seonghwa rode along in Jongho's car.

BOOM!

Looking out the window, the 4 watched as the 2-storey building became engulfed in flames. Mingi emerged with a satisfied smile, climbing onto his bike.

"He always get weirdly excited about blowing things up." Hongjoong shook his head with a chuckle.

"That's Mingi for you." San laughed, beginning to drive away from the scene. Mingi sped past them on his bike, flipping them off.

"If it's a race he wants, it's a race he gets." San growled and began to speed. Jongho seemed to get the memo too because he was revving to catch up and overtake them.

"Ah, you guys are crazy. Seonghwa's gonna get motion sick." Hongjoong said, knowing his best friend well.

"Well, if he pukes, at least it's not my car." San shrugged.

"You guys already race on a regular basis. Do you really have to race right now?" Hongjoong asked. Of course he was joking, he didn't care that the boys wanted to race now. Everyone in Ateez was very competitive, no matter what the subject was.

"Nice!" Hongjoong hi fived San when he pulled up a split second before Jongho. Mingi had already reached way before them, there was no beating him on a motorbike.

"I hate you all!" Seonghwa yelled as he fell out of the passenger seat. Hongjoong laughed and took a video of him on the ground.

"San, unload the cargo." Hongjoong instructed, referring to the guy in the trunk.

"Yes, hyung." San drove the car down to the basement while Hongjoong went to help Seonghwa up and they walked in through the front door.

"Hyung, you're back! I need help." Wooyoung ran over excitedly.

"What is it?" Hongjoong looked at him quizically, sitting down on the couch and Wooyoung took the adjacent armchair.

"Paint swatches for the new casino. I need your artistic eye." Wooyoung poured out all the paint swatches. In the middle, he placed the colour scheme of the intended decor and vibes. Wooyoung and San were the ones that managed the casino businesses that belonged to Ateez.

"It's hard to tell from just the pictures, can we not do this on site? I have time until my next meeting, we can go now." Hongjoong asked the younger.

"O-Oh! Okay, sure. Let me change and I'll meet you in the basement." Wooyoung ran upstairs.

"Get me a coffee in a mug." Hongjoong said to one of the maids.

"Yes, sir." She bowed and ran to the kitchen. Hongjoong slumped back into the couch. He looked at his hand, he could remove the bandages today. Maybe he'll do it when he gets home.

"Sir." A butler handed Hongjoong a to-go mug of coffee. Hongjoong took it and headed down to the basement.

"I'm here, hyung." Wooyoung jogged over, dressed in a black shirt with the first two buttons open and the sleeves rolled up, and dress pants.

One thing Hongjoong appreciated, as someone who values fashion, is that all the Ateez members dressed up well too. They also liked to dress up and look good, no matter where they were going. Yes, they mainly wore suits but they were all different.

"How's the hand?" Wooyoung asked as he drove.

"It's fine, I'll remove the bandages when I come back. We've all been injured before, this is minor considered to the gunshots that we've dealt with." Hongjoong said.

"I know... But you know this is under different circumstances, hyung." Wooyoung said boldly.

"Just because my mother died, it doesn't mean I'm fragile now. I'm not as torn up about it as you all think." He replied.

"Did you tell your construction crew that we are dropping by? There's no point going in if they are going to board up the place." Hongjoong changed the subject.

"Yeah, I sent the contractors a message that we'll be stopping by." Wooyoung hummed.

When Wooyoung pulled up, they saw the contractors there, already waiting for him and Hongjoong. The smell of the construction site irked Hongjoong slightly but he didn't express it, merely taking a sip of his coffee. There were some words exchanged between the contractors and Wooyoung.

"Hyung, this way." Wooyoung nodded towards the entrance of the building. Hongjoong looked around the place as they walked in, the place was coming together nicely.

"Get me one of the arm chairs." Wooyoung ordered.

"Yes, boss." The men went away.

"The furniture arrived earlier than expected so they've just been put aside until the finishing touches are done and the place is painted." Wooyoung informed.

"It's looking nice, Wooyoung. Once the paint is up, it'll come together very well." Hongjoong said in approval.

Even if the members updated each other on their projects, Hongjoong respected them and never interjected unless asked.

"Boss." The contractors placed one of the armchairs that will be used by the big wall. Another one of the workers brought in a standing light since the light fixtures were not working yet.

"Leave us." Wooyoung waved them off. They bowed and walked away. With some painter's tape, Wooyoung taped the paint swatches to the wall above the armchair so he and Hongjoong could look at it properly and visualise it.

"I do like the classic burgundy but painting the walls that shade might seem too tacky or old fashioned." Hongjoong said.

"San and I agree. That's why we're exploring dark shades of blue. It wouldn't feel too stuffy like if we were to go with a red shade. It'll make it feel cooler." Wooyoung nodded.

"Hmm... I like Prussian blue but it is too dark. What if we go lighter?" Hongjoong advised.

"What about this?" Wooyoung held up the book to the wall since he didn't take that many swatches.

"Nice. Come see." Hongjoong swapped placed with Wooyoung, holding up the book for him to step back and see. Wooyoung nodded in approval and took a picture.

"I'll show it to Sannie then we'll get to painting." Wooyoung said.

"Good, I can't wait to see it come together." Hongjoong smiled, patting Wooyoung's shoulder. After they were done, and Wooyoung was able to give some instructions to the contractors, the two of them headed back home. Hongjoong still had work to do and paperwork to go over.

Besides the underground businesses, there were legitimate businesses that Ateez ran as well. That's how they were able to build their reputation in the business world.

"I put the newest contracts on your desk, hyung." Yunho said as he jogged past Hongjoong.

"Thanks, Yunho." Hongjoong nodded and headed to his office.

"Ah, finally." He sunked into his plush chair. Sitting up, Hongjoong began to unwrap the bandage that you had put around his injured hand. Honestly, it was looking a lot better than before.

"Where is..." Looking around the place, he tried to find the tub of salve that you gave him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in." Hongjoong threw the small tub into his drawer. The butler entered Hongjoong's office with a bow, informing him that he had some visitors come.

"What visitor?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow with suspicion and caution. He stood up, grabbing his blazer on the way out the door. He wore it and buttoned it as he approached the staircase and went downstairs to the living room area.

"What's going on here?" He asked when he saw Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho, guns drawn to the three men that stood there.

"Hongjoong sshi. Could you tell your men to keep their weapons?" The man smiled eerily.

"They can do as they like. What's your purpose here? We gave you mercy by letting you go despite having stolen from us. Did you not appreciate that?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow.

"O-Of course we do. We're merely here to offer our condolences. We heard what happened to your mother." The man stuttered slightly.

"Just let me shut him up permenantly, hyung." Jongho growled. Hongjoong held a hand up.

Hongjoong remembers that day well, they left most of this clan's men dead, only a handful that were barely hanging by a thread. Death was always an easy way out.

"We all know you're not here to offer condolences. Cut to that chase, what do you want?" Hongjoong smirked, crossing his arms.

"I'm here to make amends to Ateez. There's a rumour that the smaller gangs are forming together to take over your territories. They think you're going to be down with your mother's death so they're aiming to strike your territory first." The leader said, his face changing to one of confidence and pride.

"That's all? Do you really not think that we face threats to our territory everyday?" Hongjoong scoffed and the other Ateez members present laughed too.

"For wasting our time, I suggest we take compensation." Seonghwa tilted his head. The 3 men took a step back.

"Good idea, hyung." Yeosang smiled.

"That's true. I don't like people wasting my time AND I don't like people showing up unannounced, especially here." Hongjoong nodded in agreement.

"So that should be two compensations but maybe we only take one? Are we feeling nice today?" Jongho turned to the others.

"Hmm, whatever you guys want." Hongjoong shrugged, turning away to head back up the stairs.

"You'll regret this, Kim Hongjoong!" He heard the leader yell as he ran away with one of his men, leaving the other to be taken by the 3 Ateez members.

Everyone called Ateez the devils, with Hongjoong being the worst amongst all of them. But that's the only way to wield power, to strike fear in people. Everything they do serves as a lesson to others. In the underground world, it's kill or be killed.

"Aww, I missed out on the fun." Mingi said, looking over everything from the second floor banister.

"Don't worry, I have a feeling there will be more where that came from." Hongjoong chuckled and Mingi smirked at that.

"I need a coffee." He went back to his office, going to the coffee maker to make a triple shot espresso. Hongjoong could already feel a major migraine coming on.

Sitting back down, he retrieved the salve you made and haphazardly put them over his healing cuts.

"Hmm..." There was a slight cooling feeling but nothing else.

"Hyung? I'm ba- What's that smell?" Yunho sniffed the slightly herbal smell in the air. Hongjoong cleared his throat and sat up, putting the salve jar away.

"Just something to help with my injury." Hongjoong said awkwardly. Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"You went to see that girl... didn't you? The one that went to your mother's funeral. I know that she's a florist but she knows botany as well. That's the only place you would get herbal medicine." Yunho teased Hongjoong with a knowing smile. Hongjoong glared at the taller male.

"She's a business owner in my territory. Of course I would go visit her, I always visit the businesses from time to time." Hongjoong said through gritted teeth.

"Sure~" Yunho sang. He reached over to pick up the jar that Hongjoong failed to hide under his papers.

"Is this good? Can I try?" He asked.

"Give me that! No, you can't try it." Hongjoong snatched the jar back with a hiss, throwing it back into his drawer. Yunho snickered at the captain's almost flustered behaviour.

"Yunho, I'm busy. What is it you came here for?" Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'll let you change the subject for now. But yes, I went to discuss the logistics for our upcoming gala." Yunho said.

"Okay. Show me." Hongjoong leaned forward as Yunho placed his laptop on the desk. He pulled up some documents showing Hongjoong his notes, the bill, pictures, everything related to the upcoming gala that they're hosting.

"This is good. Present all this to the rest at our next group meeting, I want them to weigh in on it and see what they think before you go forward with the plans." Hongjoong said.

"Okay. I'll chase the other suppliers for more accurate quotations." Yunho nodded, closing the laptop.

"So, hyung. About the girl..." Yunho raised his eyebrows.

"What? There's nothing about her." Hongjoong replied a little too quickly with a small frown, showing his discomfort about this subject. Yunho bit back his snicker.

"She really knew your mom?" Yunho asked. Hongjoong stiffened at the mention of his mother.

"Yes, no... Well, I don't know." Hongjoong sighed.

"She says she knows my mother but when she speaks about her, it is like we're talking about entirely different people. The person she knew wasn't the mother I knew." He explained.

"That's confusing... And frustrating." Yunho hummed with a nod of his head. Hongjoong let out a grunt of agreement. Yes, his mother was dead but why was he so bothered by this random girl that knew his mother too? Deep down, he knew that she can't change his perception of his mother but it intrigued him.

"Don't think too much about it. The others don't need to know about any of this." Hongjoong shot Yunho a look.

"My lips are sealed." Yunho did the action of zipping his lips.

"If that's all, I need to go for my tailor appointment." Hongjoong checked the time and stood up, turning his computer off. Yunho nodded and walked out with him.

"Don't you usually get our tailor to come to the house to do everything?" Yunho asked.

"Yes but I have a meeting nearby and I wanted to try doing it in the shop this time. Go out for some fresh air too." Hongjoong shrugged.

"Have fun, hyung. Good luck." Yunho wished. Hongjoong waved and headed downstairs to his car. It felt good to drive his own car again, even if it had only been a few days.

"Hey, Seonghwa. I'm going to meet with the new weapons dealer right now to see what he's all about then stop by the tailor for get a new suit done for the gala. Can you take care of the interrogation for me? You can take one of the boys with you." Hongjoong requested.

"You're going to meet a stranger that we've never met before and you didn't take back up?"

"It's fine. I can manage it. Plus, we're meeting in a public place. I highly doubt he'll try anything. But is that a yes on the interrogation?" Hongjoong asked.

"Can I ask Jongho to do it? I have a race tonight, it's a big one."

"Sure, please make sure that he knows what information we're trying to extract." Hongjoong hummed.

"Of course. I'll also make sure that he stops the others from getting too carried away with the torture. The last prisoner died before we got anything good out of him."

"Exactly, that's why I wanted you to do it. You're more objective but I trust Jongho to do it too." He explained.

"I understand. I would say I trust Jongho to get what we need too. Plus, he has the strength to stop the others if they go overboard when trying to get answers. And back to the main issue, why are you going for a meet up without any backup? Should I send some men your way to guard the area?"

"No need, I'm fine. I can handle it myself. Have a good race tonight." Hongjoong wished.

"Thanks, stay safe. If you need backup, alert us."

"I will." Hongjoong promised and hung up. He didn't know what he would do without Seonghwa. They've known each other the longest and started Ateez together, Hongjoong knew he could count on him.

-

"That should be everything. Thanks again for doing this so last minute." The couple said, closing the trunk of their van.

"No worries. Have a good one." You smiled and bowed as they entered and drove off. The moment the van was out of sight, you let out a long sigh of exhaustion. This couple had changed their order last minute and you tried your best to accomodate them.

"At least they compensated." Was what you told yourself before heading back to the shop. It was closing time soon, you usually would have one or two customers at night.

"What a mess..." You sighed. Today was hectic, while rushing orders, you had no time to clean up and just left the mess.

"Good evening, are you open?" You heard a customer come through the door.

"Yes. How can I help you?" You wiped your hands on your apron. You helped the customer get what he needed. Thankfully he was content with choosing one of your premade bouquets.

"Do you prepare all these bouquets yourself?" He asked as you swiped his card for payment.

"Yes, I do." You giggled, handing him back his card.

"They're all very nice. Thanks, have a nice evening." He complimented. You smiled gratefully, walking him to the door and opening it for him to leave.

After that, you began to clear the area, composting the discarded plant parts before you could grab a broom to clean up the small bits and pieces. There was ribbon, tissue paper and wiring scattered everywhere. You kept all the spare materials in the trolley that you usually wheeled around.

"Now I'm hungry." You groaned. There was still two more hours until you had to close so you couldn't eat yet. You tried to pass time by answering to some customers enquires and order confirmations.

"Finally! Closing time." You threw your arms up in the air. You went to turn the 'CLOSED' sign and gathered all the trash to dispose of.

"Ugh..." As you were out back, you heard someone groan.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?" You called out as you took a wary step back. The back alley was very dimly lit and you were not about to take any chances.

"W-Who is there?" Fumbling for your phone, you turned the flashlight on and saw a leg sticking out from where the recycled boxes were.

"Excuse me. Are you oka-" Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

"Hongjoong sshi?!"

~

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Three: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, menstruation, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, murder, serious illness, needles [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin loves you SO much that he’s disgusting about it. He’s extra delusional. Anakin doesn’t love drama HE IS the drama. He's still a massive Perv [diary entries from Ani] MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: June 27th

I came to the diner tonight, I love to see you wait tables. You’re so kind and sweet, even to the assholes and shitheads that don’t deserve to breathe your air. Your beautiful smile, those pretty eyes and how you bat those long lashes, that bell-like giggle you pull for those nasty old men’s jokes.

I know it’s not real, but it’s fun to watch you pretend baby. And just as fun to listen to your annoyed retelling of your night when you get home. Gods I could just listen to you talk for hours. Watching your face change as you speak, the acute movements of your eyebrows and lips that tell me how you really feel.

You’re just like me, more than you know.

I ordered some coffee, sat at the bar one of those red spin-y stools, and listened to your sweet lilt tell lie after lie to your customers.

You’re a busy, busy girl aren’t you princess?

Sorry for the messy writing, it was difficult not to laugh as I wrote these little white lies of yours.

1. Saving up money for a car: true, but doesn’t get you good tips

2. This is your second job and life on your own is just real hard: I’m amazed that this one works as well as it does, really pulling on those old lady heartstrings huh?

3. ‘Sorry guys, I’m just- having a hard day. You understand right?’ *sniffle* the only thing those guys understand is the masculine urge to stop a girl from crying and if shoving a few extra bills under their dirty plate makes your day ‘better’, they’re gonna do it.

I don’t know how you continue to use that one on those poor fools, it’s always the same few guys too. They really think you’re something special huh?

You are of course, very special. But they don’t know you like I do. They don’t know that you’re full of shit. I know for a fact you had a really good day. I was there.

You cheeky little minx.

4. Your mom is out of work and you’re helping her out: your mom is out of work, but you’re definitely not helping her out. She wouldn’t take your money if you offered it. (You wouldn’t offer it over your dead body.)

Can’t blame you for this little lie though, your mom really is a piece of shit. Exploit that bitch all you want, she deserves it. I’ve seen those nasty posts she made about your friend. All that because he’s gay?

Oh no! It’s contagious! It’s the vaccines! Gluten!

Come on lady, it’s 2023.

5. you’re getting married! I fucking wish. But, not yet princess, you won’t need to worry about anything when it’s time for that. Thats what I’m here for, I’ll make sure you get everything you want.

6. ‘It’s on the house honey.’ I was so jealous hearing this one for the first time. You’re just absolutely rotten aren’t you? Refills are free.

You’re perfect for me and you don’t even know it.

Diary Entry: June 28th

Angelic. Cherubic. God-kin.

A biblical beauty if I’ve ever seen one.

The way your hair creates a halo around your face. Tendrils gracing the soft contours of your cheeks, the twitch of your nose when you shift just alittle too much and a strand tickles it. The subtle pull or purse of your lips that tells me you’re deep in the land of dreaming.

Sleep is one of the most basic human needs. It’s not meant to be as glorified as you make it, but somehow you do.

It’s intimate. They way your breathing slows and your body melts into the soft hands of sleep. It’s an event that I’ve been graciously given the opportunity to witness.

It was so, so, so worth waiting for.

SleepyTime Tea, a cute name and of course perfect for my purposes. You drank a cup almost every night. It’d been on my mind for a while and I figured… it couldn’t hurt to open it up and help you get an even better sleep.

Now that I’ve had the privilege of seeing an angel at rest… well I don’t think I could ever witness anything more breathtaking.

Except for maybe your sweet little pussy.

I checked and double checked the measurements on those sleeping pills I promise. I would never ever hurt you sweetheart. I was so anxious, trying to make sure I got the mixture perfect.

It worked like a dream. Didn’t it?

Damn right it did. Worked well enough that I was able to tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your forehead before I left.

I also did you a little favor or two as well while I was there. It wasn’t a completely selfish visit.

I replaced an old beat up scrunchie, it was past time for you to retire it in my opinion. Now it’s serving a better purpose: squeezing the base of my cock while I fuck my fist to the sounds of your desperate moans, both of us needy for a never quite satisfying finish. If only I had the courage to open that door.

You need a man sweetheart. You need me. Those toys of yours just don’t hit the spot for you do they? Hurts my heart that it takes you so long… and I know it’s not on purpose. I can tell the difference.

Nothin’ can mimic that sinful feel of flesh on flesh.

I took out your bathroom trash, I know you hate doing that. And maybe I accidentally knocked your toothbrush off the sink.

Sue me.

But I promptly rectified the issue, I just so happened to notice you were out of brush-head refills a few days ago and came prepared. You’re welcome baby.

I also purchased the same brand of brush that you have.

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Date:

June 29th

You woke up, rolling out of bed at 9:30. An absolutely ridiculous time to be awake on what was meant to be a lazy stay at home day. But alas, you are a good friend, and good friends go through with their plans.

Even if you made those plans a month ago and completely forgot them.

Your cat laced it’s way through your legs while you stood on unsteady feet. You’ve really gotta stop with the caffeine, it’s definitely not normal for someone as young as you to wake up with the shakes. But you’re a creature of habit and an absurd amount of sugar and caffeine were included in those habits.

Staying true to those habits you made your way to the bathroom across the hall, absentmindedly grasping at air for a few seconds before realizing your toothbrush wasn’t where you always left it. With a frustrated groan you looked around and saw that someone… or rather something had knocked it into the floor.

“Boogie!” You turned around and made your way to the living room, interrupting her morning routine by scooping her up and forcing her to face the music.

“How dare you.” You whispered, trying to pull out a stern voice. “I don’t have any new tooth brush heads. What am I supposed to do you little shit?”

You bent down, picked it up and popped the replaceable head off, tossing it into the… empty trash can? When did you take out the trash?

Whatever. Focus. “You better hope I have a spare regular one.” You shot a nasty glare at your cat who sat unbothered on the bathroom counter.

You searched through the cabinet below the sink and through all the drawers and found none. Not even that travel one from last year’s vacation. Finally you opened up the medicine cabinet-mirror combo and was pleasantly surprised but also annoyed, to see that you did actually have a replacement.

“Well shit.” You scoffed, “I should’ve just checked there first.”

Next on the list was a giant tumbler of coffee and a hit of your vape for breakfast. Delicious.

You searched in the catch-all drawer in your kitchen for a hair band, not finding any of the small black ones you settled for a stray scrunchie that lived in this drawer specifically for circumstances like this.

Grabbing the light blue silk scrunchie you went to slide it on your wrist and gather your hair but stopped mid movement. No sharpie mark. You could’ve sworn last time you wore this it had a sharpie mark on it from being trapped in the drawer with a cap-less marker. Weird, but not weird enough to care about.

With your caffeine withdrawal taken care of and your morning duties finished, you slipped on some tennis shoes, grabbed your small backpack and walked to the gym two blocks away. Your wonderful and lovely, much more active friend had invited you to a yoga class to meet ‘someone who isn’t a lazy bastard’.

Which… doesn’t really make any sense considering your last boyfriend liked to lift weights but couldn’t bear to lift a finger to help you.

But you love Luke, and Luke loves to play matchmaker. So you’d suffer through this with a smile. It couldn’t hurt and it might be fun, if all else fails at least you got to hang out with your friend and giggle at him drooling over the ‘guy with this sexy scowl, big broad shoulders, oh my god he’s so soft but like in a buff way it’s insane.’.

“Lukey!” You jogged up to him where he was waiting for you outside the gym.

“You’re late.” He stated sternly despite the little smile curving his lip.

“No I’m not. It’s 10:20.” You scoffed.

“Yes and class starts at 10:30.” He retorted.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but 20 comes before 30.” You said feigning concern as you touched his forearm while walking inside.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, “I mean you’re late to meet this guy I was telling you about!”

He shoved you gently past the various equipment and to a smaller room with mirrors along one wall. He very conspicuously pointed toward a younger guy with… a mullet?

“You’re joking.” You gasped. “Luke I swear to god you’ve gotta be kidding.” You squeaked smacking his arm.

“What?!” He squealed, pulling his arms up to his chest and curling in on himself. “Stop I didn’t invite you to kickboxing! Ow!”

“A dude with a mullet?” You glared at him.

“Wait till he turns around, the mullet will be forgiven I swear.” He said, holding up his hands in an offering of peace.

That peace treaty was immediately ripped to shreds when Luke loudly dropped his metal water bottle on the hard floors, a smile that could beat the devil’s smirk on his face.

The guy whipped his head around, eyebrows raised in concern, soft greenish tinted blue eyes taking a moment to glance over you.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a soft accent lacing his voice as he walked over to you.

Is it strange to say that a man with a mullet is… graceful? Yes, it is.

“Oh yeah, everything is fine.” You answered quickly, not missing the snicker that Luke made when he kicked the water bottle over to you.

You bent down and picked it up, holding it with a grip that would surely snap your officially ex-best friends neck in half.

“Here let me take this for you.” The blonde haired stranger said, reaching out for your backpack and for some reason you let him take it.

He just… exuded a calming energy. No wonder he likes yoga, he’s probably the most zen person you’ve ever met. Everything about him was soft and comforting. His voice, his beard, even his knuckles as they ghosted across your arm when he grabbed your bag.

“Th-thanks?“ You said in a statement that sounded more like a confused inquiry.

You followed him and Luke inside, the blood draining from your formerly flushed cheeks when he unrolled your yoga mat in the front row. What kind of cosmic curse has Luke unleashed? You shot him a look to burn through brick but he just seemed giddy as if you weren’t planning on disposing him in the sewer after this.

“I’m Ben, your instructor. Luke told me you’d be coming today, he mentioned you’ve never taken a class like this before?” He looked over at you, an understanding smile on his face.

THE INSTRUCTOR?

“R-right yeah. No, I’ve never taken a yoga class before.” You shook your head and introduced yourself in return, holding out your hand for a hand shake and being utterly shocked at Ben’s reaction.

“I’m a hugger, hope that’s alright darling.” He laughed softly, enveloping you in a warm embrace that could smelt iron. It certainly made you malleable, maybe even alittle bit melty.

The kicker though? A kiss to the side of your mouth.

You blinked at the audacity, did he just-? But as he pulled back you realized it wasn’t a creepy thing… it was a friendly thing. He just greets everyone that way because he’s a genuinely kind person. You knew that to be true because he turned and did the same to Luke, ending his with a firm pat to his shoulder.

A little green monster clawed it’s way through your stomach at the sight, but you drowned it quickly with the use of your knowledge as a sane person. You don’t know this guy. Luke brought you here because of this guy, he’s not after him, he’s after Beefy McBeef in the corner. You don’t know him, you’re purely getting jealous going off the fact that he is pretty and the realization that you’re not special.

You spent the rest of your time thinking peaceful thoughts to chase away the images of Luke’s tiny pea brain being squished betwixt your fingers for this horrible idea of his, while failing many attempts to mimic the variety of poses and stances Ben showed the class.

Even Beefy McBeef was doing better than you, and you could definitely see why Luke had his sights set on him. Masculine, but not in an intimidating way. He’s right, he’s soft but buff.

After class ended Luke insisted on dragging you over to Ben to say goodbye.

“Thanks, I enjoyed the class.” You said awkwardly, forcing a polite smile.

“Oh I’m so glad, I was hoping you would.” Ben said, a bright smile on his face, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I’d love for you to come back next week.” He said sincerely, reaching out to give your arm a gentle squeeze that made your mouth dry.

“I’m not super sure that yoga is my thing, but I’ll definitely think about it.” You smiled, surely he’s just being nice. Like he was earlier.

“Well if yoga isn’t your thing, I’m sure we can find something that is, hmm?” He chuckled, ripping a scrap of paper from his class schedule and scribbling his number down.

“O-oh.” You blushed. That was the smoothest pickup line you’d ever heard… you couldn’t even be mad about it. “Thank you, I’ll… text you later?” You said unsure about your own words.

“No rush darling,” he gave you a warm smile that matched the softness of his hand that took yours and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

When he pulled back he’d somehow snuck the slip of paper into the palm of your hand, he left you there buffering. You turned slowly to look at Luke who was standing there with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Your turn.” You said sternly, nodding toward Mr. McBeef.

“No.” Luke said with an air of finality, scooping up his bag and spinning on his heel toward a few of his class friends.

Luke so kindly helped you make a fool of yourself. It’s only fair that you return the favor. You marched over to Beefy with a sweet smile.

“Hey!” You said, introducing yourself to him.

“Hey little lady.” He chuckled, taking your hand for a handshake, his palm dwarfing yours. “Names Han.”

“Han. Suits you.” You added with a small smile.

“So, Han. You know Luke?” You said, nodding in his direction.

“Y-yeah I do,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervousness you didn’t expect. “Why?”

“Luke is- he’s alittle shy.” You said in a hushed tone. “He’s been talking about you an awful lot.”

“Me?” Han questioned, a downturned grin creeping up his lips as his eyes darted between you and your friend who’d migrated across the gym.

“Yeah, you.” You laughed, “he’s got a massive crush.” You gave him an accomplished grin.

“H-he does?” He gulped, starting to get red in the cheeks. “He’s hardly ever spoken to me.”

“Like I said, he’s shy.” You reminded him gently. “You should go talk to him.”

“Yeah… I will.” He smiled, standing up and placing a kind hand on your shoulder.

“Go get ‘em Beefy McBeef.” You said in a tone so normal that he almost didn’t notice.

“What did you call me?” He laughed.

“Beefy McBeef.” You shrugged, unable to hide your devious smile. “that’s what Luke calls you.”

“No he doesn’t.” Han laughed, big and hearty, Luke turning his head with a jealous scowl until he realized he was laughing with you and it morphed into a mask of pure panic.

“Oh yes he does.” You said firmly. “Can you do me a favor?” You asked.

“Sure babe.” He laughed, still recovering.

“Introduce yourself to him as Beefy McBeef.” You said with pleading eyes.

“Seriously?” He laughed, almost a giggle if you could consider a guy like him a giggler. “What’d he do to you?”

“Just trust me when I say he deserves it.” You said sincerely.

“Can do.” He shook his head with a snort and made his way over to Luke.

“Hey, Luke.” He said, a slight tease in his tone. “Just wanted to introduce myself.” He stuck out his hand and watched with amusement as Luke struggled to comprehend what was happening.

Good. You thought. He deserves alittle embarrassment after the way he forced you into conversation with Ben.

“Beefy McBeef.” Han said, struggling to contain his laughter as he shook Luke’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

You watched from behind a nearby pillar as Luke turned fire truck red. He frantically searched for you until he spotted you with a massive grin and waggling fingers.

“I’ll kill you.” He threatened but there was no real malice in his voice.

“Sure you will Lukey.” You said with a laugh, running over to the wall where you’d propped up your bag and tossed it over your shoulder. Blowing Luke a kiss as you walked out of the gym.

After returning home you showered and sat down on the couch, resigning yourself to rotting on the couch. You’d done your good deed for the day, two actually:

1. attending a social event

2. helping Lukey talk to Han

You’d also done your one terrible deed for next few months. It’s never intentional that you do something bad, except this time it was. But was it really all that terrible if it got Luke what he wanted? Nope.

Add that to the good deeds list then.

3. embarrassing Lukey while helping him talk to Han

All’s fair in love and war.

Speaking of potential love and possible war, you rummaged through your bag to fish out that phone number, you even dumped out all the contents and searched your clothes as well.

It was no where to be found and you were actually kind of bummed about it. You can’t go ask for his number after all that, that’s just… embarrassing.

Shit.

Diary Entry: June 29th

Sweetheart.

If I knew you didn’t love Lukey, I’d have been scraping him off the sidewalk right about now. That little twerp was trying to set you up with someone else.

I know it’s not his fault. He’s being a good friend, he just wants you to be happy. He doesn’t know about me and that’s okay, it’s all okay.

But god, could he have picked a worse guy? I mean… really?

*Ooh look at me and my beautiful luscious locks.* GAG.

I could tell he was making you uncomfortable so I got rid of that little paper as quickly as possible. I would’ve hated for you to have the reminder of that fucking creep. The way he kissed your hand? What the hell was that?

So, I slipped it out of your bag and stayed around to listen to your sinister revenge plot.

I’ll say it again baby, you’re more like me than you know.

Ps. Beefy McBeef? Please.

Diary Entry: July 1st

I’m not an unreasonable guy baby. Really I’m not, but you’re on your phone so much. It just really bugs me you know? We don’t spend quality time together like we should.

I want you to dance around and sing. I want you to lay in the living room floor and color. I to watch you suck ass at MarioKart and laugh when you get frustrated and scrunch your nose.

I want to watch you read so I can read aloud to you, with my e-book copy. I want to watch The Witcher with you, I love that show. Shits cool as fuck, sword fights are so awesome I’ll ignore the fact that you only watch it for Geralt.

He’s not real and I am. So fuck it, can’t hurt to fantasize. I’d be one hell of a hypocrite if I said you couldn’t.

Anyway, sorry I’m rambling.

Are you okay? You’re just… quieter. Is it something I’ve done?

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I think I’ve figured it out sweet girl, I did some online research and replayed some footage. You’ve not been taking your birth control like you should. Come on baby you gotta remember to take it on time alright? Skipping it and taking it out of routine will mess you all up and we can’t have that.

I’ll try my best to remind you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You know me, I’m always worried.

Just… I’m gonna need to borrow your phone so that I can install some software for you. I’m just alittle concern that you’re hiding something from me princess. I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Diary Entry: July 2nd

That SleepyTime tea is a lifesaver.

God I just feel so relieved knowing that I can monitor you. I swear it’s not in a weird way, I just needed to make sure you were in a good headspace you know?

Your search history is so funny. I makes me happy to know you’re just as goofy as me. It also makes me happy that you’ve not searched anything concerning.

Your socials are clean. Your camera roll is full of cute pictures of you and your friends, as well as a few of your ex that I swiftly trashed for you. Maybe just a few naughty ones in the hidden album, don’t worry I didn’t stare. I’ll have plenty of time to do that in person.

Your texts are mostly dry. That’s a good thing though, that means you have more time for me. Even better? No dating apps. Good girl. Those are terribly dangerous, they should require a background check for users, you never know what kind of weirdo is on the other side of that screen.

I’m proud of you babydoll. You’re such a good girl, my good girl.

I’ll help you stay a good girl too. Your phone is mirrored to my laptop, so I’ll be able to see everything you see. No room for mix-ups or miscommunications between us this way.

Communication in relationships is so important.

Which is my reasoning behind the new phone software. You understand don’t you doll? I mean, I can only tell so much from your diary. You like to write and that’s amazing, it’s a great outlet and you should keep up with it. You’re the reason I started my own journal. You were so right when you said ‘it sorts my thoughts and soothes my heart’.

I never thought I’d be a journal guy. Look at me. Self care king.

Diary Entry: July 3rd

I have the most amazing news princess, after careful research and a very thorough deep dive into all of your neighbors, I’ve come up with the perfect solution to our distance issue.

Did you know that the old man across the hall from you is a widow? Poor guy, 10 years without his wife. They were married for 53 years. 53.

That’s the goal baby. That’s the kind of love I have for you.

If Alan Jared Nelson is anything like me, he’s miserable without Gloria Anne. Just like I’d be miserable without you.

He’s sick you know? He’s on a wait list for a liver, has been for 2 years. Isn’t that just the worst kind of hope? It’s cruel really.

Why give the man and his remaining family the hope of a ‘few’ more years, knowing damn well the guy is old enough that he might turn to dust they minute they cut into him. Why put him on the list at all? He’s 92. No one is giving him a liver.

The liver disease he’s diagnosed with is a doozy too, it’s aggressive, painful, and necrotic. He’s in constant pain. He’s got a port for morphine.

Do you know what kind of horrible pain a person has to be in to get a morphine port? Excruciating.

Alan has lived a long and beautiful life. Between the heartache of loosing his love and the debilitating disease he suffers from… it would be a mercy to lay him to rest don’t you think?

He’s a patriot through and through, he was in the army reserves. Now, that’s not my cup of tea but good for you Mr. Nelson.

America’s birthday is a good day for a guy like him to die isn’t it?

Date:

July 4th

Anakin counted the windows over and over, repeating the number in his head as he quietly trekked up the creaking rusted fire escape on Mr. Nelson’s side of the building. Not only was tonight a poetic release of this man’s long and happy existence, it was a very good cover.

Majority of the city was busy watching the fireworks at the celebration in the park, including you. Anakin had ensured you’d left before he even considered walking over to your building. He couldn’t bear the thought of committing a heinous, though arguably merciful, crime in the vicinity of such a pure form of radiance.

As expected the din of booming explosions and crackling sparks masked the noise of the quiet power drill Anakin used to remove bottom piece of the outer frame of the out-dated window. Internally cursing the fact that you lived in such an old building, there’s absolutely no way that these windows are up to code. It might make this task easier, but it made him a nervous wreck to think someone could break into your home in under a minute as long as they brought a drill and a magnet. The process was almost silent, you wouldn’t realize anything was amiss until it was too late.

Once the piece of frame was laid aside Anakin used the heavy duty magnet to coax the loose curved clasp that held the window shut, out of the hoop that it rested in. He sighed, thinking he should definitely complain to the super once he moved in. The ease of breaking and entering wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

Sure it was a wonderful thing for Anakin, there would be absolutely no trace of the break in. The man is old, there would be no autopsy, there are no outdoor cameras on this building or the one next to it. This unit is tucked into a well hidden alleyway and no one saw him walk this way. But his worries were based on thoughts of you and your well-being.

Anakin sprayed Wd-40 along the tracks of the metallic frame and waited a moment before wiping off the excess, hopefully ensuring a silent entry.

The moment of truth arrived, Anakin lifted the window just a hair to test it. Finding it whisper quiet despite its age as he opened it and stepped inside.

The interior of the home was just as you’d expect, family pictures, a fridge covered in cards and handwritten reminders. An obscene amount of carved wooden trinkets and the forever mysterious wooden fruit that seemed to adorn the tables of many an old folks homes. Apples and roosters strewn about the space in the form of paintings, lampshades and oddly detailed itchy blankets.

A gorgeous abalone jewelry dish held a silver pendant, trapped beneath was an intricate lace cover that seemed to be made specifically for the coffee table they rested on. Upon closer inspection Anakin determined that it was tailor made. Gloria Anne Nelson must’ve been a talented craftswomen, the quality of work was amazing.

Alan’s display of his wife’s work, her jewelry dish and her favorite engraved pendant… he’d made an altar for her and probably didn’t even realize it. He’d even placed a tall, thick white candle next to the abalone dish. It left Anakin with a lump in his throat, imagining the horrible loneliness this man must feel.

He stood up from his crouched position and took a breath, smoothing his shirt to iron out his emotions. There would be time for proper mourning and reflection later.

He walked toward the short hall that housed Alan’s bed room and bathroom, but stopped short when something on the wall caught his attention.

A calendar depicting a summertime scene of a lake and a small fishing boat was tacked to the wall above the dock for his home phone, a small note pad and pen resting beside it.

A small smile turning the corner of his lip, the sight bringing a fond memory of his grandmother keeping a set-up very similar to this. Must be a universal old person habit.

He stepped closer to read the writing in the small squares and came to the realization that this calendar was not up to date. This calendar was from 2013, ten years ago.

Anakin knew from his deep dive into the Nelson’s life that Gloria had passed on July 16th, but he didn’t realize that July 4th was the anniversary of Gloria and Alan’s first kiss.

She’d kept up with that anniversary for the entirety of 53 years. Poetic.

He took a look around the kitchenette and living room again. Really and truly looking this time, not just glazing over the bigger items, the things that caught his eye. This time he looked at the in between.

He wished he hadn’t. He wished he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention, it was something he’d never forget, an achievement he’d strive for for the rest of his life.

Alan’s home was a shrine.

A neatly kept time capsule full of warmth and fondness. It oozed from the very walls of the space. Gloria had never stepped foot in this space, but she dominated every inch of it. Her devoted husband had rebuilt his life in her image, even in death he worshipped her just as Anakin worshipped you.

A heavy weight settled in Anakin’s heart, this was the right choice. This confirmed it.

He quietly entered the bedroom, Alan’s C-PAP machine humming with a rhythmic flow of air, in, *scish*, *puftk*, out. It was soothing in a strange way, or maybe it was just a relief from the suffocating silence that compressed Anakin’s lungs when he was absorbing the space past the door.

He kneeled at the edge of the bed, pulling a small tube of lidocaine from his jacket hoodie pocket, along with a pair of gloves that he quickly donned. Wincing at the snap of the latex against his sweating palms, but the man continued his peaceful slumber, unaware that it would be his last.

He lifted the corner of the blanket and grimaced as he placed a small dollop of the cream via his index finger between Alan’s fourth and fifth toes. He didn’t even flinch.

Anakin kept the time on his watch and waited until the ointment did it’s job to numb the tender flesh. Fishing a small needle meant for insulin injections from a ziploc bag in pocket. Drawing a bit of air into barrel before carefully pricking the soft skin, holding his breath as his victim twitched.

When he stilled Anakin gently pushed the plunger and created a pocket of air in a vein that would soon end this poor souls life on earth. He withdrew the needle and stored it and the gloves in the ziploc bag, returning the blanket to its previous position.

He should’ve left then, but morbid curiosity had a tight hand around his wrist. Urging him to stay and wait out this event to its completion. So he tugged up his hood and stood motionless.

No one should be alone in their last moments. The least Anakin could do is provide silent support from the darkened corner. He counted the seconds on his watch until the man’s fingers twitched and his throat visibly tightened as a gurgled ball of air left his lungs. His eyes opened, wide and terrified as his body acted of its on volition.

Wrinkled hands weakly pawing at the C-PAP that was fitted over his head, Anakin watched his chest heave and collapse rapidly, the swell of his ribcage caving in on itself with each labored breath.

He’d heard of the ‘death rattle’ before but had never considered it to be anything other than a wives tale, until now. Alan’s choked coughs and gasping breaths reverberated in his chest and rolled up the stretch of his esophagus, coming out in a groan muffled by his lolled tongue.

He brought his fist to his chest in weak thumps, while his other reached over the side of the bed in the general vicinity of the night stand. It’s incredible what the human brain is capable of during such critical moments of stress. Anakin watch with a fascination that went beyond curiosity, wondering how the hell this guy was aware enough to try to grab the phone laying there.

Alan let his head fall to the side and his fading eyes blurred, but didn’t miss Anakin’s figure. To him, he was just a silhouette of midnight black. For some reason Anakin noticed a bit of the fear leave Alan’s tired eyes, softening as though he was accepting his quickly approaching end.

He stopped struggling, stopped reaching for the phone and instead held out a shaking hand to Anakin as though he wanted him to take it.

What kind of monster would deny a dying man?

He stepped forward on silent feet until he clasped the man’s wrist and felt his weak grip on his. The leathery skin was clammy, sickly to the touch and it made Anakin’s stomach churn.

“Death?” A small creaking attempt at the word eeked out of Alan’s lips.

“Yes sir.” Anakin responded. Was it true? No. But was it a lie? Also no. He was and he wasn’t.

“A-about…” the old man heaved, spittle flying from his mouth. “About damn time.”

Anakin was usually quick on his feet with his quips but this man’s nonchalant attitude, his welcoming of his fate was unexpected.

“Sorry Mr. Nelson.” He chuckled. “I’m a very busy man.”

He laughed. A rare occasion if not the only occasion that someone’s dying breath was a laugh. Anakin’s brow pinched together, wetting his lips with his tongue before chewing the inside of his cheek as he watched the life drain from his eyes.

Once his hand went slack and limp Anakin gently laid it across his chest, checked for a pulse and found none. He patted the old man’s shoulder and turned to exit the room, he didn’t look back and he didn’t take another breath until he set foot on the fire escape and the window was shut. Making quick work of closing the clasp and reassembling the metal frame.

He took a shaky breath and checked his watch. Bewildered by the passing of time. He literally couldn’t comprehend it, pulling out his phone to confirm. The times were indeed matching.

Three minutes and 57 seconds.

He was only inside for three minutes and 57 seconds. He felt like hours of his life had flown by, he felt both aged and more alive than he’d ever been. The only thing he could compare this feeling to was… the feeling he got because of you.

He’d done a good thing.

Alan said so himself, the man was ready, beyond ready to embrace death. Anakin had done him a favor by taking his life returning his soul to his soulmate.

It gave him a warm feeling in his chest. He thought maybe he would feel sick, he almost did, until he didn’t. He decided not to question his contentment, instead pocketing it to tuck away in the recess of his mind that he stored his more unhealthy thoughts and experiences in.

He liked that about himself, his ability to compartmentalize at will. He liked to be neat and tidy, it was only natural that his mind mirror that. He knew that it was just his mind’s creation; his mind didn’t really look like a neat room of filing cabinets.

He had one for childhood memories, one for his favorite happy memories, one for his mother, one for his friends, one for his work life, one for his home life. But the two most important things housed in the confines of his skull were the golden pedestal holding the beautifully crafted, one of a kind ceramic vase he poured his love for you into; and The Pit.

He didn’t like The Pit. His inner self kindly transported the things that belonged there via a lockbox and unceremoniously tossed it over the edge at a safe distance. Even the figment of his imagination in this scenario was too afraid to peer over the edge of the chasm. He’d never heard anything hit the bottom, if he got too close he would fall, and fall, and fall, and fall, and fall for eternity.

Then what would you do? Suffer through a sad existence like poor Mr. Nelson?

No. He can’t let that happen. He won’t let that happen. You’re to precious, too pure, too good to experience anything but radiant joy.

He breathed in relief as he found himself suddenly outside his front door, he’d traveled on autopilot.

He showered and tucked himself into bed, exhausted and drained emotionally. But not too much, not enough that he could neglect his duties. He checked the tracker on his phone, pleaded to see that you were abiding by your unspoken agreed upon curfew. Home before 2:00am. Always.

It was only 12:30. Good job princess.

He waited, following the little blue dot to the larger red one and switched over to the live camera feed and witnessed you chatting happily on your phone as you trotted up the stairs.

He thanked his past self from this morning and grabbed the laptop from his nightstand and patiently waited for the mirror image of your phone updated.

Luke. It was just Luke making sure you got home safe; maybe Luke wasn’t too bad after all. He wasn’t a threat to Anakin in anyway and he was concerned with your well-being. Not as much himself of course but enough that Anakin could throw a smidgen of respect his way, it’s nice to know he already has something in common with your best friend.

He did his routine night-time walk through of your device, seeing that you’d turned on your alarms for the next day already. He smiled fondly, his sleepy girl.

He turned up the sound on your bedroom camera, plugging up his phone and putting the laptop on the night stand. He placed his phone next to his head and listened to your breathing slow and relax.

He loved this. Sleeping with the sound of your soft snores and mumbled sleepy words. It was an intimacy that he craved to manifest into the flesh world.

Soon he would.

Someone please tell me that if you’ve waitressed/known a waitress who’s done shit like that?? If not I just told on myself for being a big fat liar.

Part Four

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