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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter eight
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 4.6k
âChris!â
âShut up!â
âIâm s-sorry!â
âShut up!â
Chris grabs a handful of your hair from behind and slams your face into the pillow, muffling your moans that were definitely echoing through the rest of the house before placing his hand back on your waist.
You had snuck in, once again, through the back door that conveniently connected to Chrisâs room, where you had spent most of your free time this last week since coming back from the wedding, and half of the time you came over, it ended up like this, getting your mouth covered somehow in a desperate attempt to keep you quiet to avoid his brothers hearing you, especially like this. Not that you minded, you loved when Chris got a little aggressive in bed, so maybe sometimes you got a little loud on purpose.
Chrisâs hands were no doubt creating bruises in your sides where they gripped on, pulling you back towards him every time he thrust into you, your bodies slapping loudly in the otherwise silent room. Normally you guys had something playing on the tv, or at least his speaker, to drown out how loud you typically got, but today when you walked into his room, you may or may not have immediately ripped your shirt off once the door was closed, waggling your eyebrows suggestively. Chris got the hint and you guys wasted no time jumping into bed together.
Now, however long later, you were nearing the end of your session and unable to control the sounds coming out of your mouth, grateful Chris had turned you into the pillow to quiet down.
Chris delivered a final pump inside you, groaning as he came, your sounds finally quieting down, head turning back out of the pillow to suck in a deep breath.
âYou are way too loud,â Chris grumbles. âYouâre the one that wants to keep us a secret but you canât shut the fuck up when you need to.â
âIâm sorry,â you whine. âYouâre just like⊠magic or something.â
That rips a laugh out of Chris as he pulls out of you, letting your body flop onto the bed. âMagic or something, I like that.â He leans forward and hovers his body above your back, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. âHey, I-â
âChris?!â
The sound of Matt yelling at the top of the stairs ripped you both out of your post-sex haze, eyes widening and staring at each other in shock. âYeah?!â Chris yells back inconspicuously, both of you jumping up from the bed and scrambling to find your clothes. The sound of footsteps gets louder, panic setting into both of your chests as you guys realize youâre about to get caught. Chris definitely didnât lock the door before you guys got started either.
âFuck,â you whisper, gathering all of your clothes into your hands, knowing you wonât have time to put them back on.
âBathroom!â Chris whisper-yells, pointing at the bathroom door connected to his room. Youâre running into the bathroom as heâs ripping his comforter off his bed, soaked by your so called âparty trickâ. Heâs only got sweatpants on, and heâs mumbling obscenities to himself as he sees the sheets soaked as well, ripping those off when the door swings open, revealing a confused and slightly worried Matt in the doorway.
âAre you okay?â You hear Mattâs voice through the bathroom door. His eyes are raking over Chrisâs room which seems slightly in disarray, watching him stripping his sheets.
âOf course Iâm okay, why wouldnât I be okay? Iâm fine. Why?â Chris babbles, standing up straight and placing his hands on his hips, slightly out of breath.
âUh⊠I just heard, like, screaming and I didnât know what it was and you werenât answering your phone.â Matt says, still confused.
âOh!â Chris forces out a laugh and waves a hand at his brother dismissively. âI was watching a movie, sorry.â
Matt nods, not fully believing him but not having any reason not to either. âWhy are you stripping your bed?â
Chris looks around at the blankets now on the floor, pursing his lips. âMy bed? Oh my blankets, yeah, Iâm just.. gonna wash them.â
Matt looks really confused now, eyebrows surging towards his hairline. âYouâre doing laundry?â He asks, to which Chris just nods in response. âAlright. Well as long as youâre okay, Iâm just gonna go back in my room.â He turns around to leave, but stops in his tracks, turning just his head back to Chris. âAlso, it fucking reeks in your room. You need an air freshener, bad.â
âYou got it,â Chris agrees, turning to open his window. Once his bedroom door is shut, he walks to the bathroom door and opens it, revealing you fully clothed in your sweat shorts and tank top, cheeks a bright red color. He laughs at the sight of you, walking in to wrap his arms around your shoulders. âWhy do you look like that?â
You stayed limp, hands at your sides. âHe said it reeks!â You cry out, face pressed in Chrisâs bare chest, making him laugh loudly.
âIt just smells like sex in here, thatâs all. He probably just couldnât place it because he doesnât think thatâs what Iâm doing in here. Itâs not you that stinks.â Chris comforts you by rubbing his hands on your back sweetly, pressing his lips into the top of your head. âAlthough, the sheets almost got us caught, I didnât realize it went through the blanket so he saw me ripping those off.â
You just groan even louder, still embarrassed. âI think I need to be celibate.â You mumble, to which Chris gasps.
âAbsolutely not! You donât get to show me what Iâm missing all these years just to rip it away from me.â
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âChris,â you whisper, shaking the dead weight body next to you in bed. Silence. âChris,â you whisper again, shaking him harder.
The boy next to you groans, pulling the blankets up to his chin and settling back into sleep quickly. Youâre faster, though, refusing to let him ignore you.
âChris,â you say in your normal tone, shaking him once more.
Chris turns his head, eyes barely cracked open as he stares at you in the almost pitch black room, the only thing illuminating your face being the moon in the sky coming through the window. âWhat?â He snaps, annoyed.
âIâm thirsty,â you tell him in a deadpan tone.
Chris blinks at you a few times, like he canât believe the words that just came out of your mouth. âAre you serious?â He asks, voice groggy. âYou woke me up to tell me youâre thirsty? Go get water.â
You pout at him, not wanting to get out of bed. âYou go get me water.â
Chris turns back to his position facing away from you, getting comfortable once more. âYou sound wide awake, Iâm not doing that.â
You huff and throw the blankets off of yourself aggressively, standing up from the bed. It was almost three in the morning and you guys had been asleep for quite some time, but you woke up randomly and needed that middle of the night glass of water, you were just hoping Chris would get it for you.
You trek up the stairs, maybe a little louder than you shouldâve considering the time, entering the dark kitchen. Youâre filling up a glass from the fridge when a voice calling your name startles you out of your thoughts.
You whip your head around, free hand clutching your chest as you turn, eyes landing on Nick sitting on the couch staring back at you with wide eyes.
âNick?â You question, heart racing in your chest.
Nick slowly stands up and walks over to you where youâre seemingly glued to the floor, unable to move. You think maybe if you stay completely still youâll disappear into the background and Nick will be none the wiser. But of course you werenât so lucky, and he kept his eyes locked on yours until he was standing right in front of you.
âWhat are you doing here? When did you get here?â He questions, hands flailing as he spoke, clearly confused.
You swallow thickly, looking around like something in the room would hand you the perfect lie on a silver platter. âUh⊠IâmâŠâ You make eye contact with Nick again, smiling uncomfortably.
âDid you just come from downstairs?â Nick questions again.
Fuck.
âDownstairs?â You ask dumbly. âWhy would I be⊠downstairs?â
Nick crosses his arms as he stares you down, gaze becoming more intimidating. âThatâs exactly what Iâm wondering. Because the only thing downstairs besides our garage is Chrisâs room, and thereâs no way youâd be in Chrisâs room, right?â
You laugh, shoving Nickâs shoulder playfully. âChrisâs room? No way, no, I just, uh⊠I forgot something in there so I just went and grabbed it real quick.â
Nick furrowed his brow, not believing you. âIâve been in here for two hours, which means youâve been downstairs for at least two hours, and itâs the middle of the night. Are you sleeping in Chrisâs room?â
Thereâs absolutely no way you wiggle yourself out of this one. Youâre caught red handed by the loudest mouth in the family, no doubt in your mind Matt would know by morning. Heâs got you cornered, and thereâs nothing you can do about it.
Except lie, you can always lie.
âFine, I was in his room. You want me to be honest?â You sigh like youâre about to pour your heart out to Nick, setting your glass down on the counter. âWeâve been trying to work on our relationship. We know how annoying it is for you and Matt to deal with so weâve been trying. We were talking last night and I told him I was exhausted and he offered to let me sleep on the couch in his room so I took him up on it and decided to crash there and leave in the morning before you guys woke up but obviously youâve caught me.â
Nick narrows his eyes at you while you speak, trying not decide if he believed you or not, but ultimately he nods his head slowly, taking in your words. âOkay,â he starts. âThatâs good, I guess. You couldâve told us that instead of sneaking around like a weirdo, I thought you were sleeping with him or something.â
You gasp and cringe a bit over-dramatically. âWhat?! No! Ew! Chris?! No!â
Nick holds his hands up for you to stop talking. âAlright, dude. Chill. Iâm going to bed.â
You nod and clear your throat, picking up your glass from the counter. âSure. Goodnight.â
Once youâre alone in the kitchen you let out a sigh of relief, leaning on the table like you just ran a marathon.
That was way too close.
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from: chris <3
bathroom
You looked down at your phone that illuminated your face from where youâre sat on the couch next to Matt, legs thrown over his as you guys shared a blanket. The four of you were sat in the living room binging a show on Netflix, all spaced out at different ends of the couch except for you and your best friend. Chris, however, had gotten up to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, and you did not expect him to request your presence, especially when both of his brothers were around, but the thought of sneaking around so close to them had you slightly hot and bothered as you looked at your phone.
âUh, Matt?â You start sheepishly, looking up at the boy who stared mindlessly at the tv.
âHuh?â He replied, not looking down at you.
You clear your throat nervously. âCan I lay in your bed? Iâm not feeling so good, I think I want to go to sleep.â
Matt tears his eyes away from the television finally, looking down at you worriedly. âAre you okay?â He asks, bringing a hand up to your forehead.
âYeah, Iâm okay,â you chuckle, grabbing his wrist. âJust tired I think.â
Matt nods and pulls the blanket off of you both, letting you up. âOf course you can lay in my bed. Let me know if you need anything.â
You smile and nod at him, standing up and heading towards his room. When you get there, though, you look back at Matt and Nick to make sure theyâre not looking before you slip into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
Chris smiles at you from where he sits on the closed toilet seat, reaching his hands out to graze over your thighs as you walked up to him, your own hands landing on his shoulders. âYou look way too good right now, I just had to tell you.â
You blush, a shy smile gracing your face. âI look the same as I always look,â you mumble quietly.
âI know.â Chris agrees, standing up from his seated position and walking forward, pinning you against the wall. âYou have no idea how bad I want you right now.â
You lean your head up towards Chris so your lips are barely touching, sliding your hands up under his shirt. âItâs too risky,â you tell him, disappointment clear in your voice. âTheyâll hear.â
Chris whines, hands resting on your waist pulling your body closer to his. âCanât you just be quiet? Just this one time?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs like asking a duck not to quack or something. Itâs impossible. Youâre too good for me to be quiet.â
âWhat if I kiss you the whole time to keep you quiet?â Chris bargains a little more.
Your hands trail down to Chrisâs waistband of his sweatpants, thumbs looping underneath so you can start to pull them down, eyes still locked on his. âWhat if I just blow you? Since youâre so good at being quiet.â
You push his pants past his hips and let them fall to the ground, leaving him in just his tight, black Skims briefs that donât leave much to the imagination, especially with his dick already straining against the fabric.
Chris hums in agreement, pressing his lips to yours for a moment before he pulls away, smirking at you. âIâm not gonna turn down a blowjob from the prettiest girl I know.â
You giggle quietly, still wanting to make sure the boys in the living room donât hear you, slowly sinking to your knees in front of Chris, keeping eye contact with him the whole time you descended until you were face to face with his still clothed member, dropping your eyes down to it. âMay I?â You ask sweetly, bringing a hand up to rub him through his underwear.
Chris breaths out a breath of relief and hums in agreement and you waste no time before grabbing the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to join his sweatpants around his ankles. âI love your dick, Chris, you know that? Itâs so good to me, never disappoints. I normally hate sucking dick but for you? Itâs like the sexiest thing in the world to me. I love how you sound and how you pull my hair.â Your hand comes up to start stroking Chris languidly, thumb running over his slit every few times your hand comes back up to his tip.
Chrisâs eyes are still on you, watching as you pleasure him with your hand, genuinely feeling like this would be enough for him to get off. Just the sight of you has his skin buzzing at all times, especially now that he knows what you sound like, what you feel like. He couldnât get enough of you. âYou have no idea what you do to me, do you?â He breathes out, hands reaching out to brace himself on the wall.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his for a moment, smiling at him before you open your mouth and guide his dick onto your tongue that lay flattened out, slapping it on the pink muscle before closing your lips around him, eliciting a quiet moan from his mouth.
Heâs definitely quieter than you would be, but the thing you guys forgot to be mindful of was how long you were in the bathroom. Itâs already been a few minutes of you in there together, and Chris was already in there for about five minutes before you joined him, so the time was ticking up, and you both were none the wiser, only focused on each other.
You had been enthusiastically sucking Chris off for a few minutes, hand stroking the base of his dick that didnât fit in your mouth while your tongue trailed over the first few inches, eyes shut as you focused on his pleasure, making sure it was one of the best blowjobs he ever had, when there was a soft knock at the door, Mattâs voice ringing from the other side and ripping you both away from the trance you were in.
âChris?â He calls, concerned. âYou okay in there?â
This was terrible timing for Chris, as he had just started to feel his orgasm building in his stomach, his dick getting tenser and breath getting caught in his throat. You didnât let up, though, just kept going and trying to bring him over the edge, finding the idea of someone just on the other side of that door, someone that had no idea what was going on and was just innocently checking on his brother.
Chris sucked in a breath and tried to even out his voice, eyebrows still furrowed in pleasure as he spoke. âY-yeah, Iâm okay, sorry, just on my phone,â he called back, sounding surprisingly convincing.
âOh, okay,â Matt replies, but you donât hear his footsteps leaving.
Chris turns to stare at the door, breath getting choppier and hips starting to stutter and push his dick father into your mouth, almost making you gag.
âAre you almost done? I gotta take a piss, dude.â Matt speaks up again, clearly still right outside the door.
Chris throws his head back and pulls one hand from the wall, grabbing a handful of your hair to keep your head in place as he starts to thrust his hips, now fully fucking your mouth as he neared his climax.
âIâm- fuck, Iâm coming,â he replies, a double entendre unbeknownst to Matt as Chris cums in your mouth, warm liquid sliding down your throat and you accept it happily, swallowing around him as he breathes shakily, hips coming to a halt.
âUh, okay,â Matt replies, finally walking away from the bathroom and back to the living room.
You slowly slide your lips off of Chrisâs dick, biting your bottom lip as you rise back to your feet, face to face with him again. âThat was so hot,â you whisper giddily, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Chris huffs, still trying to slow his heart rate. âThat was terrifying,â he whispers back, but kisses you anyway, knowing itâs the last kiss heâll get of the night.
-
It had become pretty routine for you to sneak into the tripletsâ house at this point, almost exclusively coming in through the back door in Chrisâs room where you would spend the rest of the night until you went home or spent the night, and it quickly became your favorite part of the day.
Chris had gone from the person you spoke to the least in your life to being your favorite person to be around, always laughing and smiling when you were with him, despite there not being a label on your relationship yet. However, you didnât mind the lack of label quite yet, you both knew what this was and what you both wanted, you just didnât want to rush slapping a name on it and making it so serious.
Tonight you both had decided to watch a movie together and cuddle up in bed, not worried about the fact that his brothers were home as they typically were but their rooms were so far away it almost didnât matter how loud you guys got. Almost.
Youâre laid in bed under Chrisâs blankets on your back with him laid beside you on his side so he could face you, hand running underneath your shirt sweetly as his eyes trailed over your face. âYouâre so fucking pretty, you know that?â He tells you quietly, causing a blush to arise on your cheeks.
You turn your head to meet his eyes, not responding. You didnât really know what to say to that.
âIâm serious,â he continued, scooting closer to you. âI could look at you forever and never get bored. I love⊠everything about you.â
Those words made your heart race and almost made you want to cry. It wasnât quite a confession of love just yet, not quite the three words that danced along your own tongue, but it felt so close that it still gave you a similar rush, the kind that made you want to say fuck it and tell everyone you knew about your newfound relationship. You couldnât believe how sweet this boy was, how tender and caring, how many affirmations he would whisper to you out of the blue, how attentive he was. It all made it so easy to fall for him.
You still stayed quiet, but you reached your hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a soft kiss. He leaned down over you, still running his hand over your soft skin under your shirt as your lips meshed together perfectly.
But nothing was perfect in this household, and youâve known that for years, and you definitely should not have been shocked when Chrisâs door flies open, his brothers standing on the other side. Youâre hoping your instincts kick in quicker than they can make out your face, grabbing the blanket and pulling it fully over your head, hiding your identity.
Chris whips his head to look at the now open door, Matt and Nick staring back at him in shock. âWhat the fuck? Who is that?â Matt points to the bed, eyes wide.
Chris just looks down at the lump under his sheets, then back at his brother, shrugging his shoulders. âNo one,â he said calmly.
Nick pushes past Matt with a smirk, nodding his head like he had all the answers. âI know exactly who that is, Matt.â
Matt turns to him, still confused. âYou do?â
Nick nods again, raising his eyebrows towards Chris. âItâs that girl you went on a date with a few nights ago, isnât it?â
Chrisâs eyes widen, and your heart drops to your stomach. Thereâs no way, right? Thereâs no way Chris would hurt you like that, especially so soon. He wouldnât go behind your back to see somebody else, would he?
âWhat?â Chris spats out. âWhat are you talking about, dude?â
Nick laughs, shaking his head. âSo not the girl from the date? Is it the girl youâve been fucking the last few weeks then? Whatâs her name, Maya?â
Maya, you think. That name is way too familiar.
âI havenât been fucking Maya,â Chris defends, voice shaky.
The girl. The one he had taken all the photos for, the one he said was too clingy and he wanted to get rid of. He was still sleeping with her?
You swallow thickly, heart racing at every word being spoken. You felt like if you tried to stand, your knees would be too weak to hold you up, your hands shaking where they held the sheets.
In a split second decision, you brace yourself and pull the cover off of your face, sitting up slowly next to Chris. His brothers gasp at the sight of you, Nick screeching out your name in confusion. However, theyâve become background noise as your eyes lock with Chrisâs, your own welling with tears uncontrollably. âChris?â You whisper, lip quivering. âIs that true?â
Chris opens his mouth to speak, but closes it quickly as he realizes his brothers are still in the room. This was the most uncomfortable heâs ever felt in his life, feeling like everyone was turning to him for answers and his mind was reeling, not knowing what the right answer was for any of it, not wanting to hurt anybodyâs feelings in the process.
You, though. You took his hesitation to speak as an answer, and a small, broken squeak left your lips as you got out of the bed, grabbing your sweater off of his couch. âAre you fucking serious?â You spat, slipping your shoes on next. âYouâre still fucking somebody else when Iâm not around? I knew this shit was too good to be true, you really are a fucking asshole, arenât you?â Tears flowed freely down your face now as you spoke to him, his brothers standing in shock in complete silence, not knowing if what they walked in on was real or a hallucination.
âWait, no, Iâm not fucking with anybody,â Chris says, clambering off the bed towards you, hands grabbing your arms. You shook him off though, pushing him away by his chest.
âDonât fucking touch me. Letâs just make our lives easier and go back to hating each other,â you tell him, staring up at him with red eyes, noticing his own starting to gloss over.
Heâs silent, words caught at his throat as he watches you unfold in front of him, not knowing how he could save this in the moment. âPlease,â he chokes out, a small tear sliding down his cheek. âPlease donât leave, itâs not true.â
You want to give in so badly, but you know Chrisâs history, you know how much he fucks around and how many girls heâs used to talking to and you feel stupid for thinking heâd stop doing all of that for you. You actually feel like a fucking fool for thinking heâd change for you.
You shake your head at him and turn around, grabbing the handle of the door to let yourself out. Before you leave, though, you turn and look at Matt and Nick who are stuck to the floor in shock, mouths hanging slightly open as they watch the exchange. âIâm sorry we didnât tell you.â
You pull the door open and leave, shutting it quietly behind you as you start to walk to your car, soft sobs leaving your lips as you get further away from their house.
Chris stands there for a few moments staring at the door, before he turns around and glares at Nick, rage clear on his face despite the tears in his eyes. âAre you fucking serious?!â He screams, walking up to him and grabbing him by the collar, pushing him back a few steps until they reach the wall, Nickâs back pressed up against it. âLearn how to read a fucking room! You just lost me the girl Iâve been in love with for the last three fucking years, all because you donât know when to stop talking!â
Nickâs eyes were wide as he grabbed Chrisâs wrists, trying to get him to let go of him. âIâm sorry!â He squeaked out, staring into his brotherâs eyes that spoke a thousand words.
Matt came up to them and placed a hand on Chrisâs shoulder, trying to remain the calm one in the situation. âHey, let him go, he didnât know,â he said softly, rubbing up and down his arm when Chris finally let go of Nick, turning his younger brother to face him.
Chrisâs eyes finally softened when he looked at Matt, knowing that if there was anyone here that cared for you as much as he did, it was Matt. âI love her,â he whispered, finally processing the words that he said out loud for the first time.
Matt nods at Chris and pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back. âI know, man. Itâs okay, sheâll be fine, sheâll come around, sheâs just upset right now, trust me. Once you explain everything sheâll come back to you.â
Chris hugs his brother back, hands gripping on the back of his shirt as he took shaky breaths in, still terrified he was going to lose you forever even though he barely got to have you.
âI need her.â
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a/n: one more chapter for real this time gang
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"So, this is it? After everything we have been through, you won't even try to keep us together?"
Your voice cracked as you tried to hold it together. Tried to stop your body from shaking. Because you knew that if you didn't, if you had one less iota of control, you would start brawling. And that was not something you are willing to let this man witness. It's enough to make you lose your mind that he was sitting all casual on the sofa with a visage made out of stone.
It has been five years now. Five years of memories being flushed down the drain. Does he even give a single fuck? As this thought wedged itself into your brain, a bitter unnamed feeling lodged in your throat.
You watched with trembling lips as Jihoon finally stood up. Without breaking eye contact, he took small unsure steps towards you. He only stopped when he came close to you. Finally, he asked softly, "What else do you want me to say? I already told you I am sorry. You deserve someone better than me."
Those words were an instant punch to the gut. Bowlegged and stumbling, you put both hands on his shoulders and started shaking him like a maniac. You didn't even notice when tears started pouring from your eyes. You almost screamed out your next words,
" I-, I deserve better? I deserve b e t t e r ?! Then why wasn't I worth getting better for? Why can't you be better for me? Why won't you be better for me?" Feeling lighthearted and almost breathless, you took a step back and continued, "Our anniversary was two days ago, Jihoon. And you only came back today. You didn't even send a text."
With resignation felt in every bone in your body, you dealt the final blow, " Am I not worth a text?"
You heard him release a pained whimper at this. As if it physically hurt him. But you were beyond caring. You cared too much and that was the problem. Using both hands to wipe away your tears (You don't even have a boyfriend now that would do it), you picked up the suitcase and started walking.
It was then when you heard a mangled "I love you" come from Jihoon. Without turning back, you replied, "Do you? I haven't felt that for a long time. Even if I believe you, the problem is, I love me too. I never expected to be your main priority. But it turns out that I wasn't even a priority."
You opened the door and gently whispered your parting words into the wind, "It's not about you forgetting to send a happy anniversary text. It was never about it. I hope you know that. Yet it was my last straw. I love you, Jihoon. I don't know when I will stop loving you. But I just can't do this anymore."
In the sudden silence that followed, only the sound of a door clicking shut was heard. And in the next moment, Jihoon fell to his knees. It was as if someone cut all the strings holding him together. Unbiddenly, a tiny box fell out of his pocket. It was the sole thing keeping him company through the dead of the nights that followed.
a/n: it's woozi's birthday so i wanted to celebrate it in my own way. he is my bias wrecker and therefore i wrecked him in this fic. oops ( i am joking, hehe). but, on a serious note, he is the one who made me fall in love with seventeen's music. he is the one who redefined the meaning of friendship for me. his mindset inspires me everyday and i look up to him so much! so, happy birthday to our hardworking singer, producer, dancer, idol, and artist, mr lee jihoon. i hope you will always be happy and healthy <3
(also, this is the post that inspired this whole mess.)
#a drabble in honour of woozi's birthday#I LOVE YOU WOOZI#the trajectory of my life changed when i found your songs#this is not beta-ed so pls ignore any mistakes ;-;#seventeen#svt#woozi#lee jihoon#jihoon#seventeen fanfic#seventeen drabbles#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen angst#woozi x reader#woozi x you#woozi x y/n#jihoon x reader#jihoon x you#woozi angst#writings of tie-dye
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Crib Construction
Cassian x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: ACOTAR
Summary: Cassian and his mate have been tasked with putting together Nyx's crib. Unfortunately, it's a harder task than they thought it would be.
Word Count: 1,282
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Cass, come here. Does this look right?"
My boyfriend didn't waste a second before joining me on the floor, kneeling behind me and looking over my shoulder. Neither of us spoke for a minute, then I heard a rustling of paper as Cassian sighed.
"Yeah, it looks right. That hasn't stopped it from being wrong before, though."
"Well, let's just hope for the best."
I could feel through the mating bond just how little Cassian wanted to do that, but he knew as well as I did that we didn't have much other choice. I took a deep breath, then gently pressed the two pieces of wood before me together, trying to get them to link like they were supposed to.
Of course, it didn't work. I added slightly more pressure, but still nothing. I put my entire weight and all of my strength into it, and when the damn thing still didn't budge, I let out a scream and shoved both pieces away from me before I could really lose my temper and accidentally break something.
"This is bullshit!" I shouted, whirling around to face Cassian. He had a look of grim resignation, meeting my eyes with sympathy. Our positions had been exactly reversed about ten minutes ago. "Rhys set this up as a way to get back at you for winning the snowball fight last time, and I'm getting caught in the collateral. This sucks."
"Honestly, maybe he did," Cass said, sighing and leaning back on his hands. "Or maybe Az did something to break this one too before he got kicked off the job."
I groaned, flopping over and into Cassian's side to lay against his chest and stare at the ridiculous contraption that had been defeating us all afternoon. Rhys and Feyre had asked us to assemble Nyx's crib, and at first, we'd been honored and happy to help. But hours later, when nothing was going right and none of the pieces were fitting together the way they were supposed to, I was about ready to throw all of it out the window and into the Sidra below.
We'd been given the task in the first place because Az had shattered the same type of crib to pieces after spending a day being stumped by the puzzle. Cassian and I had inherited the task for our ability to keep each other calm, and because we were generally less destructive when continually frustrated by a puzzle. This crib was about to ruin that reputation.
"Okay, maybe we should just start over from the beginning," I said, sitting up and turning to face Cassian after our brief rest. "Like, take everything apart and lay it all out on the floor again, then start back from step one."
Cassian groaned. "Honestly, I hate that idea. But what we're already doing clearing isn't working, so..."
"So let's try it. Deep breaths, and then a total reset. A fresh start."
"...Alright. Let's do it."
With a lot of heavy sighing, Cassian and I took apart what little progress we'd made, separating the crib back into its individual parts, the way it had come. Once we got it all laid out again, I took the instruction manual from Cass and laid that out in front of us, too. With one last deep breath, we started in again at step one on page one.
I wish I could say this attempt went better. But it didn't. Cassian and I almost destroyed the whole thing Az-style in a fit of frustration three times each, one of us barely managing to pull the other back every time. We were just lucky our destructive streaks never lined up, or the pieces of the crib before us would've already become nothing more than a pile of ash.
"Alright, that's it!" Cass finally shouted, standing up abruptly from where we'd been trying to wrestle together the corners of the crib with no luck, despite using both our strength at once. "I'll be right back."
"What?" I flung my arms out to either side of me as Cassian headed for the door. "You're abandoning me? Seriously?"
"Not abandoning! Changing tactics."
Before I could ask for clarification, Cassian was out the door. I stared after him, waiting for him to reappear or say he was kidding or something, but he didn't. I huffed, then shook my head and turned back to the crib, its pieces still mostly laid out on the floor.
I sat there and stared at the pieces for a few long beats, contemplating my next move. Honestly, I'd just about decided to throw them out the window and tell Rhys the thing'd never been here when the door came swinging open again.
I turned to find Cassian striding towards me, the confidence and determination back in his step. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just grinned.
"I've solved all our problems."
I snorted, but smiled at Cassian all the same as he came to a stop before me. The fact that he'd managed to make me laugh at all in the middle of this nonsense was exactly why we were mates, and it made me love him even more.
"Cass, you know I love you, and you know I trust you, but... I'm having a hard time seeing how that could possibly be true. Unless you convinced Mor to take over for us...?"
"No, but just as good." I raised an eyebrow, and Cassian's grin widened as he dropped down next to me. Slowly, from behind his back, he pulled out a hammer, tape, and a few other supplies.
I just stared at everything for a moment, then snorted and leanded into Cassian. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Babe... we can't use that stuff to put this crib together."
"Why not?"
"Because it won't be sturdy enough! We don't want it to give out while the baby's in it. We both know we can't risk that."
Cassian hummed, rocking forward just enough to get a few of the pieces of the crib into his hands. He lined them up like we'd been doing all day, then raised the hammer in his other hand.
"Maybe you're right about the tape," he said. "But all we need to fix this is a little extra power. We can't force it together with our strength alone, so we'll use a hammer."
"Cass-"
Before I could get another word out, Cassian swung the hammer. I could see him putting his full Illyrian strength into it, and sure enough, the pieces whacked together. Unfortunately for us, they also splintered into more pieces than would be fixable, even with tape.
Cassian and I just stared at the wreckage for a moment, neither of us speaking. Cassian was the one to break first.
"Shit."
I laughed, all the stress and ridiculousness of the past few hours disappearing along with our hopes of actually succeeding at our task. I leaned into Cassian, and a moment later, he joined me.
"Well, that didn't go like I was hoping," sighed Cassian. I laughed again.
"Really? That's not what you were going for?"
"Not quite."
We shared a smile, then slumped back together, Cassian's arm around my waist as I leaned into his chest. I sighed, staring at the ruins of the crib before us. Not a single part of me wanted to do something about fixing it.
"So... how about we call Mor and find a way to pass this on to her?"
I laughed, then nodded as I leaned even further into Cassian.
"Baby, I was thinking the same thing. You, me, and Az have had to tear our hair out over this thing already, I think it's her turn."
"And even better, if any of us has to call Amren in, it'll be Mor."
"Exactly."
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#sophie's year of fic#a court of thorns and roses#cassian#cassian x reader#acotar x reader#a court of thorns and roses fanfiction#a court of thorns and roses x reader#a court of thorns and roses oneshot#a court of thorns and roses imagine#acotar fanfiction#acotar imagine#acotar oneshot#cassian oneshot#cassian fanfiction#cassian imagine#inner circle#night court#velaris#rhysand#feyre
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Tenrou Island is one of my favorite arcs! I love this arc so much. I think this is possibly a controversial take. I donât know. My favorite thing about shows is learning more about systems in the world. I think itâs just so interesting to see how wizards become s-class. This is going to be long. I am so sorry I love this arc so much. Itâs a lot of Cana⊠I ADORE CANA. Plus a lot of Levy and Gajeel! I just think this arc features so many fan favorite characters so well. This is also before The Thunder Legon was nerfed so they have some cool moments. Just I love this arc so much!
1. I do think itâs crazy that they really just throw us into the arc with no filler episodes/arc between. I think this is one of the only arcs that doesnât have filler episodes before or a filler arc.
2. Fairy Tail having a sacred place implies that other guilds do as well.
3. Something I find weird about S-Class wizards is why does the title follow you from one guild to another. Juvia and Gajeel were S-Class in Phantom Lord, but not Fairy Tail.
4. Silly thing time! Hiro Mashima trying to put all the main characters and main side characters on the island.
5. Lisanna and Juvia. I wish we kept seeing them as friends.
6. Evergreen and Elfman are one of my favorite ships and should be a main ship. It should be the big 5 instead of big 4. They were more together by the end than any of the other ships! I LOVE THEM!
7. Oh Mest⊠I miss your silly personality. Also how did he go from ok looking, to hot, to Nastu wannabe. I will be mourning when we see hot Mest for the last time.
8. Why did Makarov keep picking Cana? It seems a little cruel.
9. First Mavis mentioned. Mavis is one of my favorite characters of all time. I love her so much. Fairy Tail Zero is so good and made me love her more.
10. While pacing was my biggest issue for the last two arcs I feel like this is when the show found its pace. Without this arc the grand magic games would have not been as good as it was. I said what I said!
11. If I walked into the route and saw it was Mira I would have just walked away. Mirajane scares me the most out of all characters in the show.
12. Iâm going to say it! I ship Lily and Carla! I said what I said!
13. I never got why Hades was so obsessed with Zeref. Because Zeref literally taught him how to use magic. I also wish we got more info on why he turned evil. Itâs hard for to believe e he would attack Fairy Tail because he was a founder and was like best friends with Mavis. Him being Precht makes no sense because we never get a full explanation on how he turned evil other than he basically accidentally went down the alt right pipeline
14. I will never get over the Iron with a heart in the O. When I saw it for the first time I screamed and I still scream and fangirl over it!
15. Makarov talking Gajeel into joining Fairy Tail will forever be one of my favorite Gajeel scenes.
16. This arc is really when we start seeing Wendy come into her character and she becomes less of just the little kid to a true character.
17. Itâs heavily implied you canât say no to being Fairy Tailâs guild master. We see Makarov be like lol no and Precht being like lol too bad. Then we see Guildarts being like lol no and Makarov being like lol too bad! Then we see Guildarts being like lol as master you are now master again! Like can they really not say no?
18. I wish we could see Makarov in his prime. I know there has been discussion about how the series is going to continue. I donât want next generation Fairy Tail I want to see old generation Fairy Tail. I want to see Makarov and his old team beating people up. I want to see Precht as guild master. Or even early days of Makarov being guild master! I would even be ok if it was like Fairy Tail Zero where it was a one arc story.
19. I do have a theory that Precht made Fairy Law. I donât think itâs stated ever that Mavis made all the grand fairy spells but I maybe wrong. So thatâs how he was able to make Grimoire Law.
20. Another theory I have is that Precht took care of Makarov after Yuriâs death.
21. Now this is an out there theory. I know it. I believe that Yuri called Laxus back to the island. HEAR ME OUT! We know that some things just happen in Fairy Tail especially with the living and the dead. Yuri promised to always protect Mavis also his son was in danger. His legacy (Fairy Tail) was in danger. I also think that it could have been Mavis, but I think itâs more poetic coming from Yuri.
22. Makarov saying itâs up to his successor and us being shown Laxus⊠I am going to call it right now. The end of 100 year quest we will be seeing Laxus becoming master. This would be a perfect way to end his character. This is not the post to get into it, but ya thatâs my prediction.
23. God Slayers⊠oh the magic that was sort of forgotten about. How sad.
24. I will die on this hill. Laxus should have been the Lightning God Slayer. This would had been able to connect him, Ivan and Hades together in a perfect way.
25. This arc also has some of my favorite speeches.
26. One thing about me is I am absolutely sat every time Mirajane transforms.
27. Elfgreen is such an underrated ship.
28. I love Evergreen so much.
29. Capricorn is cool! I really like him even if he isnât used enough. I love him! Probably second favorite spirit. First is Aquarius because I am an Aquarius and she is just awesome.
30. Favorite Juvia moment is when Meredy said she was wanting to kill Gray.
31. Also wow the show that has shown over and over again to become more powerful is to channel your emotions is showing how emotions makes people more powerful. I really donât get why people give Fairy Tail so much hate using the power of friendship. Itâs almost like we are shown over and over again that is literally how it works. More emotion = more power. It also makes me more mad now knowing the show was created because Hiro Mashima was lonely.
32. One of my favorite things to come out of this arc is Juvia and Meredyâs friendship.
33. Honestly Juvia vs Meredy is my favorite Juvia fight.
34. Cana my love. We both have daddy issues. She just like me for real!
35. Me realizing Iâve misspelled Gildarts name this whole time⊠oops
36. Seeing Canaâs momâs will and seeing Canaâs cards being around it. I think her mom also used card magic.
37. Can we talk about how Cana was defeated by Laxus in her first S-Class trial. We donât talk about this enough!
38. I truely believe that any minor inconvenience Cana threatens to use Fairy Glitter.
39. Fairy Tail having grand spells implies that other guild have grand spells
40. Rip thunder legionâŠ. They arenât dead they just get hella nerfed after this arc. Well more than they already were after the battle of fairy tail.
41. One thing about Gray is going to try to cast ice shell.
42. I love Ultear so much. She is one of my favorite villains.
43. Lily being scared of thunder and lightning. Adorable. I love him.
44. I do think Hades being a founder was added later on because when he revealed he was the second guild master he didnât mention being a founder and I think thatâs something that would have been mentioned.
45. LAXUS IS BACK BABY! ONE THING ABOUT LAXUS HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE!
46. We are so spoiled in this arc. We got so much of side characters showing their skills.
47. So Nastu just got the flame lighting power. Honestly donât understand how it worked! But I donât care because itâs cool! Wanna know whatâs not cool? The fact that Wendy is the only 1st generation dragon slayer to not get an extra dragon slayer element. I hope by the end of 100 year quest she gets something. I want cobra to give her poison. Because that would be badass.
48. The exceed side mission is so adorable and goofy. I LOVE IT.
49. To think of Hades just kept his Fairy Tail emblem he would have been able to win the final fight because the tree was restore
50. People say itâs a plot hole that Ultear was able to restore the tree because she said she canât use her magic on living things, but I think it was just bad phrasing and really itâs like humans and animals she canât us her magic on.
51. The Laxus ship that makes the most sense to me is that him and the thunder legion are just a poly relationship. Yes Elfman is apart of this.
52. Another reason why I donât think Hades was always supposed to be a founder of Fairy Tail is because how did he not recognize Zeref as the man who taught him magic?
53. I love Gildarts and Cana so much! I know if Cana told him from the start he would have stopped going on his long jobs to take care of her. He is such a girl dad.
54. Everyone begging Makarov to let them stay and fight is another moment that makes me cry every time. Honestly the whole episode does.
55. Most iconic scene in Fairy Tail is them holding hands and no one can change my mind.
56. Mavis protecting her guild. Her babies! I love her. The foreshadowing of fairy sphere being more powerful than Acnologia.
Tenrou Island is one of the best arcs. It is also a soft reboot of the show. I canât wait for the grand magic games. I donât know if Iâll watch the clock arc. I havenât watched it in years. It is always a skip for me because I want to get to the grand magic games. I know I missed a lot during this arc and forgot to write things down. I watch the show while working on my school work. I love talking about Fairy Tail so donât be shy send me things! Thank you for reading me fan girling over my favorite piece of media! The grand magic games post will likely be multiple parts because I think itâs peak Fairy Tail.
#fairy tail#laxus dreyar#gajevy#evergreen#elfman strauss#lisanna strauss#mirajane strauss#lucy heartfilia#nastu dragneel#happy#erza scarlet#the thunder legion#freed justine#bickslow#levy mcgarden#gajeel redfox#gray fullbuster#fairy tail juvia#juvia locksar
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November's Naughty and Nice Stories
Day 22: Buzzed
Stan Pines x Reader
NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI 18+
"Babe, I gotta say, those socks are damn ridiculous lookin," Stan said to you, shaking his head with a grin as he tucked in his shirt.
You two were getting ready to celebrate Friendsgiving with everyone, as per your suggestion, for fun, and you had just finished getting dressed: A light grey sweater, black skirt, and knee high socks with turkey feet on them. "Well, I think they're adorable!" And you stuck your tongue out at him.
"Yeah, yeah....Whatever makes ya happy sweet cheeks. Didya get the turkey in the oven earlier?" He turned and looked at you, wearing a wine red dress shirt that exposed his chest and medallion just so, with tan slacks that hugged his ass. You blanked out for a moment to process the question, and nodded. He grinned at you. "Not now, my little minx...We got a get together to get going."
He took your hand, and you walked down the stairs to the main floor of the Shack, preparing to greet everyone. You were a few steps from the bottom, when Stan stopped you. "Gotta tie my shoe." And you waited, and before you could think, he had his hand up your skirt, and you felt something pop into your pussy.
"Stan! What the sh-?!" you whispered and hissed. He stood back up, and kissed you hard before you could protest. "Now we can get this party started." And he took your hand, as you clenched your middle, trying not to look awkward.
Everyone was there, thrilled to see you two all dressed up, and you gingerly gave out hugs and kisses, and tried to keep composure. Stan was on the other side of the room, talking to Ford, when he made eye contact with you. One hand had a drink, and the other had a little black key fob. He winked at you, and played with the fob.
And then you felt it. A low, steady vibration in your pussy that made you clench a little. That sneaky fuck. Your breath hitched a little, and Stan continued to talk as if nothing was happening. You kept yourself calm, as Melody helped you put out sides, and pretended Stan wasn't bumping up the vibrations every few minutes, watching you squirm gently.
You were in the kitchen finishing blending the mashed potatoes, when Stan came in, a shit eat grin on his face, as he came up behind you, and started kissing your neck. "Look at ya in here....Buzzing around like a little bee. I love seeing ya bein' a whole mess in front of everyone, and no one even knows." He kissed you behind your earlobe, and cupped your ass.
You both jumped a little as the bell dinged for the oven, and Stan left your side to pull the turkey out. "This looks great, babe...But not as great as you later when I strip off those clothes and make you a scream-"
"Hey, Dad? Where's the Pitt Cola?" Soos came in, breaking the tension. "We didn't see it anywhere."
"Yeah, Soos...I put it all in a cooler outside. Grab me a beer while you're out there."
Soos stepped out, and you silently thanked him. Stan's dirty talk was going to be the death of you, and he knew it. "Ya really did go all out here, Y/N. This is really nice." And you were surprised Stan switched gears so quickly. He truly was Mr. Mystery. "But you're gonna sit at the other end of the table....I want to watch your face beg for me to fuck ya later."
And you felt the vibrations crank up again with a flick of his hand. "Now, shall we go out and enjoy ourselves?" Stan said, holding the turkey, while you carried the mashed potatoes. You reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah....But the socks stay on later," and you walked out laughing, listening to Stan groan behind you.
#stan pines#stanley pines#post about stan#grunkle stan#hunkle stan#gravity falls#writing#November's Naughty and Nice Stories#day 22#smut
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I just started the series finale of Black Sails and if Thomas Hamilton is the prisoner theyâre looking for on that farm Iâm going to DIE.
#avery liveblogs#black sails#black sails spoilers#I SCREAMED when I started putting together what they were saying#ever since it was revealed who Thomas was to Flint Iâve been tinhatting that he didnât die in prison#and I WILL cry if Iâve been right#are you KIDDING#after all the heaven endgame discourse this weekend about spn???#FUCK OFF
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Iâm gonna be completely real with you. For the past couple of weeks I have been neck deep in the Ice Planet Barbarians series with no end in sight
#i donât know what ms ruby dixon put in these books but itâs like crack to me#i think itâs the balance of predictability vs there being a journey#like i know these two are going to get together and be fated mates but i donât know when or how itâs going to happen#and she keeps switching up the formula just enough that iâm not sure what exactly the vibe is going to be each time#iâm on maddieâs book and it might be my favourite so far just because of how dramatic the earthquake was#and i liked that SOMEONE finally asked if any of the men were getting it on with each other because i meanâŠâŠ#thereâs two dozen hunters who thought they were NEVER going to get a mate and youâre telling me NONE of them fucked. suspicious#i also really liked when hassen was saying about how maddie throws stuff at people when sheâs mad and then he says ânow that is a womanâ#like honestly. yeah. too many of these men have been like âoh i love my small delicate human mate :)â and hassen is like#âthis fat bitch who screams at people? i want her. sheâs mineâ because bro honestly that would be me#iâd either be ms ariana screaming and crying at any stimuli; maddie throwing stuff at people; or maybe a combo of the two#which i think is probably liz#what else do i have to say about this⊠i mean honestly i am a vektal apologist. the man needs a raise. he is dealing with TOO MUCH bullshit#and from too many people. whenever some guy pipes up like âmy mate is pregnant i canât do thatâ iâd be like âman EVERYBODY is pregnant#read the fucking roomâ#iâm not saying i like vektal iâm just saying i understand him and i feel bad for him and iâm impressed that he hasnât started killing#thatâs about it. uh. iâm going to finish this one and then read the spinoffs before i proceed#personal#**not the spinoffs. the novellas. the babies etc
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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*
a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick đźâđš so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!
nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.
nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.
nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.
nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?
nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.
nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (
nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.
choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.
nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?
nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.
nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.
"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.
"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.
nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.
nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.
nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.
nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.
nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)
nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.
"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."
oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.
you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.
"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.
fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.
he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.
nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)
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If I'm not careful, I'm going to get salty about stupid music opinions again.
#OTHER people's music opinions. not mine. MINE are great OBVIOUSLY.#OKAY OKAY. people can disagree with me over the quality of art that is ALWAYS 100% FINE#I just...idk. you can usually tell when the opinions are based on a sense of entitlement and elitism and like...EXTREMELY bad-faith#interpretations? most music opinions I disagree with are from the standpoint of just.#not understanding what the artist was trying to do or willfully ignoring the good parts because it wasn't specifically what YOU the#INDIVIDUAL LISTENER wanted.#(or--not quite as common but still prevalent--refusing to acknowledge the bad because that makes you feel better)#the thing is. when people who ACTUALLY thoughtfully put together lists/opinion pieces--critics like todd or diamond axe studios#or mr 96--even if I disagree with them they make their case in clear terms to the point where I see where they're coming from#you know like *I* didn't see the song this way (for good or for bad) but I can see how THEY would#plenty of people uh...do not approach music opinions like that lol. they'll just#call a band/artist a sell-out without looking at the wider context of their discography or evaluating possible reasons WHY#they would choose to move in that musical direction. they also. MUCH OF THE TIME. don't clarify what they MEAN when they say that either#(also people are waaaaaayyy too precious about clear genre divisions imo but. I don't have the brainspace to fully discuss that rn)#like ''sell-out'' doesn't mean 'has a poppier or more electronic sound' I'm gonna have to put that term on the shelf with the rest of them#unhinged lady screams about music#ugh I really gotta finish that 'discussing the best and worst of the punk goes pop/rock/etc. albums' project I started#(remember those? they sure were a thing that happened!)#maybe THAT'S the New Year's Resolutionâą finish a fucking music critique video like I keep saying I will
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18+ Minors dni. I'm currently obsessed with the thought of Bucky making his pretty girl take it. I'm talking him keeping you caged under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while his arm are wrapped tightly around your body. This type of energy comes out when he's pissed. Stressed. Jealous. He's going to remind you exactly who you belong to and my favourite thing about this is imagine you didn't even know what happened. Maybe he overheard some agents talking about how irresistible you are. So cute and pretty and they'd give anything to-
Nope. The thought alone of anytone touching what's his has him storming off, hauling you over to mark you in the most primal way possible. Remind everyone who you belong to. He plucks you up from whatever you're doing and carries you over his shoulder like a beast; you're naked on his bed seconds later. He plows into you, hips slamming his cock into your very soaked cunt, unapologetically fucking you with the deepest moans. He sounds so feral. He is feral.
"Feels-so-good, such a good girl, letting me put my big dick in you"
Those grunts and groans he lets out show just how selfish he's being because he's focused on how fucking good you're making his dick feel. You're so soft but you make his cock so hard. You're such an angel for him, spreading your legs for him the second he set you down. He'd been torn between wanting to ravish you immediately or taking a second to throw his clothes off. He decides he needs you to fucking smell like him when this is all over, have every bit of his scent covering your skin. He wants to feel every bit of you all over him.
No one else would ever get to have you like this. Feel your naked breasts on their chest. Feel your soft tummy press against theirs. Feel the plushness of your thighs squeezing their waist. Feel your silky walls squeeze and milk their cocks till they're all soft and sensitive.
They'd hear you though.
They'd hear every moan and Bucky would make sure of that.
"Whose cock is making you scream baby, tell me" He growls, your combined arousal making a mess on the bed.
"Y-OURS-" You hiccup, choking back a sob as he snakes his had to wrap around your throat. Damn right. His fucking cock. His dick in your pussy. Not the stupid little boys who think they have a chance to even breathe the same air. His pretty, pink, fat fucking cock destroying you to his heart's content, stretching you open as much as he wants. "J-JAMES"
"That's right, say my name baby, say the name of your man who fucks you this good, let everyone hear" He's already turned off all the sound proofing and maybe he left his door a crack open. Maybe.
"Jaamesss" You sound so gone, cockdrunk over the way the spongy head of his dick kisses that sensitive spot that makes you squirt cream with each of his thrusts. "Don't st-stop, please-fuck-me-Jamie" Your voices slurs and turns into a whine as your eyes roll back. For such a sweet princess, you sound like an absolute slut when he's inside you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Mhphhm, sound so pretty, gonna make me blow, let me empty my balls in you" He starts to fuck you faster causing the headboard to shake, the whole bed creaking with his movements. "M'gonna cum angel-oh shittt-"
He nearly whimpers when he feels your doe eyes looking up at him with your ankles locked around his waist; he knows exactly what that means.
"You want it inside you huh, want my cum in you baby, s'that it?"
"Want-it-please, can't hold it" you cling onto him tighter and Bucky can't last any longer.
"Cum with me, together, c'mon angel, cum with me, yes, fuck yes, can feel you-fuck-" He begs, needing those little boys who spoke about you to hear exactly what they're missing out on, "OH GOD, FUCKKK" He doesn't hold back as he gives into his orgasm, your name dripping of his lips while you sob and squeal.
I want him to give you the softest aftercare. Tell you what a good girl you were for him. How much he loves and adores you, how special you are to him.
I want him to have the most smug expression on his face when he goes back down. He's such a little shit. He passes by a cackling Tony and a wheezing Sam. Not one agent dares look him in the eye. Steve may be blushing but he'll give credit where credit is due. His best friend sent a very clear message. Bucky is a possessive, loving, horny little shit and I need it.
Need it now.
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pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: in which married couple park sunghoon and park y/n are on their way to court to divorce when they suddenly get into a car crash, losing their memories entirely. over time, they start to fall inlove with each other all over again.
genre: angst, exes to lovers + strangers to lovers (ynhoon are soulmates your honor!!) fluff
âYou are the most immature person I have ever met!â You shout, âI shouldâve never married you in the first place!â
âFinally, something we can both agree on.â Sunghoon seethes, and you just know the taxi driver is uncomfortable by the way heâs awkwardly looking in the car mirror.
The both of you crossed your arms stubbornly, huffing like little children who just threw a tantrum.
The only reason why you and Sunghoon were getting a divorce in the first place was because he was so busy at his office, inheriting the CEO position from his father just months earlier.
You felt lonely, and it really didnât help that Sunghoon didnât give you any reassurance because he was too tired.
âAish, why is this red light taking so long?â Sunghoon angrily mumbles underneath his breath.
âWell maybe itâs your negative energy.â
âCan you be mature once in your life?â Sunghoon snaps back.
The taxi driver, very annoyed with the both of you, continues driving when the light turns green.
Then all of a sudden, a car rams through the intersection, crashing directly into the taxi.
You scream, and Sunghoon instantly puts his arms around your frame, shielding you.
Then, all goes black.
For a second, you could see the day that you and Sunghoon got married.
It was a Sunday, at the beautiful church nearby Sunghoonâs parents house, and you were wearing what Sunghoon called the most beautiful dress heâd ever seen. It was plain white, but long and so beautifully designed that it didnât need any other colors.
When you arrived at the altar, Sunghoon had bursted into tears. Some of his friends, Jake, who had traveled all the way from Australia to attend, patted the boy on back as comfort.
That day was nonetheless the happiest day of your life. You donât know if Sunghoon feels the same, and looking back, it feels like such a shame that youâre throwing it all down the drain.
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BLEEP. BLEEP.
Your body jolts awake, head practically killing you with the amount of ache it produced as you tried to sit up.
âPatient is up!â The nurse says before walking into your room with a tray. âGood morning, are you feeling okay?â
You raise your hands to touch your head, which was bandaged by some soft tissue material.
âWhere am I?â You say, looking around the room. You spot a unknown man groggily getting up, and for a second, you canât help but notice how handsome he was.
That was besides the point, though.
âYouâre in the hospital.â The nurse says, smiling softly. âDo you remember the events leading up to this?â
âI.. I donât remember anything, actually.â
The nurse still smiles at you reassuringly. âItâs alright lovebug, it seems as though you two have lost your memories.â
âUs two?â You question.
âYes.â She points to the guy on the other bed right next to you who just looked like he woke up from death. He too looked badly injured like you, having a broken hand and bandage around his head. âPark Sunghoon-ssi was in the same car as you and got injured as well.â
Park Sunghoon. Why did that name sound so familiar?
âWell since you're both awake," she said, relief evident in her voice. "You've been in an accident. Do you remember anything Sunghoon-ssi?â
Sunghoon shook his head slowly. "No... I don't remember anything."
The nurse nodded, sympathy in her eyes. âIt's not uncommon for victims to lose their memories after a traumatic accident. Memory loss can be temporary. Just focus on resting for now.â
The nurse leaves the room, leaving you and Sunghoon alone.
âShe said we were in the same car together,â you say slowly. âBut I really canât remember what you are to me.â
Sunghoon shrugs. âMe either. All I remember vividly is my parents. You mustâve been an acquaintance of mine, then.â
You nod, stretching your limbs. âYou got more injured than me.â
He lets out an airy chuckle, lifting his broken arm which was in a cast into the air. âYep, broken arm.â
You want to remember so badly what had happened leading up to all of this. What were you doing? Where were you going, and why were you with this Park Sunghoon guy in the first place?
âWhat did you get for breakfast?â
Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you, and you slowly look down at the tray in front of your bed.
âUh, the nurse got me tiramisu and oatmeal.â
âTiramisu?â Sunghoonâs mood automatically brightens up. âCan we please switch sweets? I really love tiramisu.â
You laugh at his childlike behavior, but nod anyway. âIâll bring it to you Sunghoon, wait.â
You donât know why, but it feels so right saying his name. Sunghoon mustâve felt the same way, because he swore his mouth went dry at you calling out his name.
You carefully make your way out your hospital bed, making sure not to accidentally detach any monitors that were attached to you. Grabbing the tiramisu cup, you make your way over to Sunghoon, whoâs already shaking in excitement.
Then you make your way back, opening the lid of your oatmeal bowl.
âI may not know what happened in the accident,â Sunghoon says. âBut I know this tiramisu is so fucking good.â
You shake your head, laughing at his words. âYah Sunghoon, you think we were best friends before all of this?â
âMaybe.â He mutters, the mascarpone cheese of the tiramisu leaving a mark on the side of his lips.
âWell our humor is alike.â You say. âWould explain why we were in the same car together. Maybe we were going out to lunch.â
The rest of the day was spent with Sunghoon and you cracking jokes then and there, the awkwardness of the two of you being strangers quickly faded.
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The next day, you were given tiramisu once again while Sunghoon was given cookies.
You descended from your bed, once again, and gave the tiramisu cup to Sunghoon while you grabbed his bag of cookies.
âYou know whatâs funny?â You say, biting into the warm chocolate chip cookie.
âWhat?â He says, although itâs muffled from the amount of tiramisu heâs stuffed into his mouth.
âYah, you gotta stop doing that, itâs gross.â
Sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you, which makes you giggle.
âWeâre both Parks, isnât that funny?â
âHuh,â Sunghoon looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a brief second. âPark Sunghoon and Park Y/N. That is funny.â
Maybe both of your humors are broken because you hit your head too hard during the crash, but even though you were at the hospital, youâre glad you have someone like Sunghoon to keep you company.
âDo you want to watch the stars with me tonight at the balcony?â You ask the boy, who nods softly.
âIâd love to, actually.â
And thatâs what the two of you did. By the time it hit 10pm, you two tiptoed out to the balcony, making sure to not let any of the night nurses see you.
âWhoaaa, itâs beautiful.â Sunghoon says, letting his broken arm lean against the railing. âWhy didnât we do this sooner?â
You smile, leaning your head on Sunghoonâs shoulder.
âSunghoon.â You say, voice barely above a whisper.
âYeah?â
âIâm not sure what we were before the accident,â you stop for a second. âBut Iâm glad we knew each other.â
Sunghoon turns his head to look down at your face, his expression morphed into a genuine smile. âIâm glad we knew each other too Y/N.â
That night, you slept the most compared to the other nights at the hospital. In your dreams, you see Sunghoonâonly instead of being at the hospital bed right beside you, heâs in the kitchen, wearing a black suit.
âYou look nice today.â
âThank you baby.â Sunghoon leans down to give you a kiss on the lips. âIs that tiramisu?â
You nod, your eyes full of love. âOf course, youâve been working so hard so I decided to make your favorite.â
He wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you swing back and forth slowly. âThank you my love, I seriously donât know what I would do without you.â
You woke up in a cold sweat, the dream feeling all too real.
âWhatâs wrong?â Sunghoon says, and you swore your heart almost leaped out of your chest, not expecting the brunette boy to be awake.
âItâs 2am, why are you even awake?â You say croakily, hands coming to rub your tired eyes.
âCouldnât sleep.â He shrugs. âHey, I had a really weird dream just now.â
âMe too.â You say, âyou were in it.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, but doesnât further question it. âYou were a lawyer in my dream, you just graduated from Seoul University. We bought a house, and you told me you wanted to continue with your career.â
At least his dream was somewhat normal, you think. I canât just tell him I dreamt of us being together and being all lovey dovey. Heâd be thrown into a coma!
âAh, mine was similar.â
Nice save Y/N.
Sunghoon suddenly gets up from his bed, deciding to sit at the dining table the nurses had brought out for the two of you yesterday night.
âCome sit with me.â
You slowly creep out of your bed, sitting on the empty seat next to Sunghoon.
Suddenly, youâre hit with a sudden pounding headache.
âYouâre the worst, Sunghoon!â You scream on the top of your lungs, âI hate you! I hate you!â
âStop screaming!â He grabs your arms gently, eyes directly looking into yours. âY/N-ah, stop it.â
âSo Iâm Y/N to you now?â Your voice breaks. âNo more baby or love? Am I just another person to you Sunghoon?â
âOf course not, why would you say that?â He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep inhale. âLetâs just talk about this calmly, okay?â
âWhatâs there to talk about? You are never home, youâre always cooped up in your office! We might as well get a divorce!â
Sunghoonâs hold on your shoulder makes you snap out of your daze.
âHey, you okay?â He says concernedly, âyou were breathing heavily.â
âWhat?â You gasp. âYeahâyeah, Iâm okay. I just think I had a flashback.â
âReally? What was it?â
You donât want to tell Sunghoon that it was the two of you fighting. Why did you even mention divorcing in the flashback? Were you and Sunghoon something more than just friends?
âJust the crash.â You say. You want to tell him the truth, you really do, but youâre not sure if these were hallucinations from how hard your head was hit during the trauma or if they were actual flashbacks.
âWell, Iâm here.â Sunghoon whispers reassuringly. âIâll always be here. We survived a car crash together anyway, weâre kinda bonded to each other.â
You laugh, smacking him on his shoulder softly. âYouâre insane.â
âMaybe.â
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âDo you remember what your passion was before all of this?â Sunghoon asks, peeling his orange with his injured hand.
âI havenât really thought about it,â you say, âl think I really wouldâve liked becoming a mother. I love kids, the thought of them makes me happy.â
âI think you would be a great mother.â Sunghoon says quietly. âEven though we donât know each other much, I can tell youâre loving.â
You look down at your lap, trying to suppress the bright smile forming at the corner of your lips.
âThanks Hoonie.â
âHoonie?â
Your eyes widened. âIâm sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable? I shouldâve notââ
âItâs okay Y/N,â he chuckles. âItâs fine. I like it.â
You canât help but laugh along with him. âOkay.â
The next few days go by quickly, with you and Sunghoon already warming up to each other.
You were both comfortable enough to speak your thoughts freely around one another, no matter how silly or ridiculous some of them seemed.
When the nurses brought you two breakfast, Sunghoon almost dropped his fork in shock.
âThey gave me tiramisu.â He says, eyes glistening with joy. âThey finally gave me tiramisu.â
âI donât know why youâre so excited.â You snicker jokingly. âYouâve been eating my tiramisu this entire week.â
He turns around to look at your tray, which had a bag of snickerdoodle cookies on it.
With shaking limbs, he makes his way over, handing the tiramisu cup to you and swapping it with your cookies.
âI thought you hated snickerdoodle cookies, Hoon?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed.
âI do.â He admits. âBut youâve given me your tiramisu all week, I wanted you to have mine this time.â
Your heart swells at that, and you point your spoon at him accusingly.
âYah, is this because you want my chocolate pudding at dinner?â You joke.
âPffft, what? Nooo.â He quickly defends himself. âBut if youâre willing to shareââ
âShut up Park Sunghoon!â
âYes maâam!â
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You donât know why, but youâre starting to feel giddy whenever you talk with Sunghoon.
Your palms does this thing where it sweats profusely, and your tongue feels like dried sandpaper.
Thereâs no way you like Park Sunghoon, right? Youâve barely known the guy for two weeks, so why was the heart racing at the thought of him?
âIâve convinced the nurses to get us two bottles of coca cola,â Sunghoon says, practically jumping up and down as he entered the room.
âReally? Out of all the drinks you couldâve persuaded them to get us, you got us coke.â
âDonât diss Coca Cola like that!â Sunghoon says, crossing his arms.
Just like Sunghoon had said, the nurse approaches the two of you an hour later, 2 bottles of coca cola in her hands. She hands one to Sunghoon, then to you.
"Enjoy." She says, smile reaching her eyes.
Sunghoon's eyes light up when he opens the bottle and takes a sip. "Ah, for some reason, this feels so nostalgic."
A little memory pops up in his head, one of him playing at the park with his mom and younger sister.
"Sunghoon-oppa! Mom says she brought us coca cola!" The young girl, Yeji, says. "C'mon! Come with me!"
The young Park Sunghoon lets his younger sister take his hand, running towards their mom who was on the other side of the park.
"What's wrong Sunghoon-ssi?" You ask, noticing how his thick eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on the bottle had tightened.
"Huh?"
"You zoned out for a bit."
He chuckles nervously, glancing around the room. "Sorry, I think I just had a flashback." He says. "Park Yeji."
"Who?"
"My younger sister." He explains. "I could see her clearly. I wonder where she is right now."
You too wondered where your family was. Maybe they were too busy to come visit you. You could briefly remember having a younger brother. Jungwon. Yang Jungwon.
"Cheers." He says, mood changing quickly. His canines shined brightly as he smiled, making him look all too gorgeous in your eyes. "To the car crash, for bringing me and Park Y/N together."
You giggle, raising your bottle in the air. "Cheers to the car crash, for bonding me with this weird guy named Sunghoon."
"Yah!"
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"Is it weird?"
"Hm?"
It's 11pm, and you and Sunghoon face each other as you're both laying on opposite ends of the room.
"That we've known each other for only a few weeks and I already feel like I've known you for an entire lifetime?"
You smile at his words, shaking your head. "No, I feel the same way Hoonie."
"Would it be stupid to say out loud how much I want to kiss you right now?"
Your mouth almost drops at his boldness, but you quickly shake your head.
Sunghoon takes your silence as approval, sitting up to come over to your side.
He brushes the hair away from your face, leaning in to close the gap between your lips.
When the both of you pull away, you automatically lean in again, the feel of his lips on yours felt so right.
"I love you Sunghoon." You say as you cup his cheeks. "I don't want to fight anymore."
"I know," he whispers. "I love you. Cause even though we were both going down, we were going down together."
"I hate you." You say, a smile playing on your face. "I hate you for being the only person who I can't stay mad at."
"And I love you," he says. "For being there for me, always."
"Sunghoon."
"Hm?"
"I love you."
He smiles down at you, uninjured hand coming to hold yours. "I love you too."
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"What?" You say flabbergasted.
The next morning was the date of both yours and Sunghoon's discharge, and both your families decided to come visit.
"You two were married." Your father explains, a bewildered expression on his face. "How could you not know? Was the Park Y/N not obvious?"
"I thought that was just my last name!" You say, defending yourself.
"Your last name is Yang, noona." Your little brother speaks up. It was Jungwon, the same boy you kept seeing in your flashbacks, only this time, his face looks more clear and matured. "It was before you married Sunghoon-hyung."
"You're telling me we got married and divorced?" Sunghoon says, stuttering over his own words.
"Yes son," Sunghoon's mother explains. "Well, not quite exactly. We don't know why you guys wanted to divorce, you kind of shut yourselves out when you were arguing. You didn't officially divorce yet, you got into an accident on the way to court."
That made so much sense now. The flashbacks of arguments between you and Sunghoon, the makeups after the arguments, the cute moments, everything. It started to all click in your head.
"You still share houses and everything, the lawyers had to put your case on hold because you were both hospitalized." Jungwon says. "We were here to pick you up separately, in case you weren't comfortable staying with each other."
"It's fine." You and Sunghoon both say at the same time.
"Are you sure honey?" Sunghoon's mom asks concernedly.
"Yes mom, I'm sure."
The drive home was awkward, you both drove in different cars but to the home you had bought before the accident happened.
"Noona," Jungwon calls out to you. Your parents are still in the car, looking at the scene in front of them.
"Yes Jungwon?"
"Listen, I may not know a lot about love," he says, "but I know what you and Sunghoon-hyung have is real. I could still see somewhere in his eyes that he remembers parts of you and he still loves you whether or not his memories came back or not. I could tell you love him too. I don't know why the two of you decided to divorce but I know you called me crying hysterically because of it. I just think you two needed to talk it out, without the lawyers, without the paperwork. You two are the two most stubborn people I know, but also the two most loving people I know, you wouldn't just leave each other like that."
You want to cry at your younger brother's words, tears already leaking from your eyes. "Thank you Won."
You reach your arms out to hug him, a hug that he instantly melts into. "I love you noona."
"I love you too."
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"This isn't what we expected, huh?" Sunghoon says, leaning his head on the marble island in the middle of your kitchen. "This whole time I thought you were my best friend, turns out you were my soon to be ex-wife."
You laugh quietly at the irony of the whole situation. "Whatever we were in the past is in the past Hoon."
He nods. "I can't believe we were going to divorce."
"I can't believe it either."
"You know what my mom told me in the car?" Sunghoon sits up straight to look at you. "The reason I have a broken arm and you don't was because during the crash, I put my arms around yours to protect you. Isn't that funny? Even though we hated each other at that moment, my first instinct was to protect you."
You stay still at that, his words sinking into your brain.
"It's like the universe wanted us to be together." You say quietly.
"Hey Y/N?"
You turn around to face Sunghoon. "Yeah?"
"I'm glad I married you."
Even though you and Sunghoon aren't sure where you stand in terms of relationship, all you know is that you love him, and that is enough for the both of you.
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School Gymnastics: A Tragicomedy
So one day when we were in third grade, our P.E. teacher divided us into girls and boys. (I donât remember what the boys had to do. Wrestling? Tackle football? I donât know, probably not at age nine, but thatâs not the point. Gladiatorial combat? I still donât really understand kidsâ sports.)
What matters for this story is that all the girls had to do gymnastics. Nowâand I suspect this wonât surprise you if you know literally anything about meâI was always terrible at any form of school athletics. I am intensely, almost impressively uncoordinated. This doesnât affect my life much at 36, but it was often a miserable way to be a kid. The only playground game I liked was playing pretend, because when you are playing pretend, you donât have a bunch of people ostensibly on your side screaming in your ear, âPretend faster! Pretend over there! Pretend with greater accuracy!â
Anyway, gymnastics and my clumsy, doughy little body. I couldnât do a cartwheel. I couldnât do a backwards somersault. I couldn't do any of it. We had an entire unit on this business and I literally did not learn how to even safely attempt a single move besides the log roll (lie flat and roll sideways on your belly). In retrospect, this seems like maybe it was in part a teaching problem, not a me problem, but thatâs actually not the point either.
The point is, at the end of the unit, we were told to divide ourselves into little teams and choreograph a group gymnastics routine. My group, faced with my long list of limitations (more limitation than girl, really) decide my role will be to just forwards-somersault around the rest of the group as they do their moves. (This is itself kind of embarrassing but trust me, it is but the appetizer.) My friend Ashley has the Lion King soundtrack and we all agree that it is a great choice. The movie has only come out a couple of years earlier, and it of course features some funny, peppy options. 'Hakuna Matata'? 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King'? It's all coming together.
Carried on a wave of youthful enthusiasm, none of us even think to double-check which track Ashley has picked. Foreshadowing!
So the day of the performance comes. Another group goes right before us. They had picked âWannabeâ by the Spice Girls, which was a huge hit at the time. I mean, it still is because itâs a classic, but then it was big and new. They step onto the mat and immediately begin to do choreographed dance moves, which they have worked into their routine. We had not thought of this. Oops. Dance moves, of course! So they incorporate the necessary gymnastics, it goes over really well, the energy is high, and now itâs my groupâs turn.
I take my place at the edge of the mat, the mat we are required to stay on for the length of the piece. Ashley cues up the track sheâd chosen.
A song starts up. Instantly, I recognize it from the movie. It is the very slow instrumental music that plays when Simba realizes his dad is dead.
âWell, this is not optimal,â I think. I've been on this planet for nine years; I can see that much. But itâs too late to change the track, and so I tell myself, âItâs okay. Iâm a performer. I can sell this.â I put on an extremely solemn face and begin to execute a series of the worldâs saddest somersaults.
Friends, when I say âsadâ I mean it, in every possible sense of the word. Picture a nine year old with the gravest possible affect, determinedly doing somersaults to the slowest, most serious music she can imagine, in a careful ring around her friends who have actually learned any gymnastics whatsoever. Okay, now as the music starts to pick up and get more hopeful, imagine she gets real dizzy and in front of everyone, she rolls all the way directly off the mat, careening dangerously towards the assembled students.
Somehow, I roll myself back onto the mat, we survive what feels like hours of humiliation, we stagger away, and I blessedly avoid adding âpuking my guts out in front of all of my peersâ to my very short list of gymnastics tricks.
Later, I asked Ashley what in the world possessed her to choose that song.
âIt didnât have any words,â she said.
(There was absolutely no rule against using songs that had lyrics.)
Anyway, thatâs why being an adult is better than being a kid.
I may have to do laundry and make my own dinner and wrestle with more complex existential angst, but you know what I havenât been asked to do in like 26 years? Somersault for three minutes straight to the musical shorthand for âthis cartoon lion cub has no choice but to process the weight of unimaginable grief for his dead dad.â And you know what? If I live another 50 years, I can be pretty confident nobody will ask me to do it then, either.
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Simon wants to marry you.
This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.
So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.
He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.
Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.
When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.
Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.
Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.
But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.
"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.
"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"
"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.
The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.
Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.
He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.
"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."
"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.
His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.
Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.
Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.
But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.
He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.
"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."
"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."
You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.
"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."
Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.
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Wowza. Part one blew up way more than I thought it would so here! Part two! I do have more thoughts about this so there might be a couple more parts to come. We'll see ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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Eddie takes half a second to consider just not answering. Maybe throwing his phone away and never going back to the restaurant they went to last night so he never has to confront whatever it is that's about to happen. Maybe even fleeing the country and living alone on a sheep farm with no friends and go relationships ever again so something like this never happens again.
But then he thinks of Steve. Kind, funny Steve with the bright eyes and soft skin who looked at Eddie like he could fall in love with him and he knows that whatever comes next, Steve deserves for Eddie to see it through with him.
New Message: Steve H.
Hey
Just that one word sends Eddie's heart into his throat. He can see that Steve is still typing, those little ellipses of doom popping on and off the screen. Realistically, Steve probably doesn't know what happened, right? Eddie's pretty sure Steve wasn't in on it and it's been less than an hour since Eddie himself found out, so probably not.
Steve H: Gareth called me
Fuck.
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
If Eddie's heart was in his throat at the first text, the second one has it dropping through his body and out of his goddamned ass. It's not that he doesn't want Steve to know. He was always planning to tell him, he was just hoping he could be the one to do it. Gareth being a little shit and calling Steve first was not part of the plan.
Steve H: He told be about the prank. I'm sorry if I wasn't what you expected and you were just being nice. We can pretend it never happened. No hard feelings.
Eddie slams his head into his pillow. This is such a cluster fuck he can hardly bring himself to look at the text but he needs to come up with some kind of response, like, yesterday if he wants any chance of keeping the man of his dreams from running for the hills because apparently, Eddie's friends are trying to destroy his life. He takes a deep breath and starts typing.
Eddie: Hey, I'm so sorry about that. I just found out about what they did an hour ago at practice. I didn't think they would just call you out of the blue like that, I was just about to text you.
Not completely true, but Eddie was going to text him about it, just after screaming into his pillow and making a couple Vudu dolls first.
Eddie: For what it's worth I really do like you and I would love to still take you out on that second date, but I understand if my friends scared you off and you want nothing to do with me. I know it's fucked up.
It takes a minute for Steve to respond, the typing bubbles ebbing and flowing as Steve types and retypes whatever it is he wants to say. Eddie is about ready to call it a wash and start googling sheep farms for sale in Ireland when a new text comes in, dispelling all thoughts of learning to sheer wool.
Steve H: Are you sure?
And fuck if that doesn't hurt his heart. Eddie has spent all of two and a half hours with Steve, he's a virtual stranger, but Eddie can swear he can feel all of Steve's secondhand insecurity through that one lonely sentence. Before he even registers what he's asking, he send a quick reply.
Eddie: Can I Facetime you?
Before Eddie can try to rethink his decision, his screen lights up with a notification. Steve is calling him.
Eddie scrambles to answer, fumbling his phone a little in his haste and almost missing the call completely. He manages to get it on the last ring, breathing heavily in a way he knows can't be flattering.
All thoughts about his lack of dexterity fly out the window when he looks into his screen. On their date, Steve was perfectly put together. Hair meticulously done, clothes freshly pressed, and a light sheen of lipgloss accentuating the perfect curve of his mouth. While Steve is still beautiful through the lens of his camera, it's clear that he's been crying. His eyes are red and a little puffy, hair out of order in a way Eddie thinks is probably unusual for him, and Eddie can see that he's wearing a well-loved beige hoodie.
"Hi," Steve says, waving a shy hand almost the same way he had last night.
"Hey sweetheart," Eddie says, keeping his voice low and gentle, desperate to soothe Steve however he can through the distance of their phones.
For a minute they just look at each other, neither one knowing what to say in a situation like this. Eddie sees Steve gearing up to say something, but he cuts in before he starts. There's something he needs to say while Steve can see him face to face.
"I'm really sorry about what happened!" He says, much lounder than he intended. "My friends were being dicks. I haven't dated in a while and instead of being normal fucking people they set up this whole stupid prank but I swear I wasn't in on it!"
Something about what he says draws a small smile from the corner of Steve's mouth, so Eddie keeps talking. "Besides, if they wanted to prank me they should have picked someone that isn't a literal fucking model in disguise. There wasn't a chance in hell I wasn't going to beg you for that second date."
At that, Steve gives a little chuckle and it lifts Eddie's heart from where it'd fallen onto the floor and puts in back in his chest 10 times lighter than before.
"Jesus, are you always such a flirt Munson?" he says.
"Only when the boys are especially pretty," Eddie responds.
Steve gives another little laugh at that before sobering up. He gives Eddie a long look through the phone, and Eddie lets him.
"Are you sure you don't want to just call it quits here man? Gareth was pretty adamant that I'm not the kind of guy you usually go for. I don't want you to feel like you have to humor me out of kindness." There's a forced flippancy to Steve's words that Eddie knows well from his own Munson Coping Strategies Handbook. Steve is trying to give him an out, but Eddie can tell that he doesn't want to.
For the first time since this all started, Eddie is well and truly mad. Gareth and Jeff had absolutely no business poking around in his love life in the first place, but now they've reached out to the guy Eddie already told them he liked to what? Tell him never mind actually, we don't think you're the right guy for our friend even though he told us very explicitly how into you he is.
Eddie lets all the frustration, anger, and tenuous hope building up in his chest fuel his reply. This one has to count, he can feel it. It's a charisma saving throw with the whole campaign on the line. He can't miss this one.
"Honestly Steve, if you asked me two days ago what I was looking for in a partner, I probably would have said I wanted to date another alternative metalhead or punk who likes playing DnD and getting high on the weekend." Eddie can see Steve's shoulders slump as his eyes dart away, but he pushes on, determined to make his point.
"But, I haven't had as good a time as we had last night in a really long time." Steve looks back up, eyes alight with the same tentative hope Eddie himself is channeling. "I think you're funny and interesting, and you have the absolute worst takes on ice cream flavors, and you're hot as hell. Like, seriously the hottest guy I've ever seen in real life."
Steve smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling.
Critical success.
"So, about that second date."
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ex!reader who loves the game and wants to support her team but hockey captain!rafe is on the ice. he thinks sheâs there for him but when she comes in with a date? and when they get put on the kiss cam? rafe slams into the glass to scare them? hate sex????
someone who lets you break them twice - hockey!toxic!rafe x ex!reader (+18)
warnings: veryyy long and 99% smutđââïž the things i do for you...
The cold air inside the rink always made your skin tingle. Your breath curled in front of you like smoke as you moved uncomfortably on the bleachers, pulling your jacket tighter around you. This is why you hated fall. It was too cold to be outside, too early to be winter. But tonight wasnât about the weatherâit was about hockey.
Hockey and, well, the fact that you hadnât missed a game since⊠well, since Rafe and you broke up.
âEverything okay?â The voice beside you pulled you back to reality.
Elijah, the guy youâd been seeing for the past couple of weeks, smiled at you, oblivious to the bullshit taking over your mind, and you gave him your best smile back.
âYeah, just cold,â you said, trying to focus. You werenât here for Rafe, not anymore. You loved hockey. You loved watching the boys skate across the ice, their power and grace.
Or at least that was what you kept telling yourself.
Elijah wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him, and you leaned in, feeling his warmth. The game was just about to start, and the arena lights dimmed slightly, casting shadows over the rink. The roar of the crowd drowned your thoughts for a moment as the players took the ice.
And then, as if the universe was personally trying to screw with you, you saw him.
Rafe.
Of course, he looked good.
God, why did he always have to look so fucking good? His broad shoulders filling out his number 17 jersey, that stupid confident smirk as he skated out with the rest of the team. His dark blonde hair peeked out from under his helmet He was captain this year, and it made senseâheâd been working his ass off sinceâŠever. You couldnât think of anyone more deserving than him.Â
He always had to be in charge, on and off the ice.
He still had that same cocky swagger that made you wanna scream⊠for entirely different reasons now.
You knew better than to be here, yet somehow you ended up courtside anyway. Probably because youâd never let him run you out of your favorite game. Not even if he was captain now. This was your team, the one youâd been coming to see since before Rafe even knew what a slapshot was.
You sank further into Elijahâs side, forcing your eyes away from your ex. But it wasnât until you caught the dark blue of the jersey you were wearing in the corner of your eye that you realized⊠Youâd put on Rafeâs jersey.Â
His number. The one youâd always worn to support him when you were together. Out of all the team merch you owned, of course you had to wear his.
âYou really like hockey a lot, huh?â Elijah asked, glancing down at your jersey.
âYeah,â You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. âIâve been following the team for a while.â
Lies. You loved hockey, sure. But you loved Rafe a little more. Or, you used to. Or, well, maybe that was still complicated.
The puck dropped, and the game started. For a while, you tried to focus on the action. Rafe was all over the ice, playing like the goddamn superstar he thought he was. You couldnât help but notice how his gaze kept darting up toward the stands, like he knew you were there. And maybe he did
Halfway through the second period, he slammed into an opposing player, sending him crashing into the boards. The sound echoed through the arena, and the crowd went wild, but you could feel your stomach knotting up. That had always been Rafeâintense, aggressive, unable to hold back. On the ice or off.
You tried to focus on Elijah, laughing at something he was saying, but your heart wasnât in it. And then, just when you thought youâd survived the worst of it, the kiss cam flashed up on the big screen. Your laughter died in your throat as you realized what was happening, your face heating up instantly. You werenât exactly embarrassed, but this was... awkward.Â
âAw, how cute,â He said, grinning as he pointed to the screen.
You followed his gaze, heart dropping. They were zooming in on the two of you. You could feel the crowd around you start to cheer and whistle as Elijah leaned in closer, clearly getting ready to kiss you.
You could see him coming toward you, could see his lips getting closer, but all you could think about wasâ
Bang!
In the span of a second, a body slammed into the boards right in front you, the sound so loud it made you jump. The entire section gasped, and you turned your head just in time to see Rafe standing there, glaring up at you from behind the glass. His eyes were locked on you, jaw clenched.
He looked like he was ready to tear Elijah apart, or you, or both of you. His chest was heaving, eyes blazing, standing mere inches away from where you sat. He had skated right into the glass.
Your heart was practically in your throat, and it wasn't from Elijah being close. The look on Rafeâs face as he stood on the other side of the glass?
That was what had your pulse racing. You could barely focus on Elijah anymore. The way he laughed, oblivious, made your stomach churn because RafeâRafeâwas staring like he owned you. He always had this way of making you feel like no matter what, no matter who else was around, you were his.Â
And you hated that you still kind of liked it.
Then, still staring at you, he mouthed the words, "I dare you."
Why couldnât he just leave you alone?
Those stupid words. Silently mouthed, but somehow loud enough to hit you like a punch through the glass. I dare you. God, what was wrong with him? He knew exactly how to push your buttons. And of course, it was working. He wasnât just playing hockeyâhe was playing with you.
You could feel Elijah shifting next to you, still oblivious to the whole freaking drama unfolding right in front of him.
He was so sweet, too sweet, and it was almost infuriating right now because Rafe was standing there, with his stupid intense eyes, all but daring you to move on. Why did he have to look at you like thatâlike he knew you were still his.
The breakup had been brutal, the kind of messy, loud explosion where neither of you were willing to be the first to walk away. You were both too stubborn, too prideful. And now here you were, months later, still dealing with the fallout.Â
Elijah finally leaned in, lips brushing yours, and you kissed him, but your heart wasnât in it. All you could feel was Rafeâs stare burning into you. The kiss cam lingered for a few seconds, and the crowd cheered, but all you felt was... empty.
When the kiss ended, you forced a smile at Elijah, but your mind was a mess. Rafeâs eyes were still on you, and you could practically feel anger radiating off him, even through the thick glass.
You glanced down, avoiding his gaze, and tugged at the hem of his old jersey, suddenly feeling like you didnât belong in it anymore. You leaned into Elijah, mostly out of spite at this point. You could practically hear Rafeâs teeth grinding from across the glass. Good. If he thought he could just walk around, acting like he owned the placeâand youâthen he deserved to stew in it a little.
But, of course, he wasnât the kind of guy to just let something like that go. You watched as he skated back into play, but his eyes kept flicking up to where you sat, like he couldnât stop checking to make sure you were still there. Still with Elijah. His shoulders were tense, movements a little too aggressive, like he was about to snap.
You tried to focus on the game again, but your mind kept drifting back to him. You hated this. You hated that he could still make you feel this way, even now, after everything.
After the fights, after the breakup, after swearing you were over him. Why was it so hard to let him go?
The third period started, and Rafe was everywhere, throwing his weight around like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. Every hit was harder, every pass sharper. It was like he was playing angry. And you couldnât help but feel a little satisfied, knowing youâd gotten under his skin.
But then, with less than five minutes left in the game, things escalated. He slammed into one of the opposing players so hard that the guy went down, and the whistle blew immediately. The crowd was roaring, but Rafe didnât back off. He stood over the guy, glaring down at him like he was ready to throw a punch.
"Jesus," Elijah muttered beside you. "What the hellâs his problem?"
You didnât answer. You knew exactly what his problem was.
The ref skated over, shouting something at Rafe, but his eyes werenât on the ref. They were still on you, even as the other guy on the ice slowly got back to his feet. The arena was buzzing, the crowd getting rowdy, and for a second, you thought Rafe was going to lose it right there. His fists clenched, jaw setâhe looked like he was ready to drop gloves and start swinging.
And then he smirked.
It was that same cocky smirk you knew so well, the one he always flashed right before doing something reckless. The ref sent him to the penalty box, and he skated off, still with that fucking look plastered on his face. Your heart was racing, your body tense. Elijah had leaned back in his seat, totally unaware about everything.
âMan, that guyâs intense,â Elijah said, shaking his head, eyes still on the ice.
You didnât answer. Intense didnât even begin to cover it.
Rafe was sitting in the penalty box now, helmet off, running a hand through his hair like he didnât just about murder a guy on the ice. You could feel his eyes on you, even from all the way across the rink. You hated it. You hated that he could still get to you like this.
The last few minutes of the game passed in an instant. You werenât really paying attention anymore, not to the score, not to the plays. You were too busy trying not to think about Rafe, about the way he had looked at you. About the way it had made you feel.
When the final buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted in cheers. Elijah stood up, stretching, turning to you with a smile.
âReady to head out?â he asked.
You nodded, forcing a smile. âYeah, letâs go.â
As you made your way toward the exit, weaving through the crowd, you could feel the tension building in your chest. It wasnât over. It never really was with Rafe.
And you knewâsomehowâyou werenât getting out of here without seeing him again.
You reached the bottom of the stands, where a crowd had gathered near the exit. Elijah was still chatting about the game, still clueless. But you were distracted, scanning the crowd without even realizing it.
And then you saw him. Of course, you did.
Rafe was leaning against the wall, still in his gear, helmet tucked under his arm. His eyes locked on yours the second you stepped into his line of sight. He didnât even pretend to care about the people around himâhis gaze was dark, intense, like a predator waiting for its moment.
You hated how your heart skipped.
Elijah noticed you freeze and followed your gaze, his smile faltering when he saw Rafe standing there.
"Isnât that the captain guy?" he asked, glancing between you and Rafe, confused.
You swallowed hard, forcing your feet to keep moving. âYeah. Thatâs him.â
As you passed by, Rafe pushed off the wall, stepping right into your path. Elijah, sweet, unsuspecting Elijah, paused beside you.
"Leaving already?" Rafeâs voice was low, casual, but his eyes were locked on yours, ignoring Elijah completely. "Didnât even stick around to congratulate the team?"
You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your cool. "Itâs late, Rafe. Weâre heading out."
But he wasnât letting you off that easy. He took a step closer, his towering frame making Elijah shift uncomfortably. "You didnât used to leave so soon," he said, voice dripping with that familiar cockiness. "Used to be the last one out."
Because youâd always let him fuck you in the locker room.
Elijah cleared his throat, trying to stand his ground. "Uh, yeah, weâve got plans after this."
Rafeâs eyes flicked to him for the briefest second, before landing back on you.
"Plans, huh?"
Your pulse was hammering, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Why did he always have to do thisâwhy couldnât he just let you go?
âRafe, weâre done,â you said through gritted teeth, trying to hold on to the last shred of your composure. âYou donât get to pull this shit anymore.â
He glanced at Elijah briefly, his gaze cold and dismissive, then back at you. âYou sure about that?â he asked, âBecause it doesnât look like it.â
You clenched your fists, nails biting into your palms as you tried to calm yourself. You didnât need this right now. Not with Elijah here. Not after everything.
âLetâs go Elijah,â you said, tugging at Elijahâs arm, desperate to get out of there before things escalated. But Rafe wasnât having it.
He stepped in front of you again, blocking your path like he had some kind of claim on you. And God, the worst part wasâyou werenât sure he was wrong.
You glanced at Elijah, who was staring at the two of you like he had walked into the middle of a conversation he couldnât quite follow. âLook, dude,â he started, awkwardly laughing, âI donât know what this is, butââ
âItâs nothing,â you cut him off quickly, your voice tight. âLetâs just go.â
But Rafe wasnât about to let it go.Â
âYeah, Elijah,â His voice dripped with sarcasm. âItâs nothing.â His eyes flicked to you, dark and daring, and before you could stop yourself, you met his gaze with the same fire.
Elijahâs phone buzzed, and he pulled it out, frowning.
âShit,â he muttered, distracted. âIâve gotta take this call real quick. Give me a sec?â He stepped away, leaving you and Rafe standing there in the middle of the hallway, your body practically vibrating.
He was on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the locker room door.Â
âRafe, what the fuckââ you hissed, but he wasnât letting go.
You tried to resist, but something inside you broke downâthe anger, the unresolved pull between you two. And maybe it was the way he still had that stupid hold on you, the way your body responded when you shouldnât want it to.
Or maybe it was the fact that youâd never fully closed the door on Rafe.
He shoved the door open, pulling you inside the dimly lit hallway that led to the locker room. The second the door closed, you spun around, shoving him in the chest hard.Â
âYouâre such a fucking asshole, you know that?â
Rafe barely flinched, his gaze smoldering as he crowded you against the wall.Â
âYeah? You didnât seem to think so when you were wearing my jersey tonight.â
âThat was an accident.â
âBullshit,â he growled, leaning in closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body. âYou knew exactly what you were doing. Bringing a date with you. Do you want me to kill someone?"
Your heart was pounding, and not just because Rafe had you pinned against the wall like he always fucking didâ God, why did he have to be so damn close? The scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat from the game, sending your mind spiraling. He was overwhelming, and you hated it. You hated him for still making you feel like this.
âGet off me,â you snapped, but it came out weaker than you intended. The way his blue eyes were boring into yours, like he could see through all your bullshit, wasnât helping.
Rafeâs smirk didnât falter. If anything, it grew.
âCâmon, baby, donât act like this wasnât what you wanted. You show up, wearinâ my number, sitting there with some random guy like I donât still own you.âÂ
He stepped closer, caging you in completely. You pressed your hands against his chest, but it wasnât like you were really pushing him away. And he knew it.
âYou donât own shit,â you spat, glaring up at him. But even as the words left your mouth, you knew you didnât believe them. The truth was, part of you had always been his.
Rafeâs lips curved into a smug grin as if he could read every thought running through your head.
âReally? âCause from where Iâm standinâ, youâve been thinkinâ about me all night.â His breath was hot on your skin, and you hated how much you wanted to close the distance between you.
Your jaw clenched as you tried to muster the strength to tell him to fuck off, to leave you alone, but he was right. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, he was still in your head, under your skin. The way his body hovered over yoursâit was like nothing had changed. Like you hadnât spent the last few months trying to forget him.
His hand found your hip, fingers pressing into your skin through your jeans, and you felt your body betray you. You cursed yourself silently as heat pooled low in your stomach. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction, didnât want him to know how much power he still had. But damn it, he knew. He always fucking knew.
âI hate you,â you muttered. It was a weak defense, and you both knew it.
Rafe leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. âYeah?â His voice was a low rasp that made your knees weak. âFunny, you never sound like you hate me when youâre under me.â
Your breath hitched, and you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened.
âDonâtââ
But he was already kissing you, hard and rough like he owned you, like you were his and his alone.
And the worst part? You kissed him back. His hands were on you, grabbing at your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You wanted to shove him away, to slap that stupid look off his faceâbut your body had other plans.Â
This was so wrong, on so many levels.Â
You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but Rafe didnât back off. He was staring down at you like you were his next meal, like heâd been starving without you.
âThis doesnât mean anything,â you bit out, trying to cling to some sense of control.
Rafeâs grin widened, wicked and knowing. He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours. âWe both know that's a lie.â
You clenched your fists, frustrated beyond belief. Frustrated at him, at yourself, at how easy it was for him to pull you right back in.
âFuck you,â you hissed, but the breathless tone in your voice told a different story.
Rafeâs eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly sexy way he always did.
âOh, you will.â
And God help youâyou knew he was right. That fucking arrogance. It crawled under your skin, set your blood on fire in ways it shouldnât.
You wanted to punch him, shove him, do something to wipe that smug expression off his face. But instead, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him back toward you, kissing him with all the fury you felt.
His lips crushed against yours, and it wasnât gentleâthere was nothing soft or sweet about this. It was all heat and frustration, months of unresolved anger bursting out in one chaotic, messy kiss.
His tongue slipped past your lips, and you bit down, hard, just to remind him you werenât going to make this easy. He groaned, low and rough, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark. "You always did like it rough."
Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you yanked him down, kissing him like you needed to get all of this out of your system. His hands roamed your body, possessive, rough, and you hated how much you craved him, like you were still his.
You werenât his. You couldnât be.
But every heated breath you took, every desperate movement your body made, was telling you otherwise.
When his lips moved down your neck, teeth grazing your skin, you gasped, tilting your head back as your resolve crumbled to pieces. He knew exactly what to do, how to make you fall apart, and it pissed you off that he still had that power.
His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease, pressing you harder against the wall. Your breath hitched, the cold tile behind you making you gasp. His mouth was on you, hot and demanding, and for a moment, it was like nothing else mattered.
Not Elijah, not the fact that this was so damn wrong, not the months of hurt and anger youâd been holding onto.
There was only Rafe. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you like he was trying to stake his claim all over again. Like you hadnât been apart at all.
"Tell me you donât want this," Rafe muttered against your lips.
You bit down on your lip, trying to stop the words from spilling out. You did want this. You hated that you did, but fuck, you couldnât lieânot to him, not to yourself.
âIââ You choked on the words, eyes meeting his, and for a split second, you thought maybe youâd find some kind of resolve, some way to pull yourself back from him.
But he wasnât having it. His grip tightened, his mouth capturing yours again in a kiss so raw, it was borderline filthy. And that was it. Your last piece of control vanished, and you were lost in him all over again.
âFuck,â you gasped, head spinning as his hands explored your body like he had every right to. Like you hadnât spent months trying to break free of him.
Rafe pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, breathless and flushed. âYeah, baby. That's what I thought."
His hands gripped your ass hard enough to leave bruises, you let out a frustrated, muffled groan, your fingers still tangled in his hair. It was a lot longer than the last time youâd seen him.
You could feel every inch of his muscle through the thin fabric of your shirt. It was suffocating in the best way, and you hated yourself for how much you wanted it.
How much you wanted him.
âYouâre such an ass,â you gasped between kisses, your breath hitching when his mouth moved down to your neck. You felt him grin against your skin, the bastard.
âYou say that like itâs supposed to stop you.â His voice was rough, low in your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine. âBut I donât think it is.â
You were about to fire back, but his hands slid under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, and whatever you were going to say was swallowed by the heat rushing through you. You hated that he still knew exactly how to get to youâhow to pull you apart and leave you helpless against him.
âRafe, thisââ Your words were cut off when he bit down gently on your collarbone, sending a shockwave through your body. You clutched at his shirt.
âThis what?â he taunted, pulling back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes intense. âThis a mistake? Because I donât think thatâs what your bodyâs saying.â
You just glared up at him, trying to catch your breath. You hated that he was right. Again.
Always.
âI told you,â you managed to say, though your voice was shaky, âthis doesnât mean anything.â
Rafeâs grip on you tightened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, âYouâre still here, arenât you?â
Your heart was racing, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. There was no denying itâyou were here, and you werenât leaving. Not yet.
Maybe not for a while.
And Rafe knew it.
His hands moved lower, fingers grazing the waistband of your jeans, and your breath hitched. This was dangerous territory. You knew that.Â
âLast chance,â he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. âYou want me to stop?â
You shouldâve said yes. You shouldâve shoved him away and walked out of there with what little dignity you had left. But instead, you kissed him againâharder this time, angrier, like you needed to prove something to yourself. And maybe you did.
He yanked your shirt over your head in one rough motion, and you werenât gentle either, tugging at his jersey until it was off and tossed aside. His hands were everywhereâon your back, in your hair, slipping under the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down with the same reckless urgency youâd been feeling since you laid eyes on him tonight.
âI hate you,â you whispered as your nails dragged down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake.
Rafe just laughed, âNo, you donât,â he growled, his hands grabbing your hips as he settled you onto one of the locker room benches. âBut keep telling yourself that.â
Your jeans hit the floor, and he wasted no time, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs, pressing you down on the bench, his body heavy against yours.
Everything was messy, and rushed, like neither of you could get enough. Like you were trying to erase the months of distance, of frustration, in the way you kissed him back, bit his lip, tugged at his hair.
 You hated how much you needed this.Â
âStill think this doesnât mean anything?â Rafe rasped, his voice hoarse as he pressed his forehead against yours, breathless and wild.
You could barely think, let alone speak, but somehow, you managed to gasp out, âPositive.â
Rafeâs mouth moved down your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks you knew would still be there tomorrow. âYouâre such a fucking liar.â
It was wrong, it was toxic, but fuckâthere was something about the way he touched you. And body, traitorous and weak, responded like it always had.
You were furious with yourself, with him, with everything, but the anger only made it all hotter, more intense.
His fingers brushed against the seam of your panties, teasing, barely touching you, but doing enough to have you drenched.Â
âYouâre soaked,â he murmured, almost amused, slipping one finger under the fabric to run along your folds, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, "Was this all for Elijah?"
Sonofabitch.
âStop talking,â you spat, but your voice was shaky, showing him the way you were falling apart under his touch. Rafe chuckled low in his throat, his finger moving back, this time slipping inside you, deep and slow.
You gasped, your head falling back as he began moving his finger, curling it inside you in just the right way. Your body responded immediately, hips jerking against him, desperate for more, but he took his time. He added another finger, stretching you out as his thumb rubbed slow circles over your clit, making your legs tremble beneath him.
He sped up, his fingers thrusting deeper, faster, hitting that spot inside you that made your mind go blank. âYouâve been wanting this, havenât you? All those nights pretending you donât think about me, but look at you now.â
Your nails dug into his shoulders, legs shaking as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, his fingers driving you closer and closer to the orgasm you so desperately needed.
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you. âTell me how bad you need this.â
âRafeââ you gasped, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. The tension inside you was coiled so tightly, so close to snapping. You hated him, hated yourself, but the words slipped out anyway. âI need it.â
He groaned, pleased, and that was all it took. He thrust his fingers harder, faster, until your body gave in completely. You hadnât had a proper orgasm in months. Nothing could get you off properly. Your walls clenched around his fingers the pleasure tore through you. You cried out, your nails leaving half-moon marks in his skin as you trembled beneath him, lost in the sensation.
But he didnât stop. He slowed down just enough to draw out every last bit of pleasure, his fingers still moving inside you as you rode out the aftershocks. When you finally caught your breath, he pulled his fingers out, his hand moving to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
He shoved his pants down, not bothering to take them off completely, just enough to free himself. Your breath hitched when you felt him against youâhard, hot, and readyâand every rational thought you had left disappeared in that moment. He lined himself up, teasing you just enough to drive you crazy.
Before you could respond, he pushed into you in one hard, deliberate thrust. Your gasp turned into a low, breathless moan as your back arched, your hands gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to. The sensation of him stretching you, filling you, was overwhelming, almost too much, but exactly what you needed.
Rafe didnât give you time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into you again, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless, gasping for air.Â
There was nothing gentle about it, nothing tender.
His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you like he was trying to remind you who you belonged to.
And you hated how good it felt.
âYouâre mine,â Rafe growled, his voice rough as he thrust into you, each movement deep and brutal.âDoesnât matter who youâre with, doesnât matter how much you try to deny itâyouâll always come back to me.â
âShut up,â you hissed, but your body was betraying you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.Â
He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âTell me you havenât been thinking about this every night since we ended.â
You couldnât.
The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, but instead, a moan escaped your lips as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your body arched against his, and you cursed yourself for being so weak.
âFuck,â you gasped, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built, every nerve in your body on fire.
âThatâs what I thought,â Rafe growled, his pace quickening, the force of his thrusts making the bench creak beneath you.
The sound of the bench, the way his body pressed into yours so perfectly, the heat of his breath against your neckâit all made it impossible to think straight. You should have been disgusted with yourself for letting it get this far, for letting him have this kind of control over you.Â
âI fucking hate you,â you managed to gasp out between breaths.
Rafe chuckled, âYeah? Then why do you sound like that, huh?â His voice was taunting, filled with the arrogance you hated, âThis pussy still mine, huh?â
You loved the way he grabbed you like you were his, even though youâd sworn, sworn, you were done with him.
You were still in love, werenât you? Even after all the shit, all the screaming matches, the nights spent crying because of him. That was the part that pissed you off the most.
Before you knew, his hands were flipping you over so fast your knees hit the bench before you could react.
âRafeâmmh,â you gasped, but your words died in your throat when he shoved you forward, pressing your chest flat against the cold wood of the bench. You barely had a second to brace yourself before his hands were gripping your ass, spreading you open for him.
He didnât give you time to catch your breath. He was already dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, teasing, knowing how much you wanted it, even if you wouldnât say it.
You squirmed, hating how desperate you felt, hating how your body responded to him like this. âFuck, Rafe, stop teasingââ
âYou want more?â he cut you off, voice dark and dripping with arrogance. He slapped your ass, just enough to sting, and you yelped, your back arching instinctively. âYouâre gonna have to beg for it.â
"Like hell," you spat back.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth right by your ear.
 âYou can act tough all you want, but I know how much you want this,â he gritted out, his cock sliding against your folds again, torturously slow. âI know how much you need it.â
Before you could snap back, he thrust into you hard, filling you completely in one brutal stroke. You cried out, hands gripping the edges of the bench, and Rafe didnât even give you a second to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, faster this time, deeper.
The angle had you seeing stars. The bench was narrow, forcing your legs closer together, making everything tighter, more intense. You couldnât stop the way your body responded to him, hips moving back to meet his thrusts even though your mind was screaming at you to get a grip.
His hands gripped the fat of your ass, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing.
âGod, you feel so fucking good,â Rafe groaned, his voice low and rough as he thrust into you, each movement hitting that perfect spot inside you, making your legs tremble. âSo fucking tight for me.â
He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had you on the edge in seconds. You couldnât stop the moan that ripped from your throat, your hips bucking wildly against him as the pleasure built, higher and higher until you felt like you might break apart.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â He rasped, his voice thick with lust. âI can feel it. Fuck.â
You tried to hold on, tried to keep some control, but it was useless. He knew exactly how to break you.
âIâm gonna come,â you gasped, your voice barely more than a whimper as you felt the pleasure rising fast, threatening to consume you.
âDo it,â Rafe growled, his fingers rubbing harder, faster. âCome for me, baby.â
And you did.
Your orgasm crashed over you so hard your vision blurred, your body shaking as the pleasure tore through you. You cried out, your walls clenching around him, and Rafe groaned, his grip on you tightening as he fucked you through it, relentless, brutal, until your entire body was trembling.
But he wasnât done.
He pulled out suddenly, and before you could catch your breath, he yanked you up, turning you around. You barely had time to register what was happening before he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the cold locker. His cock was back inside you in seconds, filling you again, and you moaned, the new angle sending jolts of pleasure through your already overstimulated pussy.
He pounded into you, his grip on your ass bruising, and you clung to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the lockers. The sound of metal creaking under the force of his thrusts only made it hotter, more desperate. You could feel another orgasm building, and you hated him for itâhated how easily he could pull them from you.Â
âYouâre mine,â he growled, his voice rough as he buried his face in your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. âYouâll always be mine.â
And you hated that some twisted part of you wanted it to be true.
Your legs tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer, deeper, as if you couldnât get enough of him.
And God, you couldnât.
His grip on your ass was rough, bruising, but it only made you moan louder. You were on the verge againâyour body still tingling from the last orgasm, but the way he moved inside you, the way his teeth grazed your neck, it had you spiraling toward another one, faster than you thought possible.
âLook at you,â Rafe groaned, lifting his head just enough to lock eyes with you. His pupils were blown wide with lust, a wild look on his face that sent a thrill down your spine. âFuck, you love this, donât you?â
You did. Because no matter how much you hated him, how much you wanted to hate himâthere was a part of you that still belonged to him. A part of you that couldnât walk away.
His lips were everywhereâon your neck, your collarbone, your jawâand you couldnât stop the sounds escaping your throat as he kept driving into you.
âSay it,â he growled, âSay youâre mine.â
You bit down on your lip, trying to hold it in, trying to fight back, but every nerve in your body was betraying you. The way his body fit against yours, the way he moved inside you, it was all too much. You were coming again, and you hated it.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and wild. âSay it.â
You wanted to spit in his face. But your body was telling a different story, hips bucking against him, legs tightening around his waist again.
âR-Rafe,â you whimpered, hating how weak you sounded, how desperate.
His smirk was infuriating, but fuck, it was hot.
âThatâs what I thought,â he murmured, his pace quickening, each thrust deeper than the last. âYouâre mine. Always have been.â
And then he slammed into you one last time, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and the orgasm tore through you, leaving you gasping and trembling in his arms. You cried out, head thrown back against the lockers as your body shook with the force of it, your nails raking down his back.
Rafe groaned, his grip on you tightening as he rode out your orgasm, his movements growing sloppier, more erratic. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
âFuck, baby,â he moaned, his hips jerking against yours as he finally let go, his release hitting hard. You felt the warmth of him spill inside you, as he held you against him, buried deep.
The second his breathing slowed and his grip on you loosened, reality came crashing back in.Â
What the fuck had you done?
You pushed at his chest, trying to put some space between you, but he wasnât letting go that easily. His arms stayed wrapped around you, his body pressed against yours like he still had something to prove.
âGet off,â you muttered, your voice weak, but sharper than before.
He chuckled, that low, arrogant sound that drove you crazy. âThatâs not what you were saying five minutes ago.â
You shot him a glare, shoving at his chest again, harder this time. âIâm serious, Rafe. Move.â
Reluctantly, he let go, stepping back just enough for you to slide off the locker and onto shaky legs. You stumbled a bit, and Rafeâs hand shot out to steady you, but you jerked away from him, pulling your jeans back up with shaky hands.
He leaned against the locker, smirking like he hadnât just torn your world apart all over again. âYouâre welcome, by the way.â
You wanted to scream at him, to throw something at his face. But instead, you grabbed your shirt off the floor, yanking it over your head as you tried to steady your breath.
âGood luck finding your date.â
Elijah. Youâd come to the game with Elijah.
You shook your head as you zipped up your jeans and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. You avoided looking at him, knowing that if you did, youâd see the smug satisfaction on his face that would only make you feel worse.
He pushed himself off the locker and took a step closer to you. You flinched, stepping back instinctively. âThis canât happen again.â
His smirk slipped for a moment as he looked at you. H e closed the distance between you in two strides, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you toward him before you could react, âYouâre choosing him?â
You yanked your wrist out of his grip, your heart racing as you forced yourself to take a step back, putting distance between the two of you, âYouâre the one who chose yourself.â
His eyes darkened, searching your face, like he couldnât believe what youâd just said. Maybe he thought he still had you wrapped around his finger.
âYouâre the one who walked away,â you added, hating how your voice trembled, âSo donât act like I owe you anything.â
Rafeâs hand hovered like he was about to reach for you again, but he didnât. âThatâs not how I remember it.âÂ
Your stomach twisted, âIâm not doing this anymore. I canâtââ You glanced at the door, feeling the weight of Elijah waiting for you. The one person who was good for you, who actually wanted to be with you.
But the worst part? You were still thinking about Rafe. Even after everything, you were still here, breathless, a mess because of him.
He took a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, and for a second, you thought he might apologize. Maybe say something real. But Rafe Cameron didnât do apologies.Â
He raised an eyebrow, âReally?â His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair out of your face in a gesture that was far too intimate, given everything that had just happened. âThen why are you still standing here?â
You flinched, stepping back. Why were you still standing there? You had no good answer, at least not one you were ready to admit.
âGo back to your date,â Rafe continued, his voice mocking now, âPretend like heâs enough for you.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the tears at bay. You couldnât give him that satisfaction, not again. âYouâre wrong.â
Rafe let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. âI donât think I am.â
You squeezed your eyes shut, throat tight, trying to push back the tears. This was all wrong. It was always wrong with Rafe, âStop.â
It sounded like a pleaâa plea for him to stop talking, stop looking at you like that, stop making you feel so small and yet so overwhelmed all at once.
Rafe sighed, stepping back just a fraction, and for a second, his gaze lifted. But it wasnât enough. It never was. âIâm not trying to hurt you,â he said, his voice softer now, like that made a difference.
âYou always do,â you shot back, finally meeting his eyes. The truth slipped out before you could stop it, and there it was.
His jaw clenched, "I donât mean to," he muttered, his voice low. "You know that."
"Does it even matter?" You felt the bitterness rise in your throat, along with something elseâsomething fragile and painful. "You still do it. Whether you mean to or not."
Rafe stayed quiet, and you hated that silence. He didnât have an answer. He never did, not for this. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper of your jacket, something to keep your hands busy so you wouldnât look at him, wouldnât say something youâd regret. But regret was already everywhere, suffocating you both.
âI thought we were past this,â you said finally, barely more than a whisper. âI thought I was past this.â But clearly, you werenât. Clearly, some part of you was still here, with him, in the wreckage youâd both created.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated, torn. âItâs not that simple.â
"It should be." Your voice cracked. You hated how much this hurt. How much he could still hurt you.
It wasnât fair. You werenât supposed to still care this much. You werenât supposed to still feel this.
Rafe sighed, taking another step back, giving you space. But it wasnât the kind of space you wanted. It wasnât the kind that would make things easier. âI donât know what you want from me,â he admitted quietly, his eyes searching yours for something he couldnât find.
You swallowed, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. "I donât want anything from you."Â
That was the truth, or at least it was supposed to be. You didnât want anything he had to offer, not anymore. Not when every time you reached for it, it slipped through your fingers like water, leaving you emptier than before.
But there was still that ache, that feeling between you two, the one that dragged you back here even when you knew better. You wished you could kill it, cut it out of you like some infected part, but it was tangled too deep. And maybe a small part of you didnât want to.
âYou keep saying that,â he murmured, his voice almost tender, like he was seeing right through you. âBut youâre still here.â
âI donât know why,â you whispered, blinking back tears. Fuck, you hated this. Hated how vulnerable you felt, how easily he could unravel you, even now. âI shouldnât be.â
He didnât say anything, just stood there, watching you, like he was waiting for you to make the next move. Like he wanted you to figure it out on your own.
But you didnât know how. You never did when it came to him.
"Iâm sorry," he said, and this time, it felt real. There was no arrogance. Just Rafe, standing there, as broken as you felt. "I donât know how to fix this."
You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. âThereâs nothing left to fix, Rafe. Weâve already destroyed it.â
His face twisted, like he didnât want to believe it. Like he was still holding onto some small piece of hope. "We couldâ"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "We canât."
You couldnât keep doing this. The push and pull, the endless cycle of hurt and apologies that never really fixed anything. You couldnât keep pretending that something would change, that he would change.
Because you both knew he wouldnât.
He took a breath, exhaling slowly, and you could see itâthe realization sinking in.Â
He knew it too. "I never wanted to lose you," he admitted quietly.
You swallowed hard, your chest tight. "You already did."
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What would happen if gojo has 2 babies? And they both start crying at the same time and poor gojo has to find a solution in this situation đ„Č his younger baby that is only months old starts crying which makes the older sibling that's 2 years older wake up and starts crying đ
little voice â gojo satoru x f!reader
youâre on a girlsâ vacation. itâs okay. itâs cool.
but it isnât.
throughout his entire life of fighting curses, emotional trauma, technique training, and unending migraines, he has never felt so much stress like he does right now.
his two kids are truly angels: full of kindness, compassion andâas expected of a child of gojo satoruâfull of mischief.
they also share the same amount of love he has for you and, of course, even more. so separate two kids who adore their mother and you get chaos.
satoru just found out that the one who keeps the balance in the house is you, and thinking back about it, it shouldâve been obvious because everyone in this house listens to you.
for example, one time when you were out on a simple visit to nanami to take some of the sweet bread he has, you had strictly told satoru to put the two kids to sleep at 8:30 exactly.
he thought itâs too early, but then you explained to him that s/n sleeping gave him time and freedom to look after your baby daughter who was, admittedly, a handful that would not sleep unless she was carried.
so satoru obediently listened, or at least he tried to.
a shameful failed trial at that.
in his defense, what was he supposed to do when s/n gave him puppy eyes asked for a mere 10 minutes more, say no? of course not!
so, like the great father he is, he gave him a couple more minutes, and nothing will make satoru regret his decision since to him his sonâs smile is worth the world.
âŠexcept maybe the chandelier that is now on the floor and his precious baby daughter who just took one the biggest poops he has known of and his son who is panicking about how to clean this mess before you come home.
and come home you did and to all this mess.
swiftly, you picked up your daughter and changed her diaper, even making her giggle and squeal in between.
then you hugged your son and cleaned up the shattered glass together and disposed of the chandelier. lastly, you stood in front of your husband with a big frown after youâve put the kids to sleep.
satoru could swear that he couldnât fall more in love with you. hell, he could even twirl you around and kiss you breathless, but he feels like that would just lead him to the couch.
so he works to butter you up first before trying anything, âhey my sweet cute honeypieââ
you simply quirk an eyebrow.
and he falls to his knees, âI am sorry! I just couldnât resist his puppy eyes! you shouldâve seen them; he looked so cute!â
âI saw them a million times before he was even born, âtoru.â
your husband gasps, âhow!?â
âour son is an exact copy of you, sweetie.â
so yeah that was one of too many times, and if it isnât apparent that you are the mediator then satoru wants to let the world know that even his students listen to you.
like that one time at school when the first years were caught up fighting with each other, the second years were trying to pull them apart, and satoru was too busy cackling at them while holding d/n that no one noticed pandaâs little tail beingâgod knows whyâon fire, not even panda himself.
that was until your precious son tugged at your husbandâs shirt and pointed at panda, saying a simple sentence (phrase), âpapa, panda fire.â
satoruâs eyes zero on panda then they widen, before he gapes, âoh shit, youâre right!â
âbad word!â
âsorry!â
however, despite satoru almost bolting to put out the fire, panda was finally able to smell it and hummed, âsomethingâs being cooked.â then he looked at his tail, âoh itâs me.â
hit the panic button.
âI am being cooked!â he screams and starts running around, âpanda meat doesnât taste good; I promise!â
the rest start running after him with the intention to help, but panda could only translate it into one thing as he screamed, âdonât eat me!!â
âno one is gonna eat you, dumbass!!â maki yelled but to no avail as no one could get to the panicked panda.
your husband is running as well, half taking photos and videos and half ensuring that d/n does not fall from his handsâconsidering how she keeps giggling, squealing, and wriggling her entire body.
ijichi took matters into his own hands and called the only person he knows will be able to solve this.
âhello?â
âpanda is on fire, the kids are running after him, and gojo is just recording!â he wails, eyes frantically following said people then straying to a particularly small person, âalso s/n is trying to eat the grass.â
âwhat?!â
and like lightning, youâre on the field. you lightly scold s/n and tell him to cover his ears.
you turn to the walking fire hazard and scream, âeveryone stop! and panda get over here!â
âyes maâam!â
he stands still in front of you, almost ignoring his âfieryâ tail. you effectively put it out and ruffle his fur until he calms down. the others take turns in greeting you and getting their daily dose of motherly hugs.
your son sprints to you and holds onto your leg, refusing to let go.
and they all make way for the star of the show: the all-mighty gojo satoru.
he beams, âwifey, yet again you save the day!â
he easily picks up s/n and pulls the four of you into one big hug. he rubs his cheek against yours, âhave I told you how much I love you?â
âI was gone for 3 minutes.â
âI havenât?!â he gasps, completely ignoring you, âI am a terrible husband!â
he sobs and starts slowly melting to the ground where he believes a âdisrespectful, good-for-nothing husband who doesnât tell his wife just how much he loves herâ.
anyway, back to the present. the kids have been miraculously put to sleepâa process that satoru does not have the time nor the energy to describe.
when he stops âreminiscing â, he starts paling at the fact that all of these were mere examples of things going wrong without you, and you were in the freaking area.
now, youâre not 10 steps away, and satoru is feeling very threatened.
he is sprawled out on the couch, eye bags ever so prominent. he sighs and lets his head fall back, grateful for the silence that fills the house, but he hates it at the same time.
satoru was never fond of silenceâthe type that feels so heavy on the heartâeven when he was a teenager. it gives space and time to think about all the things he is desperate to avoid.
he did eventually come to love silence but only the silence that accompanies the times he spends with you, but thatâs a story for another time though.
opening his eyes, he looks around and his gaze lands on your recent family photo. his smile is almost instantaneous.
if thereâs anything he will rub in suguruâs face when they meet is that he managed to score himself such a lovely wife and an adoring family, a real family. he mentally writes a plus one on the score chart between him and suguru then relaxes.
he would like to scurry to the bed where your scent still lingers, but his fatigue has simply chained him to the couchâhe is overreacting youâre only gone for three days.
so, he decides, itâs time to rest and hope for a dream where he gets to hold you and live with his longing until he can feel your lips against his skin again.
the great gojo satoru closes his eyes and welcomes his slumber.
that is until, his little sweetheart decides to breakout into a wail, effectively causing her dadâs eyes to snap open.
he jumps to his feet and sprints to her room, âd/n, whatâs wrong, honey?â
he softly cradles her in hisâgiganticâarms and starts rocking her slowly. âitâs okay; papaâs here,â he murmurs in hopes of calming down, but his daughter doesnât register his voice yet.
she can, however, feel his all too familiar chest against her cheek, so she grips at it tightly and continues crying.
satoruâs expression is full of distress, and his heart contracts painfully at how his daughterâs cries. then itâs almost like the entire world is against him right now because he also starts to hear small little sniffles from the door of the room.
your husband looks back to find his son dragging his teddy bear with him in one hand and in another, trying to wipe his tears as much as possible.
your husband quickly shifts d/n into one arm and leads s/n into him with the other. your son nuzzles into his dadâs chest and murmurs, âI want mama.â
almost like she understands the mention of you, she calms down a tiny bit and her hands start reaching for the airâreaching for you.
satoru slides down to the ground and pulls them both into his chest, and he starts rubbing s/nâs shoulder and kisses the top of his head and sighs, âme too, s/n, but, hey, we are strong and capable, so we have to hold on until she comes home, right?â
a little sniffle escapes s/n as he nods before saying a soft, âyeah.â
satoru smiles and ruffles his hair, âthatâs my champ.â
s/n lets out a little smile and snuggles into his dadâs embrace.
so satoru shifts his attention to the sniffling baby in his arm, he frowns, ânow what are we going to do with you, little missy?â
your son purses his lips for a moment, before placing the teddy bear in his hands into his little sisterâs tiny arms. curiosity takes over for a moment, and she starts exploring the new item.
then s/n presses on the teddy bearâs chest and it plays a little voice message from you:
âhey sweetie! mama loves you, so donât worry about those nightmares! I am always here.â
your daughterâs eyes shine and she hugs the teddy as much as possible and utters a small, âma!â
satoru blinks owlishly then looks at s/n with smile, âso you had that all along?â
s/n nods slowly and holds into his father tighter, obviously getting tired and getting ready to sleep. satoru would love to say the same about his other angel butâoh she fell asleep.
looks like all it took was a little listen to your voice.
he will probably make you record a thousand voice messages when you come back and make you get him his own special build-a-bear as well cause what the hell? what about your husband?
he shakes the thought away, realizing that he can finally fall asleep, albeit on the floor.
with no blanket.
no pillow.
not even his favorite cushion.
but he wasnât raised to be ungrateful, so he will take what he can get. he will simply make up for lost sleep when youâre back. it will feel better that way in any case.
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