#I guess I was expecting more of a 5 Seconds Before Falling in Love With a Witch situation

[windowsloth]

i don’t want to be negative but when people kept recommending I read I’m In Love with the Villainess, I had kinda assumed she’d be more of an actual villain…?

[hellsenthero]

Kinktober Day 5: Overstimulation

Moon Knight System X Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

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You smile up at your sweet, sweet boyfriend. His brown eyes wide with adoration. Just looking up at his little dopey smile, you know that it's Steven that's fronting.

"Enjoy your nap, love?"

"Yeah," you answer as you nuzzle your face into his palm. He's leaning over you, one hand propping himself up while the other gently cups your face.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now." Steven admits.

"Oh?" Steven nods, his dark hair falling in front of his face. "You have something planned?" You ask.

Steven shrugs a shoulder before leaning down and kissing you softly. "Not really, just miss your company."

"You were napping with me, Steven." You laugh out.

"Yeah, but I want more." You don't need to ask what more means. You can tell by the way Steven trails his lips down your neck, mouthing at your pulse point.

"Is someone feeling a little needy?" You tease.

"No." Steven says.

"Oh, so I guess I can get on with my day then?" You ask as you push Steven away from your neck. You nearly coo at the little whine he let's out.

"Yes," Steven admits quickly. He's always quick to fold. "I'm needy. Been missing you."

"Baby," you coo. "That's all you had to say."

No more words are spoken for a while as Steven trails his hands up your shirt. Skimming his fingers up your naked torso. He nips and sucks at your neck like a child with their pacifier. Your own hands run up his naked back, trailing through the ends of his hair and lightly pulling. You're quick to capture the moan Steven let's out with your mouth.

"Bloody hell," Steven breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. His hands make their way to your underwear, having taken your pants off before getting into bed earlier for your nap."I need you, darling."

"You got me, baby." You tell him as you shimmy out of your underwear. They're damp with your arousal and Steven is quick to toss them off the bed along with his own.

"Just wanna be in you, love." Steven admits.

"Go for it." You tell him, but he's quick to shake his head.

"No, love. Gotta prep you, yeah."

"Steven," you whine as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Been waiting for this for a while." Steven tells you as he thrusts his finger inside of you. He adds a second finger when you start to tilt your hips down towards his hand. "Now you gotta wait just a bit, love."

"Steven," you warn. Wanting nothing more than his cock in you right now.

"Almost there, love."

After adding a third finger and thoroughly teasing you, Steven slips his fingers out of you and lines his cock up at your entrance. He's slow to push in, much unlike his alters, Steven likes to take his time entering you.

"Oh God," You moan.

"Not God, love, just me." Steven says rather cheekily.

You laugh as you move to meet his thrust. "I need you to pick up the pace."

"You got it love." Steve says and true to his word, his next thrust comes faster and harder than the last. "Like that?"

"Yes," You hiss in pleasure as Steven continues to fuck you. When it comes to sex, hard and fast isn't typically Steven's style. But he likes anything that brings you pleasure and today that's this. "So good, Stevie."

"Oh love," Steven coos. "Feel so good wrapped around me. Gonna make me come."

"Do it." You order.

"Not without you. Gotta make you come."

"I'm close," you whine. "So close." Your hands grab onto Steven's ass, pulling him in closer. "Gonna come, Stevie."

"Oh love, come for me." Steven begs. You moan and cry out as you reach your climax, crying Steven's name just as you feel him reach his own end, filling you up with his spend.

You expect Steven to pull out next. To get started on cleaning the two of you up and laying down for cuddles. But instead he's lifting your legs over his shoulders, his cock still hard inside of you.

"Steven!" You shout as his cock hits even deeper into you.

"Try again." A deep voice orders. You look up to meet your boyfriend's gaze and you can tell that Steven is no longer the one looking back at you. Marc is fronting now and he doesn't seem to be satisfied the way Steven was.

"Marc," you lament.

"There we go." Marc chuckles. "Thought you were done?" He asks.

"Wasn't expecting you." You tell him truthfully.

"Oh, would you rather Steven come back?" He asks. Despite his hard cock inside of you, you know that if you said yes that Marc would get Steven back in the body instantly.

"No, as long as he's not upset. I know he likes our down time after sex."

"He does," Marc says as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you. "But he's happy to watch, too." Marc leans down and kisses you. It's different from Steven, harder, but still tender. "Let's give him a show."

You can't help but cry out in shoke and pleasure as Marc gives a hard thrust into your channel. Your hand comes down to grab the meat of his thigh and your sure that the both of you are going to have bruises from each other once this is done. "You know," Marc grunts as he fucks you. His hair falls into his eyes but he doesn't move it, his hands stay wrapped tightly around your ankles, holding them over his shoulders. "I've been watching for a while now. Watching you moan and cry for Steven."

"Oh fuck," you babble. Your eyes close in pleasure for a moment before opening back up and meeting Marc's dark gaze.

"All I could think while I watched you get split a part on his cock was that I could do a better job."

"Marc!" You cry as you quickly reach your second orgasm. Still sensitive from Steven, you're quick to climax a second time.

"Now I gotta show him how a real man does it." Marc says before crashing his mouth onto yours. Your kiss is dirty, a mess of teeth and tongues. Your hands reach up for his dark strands of hair, pulling and grabbing.

"So good, Marc. So good." Your words are slurred with pleasure, more babbling than anything. But Marc answers you still.

"Gonna come inside of you, baby. Gonna pump you full. You'll be leaking with me."

"Fuck Marc please!" You beg.

"Fuck baby, take it!" Marc orders. His grip on you tightens as he reaches his end. "Fucking take my cock, take my come!" Marc groans as he comes inside of you. Leaning down his his face buried in your neck. Marc pulls his cock free of you and you whine at the emptiness despite feeling the beginnings of being overstimulated. You don't register that he's moved again until you feel a mouth at your entrance, a tongue licking up the come that leaks out of you.

"Fuck!" You cry as you jolt back, further into the pillows. "Too much!"

The licking stops for a moment before you hear your boyfriend speak. But it's not Marc that speaks this time, but Jake. "Common princess, you can handle it. Just tryna clean you up a bit." You don't get a chance to answer before you feel Jake's mouth back at you entrance, lucking and sucking you clean. You squirm away, for back into the headboard, but Jake is quick to grab onto your legs and pull you back to were he kneels between your open legs. He doesn't appreciate you trying to take away his little treat and pinches your thigh in warning. "Stop moving." He orders before he continues to suck your fucking soul out of your body.

"Jake!" You yell. You yell loud enough for the neighbour's to hear, no doubt giving them the idea you're having one hell of a foursome. Your next release comes so fast it's nearly painful. There's no more of the slow, teasing buildup. "Too much," you sob just as Jake pulls away from between your legs. His right hand rubs you leg gently, a stark contrast to his attitude earlier.

"Too much?" He asks with a faux pout.

"Too much, Jake."

"Okay, " Jake says softly. "In that case just one more then." You don't get a chance to answer before his mouth is back on you. Licking and sucking and devouring. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that your boyfriend is full of his when he says just one more, but you can't complain. Not too much, at least. Not when he's making you feel so good. Your body is limp and your half conscious by the time your faith, six? Climax comes barrling through you. Jake's mouth must be sore, he's been at it for a long time, but he doesn't say so.

"Too much." You whimper. Your limp hand gives a weak attempt at pushing Jake's head away, but it quickly falls flat on the bedsheets.

"I know, princess. All done." You breath out at the promise of an end. You're more than ready to take another nap now, to go back to sleep and not wake up for hours. You're just about to do so when your boyfriend's voice has you peaking your eyes open at him. "We're all done." He promises again. "Just as soon as I get one more from you." He says with a smirk before diving back into your center.

[simplygojo]

Friend-Of-A-Friend ⸺ Chapter Three

author's note ⸺ Hello gang! So happy you guys are liking this series, I love it, and I luv u <3 pairing ⸺ Suguru Geto x Reader content ⸺ platonic-bestie!gojo, corporate-worker!reader, slight tension, studying mentioned, modern au, the good-ole-days, reader uses female pronouns, 4.2k, this is an 18+ series - mdni divider credit: @/toastray ୨୧ art credit: @/juziluohai

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Sleep came quickly, tugging at the edges of your consciousness.

Then—just as you were about to slip under completely…

Your phone buzzed against the nightstand.

Your eyes cracked open, pulse skipping despite yourself. For a moment, you didn’t move. Didn’t reach for it.

But eventually, you did. 

You turned over swiftly, the sheets rustling as you reached out, fingers fumbling against the smooth surface of your nightstand. 

The cool metal of your phone met your palm, and you pulled it close, the glow of the screen cutting through the dim room as you blinked against the brightness.

Your thumb hovered over the screen for just a second before you swiped to unlock it. The notification stared back at you, crisp and clear against the dark backdrop of your bedroom.

Geto: How’s Friday?

Your breath left you in a slow exhale.

Not a lot of fanfare. No excessive punctuation, no embellishments. Just a simple question, efficient and to the point—exactly like how you remembered him.

Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen, where the time blinked back at you—10:42 PM. Wednesday. 

Two days.

A part of you had half-expected to wait another few days before he got back to you. Maybe the plans would fall through entirely, slipping through the cracks of life’s inevitable distractions. But there he was, responding just hours after you reached out.

You licked your lips, your fingers tapping out a quick reply.

You: Works for me. What time?

The three little dots blinked on the screen almost immediately.

Geto: I’m assuming you work until 5…does 5:30 work?

You: Yeah, that’s fine. Where where you thinking?

Geto: I’ll send you the location on Friday morning. Looking forward to catching up :)

You stared at the screen for a beat longer than necessary, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you typed—

You: Sounds good. Me too.

Too much? Maybe. But before you could second-guess it, the message was sent, disappearing into the ether of late-night conversation.

The read receipt popped up almost instantly, followed by one more reply.

Geto: Dream sweet.

Simple. Unassuming. And yet, it left something warm curling in your stomach.

You set your phone down on the nightstand, exhaling as you sank deeper into the pillows. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city beyond your window, but your mind was anything but still.

It had been a long time since you last saw him. Since you last spoke like this, in small, measured words that somehow still felt significant. It was just dinner. 

Just a catch-up between two people with a mutual friend. 

Two friends-of-friends catching up…That’s all.

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Morning came too soon, the alarm slicing through the quiet like a dull blade. 

A sharp inhale, a stretch, the heavy warmth of sleep still clinging to your limbs. 

But before you even shifted beneath the covers, your hand had already reached for your phone, fingers wrapping around its familiar weight.

The screen lit up. No new messages. No last-minute changes. Just the same notification from last night, waiting in silence.

You weren’t sure what you had expected…A follow-up? A confirmation? Something to make the evening ahead feel more real? Whatever it was, it wasn’t there.

The morning routine carried on as always—water rushing against porcelain, steam curling over the bathroom mirror, the muted sound of the city filtering in through the window. 

Everything was the same. Everything should have felt the same. 

But there was something about today, a small hitch in the rhythm, an offbeat in the usual melody of your day.

At work, tasks filled the hours like usual. Emails stacked into neat little rows, keyboards clicked in hurried bursts, voices blurred into the steady hum of office chatter. 

You answered messages, skimmed reports, lost yourself in half-distracted conversations.

And yet—before noon, your hand found your phone again.

A flick of the screen. A glance. Still nothing.

You weren’t sure why you kept checking. It wasn’t like you normally did this.

Your messages weren’t exactly unpredictable.

Gojo texted often, usually in long, chaotic bursts—half-thoughts, inside jokes, dramatized retellings of his latest workplace disaster. 

Your roommate’s texts were more routine—grocery lists, rent reminders, the occasional complaint about your neighbours. A familiar pattern, easy to follow, easy to expect.

But now?

Now, your fingers hovered over the screen for just a second longer than necessary before you locked it again, pressing it face-down against your desk, pressing your fingers into your temples briefly before forcing yourself to refocus.

Lunch came and went in a series of half-heard conversations. The scent of reheated leftovers hung in the air, blending with the ever-present bitterness of burnt office coffee. 

A coworker complained about their weekend plans, and another debated whether they had time to grab a latte before their next meeting. 

You responded when necessary, nodding at the right times, but your mind remained elsewhere—somewhere just outside of reach.

Then—without thinking—you picked up your phone again.

Still nothing.

You exhaled, locking the screen and setting it aside. You didn’t know what you were expecting to happen. It wasn’t as if anything had changed since the last time you checked. 

And yet, the absence of a message felt noticeable in a way that it shouldn’t have.

By mid-afternoon, the habit had settled in.

Your hand moved before you could stop yourself, unlocking the screen with a flick of your thumb. Waiting.

But the screen remained the same—quiet, still, steady.

And yet, despite that silence, tomorrow night loomed closer. Inevitable.

The weight of it settled in long before the day had ended. 

The thought of being alone with him for hours wove itself into the spaces between tasks, filling the pauses in conversation, curling around every absent glance at your phone.

At some point, the screen stayed dark long enough for a sense of finality to creep in. No more checking. No more reaching. It didn’t change anything.

Still, something simmered beneath your skin, restless and unresolved.

The feeling made no sense. 

Geto had never been a source of unease before. 

If anything, he was one of the easiest people to be around—steady, unhurried, a presence that never demanded anything from you. His words always measured, his energy effortless. 

He was a fixture in the periphery, present in the way a familiar song fills the background of a car ride, inextricably linked to something larger.

Gojo.

Geto had always been part of a pair—One half of a whole. 

His presence had been a condition of Gojo’s—the two of them moving through the world like a force of nature, colliding with everything in their path, dragging you along in their wake.

Conversations that turned into debates, nights that stretched too late, laughter that came easy, never isolated, never belonging to just one of them.

Tomorrow would be different.

Tomorrow, there would be no Gojo.

The realization sat heavy, threading unease through the anticipation. This was new. Unfamiliar. 

The rhythm had changed, and you weren’t sure what to do with the space it left behind.

The walk home felt longer than usual. 

The city hummed around you, headlights casting fractured light against wet pavement, snippets of conversations floating past in bursts of sound. A car horn. A ringing phone. The hiss of a bus kneeling at the curb.

Inside your apartment, the quiet stretched. 

The overhead light flickered once before settling. A jacket shrugged off, shoes nudged aside, the soft creak of wood under your steps. The routine unfolded like muscle memory—bag on the counter, fridge open, fridge closed, a glass of water filled and left untouched.

Then—your phone, facedown where you had left it.

Fingers hesitated before reaching. The screen lit up, bright against the dim kitchen. Nothing new.

A slow breath pushed through your chest.

Tomorrow loomed ahead, fixed and inevitable.

A meeting set in place, agreed upon in neutral tones, as casual as a hundred other plans that had come before it. 

But still, something shifted under the surface, unspoken and undefined.

There was no reason for this weight in your stomach. No logic to the way your pulse had started counting down hours before the night had even arrived.

And yet—

Your grip tightened around the phone. The glow of the screen faded to black.

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Friday Morning at 5:45am

The alarm cut through the stillness, its sharp trill pulling you from sleep. A breath, slow and steady, before your hand reached out, silencing it with a practiced swipe.

For a moment, you stayed there—burrowed beneath the blankets, eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. The weight of the day settled in, stretching out ahead of you in quiet inevitability.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up.

The floor was cool beneath your feet as you padded toward the bathroom, the fluorescent light flickering to life above the mirror. Water rushed against porcelain, the steady rhythm filling the quiet as you rinsed sleep from your skin.

Back in your bedroom, the closet door yawned open, revealing rows of neatly hung blouses, slacks folded with precision, dresses lined up like choices waiting to be made.

The usual routine would be easy—something simple, something safe. But today, your fingers lingered a little longer, hovering between options, the usual rhythm disrupted by something almost imperceptible.

It wasn’t like this was anything special. Just another workday. Just dinner after. Nothing to warrant the quiet indecision pressing at the edges of your thoughts.

And yet—your hand skipped past the standard choices, grazing over fabric with absent consideration.

The crisp button-down felt too stiff, the usual sweater too plain. A dress, maybe? No, too much.

Eventually, you settled on something in between—polished but not overdone. Something that fit seamlessly into the workday but still felt…intentional.

The fabric smoothed over your frame as you adjusted the hem, checking the mirror with a glance that lasted a beat too long.

Still, there was no real reason for this hesitation. No reason at all.

And yet—

The thought slipped away as your phone buzzed from the nightstand, breaking the quiet with a sharp vibration.

Your breath stilled.

You hesitated for only a second before walking over to it and picking it up.

Your fingers tightened around your phone before turning the screen toward you.

Geto: Morning. Here’s the place for tonight.

A location link followed, sitting there unassuming, waiting to be pressed.

Your thumb hesitated over the screen before tapping it. The maps app opened, the address pulling up with a smooth flicker. 

A small pin dropped into place, marking a street you didn’t immediately recognize—tucked between taller buildings, almost easy to miss. 

The image loaded, revealing a dark storefront, nothing but a sleek, unmarked door tucked beneath a flickering neon sign.

You swiped through the photos. 

Inside, the space stretched narrow, lined with moody lighting and dark wood, bottles glinting along an illuminated back bar. 

The kind of place that didn’t need to advertise itself—exclusive but not pretentious, refined but comfortable. 

And the food—unexpectedly elaborate for a bar, plated like something out of a fine dining restaurant.

Of course.

Something about it felt so distinctly him—lowkey but effortlessly cool, the kind of place you’d never have found on your own.

Before you could type out a response, another message drew your eyes to the top of your screen.

Geto: If you tell me which station you're at, I can meet you there.

Your breath stalled, pulse knocking against your ribs in a way that made no sense.

The words sat there, simple and unassuming, yet something about them sent a ripple through your chest.

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard.

It was a thoughtful offer—practical, even. 

It would make things easier, and save you from navigating alone, from the awkward shuffle of stepping into a new place by yourself. A small thing.

Still, a strange tension crept into your shoulders.

Geto had always been easygoing, a casual presence that had never demanded anything from you. But that presence had always been conditional—always shadowed by Gojo’s loud energy, balanced by the familiar push-and-pull of their dynamic.

Now, without that buffer—without Gojo filling the space between you—it felt different.

Not bad, not uncomfortable, just… noticeable.

You smoothed your hand over the fabric of your skirt, fingers tracing absent patterns against the hem.

Maybe it was the anticipation humming beneath your skin. The awareness of the hours still stretched between now and tonight, every moment edged with something undefined.

Maybe it was the way Geto’s name looked on your screen—alone, unaccompanied, as if he existed in a separate context now.

Or maybe it was nothing at all.

You exhaled, slow and steady, before typing out a response.

You: It’s okay, I can just meet you there.

The message sent in an instant. Final.

You locked your phone, setting it facedown against the vanity as if that might quiet the small, unspoken weight in your chest.

Then, a breath.

‘Alright tine to get yourself together…’ You thought to yourself

The routine should have unfolded as usual, the same series of motions you could do half-asleep.

But today, each step carried a little more weight.

You reached for your makeup bag, fingers brushing over familiar products. Concealer smoothed over skin, concealer dabbed beneath your eyes—nothing too heavy, just enough. 

A sweep of blush, a touch more than usual. A careful flick of eyeliner, precise and steady, stretching just a little further than the way you usually wore it.

Your reflection stared back at you, almost unchanged—almost.

The brush glided through your hair in slow, deliberate strokes, smoothing flyaways, shaping strands into something more intentional. A little extra effort. Nothing obvious, nothing dramatic, just…more.

The soft chime of a notification pulled you from the mirror. Not Geto—just an email reminder, something about a report due by noon.

A quick glance at the clock on your wall let you know it was time to go.

You grabbed your bag, slipping your phone inside before second-guessing and tucking it into your jacket pocket instead. 

Shoes on, keys in hand, one last look around the apartment before stepping out into the crisp morning air.

The city stretched ahead, unchanged, unaware. 

But as your footsteps carried you down the shiny tiled stairs, something lingered in your chest—light but steady, like a held breath waiting to be released.

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The clock inched toward 5 p.m., the final minutes of the day ticking away slowly, yet with an urgency you could feel in your bones.

It had been one of the busiest Fridays you’d ever had—emails to answer, reports to review, meetings that bled into each other without any real break. The pressure was constant, a low hum beneath your thoughts, and yet… you were grateful for it. 

Grateful that there was no room for your mind to wander, no space for thoughts to spiral. 

If today had been any slower, if you’d had even a moment of quiet, you knew exactly where your thoughts would have gone.

To Geto. To tonight. 

To the pull in your chest that wouldn’t seem to loosen, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

You backed up your things a few minutes early, tucking everything into your bag with methodical precision. It wasn’t until you had everything in place, zipper pulled tight, that you realized you were practically holding your breath.

Five o'clock.

Finally.

You stood up, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, and made your way to the door. 

The office was quieting down, the buzz of energy that had filled the room all day beginning to dissipate as everyone else filtered out. You left without another glance back, fingers pressing the button for the elevator.

Outside, the city was as busy as always, people rushing by, their faces a blur. You slipped into the flow, a part of it, but somehow still detached. Every step took you closer to the subway, closer to the anticipation that built in your chest.

It wasn’t that you were nervous, exactly. No, that wasn’t quite right. You were just… unsettled. A kind of restlessness that had no real source.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and typed out a quick message to Geto:

You: On my way over.

The text sent, and within seconds, the three dots blinked back at you.

Geto: See you soon.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. It was almost a relief that he replied so quickly—something about it soothed the jittery feeling that hadn’t quite settled.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you descended the stairs to the platform, your feet tapping lightly against the ground in rhythm with the train’s arrival. 

But even as you joined the crowd and boarded the car, your mind drifted to that last time you saw him—the night that felt so far away and yet so close.

It had been just after graduation, the last time you were all together like that.

A night of drinking, good food, and laughter, shared memories of the years behind you, of the moments that had solidified your friendship. 

You leaned back against the cold train window, eyes closed for just a moment as you let the memories sweep over you.

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*1 year and 3 months prior — Graduation Celebration at KBBQ*

Graduation had come quicker than expected–It truly felt like a finish line that once felt distant was now suddenly beneath your feet. 

The ceremony itself had been a blur—flashes of caps in the air, the hum of applause, the stiff feeling of formalwear that barely felt like your own.

But this? This dinner, this night, this group—this was what felt real.

Somewhere between the first introductions and the years spent studying together, these people had become a constant. 

Not just classmates or drinking buddies, but something more—a tangle of friendships built over sleepless nights, library study sessions, and long conversations that stretched past closing hours at your favourite spots.

Gojo had been the first familiar face, but through him, the circle expanded. Geto, quieter but no less magnetic. Shoko, always ready with a sharp remark. Nanami, steady and unwavering. Utahime, initially wary of Gojo’s chaos but undeniably part of the group. Hibara, warm and easygoing, always pulling everyone together.

The group had settled into something comfortable, something natural. 

And tonight, for what might be the last time in a while, everyone was here.

The Korean barbeque restaurant buzzed with the warmth of lively conversations and sizzling grills. 

The sharp scent of spices and grilled meat filled the air as the plates kept coming, steam rising from the center of the table where everyone sat clustered around. 

The group was loud, a mix of voices competing with the hum of the crowd and the crackling sounds of the grill. Gojo's booming laugh punctuated the noise every so often, drawing chuckles from Shoko and Hibara, who were sitting beside from him.

You sat between Utahime and Geto, the cool air from the ceiling fans brushing your skin, just enough to keep the warmth of the meal from becoming too much. 

The grill tables were relatively small, so Geto was close, his knee brushing yours under the table as the group passed plates of food around. 

He didn’t seem to mind, just as you didn’t, the space between you both shrinking with each subtle shift.

Occasionally, Geto would lean in slightly when he spoke to you, his breath almost grazing your ear as he commented on the food or made a quiet remark about something Gojo had said. 

The closeness felt natural—effortless, and yet, in a way, it stood out. 

A part of you noticed how much quieter it felt when his voice dropped to a low hum as if sharing something just between you.

Across the table from you, Gojo made some outrageous comment, his animated gestures nearly knocking over his drink, and everyone burst into laughter. Your gaze met Geto’s in the midst of it all—his eyes holding yours for a fraction longer than anyone else’s. 

It wasn’t an obvious moment, just a quiet beat where his stare lingered, and you couldn’t help but notice the pull, the intensity beneath it, even if you quickly looked away to join in the laughter.

The evening stretched on, the conversation meandering between stories and jokes, but there was always something in Geto’s attention when it turned toward you. 

When plates of food arrived, he was the first to make sure your plate was full, his hand brushing against yours each time as he slid something onto your side of the grill. 

"Here," Geto said, his voice steady as he slid a piece of cooked meat onto your plate. 

He glanced at you, a quiet certainty in his expression, lips tugging into a small, effortless smile—like he knew something you didn’t.

"Thanks," you replied, your gaze briefly meeting his again before turning back to the others.

His eyes stayed on you for just a second longer than they should have, a quiet intensity hidden behind the casualness of his smile. 

There was no hurry in his movements as he leaned back slightly, his attention still fixed on you as you returned to the conversation.

Gojo, sitting directly across from you, noticed how Geto was looking at you. His eyes gleamed with mischief as a knowing smirk grew upon his lips. His hand tapped the edge of his glass as he made sure his gaze found Geto’s.

Before Gojo could say anything, Utahime cut in, her voice light as she dragged Gojo into her conversation.

"I always thought you were the one who thought you were above all the tests and exams, Gojo," she said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. 

"But look at you now. Obviously, you weren’t entirely ‘above’ it all, or you wouldn’t have graduated!."

A laugh bubbled up from you, easy and warm, the playful jab aimed at Gojo hitting the right note.

Geto’s eyes flicked toward you instinctively, a slight shift in his posture as he watched you laugh. 

For just a second, his gaze softened, lingering on the way your eyes crinkled and your mouth curved up. 

It was subtle, but the way he looked at you in that moment—unobstructed and full of quiet admiration—was impossible to miss, even if you didn’t notice.

Gojo rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his own chuckle, clearly unbothered by Utahime’s jab. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m the only one keeping this table from sinking into the abyss of academic mediocrity and you all know it."

His words were light, but his gaze flicked over briefly to Geto again, catching something in the way he sat facing you, the way his attention never seemed to stray too far from you—and Gojo noticed, how could he not? 

The night went on, but the unspoken connection between you and Geto never fully slipped away. 

Every now and then, when you caught his eye again, there was something that was undeniably there—a spark that he didn’t try to hide, but never overtly acknowledged. It was quiet, comfortable, and real in a way that felt like it had always been.

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You stepped off the subway car, your shoes clicking softly against the platform as you shook off the last remnants of your thoughts.

The evening air outside felt cooler than you expected, the slight breeze tugging at your sleeves as you ascended the stairs.

 The weight of your bag settled comfortably against your shoulder, and with every step upward, the tension in your chest seemed to loosen just a little, like a knot unwinding slowly.

The train ride had felt long despite the short distance. 

Anticipation had gnawed at you the entire way, but now, with the weight of the day finally behind you, there was a space in your mind where you could let your thoughts breathe.

It was almost calming, knowing that once you stepped out of the subway station, you’d be heading straight to the bar to meet Geto. A casual evening with no expectations. 

Just the two of you.

You reached the top of the stairs, the sound of your footsteps fading into the background as you made your way toward the exit. 

The station was busy with the usual rush of people, but your eyes were focused on the small patch of city street ahead, imagining the two-minute walk to the bar, the dim lighting, the low hum of voices inside.

But as you turned the corner—

There he was.

Your steps faltered.

Standing just beyond the turnstiles, casually leaning against a pillar, one hand in his pocket, the other offering a small, easy wave. 

The half-lit fluorescents cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the familiar, effortless coolness of him, making everything around him fade just slightly.

Geto. Here.

His expression softened as he watched you stumble a bit over your own feet, and his smile grew just a little, as if he were waiting for you to get your bearings, to process the fact that he was standing here, in front of you, instead of across the table at the bar like you had expected.

"Hey," he said, his voice a touch smoother than usual, though it still held that casual tone that you recognized. 

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Hi,

I just wanted to ask if white day is a special day for Jikook

I’ve seen all sorts of posts today but couldn’t grasp the timeline? Has it only been since 2022 that they’ve done something that is known?

Cheers

Hi Anon 😊

Before we dive into this post, let's first see what White Day is.

In South Korea, March 14th is celebrated as White Day, exactly one moth after Valentine's Day. In SK Valentines Day is traditionally focused on women. It is the woman who express her love for her man through gifts. And on White Day the man who received gifts on Valentine's Day is expected to return the favor with gifts of his own.

So, basically White Day is considered as an important day for couples in SK.

On 14th March 2022, White Day, Jimin opens his IG and posts a pic of him and Jungkook backstage during their PTD concerts:

As expected it sent us into chaos, a happy delightful chaos. But it didn't stop there. Later we found out that Jikook went out for dinner on White Day joined by Jimin's friends.

Not only that but in the restaurant pic we couldn't help but notice Jungkook wearing a cap that most likely belonged to Jimin. The one that has "Jimin" written on the back. Just another detail adding to the Jikook filled night.

And just when we thought that was it, Jikook dropped the biggest bomb with the release of the BTS Monuments documentary. That's when we finally got the whole picture.

On March 13th 2022, just two hours after their concert, Jungkook arrives at Jimin's apartment. We know this from the date displayed on Jimin's fridge. Jimin orders fried chicken for them and Jungkook also cooks them dinner. They spend the night together. And the next day, which is White Day they head out for dinner together from Jimin's apartment.

Most jkkrs here, myself included believe that Jikook have been living together for a long time now. So, hearing and seeing all of this? Not exactly surprising, just one more proof of what we already knew.

Now let's move on to 2023.

On March 14th 2023 Jungkook went live from his home when Jimin was in the US for his FACE promotions. This live has 4 parts. Should've known who this live was meant for when Jungkook started the live at 8:11 pm KST. The songs for this live are heavily Jikook coded.

1) Jungkook played There For You, a song which he used for his first ever GCF, which was basically all about Jimin.

2) He also sang the Korean version of Mistletoe (Christmas Day) for which Jimin wrote the lyrics and which Jikook covered back in 2014.

3) Then there's Nothing by Bruno Major. In 2020 Taehyung posted a selca of him and Jimin under which he mentioned this song saying that it was Jimin's recommendation. Then in 2022 when Jimin was asked to pick a song for the ending credits of a documentary about him he again chose Nothing saying that the mood of the song goes well with him.

4) How can we forget Hate Everything? Jungkook posted a cover of this song on 3rd Feb 2022. The cover was 1:18 mins long (there's that number again). This was the time when Jimin was receiving in patient treatment following his surgery. And Jungkook had to stay away from him due to covid protocols. And then in 2023 he again plays this song when Jimin's away from him, this time due to his schedule.

5) The next song is Falling. This is a song both Jimin and Jungkook like. Jungkook posted a cover of this song on 28th Oct 2022. And guess what's special about 28th Oct? Well, Jikook went on their Tokyo trip on 28th Oct 2017. (Numbers are not a joke when it comes to Jikook. They give importance to special dates, milestones in their relationship).

Jimin comments during the second part of this White Day live. His presence was so significant throughout the live. Though he was not physically present his presence was still felt, thanks to Jungkook.

Jungkook also flexed his JM tattoo which was noticeably darker than the rest while JVKE's Golden Hour was playing in the background. He followed it up with the lyrics "Love of my life". HE'S A CERTIFIED ROMANTIC!!! (only for Jimin).

During this live he changes his outfit 2 times. Starts with a black jacket, then changes to a white shirt and then finally a purple hoodie. Ends the live by asking us to look forward to midnight saying that something amazing is dropping at midnight. And we all know how it went... SMF pt2 teaser came out. Not to forget that he also teased Jimin's song using his hair tie.

For SMF pt2 Jimin uses 3 outfits. A black jacket and a white sweater for the main mv and a purple jacket for the dance practice video.

Can it be a coincidence? Sure. But what are the chances of their outfit colors being in that exact same order, right when SMF pt2 was dropping? Most of the time Jikook and "coincidence" doesn't go hand in hand and this was one of those times.

So, these are the two times Jikook was loud on White Day.

But here's an honorable mention. It was on 14th March 2016:

Jungkook took this video of a sleepy Jimin and posted it with the caption "Jimin hyung is sleepy, someone please put him to sleep".

So, yes! White Day is a special day for Jikook. But it's not just White Day, we have also seen how much importance they place on spending their birthdays together and how much effort they put into it.

Jungkook left the entire fandom in shock by going all out for Jimin's birthday. Booking a trip to Tokyo, taking him to Disneyland and even creating a GCF to immortalize the moment, all for the world to see and scream over. Just when we thought that was the peak of effort Jimin proved once again that they match each other's energy. He took a 13 hour flight from Paris to Seoul just so he wouldn't miss his bf's birthday, arriving with exclusive limited edition gifts in hand. And as if that wasn't enough he even teamed up with Hoseok to arrange a surprise party. And just one look at Jungkook's face in that pic proves how much it meant to him.

And then in 2020 we learned that Jimin and Jungkook were together at home on Jungkook's birthday. The next day Jimin even prepared a cake to celebrate.

We have also seen them spending special couple days together.

Like wearing matching jackets on Valentine's Day. And watching the first snow together, which again is a couple tradition in SK. It signifies fresh beginnings leading to a lasting relationship

Or posting this on Chinese Valentine's Day with the caption "Love Ya ❤"

Or show up on 14th January 2018 which is Diary Day in SK again an important day for couples by wearing matching rings

I almost forgot about Chuseok. Its a family holiday in SK.

This was their first "couple" moment for Chuseok:

This is from the Chuseok of 2016.

For 2017's Chuseok, while everyone went home to celebrate the festival Jikook stayed back together at the dorm.

They posted this at 4am on the Chuseok of 2020:

And then Jimin posted the fish drawing for 2023's Chuseok with the caption " JK's work 😅" which we saw both of them talking about and drawing in AYS Jeju.

Then there's Silver Day. This pic was posted by Jungkook on Silver Day with the caption "Jimin hyung's big smile" (14th July 2019)

On Silver Day couples exchange silver accessories as a sign of their love and commitment.

Hoseok's JITB Party was on Silver Day. And there was Jimin casually wearing his Maison Margeila necklace along with the bracelet from Polyc, the very same one that unsurprisingly Jungkook also owns.

But what makes the Maison Margeila necklace special? Well he owns the one with numbers ranging from 10 to 16 and guess which number is circled? Number 11

So let's take out 11 and add all the other numbers:

10+12+13+14+15+16

We get 80

And then have 11

Together it becomes 11/8 tada 😮

So, yeah that makes it extra special for him

2023's Silver Day was a major moment in the Jikook world. Jimin boarded a flight from Seoul just to be with Jungkook who was swamped with preparations for his solo debut performance in the US. Despite the packed schedule they made time for each other, stepping out in matching black and white outfits for dinner on the same day Jimin arrived. They returned to the same restaurant again this time with no cameras, no staff just the two of them before Jimin had to fly back home.

This one isn't about a designated couple's day but its still incredibly significant. Recently K side went into a frenzy upon discovering that Jimin and Jungkook sent a joint flower wreath, something typically done by couples. They were the only individuals who sent one together.

You might have noticed how Jimin and Jungkook follow a pattern, they don't just do these things once they repeat them over the years. But we only find out when they choose to let us know or when it slips through company content. Its clear they value these traditions and make a conscious effort to spend them together. What we see is probably a fraction maybe a quarter of it. But just because we don't see everything it doesn't mean it isn't happening.

Thanks so much for this ask, Anon! I loved answering this! Have an awesome day 👋🏻

Credits to the owner of the video

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COWBOY LIKE ME - park sunghoon (teaser)

pairing → sunghoon x reader

synopsis → fresh college graduate, park sunghoon decides to take a 5 month long vacation with some of his closest friends to northern italy. his expectations? bike rides, gelatos, his best friend and designated chef trying a multitude of recipes, and late night swims. the reality? falling deeply in love with the girl who lives with her grandparents next door.

genre & warnings → coming of age, summer au, mentions of the UK school system, based in europe (duh), strangers to friends to a secret third thing, heavy feelings, use of alcohol and drugs, mental health problems, running away, yn has an avoider attachment, loverboy sunghoon, more tbd.

cast → all of enha, kazuha and yunjin from lesserafim, mentions of txt, much more side characters.

est wc → 20 - 25k (?) currently at 15k so we'll see

authors note → hai guys, sooo this is smth i wrote this summer as u can see it is HEAVILY based off of cmbyn ermm so i guess just enjoy! reply here if you wanna be added to the taglist and pls like n reblog <3

SOMEWHERE IN NORTHERN ITALY, 2022.

you and sunghoon laid on the grass next to one another, bodies just inches apart. the moon was high in the sky and it was another one of those quiet nights with him, you adored these nights. you could hear your friends laughing in the house, but it still just felt like it was just you two and the rest of the world and your respective worries just faded away. 

sunghoon turned his body to face you, his elbow propping him up slightly. you turned your body, now face to face with him. his hand reached over, brushing hair out of your face. his eyes were looking into yours like they usually did, but now they were holding something back. “what?” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. it wasn’t the fear of being too loud, it was the content of your conversations being strictly between the two of you, no one else’s. 

that was the beauty in these moments you had with sunghoon, they were sacred. as if it were a child hiding candy. the two of you weren’t secretive in the fear of being caught or teased, it was to keep whatever you had, yours. the content that no one else besides sunghoon could know your in and outs, and same with him. it was like your relationship was a question mark to everyone else around you and the two of you intended to keep it that way. 

sunghoon didn’t say anything for a couple seconds, his hand still in your hair, now moving down to cup your cheek in his hand. his thumb grazing the apples of your cheeks. during all this his eyes never left yours. he finally sighed out. “call me by your name and i’ll call you by mine” he breathed out, his voice soft but words as hard as bricks. 

“what?” you repeated, smiling softly at his words. something about this moment between the two of you was so intimate that nothing could tear you from one another. his hand now rested on your waist, rubbing it up and down. somehow you were closer to him than you were before. “you heard me.” sunghoon whispered back, lost in your eyes. 

he shifted a little closer to you, leaning forward so his lips were against your ear. “sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon” he whispered, lips kissing the shell of your ear afterwards. each time he said his name there was a pause in between it. he moved back a little, now smiling. you could hear your heart beating in your ears as you smiled back. 

you moved closer, leaning forward so your lips were against his ear. “yn, yn, yn” you whispered back, following the same rhythm he did. you leaned back, eyes never leaving his. his hand reached down to yours and he intertwined your fingers together with his, holding you tightly as if you were going to disappear in a matter of seconds. 

you laid on your back, your cheeks starting to hurt because of how hard you were smiling. you felt closer to sunghoon now than you had this entire summer. he moved closer, head resting on your shoulder as he laid on his back as well. your hands still intertwined because of the fear eating both you alive. 

the fear that this won’t be forever.

[hrts4nagi]

she's the man!

paring :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

05.

wc :: 591

you don't bother putting on your wig, opting to throw it in a ponytail and pulling up your hood to sneak escape from the dorms.

there was a 10pm set curfew and it was currently 11:43.

sure, you could've definitely avoided this but where's the fun in that?

you carefully tip-toe around rin, trying your best to make as little noise as possible. the last thing you'd want to do is wake him from his precious beauty sleep and be the victim of his wrath.

you've snuck out plenty of times before! this should be a breeze. light work even! opening the window with ease, you look down and grimace. who knew the second floor would be this high? it was definitely not this high back at home. you shake it off and jump bracing yourself.

you jump out of the window successfully, landing safely on your feet.

"i knew taking gymnastics for a year wasn't a waste! take that mom!" quickly, you leave the scene to avoid getting caught.

the walk wasn't too bad. the nearest convenience store being a family mart, a block down from the facility. 5 minutes later, you were staring up at the familiar blue-green led hue of the signs.

you glance around the store, eyes lighting up at the hot food section. fami-chickens! your favorite. to your dismay, you watch as the convenience store worker take the last two fami-chicken patties and hand it to a tall guy with glasses.

just as he's about to leave you call out to him.

"hey you!"

the individual turns around in confusion.

"me?"

"please, please, please, let me have the last fami-chicken! i haven't eaten all day."

you pull off your best puppy eyes and a pout to pair along with it.

he sighs, handing you the fami-chickens with a smile.

"fyi that wouldn't have worked if you weren't a cutie like yourself. also, there's no need to pull on that face. you look better just the way you are."

he winks before waving his hand.

"i'm off."

"wait at least let me pay you!"

"no need!"

you cheeks are left flushed from the interaction.

yikes.

you realized you had one minor flaw in your escape plan. sure, you had a way out, but you completely forgot a way to sneak back in. face palming at this realization.

"i'm just gonna run up the wall and hope for the best."

you run back towards the fence, charging up your jump. to your surprise, you're able to grab onto the window sill successfully. you climb back through the window, bag in hand.

"and safe!"

"what the hell?"

rin jolts up awake in fear.

"relax it's me, hiori!"

"what? what the fuck? did you just come from the window?"

"i just grabbed a snack! or two actually." you lift up the bag as an offer. "want one?"

he shakes his head. "hard pass. i need sleep. if you will excuse me."

"more for me i guess!"

"just don't be late to practice tomorrow. i like to have a set schedule. and please just use the door next time."

he throws a glance at you before retreating back under the covers.

you throw a thumbs up as you dig into your meal, biting happily into your precious fami-chicken. your mind wanders back to the stranger at the family mart.

he sure was cute.

eh.

you had other things to worry about. like being up for practice in 6 hours time. you were definitely not waking up on time.

sorry rin!

navigation ::

she's the man!

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Friends (with Benefits) Don't: Part 8

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final part of this story that I have written (as of right now). I'm going to try to get some of my other WIPs finished and posted but definitely may revisit Jake & Halo down the road because these two were fun to write about!

SUMMARY: After recovering from this mission Jake decides it's time to take Halo on their first date. But it has to be special. Dinner and a movie just won't do.

OTHER PART(S): PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I

PART 6 I PART 7

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

WARNINGS: FLUFF.

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Jake had been thinking about this date for weeks. It wasn’t just any night out; this was their first real date—one where there weren’t any distractions, hospital beds, or work keeping them apart. He wanted it to be special, but not over the top. Simple, thoughtful, something that showed her how much she meant to him.

He wasn’t exactly known for being the romantic type, but with her, things were different. She made him want to try, to push past his comfort zone and show her how deeply he cared.

Jake sat at the small table in his apartment, a notepad in front of him, scribbling ideas. He knew the usual fancy dinners and upscale restaurants wouldn’t feel like them—too impersonal. He wanted this to be something she’d remember, something with meaning. His eyes flicked to his phone, the picture of her smiling after their impromptu boat ride last week was still his lock screen.

That’s when the idea hit him.

He dialed Penny’s number before he could second-guess it.

“Hey, Penny, I need a favor,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “How would you feel about letting me borrow the boat for the night?”

The conversation with Penny went smoother than expected, and before he knew it, the pieces were falling into place. A sunset sail, a quiet dinner at her favorite beachside spot, and, if he could manage it, a moonlit walk on the beach afterward. It was simple, but it was them.

He made a mental note to keep things low-key with the planning, wanting to surprise her. Jake smiled to himself, imagining her reaction when she saw the boat. He knew she’d be impressed. And if there was one thing Jake liked to do, it was impressing her.

Satisfied with his plan, he sent her a quick message: “Hey, beautiful. Wear something nice tonight. Be ready by 7. And trust me.”

Later that night, Jake could feel his heart pounding a little harder than usual. It wasn’t nerves—he was a fighter pilot, after all—but something about this night made him feel more grounded, more present than usual. This wasn’t just about impressing her; this was about showing her that he was serious, that their relationship wasn’t just about convenience or casual fun. This was real.

By the time 6:45 rolled around, Jake was standing in front of the mirror, straightening his shirt and adjusting his collar for the third time. He smirked at his own reflection, shaking his head. When had he become the guy who fussed over his appearance before a date? Normally a quick glance was all he did and then he was on his way. But with her, it felt important. He wanted to look his best for her, to show her he’d put thought into tonight.

He grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the counter—bright, colorful, and full of life, just like her—and gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror before heading out the door.

The drive to her place was quick, but it gave him time to think, to go over the plan again in his head. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he hoped she’d love the little surprises he had in store. He arrived five minutes early, because showing up late wasn’t an option tonight.

When he pulled up to her apartment, Jake’s heart did an extra flip in his chest. He spotted her silhouette through the window, moving around as she got ready. His stomach fluttered with anticipation as he parked the car and grabbed the flowers.

He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, his fingers tapping nervously against the bouquet. When the door opened, all the jitters melted away. There she stood, looking stunning, her smile lighting up the doorway.

“Hey, darlin’,” Jake said, flashing her a grin. “You look... wow.”

He held out the flowers, watching as her eyes lit up at the sight of them. They weren’t anything too fancy, just a simple bouquet from the supermarket, but the way her face softened when she took them told him everything he needed to know.

“These are beautiful,” she said, taking the flowers from him and inhaling their sweet scent. “Thank you.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe as she turned to put them in a vase. He watched her for a moment, feeling that familiar warmth in his chest whenever she was near. She moved around the room with a grace that mesmerized him, and he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have her in his life.

“Ready to go?” he asked once she had the flowers arranged.

She nodded, grabbing her small bag and stepping out of the apartment. Jake offered her his arm, feeling her fingers loop through his with a sense of ease and comfort that he never wanted to take for granted.

“So,” she started as they headed toward his car, “you’re not going to tell me where we’re going?”

He shook his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nope. You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

She raised an eyebrow but smiled, knowing that whatever he had planned, it would be worth the mystery.

As they pulled up to the marina, the sight of the boat waiting for them caught her eye, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. Jake grinned at her reaction, parking the car and coming around to open her door.

“You ready?” he asked, offering his hand to help her out.

Her eyes darted from the boat back to him, a mixture of excitement and skepticism playing on her features. “Wait… you’re taking me on a boat?” she asked, biting her lip. “I didn’t even know you could sail.”

He chuckled, brushing off her concern with a wave of his hand. “I had some help,” he admitted, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. “Mav and Penny gave me a few lessons the last couple of weeks. Figured I should learn a thing or two.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the boat with a slight grin. “And you're sure you’re not just winging it?” she teased, trying to suppress her nerves as he led her down the dock.

“Trust me,” Jake said with a wink, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “I got this.”

When they reached the boat, Jake stepped onto the deck first, offering his hand to her once again. She hesitated for just a second, her eyes scanning the water below them before taking a deep breath and grasping his hand. With a gentle tug, he helped her onto the boat, steadying her as she found her footing.

“There you go, darlin’. Piece of cake,” he said, flashing her that signature confident grin.

She looked around the boat, impressed by how prepared he seemed. It was a calm evening, the sky above streaked with soft hues of orange and pink as the sun began its descent. The water was tranquil, barely a ripple as the boat gently swayed in the marina. Jake moved with ease, untying the ropes and readying the sails like he’d been doing it for years.

The boat began to glide smoothly away from the dock, and as they drifted farther from the shore, the tension she felt about his sailing skills began to melt away. The wind caught the sails, and Jake guided them through the water with confident hands on the helm, his focused expression softening as he glanced over at her.

“You’re really good at this,” she said, her voice full of genuine admiration. “I didn’t know you were hiding this talent.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”

She leaned against the railing, watching the shoreline fade into the distance as the boat cruised farther out. The city’s lights grew faint, leaving only the sound of the water lapping against the boat and the breeze rustling the sails. It was peaceful—an entirely different world from the chaos and noise of everyday life. For the first time in a while, she felt truly relaxed.

Once Jake had guided them to a secluded spot far enough from the shore, he dropped the anchor, letting the boat gently float in place. He turned to her, the soft light from the setting sun casting a warm glow over them. Without a word, he moved toward her, his arm slipping around her waist as he led her to a cushioned spot on the deck. He sat down first, pulling her close until she was nestled against him, her back resting against his chest.

His arms wrapped securely around her, and she felt herself melting into his embrace, her body instinctively relaxing. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment, closing her eyes as the warmth of his body and the gentle rocking of the boat lulled her into a state of calm.

Jake pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there for a moment. She smiled at the gesture, her heart swelling with affection. Everything about this moment—the boat, the water, the fading sun—felt perfect. But most of all, it was him. It was the way he made her feel safe, cherished, and utterly content.

“You good?” he asked quietly, his voice low and soothing.

“Mhm,” she murmured, tilting her head back slightly so she could meet his eyes. “I’m really good.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to place another kiss on her forehead.

“I’m glad,” he whispered, his voice carrying a rare tenderness that she’d come to love.

For a long while, they sat there in comfortable silence, just listening to the sound of the water around them. Her eyes fluttered shut again, and she felt the gentle rise and fall of Jake’s chest beneath her. His arms tightened slightly around her, and she couldn’t help but think that this—being in his arms, away from everything else—was exactly where she wanted to be.

As the sky darkened, the stars beginning to peek out one by one, Jake spoke again, his voice rumbling in her ear.

“You know,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere, “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything as much as this.”

She smiled, opening her eyes to look up at him. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure what to expect when you told me to trust you to plan the date.”

“And now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Now… I’m really glad I did.”

His smile widened, and he gave her a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing as they stayed close, neither of them wanting to break the moment.

“Good,” he said softly. “Because I plan on doing a lot more of this.”

They both laughed quietly, the sound mingling with the gentle splash of the water around them. As the boat rocked them in its gentle rhythm, she closed her eyes once again, allowing herself to fully sink into the warmth of Jake’s embrace. Wrapped in his arms, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them and the infinite possibilities ahead.

After their peaceful time on the boat, Jake helped her back onto the dock with the same care and confidence he’d shown before. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky awash in purples and deep blues as they made their way along the beach to her favorite restaurant. Nestled right by the water, the restaurant had an outdoor patio with string lights casting a soft, romantic glow over the tables. It was the perfect spot—casual yet intimate, just like the evening had been so far.

As they approached the entrance, Jake glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Still trust me to make the right calls?" he teased lightly.

She grinned, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "So far, you're doing great, Seresin. Don't get too cocky, though."

He chuckled, guiding her inside, where a hostess greeted them with a friendly smile and led them to a table near the edge of the patio. The sound of the waves was a constant backdrop, soothing and rhythmic, as they sat down and settled in. Jake pulled out her chair, and she couldn’t help but smile at the small chivalrous gesture.

Once they were seated, she looked out at the view, the beach just beyond, with the moon starting to reflect off the water. “You really went all out tonight,” she said, a hint of admiration in her voice.

Jake leaned back in his chair, looking entirely at ease as he smiled at her. “Nothing but the best for you.”

Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she reached for the menu, trying to hide the flutter of butterflies that his simple words caused. As they browsed the menu, Jake snuck glances at her, admiring the way her eyes lit up when she looked over the options. The flickering candlelight between them added a romantic glow to the moment, and it wasn’t long before their waitress came to take their orders.

Once the waitress left, Jake leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table as he looked at her. “You know,” he began, his tone casual yet sincere, “I was thinking earlier... I’m pretty lucky.”

She raised an eyebrow, setting her menu aside. “Oh? How’s that?”

Jake’s gaze softened, and he reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing hers. “I get to do this with you. I mean, I know I’m a handful sometimes,” he said with a playful smirk, “but you still put up with me.”

Her heart swelled at his words. “You’re not a handful,” she said, smiling warmly. “Well, okay, maybe sometimes.” She laughed softly. “But tonight... this has been perfect, Jake.”

He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. “Good.”

They continued talking, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they discussed everything from their favorite childhood memories to places they wanted to travel. Jake kept the mood light, cracking jokes and teasing her with that signature charm, but every so often, his compliments would slip through, genuine and heartfelt.

“You look amazing tonight, by the way,” he said at one point, his eyes sweeping over her with unmistakable appreciation. “I think I forgot to mention that.”

She blushed, ducking her head slightly. “You didn't, but I’ll let you say it again,” she teased, glancing back up at him. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Not so bad?” he echoed, feigning offense as he placed a hand over his heart. “Darlin’, I’m crushed.”

She laughed, reaching out to nudge his hand playfully. “Okay, fine. You look great, Jake.”

“That’s more like it,” he said with a wink, his grin widening as he took another sip of his drink.

Their food arrived not long after, and as they started to eat, the conversation became more thoughtful. Jake asked her about her week, genuinely interested in the small details of her day-to-day life. She found herself opening up more than she expected, telling him about work, her friends, and even the things that had been stressing her out. And the entire time, Jake listened attentively, nodding along and offering reassurances whenever she expressed a worry or frustration.

“You’ve got a lot on your plate,” he remarked after she finished talking about a particularly hectic project. “I don’t know how you manage it all.”

She shrugged, smiling softly. “I guess I just take it one day at a time.”

Jake reached across the table again, his hand resting on top of hers. “Well, if you ever need someone to help take your mind off it... I’m here.”

There was something in the way he said it—sincere and steady—that made her heart skip a beat. She squeezed his hand in response, grateful for his support. “I know. And I really appreciate that, Jake.”

They lingered over dinner, savoring both the food and the company. The beachside restaurant had become more lively as the night progressed, but for the two of them, it felt like they were in their own little world. Jake continued to sprinkle in compliments throughout the meal, each one making her blush or smile. And the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—made her feel more special than she ever had before.

As they finished their meals, Jake leaned back in his chair, gazing out at the ocean for a moment before turning his attention back to her. “There’s one more thing we need to do tonight,” he said, his voice low and soft.

She tilted her head curiously. “What’s that?”

He stood up, offering his hand. “Come take a walk with me.”

She smiled, slipping her hand into his as she stood up. Together, they made their way down to the beach, the soft sand beneath their feet as the gentle sound of the waves filled the air. The moon had risen fully by now, casting a silvery light over the water, and the breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, her hand still in his as they strolled along the shoreline. Jake squeezed her hand occasionally, glancing over at her with a content smile. She couldn’t help but marvel at how thoughtful he’d been tonight—everything from the boat ride to the dinner to this peaceful walk had been perfectly planned.

“This is nice,” she murmured, breaking the silence. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Jake smiled, his eyes soft as he looked at her. “I remember you saying that,” he said, his voice warm. “Figured it was time to make that wish come true.”

She beamed at him, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I’m just getting started,” he teased, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.

They continued walking until they reached a quieter part of the beach, where Jake suddenly stopped, turning to face her. There was a seriousness in his expression now, though the warmth and affection in his eyes remained.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he said, his tone shifting.

Her heart skipped a beat, sensing the weight of whatever he was about to say. “What is it?”

Jake took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment before meeting her gaze. “I got my next deployment,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m staying at North Island for at least the next year.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a rush of emotions flooding her at once—relief, happiness, and excitement all mingling together. “Jake... that’s amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, taking a step closer to her. “It means we’ve got time, darlin’. Time to figure this out... you and me. No more rules or boundaries. Just us.”

She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. Without thinking, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Jake wrapped his arms around her in return, holding her close as they stood there, enveloped in each other’s warmth.

As they pulled back slightly, Jake pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, before finally capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. When they broke apart, their foreheads rested together, and the world around them seemed to disappear.

“I’m all in,” Jake whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination.

“So am I,” she whispered back, her heart full.

And in that moment, with the ocean stretching out before them and the stars above, everything felt right. It was just the two of them—together.

[hyuneskkami]

❪ ⭑ ❫ starlight: chapter 5───lee know.

05. disneyland tokyo.

ꕀ cw. beauty and the beast & winnie the pooh mentioned! , mentions of food , cutesy stuff overall ; wc. 0.9k

we split up for the first ride at disneyland because we all had different priorities before we actually began the game.

hyunjin and I ended up at ‘the enchanted tale of beauty and beast’, an animated retelling which included a whole setup of the beast’s castle too. plus, since it was his and my favourite disney tale, we had even more fun.

hyunjin was more attentive towards the camera (for our vlog) because I couldn’t care less about it when I was watching a retelling of my favourite story.

soon after, to begin our ‘quests’, we had to start participating in rides and games together.

in the ‘monsters inc. ride and go seek’ game, we tallied our scores by the end to see which team could ‘reveal’ the maximum number of monsters (the rules of any of the games didn’t make sense, but who cared?).

I dragged han and minho with me to ‘pooh’s honey hunt’, which counted more as a story and less as a game, but for the sake of nostalgia and love for the old cartoon, we went.

lastly, we went to the haunted mansion with mini loudness indicators strapped to our collars to see who could get the least and highest scores.

we entered in a line, one behind the other, but quickly shuffled around (as soon as the door shut loudly) with muffled yelps.

my eyes adjusted to the dark pretty quickly, which I guess I owe to the countless nights I spent in practice rooms without many lights.

I saw hyunjin and felix holding hands tightly. han and jeongin clung tightly to chris’ shirt. changbin’s eyes were wide open, trying to see better. seungmin was as non-chalant as you’d expect him to be. and at last, I looked down to see minho’s fingers interlaced tightly with mine.

“scared kitty?” I whispered to him, and flashed him a grin.

“you wish,” he scoffed. “it’s because you’re gonna get scared later.”

“liar,” I remarked, and he nodded a little.

he was, indeed, a liar. and he knew it when we exited the haunted mansion and the staff told us that his and han’s were the loudest screams to be recorded.

“lee know-ssi and jisung-ssi were louder than the rest. hyunjin-ssi and y/n-ssi barely made any sound, though,” a staff member said.

“how was hyunjin less louder than the rest of us? he’s literally a drama queen!” seungmin protested. hyunjin stuck his tongue out at seungmin and walked away with that attitude of his.

by the time the sun set, the ‘electrical parade dreamlights’, a nighttime light parade, began.

all the members and I were walking slowly as we watched the lights flicker once in a while.

I was reviewing footage from the day, and I came across one video from a rollercoaster.

minho was sitting next to me, and the video was a little blurry. I asked him if he was okay, because of his fear of heights. and the fact that he was sitting beside me, in the first row.

“if you fall, i’ll catch you,” I said to him, joking.

“I already did,” he whispered, smiling softly at me, before the rollercoaster began and the audio was just felix and hannie screaming their lungs out.

I replayed the video twice, just to process what he had said. I hadn’t heard it when he said it on the rollercoaster because of han’s constant bickering from the second row. but… now? now, I was listening to the same clip. twice. thrice.

was I reading too much into it? or… what?

“I need food,” minho’s voice grumbled beside me. he sat down and rested his head on my shoulder. I tensed for a second, before relaxing. his presence felt comfortable, and the heat radiating from his body felt like home.

“you should try winning some time, then,” I taunted him. he pushed his head up from my shoulder and glared at me.

“noona!” jeongin’s voice suddenly boomed like a speaker was installed in place of his voice box.

he came skipping to the bench. “isn’t this footage perfect for the cover?”

he played the video, shoving himself in between minho and me.

the video he recorded was just a few frames long, from the time during sunset, and everything was chaotic… except, my eyes kept straying to a small set of pixelated hands brushing against each other—minho’s and mine.

it felt like a cute detail to leave in the video, and just thinking about it made blood rush to my neck and cheeks.

I compliment jeongin on his extremely clever and strategic cameramanship, and left the ‘loser table’ to go to the winners’ table—my table.

somehow, han, hyunjin, and I had won most of the challenges. we got delicious food as a result, while the other members were given boring meals.

I looked back to a sulking minho and slipped him some of my pudding and a slice of hyune’s chicken pizza. his eyes twinkled as he smiled.

soon after, we ended up sharing all our food with the rest of the members and staff as well, who had worked hard in keeping the chaotic kids in line for an entire day.

we returned to our hotel rooms, and all of us fell asleep in a huge cuddle pile in chan’s room.

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[gayofthefae]

Season 1 is Mike and El's love story because season 1 serves as a prologue:

Part of the thing with Mike and his romance with El is that he doesn't overtly seem to have a storyline outside of it. And that means that his primary character arc must be tied to and his demonstration in the final season of said character arc, which is confirmed for him is not complete yet, would be in his relationship with her.

But they got together in season 1. In the situation where he is straight and his character arc focus is to do with being with her...they started him with 0 need to grow in season. one.

If Mike were straight, the focus of his arc would be something he achieved in episode 8. of 42.

There isn't focus on them the way there is because they're the "main couple". There's focus on them because there's been nothing left for them to do as a couple since episode 8 of currently 34. (Their conflict serves a different purpose now).

In season 1, Mike would have needed to allow himself to see himself as deserving of El and be vulnerable enough to make a move. In episode 3, he worries she would judge him because of the bullying, but he overcomes that and does make a move.

If that's his arc....that's it. If that's his arc, then everything after that just repeated an already solved issue in order to solve it again. And I understand why people who think that hate it.

But when every other arc is written for 4-5 seasons...doesn't anyone find it odd that what they think Mike's was only written for 1? The others prove that they clearly planned for being renewed so....what gives?

I'll tell you what gives. Someone having an arc that completes itself that quickly with so much left is not an arc, it's a set up. It isn't an arc. Season 1 of 5? That's still just exposition in the grand scheme of things. They didn't finish a story then fall off. They simple established a fact: Mike and El are together and they got together in this way. All important information to have for later. They were not telling a love story. They were establishing a fact.

And then what they did with that fact was tell a story: a boy in a straight relationship behaves in a way that he shouldn't and didn't before being with her. - to know that we need to see him before he's with her.

Season 1 is simple: meet Mike before El. They're dating now btw.

That isn't a love story. It's just information you'll need for later. Season 1 is just "information you'll need for later when we tell you a story based on it".

That's what it is for literally everybody in the show, actually! Think Lucas Sinclair. Season 1 serves to show him before he met Max, much more tense and easily stressed a person. In season 2 his story really STARTS. Season 1 is his "before". The same is true of establishing Nancy and Steve and the way they are still together in the end of season 1. Will is also not in season 1 at all but he is a MAJOR part of the story and lore.

So if season 1 is just their "before"...what does that mean for the love story fully contained to season 1 with no further romance, payoff, or get-together outside of it?

I've said before: literally all they had to do was interrupt them two seconds earlier and save the first kiss for the Snow Ball. But season 2 is part of the story, not the prologue, and them kissing was just to have them start dating as soon as possible so by the time we hit the story, we knew it to be true.

But I understand. If all of us were given prologues thinking they were stories, our perceptions of the book would be much different. It makes complete sense why the perception from people who watched in 2016 and people who binge it now are so different. 2024 bingers perceive it as a prologue. They know the happy ending isn't left there because the drop down menu has three more numbers in it. They understand that this is just information to work off of. They expect more of those two's love story but when they aren't given it they go "huh, guess that was just in the prologue".

Mike and El's relationship isn't a story. It's lore. It's backstory. There's just no way to convey that when releasing it chronologically (and calling it a prologue would be assuming/seeming to depend on a renewal and would not have gotten picked up).

The STORY is his behavioral change.

[letstalkhockey]

𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣; 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

SUMMARY: Inwhich people change, and so does summer camp. Teenagers all spending summer together; with y/n falling in love with no other than Jack Hughes, will rivalry's and rules keep them apart? Or will status and no other than Jack himself, ruin everything?

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT *I do not encourage you to go beyond this point if you are sensitive to any further topics. MINORS DNI - Violence, Smut, Indications to smut, Alcohol & substance use, swearing, cheating, mentions to serious topics, etc.

NOTE: Welcome to chapter one; back at it, taking longer than I expected to write this, I made sure it’s something that I love but you guys will too. I’m so excited to begin this journey.🤍

*Also, should i publish this book on wattpad?

MASTERLIST(S): main m.list \ camp films \ playlist

Surviving Camp Michigan; Back at it 3,2k WC

“Fuck!”

You were always early for the first day of camp; early enough to help set up everything, and for a chance to set up your cabins table in the best spot. 

First come - First serve. For the past two years ever since claiming ownership to Cabin A’s captain, and with your spot as one of the counselors, it was always a top priority to get the spot. It was perfect - in clear view for any new campers coming in so that you'd be the first crew that they'd see, unlike Cabin B, C, or D. Which would have been displayed elsewhere. Your cabin A, consisted of an only girls group, Cabin B claiming ownership to a strict ‘boys-only’ policy, Cabin C was more of a diverse group, with boys and girls, but most newcomers would pick either A or B. Camp D? Lets just say, no one joins it. It was more or less a group created by some douche that wanted to make a group just to make a group. The poor guy always ends up alone for the summer, and for the dodgeball torty. Ouch. One summer he managed to win. how? None of us know. 

Each Cabin had a group of 5 counselors, with one team captain, and co-captain. You were captain, and  was co. Each newcomer got to choose which team they wanted to be a part of the first day, which is why it's so important to get the best spot. It was important to get the spot before cabin b, cabin c had always ended up in their own little spot, they didn't care. They knew they'd end up with the picked over groups of kids who had no interest in being involved in some stupid rivalry between A & B, or values either crew had. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

You quickly pushed through the crowds of newcomers and parents, apologizing while running, and dragging your bags through the gravel. Just moments prior you were waving your final goodbyes to your parents you wouldn’t see for the next month, although that wasn’t of your concerns at the moment. You were late. Really late.

You pushed through the last few people, expecting to see Lacey, em, liv, and Abby stood behind the table which would hold everything for the newcomers which decided to join your crew. To your suprise, when you reached the camps ground, you were not greeted with your girls. Instead, as your eyes flicked across the table and those who stood behind it, your jaw dropped, and your luggage. “Is this a joke?”

Their stood Will, Joey, Ty, as in Tyler, Chris, and no other than Jack fucking Hughes; stood with a bright smile, each boy clad in a tank top, with obvious cuts on the sleeves to make it look like one. The words ‘muscle MILFS’ plastered on the front, each boy with a number under the writing which you’d guessed to be their hockey jersey numbers. As you made your way over to the table ran by the group of boys you could've sworn you felt your stomach twist in knots. Your hands slammed down onto the wooden table, flimsy table which stood in the middle of the dirt, butting in front of some random kids who were in line.

“Seriously?”

 You yelled at all the boys who stood behind the table, Jack, whom had his back turned for only a second had been quick to turn back on his heels, a shit eating grin plastered on his face when his eyes traveled up and down your frame. “Oh hey, sunshine,” he bit at his lower lip, the asshole laughed.

“Screw you, Hughes. Where is my table?” You continued to make your yelling debut, embarrassing yourself - but infuriated with the now boy, who stood across from you, and with his arms crossed over his chest, he turned his head to the side and nodded towards where your table had been, in the back. The back of the camp. Where Cabin C usually stood, but by the looks of it, Cabin C occupied the second best spot for their table. 

Slowly, you dragged a few feet away from the table, which stood in the one place your always had, you collected your belongings, slowly - defeatedly.

“In your dreams sunshine.” His face lit up with a smile whilst he spoke, “are you looking to join a cabin? Because the one for losers is over that way.” Ok asshole. You hook your  head as Jack pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. And after flipping each boy off you made your way to where each of your girls sat on the table. Some of the other boys stood next to him watched over their shoulders while laughing, it was obvious that they knew what it was they were doing.

“Can you believe this?’ Em spoke from her spot on the uncomfortable bunk bed which she sprawled herself out on when you took it upon yourself to go change into one of the matching t-shirts me and all the girls shared.

“Can i believe ‘Muscle MILFS’ are absolutely fucking us over? No. Or that Cabin C, Mallory Holloway is gaining more members than we are? Absolutely not.”I sighed and pulled the t-shirt over my head, an appropriate shirt, unlike those who’d written muscle milfs, on a goddamn homemade wife beater tank top. 

I wanted to throw my belongings across the room, smashing a couple of things in the process, maybe that would get rid of the anger I had built up. Everything possible that could go wrong, was going wrong. It felt like some bad dream, some sick joke. Or even a curse. Coming to camp has been my outlet, - my world - but the only world I felt like I was existing in now, was Jack Hughes’s.

“Our table has barely had any kids come over, their group either stealing them all or sending them over to Holloway,” Em bit into her granola bar while staying sprawled out on her bed, “what was it Hughes even said to you anyway? He was staring over at you before we came in here. And while you walked over to us.” 

“It was nothing, he was only trying to rub it in my face that he got the best spot, then proceeded to call me a loser because of where we were stood.” I continued to put on my sneakers before checking myself out in the mirror which stood in the corner of the cabin, making sure to fix my ponytail and flatten down the sides of my jean skirt. 

Em hummed while chewing her food, “What a dick.” Em was quick to sit up and throw her shoes on, “None of us can believe Lacey is still seeing Joey, he acted like he had nothing to do with her the moment she went up to him in front of the guys when we got here, they’re not even sneaking around anymore. Everyone knows,” Em rambled on as the two of you exited the cabin, making sure to lock the cabin door behind you before walking back out into the chaos, watching as liv and Abby spoke to a newcomer and an older woman. You weren’t sure where Lacey had run off too, but basing off what em told you, she probably needed a moment alone. 

You and em skipped your way over, your ponytail swaying with each step you took. You made sure to smile bright and big as you walked behind the table where the two other girls had stood. “We encourage you to choose us- oh, here are two of our other counselors, our Captain Y/n, and Em.” Abby and liv were quick to introduce the two of you to the pair which stood in front of you, the mother gave you both a quick smile while the younger girl fidgeted with the accessories sprawled out on your table. 

“Well, I know how camp works, and it’s always important to get the best group. At your guys age I was the same way, a counselor captain,” The woman winked your way as the four of you stood and listened, “And I think this group you guys have will be the perfect fit for Lola.” The woman smiled again, this time pulling her daughter - Lola - into her side.

“We think she’ll be a perfect addition to our group!” Em spoke, grabbing a t-shirt from the table and handing it to the woman. “You can take your right over that way, she’ll be able to meet the other campers and other group members that she will be with. If you need any more information please take one of our pamphlets!” You spoke while pointing with your arm over towards where every camper who has chosen their group either sat, or stood, engaging with one and other. 

The mother picked up a pamphlet - making sure to sign hers & Lola’s name down on the sheet with contact information - before walking Lola over to the group of kids. You looked down at the sheet, which had only 4 names written, 4 out of 20 slots were filled. Luckily for your group, as the day progressed and the three hours of this that you had to collect group members had given you the chance to fill all 20 of those slots. Given the area you were placed, you didn’t think you’d even fill half, but thankfully liv and em are good with game plans; they'd been quick  to make signs and stand at the entrance, which encouraged kids to go straight for your table based off of what they had written on the sign. Promising each kid a freezie when they signed up. Which worked, and each kid got their freezie.

About halfway through that time, Lacey came back, from where? you still had no idea. She looked and acted surprisingly okay. Given the previous situation that happened between her and Joey. At one point, she did catch you up on everything that happened before you got to camp, and even things that happened over the time spent away from camp. 

When everyone had themselves situated into a group, the campers were invited to an introductory in the dining hall by the staff, given the counselors had to clean up everything they’d put out. The counselors were usually always invited to watch it, but seeing as it’s the same every year, none of you had too. You knew the rules, you knew the rivalry’s, you knew the activists since each one of you had a part in organizing them. Plus you wanted to catch up with your girls while you had the time to; as if you wouldn’t have time to before bed. 

The girls offered to go grab some water for every counselor, but seeing as you were late and played no part in setting it up, you offered to stay behind while they ran off to continue to pack everything up and put everything away. You’d collected whatever had been left of accessories and put them into the box which you’d keep in case anyone lost any needed accessory. Then you got on to having to fold up your table, which was not a one person job, but regardless you tried it on your own, but kept failing. On your fifth attempt to fold the extremely heavy table, failing, you heard a snicker come from behind you. Lone and behold, there was no other than Jack Hughes which stood with his shoulder leaning up against the stack of canoes.

“Having a hard time princess?” He said with a smirk plastered on his annoying face. You rolled your eyes before attempting to fold the table, and yet again failing. 

“No. I’ve got it-“

Failed.

It wasn’t long before Jack took it upon himself to walk to the other side of the table, and with you accepting defeat, in one Swift motion the two of you had the table folded up and reading to be carried into storage. 

“Y’know, you could’ve just asked for help,” Jack said as the two of you took a side of the table and began carrying it to the storage cabin. 

“From you? I’ll pass.” 

Jack laughed, shaking his head, “well my group has been done cleaning up for the past half hour, watching you try and do this yourself was just embarrassing.” He spoke while the two of you continued to make your way to the cabin across camp. 

You decided to not say anything, knowing whatever it was he wanted to get out of you he wasn’t getting. You knew he was trying his best to rile you up just to get you in trouble. “Where’d your hot friends go, anyway? ‘Thought they might’ve stayed and helped out.” His voice was cut off by a grunt when you shoved the table with your hip, shoving it into his side as the two of you reached the storage cabin. “Ow.” 

The two of you placed the table against the multiple other tables which stood against the wall, making sure your time in the same space as Jack was short lived, you made your way out while he was still perfecting the way the table stood, making your way back to clean up the rest of the mess you left behind. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that without Jack's help you would still be at it with the table.

As you made your way back, it hadn’t been long before the sound of running footsteps had become louder, and louder with each step you took. You knew it was Jack, and you definitely knew it was Jack when his hand reached out and grabbed ahold of your shoulder, trying to stop you in the process of walking back to stop and catch his breath. With a shrug of your shoulder his hand was off you while you kept walking. Hearing his heavy breathing behind you meant he’d still been walking and following behind you, even after you shrugged him off.

“Wait up,” he yelled out while following you. “Stop walking so- so fast.” He said between deep breaths while walking next to you, finally catching up. “I think you forgot something.” 

You turned your head towards the boy whose face has been red, either sunburnt, or sunburnt and mixed with sweat. While continuing at the same pace you’d been, “Forgot what?” You asked.

“A thank you? For my help?”

Oh, he wanted to play that game. 

“Actually, you offered to help, I didn’t ask you too. You helped me carry a table, you didn’t save my life.”

As you reached the spot where you still had things to clean up, he stood in silence, his eyes darting down at you while you picked up things from the grass which most likely had fallen from your table. Collecting pins, and any fallen accessories. Jack stood with his arms crossed, likely he still expected a thank you. When you stood back up and picked up your box, you began to walk back to your cabin. Jack still following you in silence.  The girls still haven't come back with any water, if only they did, then maybe Jack would get off your ass.

“For the love of god,” you turned on the heels of your shoes, now facing Jack as the two of you stood outside your cabins door on the small deck. “Stop following me.” 

He leant up against the railing, with a shake of his head, and his still being crossed over his chest, he looked up from your feet to your face. “I deserve a thank you, princess. Whether or not I ‘saved your life’ or helped you carry a table.” 

You put the key in the cabins door, turning it so that it would unlock, when it did you were quick to open the door and make your way inside of your cabin. Before you could close the door completely, it had been held open by jacks hand, he was a lot quicker than you thought. He held the door open before he walked into your cabin himself, he looked around to each bed, and everything that had been decorations; From the Polaroids on the walls to signs which were hung, one spelling out ‘NO BOYS ALLOWED’, which he laughed at. 

“So this is the cabin you losers are in,” he watched you place the box under what he assumed to be your bed. “Jack you have to go.” You whisper-shouted at him, standing up and walking towards him, he only took it upon himself to back up further, his back against your cabins door. Completely shutting it. The strict no boys in girls cabins policy, had been strict. If anyone was to catch him even in your cabin, you would be he one to get in trouble. Not him.

His hands went up in a fake surrender. His laugh echoing throughout the entire cabin. “Fine. Fine, I’ll go. But under one condition.” 

You were the one to cross your arms over your chest this time, looking in every direction of a window, making sure no one had been near your cabin. 

“What!? Do you still want me to thank you? Because you need to go. Thank you, Jack. Is that what you wanted?” 

You felt nauseous those words had even come out of your mouth. You didn’t want to thank him but he had to go. And you knew that was what he wanted.

A huge smile spread out across his face, he moved from the door and opened it, about half way throughout the door he stopped. “See, that’s not so hard,” he smirked. “I’ll see you tonight at the bonfire, princess.” 

And then, he was gone. The door shut after he shot you a wink, leaving you alone in the cabin. You’d forgetting about the girls who’d probably came back with water to an empty space, but you couldn’t even register what was happening. You found yourself against the door, sliding down in and sitting on the floor. Your head leant back against it. Were you falling for Jack Hughes? NO. no you weren’t.

What the fuck.

s: April 30, 2024

f: May 3, 2024

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[matts-girlfriend]

It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 3

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters.

Y/N slammed the front door shut behind her and instantly regretted it.

Too loud.

She winced, waiting.

One beat. Two.

“M’sleeping, you fuckin’ brat,” came the grumbled voice from the couch.

Right on cue.

She rolled her eyes, not bothering to answer. The living room stank like beer and burnt-out anger. Her stepdad was still face-down on the recliner, TV playing some late-night game show he’d probably passed out halfway through.

She didn’t look at him. She never did.

Instead, she slipped off her boots and made a beeline down the hall—towards the one part of this house that didn’t feel like it was falling apart.

“Ava,” she called, knocking twice before cracking the door open.

Inside, her sixteen-year-old sister was curled up on the bed with one AirPod in and a bag of Doritos balanced on her chest. The LED lights were on purple, casting shadows across her posters and shelves of skincare and thrifted jewelry.

“You good?” Y/N asked.

Ava glanced up, smirked. “Define good.”

Y/N gave her a look, stepping inside and flopping down on the foot of the bed.

“I swear to god if you’re gonna give me some older-sister life advice right now I’m gonna throw this bag at your face.”

“Relax, I’m just asking if he’s been a dick again.”

Ava paused. “…Is that rhetorical?”

Y/N sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah. Guess it is.”

They sat there in silence for a minute. The house groaned around them, same as it always did when the pipes creaked or the walls felt too thin.

“I hate this place,” Ava muttered, pulling her knees to her chest. “I hate pretending like I’m okay when he looks at me like he’s two seconds from snapping.”

Y/N reached out, tugged one of her sister’s socks down just to annoy her. “Yeah. Me too.”

“But you’re not gonna leave, are you?”

“I’m saving,” Y/N said. “Give me three more months. Then we’re out.”

Ava didn’t say anything for a while. Just nodded, lips tight.

“You promise?” she asked eventually. Quiet. Like she already expected to be let down.

Y/N looked her dead in the eye. “I promise. Cross my heart and all that cheesy shit.”

Ava cracked the tiniest smile. “You’re so cringe.”

“Shut up, you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

⸻

An hour later, Y/N couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts. Too much noise inside her skull.

So she did what she always did when the world felt like it was crushing her chest—she grabbed a hoodie, slipped out the window, and hit the streets.

The air was cold, sharp in her lungs. Streetlamps buzzed overhead, flickering like they were just as tired as she was. Her boots thudded softly on the pavement as she walked the edge of town, past shuttered storefronts and 24-hour diners that smelled like coffee and broken dreams.

She ended up near the bus depot.

Of course.

Chris was there again—hoodie on, cigarette behind his ear this time, blunt already lit between his fingers. Same corner. Same effortless cool like he owned the sidewalk.

He looked up when he saw her. Raised a brow. “Twice in one week. Starting to think you’re stalking me.”

Y/N didn’t stop walking. “Yeah, because this is where I’d stalk someone. The fuckin’ Greyhound station.”

Chris laughed. Low and real.

She finally stopped a few feet away, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall opposite him.

“You good?” he asked after a beat.

She looked at him. Eyes a little tired. Voice flat. “No.”

Chris held out the blunt. “Then come be not-good with me.”

She took it. No hesitation this time.

They smoked in silence for a minute, just passing it back and forth under the dead sky.

“You always look this sad when you’re alone?” he asked.

“You always ask questions you don’t wanna hear the answers to?”

He shrugged. “I’m not scared of heavy shit.”

Y/N stared at the streetlamp across from them. “My stepdad’s drunk ninety percent of the time. When he’s not drinking, he’s yelling. And when he’s not yelling, he’s ignoring us. I’ve been the adult in my house since I was thirteen. Ava’s sixteen. I’ve been raising her longer than I’ve been able to legally drink.”

Chris didn’t say anything. Just leaned his head back against the wall and looked at her through the smoke.

“People think I’m mean,” she continued. “But if I cared too much, I’d never survive. That’s how I keep my shit together.”

She passed him the blunt again.

Chris took it but didn’t smoke. Just held it between his fingers.

“My mom left,” he said. “Dad’s a good guy but he’s got no clue how to talk about anything real. It was just me, Nick, and Matt for most of it. We raised each other, basically.”

“That explains a lot.”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, we’re all a little fucked.”

Y/N looked at him. Noticed how he wasn’t trying to impress her tonight. No cocky smirk. No smooth lines.

Just a boy with too much smoke in his lungs and too many ghosts in his chest.

“I should go,” she said suddenly, glancing at her phone. “Ava’ll freak if she wakes up and I’m not there.”

Chris looked like he wanted to stop her. Or maybe ask for her number. But she was already backing away.

“See you around, tattoo boy,” she said, already turning.

“Wait—” he called, but she didn’t stop.

Didn’t look back.

And Chris just stood there, the blunt burning low in his hand, watching the girl who didn’t let him in—but made him want to try anyway.

a/n: progress…hm

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[divinityandfanfics]

“One in Millions”

NEBULA

a/n: this is part 1 :3

blurb: “streamer gojo has millions of fans, and fangirls. when he announced a meet-and-greet, he spotted you in the crowd. eventually, falling in love and approaching you after the event is over.”

PART 2

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU

WARNINGS: simping , questionable fangirls , swearing

REMINDERS;

☆ super famous streamer gojo

☆ female pronouns used for reader

☆ reader is just an ordinary fan of gojo

☆ like the DSMP, gojo is part of a gamer team named Jujutsu Kaisen

☆ non-curse au

»»————-　♡　————-««

satoru didn’t have a clue on what streaming was,

before his bestfriend, suguru introduced him to it.

he thinks it was kind of smart.

recording without the need to edit it later,

with the only consequence being that you had to perform live.

suguru told satoru and their other friends (megumi, yuji, toge, and ryomen) about it too.

eventually, they all started a gaming group.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

satoru was a normal streamer.

play games, get paid.

and, it actually pays much more than he first expected.

so he continued.

he didn’t expect people to like watching a stranger play games in front of a camera live,

a very pretty stranger at that..

but if it pays well, it pays well.

at first, he got a couple hundred people watching his streams, due to him being part of the new gamer group.

satoru grew, both to appreciate his fans, and in popularity.

he was now the most popular in their group,

jujutsu kaisen.

the members,

suguru geto,

yuji itadori,

ryomen sukuna,

toge inumaki,

megumi fushiguro,

oh, and him, satoru gojo.

like suguru, satoru had many fans- and fangirls.

but his playful demeanor, and him not being very mature led to suguru getting more simps.

i guess personality does matter.

but, that’s not the point.

satoru still had fangirls, millions of them.

women flocked in his chat, going

--

“omg gojo marry me!!1!1!!1”

“one chance gojo”

“JUST THE TIP GOJO PLSS”

“i would oil up for gojo tbh”

“gojo expand my domain like u did in that one fighting game🙏🏻”

“gojo my glorious gorgeous blue-eyed king”

“GOJO I LOVE YOU SM”

--

he was used to it now.

he was a huge streamer, with a lot of simps.

the weird comments helped fuel his ego,

so he let them be.

he never did any of those boyfriend-experience type stuff, he thinks those are pointless.

suguru and ryomen did BFE, though.

as long as people simp for just his looks, voice or anything he does normally on stream,

he doesn’t need to respond with flirty messages.

so, he just played games that are popular or those that chat recommened him to play.

eventually, he hit 20 million subscribers.

he was filled with joy.

and suguru, catching up at 18.5 mil,

requested they start a meet-and-greet where the group would be up in a stage, answering random questions from fans.

satoru thought about it for a moment, before agreeing.

a meet-and-greet would be fine.

so, the jujutsu kaisen meet-and-greet begins next month.

satoru talked about it on stream, saying the other members will also be there.

everyone was hype,

and people can watch it at home.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the time has come.

the time to meet fans in person has.

satoru and the other members went to the meet-and-greet.

the millions of fans were seated infront of the stage, and it filled the entire place.

the first up the stage was megumi, his fans screaming for him.

second, yuji, his fans cheering his name.

third, sukuna, his fans screaming his name.

next, toge, and his fans yelled for him.

then, suguru, and his fans started to yell weird shit at him.

--

1 - “suguru daddy!!”

2 - “babygirl!!”

3 - “SUGURU I LOVE YOUUU!!”

4 - “I WANT HIM!!”

5 - “he’s so hot in person what the fuck”

6 - “girl shut your ass up im tryna record”

7 - “OH MY DAYS SUGURU GETO PLEASE MARRY ME”

8 - “not the full name LMAOO”

9 - “i need him biblically bro”

10 - “what the actual fuck (9’s name)?”

9 - “listen, hear me o─”

11 - “WOO GETOO”

12 - “GETO I LOVE YOUR VOICE!!”

--

and all he does is wink at his audience.

and then, people started to squeal, waiting for satoru gojo himself.

the lights went out, replacing them with bright blue ones.

“whoever designed this wants to fuck gojo.” toge whispered to megumi.

megumi nodded at his comment, looking at satoru who was going to go up the stage.

the moment fans saw satoru’s feet land on the stage, they started making hella noise.

1 - “BITCH RECORD PROPERLY AND STOP SIMPING”

2 - “DADDY’S HOMEE!!”

3 - “gojo!!”

4 - “GOJO KEEP WALKING I’M SO CLOSE”

3 - “motherfucker what the fuck did you just say”

5 - “RAHHH GOJO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH”

6 - “SOMEONE PLAY HIS THEME SONG”

7 - “IS YOU SAY DADDY’S HOMEEE”

6 - “I SAID PLAY IT USHER SINGS IT BETTER”

7 - “FUCK YOU (6’s name)”

8 - “OH MY LORD GOJO I LOVE YOU!!”

9 - “GOJO COME HOME THE KIDS ARE WAITING”

10 - “SOMEONE RECORD THIS FOR ME”

and satoru started to chuckle, reaching the other group members as he strided across the stage.

11 - “OH MY LORD HE LOOKS SO SEXY”

12 - “bro shut the fuck up”

13 - “don’t worry (11’s name) i agree”

“wow satoru, you really got bitches, huh?” sukuna asks.

“well, i mean, you and suguru have more than me.” satoru scoffs, fixing his sunglasses.

“no worries, satoru. you’re still the most popular, remember?” suguru pats his bestfriend on the back.

satoru fakes a pout, avoiding suguru’s gaze.

just then, one of the staffs climb up the stage.

“alright, quiet down everyone!”

“today, we will ask the famous group; Jujutsu Kaisen, some questions!”

“we will give everyone 10 minutes to submit their questions in this box, which will be distributed to each fans!”

“the fellas in the navy blue chairs are megumi’s, in the orange chairs are yuji’s, white chairs are toge’s, red chairs are ryomen’s, black chairs are suguru’s, and lastly, baby blue chairs are satoru’s!”

and the staff start distrubuting the boxes, paper and pens.

and they all start to write down questions.

after the 10 minute timer went off, the staff went to pick up the boxes again.

~~~

“alright, let’s answer some of fushiguro’s!”

the staff with the mic signaled megumi to come closer to the center.

“so, fushiguro,”

“‘who was the man that walked in your room in one of your streams? he seems hot,’ by abby!”

...

“you mean my father?” megumi answered, mic in his hands.

the other group members laughed,

wait,

was his dad really that hot? (yes)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“alright, question to gojo!”

and satoru confidently walks over the center.

“‘are you single? you look very attractive’ by melanie!”

“yes, yes. i am very single, and ready to mingle!” satoru winks over at his audience, and they start going crazy.

1 - “REALLYY?? MARRY ME THEN”

2 - “OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO SEXY”

3 - “oh my fucking god he looks so good”

“hm, next question,”

“‘do you have any specific type, gojo?’ by.. oh! it’s by yuki-senpai!”

“yuki tsukumo, the famous streamer?” satoru asks.

“yes.”

“well, i guess i like girls.. who are kind, and affectionate. those who can support me even if i’m being a quote unquote, ‘little goober.’”

“with a very pleasant face that won’t make me vomit everytime i look at them!” he smiles.

the fans started to cheer, finally knowing satoru’s ideal woman.

“you didn’t have to make it so deep,” suguru let out an airy chuckle as he said that when satoru returns to the group.

“it’s true though.” satoru smirks.

“wow, and i thought you only cared about looks. i’ve been lied to.” suguru fakes a pout.

“blegh, wouldn’t want a pretty woman who only wants me for my money,” satoru chides.

“ehh, fair.”

satoru sat on his comfortable chair, watching the next question, which he assumed was for ryomen.

as satoru was eyeing the audience,

everything was chill,

until

he spotted you.

you were wearing a white t-shirt with a big jacket ontop, with some comfortable leggings on, headphones sat on your shoulders.

your backpack was nuzzled on your back, and you were seated on a baby blue chair.

you looked heavenly.

your pretty, doe eyes focusing on the stage.

your pretty plump, kissable lips.

you were perfect.

it almost made satoru drool.

“whatcha lookin’ at?” suguru spoke, snapping satoru out of his thoughts.

“nothing.” satoru shrugs.

“are you looking at a pretty woman that will possibly use you for your money?” suguru mocks.

“shut up, we don’t even know her yet.”

“so you were looking!” suguru laughs.

“ughh..” satoru takes another glance at you, before facing his friends, attempting to forget about you.

you were just another one of his manic fangirls.

another one of those women that will not hesitate to say the freakiest shit to ever come out of a human mouth.

satoru sighs,

butterflies flying in his stomach as he pictures your appearance in his mind.

he eyes the crowd again, searching for your face.

bingo,

found you.

“who’s that?” he mutters,

unfortunately loud enough for the black-haired fella to hear.

“what’s that, satoruu?” he cheekily said.

satoru gives up, letting suguru lean on his shoulder.

“who are you looking at?” suguru said, his face basically squished with satoru’s.

“that pretty girl right there.” satoru points at you, quickly taking his hand back.

“ooh, she’s pretty.”

“no shit, suguru.”

“well, maybe you should ask for her number? she’s a fan of yours!”

satoru lightens up.

right, you’re a fan!

and you’re sitting on a baby blue chair.

meaning..

you’re a fan of his!

(he was so mesmerized, that he forgot about it.)

“i’ll ask for her number later i guess..” satoru mumbles, pink tinting his cheeks.

“never saw you fall this hard for someone. nor fall in love in general.”

“well then now you have.”

“update me on how it goes later, alright?”

“i hate you, suguru.”

“yeahh, but you weren’t going to ask her if i never told you.”

“shut up.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“now’s your time, satoru.” suguru reminds his blue-eyed friend.

“i know.”

“what? because you were staring at her for the rest of the meet-and-greet?”

“what!? no! i’m not a creep!”

“uh-huhh..”

as the staff told everyone the event is over, but they can talk with their idols for the last time before going home if they want.

you stay seated in your chair, interacting with your phone.

satoru spots another girl seated next to you,

if he were to guess,

that’s probably your friend.

“(y/n)! did you see how gojo winked!? he was soo winking at me!”

“yeah, yeah. keep feeding your delusions, (f/n).”

“hey!” your friend scoffs.

“he’s a famous streamer, there’s a 90% chance he will never like you back.”

“10% is still big.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“c’mon (y/n)! you’re a fan of his too!”

“yeah, but i watch for the gameplay, not to get butterflies from his voice, or looks.”

ah, so you’re different.

you’re not one of those.. people.

you’re a normal fan, who watches for the gameplay.

finally.

satoru couldn’t say the same for your friend, though.

“c’mon (y/n)! let’s go talk to gojo!”

“ughh, fine.”

satoru shared a glance with his bestfriend, signaling you were coming.

suguru looked towards you, and told him to act normal.

satoru didn’t know how to do that, though.

the butterflies were starting to spawn in his stomach.

it almost hurt.

“hi! we’re fans!” he heard your friend speak.

“oh, hello.” he turned his head to the both of you.

he eyed you both, well, mostly you.

“greetings, my friend would like your autograph.” you handed out a notepad, with a pen.

“stop using deep words! it’s not needed!” your friend pointed at you.

“i’m talking to a famous streamer, of course i’m formal about it.”

“meh, i guess you’re right.”

satoru took the things you handed to him, writing his name on the cheap notepad.

“here you go.” he handed them back.

“thank you very much, my friend will definitely hug this all nigh─”

“thanks! thanks gojo!” your friend quickly put a hand on your mouth.

she took the notepad and pen, turning you around to leave.

“see, wasn’t so hard now, was it?” suguru smirked.

“suguru, my stomach hurts.” satoru confessed.

“that’s just the butterflies, ignore them.”

“when am i going to tell her?”

“shit, i completely forgot.”

“suguru!”

“chase after her, now!”

“alright alright─”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you and your friend were already outside, you were waiting for your friend as you scrolled on your phone.

you heard the doors open, and you took a glance.

you saw satoru leave, whipping his head left and right,

like he was looking for someone.

he looked at you,

“there you are!”

huh?

he was looking for you?

“oh, uhm, hello?” you said.

“hi─ haha-”

“what do you need?”

“i need to ask you for something!”

you tilted your head in a sign of confusion.

“you─”

...

“your number!”

your eyes widen, was the satoru gojo asking for your number?

“well, do you have your phone with you?” you ask, turning your head to him.

“i─ yeah!”

you opened your hand toward him, signaling for his phone.

he placed it on the palm of your hand.

you put in your number, giving it back to him.

“th─ thank you!”

you heard the bathroom door open, your friend squealing as she opened it.

you turned your head to glance at her, and satoru quickly went inside again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“so, how did it go?” suguru asks.

“good, i got her number.”

“congratulations! you won’t die alone now.”

“suguru! we’re not even together yet!”

“yet.”

“i hate that you’re right..” satoru’s head drops.

“i do want to make her mine. it would’ve been easier if she was one of those fangirls, but i don’t want them, they’re weird and freaky.”

“just shoot your shot, you’ll get there eventually.”

“sigh, you’re right.” satoru looks at his phone, planning to call you later tonight.

LETS GO 🫶🏻 finally done with part 1!!

hope you enjoyed, because part 2 is also done >:)

[inthe-dark-tonight]

Falling into My Sins

chapter two: behind your father’s home

dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 1 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

summary: you make plans with your mystery man from the bar the night before, only to end up having to cancel when your dad tells you he invited his best friend and his family over for sunday night dinner. when they show up, you’re shocked to find that you and your dad's best friend have already met once before. a moment alone after dinner ends in a way you never would've imagined.

word count: 3.8k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) alcohol consumption, light swearing, smut, unsafe p in v, dirty talk, pet names, no use of y/n, after this one joel is going to be an ass so…. enjoy it while it lasts. i think that’s it let me know if I missed anything pls!

notes: okay part two is here!! it’s going to get a bit angsty after this, but i’m so excited to share this chapter <3

thank you again to my bestie @shatteredbaby for proofreading, ilysm babe 🤍

The next morning you’re surprisingly not hungover from last night’s events. You roll over to grab your phone and check the time, then you see a text from an unknown number on your screen.

I’d love to take you out tonight, if you’re willing. Let me know if you’re free. -The Contractor

You smile and let out a content sigh as you think of a reply.

Sure, maybe you can tell me your name then, mystery man ;)

It’s nearly noon when you put your phone back down on the nightstand and leap out of bed. You sprint down the stairs and walk into the kitchen to see your dad sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and reading something on his phone. You walk past him headed straight for the coffee pot.

“Morning, heard you come in last night. Was expecting you to be out later.” It comes out more as a question as he looks away from his phone and up at you.

“Oh yeah, Dee drank too much so we left pretty early.” You turn around towards him and lean back on the counter as you sip your coffee.

He puts his phone down and leans back in his chair. “Well we’re having guests later, I forgot to tell you.” He clears his throat. “My buddy Joel is coming for dinner. He’s bringing his brother and his daughter too so you can finally meet them all.”

Your dad met Joel during your second year of college around the time your parents split up. You don’t know much about Joel, your dad only bringing him up from time to time, and you didn’t visit home often after going away for school so you haven’t gotten the chance to meet him before now. Since you rented an apartment with friends and also had a job in the city, you usually just stayed there over the summer. Guess you won’t be seeing your mystery man later.

“Oh,” you try not to sound upset that you’re going to have to cancel your plans later. “Yeah, I guess it’s about time I meet them.” You force a small smile.

He looks pleased by your response. “You’ll help me prep later? They’re coming around 5 since his daughter Sarah has school in the morning.”

“Yeah, of course.” Your dad offers you a small smile then returns to reading on his phone.

You walk back towards your room to get yourself together, taking your coffee with you. Once you’ve closed your door and splayed out on your bed again, you pull out your phone to type another message.

Something came up, we’ll have to reschedule. Sorry :(

You pout a bit as you hit send. A few seconds later you get a reply, heart racing as you open it.

No problem sweetheart, forgot I had something going on later anyway. We can plan for another time.

You stare at the message for a few moments, hoping he’ll actually keep his word.

You tidy up your room and throw on something casual, a few minutes later hearing your dad moving around downstairs, before calling up to you.

“I’m leaving! Going to get some things for later tonight, be back in 20!”

“Okay! I’ll be here when you get back!” You call back to him.

You hear him shut the door as you lay back on your bed. Memories from the night before of your mystery man, the contractor, start playing through your head. Thinking about the way his large hands grabbed at your waist while he was kissing you sends a shiver through your body. You’re guessing he’s quite a bit older than you, considering the bit of gray in his hair and scruff. You’d never entertained the thought of seeing someone older than you, but this man was quite literally gorgeous. His side profile, the slope of his nose and his sharp jaw kept your eyes glued to him practically all night. You decide to whip out your phone and text him again.

Does Tuesday work? I don’t wanna wait much longer than that, Mystery Man.

You bite your cheek as you nervously wait for his reply.

“Perfect, wouldn’t want to keep you waiting, Killer.”

You smile at the nickname, then quickly type out a reply.

Good to know ;)

“How’s 8 sound? I’ll pick the spot.”

You hear your garage door opening and peek out your bedroom window to see your dad pulling in.

Can’t wait, gtg… don’t forget about me.

“Impossible.”

Your cheeks heat a bit at his last message. It would also be impossible for you to forget about him. You run down the stairs to help your dad unpack the things for tonight and start prepping.

It’s about 5:30 when your dad sends you out to the back porch to set up the table with plates and utensils, seeing to it that everything’s in order by the time your guests arrive. You’re still pretty bummed about canceling your plans tonight, but you can’t help but think about what could be in store for Tuesday. You’re busy finishing the set up when you hear some commotion inside, your back is to the door when you hear it slide open.

“Honey! I want you to meet my buddy Joel, his daughter Sarah and his brother Tommy. They live a few houses down.” Your dad sounds ecstatic.

You turn around quickly, smile plastered on your face, and then you’re frozen in place as your eyes meet with his.

Fuck.

Your heart drops, there’s a lump in your throat and it feels like someone’s squeezing your chest. You open your mouth like you’re going to speak but nothing comes out.

Your mystery man from the night before, the attractive older contractor that you were all over last night, is your dad’s best friend.

Joel steps through the glass door to the back deck, following your dad. Your back is facing him and as soon as you turn around, his eyes practically pop out of his head. It’s you. The beautiful girl he was with last night who’s going to be the death of him. He knows it now for certain. He can tell you’re just as shocked as he is by the way you’re standing there, perfect lips parted like you’re unsure of what to say. It feels like time has slowed down and he needs to get it together. He swallows back the lump in his throat and wipes his palms on his jeans.

“Uh, nice to finally meet you.” Joel reaches his hand out to shake yours.

He watches you closely as you pause for a moment staring at his hand, then slowly reach yours out to meet his. The touch of your soft hand immediately sends a shock of electricity through him.

“Hi,” you introduce yourself and your name leaves your lips, voice sounding so soft and sweet.

He feels weak in his knees finally hearing your name. Joel’s eyes are glued to you as you wave to Sarah and Tommy, introducing yourself again.

He’s so fucked.

Your dad is completely oblivious of the tension between you two, which is for the better. “Well c’mon, let's sit and eat.” he smiles and pulls out his chair.

You sit next to your dad who’s at the head of the table, across from Joel, and Sarah to your right. You won’t even look him in the eyes, which may be for the better, he thinks. He still can’t take his eyes away from you for more than a second.

“Mitch, you didn’t have to do all this.” Tommy says to your dad.

Joel watches you closely as you look over at Tommy.

“Oh it’s no big deal, this one helped me out,” your dad points to you with his thumb and you turn to him with a smile. “Anyway, it’s about time we have a proper dinner with all of us together.”

Your eyes flick to Joel’s for a second then back to your plate.

“So, where was it you were going to school again?” Tommy asks you.

“The Art Institute of Chicago.” You smile softly at Tommy.

“Oh, Art major?”

“Well,” You tilt your head side to side contemplating. “I studied Architecture.”

“Wow” he sounds surprised.

Joel is just as surprised. You didn’t mention any of this last night, but he also didn’t ask. He never even got your name, it was exciting in the moment how fast things were going. He never would’ve even imagined this would happen. What were the odds, his best friend’s daughter.

“So Sarah, you started senior year last week, right?” Your dad asks her.

“Yeah, already can’t wait to get it over with.” She rolls her eyes and smiles.

You turn towards her, “Have you thought about where you’ll apply for college yet?” You ask her.

“Probably UT and a few other schools in state, maybe some others, we’ll see.” Sarah smiles at you.

Joel decides he’s ready to speak, still a little shaken up. “So uh,” you freeze and look at him with wide eyes. “How come ya never visited home while gone at school?”

“I had a job up there, well, more like an internship,” you clear your throat. “I was also leasing an apartment so it was easier for me to stay during the summer, I sometimes would come visit for a weekend.” You’re looking down at your lap now.

“You found a job since coming back?” Tommy cuts in.

“No, applied for a few but nothing yet.”

Your dad rests his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll hear back from one soon bud, don’t worry.” You nod your head.

The rest of the meal is filled with chatter all over. Joel notices you’re avoiding him and that your conversation with Tommy is much more recurrent than with him - he’s growing bothered by it.

Once you’re all done eating, everyone goes inside for a beer, except for Sarah. You continue avoiding Joel, not even glancing towards him once you’re inside. While he talks with your dad and Tommy in the kitchen, you sit in the living room chatting with Sarah. He tries his best not to stare at you the whole night but he’s finding it hard.

Around 8 everyone finishes their first round, and shortly after, Sarah tells everyone she’s leaving because of school in the morning.

“See you later Sar, be safe walking.” Joel hugs her and kisses her head.

“Dad,” she whines. “It’s basically across the street.”

Joel laughs and squeezes her shoulder.

“Bye Sarah, it was nice finally meeting you” you’re smiling at her.

“You too.” She gives you a small hug and then is waving bye before walking out the front door.

“Text me when you’re home!” Joel calls out to her before the door closes.

Your dad grabs another round of beers from the fridge and hands them out. Joel needs it at this point, he needs to loosen up. He feels like he’s been tiptoeing around everything for the past few hours.

“Hey bud, do you mind cleaning up out back?” Your father asks you.

“Yeah, no problem.” You take a sip of your beer and set it on the counter before going out the back door.

“I’ll see if she needs some help, it’s the least I can do.” The truth is, Joel’s dying to talk to you, alone.

“I’m sure she’d appreciate that.” Joel smiles at your dad before walking towards the door.

Joel steps out onto the patio and sees you struggling to put down the umbrella in the center of the table. He slides the door shut and moves behind you, resting his hand on your lower back, reaching past you.

“Here, let me help you.” His voice is deep and it slightly startles you.

You turn towards him with wide eyes, then step back to let him help. He can feel your eyes on him.

“Thank you.” You whisper before clearing your throat. “I have to put it in the shed.” You gesture towards the side of the house.

He lifts it nonchalantly. “I’ll carry it for you.” He turns around and your eyes scan his form.

You don’t say a word before turning to walk towards the shed. He takes that as the cue to follow you. You still haven’t said a word to him and he’s itching to know what’s going through your mind. Are you thinking about last night as much as he is? It was killing him to sit across from you at dinner and not get more than a few glances from you.

When you get to the shed, you turn around to grab the umbrella from him, hands brushing his slightly before turning back to open the door. The look that was on your face tells him that you’re thinking about something and he can only imagine what. When you’re done, you close the door to the shed and turn back to him, standing there for a moment. Joel looks at you, lips slightly parted like he’s going to say something, but he decides not to.

“Thanks.” Your eyes flicker up to his before walking right past him.

The two of you start walking towards the house, Joel following behind you. You’re about to turn the corner back to the deck when you stop in your tracks. Joel freezes as you turn around to face him, a worried look plastered on your face.

The sun has set below the sky now, a bluish glow cast on everything in sight. The way your cardigan has slipped down exposing your shoulder has been driving him mad and it’s taking everything in him to not reach out and touch your soft skin. He just watches you for a moment waiting for you to say something, anything.

You take a deep breath. “Listen I-“ it comes out a little shaky. “I know this is probably really weird and, trust me, this is the last thing I was expecting.” It all comes spilling out so fast. “My dad’s best friend, it’s a little fucked up. So if you want to forget last night ever happened, I understand-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you up against the side of the house and pining you there. He’s been dying to touch you since dinner, and you thought he would be able to resist you? You have no idea. One of his hands rests on the side of your face while the other practically claws at your waist. He finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

“I don’t, trust me, I don’t.” Part of him knows this is wrong but he can’t stop himself.

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, “Me neither.” you crash your lips into his again, balled up fist grabbing at his shirt.

He presses his growing length into you and lets out a deep groan, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, to your exposed shoulder.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what’s been playing through my head since last night. I want you.” He lets out a sharp breath as he nips at your shoulder and looks into your eyes again. “The things I’ve been thinking about doing to you since then…” he trails off.

Your hands fall to the hem of his shirt, gently bunching it up and laying your palms on his warm skin. He shutters and sucks in a breath.

“Well what’s stopping you, Joel?” You’re staring up at him, lips parted. He can’t read your expression.

Finally hearing his name on your lips breaks what little control he had left. He looks down at your lips, and then something inside him snaps.

Suddenly, he’s spinning you around and pressing you up against the side of your dad’s house. He has his hands around your wrists and he’s holding them up beside your head on the wall. You let out a gasp.

He’s pressed up against you, hardened cock digging into your back. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?” It comes out through gritted teeth. “Last night in the alley, this what you were lookin’ for me to do?”

You let out a loud moan “Yes Joel, please,” and his hand muffles your whimpering.

“Gotta be quiet f’me, don’t want your dad comin’ out here,” his mouth is up against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Seein’ you begging for me.”

You nod consentingly, his hand still over your mouth, face pressed up against the side of the house digging into the brick. His other hand leaves your wrist.

“Be good and keep your hands there.” He moves his free hand down to the top of your shorts, swiftly unbuttoning them and shoving them down along with your underwear.

He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, letting out a low hum. “Mmmm,”

Then his hand slides to your front, slowly making its way to your core. He swipes his middle finger through your folds and you close your eyes, letting out a small sigh.

“So fuckin’ wet for me already.” Your hips jolt forward slightly, warmth growing in your lower belly as he swirls his finger around your bud. “You really are gonna be the death of me.” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

His hand leaves your aching center and you hear him unbuckle his belt, then the zipper of his jeans and the sound of them sliding down his thighs. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, and a moment later you feel him slide his cock between your dripping folds. You lift your hips back towards him with anticipation, giving him better access. He feels massive as he’s thrusting his cock through your wet folds.

Then without warning he’s placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. He presses in slowly, making sure to give you time to adjust to his side.

“So tight,” he sounds like he was holding his breath.

He’s still pressing into you agonizingly slowly. Your eyes flutter shut as he places a soft kiss on your temple.

”Doing so good,” he praises you. “Can you be quiet for me?” You nod and he removes his hand from your mouth.

You bite your lip trying to keep quiet as he bottoms out. He pulls almost completely out, just the tip inside of you before slowly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as his fingers dig in so hard you know they’ll leave bruises. He starts to quicken his pace, taking one hand off your hips to grab your face and turn your head to face him. His body twists so his lips can meet yours in a needy kiss. The hand still on your hip moves to wrap around you and hold you against him as he pounds into you. Your back is flush against his chest as he continues with his pace. Skin against skin, the only sound as his pace continues to quicken.

He breaks the kiss and looks down at you, hunger in his eyes as he takes you in. “Joel, oh my god.” You whisper.

He looks like he’s completely in a trance, grunting with each thrust. He’s pounding into you so hard that your body is pressing into the wall more with every thrust.

“Was thinkin-” he pauses to grunt as he thrusts into you. “‘bout this,” he thrusts again “all night.” He kisses down the side of your neck, nipping at the soft skin of your shoulder.

“Joel,” it comes out breathless. “Couldn’t even look at you during dinner,” your head falls back against his shoulder and he nestles his face into your neck. “Knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it together.”

You feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words, then he’s setting a ruthless pace. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he practically growls into your skin.

The pressure in your core is building by the second, about to snap. “Close,” it’s all you can get out.

He doesn’t say anything, keeping a steady pace. You can hear his heavy breaths behind you, then it’s hitting you. White hot pleasure coursing through your body. You remove your hands from the wall and grab onto his forearm that’s pressed against your stomach. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your other hand reaches back to grab at his hair. He’s huffing through gritted teeth with every thrust, nose pressed against your cheek.

He lets out another deep groan then stops abruptly to pull out, pushing you into the wall again as he releases himself into the grass. You turn around and look down at his hand wrapped around his cock, his other hand next to your head on the brick wall.

“Joel,” you breath out, then reach to pull up your shorts as you catch your breath.

He looks at you and there’s an expression on his face that you don’t recognize. He pulls his jeans up and tucks his softening length away, then glances up at you while trying to catch his breath. He pauses for a moment looking you up and down, then he’s walking away without a word.

You just stand there, mouth open in shock trying to wrap your head around what happened. It all happened so fast. Your dad’s probably looking for you so you try to make yourself presentable as you walk up the porch steps and go inside. When you close the door behind you, you can hear your dad in the other room.

“Bye!” The front door shuts behind him.

You stand at the back door quietly until your dad comes back into the room.

“Hey bud, thanks for cleaning up, they just left.” He smiles at you.

He left already. “Oh, no problem.” You try not to sound confused.

“Did you get a bug bite?” Your dad tilts his head to the side and points at your collarbone.

Your hand flies up to cover it. “Um, guess so.” You say quietly, moving past him quickly to go to your room.

As you make your way up the stairs your mind is racing. Why did Joel leave so fast without saying a word? When you get to your room, you look in the mirror to check your neck and there’s a small mark where Joel was nipping at you. You lightly run your hand over it and let out a sigh, then you flop down on your bed, laying on your stomach. You grab your phone, opening your text thread with him. You change his contact name from mystery man to Joel, smiling as you do so.

can’t wait to see you again on tuesday

You bite at your lip waiting for his reply, heart racing as you think about what he might say. At some point you end up drifting off to sleep.

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

dune part two timeline (a guess)

One of the things I had to do for Maybe I'll Show You the Way was figure out roughly how much time was passing between different events in the film. Fortunately, we have a convenient calendar, which is Jessica's pregnancy. We can only get so precise, because we often don't know how much time passes between one scene and the next, but we can set some outer bounds for a timeline. (We are also forgoing the complications of measuring time in a multiplanetary society and assuming something approximating Earth-length days and years here. Which is not very interesting from a worldbuilding point of view but vastly simplifies things.)

In Part One, when Paul tells Jessica he knows that she's pregnant, she says, "It's only been a few weeks." How many is "a few," given that Bene Gesserit have preternatural awareness of and control over their own fertility? Four weeks? Six weeks? Up to you, but seemingly not long enough for Jessica to expect anyone else, including Leto, to be aware of it.

The Harkonnen attack on Arrakeen seems to take place that very night, and the remainder of Part One takes place over only a couple of days. So let's say Jessica is six weeks pregnant at most when they arrive at Sietch Tabr and she undergoes the Water of Life ceremony.

We then have some indeterminate period of time when Paul is learning the ways of the desert and getting to know Chani, before he starts actively fighting with the fedaykin. Chapter 1 of MISYTW starts in this time period and continues through the morning after the harvester attack.

The next time we see Jessica after the day of the Water of Life ceremony is when she is talking to Alia in the sietch hallway. She says Paul is "training" with the Fremen and will be back at the sietch soon. She is this much pregnant:

Just barely showing, so maybe three months? Maybe a little more?

The next scene after this one is the harvester attack, but we don't know how much time passes in between them. We also don't know for sure that the harvester attack is Paul's first battle with the fedaykin, but that seems likely based on the reactions afterward--he seems to have proven himself, gets "sworn in" as a fedaykin and gets his Fremen names.

So there's some wiggle room, but it seems like a solid guess that the period from Paul and Jessica arriving at Sietch Tabr to the harvester attack is somewhere in the neighborhood of two months.

After the harvester attack and the next morning, when Paul and Chani have their first kiss, we have this approximately one-minute montage of Paul fighting with the fedaykin and Paul and Chani falling more in love.

Those 58 seconds actually cover several months--long enough for Paul's eyes to turn blue.

I perpetually forget that this montage is a mere one minute long because it manages to pack in a lot of subtle detail in just a handful of shots. Chapters 2, 3, 4 and 5 of MISYTW all take place in the span of this 58-second montage. The three-sietch joint operation that Chani describes at the beginning of Chapter 4 is this one:

Let's just say I have watched this 58 seconds of the movie a lot.

After that montage, we have a very short scene between Rabban and the Baron, and then the next sequence after that is the worm ride. Once again, we don't really know how much time passes between, say, the shot above and the worm ride. But we know that we next see Jessica on the day of the worm ride, and she's now this much pregnant:

Six or seven months, maybe? In any case, significantly further along than when we last saw her. I think it's safe to assume at least three months pass between the harvester attack and the worm ride.

Jessica leaves for the south shortly after this, and by the end of the movie she has not yet given birth, although I am assuming she is more or less full term by that point. So there are at least a couple (two...ish?) months when she is in the south before Paul arrives. This is the time span in which the spice depot attack, Paul's reunion with Gurney, and the attack on Sietch Tabr all occur. (Chapter 6 of MISYTW takes place some time after Jessica leaves for the south, and the entirety of Chapter 7 takes place on the day of the attack on Sietch Tabr.)

This means that the entire arc of Paul and Chani's relationship, from them meeting each other to the end of Part Two, takes place over the course of about...seven months at the absolute max. And in plenty of normal circumstances I would find that an implausibly fast burn, even for two young people who are clearly experiencing their first Big Love. But they are not in normal circumstances--they're in some of the most intense circumstances of both their lives. They're risking their lives in combat together, they're engaged in a high-stakes, all-consuming political project together, and they are living together 24/7 on the Known Universe's most dangerous Outward Bound trip. Those are all things that will bond people together hard and fast. So their comrades-to-lovers speedrun actually makes TOTAL sense to me, and imo feels a lot more plausible than their relationship in the book.

But fucking hell, man, it really heightens the tragedy to shorten the timeline this way. Because Paul has this window of time in his life when he's not the future of House Atreides or the Voice from the Outer World or the Kwisatz Haderach; he's one among equals fighting for a better world and he has friends who are his peers for the first time in his life and he has the love of his life by his side as an equal partner in the struggle. And that window of time is measured in months.

[transmascaraa]

bf!wanderer headcannons!

it's 3am and you have a "really important" question for him.

bf!wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: i might do a couple more characters like this cuz i like it :D (someone pls tell me if you like it too cuz i wanna continue)

"do you think that clouds taste like candy?"

-it's been like 5 minutes and you're still trying to wake him up. (he's just acting to be asleep to piss you off)

-after the nth attempt you finally manage to "wake him up".

-"what do you want... it's like midnight... what could be oh-so-important that you have to wake me up this late..."

-"a really important question."

-"and that question is..." he's expecting the worst. he just knows it's dumb. he's looking at you as if you're about to say the stupidest thing ever(he's not wrong completely)

-"do you think that clouds taste like candy?"

-he just stares blankly at you for a few seconds.

-"what-?"

-"do you think that clouds taste like candy?" you repeat the question.

-"what the fuck-"

-"i'm being serious!"

-"wh- huh- i- did you wake me up for that-?" he looks so offended rn

-"yes! answer my question and i can sleep peacefully!"

-"in that case- i think they'd taste like cotton candy. i'd throw up if i tried one of them."

-you finally got an answer! not what you wanted but... at least you got it, i guess?

-"alright, thank you!" you smile at him so innocently

-"you're welcome?..." he's so confused

-you're giving him a look that screams "CAN YOU PLEASE HOLD ME WHILE WE SLEEP??? CAN WE CUDDLE??? PRETTY PLEASE???"

-he just can't hide the blush on his face despite the room being pitch black.

-he just pulls you close to him and says a little "fuck you.."

-"i love you too, kuni... goodnight!..." falling asleep so happy... and look at him fighting the so-called "emotions".

-"goodnight..."

-he's literally blushing so hard but thinks it's okay just because you can't see him(you know exactly what he's like at that moment but you don't wanna ruin the moment)

-before you entirely fell asleep, you heard him mutter a soft "i love you too, idiot..."

-you smiled to yourself and just tightened your hold on him(he didn't mind)

-and that's how the two of you fell asleep so cutely and romantically that night(happens every night)

~~~~~

TYSM FOR READING.

this is so cringy to me but i love it sm it's so cute.

lmk if you like these at all lol

have a good day/night<3

[minnie--verse]

Pen Pals -- A Park Sunghoon Fic

!!PART 5!!

(link to pt. 1). (link to pt. 2). (link to pt. 3). (link to pt. 4).

Summary: You, Ren, are a college student, taking what you thought would be a normal composition class- until you're assigned a pen pal with your professor's second class. What happens when you fall for someone you know... but dont?

pairing: sunghoon x f!reader(ren)

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include possible angst//comfort, slow burn.

general warnings: college students!me, slow burn, love square, swearing, possible adult content in future chapters.

word count: ~6.7k

this is not proof read!

thank u for reading< 3

— — — 

Sunny,

I’ve read over your letter more times than I care to admit to you, and each time the weight of your words felt heavier. I understand the need to know, to bridge that gap between us and finally put an end to the mystery and guessing. I want you to see me as badly as I want to see you. It’s kept me up at night, thinking about how nervous I am for you to finally see me for who I was physically rather than who I was through words. I want to match your expectation to the person you’ve come to know in your words. 

I’ll be honest—I’m nervous. Nervous that when you meet me, you’ll find I don’t live up to my words .It’s a strange thing, to feel so connected to someone and yet fear that the reality might be different than expectation. I think part of me has been hiding behind anonymity because it’s been safer that way. I didn’t have to risk letting you down or fumbling my speech when I saw your beautiful face. 

Despite my fears, I want to meet you. I want you to know me more than my words, and I want to share myself with you even if it’s scary. I find that the artist on the other side of my letters has brought color and depth into my life in a way that I have never expected. 

The park. Outside Miller Hall. 4pm. 

Yours, Snow.

— — — 

The snow crunches beneath your boots as you make your way to the park bench neat Miller. The air is sharp with the cold, but you barely feel it—your nerve so on edge you didn’t notice it. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the campus in a soft, fading light, the kind of light that seems to make everything stand still. It’s one of those short winter days that disappears into the evening before you’ve even been able to catch your breath.

The snow falls family around you, each flake landing on your coat and melting almost immediately, while others settle on the bench in soft layers. You’ve chosen this spot specifically—it was the same spot you had mentioned in your first letter to Snow. It feels fitting to meet here, at the same park that you shared with him. The bench, now covered in snow, looks almost untouched, like it’s been waiting for you specifically.

You sit down, glancing around nervously. The world is eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes with heavy snow. No one else is out, at least not here. Just you. And somewhere, maybe close, maybe still on his way, Snow. 

What are you going to say? What will you do? What will he look like? Will you know it’s him? What if you can’t recognize him? What if he’s waiting somewhere else for you? A lump forms in your throat at the thought, shaking your head to dismiss the thought of it. No—Snow said he would be here. He will be here. 

You tuck your hands deeper into your pockets, feeling the letter there—his last one, the one that agreed to meet you. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about his words, about how much it felt like he’d been there all along. It was like he knew you—no, he does. Snow knows you, deeper than anyone… besides Sunghoon. But maybe Snow will prove to be the right choice, he has to be the right choice.

The sky darkens further, the snow keeps falling as the street lamps cast a warm light on the sidewalk and turn the white snow slightly orange. You check the time. 4:07. He should be here soon, but every minute felt like an eternity. Your heart rate is higher than it had ever been before. Snow is coming. He’ll be here. 

The minutes begin to tick by. You sit, eyes scanning every figure that emerges from the falling snow, hoping it‘s him. The street lamps grow brighter as the sky turns into dusk, painting the snow in hues of blue and white in the darkness. But no one stops. No one looks your way.

Your breath catches in your throat as you open the letter and reread his meeting place and time, hoping to God you didn’t get it wrong—but you didn’t. It’s right. You’re in the right place. Your chest tightens, and despite the cold seeping through your layers, your face felt warm from the deep breaths against your scarf as you tried to calm yourself down. 

Maybe he’s late. Maybe he got held up somewhere. He wouldn’t leave you here in the cold like this. He couldn’t. Right?

You tell yourself that over and over, but the longer you sit the more that your hope starts to slip through your numb fingers. You glance down at your boots which had left an impression in the snow from where it had fallen around them. The park is silent, save for the occasional wind whistle between the branches of the trees and the crunch of distant footsteps that aren’t Snow’s. 

You pull your coat tighter around yourself but the cold is relentless. Your fingers, despite your gloves are starting to go numb, a dull ache spreading from your knees to your inner body. Your toes are frozen and tingling uncomfortably, and you try to wiggle them inside your boots but it doesn’t help. The cold finally settled in.

A knot forms in your throat as reality begins to settle in. He’s not coming. 

The excitement and nervousness that had built up all day feels cruel, turning into something more hollow and aching. You were just someone used for attention. You stare at the snowy path ahead, your vision was blurry as tears started to fill in your eyes, your breath hitching with each attempt to hold them back. But you can‘t anymore. Not when the park, the snow, the bench—both settings from each of your first letters coming to a combination—was empty. So silent.

A hot tear slips down your cheek, quickly followed by more. You swipe at them with your gloved hand, but they keep falling, hot against the cold air. You duck your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, but it does little to help. The cold has seeped into your bones through every layer you wore, making your body ache and stiff from sitting too long. 

Your fingers felt like hard blocks of ice, completely numb and now damp in the gloves, and you curl them into fists inside your gloves but the motion only sends a sharp ache into your arms. The snow keeps falling, heavier now, and you can feel it gathering on your shoulders as you think back to Snow’s first letter to you. 

Why didn’t he come?

Maybe he got lost? No, he came to miller hall every day just like you did. Maybe something came up? If he truly felt the way he did, he would have come no matter what. Maybe he realized he didn’t want to meet you after all. Maybe… maybe you were never meant to meet.

That thought stings you the most. The person you’d poured your heart out to, the person who nestled in between every thought you had, the person you had rejected your best friend for, the person who listened to your most inner thoughts through words alone—what if it was never supposed to leave the pages of those letters. 

The tears come faster now, spilling freely as you sit alone on the bench, the old biting deeper into your muscles. Your legs, your arms, your face—everything felt frozen. You can barely feel your fingers anymore, and your nose was cold as you sniffled. It felt deserving—for being so foolish and stupidly naive. You should have fucking known better than to get your hopes up. That something this perfect could fall into your hands and work out. 

You take a deep breath, the air stinging as it fills your lungs, but it doesn’t help. You sit there, feeling small and alone on campus.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, you stand. Your legs felt stiff, almost painful from sitting so long in the snow, and your heart feels heavier than when you first sat down. You look around one last time, hoping—begging—for some sign that he’s coming. But the world sat still, the only sound was a quiet hum of lights and the occasional car passing in the distance. 

With a sniffle you stand up from the metal bench and pull out your phone, your fingers moving achingly slow as you slide your thumb across your screen as small wet spots from snowflakes fall on it. You wipe your tears with your sleeve, but it only makes the stinging worse from the brash material of your coat.

You swallow thickly, scrolling through your contacts, your hands shaking. The only name you can think of—the only person you want right now—is Sunghoon.

Your heart hammers against your ribs as your thumb hovers over his name, your breath hitching as you try to hold back another hiccup. You were anxious to call him—having run out of his apartment after blatantly rejecting him the last time you saw him. You finally press the button as you start walking to his apartment. 

The dial tone rings and rings in your ear, each second he doesn't answer makes you feel more and more alone, making your hands shake more violently. It rings again, and you’re about to hang up, already regretting the decision. But just as you go to end the call, you hear his voice.

”Ren?” Sunghoon answers, his voice was slightly breathless. You find yourself locked up, not sure if you can do this, but the words come out before you can stop them.

”Ah—uhm… Can I come over?’ Your voice wavers as you sob through them. It was a miracle he could even understand you.

There’s a brief pause on the other end, “Yeah—Yeah, God of course,” He says quickly, his voice softening. No confusion in his tone, no shock. He sounds flustered, “Are you alright?” 

You open your mouth but nothing comes out before you wince and look down at the pavement before a strangled sob escapes your throat, and you quickly cover your mouth with your free hand, trying to hold yourself together. 

”I—“ You sigh, wiping your eyes again, your skin irritated and swollen from the cold and the tears, “I’ll be there soon,” you manage to choke out, hanging up before he can question you further.

You drop your phone to your side as you shove your balled fists into your pocket, pushing through the snow as the salt on the pavement crunches under you. You were in a whirlwind of confusion and heartbreak. Snow—he—was supposed to be here. He promised. He said he’d meet you. But nothing. Were you not important enough?

The snow fell heavier as you trudge through the streets, but your mind was elsewhere. Every step felt weighed down by the disappointment and confusion. By guilt.

By the time you reached Sunghoon’s apartment you whole body aches. You feel like you had been walking so long that your feet feel like they’re no longer attached to you, just frozen blocks of ice at the ends of your legs. Your hands were numb, trembling violently as you knock weakly at his door. 

It opens almost instantly, Sunghoon standing there with wide eyes and furrowed brows as his dark eyes look across your whole body. “Ren…” His voice is soft, slightly worried, but not surprised. The concern was etched into his face with a soft wince at the sight of you, “come in.”

You shuffle past him into the warmth of his apartment, barely registering the shift in temperature. The heat hits your skin, but it doesn’t seep in—not right away. You’re still numb, inside out.

”Are you okay?” He asks again hesitantly, closing the door behind you. He stepped closer to you, his eyes scanning your face, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You shake your head You shake your head, your lip trembling as you pull your frozen hands into your sleeves, trying to thaw them out.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, your voice shaking. You’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore. Your mind is a blur, filled with too many conflicting thoughts. Snow. Sunghoon. Snow. The one who didn’t show up and the one who did.

Before you can say anything else, Sunghoon steps forward and pulls you into his arms. His embrace is warm—so warm compared to the cold you’ve been drowning in all night—and the moment you feel his chest against your cheek, the dam breaks.

A sob rips through you, and you cling to him like he’s the only solid thing left in the world. Your fingers, still half-numb, grip the fabric of his shirt, and you bury your face into his chest, your whole body trembling.

He holds you tightly, his arms wrapped securely around you as his chin rests on top of your head. He doesn’t say anything at first—just lets you cry, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back. His breath is still slightly uneven, but his presence is steady, grounding.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs softly, his voice low and calming. “I’m here.”

You nod against him, but you don’t feel okay. You feel torn, confused, like you’re caught between two worlds that are slowly starting to collapse. The person you thought you loved through words didn’t show up. And now, the person you’ve grown to love in reality is the only one here, holding you together.

But how can you explain that to him? How can you tell him about Snow when you’re still trying to make sense of it yourself? How could you tell the person who has loved you openly this whole time that you’re crying over someone else?

“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, your voice muffled against his chest. Your breath hitches as you try to pull yourself together, but the warmth of his body against yours makes it hard. You don’t want to let go. You don’t want to face the cold again—literal or metaphorical.

“Don’t apologize,” Sunghoon says softly, his hand still gently stroking your back. “You don’t have to explain right now. Just… stay here. With me.”

The words are so simple, but they hit you hard, and you close your eyes, trying to calm the storm inside you. His warmth is comforting, and for a moment, you let yourself melt into it. You let yourself feel the safety of being in his arms.

But even as he holds you, the guilt gnaws at the back of your mind. You’ve shared things with Snow—things you’ve never told anyone else. You’ve fallen for his words, his soul, without ever knowing who he truly was. And yet, here you are, in Sunghoon’s arms, feeling something real and tangible.

How can you choose between them?

Sunghoon pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at you, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. His gaze is soft, but there’s something else there, something deeper that makes your heart ache in a way you can’t explain.

“You don’t have to be alone in this,” he says quietly, his voice steady. “Whatever’s going on… I’m here for you, okay? Always.”

His words make your chest tighten, and for a moment, you forget about everything else—about Snow, about the letters, about the disappointment. All you can see is Sunghoon, his warm eyes searching for yours, his touch gentle and steady.

But it only makes things more complicated.

You already confessed everything to Snow. You told him how you felt, and he told you the same. And even though he didn’t show up tonight, those feelings are still there. But now, standing here in Sunghoon’s arms, you feel torn—between the words on paper and the person standing in front of you.

You finally stand back up, pulling away from his chest just enough to meet his eyes, your heart still heavy as you struggle to find words. His warmth lingers on his skin, but the skill  from outside makes your fingers and feet feel like pins and needles as the feeling returns to them. You swallow hard, sniffling as Sunghoon gently pushes your jacket off of your shoulders and hangs it up by the door. 

“I--” You look down as you peel off your wet gloves, “I was supposed to meet someone,” you start, “At the park by Miller, but… they didn’t show.” 

Sunghoon freezes, his grip on your momentarily tightening. His expression doesn't change much, but you notice a flicker of something in his eyes as his brows twitch tighter together--something like guilt, or maybe recognition. It’s so brief that you almost miss it. He recovers quickly, shaking his head and looking down at you with concern etched on his features. 

“Someone?” He repeats quietly, his tone gentle, though you can tell he’s trying to keep his voice steady. 

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. We’ve been… talking for a while. Through letters… pen pals from our mutual composition class-- We were finally going to meet in person, but…”

Your voice trails off, and you glance up at him, unsure of how much you want to share. Sunghoon’s expression remains calm, but you can feel the tension radiating from him. His eyes search yours, like he’s trying to piece together everything you’re saying without giving away too much of his own thoughts.

He stays silent for a moment, then gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light and careful. “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “That must’ve been hard.”

You blink up at him, surprised by how genuine he sounds. There’s no teasing, no jokes—just quiet understanding. It catches you off guard, especially considering how Sunghoon usually acts so aloof and sarcastic. Right now, though, his gaze is earnest, and it makes your heart ache even more.

You nod again, swallowing back another wave of tears. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I… I waited for a long time… an hour maybe? I don’t know why he didn’t come, but… I thought…”

You trail off, feeling stupid for even saying it. You don’t even know why you’re telling Sunghoon all of this. He loves you too and you know he does. And it was unfair for you to cry to him that someone else broke your heart. On top of that, he couldn’t possibly understand what you’re going through. And yet, the way he’s looking at you now, the way his arms are still wrapped around you, makes it feel like maybe he does.

Sunghoon’s thumb gently brushes the back of your hand, and his voice is soft when he speaks again. “They should’ve shown up,” he says, his tone sincere. “Whoever they are… they made a mistake not coming.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you glance up at him, biting your lip. He’s looking at you with such intensity, his eyes filled with something deeper than just sympathy. You can feel it radiating from him--there’s unspoken emotions he’s holding back. Something that makes your heart race even faster.

“You think so?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon nods, his gaze unwavering. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know so.”

For a moment, you just stare at each other, the silence between you growing heavier. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but something about the way Sunghoon is looking at you feels… different. Like he’s trying to say more than just words. Like he knows something you don’t.

You’re about to say something—anything to break the tension—but Sunghoon speaks first, his voice quiet and almost hesitant. “Ren, whoever that person is… they don’t deserve you if they didn’t show up. You shouldn’t have to wait for someone like that.”

His words hit you harder than you expect, and you swallow, feeling another tear slip down your cheek. He clenches his jaw as he reaches up and gently wipes it away, his touch lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

“I just…” You hesitate, feeling a knot tighten in your chest. “I thought they felt the same way I did. We’d been writing to each other for so long, and… I guess I just thought it meant something.”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightens, and for the briefest moment, his gaze flickers with something like pain. “I’m sure it did,” he says quietly. “But maybe… maybe they were scared. Maybe they didn’t know how to face you.”

You blink, taken aback by his words. “Scared?” you echo, confused.

He nods, his eyes softening as they meet yours again. “Yeah. Sometimes, people build things up in their heads, and when it comes time to face the reality of it… they panic. It doesn’t mean they didn’t care.”

His words sink into you, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. There’s something about the way Sunghoon is speaking—like he’s trying to explain something without really saying it—that makes your heart race. You wonder, briefly, if he’s speaking from experience. 

You can’t help but think of Snow—of the person who promised to meet you tonight but didn’t. Was he scared? Was that why he didn’t come? The thought gnaws at you, making your stomach twist uncomfortably.

But then there’s Sunghoon, standing here with you now, offering you comfort when you need it most. His presence is steady, solid, and you can’t help but feel safe with him, even though your heart is still aching.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice barely audible. “For being here when he couldnt.”

Sunghoon’s lips press into a flat smile, and he nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “You shouldn’t thank me, Ren.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten again, and for a brief moment, you forget about everything else—about Snow, about the disappointment, about the confusion. All you can focus on is Sunghoon, his warmth, his steadiness.

Sunghoon’s thumb lingers on your cheek, his touch warm against your cold skin, and for a long moment, neither of you say anything. The weight of everything that had happened—everything unsaid between you—sits thick in the air, almost stifling. But then, like he always does, Sunghoon breaks the silence with a soft smile.

“How about we put on a movie?” he offers, his voice light but gentle. “Something terrible, you know, so we can laugh at it instead of… all this heavy stuff.”

You let out a small, shaky laugh. “Something terrible, huh?”

He nods, his smile widening a little, and the tension eases, if only a bit. “Yeah. Like… one of those bad dinosaur movies? You know, the ones where they didn’t have the budget for CGI, so everything looks like a cardboard cutout.”

You can’t help but smile at how ridiculous he’s being. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it sounds awful.”

“Perfect, then.” He gives you a little wink. “Exactly what we need. Laugh it off a bit.”

His lightheartedness pulls at something inside you—a warmth, a comfort. He’s always been able to make you feel like this, like things aren’t so heavy, like the world doesn’t have to be all complicated. Even now, after everything, he’s here, trying to make you laugh, to make you feel better. And you’re grateful for it.

But before he turns to grab the remote, his smile fades just a little, his eyes flicking back to you with something more serious. He hesitates, and you can see the shift in his posture, the way he suddenly looks a little more awkward, as if he’s weighing his words before he speaks.

“Hey, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck, his voice softer now, more uncertain. “About last time—when I almost, you know…”

You feel your chest tighten, the memory of that almost kiss flashing through your mind—the way he had leaned in, the warmth of his breath, the tension crackling between you.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Sunghoon says, his tone sincere. “I crossed a line. I’m sorry if it made things weird.”

You look at him, unsure of what to say. Because the truth is, you don’t really know how you feel about that moment. Part of you had wanted him to kiss you, and part of you… well, part of you had been thinking about Snow, about the confession you had shared with your pen pal.

“It didn’t make things weird,” you say, even though you know it’s not entirely true. Things have been weird since then, but not because of Sunghoon. It’s everything else—Snow, the letters, the way your heart seems to be pulled in two different directions.

Sunghoon’s lips pressed together, and he gives you a small nod, though you can tell he’s not entirely convinced. “I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. And I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you into anything. I mean, I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, and I just… I don’t want to make it harder.”

You open your mouth to respond, but the words don’t come. Instead, you find yourself moving closer to him, your body acting on instinct rather than thought. You lean into him, your head resting gently against his chest as you close your eyes and let out a soft sigh. The warmth of his body seeps into yours, and for a moment, you just let yourself be held, grateful that he’s here, that he’s willing to show up for you when someone else didn’t.

Sunghoon’s arms wrap around you, almost hesitant at first, but then he relaxes, pulling you in a little tighter. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, and it’s grounding—soothing in a way you didn’t realize you needed.

“I’ve missed you these last few days,” he says quietly, his voice rumbling through his chest. “I didn’t realize how much until you were here again.”

“I missed you too,” you murmur, and it’s the truth. Despite everything, you’ve missed him—the way he makes you feel safe, the way he’s always there when you need him. But more than that, you missed this—the quiet moments where it’s just the two of you, no expectations, no pressure, just being together.

You stay like that for a while, neither of you speaking, just taking comfort in each other’s presence. But eventually, you shift in his arms, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

“Can I borrow a hoodie?” you ask, your voice quiet. “My jacket’s wet from the snow, and I’m freezing.”

Sunghoon blinks, surprised for a second, but then he smiles, nodding. “Yeah, of course. Grab whatever you want from my room.”

You sit up, pulling away from him, and he gestures toward his bedroom door. “Top drawer,” he says with a grin. “That’s where all the comfiest ones are.”

You give him a small smile in return before getting up and heading to his room, your footsteps soft on the floor. The warmth of his apartment feels even more welcoming now as you enter his room, and you quickly find one of his hoodies, the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric as you pull it over your head.

You moved quietly across Sunghoon’s room, your fingers grazing over the soft fabric of the hoodie you just pulled on. The familiar scent of his cologne clung to it, wrapping you in an odd sense of comfort as you let out a slow breath, feeling just a little bit more at ease.

But as you made your way back toward the door, something on his desk caught your eye—a stack of papers, some crumpled, others neat, and at the top, the unmistakable loop of purple cursive. Your heart skipped a beat as you squinted at the writing, your footsteps slowing.

Curiosity gnawed at you, pulling you closer to the desk. you leaned over, your hand reaching out before you could even think to stop yourself, lifting the top sheet of paper. As soon as your eyes scanned the words, your blood ran cold.

It was your letter.

Not just any letter—it was Sunny’s letter. The one you had written only a few weeks ago, tucked into your purple notebook, sent anonymously to someone you had never met face to face. You stared at it, your mind reeling, unable to process how on earth it was sitting there, on Sunghoon’s desk.

You flipped through the papers, your hands shaking slightly. One after another, your letters stared back at you, each in your unmistakable purple ink, each one addressed to Snow.

Your stomach twisted in confusion. Why did Sunghoon have them? Why were they here? How did he get them? Your mind raced with a hundred questions as you stood there, frozen in shock.

“Ren?” Sunghoon’s voice echoed from behind you.

You jerked around, the papers slipping from your hands and fluttering back onto the desk. Your throat tightened as Sunghoon stepped into the room, his brow furrowed in concern.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, his eyes scanning your face. “I found a movi--”

“Why do you have these?” you finally whispered, your voice trembling.

You stay silent, your eyes locked on the letters in your hand. Sunghoon’s footsteps stop, and you know—he knows. The air shifts, and it feels like time is slowing, the weight of the truth crushing down on both of them.

Finally, slowly, you turn around to face him, your expression a mix of quiet shock and growing hurt.

“Hoon, why do you have these?” your voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s a tremor in it, a note of betrayal you can’t suppress.

Sunghoon’s eyes flick to the letter in your hand, and in an instant, you see the recognition in his face—the guilt, the way he winces ever so slightly, the way he suddenly can’t meet your gaze. His throat bobs as he swallows, struggling to find the words.

"Ren, I—"

“These are mine,” you cut him off, your voice trembling more now as your grip on the paper tightens. “This is my handwriting. This is my--” Your voice broke, dropping the paper and reaching up to cover your face for a moment before meeting his eyes again, “I wrote these to Snow.” your breaths come in shorter, sharper. “Why the hell do you have them?”

Sunghoon takes a step closer, his hands half-raised as if to calm you, but he stops short when he sees the hurt in your eyes. He opens his mouth, then closes it, struggling for an explanation that could possibly make sense of this.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” he says quietly, his voice strained. “I— I was going to tell you.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest now, a mix of emotions swirling inside you—hurt, confusion, anger, and something else you can’t quite name. “You knew,” you say, your voice barely a whisper now. “You knew you were writing to me this whole fucking time,” your eyes search for him, pleading for answers. “How long?”

He hesitates, and that hesitation is all the answer you need.

“How long, Sunghoon?” your voice cracks, and you can feel the sting of tears behind your eyes, your fingers clutching the letter like it’s the only thing tethering you to the ground.

“A while,” he finally admits, his voice small. “Since you dropped off my jacket.”

You stare at him, the weight of his words crashing down on you like a tidal wave. “That was fucking weeks ago. You’ve known, and you—” you cut yourself off, taking a step back as the realization fully sinks in. “You stood me up.”

He flinches at your words, his face tight with regret. “Ren, I—”

“That’s why you tried to kiss me,” your voice is hollow, the weight of the truth settling like a stone in your chest. “You knew I was Sunny, and that’s why you—” your voice cracks, and you shake your head, your eyes burning with unshed tears. “You tried to kiss me because you knew it was me. You fucking knew everything.”

Sunghoon’s expression crumbles, and he takes a step toward you, his hand half-extended as if to reach for you. “Ren, no, it wasn’t like that—”

“But it was like that, Sunghoon! It was exactly like that!” You snap, your voice louder now, thick with the betrayal coursing through you. “You knew, and you didn’t tell me. You let me sit there, waiting for you in the snow, in the fucking cold, alone!”

His expression crumbles, and he takes a step toward you. “I didn’t know what to do, Ren. I was going to go, I just—”

“No,” you snap, your voice louder now, thick with emotion. “You stood me up, Hoon. You let me sit there in the snow, waiting for you, thinking that I was fucking stupid and naive for thinking I could have something this good. You knew I was waiting for you.” your voice falters, breaking. “And then you… comforted me. Like—like you were some goddamn hero, like you hadn’t just broken my heart.”

“Why didn’t you show up?” You pushed out, your voice breaking again as the tears finally spill over, hot and blurring your vision. “Why didn’t you just come to the park? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared,” Sunghoon says, his voice raw with emotion. “I was scared you’d be disappointed, that you’d see me and… it wouldn’t be enough. That I wouldn’t be the person you fell for in the letters.”

Your chest tightens painfully at his words, the mixture of hurt and confusion overwhelming you. “You didn’t care to even give me the chance to decide that for myself?” You whisper. 

“You didn’t even give me the chance to know it was you. To tell you I loved you--as Sunghoon. My Sunghoon. You knew I loved you as Snow. I have been so torn up about who to choose and you knew it and didn’t even… God--Hoon,” you sigh out with a wince and pull off his hoodie and throw it aside to his bed.

Sunghoon’s face crumples as he takes another step toward you, his hands reaching out, desperate to close the distance between them. “Ren, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never wanted this to happen.”

You shake your head, your tears flowing freely now, and you step back again, creating more space between them. “But you did, Sunghoon. You hurt me. You didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth, and now… I don’t even know what to think.”

Sunghoon’s expression is filled with regret, his eyes glistening as he watches you, helpless to fix the damage that’s been done. "Just let me explain, please," he repeats softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stand there for a moment, your heart aching as you look at him—this person you thought you knew, this person you thought you trusted. And now, everything feels broken, shattered by the weight of the truth he had kept from you.

"I... I have to go," you turn and walk out of the room, leaving Sunghoon standing there in silence, his heart breaking as he watches you leave him in his bedroom. Alone. 

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author's note: I really hate to be that guy who says angst is their favorite, but it is?? Something about writing it makes me bleary eyes and sad but!! THERE'S A HAPPY ENDING IN STORE PLEASE WAIT FOR ME!! I love you and thank you for reading my little corner of tumblr<3