#I love that boy and I need everyone to hug him

[madamechrissy]

Just Friends!?

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and popular F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

Warnings - Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- this chap - lots of tension, angstyyy, misunderstandings, emotional, some kissing and heavy desire but mostly this chap is sfw, mutual pining, lots of feelings - Tag list closed

Based HEAVILY on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazingg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙

<<<Part Four - Masterlist - Part Six>>> (coming soon)

Part Five

It’s been two hours since Satoru said he’d meet you, and you are as dressed up as you have been in years, hair curled to perfection, beautiful dress that’s hugging every inch of your body, pretty and dark red, long sleeves with lace all over them, and black tights underneath with thigh high boots. Your parents had been gushing over you when you’d walked out, doing a little spin and giggling.

That was two hours ago.

Now you’re touching up your highlighter, blinking mascara coated lashes that are far longer than you’re used to. He was used to models, so surely your skills wouldn’t be that level, but you wanted to at least try to look pretty for this… date. Yes it was going to be a date. He's only seen you casual so far, you're literally wearing lace panties and not Sailor Mars this time too.

The thoughts of last night make you blush, even as the moments tick by. To feel like that underneath him, so fucking beautiful and desired, with the boy you adored? It seemed worth whatever hurt that was coming when he went back home. You want to believe him, that he won't forget you again, but as the clock ticks it's hard to know if he's staying true to his word.

You call again, it's the third time in two hours, you hope it's not too much but now you're almost a little worried, shooting him a text instead, biting your lip as your fingers dance across the cool screen. 

Satoru, are you okay? It's fine if you can't make it! Just let me know you're safe, the roads are covered in snow.

You sigh, setting down the phone as your mom walks in where you're sitting by the window, watching the snowfall gently. “Hey honey, are you staying for dinner?”

It's your mom's sweet way of distracting you. “He might still come, mom.”

“Absolutely! But I am getting ready to cook, you know.” She puts a hand on your shoulder, gentle now. “You're so stunning.”

“Aw, mom...” You look back to see her blinking emotions, making your heart ache.

“He'd only be so lucky to see you like this. You know that?”

You look down shyly. “You see him. He's a whole model.”

“And you're you. And that's special too. Don't get too upset if…” She trails off a bit no. “Just, seeing you like that after he left was really hard for me is all.” You stand now, hugging her and inhaling the familiar scent of her as she blinks back emotion.

“You're scared I'll get hurt again.” She nods, sniffling now as you brush aside a tear.

“That was worse than watching any breakup. I'm really scared for you, it's not that I don't still love Satoru. I promise it's not that. But you're doing so good now.” you smile sadly, remembering the days you laid in bed after, crying and not leaving your room for weeks aside from essential needs.

You wouldn't get that way again. Even if he…

“Just watch your heart, it's a million sizes too big.” You smile tremulously up at her, holding her hands now.

“Get that from you two.” You both smile now, and a knock sounds at the door, making you jump in excitement, rushing to where your dad was opening the door now, and then pausing.

“Sukuna how have you been!?” Your dad says, and Sukuna chuckles, coming into view as he puts his hand on your dad's shoulder.

“I've been good, how about you, old man?”

“Old man!? I'll show you ‘old man’. Got a football you know!”

“Oh yeah? I'm down for a challenge.” He grins, and your mom blinks in surprise, looking at you, then at the door, when your dad invites the tall man in, and his ruby eyes catch you, making him falter, his lips parted.

“Sukuna…” You trail off, while his gaze drifts over you, heating you up with his look, before clearing his throat, walking over to you.

“I was right in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hi to the family. You look… beautiful, shit.” He rubs the back of his neck as he murmurs it, and your dad shuts the door to the cold, leaving you all basking in the warmth of the well heated home.

Beautiful, Sukuna had never said that sort of thing when you dated - maybe sexy, hot or whatever ridiculously horny statement he used to make, but then he had changed a lot. So had Satoru Gojo, and here you were, still the same girl, with two famous men back in town showing up, the doubts creeping as you realize how excited you were for it to be Satoru at the door.

“Are you going out or… getting back?” He asks then, you watch as snowdrops dissolve on his black overcoat, he brushes some off his pink locks, just a little damp from them melting.

“Thank you, I’m so delayed in my responses.” He chuckles as you get just a little flustered, he’s eyeing you so intensely right now, while you’re fidgeting with your hands in front of your lap. “I had a date but… he hasn’t um, showed up or answered the phone. So I don’t know my plans.”

“Idiot.” You glare, and he sighs. “Sorry, but only an idiot would not show up.”

“He could be… caught up with the show, or something. So I don’t know, he should still come. But for now, um… I may help mom cook?”

“Looking like that?” He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, as your parents walk up now, and your dad has busted out his football, Sukuna chuckles over at him - he’s much thinner than he probably remembers, but he’s so much stronger than he was years back. “You’re ready to get your ass kicked, old man?”

“You’re a pro, but I’m old school.” Your dad winks over at you, and you giggle just a bit. He’d always loved Sukuna, where your mom was not his biggest fan, they had some weird male football bond happening.

But you haven’t seen your dad so excited in forever, he was a huge fan of Sukuna’s team, so you’re sure this is a trip for him. “You came to see my parents, or me?”

Your soft question earns a raised brow and an arrogant smirk, smacking you right back to the girl fawning over him in high school. “Both, I didn't know if you’d be home or not, but I was hoping. But also I wanted to… see him too, if that’s cool?”

“Of course it is.” You grin now, a hand on his broad shoulder, and he exhales, leaning a little low. “How are you two gonna play in the snow!?”

“Tch, it’s nothing brat.”

“Brat!? No, no. Not calling me that again.” You shove at the big man, as your dad starts bundling up, and you look at him with concern. “Dad are you okay to…”

“Honey, let him. He needs this.” Your mom whispers, and you nod then, smiling as your dad looks at you curiously.

“You worried about your ‘old man’?” He teases, kissing your head affectionately, and you’re so thankful for Sukuna then, something you’d never thought you’d say.

“Don’t catch a cold, now! Sukuna, take it easy on him.”

“Psh, no way.” Sukuna grins deviously as the two men run outside in the cold like psychos in the darkening sky, you stand by the door and giggle as you watch them, the sky a snowy mix of purples and pinks as nighttime comes.

“You’re awfully popular again, I feel like I need to make these boys ask permission again.” Your mom teases, you roll your eyes, hugging your arms as the brisk air hits, then peeking back at your phone.

No response.

But your text was read.

You swallow a bit, feeling sick to your stomach - was he… with Samantha? He said he wasn’t interested, but they had a history. This morning you’d laid in his bed for longer than you should have, inhaling his scent, lingering memories flitting through your mind until you’d finally left - and it took far, far too much effort, that room really felt like you and Satoru’s personal snowglobe.

“I’ll call one more time,” you say, and your mom nods understandingly, bundling up in her jacket now. “You headed outside?”

“I gotta see your dad like this for a few. Then we can cook dinner together, maybe Sukuna can stay?” You nod and smile at her, hand shaking when you’re left alone, pacing nervously. Your heels click on the old hardwood floors as you do, as it rings and rings and rings.

Did Satoru break his promise?

*****

“Shit, shit, shit. No reception. Fuck, do you have any, Samantha?” The blond model pouts, brushing back her blong locks.

“No, I wish! Ugh this town is so fucking stupid! Why aren’t we moving!?” She leans out of the window then, screaming out - “Move, townies, I have to take a fucking piss!”

He’d been stuck in this car in traffic for an hour with her, barely moving inch by fucking inch from some really bad accident, a four car pile up according to the radio - which is the only thing that’s working. Neither of them have reception, and no internet access on any of their devices in this particular area, maybe because of the storm, he’s not sure.

But this is hell.

You’re going to think he broke his fucking promise, you’re probably already giving up on him coming, and he had everything perfectly planned, for it to all start to fall apart, and now in this car with a psycho brat and nothing to pass the time, just the windshield wipers and the fucking heat blasting, with some fuzzy radio. He peers at his phone again, glaring at it.

“Boring, so boring! Ugh this whole trip! I can’t wait to fucking get back home, out of these backwoods.” She rolls up her windows and pouts, pressing closer over to the heat that’s blasting from the vents.

“Yeah, yeah I know. You’ve hated being in a ‘small town’ you yap about it enough.” She scoffs, crossing her slender arms and scowling at him.

“Well you’re no fun, all fucking broody over the little girl from the bar.”

“Yeah we are not talking about her.” His jaw clenches, blue eyes flashing, and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re just gonna fuck her, so do it and get on with it.”

“What!?”

“It’s what you do - fuck women, leave them. Or fuck them when you feel like it if they’re cool with sharing. Lucky for you, I didn’t give a fuck, because I had my own roster,” her words are the first serious things he’s ever heard from her, while she looks out the windshield, hugging herself under her jacket. “But that girl won’t.”

“What are you even on about, you didn’t want more than sex,” Satoru trails off then, when her eyes meet his again, softer than he’s used to. “You were fine just fucking, we never dated.”

“Well yeah, you don’t date, everyone in the industry knows, you have serious issues, you know?”

“Me, issues!? Samantha-”

“No. You do. Soon as we fucked you had a ride waiting for me as if I was some… escort? And all my friends say you did the same. Ever think it made any of them feel shitty?” Satoru’s stomach twists, looking back down at the phone and then at the road, avoiding her gaze. “Well, it did.”

“You felt great under me, all of you did. I’ve never had a complaint in the bedroom, okay?” She laughs a bit, sighing.

“You are a superb fuck, but if that’s all you’re gonna do to her, leave the poor girl the fuck alone.”

“You don’t know shit of how I feel for her.” He scowls at her, and she just shrugs a narrow shoulder, a nasty smile on her face.

“I know you, I know men like you, you’re an industry standard.”

“And so the fuck are you.” She snorts now, rolling her eyes again.

“Sure am, but I know what I am - you’re trying to act like you’re any better. Go fuck her then, and leave her like you do. Think that’ll be good? She’d be better off with me.”

“With you!?”

“Mmm, yes. At least I’d give her some affection after.” Satoru’s heart races as her words hit. “I kept fucking you because I liked you, I really liked you - until I realized you’re shallow.”

“You are not calling me shallow, you tell everyone in the city they’re poor because they don’t wear designer clothes. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“You’re as shallow as me.”

“You know, shut the fuck up please.” He keeps peering at the road, as the cars finally start moving, he checks the time and curses.

“Best you don’t make it, save her the heartbreak.”

“You’re suddenly really deep, Samantha. I don’t like it anymore than you being annoying as fuck.” She looks out the window, shaking her head.

“You don’t know any of the women in your bed. You don’t bother to.”

Satoru can’t argue it, he knows Samantha is right, and she’s read him like a fucking book, her words swirling through his mind - would he just hurt you? No, it’s different, you’re different, you’re the reason he became this way. The hurt that day, the rejection he thought he was going to get, along with Sukuna and everyone, it had made him high tail it and run.

And he changed.

Fuck who was he? Sometimes he’d look in that mirror at his perfect features and contemplate just that - who was he? Satoru Gojo, a model, a famous man on the runway with endless women, or was he that nerdy boy, the one who laughed with you till your tummies hurt? Who made popcorn and oreos for the two of you - the weirdest thing ever but you loved it - and watched movies in your room?

Could he ever be that boy again truly, was last night any sort of real attempt, or would he fuck it all up and hurt you again?

He can’t live with himself if he does.

“You’re right,” his murmur brings her attention to him, he’s exhausted from the shoot and the drive, and so is she, but her eyes soften a bit. “I was a dick to you, and everyone.”

“Understatement.” He just sighs, clenching the wheel with tight hands.

“Were you different before you were famous?” He asks, he’s never asked shit about her, it’s true - she was just fun when he wanted a psycho in the bed, he didn’t even see her as a person.

Sure she was indeed insane, but he didn’t have to treat her like shit.

“No, I’ve always been this way honestly. I didn’t change because I got famous, but I grew up rich.”

“Ah.” It’s quiet, as he takes a breath now. “I feel a lot for her.”

“I know, it’s written all over your face when you talk about her.” He looks at her once more, before focusing on the road again. “If you feel something, say it, I never hold back shit I want to.”

“No you don’t.” He laughs a bit and so does she, shifting a bit, eyes brightening now.

“I have internet, oh fuck yes. I can drown out your moody ass.” He sticks his tongue out, and she returns it, slipping in her ear buds as they come to a red light, and he pulls up his phone finally, seeing your missed calls come through and texts.

Shit, shit, shit.

He picks up the phone, calling it finally, but it keeps ringing, and he hangs up and tries again, only for it to do the same thing, making his stomach twist in knots. Did you think he wasn’t coming!? Were you upset, or mad? Were you ignoring his calls- god a million what ifs occur as he tries to focus on driving, to get Samantha back to the hotel so he can see you.

*****

“Oh god, yeah I remember that! So embarrassing!” You’re covering your face as your mom starts getting the plates ready and you have busted out your old pictures, Sukuna and you in football and cheerleader gear.

“You sucked at cheer, you were only allowed because you were so pretty.” He teases, and you gasp, shoving at him playfully.

“Oh whatever!? No way!” His hand comes to the small of your back as he grabs the plates you can’t reach, pressing him too closely against you.

It’s been another half hour or so, and at this point your phone was just by the entryway, you couldn’t keep calling and texting, you would come off super pathetic, so you’re just enjoying the ambience of being with your parents and Sukuna. He’s made your dad damn near giddy, and you’re thankful for that, but your mind keeps drifting to Satoru.

“I think everything is ready! Drinks?” You say then, and Sukuna smiles a little. “Let me guess, beer?”

“I’ll drink whatever you’ve got.” His tone and eyes make you tremble just a bit, as you remember being with him - sex was never your problem, your problem was Sukuna was a little shit then. He was your first, and the memories hit your mind a little too vividly, and he seems to notice, leaning low. “What ya thinking about?”

“Nothing!? Nothing. Um…” The doorbell rings now, you figure at this point it’s a neighbor, your hopes of Satoru are just shoved back so it doesn’t hurt as much.

“I’ll go get it.” Your mom says then, smiling over at you two, when Sukuna brushes his rough, calloused fingers against your delicate cheek.

“Kuna…”

“There’s that nickname?” You glare, and he just chuckles, tilting your chin up to make you look at the tall man then. “What is on that mind? Memories?”

“Of you being a dick.” He sighs, dropping his hand then.

“Yeah, I was. A big dick to you. An idiot.”

“No, I mean, look at your life? It’s amazing.” His jaw clenches a bit, hands gripping the counter a bit tightly as you hear murmurs coming from the living room, but your heart is hammering in your ears, blocking it out.

“It’s not all amazing, okay? I thought of you alot. I wanted to reach out-”

“Satoru is here, honey.” You blink in shock, as you turn to look at Satoru Gojo, for once a complete disheveled mess, breathless almost as he smiles at you and then it falls, as he sees your proximity to Sukuna. “Sukuna came over and is having dinner, do you want to join us?”

Satoru wants to kill him, he wants to rip his arms off for being near you - which is irrational, it’s stupid, but it brings back every memory of longing and need while he watched the girl he loved in Sukuna’s arms. When Sukuna dated you he stopped being an ass to Satoru, it wasn’t until after the split he started being a dick again - a big dick to many people too, just particularly Satoru.

The hatred and resentment burn him so badly, he hardly notices you until he blinks it away, sighing, seeing your gorgeous dress. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, you’re so fucking beautiful tonight, dressed to go out and dressed to kill, that dress hugging every curve he was dying to touch, to hold, to kiss upon. Earrings dangle off your pretty ears, reflection against your dress as you look at him.

“I am so sorry, I… can we talk?” He asks then, softly, and you nod, trying not to let your hurt or worry make you angry at him, you need to hear him out.

“Sure. Just a minute, Sukuna.” He nods then, and you walk out to Satoru, he takes your wrist gently, pulling you over by the stairs, exhaling as he eyes you up and down slowly, as if he was caressing you with his blue eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, my god.” You look down nervously, biting your lip a bit, and he tilts your chin, leaning low, making you vividly remember his kisses. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Oh, thank you Satoru. I didn’t know where you… were… taking me.” Your pause speaks volumes, and he sighs, pulling out his phone now.

“I called so many times after I got service, there was a horrible accident and we got stuck for hours. I’m so sorry.” You hear it then, the desperation, as he shows you his phone. “Your messages didn’t come until then, I am so fucking sorry, I tried to get here as quickly as I could. But… I guess I’m too late.”

“What, no, no. You’re not too late.” You step closer, and he exhales, pulling you against his chest now, resting his head against yours. “Sukuna came to see my parents, we’re not on a date or anything.”

“Fuck…” His relief makes his shoulders slump.

“Were you… worried about that?” Your whisper makes him laugh softly, pulling back to look into your eyes, cool hand cupping your face.

“Yeah. I was.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats, while your hands cling to his soft sweater under his black jacket. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“How serious can we get if you leave soon?” Your voice is full of hurt, full of worry, and he can’t blame you one fucking bit, especially after soaking in what Samantha said.

“I will never just abandon you again.”

“Will you forget me again?” Your tears swim in your eyes, and you step back, shaking your head. “Fuck, ignore me, I’m tired I guess.”

Your words crush his heart, he feels it, the pain he put you through now, blinking back his own emotions. “I never forgot you, how could I?”

“You did.” You look away, and he turns you back to him, you fall again and again, over and over, body reacting, heart gravitating toward him against any better judgement you should have.

“No, I never fucking did.” His husky declaration is met with your mom peeking out now, concern on her face.

“Are you all going out or staying for dinner? There’s plenty, Satoru.” He clears his throat, watching you rub your arms nervously, a million things he’s dying to say to you, to tell you, all stuck in his fucking throat.

“We could just hit the movies and eat here, what do you think?” You say to him then, looking back up, as he runs a hand through his white locks.

“Think you look too beautiful not to take to a fancy restaurant, but I also think I’d love your mom’s cooking again.” You smile tremulously at his answer, sighing and trying to compose yourself.

“Then let’s go.” You take his hand, it feels too good, your little one engulfed in his warm palm, while Satoru sets his jacket and pulls out a chair for you, glaring over at Sukuna, who just smiles.

“Satoru, I should… say sorry for being a dick.” He says then, making Satoru blink in surprise.

“What?”

“I was a dick. Football makes us go to therapy, it’s really making me a little bitch but, here it is. I’m sorry.” He blinks once more, while he sits on the other side of you.

“Shit um, thanks I guess.” He mumbles, he still hates him, but he’s not going to keep the tension at the family table. Sukuna reaches around you to pat his shoulder, smiling a bit.

“It’s like a reunion huh?” Sukuna says teasingly, hand now finding your thigh under the table, making you look wide eyed at him, burning over your black tights. “It’s kind of nice being here again.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Satoru’s hand comes to your thigh now too, and you shift just a bit, Satoru’s is higher, thumb brushing circles on your soft inner thigh.

Some reunion.

“It’s nice to see you all getting along, and seeing you all again. I know she really missed you a lot, Satoru.” Your dad says then, and you hear it, the tone. Your dad was very protective, and he was never cool with his daughter being hurt - with Sukuna you both mutually broke up, but Satoru…

He really just left.

Satoru feels it in his gaze, sighing now. “Yeah well, certain people made High school shit for me. So I left.”

Sukuna looks away, sighing, and you feel the pain in his voice. “Not everyone was so bad.” You say softly, he nods then, hand on your thigh squeezing as Sukuna’s eases off.

“No, someone was amazing, and I shouldn’t have just left her.” His words are said in front of the room, and the tension eases, your dad smiles just a bit.

“She is amazing, you know.”

“Dad!”

“She is.” Satoru agrees, then he nibbles on the food in front of him, sighing. “I’m losing my abs this week.”

“You are not, silly!” You giggle with him, as all of you begin to reminisce, to talk softly, until food is done, and you’re going to help your mom clean up, but she stops you.

“You have a movie to get to, go on.” You smile at her knowing gaze.

“Satoru, have her home safe.” Your dad says, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m twenty six!”

“Still!”

“I’ll have her home safe. Unless she… wants to stay at my place again. But we’ll let you know, promise.” He nods then, hugging Satoru firmly.

“Please do, the roads are slick, be careful you two.”

“We will be, dad.” You look to see Sukuna saying his goodbyes as well, and Satoru glares at him, he can’t help it, the jealousy raging.

“Let me warm up the car, mmkay sweets?” He says softly, and you nod, but he shocks you by planting a kiss right on your cheek in front of everyone, making your skin heat up against his lips. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Thanks, Satoru.” You go to grab your jacket, but Sukuna has already gotten it, gently placing it over you as you two step outside into the cold, and you look up at him in the now dark night, just the porch light illuminating his silhouette. “Thank you so much for coming over, Sukuna. Truly.”

“I had fun catching up, your old man’s strong, he’ll be fine.” He pats your head affectionately, when you hug him tightly.

Satoru watches from his car and feels sick. He can’t hear a word you fucking said, but Sukuna showing up when he was supposed to already left him one step behind. Sukuna wraps his arms around you, you literally disappear in the big man’s embrace, while he gets the heat going, looking away before he does get sick.

He wants you to be his.

Is it selfish, is it fucking foolish? What future could you two even have? And you were a girl who needed a future, security, loyalty. You weren’t a girl he could just have and ever let go, but all he can think of is having you, over and over. All he can imagine is his lips bruising and marking every inch of your skin, not leaving the bed for days and just ordering food when you need it, fuck he’d hand feed you.

Shit Satoru Gojo has never thought of doing.

“You’re welcome, brat.” Sukuna says softly, after you thank him for spending time with your father.

“No, it meant alot. Truly. You’ve changed so much, but you weren’t all bad back then you know.” You tease, he chuckles then, sooty pink lashes lowering over those ruby eyes as his breath comes out in a puff of condensation.

“I fucked up with you. If you ever… figure out… all that.” He gestures his head to the car, and watches as you blush furiously. “And it’s not what you want, you have my contact info now. I’ll always answer your call, okay?”

“Sukuna, that's corny!”

“Fuck off, I know.” He glares, and you giggle again.

“That therapist should be famous.”

“Bye, now, brat.” You giggle and smack a kiss on his cheek, up on your tiptoes, watching a blush form on his cheeks. “It’s an open offer.” He says, husky toned, you nod then.

“Please drive safe!”

“You too, be careful tonight.”

“I will. Good night, Sukuna.” He nods with a half turn of is lips and walks over to his own sports car as you get inside the warmth with Satoru, smiling and then gasping as he yanks you against him. “Satoru?”

“I’ve been dying to do this all day.” He whispers huskily, before pressing his lips against yours, holding you against him in the warm confines of the car. He drinks up your sighs as you melt in his embrace, those shocks coursing through your veins from his plump lips, from his touch.

“Mnh…” Your soft cry makes him throb in need, but he tries to hold back, taking a breath instead, looking down at your now swollen lips, caressing them with his thumb.

“I never forgot you.” He repeats what he said earlier, you kiss him again, eagerly, tenderly, and he moans as you do, tongues dancing as lips keep pressing, melding against each other. “How could I?”

“Toru, I’m scared.” Your whisper makes him pause, he pulls back a bit, hands on your face now, shaking his head.

“I know. And I’m sorry you are. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing when I forgave you long ago, just… don’t hurt me again. Okay? I can’t handle it.” He nods, feeling your vulnerability, and you then relax, kissing him over and over, until he presses you against the door, leaned over, his hands dragging down your body, you whimper so sweetly he almost devours you there in that car.

“Shit, shit. I need to…” He backs off, watching your breasts rise and fall, he has never felt this, the insane need, once you all kissed he knew it was over, but every kiss drives him more out of his mind, as he falls just as bad as he had then. “I’ll fuck you right here if we don’t go.”

“In front of my parents!?”

“Full high school nostalgia.” You laugh then, and so does he, to break the tension, as you shakily put on your seat belt.

“None of that, gonna give my dad a damn heart attack. He has enough shit to deal with.” He presses one more kiss before he backs out of your driveway, an arm over the seat, brushing against the back of your neck.

“He looks healthy and good, I was really glad to see that.”

“Sukuna cheered him up playing football.” Your words are innocent and sweet, but he feels it hit - the inadequacy. He was supposed to be your best fucking friend in the world, and an ex had a better connection and was more involved.

The pain and guilt eats at him, and it’s quiet then, as the snow lightens up, and Satoru drives carefully in the night, you put a hand on his thigh, and his falls right over yours, squeezing it tightly. “Thank you for even going out with me tonight.”

“Of course, I want to… spend as much time as we can.” Your soft voice hits his ears, as you lean close, pressing a kiss on his neck.

“Me too, I was so stressed out, god being stuck in the car with Samantha was torture.” You laugh a bit, but he can hear it’s tense. “Sweetheart,” you two come to a stop, and he looks at you now, the streetlights casting a red glow over him while the snow finally stops falling, and the look he gives you makes your breath catch. “I only want you, okay?”

“Satoru you don’t-”

“No, I do. There’s nothing between me and her alright?” You nod then, swallowing nervously, as he kisses your forehead far too sweetly. “I used to sleep with her. But we never dated, I… never dated anyone.”

“Never?” You asked quietly, and he laughs without humor, looking back at the road now.

“Never. I guess I had someone in my head. I guess I had someone’s faded picture in my pocket.”

“You… what?” He taps his pocket, and you reach down now, emotions hitting your throat when you see it, the last picture he’d taken of you. You’re bright, cheerful and so, so happy. “You kept this?”

“You didn’t like it, and were gonna throw it out, remember? I got mad about it, so I swiped it. It was beautiful.” Your tears fall on the faded, crumbled up polaroid, taking several shaky breaths now as the meaning sinks in.

“I didn’t like it then, but… now I do.” He smiles, the weight off his chest while you put it back in his pocket. “Why didn’t you reach out?”

Satoru sighs, pulling up to another light, hand on yours gripping tightly as he studies you with that lidded gaze, with his plump lips parted just so, eyes that you have always loved looking into. But now they’re different, they’re jaded eyes yes, but there’s so much unsaid in them, so much it makes you falter, when he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, lips brushing your knuckles.

“I was terrified of feeling it all again. Every feeling I had for you, I just… thought it was best to shove down. But, I guess they never left.” The words in the yearbook flash across your mind now.

Did he mean them?

“I guess I never shared all my feelings, either.” You say softly, he is driving once more, but keeps your hand up by his lips.

“You have no fault in anything, here. You were just… you. And I love that, how you’re you. You are still you.”

“You’re still you, too, Satoru.”

He blinks a bit, sighing again. “Am I?”

“I think so.”

You hope so.

You wish it so.

You have never felt what this is, even with him before, the intensity of just being near him enough to drive you insane, every breath and motion leading you deeper into the abyss that is Satoru Gojo. Opening your heart to someone who could so easily crush it all over again, who can tear it all apart so casually, but it’s as if you would take it all if it meant having him for just a bit.

“What movie are we seeing, hmm?” Your whisper breaks him out of his thoughts, of how the fuck he could make this work, of how he could express everything that’s been bottled up inside. Of how he could be that Satoru for you again.

He looks over at your gorgeous face, bathed in moonlight, as beautiful as the day he first met you in school, the inner beauty just radiating with your kindness, your heart, all too much to even look upon. Momentarily stunned he doesn’t compute your question at first, instead just drinking in the love in front of him, the love of his life that he shoved aside like she was nothing.

He’s not even sure he deserves you near him, but he’s not going to fuck this up, aside from life literally already fucking the first part of the evening up.

“It was your favorite, they’re doing a whole re-run of it. And we have time to catch the last showing.”

You bounce just a bit in your seat, so cute then, he fucking melts, he aches, your smile so precious he can’t fathom how he lived with just the memory of it. You’re brightening up his heart, his world, as he just stares at you, so enamored that he has to get honked at to drive at the light again.

When the two of you arrive in that movie theater, he can hardly focus on anything but your laugh, your glittery eyes as you two settle with your snacks in the old theater, that hasn’t changed one damn bit. He’s so lost in you he can’t remember what the movie is called, or what it’s about, an arm wrapped around as you nibble on popcorn, snuggling up.

It feels too perfect, and Satoru can’t fuck this up. Knowing he’s had you for years existing across the country and could have had this the entire time makes every bit of money he’s had feel hollow. His phone keeps going off, he keeps ignoring the vibrations until you pull back curiously.

“It may be important, Satoru, check it.” He sighs, looking now that it’s his manager. “Go ahead, take a call, I'll be fine.”

“Fuck it, he can wait.” He says then, checking the texts and his heart drops as he sees it.

He has a shoot coming up tomorrow night and then he has to get back to Hollywood for a magazine interview and photo shoot for Vogue. One more measly day with the girl he’s been missing like a piece of his heart? How the fuck could he even tell you?

“What’s wrong, Toru?” You whisper, he just turns the screen off, leaning close and kissing you, tasting salty popcorn on your lips and licking it, making you laugh breathlessly.

“Nothing, it can all wait.” His words reassure you, despite the lingering concerns, as he pulls you back against him and reclines the big black leather seats, the two of you snuggling under the blanket he’d brought as you fall into your favorite movie.

But you also fall deeper for him, for the boy you knew and the man you’re trying to learn, who’s heart thuds steadily under your cheek.

Could you handle him leaving you again, or just enjoy this while it lasted, savor every moment, could you let him go again?

Next chap will be smutty AND emotional AND angsty, yayyy hehe

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lets not fall in love ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: working on the set of the newest bigbang video, you instantly find yourself crushing on seunghyun ・❥・word count: 1.3k ・❥・warnings: none, just fluff. ・❥・ authors note: this was a request that ive been so stoked to write because it's my favourite bigbang song!!

The name Choi Seunghyun wasn't new to you. In fact, you'd first met him when you were kids. You hadn’t spoken to him much back then. There had only been casual hellos, like kids often did. That was pretty much it. He had been a quiet kid, often spending time alone. Then, you'd switched schools and hadn't seen him again until he popped up on your television one day. BigBang were the most popular band in Korea. It felt surreal to see someone you had known be that famous. It was fame you hoped to achieve one day as an aspiring actress. So far, you'd had a few little jobs here and there in advertisements and that was all well and good but you wanted more.

When you landed the job to star in a BigBang music video, you were over the moon. Maybe this would be the break you needed. So many people loved those boys, so eyes would be on you. It made you excited at the possibilities it would bring for your career. And, it would be nice to see Seunghyun after all these years. He probably wouldn't remember you – he met so many people everyday so why would he remember a kid from years ago that he’d barely known?

Shockingly, he did.

When you’d greeted all the boys, introducing yourself to them, it had taken him a moment but when it clicked, he smiled warmly at you. That smile of his made your stomach flip. The dimples on his cheeks, the way his blonde hair fell in his face; it was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. It was safe to say he’d grown into one of the most handsome men you’d ever laid eyes on.

“You’re cool if I hold your hand, right?” Seunghyun asked as you prepared for the first scene. You’d got the lucky part of playing his love interest in the music video. 

“Yeah,” you replied quickly. Way too quickly. “I mean, sure, yeah, that’d be cool.”

Seunghyun laughed, leaning against the metal pole of the fence. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shutup,” you blushed, playfully pushing at his shoulder. “You know what else would be cute? If you hugged me from behind.”

“Oh, yeah, I bet you’d find that really cute.”

“You’re the worst.”

The director signalled that it was time to start filming so you took your position by the picnic table. Once action was shouted, you played your part to perfection, looking away acting like you had no idea Seunghyun was watching you. When he wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind, you leaned back into his embrace. It was all definitely for the cameras and not because you liked the feeling of his arms around you. It was all over for you when he took your hand, raising it above your heads as you walked around the table. The feeling of his hand in yours made you feel warm inside. The way he laced his fingers with yours with ease, it made you weak at the knees. You had to knock some sense into yourself – this was all an act. It wasn’t like any of it meant anything… but somewhere deep inside, you’d already realised you were crushing on this man and you’d only reconnected with him about an hour ago. 

It was so easy to lose yourself in acting like a couple with Seunghyun. He made it so easy, telling you dumb jokes to make you smile, booping you on the nose. At one point, you’d rested your head on his shoulder. It was an instant reaction from him to rest his head on yours, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. Seunghyun had this magnetic charm – it was easy to get enraptured in everything he did. The way he moved, the way he talked, it was mesmerising. No wonder he had so many girls fangirling over him. You could easily understand why. Not only did he have the looks but he had the personality to go with it. He was sweet, kind and always seemed to do whatever he could to put a smile on everyone’s face.

There was a bit of time before your next scenes so you decided to take a bathroom break. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you tried to calm your pounding heart. You hadn’t come here to get a crush on the person you were acting with. This was supposed to be professional.

‘Get a grip,’ you thought to yourself. You were almost tempted to splash your face with cold water as if that would help but then remembered the makeup you were wearing. The makeup artists had spent a good chunk of their time getting you camera ready, you couldn’t mess up their beautiful work.

Little did you know, Seunghyun was having the same internal dilemma.

“I’m screwed, bro,” he said to Jiyong as he threw himself dramatically down on the couch in their dressing room, his hand covering his eyes for added effect.

Jiyong snickered. “The song is called Let’s Not Fall In Love not Let's Fall In Love With My Old Classmate Turned Co-Star.”

“Yeah, okay, shutup,” Seunghyun peered through his fingers at his best friend. “What do I do?”

“Ask yourself when was the last time you’ve liked someone this quickly before. Then do something about it,” Jiyong shrugged.

Seunghyun thought about it. It really had been a long time since he’d caught feelings for someone so quickly. Actually, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had, that’s how long it had been. The second he’d laid eyes on you, his heart had started racing. Now, he didn’t believe in love at first sight and he definitely wasn’t in love but he had to take it as a sign. If you could get him this out of sorts so quickly then maybe he did need to do something about it.

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“Bet you can’t catch it in your mouth,” you challenged Seunghyun, a piece of popcorn ready between your fingers.

“Challenge accepted, go for it,” he opened his mouth. You threw the popcorn and he jumped up a little, catching it in his mouth with ease.

“Ugh. Are you just good at everything?”

“Dunno, wanna find out?” He raised a brow at you causing you to flush at the insinuation. You brought your hands up to your cheeks, trying to cover them but of course he noticed instantly. “You’re cute.”

Luckily you were saved by the director yelling for the scene to begin before you could embarrass yourself. In this scene you were watching a movie with Seunghyun, joking around. At one point, as you were staring at the screen, you could feel his eyes on you so you turned to face him. He broke into a cheeky grin, puckering his lips up and leaning in like he was going to kiss you. You were supposed to raise your hand up to stop him but as you did, Seunghyun moved it away, holding it in his.

This wasn’t part of the script.

Instead, he swiftly captured your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. You were caught completely off guard, freezing for a second before relaxing into it. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, lips moving slowly against his. ‘Cut’ was yelled from somewhere around you but it seemed like neither of you cared. How long his lips were on yours, you had no idea. Slowly, he pulled away. His eyes never left your face, his lips upturned in the sweetest smile.

“I hope that was okay,” his voice was quiet, almost cautious as if he was second guessing what he’d just done.

“It was more than okay,” you assured him. “I wouldn’t even complain if you did it again.”

“Maybe I’ll have to take you out after we finish shooting then. Really give you the full, genuine Seunghyun romantic experience.”

It was hard to contain a smile, eagerly nodding your head. “I’d love that.”

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𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘's 𝗩𝗘𝗥 !

prólogo you loved how much your boyfriend wanted you every minute, but you didn't know how badly needed I'd be at the end of Coachella. You should have kept the words of the person who was saying the fortune about his sexual drive in your mind, but you matched him. [MASTERLIST]

elenco shim jaeyun x f!reader

género smut with little plot

antes de leer switch!jake, switch!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cum eating, multiple orgasms, heavy oral (both), squrit, dirty talk, pet names (love, baby), slight degradation, temperature play (use of ice cubes), breeding, cockwarming at the end, mentions of future multiple rounds, riding, let me know if i missed something.

# palabras +3.5k

There was one thing about Jake that he could not contain, and it was his tongue outside the bedroom or on the stage.

At this point, you needed a tracker on how many times his tongue was out in a flirty manner the whole first day of Coachella. Ever since you accidentally told him he looked hot when he did that unconsciously, he does some on purpose, even winking at you while he dances his heart out, and you just have to pretend you are immune to those actions.

Aside from that, you enjoyed the performance, all seven members showing everyone what they've got and what they are missing out on. You could see it in his eyes; he still didn’t believe he was stepping onto that stage that was once unreachable. Behind his professionalism, there was awe written all over his face.

As they were approaching their last song , the lights from the stage made the moment feel even more surreal. Jake caught your gaze once more, throwing you a soft wink, a mischievous glint sparking behind his sweaty fringe. You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, mouthing Stop it when you knew he could see you.

Once they were finished, you quickly moved to the backstage alongside some staff that were around, camouflaging quickly into it since they knew you and smoothly going to where all the boys were doing a group hug, the view warming your heart enough to take your phone out to record a video.

You zoomed in, heart swelling at the sight of them completely tired but grinning from ear to ear. Jake was the first to break from the huddle, running a hand through his hair before glancing around when his eyes landed on you. You caught the image of his face lighting up, his unique boyish happiness that you were used to.

Despite his body screaming exhaustion, he jogged over to you to look directly at the camera.

“We did it!” He half-yelled into the camera, his two arms up in his normal pose, and soon hugged you, the camera in the middle of both of you, and you were sure the screen was pitch black.

“You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, love,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. He separates enough for you to see him smile shyly but soon recovers just enough to kiss your lips, but only for a brief second, kind of like a stolen peck. It left your heart stuttering in your chest, which led to you giving him a shy smile.

“Wait for me, okay?” You gave him a soft ‘yes’ before he gave you a final squeeze before pulling away. You turned the camera back towards him and the rest of his members, his cameraman in front of him as he recorded their grateful faces for a successful day one of Coachella and speeches.

After what felt like ten minutes, he came to you, only to grab you by the waist and kiss you again, this time more deeply yet a little fast for both of you licking. He separated with a smile on his face, and you laughed.

“Oh my god, what’s gotten into you?” You grabbed his jean jacket as his excitement was shown in his sudden energy rush.

“I feel like I’m on top of the world. Let’s go celebrate, you and me. Right now,” he said, and you look around for a moment.

“I actually still can’t believe you paid for the yurt at the safari campgrounds behind my back.” Jake just raised his shoulders, belittling it, but with a mocking smile on his face.

“And I said I will pay for everything since you told me you were coming and you went to purchase it behind my back, so… we are even.” You rolled your eyes to fill the lack of argument you had prepared and saw the manager. Before you could even move, Jake was already in front of him talking to him, even seeing Jake doing a little begging to him, soon returning to you with a happy face.

“What did you do?”

“I got permission to go to your yurt, but he will pick me up later since we need to do a livestream." You were really thinking if his face didn’t hurt because of how his smile never left his face; Jake’s grin was practically criminal at this point. “So, we’ve got—what—a little more than 1 hour of freedom?”

“You got one hour? How?” you echoed, not even hiding your surprise, and he didn’t answer. Instead, his hand casually slid to the small of your back as he walked you away from the backstage. With a few people that were from his staff, you two carefully took another route to the yurt to prevent any fan on the low; once inside the yurt, you turned on the lights as well as the air conditioner.

Jake stepped in behind you, closing the door and minimizing the noise from the festival without looking, his eyes already fixed on you. You kicked your shoes off and jumped in surprise when you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck after turning you around. His breath felt warm against your skin, and it sent shivers through your spine.

“You being here made it ten times better.” His voice was muffled by his position, but you could understand it perfectly. He started swaying slightly with you in his arms; you found yourself running your fingers through the now slightly damp strands of hair, making it messier than before, and your other hand brushed down the line of his back.

“You’re still sweaty,” you teased.

“Want me to shower?” he asked, finally raising his head up to lock your eyes with his.

“You didn’t even bring new clothes and might not have time for that with your little countdown going on,” you said, though your breath caught when he kissed you, fierce and passionate.

His hands were firm on your ass, squeezing it through your denim shorts, and when you were on his jacket, he started to guide you back until the back of your knees met the edge of the bed, his hands no longer on your body but taking his jacket off. The kiss kept his rough pace, even adding tongue on it that made your head fuzzy; he lowered himself to grab the back of your thighs, legs wrapped on his hips.

He sat on the bed with you on top of him; Jake’s lips never left yours as he helped you shimmy out of your top, hands brushing along your skin with just enough roughness to make you shiver. His breath was hot against your cheek, ragged from both the performance and the rush between you now.

“Fuck, you are so pretty,” he murmured against your lips as he held you against him.

Your fingers fumbled with his zipper, not just from urgency, but from the way he looked at you — pupils blown wide, sweat still clinging to his skin from the stage, the edge of performance adrenaline still humming through every line of his body. He helped you, impatient now, both of you caught somewhere between laughter and need as you shed your clothes like they were on fire.

The backs of your thighs burned from his palms, spreading you wider against him as he lay back, bringing you with him, his mouth trailing over your chest, your collarbone, claiming every inch of you while he still had time. The fabric of his tank top clung to him, and you pushed it up over his head, revealing the lean muscle beneath, and threw it on the floor.

“I should be tired,” he groaned, letting his head fall back briefly against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you’re better than any encore.”

You leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, letting your teeth graze his jaw. “You better make this a good one then; you earned it.”

Jake laughed, and as he flipped you both with sudden ease, pinning your wrists beside your head, the look in his eyes said he absolutely intended to. His lips went to yours again. “Have you drunk?”

“A little pregame.” You admitted he suddenly left your body on the bed to go to the mini fridge, grabbed one of the plastic cups that you bought, and added a few ice cubes to it, coming back soon to be on top of you. “What are you trying to do?”

“Take the last pieces of clothes off you,” the rush of energy he had before calmed down, one of his dainty fingers grabbing an ice cube and putting it right about your chest; you exhale sharply at the sensation.

Because of that, your body radiated; it started to melt easily, all traces of water over your body, and he licked it. The coldness of his fingers stopped at the hook of your bra, slowly sliding the bra off your shoulders to later remove it completely; he sighed at the view of your erect nipples.

The corners of his mouth curled as his hands kept doing a trail of melted ice. The ice went lower until it reached your nipple, leaving it there for a moment. "Shit, Jake."

Jake’s eyes flicked up to yours, a face of satisfaction lighting behind the strands of his fringe as he watched your chest rise sharply with the chill. “Too cold?” he asked, his tone teasing enough to make you moan.

You didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth was on you — hot — deliciously contrasting with the ice that made your toes curl into the sheets. He swirled his tongue over where the cube had rested, chasing the water with slow motions, then gave a teasing suck that had you gasping his name.

“Thought I earned it, love,” he murmured, voice husky as he reached for another ice cube, already half-melted in his warm fingers. You barely had time to catch your breath before the same tingling chill kissed your other side, and then his mouth followed once again. You could see in his doe eyes that he was trying to take on every reaction he pulled from you.

Your back arched involuntarily, hands clenching into the sheets as he took his time, the lazy licks already making you more impatient.

You felt the scrape of his teeth, and your breath hitched, followed by a soothing lick that had your skin breaking out in goosebumps. Jake glanced up again at you, laughing a little at the state you were in.

He left a trail of kisses across your chest, down the center of your torso, tracing where melted ice had already disappeared, his hands hooked under the waistband of your shorts.

“These need to go,” he said, his fingers working quickly, tugging them down with your underwear in one motion, his mouth following close behind with hungry kisses pressed to every inch of newly exposed skin.

The last ice cube was on his hands as he threw the empty cup, starting from the valley of your breast to your belly button. "Baby, please," you begged, but soon the begging turned into a high-pitched moan when the ice was put on your clit.

Jake's eyes never left your face as he guided the melting cube by doing circles on it, the cold shocking against the heat of your cunt, making your entire body tense in the most delicious way.

“Baby, please, I-I can't… ” You gasped again, your voice trembling between need and desperation.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he whispered, soon throwing the half-melted cube aside and replacing it with the heat of his mouth. His grip tightened on your hips, grounding you as his mouth went directly to abuse your clit and his fingers went inside you, easily making their way to your G-spot.

"Fuck, Jake!" You cried out, your body was trembling, and his fingers were thrusting inside you as he slurped all your arousal like a starved man, working you like he knew your body better than his own — and he did. His tongue flicked and circled on your clit, and your thighs caught his head, and instead of separating your legs, he went faster.

The suffocating sensation was pure bliss to him, his fingers going up and down as he heard you gasping and screaming just for him, "Jake, God!"

His moans were thrown directly to your core, your left hand grabbing his hair and the other one clutching the sheets, toes curling, and every muscle in your body simply straining toward him. His fingers started a vertical motion, and you lost it, the coil in your stomach rapidly exploding; you wanted to take him out of your pussy, knowing the familiar sensation.

"Jake, I-I'm going to—" Your pathetic warning came out broken, barely making it past your lips.

But he dove deeper, his fingers curled and pressing exactly where you needed, tongue practically making out with your bundle of nevers until you finally snapped, a full-body quake ripping through you as your climax hit hard like you have never felt before. The space of your yurt echoed your crying as Jake held you through it, licking all your squirt, his hips grinding on the mattress.

"Fuck, baby," he said, finally letting you breathe, but with his fingers letting every ounce of your orgasm out. "You're so perfect when you let go like that. So creamy for me."

You weren't even paying attention; you were completely lost in your ongoing orgasm, the high buzzing through your limbs as your hands slipped from where they were grabbing, too spent to do anything but just lay into the mattress.

Jake finally rose, his face flushed and glistening with your first orgasm. He crawled back over you, forearms braced on either side of your body as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Open your mouth for me, love." You did as he said, a drop of his saliva landing right on the tip of your tongue, sliding in before you swallowed it. With the energy that was back in your body, it was your turn to lay him down on the bed. You removed his pants with his help, your eyes distracted by the view of a wet patch in front of his boxers.

"Did you cum in your pants?" His face got even more red.

"Sorry, love. Couldn't help myself."

You blinked in surprise, a slow smirk forming as your hand ran teasingly down his abdomen, seeing him tense. "You came just from that?"

Jake covered his face with his hand, groaning in embarrassment, though the crooked smile tugging at his lips gave him away. "You have no idea what you look like when you fall apart because of me," he muttered from behind his fingers.

You gently pulled his hand away, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. "That might've been the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Jake looked up at you with a needy, almost dazed expression; his hand found your hips instinctively as you hovered above him, your fingers curling under the waistband of his soaked boxers. He helped you out by lifting his hips for you, and you tugged them down slowly, only to reveal his length — already hard again, as if the memory of your orgasm only turned him on again.

"Jesus, Jake," you whispered under your breath, wrapping one hand around him, giving a lazy stroke that made his hips jerk, especially when your thumb created invisible circles on his tip. "You're already this hard again for me?"

He bit his lip, a helpless moan escaping him. "We have more than an hour, right?"

You giggled lowly and leaned down, kissing just below his navel, tracing the fine trail of hair down to where your hand worked him slowly. His thighs twitched beneath you; you now kissed way lower, licking a stripe up his shaft before settling back to hover above him, your mouths almost touching, creating some desperation in him as he tried to reach your lips, but you pulled away.

Jake cupped the back of your head at the saw of your intentions. "Please ride me, love."

You made a thinking face before standing up, trying your best not to let your shaky legs betray you, opening your fridge to grab two of the smallest ice cubes you had, and going back to him. "Let me have fun first, love,"

Jake leaned back on his elbows, watching you climb back onto the bed, straddling him again slowly, and held up the ice between your fingers. He hissed when the cube touched his skin, soft sighs leaving his body as you trace lines across his stomach, watching the droplets trail down and catch on the curves of his abs.

"You're evil—fuck," he breathed, but soon broke into a moan as the ice reached his tip. He was so focused on the sensation that he didn’t see the second ice cube vanish between your lips.

When he looked back at you, your mouth was curved in a wicked little smile, lips tinged pink and glistening. “What are you—”

You didn’t give him time to finish; you simply leaned down and took as much as you could of his length. "Shit—"

Your movements were slow, teasing his sensitive, even more when your hand reached his balls to add to the pleasure.

"So good, baby… Keep going." His head fell back, breathing through the pleasure, feeling how you easily increased and decreased your pace, not wanting him to have his second orgasm.

You could feel how his length was getting bigger in your mouth, his hand now in your hair a clear sign of how he would cum again for you, and just like he did, you wanted him to cum in your mouth.

Your hand was cooperating with your mouth, a faster speed, and the grip on your hair tightened in desperation. "Baby, I'm so—" You met his eyes, his already looking at you, and you knew that was enough to send him to the edge, his release hitting the back of your throat.

You milked him until he had to physically take you out; he watched how you swallowed everything with his eyes hooded in pleasure, how you once again straddled him and hissed at your touch in his sensitive length, guiding him to your pulsing entrance.

The second you sank down onto him, both of you moaned in unison, the adrenaline still pulsing in his veins, the reason why he grabbed your hips and helped you out, grounding both of you.

"Fuck—" just like him, you were sensitive, but the need to have him inside was bigger.

You rolled your hips, getting used to the stretch and length that, no matter how much you had sex with him, your eyes closed as you felt his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs grazing the curve of your breasts. He met your rhythm, a delicious friction building again, his name falling from his lips like a prayer.

He sat up, pressing his chest to yours, arms caging you close as he moved with you — hips snapping up to meet yours faster, his mouth found your shoulder and your neck, biting softly when you clenched around him.

"You feel like heaven, baby," he said, moaning as your nails scratched his back, feeling how intensely your orgasm was creating.

"Don't stop, Jake. Please," you said against his ear, and thankfully, he didn't. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he thrust up into you even harder, pulling more than one gasp from your throat and tears from your eyes due to the pleasure.

The coil inside you twisted tighter again; Jake felt it in the way your body trembled.

"Such a good girl," he stated, and you looked at him, vision blurry due to the intensity of the moment. "Should I let you cum?"

Your lips were parted, barely able to catch your breath. "Please. I need it—I need you."

He delivered a couple of spanks on your ass, high-pitched moans every time he did that, one of his thumbs going straight to your clit to rub again. "Feel that? How deep I am inside you? We are the only ones who get this."

You cried out, climax finally reaching you in a brutal way, your walls tightening around him until his groan rumbled in your ear.

"Cum for me again, love. Let me feel it." You collapse against him as you do it, whimpering his name over and over, the overstimulation almost unreal. Jake held you through it; his own release made his hips stutter as he buried himself one last time.

Your bodies clung together, his cum inside you still, making you feel full of him.

Jake pressed kisses to your temple, brushing away damp strands of his hair from your cheek. "I could miss ten livestreams for you. I'm not joking."

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You laughed a little, looking at how his eyes were on the walls of the yurt and smiled at you, "I still have time."

─── GUESS WHO IS LEARNING MORE WORDS I've finally been using my dear dictionary more to find synonyms, although it's clear that I'm not risking so much, I'll do it and with better words muk muk

THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MY FREAKUENCY TWIN @awqken ☝️💗

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I just need to say that I LOVE your work, especially the ones that can be read as platonic.

So as an inverse of the parent Yuu post, let me suggest a child!Yuu, you can decide the age, but I was thinking like under 10 because

1. It is very funny to imagine a kid being involved in all the teenager drama.

The way that thing would go is just so funny. I am a pacifist, guilty, fan of Papa Crowley, but imagine him as a person who still would give Kid!Yuu the tasks as the original one is hilarious.

3. Platonic twist boys, my beloveds.

And I think that Kid!Yuu could be those kids who are a little up on the time; ngl, I like neglect Reader/Mc/Yuu content a lot so lets put a little a bit of it too.

I guess this is it; it sounds more like me divagating than anything else, but okay. Remember to eat something, stay hydrated, and keep up the good work.

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Aww, thank you so much! I love the platonic content in any series, but especially in Twisted Wonderland because I relate to many of the characters' struggles (I had a really difficult period of depression as a teenager, among other things), so part of me just wants to go and give them a hug.

Technically, I already have a series of posts as Child! Yuu, but I understand what you're saying and I like it!

Probably Child! Yuu did something rash like letting go of their parents' hands while crossing the street and was hit by the black carriage and transported to TWST. Either way, at first they didn't see the gravity of the situation, precisely because of the childlike mentality of now being in their own version of Alice in Wonderland (not in those exact words, but definitely with that train of thought).

In this way, they quickly becomes friends with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. After all, there isn't much to do while Crowley tries to "bring them back home." So they tries to have fun however they wants, without worrying about anything until the incident with the monster in the mine (perhaps it happens slightly differently here, but with the same essence and result). It's from this point on that Child! Yuu is generally more protected by Deuce, Ace and Grim.

Crowley lets Yuu live within the institution instead of Ramshackle, and is surprisingly present when it comes to the little child from another world. It's not uncommon to see Yuu sleeping in his office, stealing his hat, or even tucked into his coat when there's nothing else to do. When they ask Crowley about it, he simply says he allows them this kind of closeness because he's "very kind," but the truth is everyone can see the clear favoritism (which is why, if any student breaks something, they blame Yuu directly, knowing it will simply be swept under the rug. If it were any other student, it would be an instant detention).

Riddle is sincerely concerned that Ace and Deuce will be bad influences on Yuu, so he lets them know that he won't tolerate any out-of-character behavior with such a young child present (things like rude gestures, swearing, obscene signs, as he says, will be severely punished even without Yuu's presence). However, he also has his restrictions for Yuu, such as a limited amount of candy (he doesn't want the kid to get cavities so early in life), they can only play with the hedgehogs for the same amount of time they studies/reads a book, etc.

Riddle post-Overblot is much softer on Yuu as a child, especially if Yuu themself has a history of neglect from their family in their world. Riddle himself has fresh childhood wounds, so he doesn't want this GOOD child to end up swallowed up by pain and trauma the same way he was. If he can contribute to making Yuu's childhood happier, then he'll gladly do so.

Leona doesn't like children; I think we can consider that a universal truth. At least not loud and nosy children, and Yuu initially counted as loud and nosy, though one thing Leona found funny about them was that the child acted much older than they actually was, as if they could do something to him. Yuu isn't scary, not one bit, but they're not afraid of anything, so Leona respects their courage.

There are some things Yuu says that show they didn't have a good upbringing in their world, and that leads to something new: sympathy. Leona isn't easy on the kid, obviously, but he doesn't leave them to fate (whether it's sending Jack to make sure the kid stays alive or Ruggie to bring em something extra). Let's just say that Yuu and Leona, in a weird way, understand each other.

Azul definitely tries to take advantage of Crowley's favoritism toward Yuu to get him to make a deal with him, but fortunately Yuu understands the concept of "stranger danger" and avoids him at all costs. After Book 3, however, Yuu started stopping by Octavinelle if he wanted something better than cafeteria food (or the food Crowley gave them). Floyd especially loves to play (non-lethal way) with Yuu; it's not uncommon to see him running around campus with Yuu on his shoulders (usually screaming, either from happiness or fear, that is the question).

I don't think Child!Yuu can join the first-year classes for obvious reasons, but Azul is quite willing to give them private lessons so they doesn't stagnate in their education (with a small fee that Crowley has to pay, of course). Though sometimes it seems like it's just an excuse for Yuu to come to Octavinelle when they're too overwhelmed by Crowley's disasters.

Kalim finds Yuu adorable! He has some trouble taking his hands off them—he just wants to squeeze their face, hug them, and GHAAAAA! He totally has bouts of cute aggression. With Kalim's massive amount of siblings, you can expect him to be especially empathetic and protective of younger Yuu; he can't help but see them as his little sibilings.

Kalim gets really sad whenever Yuu mentions anything that implies they didn't have loving parents or a happy childhood in general, which can lead to a cuddle session on his part, assuring Yuu that they'll never want for anything while in Scarabia (and Kalim makes sure he lives up to that promise). If it weren't for Crowley (and his age), Kalim would have already adopted Yuu as a little sibiling.

By the events of Book 5, Yuu is already showing more signs of nostalgia and missing their world than before, even to the point of changing attitude. Vil is probably one of the people who notices this change when he sees them interacting with Ace and Deuce (during their time in Ramshackle). Vil isn't gentle with anyone under any circumstances, but it worries him a little to see this normally cheerful and energetic child suddenly so downcast and sad. That doesn't look good, honey. No child should look so broken.

Vil is probably the only one of the dorm leaders who goes directly to Crowley with his concerns. Even if he takes the director's promises with a grain of salt, he does make it his mission to make sure Yuu is okay, both physically and psychologically. This includes using an outing or event as an excuse for Yuu to have fun, or even turning a blind eye to things he normally wouldn't allow (eating sweets or junk food, getting dirty while playing, etc.).

Idia knew about Yuu from the rumors surrounding them, but he didn't really think they'd ever really interact until the events of Book 6. After that, there's a good chance Ortho and Yuu became good friends (being the closest in age to Yuu), so Idia went from never seeing Yuu to seeing them a few times on an average day. Sometimes the older brother instinct extends to Yuu too (maybe because they reminds him of Ortho in a way), in things like keeping Yuu from touching things they shouldn't, patting them on the head when they gets an answer right, etc.

Idia is...awkward for comfort, but he tries, genuinely tries. Besides, it's very likely that he himself is looking for a way to get Yuu back home, not only because he KNOWS Crowley isn't doing shit, but because there are surely people going crazy looking for Yuu in their world (maybe not the parents, but another family member must surely be very worried about them).

Malleus was always curious about the human child who unexpectedly arrived in his life. Not only was they not afraid of him, but they saw him in a way that Malleus could only describe as fascination and curiosity, something truly incredible to him. For this reason, Malleus constantly followed Yuu, whether to prevent the kid from hurting themself or being hurt by others, but he also ended up enjoying their company, their simple way of seeing the world, even seeing him.

For this reason, Malleus quickly noticed when his young friend began to become more discouraged, struggling to keep up with the tasks the adults assigned them (quite irresponsibly, he could say). Malleus understands to a certain extent (he compares this to how he used to miss Lilia when he went on trips), so if Yuu needs someone to listen to them the way they listens to others, Malleus has his arms open.

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Awwww muchas gracias! Amo el contenido platónico de cualquier serie, pero especialmente en Twisted Wonderland porque me identifico con muchas de las luchas de los personajes (tuve una etapa depresiva muy difícil en la adolescencia, entre otras cosas), por lo que una parte de mí solo quiere ir y darles un abrazo.

Ya tengo técnicamente una serie de posts como Child! Yuu, pero entiendo lo que dices ¡y me gusta!

Probablemente Child!Yuu hizo algo precipitado como soltarse de la mano de sus padres al cruzar la calle y fue golpeado por el carruaje negro y transportado a TWST. De cualquier manera, al principio no veían la gravedad de la situación, justamente por la mentalidad infantil de ahora estar en su propia versión de Alicia en el país de las maravillas (no con esas palabras exactas, pero definitivamente con ese tren de pensamiento).

De esa forma se hace amigo de Ace, Deuce y Grim bastante rápido, después de todo no hay mucho que hacer mientras Crowley trata de “regresarlo a casa”, asi que trata de divertirse como quiera, sin preocuparse por nada hasta el incidente con el monstruo en la mina (talvez aquí pasa de forma ligeramente diferente, pero con la misma esencia y resultado). Es a partir de aquí que Child!Yuu es mas resguardado por Adeuce y Grim en general.

Crowley deja que Yuu viva dentro de la institución en vez de ramshackle, y es sorprendentemente presente cuando se trata del pequeño niño de otro mundo. No es raro ver a Yuu durmiendo en su oficina, robando su sombrero o incluso metido en su abrigo cuando no hay nada que hacer. Cuando le preguntan a Crowley al respecto, el simplemente dice que le permite este tipo de cercanía porque es “muy amable” pero la verdad todos pueden ver que hay un claro favoritismo (por lo mismo, si algún estudiante rompe algo, directamente culpan a Yuu, porque saben que entonces simplemente será barrido bajo la alfombra. Si fuera cualquier otro estudiante seria detención instantánea).

Riddle sinceramente está preocupado de que Ace y Deuce sean unas malas influencias en Yuu, por lo que les hace saber que no va a tolerar ningún comportamiento fuera de lugar con un niño tan joven presente (cosas como gestos groseros, malas palabras, signos obscenos, como él dice, serán severamente castigados incluso sin la presencia de Yuu), sin embargo, también tiene sus restricciones para Yuu, como un número limitado de dulces (no quiere que el nene tenga caries tan temprano en la vida), solo puede jugar con los erizos el mismo tiempo que estudio/leyó un lbro, etc.

Riddle post Overblot es mucho más blando con Yuu niño y más si el propio Yuu tiene un historial de negligencia por parte de su familia en su mundo. Riddle mismo tiene heridas de la infancia frescas, por lo que no quiere que este niño BUENO termine absorbido por el dolor y trauma de la misma forma que él lo hizo, si él puede contribuir que la infancia de Yuu sea más feliz, entonces lo hará encantado.

Leona no le gustan los niños, creo que podemos considerar eso una verdad universal. Al menos los niños ruidosos y entrometidos, y Yuu al principio contaba como ruidoso y entrometido, aunque algo que Leona encontraba gracioso de él es que el niño actuaba como si fuera mucho más grande de lo que realmente era, como si pudiera hacer algo contra EL. Yuu no asusta, ni un poco, pero no le tiene miedo a nada, por lo que Leona respeta sus agallas.

Hay algunas cosas que Yuu dice que dejan ver que no tuvo una buena crianza en su mundo, y eso lleva a algo nuevo, simpatía. Leona no es suave con el niño, obviamente, pero no lo deja a su suerte (ya sea mandando a Jack para asegurarse de que el niño siga vivo o Ruggie para llevarle algo extra). Digamos que Yuu y Leona, de una forma rara, se entienden.

Azul definitivamente trata de aprovecharse del favoritismo de Crowley hacia Yuu para que asi haga un trato con él, pero afortunadamente Yuu conoce el concepto de “peligro extraño” y lo evitaba a cualquier costa. Después del libro 3, sin embargo, Yuu empezó a pasar por Octavinelle si quería algo mejor que la comida de la cafetería (o la comida que le daba Crowley). Floyd especialmente le encanta jugar (de forma no letal) con Yuu, no es raro verlo correr por el campus con Yuu en sus hombros (normalmente gritando, de felicidad o de miedo, esa es la cuestión).

No creo que Child!Yuu pueda unirse a las clases de los de primer año por obvias razones, pero Azul esta bastante dispuesto a darle clases particulares para que no se estanque en su educación (con una pequeña cuota que Crowley tiene que pagar por supuesto). Aunque a veces parece que es solo una excusa para que Yuu venga a Octavinelle cuando esta muy sobrecargado de los desastres de Crowley.

Kalim encuentra a Yuu adorable! Tiene ciertos problemas en quitarle las manos encima ¡simplemente quiere apretarle la cara, abrazarlo y GHAAAAA! Completamente tiene ataques de cute agression. Con la cantidad masiva de hermanos que tiene Kalim, puedes esperar que sea especialmente empático y protector con un Yuu más joven, no puede evitar ver en ellos a sus hermanos pequeños.

Kalim se siente muy mal cada vez que Yuu menciona algo que denota que no tuvo padres amorosos o una infancia feliz en general, lo que puede llevar a una sesión de abrazos por su parte y asegurarle a Yuu que nunca le faltara nada estando en Scarabia (y vaya que Kalim se asegura de cumplir esa parte). Si no fuera por Crowley (y su edad), Kalim ya habría adoptado a Yuu como hermanito.

Para los eventos del libro 5, Yuu ya empieza a tener mas signos de nostalgia y de extrañar su mundo que antes, incluso llegando a cambiar de actitud, y probablemente una de las personas que se da cuenta de este cambio es Vil cuando le ve interactuar con Ace y Deuce (durante el tiempo que estuvieron en ramshackle). Vil no es suave con nadie bajo ninguna circunstancia, pero le preocupa un poco mucho ver a este niño normalmente alegre y enérgico, de la nada, tan desplomado y triste. Eso no se ve bien, cariño, ningún niño debería verse tan acabado.

Vil es probablemente el único de los líderes de dormitorio que va directamente con Crowley con sus preocupaciones, aun si toma con un gran gramo de sal las promesas del director, lo toma en sus manos asegurarse de que Yuu esté bien, tanto física como psicológicamente, ya sea usando de excusa alguna salida o evento para que Yuu se divierta, incluso haciendo la vista gorda de cosas que normalmente no le permitiría (comer dulces o comida chatarra, ensuciarse al jugar, etc.)

Idia sabia de Yuu por los rumores que había a su alrededor, pero realmente no pensó que llegarían a interactuar de verdad hasta los eventos del libro 6. Después de eso, hay una buena posibilidad de que Ortho y Yuu se hicieran buenos amigos (al ser lo más cercano en edad a Yuu), por lo que Idia paso de no ver nunca a Yuu a verle unas cuantas veces en un dia promedio. a veces el instinto de hermano mayor también se extiende a Yuu (talvez porque le recuerda de cierta forma a Ortho), en cosas como evitar que Yuu toque cosas que no debe, darle palmadas en la cabeza cuando dice bien una respuesta, etc.

Idia es…incómodo para el confort, pero lo intenta, genuinamente lo intenta. Además, es muy probable que el mismo este buscando una forma de regresar a Yuu a su casa no solo porque él SABE que Crowley no hace una mierda, sino porque de seguro hay gente que está perdiendo la cabeza buscando a Yuu en su mundo (talvez no sus padres, pero otra familia de seguro debe estar muy preocupada por ellos).

Malleus siempre sintió curiosidad por el niño humano que llego de forma inesperada a su vida, no solo no le tenía miedo, sino que lo veía de una forma que Malleus solo podía decir que era fascinación y curiosidad, algo verdaderamente increíble para él. Por lo mismo, Malleus seguía constantemente a Yuu, ya fuera para evitar que el niño se lastimara o que lo lastimaran, pero también termino disfrutando de su compañía, de su forma simple de ver el mundo, de verlo a él incluso.

Por lo mismo, Malleus noto rápidamente cuando su joven amigo empezó a estar más desanimado, a tener problemas para estar a la altura de las tareas que le dejaban los adultos (de forma bastante irresponsable, podía decir). Malleus entiende hasta cierto punto (compara esto con como el solia extrañar a Lilia cuando se iba de viaje), por lo que, si Yuu necesita a alguien que le escuche de la misma forma que el escucha a los demás, Malleus tiene los brazos abiertos.

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Darling

Pairing: Remmick x Female!Reader

Warnings: violence, language, vampires, blood sucking, smut, death.

Part two

a/n: I haven’t written in so long but Remmick has reawakened something in me and I had to write for him. Jack O’Connell I love you please keep playing horny characters 🙏 Thank you for everyone reading this I promise there will be a part two with the good stuff (smut smut smut) let me know if you wanted to be added to the tag list and feel free to send me prompts for Remmick fics!

Tonight was the night.

The Smoke Stack twins were opening up their juke joint. Stack had approached you that morning with their little cousin Sammie.

Money landed in front of you on the diner table you were wiping down. You sigh, and look up to the familiar face of Stack. “What the hell is you sorry ass doing back here?” You chuckle. “Good to see you too Y/N” he grins, his gold teeth shining the in the diner lights. You hadn’t seen his face since he left for Chicago, the memories of growing up with the boys flooding your mind and you found yourself engulfing the tough man in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen heard of their successes down in Chicago and you had been glad they made it out of this place, away from the awful memories that were impossible for them to escape here. “Is Smoke here too?” You ask as you continue cleaning the dishes off the table and the two boys follow you. “Yeah he’s just taking care of some..business.” He smirks in reply. “Business?” You eye the man, knowing how many illegal activities “business” could entail. “You better not let Mary know you’re here. She’s been heartbroken since you left and didn’t come back. She waited for so long and I don’t care if you’re my friend if you do anything to hurt her again I will beat your ass.” You laugh but the threat is truthful and Stack knows it too. Pain flashes across his face for a short moment before he covers it with his grin. “I heard about your mom Y/N.” Your eyes meet his and you try to hide the pain that fills them at the mention of your mother. “I’m sorry we weren’t here, trust me we wanted to be. I miss her but it was just too hard and anyways we had business. Understanding flashes across your face “Trust me she knew you loved her, even if you showed it in your own, messed up way.” You smirk “She loved you boys lie you were her own.” You knew how hard it must have been for them to come back here, but you were glad they did. Stack coughed the change the topic quickly, “about Mary..she knows.” You almost choke on your surprise, “and you’re still alive?” You question. “Apparently she knew we were coming home, she cornered me at the train station.” You shake your head, “I’m gonna kill her, she didn’t even tell me she was coming home.” Smoke chuckles, “Alright you guys are free to figure that out AFTER our grand opening, I need you alive tonight.” You look at Stack suspiciously “what is it you boys need?” He smiles at you “I knew I could count on you.” You roll your eyes at his antics, “We need you to make the place look real nice and welcoming so our guests can enjoy themselves and party.” He eyes you and pulls out his wad of cash from his coat pocket. “AND we will have blues music, see little Sammie here is the best blues man around. We were thinking that maybe you could some songs with him.” He bribes you by waving the money in the air. “You know I don’t sing no more.” You haven’t sang anything since your mom go sick, she was the one who taught you and you just couldn’t bear to do it without her anymore. You shake your head at the man’s request. “Y/N, you know you have the best voice around, there’s no one that can bring music to life and get people on their feet better than you. That’s exactly what our joint needs.” He eyes you as you still look unsure. “C’mon. For old time’s sake? “ He can tell what your problem is by the look on your face “Your mom would want you to sing.” You know he was right. “Fine. I’ll do it” You sigh taking the money from the man.

“Well I’d say I outdid myself,” you say taking in the beautiful decorations you put out at the mill. “I do say I think we will have a mighty fine time tonight boys.” You smirk at the twins. “Oooh this will be the best grand opening this side of Mississippi has ever seen. Thank you for your help Y/N. It looks great.” Stack puts him arm around you “They aren’t ready” Smoke says, he looks at his watch “We open in 30 minutes, let’s do this.” Him and Stack do they handshake and hug each other. You make your way to the extra room “I’m gonna change out of these disgusting clothes now.” You yell to the boys.

By the time you get done changing and doing last minute touch ups to the decorations people begin to file in. The mill fills up pretty quickly as people begin to mingle and grab drinks. You admire all the hard work you guys put in and finally feel yourself relax a bit when Grace slides a drink in your hand. You send her a grateful smile “Thanks doll” you wink. You see Mary walk in and scan the room. You can only assume she’s looking for Stack, that poor girl. Sammie stops her a you chuckle interested to see how this goes. “Boy if you don’t get the fuck out of my face” Mary shoots at Sammie. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and they both snap their heads in your direction. “Damn Sammie you gonna let my little sis talk to you like that?” You give him a pat on the back, “Mary you remember little Sammie don’t you? You better be careful with your language his dad’s a preacher, remember?” Surprise takes over her expression “Little preacher boy Sammie?” She gasps and Sammie rolls his eyes at the two of you. You shove her “I can’t believe the twins knew you were here before your own sister!” You exclaim. She rolls her eyes at you but ignores the remark and turns her attention back to Sammie, “Sammie? Like little Sammie? You old enough to drink now?…cmon let me buy you a drink.” She pulls him to the bar as you make your way to the dance floor and you let the music take over your body. You find yourself forgetting where you are and getting swept up in the sweet sounds of Slim’s song.

Slim finishes his set and introduces you and Sammie to join him. You’re excited to play with the boy you’ve heard so much about. You start playing the music and immediately you feel it overtake you. The song explodes from your lips and your voices begin to intertwine together. Every person in the joint is on their feet and dancing as the energy of the music flows through them all. The building almost feels like it’s in flames from how alive it is. Sammie and your voice blend together like sweet honey and for a moment you think there could be some possibility of you making a career of this. Singing is what you loved to do, it tells a story and brings people together. You thought you had long let go of your desire for this but doing it tonight reignited that spark that you know will never really leave you. You and Sammie perform quite well together and you hope to yourself that this isn’t the last time you get to sing together. He has a passion for music that is rare and infectious and you just want to surround yourself with it. You finish the song and you are sweating the high of the song still lingering on your skin like a buzz. You and Sammie thank the audience together and you look at Sammie, who is quite distracted by Pearline’s gaze. “Why don’t you go make a move on her preacher boy, she’s giving you the eyes.” You wink at him. “You really think so?” He smirks at you. You laugh “Oh yeah. Go get her.” You pat him on the back and leave him to it chuckling. You go to grab a drink, you look around at everyone enjoying themselves, you knew the twins could throw a successful party but this was something else. Your eye stops when it sees Stack, standing by a closed door and covering his smirk. “What the hell are you doing?” You ask walking up behind the man. He shushes you and pulls you toward the door. “Preacher boy’s gettin some lickin,” he whispers with a smirk. You have to cover your mouth at the sound you are hearing through the door “damn he works fast,” you chuckle “good for him” you nod your head In approval. Stack laughs and leaves to find Mary you assume and you go to check on Cornbread since you have nothing better to do. You regret coming to this party without a date.

You walk up behind Cornbread and see three white folks walking up to the door. “What the hell” You whisper concerned to Cornbread. “Get the twins he says to Slim as the white folks begin to get closer. “Hey there!” He looks at you and smiles “Darlin” he winks in your direction. The man is attractive, you don’t know what it is about him that is pulling you in. His gaze is locked on yours intensely and you have to hide the blush that tries to creep up on your face at his forwardness. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by him and you can see the smirk that creeps onto his face. But when your eyes drift to his companions you are filled with anxiousness, they are eerily quiet and something about them makes you uneasy. “Good evening. How may I help you folks?” Cornbread asks politely but you can see the suspicious look on his face, you don’t like the looks of this at all and you hope the twins hurry their asses up and get her. The man chuckles at Cornbread’s question, “We heard tale of a party. Drink, food, blues music and the like.” Cornbread looks at you with concern and then back to the group “You did?” You ask suspiciously. The man nods “We like to drink Darlin, we happen to be musicians and we walked here so we hungry as dogs.” The man behind him chimes in “Woof woof” in a joking manner and the girl laughs at this but their mannerisms are seriously creeping you out. “You wouldn’t mind us coming in now would you?” Cornbread stops them “Uh I think y’all in the wrong place.” The woman chuckles “What makes you say that?” She questions.

Finally you see the twins coming to handle this situation and you let out a sigh. “You fellas must be the owners of this establishment.” The twins look at him suspiciously and Smoke speaks up “That’s right, and you are?” The man quickly responds “name’s Remmick, this here is Joan and Burt” he gestures to his companions. Sammie joins the group that has gathered at the entrance “Hey Stack y’all alright?” But before Stack can offer a reply to the boy Remmick is interrupting “ Oh you, you must be that voice I heard from out here. Oh it was beautiful.” The woman chimes in from behind him “Goddamn beautiful voice.” and the man adds “even through these walls.” God they are really starting to creep you out. “And who was the lovely lady singin with you?” Remmick asks. “That was me” You speak up but eye the man suspiciously. His gaze locks back to yours, your gaze doesn’t intimidate him, instead he just smirks “Oh of course Darlin, with a face like that you gotta have a beautiful voice to go with it. I could have listened to you all night long.” You don’t miss the suggestive tone he sends with the remark and your face heats up, but you bite your lip to hide your reaction. Smoke interrupts sending a threatening glare towards the man, “Where y’all from?” He asks suspiciously. The woman chimes in “Just down the road.” Something about their story doesn’t add up and everyone can sense it. “And how far is that?” Stack adds. “North Carolina,” Remmick replies. You and Smoke make eye contact, and he continues to question the white folk “Y’all klan?” He says taking a drag from his cigarette. Remmick snaps his head up in surprise at the question and shakes his head, “Sir, we believe in equality. And music, just came here to play, spend some money, have a good time.” He stutters at the question a bit but for some reason you believe that part of his story. You just can’t figure out what they are actually here for. “Here I’ll show you,” he continues and the they pull out their instruments and start playing. They aren’t bad at all Stack even starts dancing a bit to the song but you are still suspicious and you can see that Stack is too. “Hold on,” Stack cuts off their song and Remmick seems a bit unhappy with that “Wha- It was just about to get good.” Smoke replies “I believe you. But this here a Juke Joint.” and Stack chimes in from beside him “Blues Music.” The man from behind Remmick speaks up “We have money and we ready to spend it with you.” And Remmick adds annoyed at the twins “We sounded damn near perfect and you saying we ain’t welcome?” Smoke cuts the man off “No I’m saying you get down that road and you get back into town. Plenty of white barrel houses down there.” Remmick scoffs at the man “Oh this is cause we’re” he gestures to the color of his skin “alright.” You see Remmick look towards Mary and then towards you, you swallow nervously, knowing how this looks to him. “How’d they get in?” He questions pointing towards you and Mary. You’re about to spit a remark back at the man when Annie interrupts “They here cause they family.” Remmick looks suspiciously at you, “family?” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Can’t we just, for one night, just all be family.” You’re standing in the doorway and he inches dangerously close to you as he says this. In the corner of your eye you see Smoke reach for his gun and the man backs up from you, “You don’t need to do that Sir, We’ll be on our way.” He slowly starts backing up and then speaks up again, looking directly at you this time. “But we’re gonna walk real slow, just in case y’all change your mind.” He winks at you and then turns his back. “Y’all have a nice night.” Stack calls to the group.

“They gave me the willies.” Annie says with an anxious look on her face. You chime in “Yeah something about them just wasn’t right” You smirk and then continue “That Remmick guy was kind of charming though.” Mary scoffs at your comment “Y/N you just think that because he was totally giving you the eyes.” She shoves you playfully. “No he wasn’t..was he.” Stack laughs at you “Definitely, but don’t do anything stupid Y/N, he’s not good enough for you.” You roll your eyes at the man always acting like your protective brother. Smoke brings the conversation back to topic, “You think they brought company?” You shake your head “I doubt it.” And Stack adds “We got enough pepper on us if they did.” Smoke replies “Shit we forgot the trunk” and the boys begin arguing about who was supposed to remember it. You break up their argument “Y’all don’t need the trunk, there was just three of them.” And Stack adds “Now listen to me, what if they just came to sing.” Smoke argues back “And what if somebody spilled something on em, step on they shoes, look at they woman a bit too long. We gonna have a bigger problem than just a fight.” You know he’s right. “Don’t let them in” He adds to Cornbread.

After that the party went back to being normal, the three white folks didn’t pose a big enough threat to ruin the night and you knew the twins could easily take them. You couldn’t get that man out of your head though. His intense gaze and the way it lingered on you, the suggestive comment he made to you, something about him was intoxicating to you. You looked out the window and saw the three folks still playing music outside, he intrigued you and you wanted to know more, but you also didn’t trust him. What were they doing out here at this time of night and how did they hear about the Juke Joint anyways, it was all suspicious to you. But you had to know. You saw stack from across the joint and made your way to him “Give me your gun,” you demanded with your hand out. He looked at you surprised by the demand, “What the hell do you need that for Y/N?” You roll your eyes at his arguing, “I’m gonna go out there and see what those folks really want, and find out how much money they have.” You say persistent. “Hell nah.” He scoffs at you and you are getting irritated at his resistance. “Listen Stack, you and I both know that you need money cause you ain’t got a lot left to spend.” His stone look changes to one of surprise, “yeah it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, and lets be honest those folks aren’t gonna tell you you anything but I think I can get him to talk for me.” You say smirking and Stack knows exactly what you mean, he shakes his head. “Ain’t no way I’m letting you go out there and do that.” You roll your eyes “I’m not gonna have sex with him, I’m just gonna seduce him a little until I get the information I need from him. And also I don’t need your approval I’m going out there whether I have your gun or not.” He looks at you and knows you wont budge, the two of you are both stubborn but he knows he will always lose the fight. He pulls out his gun and places it in your palm, you slide it under your dress and attach it to your undergarments. “Thanks.” You turn and walk away. “Be careful.” He calls to you and you roll your eyes at his concern.

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Why not? Just move in with me darling!

The moment they realize you're not where you belong

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Han

Han's cheerful demeanor disappeared the moment you refused his offer. His usual bright eyes dulled instantly, replaced by something far more wounded—something far more dangerous. “You don’t love me enough, do you?” he asked, voice low, almost broken. You tried to explain, to make him understand, but he wasn't listening. In Han’s mind, love meant saying yes without hesitation, without conditions. And if you truly loved him, you would have agreed to move in without a second thought. That night changed everything. Gone was the playful, light-hearted boy you thought you knew. In his place was someone colder, someone who didn’t bother hiding his resentment. Slowly, without you even realizing at first, Han began isolating you from everyone you cared about. He called your friends bad influences, claimed they didn’t truly have your best interests at heart. When you tried to defend them, to stand up for the people who had been with you long before him, he didn’t argue. He simply stared through you, as if your words didn’t matter. Because to him, they didn’t. Bit by bit, he chipped away at your world until the only safe place left was him. The scariest part was how natural he made it all seem. He masked his manipulation behind smiles, behind sweet words, behind concern that seemed genuine.

He wasn’t cruel outright he was clever. Calculated. When isolation wasn’t enough, he escalated. Suddenly, Han grew sick. Or so he claimed. At first, it was minor headaches, fevers, dizziness. Enough to make you worry, to make you drop your plans to be by his side. Then came the injuries. A twisted ankle. A fall down the stairs. Incidents that always happened when you mentioned leaving, always just serious enough to make you stay a little longer. You knew, deep down, something wasn’t right. But every time you tried to pull away, he would look at you with wide, pleading eyes, as if his entire existence depended on your choice. One evening, as you sat by his bedside, wiping a cool cloth over his forehead after he claimed another fever, he reached for your hand. His grip was weak, trembling, but unrelenting. “Stay,” he whispered, voice cracking with emotion. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a desperate, shaking rhythm. “Because I can’t… If you go, I don’t think I’ll survive.” The words burrowed deep inside you, heavy and suffocating. How could you walk away from him now, when he looked so broken, so fragile? How could you live with yourself if something happened to him? And that was exactly what Han wanted. Not your love freely given but your love trapped by guilt.

Felix

At first, it seemed like he accepted it. When you told him you didn’t want to move in with him, his bright smile faltered, dimming like a light being slowly snuffed out. His eyes glazed over with something close to quiet distress, and for a moment, you almost regretted your decision. Almost. “Okay,” he said in a low, flat voice, the sound so soft it barely reached your ears. It wasn’t angry or pleading. It was... disappointed. But more than that, it felt final, like he had heard you and accepted it. You wanted to believe that. You needed to believe that. But you were wrong. The next day, you came home from work, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed only to find the door to your apartment unlocked. Panic spiked in your chest as you rushed inside, only to be met with a sight that made your stomach churn. He was there. In the middle of your living room, wearing that same bright, sunny smile you thought you had crushed just yesterday. Except now, it didn’t feel sweet it felt wrong. All around him were boxes. His boxes. His clothes. His books. His life. unpacking into yours. You stood frozen, watching him hum to himself as he arranged his things neatly around your apartment like he belonged there, like he always had.

When he finally noticed you, he didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look apologetic. He looked happy. “Finally,” he said with a grin that lit up his whole face. He dropped a stack of books onto your coffee table like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Since you didn’t want to move in with me,” he continued, stepping closer to you, “I decided to make it simple.” You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t seem to mind. He closed the distance between you, his hands brushing your arms in a touch that should have felt comforting but instead made your skin crawl. His smile softened just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I moved into your apartment instead,” he said, as if it was the most obvious, reasonable thing in the world. His voice was full of affection, the kind of devotion that could suffocate. “Well, after all,” he whispered, his forehead nearly touching yours now, “you should be near me, shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” You could feel the walls closing in, feel the invisible cage snapping shut around you. Because deep down, you knew this wasn’t a compromise. This wasn’t love. This was ownership. And you had just become his favorite possession.

Seungmin

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, voice calm eerily so. “That’s not the right answer,” he says, as if he had already predicted your response but was quietly hoping you’d choose differently. There’s no anger in his voice, no raised tones, just a firm finality that sends a chill through you. It’s not a warning it’s a confirmation. He knew you’d resist, but he also knew what he’d do next. Because Seungmin doesn’t argue. He acts. He is methodical. Brutal, even. When things don’t go his way, he doesn’t sulk or beg he simply takes control. And when you said no to moving in with him, he didn’t plead or ask again. He simply let it hang in the air, gave you that look that said everything without words. A look that said, You’ll regret this. And then darkness. You wake up suddenly, the world blurry and your head pounding. There’s a sharp pressure behind your eyes, a dull ache that throbs with each beat of your heart. You sit up slowly, confusion spreading through your foggy mind as you take in your surroundings. This isn’t your bedroom. It’s far too neat, too cold yet familiar in the worst way. Your things are here.

Your favorite hoodie, your toothbrush on the sink, your books stacked beside his. It’s all been arranged around his apartment like you’ve been living here for weeks. But you don’t remember a single moment of coming here. You blink, trying to make sense of it, and then your eyes land on him. Seungmin is sitting just a few feet away, relaxed, watching you with calm, patient eyes. There’s no guilt in his gaze, no shame. Only satisfaction. “How do you feel, darling?” he asks, his tone gentle, almost affectionate. “You’re home now. Don’t worry. Home sweet home with me.” He stands, taking slow steps toward you. There’s a slight smile playing on his lips, not quite warm, not quite cold. Just... certain. “I hope you understand now,” he continues softly, as if he’s giving you a life lesson instead of terrifying you. “When I say something, I mean it. You belong here. With me. And when you don’t listen…” He leans in, voice dropping lower, more intense. “Well, I’ll make sure you do.” You freeze, heart racing. Your instincts scream at you to run, to scream, to fight but something about his composure is paralyzing. There’s no chaos here. No mess. Just his quiet obsession. And it hits you. You didn’t move in with Seungmin. He moved you in.

Jeongin

Jeongin’s lips form a soft pout the moment you refuse him again. It’s subtle, almost boyish, but the glint in his eyes betrays something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t react violently, not yet. He just stares at you for a beat too long, his jaw tight, as if he's holding something back. Then, with a forced smile, he lets it go, for now. But he doesn’t stop asking. Day after day, the same question lingers in the air like a ticking clock. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that so bad?” he says with a calm voice, but there's a tension in it that unsettles you. At first, you try to laugh it off, brush it aside, pretending it’s nothing serious. But he keeps pushing, keeps repeating it like a mantra. Eventually, the persistence wears on you. It becomes suffocating. You snap. “I already told you I’m not moving in with you, Jeongin! Why won’t you just drop it?” The words hang in the air, sharp and unforgiving. And in that moment, something in him shifts. It’s subtle at first just a twitch in his brow, a slow exhale through his nose. But then his smile fades, and the real Jeongin steps into the light. The one he’s been trying to hide.

The one you've been lucky enough not to meet, until now. “I see,” he says softly, voice low and flat. “So that’s how it is.” Before you can respond, he moves. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist tight enough to hurt. His grip is no longer gentle or playful. It’s demanding, bruising. His eyes no longer hold warmth or affection, only obsession and frustration. “How many times do I have to tell you to move in with me?” he growls, shaking your arm as if trying to rattle the resistance out of you. You try to pull away, but he’s already dragging you toward the corner of the room where a few empty boxes sit, boxes you hadn’t noticed before. He kicks them harshly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. “Pack your stuff. Now.” His voice is cold, unrecognizable. “Don’t make me do it for you.” You freeze, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat. The boy who once spoke sweetly to you, who claimed he only wanted to protect you, is gone. Replaced by someone who sees your refusal not as a choice, but as a challenge. And challenges don’t end well with him. In his mind, you’re not rejecting him. You’re just resisting what’s inevitable.

[wonybi]

Romantic things Haikyuu Boys do in a Relationship

Finished all my work hopefully it means I can write more (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

Hinata Shoyo: Go on random ass dates and spontaneous hang outs and calls them adventures

Kageyama Tobio: Makes subtle eye contact with you before his serves and through his game, he doesn't say it out loud but you know that in every round he dedicates his wins to you

Tsukishima Kei: He would lend you things like a scarf or his jacket when its cold, a pen when you study or sunglasses when it's sunny out

Yamaguchi Tadashi: Shares an umbrella with you, but would let himself get wet so you can stay dry

Sawamura Daichi: SIDEWALK RULE

Sugawara Koshi: Never fails to send good morning and goodnight texts to you

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Kuroo Tetsuro: Aside from teasing the hell out of you, I think he'd leave little notes or doodles in your notebook when you're studying to motivate you.

Yaku Morisuke: The type to be prepared with everything, and I mean everything you would need. He has hair ties for you and has medicine before you even get sick

Kozume Kenma: Matching profile pictures

Haiba Lev: Would get you random gifts every now and then

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Oikawa Toru: I think he'd love stargazing and deep talk during late nights, something about being vulnerable and completely safe

Iwaizumi Hajime: Would carry your things ALL THE TIME. Would get grumpy if you don't let him 

Matsukawa Issei: Loves loves loves giving you nicknames

Hanamaki Takahiro: Purposely writes cringe ass poems and insists on reading it to you out loud

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Bokuto Kotaro: I think he's the type to love LOUDLY, he'd proudly show you off to everyone he meets and brags about you

Akaashi Keiji: Handwritten letters for every occasion, either for the mundane or special (i need him rn)

Konoha Akinori: Just leans against you anywhere, either its shoulder to shoulder when sitting or wrapping his arms around you while you both just stand

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Waits for you outside for you everywhere, anytime. I don't think he's big with words but trust he would always be there

Semi Eita: Write songs/play your favorite songs

Tendo Satori: Part of me thinks he loves tickling you just randomly just to see you smile

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Kita Shinsuke: Always makes sure to check up on you multiple times a day, he just cares

Ojiro Aran: Would give the best hugs on the planet, he just knows when you need one and makes sure you feel safe and know he's always there

Miya Atsumu: Sends voice notes throughout his day when he thinks about you or just ranting, sometimes singing off key just because he knows it makes you smile

Miya Osamu: Cooks whatever you're craving, whenever

Suna Rintaro: "This reminded me of you" and it's a random meme or picture he saw on the internet

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Sakusa Kiyoomi: Makes sure to clean up after you if you're tired or fell asleep, and it's not just because he likes things clean but he wants an environment that's good for you

[toasttt11]

wjc

December 11, 2023

Allison walked down the stairs hearing her Mom opening the front door.

She had just gotten into Michigan last night with Will, Ryan and Gabe and she headed straight home.

“Allie Cat!” Zeev beamed seeing Allison coming down the stairs and he rushed right over to Allison.

Allison laughed softly and hugged him back, “Hi Zee.”

Will closed the door behind him as he walked in last with Ryan, Gabe, Hutson, Cole and James all in front of them.

“Move i want to hug Allie Cat too!” Cole immediately complained and pushed Zeev away and squeezed Allison into a hug.

Allison shook her head fondly as she hugged him back, “Alright enough.” Allison teased making Cole pout but let her go.

Hutson quickly walked over next and softly hugged Allison, “Hi Allie.”

“Hi.” Allison mumbled quietly back gently hugging him back.

Allison pulled back and looked over at James and he gave her a lopsided grin before pulling her into a hug so tight her feet came off the ground, “Hey Jamesy.”

“Hi Coco.” James grinned brightly back as he set her back down and she noticed he looked a lot happier than when she saw him last.

The friend group all found themselves sitting around the living room catching up with each other as they haven’t all been together since summer.

“I broke up with her.” James blurted out making everyone slowly stop talking and look at him.

“When?” Cole asked confused as he didn’t know James broke up with his girlfriend.

“A couple of days ago.” James nodded slowly, “It was a long time coming.” He admitted softly, he didn’t tell anyone but Allison about the problems with his girlfriend.

Allison softly nudged him giving him a reassuring look making him soft nod.

“You okay about it?” Will asked him softly, James didn’t seem to be doing bad over breaking up with his girlfriend if anything he looks happier.

“Yeah i am.” James reassured his friends and Zeev noticed James wanted to let it go so Zeev piped up starting another conversation and James gave Zeev a relieved look.

Allison might not get to play with James, Hutson and Cole in the tournament she got to see all of them for almost tow weeks before they all needed home for the holiday.

December 23, 2023

Allison rubbed her eyes getting up from bed where she had been calling with her family for her birthday with the time distance in Sweden.

Allison tossed on a white sweater as she walked over to the hotel door, this year there was an odd amount of players and she got her own room, which she loved even if she misses rooming with Zeev.

“Happy Birthday!” She blinked as multiple voices spoke at the same time.

Will, Gabe, Ryan and Zeev were all standing there.

Zeev plopped a birthday crown on her head and holding a bouquet of pink flowers, Ryan had a bundle of balloons with number 18 balloons, Gabe had a multiple pink bags and boxes in his hands and Will was holding a cake that seemed to be lemon.

“What is this?” Allison asked confused as she stepped back and all the boys walked in.

“It’s your birthday.” Ryan said in duh tome as he set up the balloons around the room.

“Your 18th birthday too!” Gabe piped in giving her a soft smile as put all the presents for Allison on the desk.

Allison slowly smiled to herself, this was her first without any of her family but also the first birthday she’s ever had without spending it with Luke.

“Happy birthday.” Will giving her a soft smile as he set the lemon cake down with pink sprinkles in front of her.

“You found a lemon cake?” Allison asked him looking at Will.

“I didn’t.” Will gave her a grin and gestured to the little card hanging down the cake stand, “James did.” Will told Allison as it was James idea to find a lemon cake and he found one and ordered it for the boys to pick up.

Allison blinked softly and grabbed the card and reading the note, “I couldn’t make you one and couldn’t be there i found the second best thing.”

Allison laughed softly to herself touched that James did this.

Will just smiled raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything.

Allison got the whole day with four of her best friends and they all made it a great birthday for her and a day that will always be a very special day for her.

December 26, 2023

Allison tucked her necklace under the compression long sleeve as she was getting ready for the first game in the 2024 WJC and what is most likely her last WJC ever.

Also could be the last time she plays with her boys, she still has the rest of the season with Will, Gabe and Ryan and a few more BC boys but for the rest of the boys and Zeev this is looking like it will be her last time playing with them, she’s played two seasons with a lot of the team.

She wanted to need this tournament with a medal again but this time a gold instead of a bronze. If this is gonna be her last WJC ever she wanted it to end on the best possible note it could.

Allison glanced over at Gabe’s soft touch to her elbow after she slipped her jersey on that had the large A on her chest.

Gabe gave her a soft gentle grin and she nodded softly back giving him a soft smile back, a smile that’s always easy to give Gabe.

She stood up with Gabe and Zeev and walked out of the locker room and out to the ice, she headed to the wing as Rutger was taking the opening face off for the first game.

First period was slow and neither team scored the twenty minutes.

Allison hopped onto the ice after Lane got a penalty four minutes into the second period.

She won the face off quickly passed to Zeev who was on the penalty kill with her.

Zeev passed the puck back right in the free slot and she quickly got around the other defender and had a breakaway, she just hit the puck backhanded into the net getting her first goal of the tournament and the first goal for US.

Zeev laughed and tackled her into the boards, “Let’s go Allie Cat!”

Allison laughed and hugged him back before heading to the bench and Will and Ryan both patted her head like crazy as she skated by.

Gavin got two goals in the second period and US was up 3-0 heading into the third period.

Allison assisted on the next goal and US won game one 4-1.

December 30, 2023

Allison was walking down the streets of Sweden and sat on the bench as her parents were still in inside the shop. Ellen and Jim got to Sweden two days ago.

Her phone started ringing and she picked up seeing Luke face timing her and she answered seeing Jack and Luke both leaning into the camera.

“Hi Goose!”

“Hi Covey!”

Her brothers both smiled at her, “Hi Moose, Rowds!”

“Why are you not here when we are here.” Jack gave her a pout as they just got into Boston to play against the Bruins and Allison wasn’t in Boston.

“I didn’t plan this.” Allison deadpanned with a small smile.

“Still not cool.” Luke gave a pout too being dramatic with Jack.

“My bad.” Allison sarcastically apologized with a fond eye roll.

“We could be seeing you.” Jack complained again laughing a bit at his own dramatics.

“I’ll see you all in a few days.” Allison reminded them as she was coming straight to New Jersey once her tournament was over and would be staying in New Jersey till she had to go back to school.

“Are you sure you can’t suck and get out soon?” Jack teased her completely joking, Allison gave him a look, “Kidding go win a medal and we will be here waiting for you when you’re done.”

Allison smiled softly in return.

Allison talked with Jack and Luke for a couple more minutes until her parents came out of the store and they continued walking around Sweden’s and exploring on her day off.

January 4, 2023

Allison laughed as she was tackled in a hug by Ryan, Gabe and Will the second the buzzer went off as the game ended.

Meaning US just won the game 3-2 and they were advancing and heading to the gold medal game.

She grinned patting Will’s head as Ryan was smacking all of their heads and Gabe’s head was resting on her shoulder.

She wanted to do better than last year and she has now, all she needs to do now is win one more game with all her best friends one last time.

January 5, 2024

Allison looked around the locker room this could easily be the last time she wears her USA jersey for a long time, she didn’t know what her hockey was gonna look like next year or where she would be so if this is her last time she was gonna make sure it was the best she could make it.

She already knew she would probably never play with James, Cole or Hutson again but she knew it would be harder with Will, Ryan, Gabe and Zeev.

Allison rolled back her shoulders as she put her shoulder pads on and tossed her blue jersey on. She closed her eyes talking a few deep breaths before shaking out her head and getting up grabbing her gloves and walking down the tunnel with Will.

She got a pat on the head by Fowler as she got off the bench heading to the ice for the first face off.

She was out on the ice skating with Gabe and Rutger so far during the first period.

Rutger had gotten the rebound passing over to Gabe and Gabe just flicked the puck back to Allison and she tipped the puck into the net.

Allison cheered as Gabe and Rutger crashed into her at the same time and Zeev and Lane was over right after.

US was up 1-0 heading into the second period.

Allison had another goal and assisted on Gabe’s goal in the second as the second ended with US up 3-2.

Zeev scored a minute into the third off a pass from Allison.

Later in the third Allison was on the ice when Ryan changed shifts hopping onto the ice and stealing the puck heading right to the net and getting a goal, Allison laughed shaking her head as Ryan blew a kiss at the Sweden bench.

Allison crashed into his side, “Nice celly.” She gave him a mischievous grin while laughing making him laugh back.

There was under four minutes left and Sweden had pulled their goalie, Allison saw the empty net and shrugged smacking the puck across the ice and right into the net, getting her hat trick.

Allison just laughed at the boos she was getting and gave a bow after her goal right at the Sweden bench and grinned.

Ryan laughed looking so proud and patted her head as they shared a look laughing.

Zeev patted her head as she skated by the bench and sat down next to him.

Allison was on the bench when the fighting started happening and she shook her head surprised to Lane fighting but whacked her stick on the boards in encouragement.

The buzzer went off and USA won the goal medal game.

Allison was immediately tackled by Zeev both of them clinging onto each other, this could have been their last game together.

Zeev and Allison both had wide smiles on their faces as they clung to each other, they weren’t alone for long as Ryan, Will and Gabe quickly joined the hug, the original five.

Allison ruffled Gabe and Will’s curls with a wide smile as Ryan gently tugged on her ponytail.

Ryan and Zeev pulled Allison in between them during the anthem and she looked terribly fond of them.

Allison went up and gave her boys a look as they loudly cheered as she was called out as MVP, she ducked her head down getting her medal and fondly rolled her eyes as Zeev’s loud whistle as she skated back.

Eventually Allison got the trophy and smiled at her parents who she knew were facetiming her siblings so they could all watch, especially as her brothers were all together. She waved before turning around and handing the trophy over to Will.

Allison’s hair was fully out of the ponytail with her hat on and she had so many pieces of confetti on her hair as she sat on the ice next to Zeev and Gabe messing with the confetti it as Ryan and Will were standing next to them.

Slowly they started getting off the ice and Allison made a stop before the locker room quickly finding her parents and gave them both a quick hug as they have a flight to New Jersey. Allison would be heading to New Jersey in the morning.

Allison headed to the locker room getting in between Gabe and Zeev for their song.

This would be a day she was gonna remember for ever and if this is her last game with a lot of them she couldn’t ask for a better game.

Allison now has the most gold medals out of her siblings.

[dovebite]

house headcanons ♡

and if you disagree with any of these no you don't. i'm actually best friends with david shore. hope this helps! <3

sweet , funny , & fluffy

has definetely said "alright relax it wasn't that funny" when one of the ducklings laughed a li'l too hard at one of his jokes.

loves campy, cult classic movies from the 70's-80's. the rocky horror picture show? tell me he wouldn't eat that tf up.

actually eats like a racoon. especially when he's runing low on groceries. will scavenge through his pantry for days on end like a starved ww2 soldier before his gets his ass out of his apartment and goes shopping. has been caught eating all kinds of dastardly concotions as "meals" like pickle slices, stale bread, and shredded cheese. it gets so bad to the point wilson has gone shopping for him on multiple occasions.

literally just a portable heater. this man is a walking heat rock. warm all the time.

cringe warrior. i mean, this one is essentially canon. he kidnapped the star of one his favorite soaps to keep it from being derailed by his death and fangirled the whole time (s4e14). was literally in love with a book series about a boy detective everyone, including the author herself, said was "targeted towards teenage girls" and admitted to being in online fan clubs (early s7). he is actively consumed by his fixations on random media. would go to conventions for his interests if he "had just a little less self respect" in his words.

cameron found his reading glasses very endearing at some point, going as far to tell him he looked cute with them, promptly making him extremely embarrased about needing them for the next month and a half.

has copies of little women and pride & prejudice stashed somwhere away in his house

big on collecting random shit he finds. just picks up pebbles, moss, pennies, and whatever the fuck else he can find on the ground

in true middle aged white man fashion, has named most of the instruments and cars he has owned throughout his life (definetely named the 60's red corvette from s1 some vintage stripper name).

more angsty (?)

actually very jumpy when spooked. the only reason nobody's really ever seen it is because he's pretty difficult to scare.

has never been squeamish. long before he became a doctor, he was never peeved out by gross bodily stuff. people always found it weird how neutral he was towards the idea of vomiting, bleeding, etc.

pre-infarction, was actually very quick and nimble on his feet. it's one of the things he misses the most.

in the early days of the infarction, where the pain was arguably at its worst (from his perspective) due to just how not used to it he was, he would pull all nighters, doing nothing but laying in bed rotating the idea of amputating his leg over and over in his head.

elaborating on this, though he would rather die than admit it, not amputating is genuinely one of the biggest regrets he has in life.

despises being outside in cold weather for prolonged periods of time because it triggers memories of when he was forced to sleep in the grass as a kid.

more on his childhood, he was genuinely so sweet in the earlier years, nobody who knows him now would believe it was the same person. fed stray animals, said his prayers every night before bed, loved hugs, the whole thing. it didn't last very long. by the time he reached the double digits he gave it up.

anyways queens that's all! what did we think? did we like this? please let me know if there are other characters you want me to do. and if you don't agree with these don't be rude about it or i will start crying

[hearts4golbach]

Picture Perfect. // Chapter 7.

TBP!Gerard Way x AFAB!Reader.

Warnings:

Smoking, sexual implications.

Word count:

2.6k

It was finally the weekend, and needless to say, it was necessary. You needed to recuperate from the whole week; the gruesome sights, stress, and your feelings for Detective Way. He was growing on you, and it was starting to get under your skin. He was distracting you from the tasks at hand, and you hated it. You needed to catch this killer if it was the last thing you'd do.

Of course, you wouldn't get the whole weekend to yourself, though. One of your coworkers had invited nearly the whole office to their birthday party that night. They had rented out a space in the bar downtown, and drinks were free. After the week you had, who were you to pass that offer up? The deepest, darkest part of you hoped Way was going to show up.

You threw on your favorite pair of jeans, a tank top, and the first cardigan you saw to go over it. Slipping on your converse and a zip-up jacket, you made your way out the door. You had chosen to take a cab, knowing you planned on drinking that night. The air was chilly and crisp with the smell of autumn. You hugged your jacket tighter to your chest. Your body was so tense it ached. Even sitting in the car didn't help. You weren't sure what would.

The bar played shitty country music, it was so loud you could hear it as you were walking up.

A man with more tattoos than you could count, long black hair, and eyeliner stood right outside of the doors with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. "You look like you could use a smoke," his voice was rough, but not rude nor scary. It was soothing in its own way.

He pulled his pack out of his pocket and tossed it to you. "Thanks," you shot him a half smile, taking one and leaning against the wall next to him.

He lit the cig for you. You took a long drag, listening as he spoke. "I'm Ronnie."

"Y/n," you replied carefully.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing here alone?"

You cleared your throat, blowing a could of smoke into the night sky. "I'm here for a friends birthday party, nothing much. I-"

"Hey, sugar." A familiar voice rang through your ears. You couldn't help but feel a comforting wave sweep over you. "Who's this?"

"I'm Ronnie. Nice to meet you, man." He choked out through coughs.

"Okay, cool." Way took the cigarette out of your hand, tossing it on the ground and stomping it out.

"Hey, what the fuck, Way?" You crossed your arms angrily.

"We'd better get going, don't wanna be late, you know?" Way shot Ronnie a bitter smile. He gripped your wsist and dragged you inside of the bar. The smell of alcohol and man-babies stung your nose.

You snatched your arm away, continuing to follow him to the private room. "What the hell was that about? I was just smoking a cigarette."

"Did you not see how he was looking at you? He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive," he shouted over the music.

"Just leave me alone." You stormed past him into the room, plastering a fake smile on your face as you greeted everyone. You scanned the room for Frank to find him sitting in the corner with a beer in hand. You let out a relieved sigh and sat with him.

You immediately order your favorite drink. "Where's your boy toy, Y/n?"

"You mean Detective Way? He's right there, not over here because I dislike him, and he knows that." You rolled your eyes. Your drink couldn't be taken any longer to arrive.

"Will you please put me out of my misery and just admit it? You love that kid. Just give in, go spoon-feed him some drinks, and drag him home so you can be happy."

"No. Fuck that. No I don't." You looked back over at him, his hazel eyes burning with frustration and something else you couldn't figure out. Ways gaze sent chills down your spine causing you to look away immediately.

Frank giggled. "Well, he's walking over right now."

You felt a weight next to you, signifying that Way had chosen to sit down on the loveseat with you. Frank was sitting on one, too, why didn't he just sit there? "Hey, Iero." He greeted with a warm smile.

Frank gave him a small wave. "How's the case going?"

Way took a sip of whatever alcoholic beverage was in his hand. He was so close, you could smell it on his breath. His hand brushed against your thigh as he set his glass down on the table. With a heavy sigh, he filled Iero in on everything we knew.

You sat there in silence as they spoke. You were zoned out, drinking drink after drink until you had just finished your third one. The more alcohol that entered your system, the calmer you felt. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back. Your head was rested on agent Ways arm, you assumed it had been rested behind you that whole time. You didn't care. You were comfortable, laying there and listening to their conversation.

"And then I was like, 'stripper? I don't even know her!'" Iero and Way laughed hysterically. You rolled your eyes and received your fourth drink of the night.

Without realizing it, you stretched out, further relaxing into Way. You were dtartled by something splashing onto you. Your drink slipped out of your hand and spilled all over you and Way. You both immediately hopped up."Fuck, I'm so so sorry." You apologized profusely.

"Shit, you're so lucky I'm wearing all black." Way didn't seem too angry, but was definitely just as tipsy as you.

"Dammit, I am so fucking sorry," you slurred, rambling more apologies. He gripped your arms gently, bringing you back down to Earth.

Way had never seen you like that. Alcohol brought your guard down. It made you feel things harder than you usually did. Clearly, your partner and alcohol weren't a good mix.

He took a deep breath. "It's - it's fine. Just.. let's go get cleaned up, 'mkay?"

Way acted fairly normal drunk. His emotions were also heightened, but whose weren't while drunk?

The two of you left the room together, nor grabbing anyones attention except for Franks.

He led you to the family bathroom. Why was there a family restroom in a bar? He couldn't tell you. He locked the door and patted a dry spot on the sink. "Here, hop up."

You did as he told, pulling yourself up onto the cold marble with shaky arms. "Why do you have to be so bossy all the time?" You grumbled, leaning your head against the mirror.

A wet paper towel met your clothed thigh, caressing your inner leg and gently dabbing at the dark liquid that had seeped into your pants. "I'm not bossy," he laughed, "I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah, whatever." You mumbled, looking down at him. His free hand rested on your knee as he slowly worked at the stain on your jeans. His thumb rubbed against you in a soothing motion. The sleeves of his black button up were pulled up just above his elbows, exposing his pale, alluring skin. You wanted to reach out and feel it, feel him. You looked at his messy white hair and fought the urge to reach out and fix it. You hated how much alcohol brought out the things you'd only think about late at night. 

"You're staring, sugar." His voice came out quiet, startling you nonetheless.

You could only muster out a small 'yeah', but you didn't look away. You watched as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, a shade that matched his lips perfectly. You hated how perfect he could be. How perfect he was. It made you want to curse out his parents for falling in love and having such a charming, horrible son.

"Okay, I think that's the best I'll be able to do." He stood up. "Let me take you home."

"You drove here?" You questioned, slightly panicked. You were not about to become a drunk driving statistic.

He laughed, "No. I mean, let me call a cab, and i'll ride home with you. Just to make sure you get there safe." He quickly added.

You agreed, not wanting to turn him down after he just cleaned a potential stain off of your jeans. Until you got to the cab was a blur. You and Way had gone to say your goodbyes and happy birthday to the birthday girl. Finally getting into the cab was a breath of fresh air. He crawled in next to you, watching you intently as you buckled up.

"You feeling okay?" he asked, his voice soft and somewhat tired.

You shrugged. You didn't give him a verbal answer. You realized you had already done too much earlier. You didn't want his image of you to be tarnished. You weren't ready for him to truly see you. He didn't pry, allowing the rest of the ride back to your home to be silent.

You nearly tripped over your own feet as you climbed out of the cab with Way hot on your trail. He followed you up the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets as he waited for you to speak. " L/n, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"It's not a big deal. Just drop it." You nearly dropped your keys as you attempted to unlock your front door.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "You act like if you're anything but a bitch to me, the whole world will end. You know, letting your guard down for a minute won't kill you." He raised his voice slightly, following you inside your home.

"Go home." You instructed, looking at the floor. You couldn't bear making eye contact with him.

"No. You're fucking insufferable, you know that?" You took his words like bullets. You leaned against the door. "I just wanna know what goes on inside of your head sometimes," he stepped closer to you.

You looked up at him, finally making eye contact. "Who are you? My boyfriend? You know, you're not any better. You act like you know everything, but that's just not how it works."

You watched as he took another step closer. You were just mere centimeters apart. "You're such an asshole. You never even let me explain my full idea before you just -"

"Cut you off? I bet you can't stand it." You smirked, lowering your voice. "Fuck you, Way."

He let out a dark chuckle, his hand reaching up to caress your jawline. "Sometimes I wish you'd just shut the fuck up for once."

"I could say the same damn thing about you," you rebutted. "You and your stupid fucking smarty pants attitude. Sometimes I wish I could just slap the attitude out of you." You rolled your eyes. "You're so-"

His lips crashed against yours. His movements were rough, growing with intensity as he gripped your hair and you didn't hesitate to kiss him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. He dragged you closer to him, taking careful steps back.

"You're such a fucking dick," he mumbled against your lips.

Your lips didn't leave his as your drunken bodies stumbled into the living room. He pushed you down onto the couch, crawling on top of you again.

"You're so annoying, you can't even keep your hands off of me." Your voice came out hoarse as you attempted to catch your breath. Way didn't let you have the chance.

He lips were on yours again as he crawled in between your legs. His hand rested on your hip while the other held his balance next to your head. You ran your hands along his shoulders and down his back.

"Do you know how much I hate you?" He spat in between rough kisses.

You pulled him closer, the kiss becoming a mess of teeth clashing and tongues dancing together. "You're impossible to work with sometimes."

"Same for you, you're so god damn distracting." His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you up so that you were sitting comfortably in his lap.

The room had gotten so hot that you slipped off your cardigan, leaving you in your tanktop and jeans. As if on queue, Way took off his jacket and tossed it on the floor next to the couch.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your waist. He carefully slid his hands down to your hips, then thighs. He squeezed, biting down on your bottom lip.

"You never listen to me, sugar," he smirked against your lips. "You know, it's okay to do that sometimes.

You leaned in closer, deepening the kiss further (if that was even possible). "Yeah, you wish I would."

His hands moved to your waistband, toying with the edge of your jeans. "If only you-"

Your phone rang loudly, startling both of you. It felt like your soul had left your body. His hands moved back to your hips slowly as you watched the phone ring. Neither of you moved a muscle before looking at each other with wide eyes.

"Who is that?" Way asked. The screen read 'no caller ID.'

"Why the fuck would I know?" You walked over to the coffee table with Way following behind you.

"It's so late, you think scam callers would call this late?"

"Stop asking me stupid fucking questions that I obviously don't know the answer to." Your voice came out shakier than you intended.

You picked up the phone, putting it on speaker. "Hello?"

A bunch of numbers were read out in a robotic voice. It almost sounded like gibberish. You whipped your head to look at Way, but he was already looking at you. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Who is this?!" Way asked, taking the phone from your hands.

"I'll see you soon." The voice read out before ending the call.

"What the fuck?" You asked quietly, yourself hand covering your agape mouth. "Do you think that was him?"

"Either that, or some teenagers pranking us."

"That's really optomistic." You rolled your eyes, sitting back on the couch.

Way sat close to you, your thighs touching. "There's no way to trace or even record the call if you tried," Way set his head in his hands.

"I didn't even catch any of those numbers, and knowing our killer, they had some sort of meaning to them." You crossed your arms, leaning back against the cushions.

You racked your brain, trying to understand what any of that phone call meant. Any chance of you and agent Way thinking critically in that moment had flew out the window considering the amount of alcohol you both had drunk prior.

"Why don't we just figure it out Monday?" Way said, looking at you with low eyes. "I literally have no clue what to do right now."

You shrugged. "Yeah, me either."

His lips were on yours again, but softer this time. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on top of him once more. You weren't complaining. His soft lips captured yours in a sensual kiss. His hands slid back down to your hips to massage them gently.

"And you complain about me cutting you off?" You muttered against his lips.

One hand rested against your jaw as he looked at you. "Work is the least important thing to me right now."

You smiled, pressing your lips onto his again. The fluttering of a camera was heard faintly in the background before a bright flash filled the dimly lit room. Shit.

[pyroteapot]

One thing this ep did confirm is that Jamie is a highly physically affectionate clingy little bug and deserves all the hugs in the world.

[belatinysun]

panels where we can't see shoyo's expression brings an ache to my chest, it makes me think that he is pretty good at hiding his feelings so as not to worry others with his inner monologue and problems, and not divert his focus on always improving, despite the difficulties :'))

even though he is mostly associated to a sunny personality, being seen as a sun loved by everyone, shoyo also has his own hidden melancholy, his own desire to be happy with himself 'cause he wants to feel fulfilled as his own character. shoyo is hungry, he longs and has a little world with his insecurities that makes him more real 🧡

[aggressivedaikons]

tfp oplita is literally just "me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic" change my mind

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

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[kimbapisnotsushi]

just binged all of city boy i need more of cameron kim IMMEDIATELY

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

once again thinking about sunandmoon from hit game fnaf: what if we just got rid of the gameplay loop