#I swear to god this has a happy ending!!! or as happy of an ending as it could possibly have
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okay idk if youâre still writing for the manager series but if you are i think it would be really cute to write one about a team christmas party or christmas diner!! tysm ily bye bye
(there's a fic coming soon dont worry)
oh my god, a team christmas party would be absolutely chaotic and adorable at the same time. let me set the scene:
managerâs office has turned into the north pole in the week leading up to the party because sheâs in charge of organizing everything. sheâs got lists on listsâdecorations, secret santa assignments, food ordersâand every five minutes someoneâs popping in like, âhey, can we add gingerbread houses to the itinerary?â (itâs kk, always kk).
on the day of the party, the locker room is decked out in twinkling lights, fake snow, and stockings with each playerâs name on them (managerâs handiwork, obviously). caroline and azzi are her right-hand women, helping set everything up while paige âsupervisesâ with a santa hat tilted sideways on her head.
the secret santa exchange is pure chaos. paige gifts manager a hoodie with âworldâs best coach managerâ on it, and sheâs smirking like, âitâs true, isnât it?â manager rolls her eyes but is secretly touched. kkâs gift to azzi is a handmade ornament that says âsniper,â and jana somehow ends up with a stuffed animal that sarah insists looks just like her.
dinner is chefâs kiss. manager made a bunch of the food herself because she doesnât trust the team not to set the kitchen on fire. everyoneâs whining like, âmanager, can you just cook for us forever?â paige is already scheming to take leftovers back to her dorm.
after dinner, itâs game timeâcharades, pictionary, and the most competitive ugly sweater contest of all time. kk shows up in a sweater that literally lights up, and paigeâs sweater has a picture of her face photoshopped onto santaâs body. manager tries to stay impartial as a judge but ultimately gives the win to azzi, whose sweater is simple yet iconic. (she bribed manager with a cup of hot cocoa beforehand, obviously).
the night ends with everyone gathered around the tv watching Home Alone while sipping hot chocolate. paige keeps trying to steal marshmallows from managerâs cup, and managerâs like, âi swear to god, paige, if you donât stopââ but sheâs too cozy and happy to actually care.
the girls are sprawled out on couches, blankets piled everywhere, and manager canât help but smile because even though this job drives her insane sometimes, these moments make it all worth it đ
#uconn wbb manager thoughts đ#uconn wbb#wcbb#ncaa wbb#uconn huskies#uconnwbb#uconn wcbb#paige bueckers
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My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio
Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you
#genuinely how the fuck do they go back to society after this???#for how Megumi would lose his eye#I saw some really cool fanart a while ago where he got some scarring post-possession due to Sukuna's weird face thingy#Forgot where it was but I thought it was so cool#and wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if they all have one eye at the end of this#Hell if you wanna cope you could throw Gojo in there too with the eye theories#This should not be funny but it is to me sorry#Gege just mutiliating peoples eyes for some reason#As it stands Yuji and Nobara are matching in canon since he supposedly can't use RCT anymore#Unless he fucking dies before they reunite#I swear to god gege#bro has been throwing too many death flags#Yuji feels like a ticking time bomb every chapter I keep thinking hes gonna die every week#Any way happy sunday yall#jjk#jjk spoilers#jjk 267#jjk267#my art#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#jjk art
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Round 6
Round: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
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#detective conan#music#polls#detco posting#my stuff#be grateful that ai wa itsumo didn't end up in the previous round we are off to a strong start with this one#freaking iconic all right#also i swear youtube has something against naifu such BANGERS AND YET!! A CRIME!!!#in the process of making this and 5/5 so far. will this e even more of an impossible choice than the previous round? for me definitely#like wtf did my shuffle do here#at 7 and i'm dying WHAT THE FCK SHUFFLE YOU ARE EVIL#i reached the last one and god MY SHUFFLE IS PURE EVIL#i could only eliminate 1! 1!!!!! OF THESE AND NO FCKIN MORE AND EVEN THAT WITH AN ACHING HEART... perhaps 2 at the worst#i hate you shuffle I HATE YOU BAD SHUFFLE#at this point i'm surprised that mune ga doki doki and unmei no roulette mawashite is not in this round#that would be my death and absolute overkill#what the fuck shuffle#happy struggling everyone#you will suffer with this one for one reason or another me thinks#no more suffering and struggling for y'all i have mercy#no more banger polls this is the last for today#i fear y'all and i as well would die if i did more#what thE ABSOLUTE FCK SHUFFLE
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I feel like the Calypso and Leo ship deserves more attention. Just reread those four chapters, it's ADORABLE.
She immediatly hates him, so the raft doesn't come. As they warm up, he says he'll come back for her, no matter the cost. The raft comes to shore because no one's ever tried to come back for her in all her life. I mean COME ON that's just beautiful.
#And don't even get me STARTED on how he swears on the river Styx to come back to her.#hoo#pjo#pjo hoo#team leo#leo valdez#calypso#Caleo#I just realized everyone hates this ship#If you do too please reread their chapters it's so adorable#I get that Calypso was harsh at the start but to me it felt like she was just cold hearted and stubborn not as much trying to hurt Leo#Also Annabeth was pretty harsh to Percy#But I get that it was because their parents were enemies.#Still I adore Caleo#first she has to get heartbroken time after time with every hero. Falling in love each time they come then they abonden her#Then the gods swear on the river styx that they'll take her off the island but they end up forgetting her.#So when the next hero comes I don't expect her to feel super happy about it#But I'm open to hear other opinions#So if you want you can reblog this with your thoughts
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Guys do not fucking lie to me is Agatha All Along a good show or does it only have lesbians
#I gave up on mcu ages ago#I refused to sit through s2 pf Loki after realising the first 3 episodes were utter shit#'it has a great finale-' I don't give a shit I refuse to watch a bad show because the last episode may be worth it#I haven't watched a marvel product in so long#I am happy without them. I am living a good life without them.#should I trust marvel one more time?#Because I swear to God if the show sucks ass and its only redeeming quality are lesbians I am goinb to have a mental breakdown#and cry#so be honest with me. I beg of you.#do not look into your heart- use your brain#is it a show that's actually enjoyable to watch and won't make me burst capillaries because of plot holes#inconsistency no real motivation behind the characters' actions bad writing bad dialogues or a deus ex machina#that randomly saves the day at the end of it all#I am begging you to tell me the truth#think it like that: I'm like someone who hasn't smoked weed in years#out of their own volition and they're fine they're good#but then they arr at a party and everybody's smoking this stuff and they say it's the shit. It's the real shit.#so then you go you break your vow to yourself and you decide to try it. And it fucking sucks. Worst joint ever. Makes me wanna puke and cry.#do not let me smoke the worst joint ever. tell me the truth. please.#agatha all along#agatha harkness
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It's frightening to me that there are people out there who genuinely believe that autistic or queer people would be happier if they could just take a pill and be "normal". Who believe that wanting acceptance is just another way of saying you want to conform to societal norms. Who think that being "normal" will always be inherently a better and happier state of being, even if its inauthentic.
I love my mom to pieces, but I'm so glad she's not responsible for my medical decisions anymore, because I would not want my life to be in the hands of someone who believes I'd be happier if my brain was rewired to strip me of a core part of who I am as a person, of something that affects every part of my identity and behavior and thoughts, because then I would be "normal".
Like, ma'am, that a horror premise. That's horrifying. And the idea of that happening your child should also be fucking horrifying.
But I guess when you believe all humans ultimately want conformity, it's only logical you'd believe messing with your brain to make you into a different, more conforming person, would be ultimately a good thing.
#irl stuff#vent post#so I had a talk with my mom yesterday#I know she loves us and wants the best for us#but god damn lady you have issues#and if your response to an autistic person telling you that they and most other autistic people don't want to be cured#is to tell them they're wrong and even if it's true we should want to be cured#I'm giving you a very polite middle finger#with a side of 'rethink your life and priorities because jesus fuck'#conformism is a disease I swear#just because becoming a suburban housewife with 4 kids worked out for you#doesn't mean it's the idea lifestyle for everyone#you idiot#I would not call my mom an idiot to her face#but on days like this I feel like I should call her an ableist dumbassat least once#It's days like this where I understand how some people could think that Alina's ending is a happy one#those people scare me#and unfortunately one of them is my mother#who - again - I love dearly and know she loves us to hell and back#but she has so many issues and I'm getting tired of it
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Lined sketch of my headspaces inhabitants :)
I havent been coloring anything bc long story short I am stuck with tinted migraine lenses for a while LOL I lost my normal glasses and I donât want these to obscure my color perception etc đ anywayâŚ
L to R:
Kitt, Aidan, Pierce, Shiloh, Xenya, me (Ash/Archer), Doe, and Violet.
This isnât everyone: just those who are most active⌠we have a couple dormants.
Art by me :3
#hellspace system#ash art#okay to reblog but i swear to god if a single one of u clowns on my shit Im gonna go full Split Man on your ass#DISCLAIMER: Split is a terrible awful movie but I have DID and I think the whole Beast thing is hilarious.#Im going Beast on you bc you said my art is cringe. are you happy now. nothing can contain me for I am impenetrable. yknow cuz of the DID#thats how that works right *HAS CHRONIC PAIN.*#/end rant sorry Im very stoned and I love my hellspace fam v much
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pretty much found out my worries and suspicions were correct and my childhood best friend is in an emotionally absuvie relationship and i feel like im gonna hulk out. or im gonna bust into his apartment like the kool-aid man holy shit
#abuse tw#i guess??#i am between enraged and bawling my eyes out#i feel guilty that if i had stayed in his life after high school maybe it couldve been different but thats dumb#we sort of had a falling out at the end of high school just from being teenagers and maturity levels and probable neurodivergrncy#but his family and my family are friends and we reconnected relatively recently#god he doesnt deserve this#im pretty sure i know he doesnt feel like he can do any better or find anyone else and it breaks my heart#hes grown up so much he has so much to offer and i hate he feels like that#i dont even know what im looking for here besides just putting these feelings somewhere besides inside me#i just want him to be ok and be happy and it doesnt seem like he is#no one fucking likes her and everyone thinks shes a walking red flag#i dont want to tet into it i feel like i blacked out everything his parents were telling me because all i could feel was red hot rage#i swear to whatever the fuck is out there please dont let this continue for him. please let one of us get through to him#fuck man
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"Do you not realize it? Do you... truly not see what this means?"
The next Destiny Bond update is in progress! âď¸â¨ â> Check out the latest part here đˇ â> New to the series? Follow from the start! đ
#we back for the winter season bois :} âď¸#got some Particularly Fun parts I wanna have done before the end of the year--that I'll hopefully have time to do over the term break !!! đŤ#it's actually so? insane? how we're nearing the end of the year already??????????????HUH#just a little over a week and some Ridiculous cramming I'll have to pull off (no thanks to past me sdskjfs) before I'm free for the holiday#I mean I'd--still have freelancing to do of course but without the looming dread of actively avoiding college responsibilities at least /lh#it's even more insane somehow looking back on when I actually started this whole comic that spiraled Wildly out of controlSKDJFNSDFS#to think that this all started from a prompt I had a few days after my birthday--into its own whole story I wanna see through is---#honestly something I'm really proud of. something I'm really happy I got to do for myself since it's-above all a passion project if anythin#I'm a lot slower these days what with juggling my own mental crises here and there on top of work for sure#but I get to come back to working on this whenever I find myself feeling down or with some free time to unwind and it's--really nice đđ#and we're still in the beginning I swear to god we're still so early I'm so sorry this is gonna take so longSDHFIUSHDNFKJSDHS#but it bears repeating how thankful I am to everyone who's joined along for this ride- who've been so wonderful and patient thus far#to know that even a handful of people out there tune in to this silly ol thing and are genuinely excited for its sporadic updates--#--has been a definite highlight in what's been a- Ridiculously--almost comically cruel year (in ways I can't begin to express skjdfnsdfs)#and what with this holiday season being all about giving and gratitude---I want to emphasize on how thankful I am for all of y'all đđđ#I'll see what surprises I can sneak in to my schedule these coming weeks- the insanity of these following updates included hehee â¨#Destiny Bond comicverse#mystery man eusine#eusine pokemon#pokemon#pokemon fancomic#pokemon gsc#pokemon hgss#comic wip
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Unmistakably Yours - G.S.
Synopsis. In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what heâs always wanted to do - you.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, best friends to lovers, Satoru goes a little (very) INSANE, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, manga spoilers, use of jujutsu powers, unprotected, crĂŠampie, spitting, overstim, fĂŠral Satoru, heinous things, happy ending, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.5k
A/N. Yeahhh that poll was cooking up something devious heheh. Gege give me back my man.
Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone.
He was going to kill someone and it didnât matter who. It didnât matter how. It didnât even matter if he had to haul his broken body - scarred and barely-healed - out of this stiff infirmary bed, because the great Gojo Satoru awoke and the world shook.
Because you werenât here.
âAh. The oh-so deadest one, I see youâre awake.â Satoru flinches at the sharp, exhausted drawl from his left.Â
Slowly, he blinks away the haze in his aching eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the cold room. Shokoâs voice was too loud. The lights too bright. His waiting arms too empty - where were you?Â
With a low hiss, Satoruâs body is moving before his mind, sitting up like a man possessed. Goosebumps prickle his skin as the thin blanket falls off his shoulders. Temples throbbing because the world was spinning and spinning and you-
âCalm down, Satoru.â Shoko sounds almost panicked now - as much as she could, anyway. Uselessly trying to push him back onto the mattress. âI donât care if youâre the âstrongestâ. Sukuna did a number on you and you have to rest-â
âWhere is she?â
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It was the final nail on your coffin - that slight, steady rumble beneath your feet. So fleeting that youâd written it off as your weary brain, too goddamn tired from today. Heaving out a sigh, you rub your eyes in frustration, so fucking alone in this too-large penthouse.Â
Fingers jittery, you rifle through your best friendâs closet for his box of blindfolds, because you knew heâd be complaining about the sensory overload at the infirmary if- when he woke up. Though, you think that was more an excuse for Shoko to send your wrecked self away than anything.Â
Grabbing a few more than necessary, your heart lurches as you eye that dusty framed photo by his bedside. A much younger Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and you - probably the last time any of you smiled so carelessly.Â
One dead and the other just on the cusp of it.
Heâll be okay. Heâll be okay. Heâll be okay. Heâs the strongest, right?
Swallowing heavily, you try to put your mind to something - anything - other than the memory of that battlefield and the blood. So much blood. Everywhere.Â
God, you shouldâve stayed. What if Satoru-
That was when you felt it.Â
The tight, uncomfortable feeling of atoms standing at attention all around you. The air was so stagnant and heavy that it was almost hard to breathe.Â
You donât know how you realize what it is - but you donât get the chance to wonder about it either. Because the thought has barely even crossed your mind before everything else is thrown at the window at those two words.Â
Hoarse, and whispered, voice ever-so-slightly cracking at the end. One you recognized, one you knew you always would.
âMy love?â
Satoru.
It was a miracle that you didnât get whiplash from how fast you whirled around to face the doorway - and it was an even bigger miracle that you didnât trip at how your legs were carrying you to that tall, familiar flash of white hair without a second thought.Â
Hell, you donât think youâve ever run this fast in your life, and it still wasnât quick enough when Satoru engulfed you in his arms. Letting out a soft sigh as he hugs you tight enough that it hurt, like he never wanted to let go.Â
All familiar warmth and a rapid heartbeat that matched your own.Â
A shiver runs down your spine at that scent of the infirmary, tinged with something so dangerously metallic, miles away from the usual hints of pine and candy. But you only pull Satoru closer - not even realizing the tears staining his snug t-shirt, nails digging into his sculpted back.Â
âS-Satoru?â you murmur wetly, as if you still couldnât believe it - even when you were in his strong arms.Â
It killed you to pull away, and Satoru wasnât any better, pulling you firmly to his heated body with a guttural grunt as soon as you showed any signs of shifting away. Grip almost bruising, fingers tight on your hips. But you didnât mind, why would you?Â
Because the strongest was nothing under your will - he always was. And itâs only once you break the embrace just a fraction of an inch that you confirm that this actually was Satoru - your Satoru.Â
âYouâre here.â you breathe out unsteadily, not knowing where to look first - his heaving chest, as if heâd run all the way here, or those faint scars along his exposed skin. Jagged, running down his pale skin like he was too impatient - too distracted - to let them heal properly. Satoruâs face was scarily blank, pretty lips set in a tight grimace like every second you werenât locked in his arms killed him.Â
He doesnât answer - like he didnât know himself. Nervously, you raise your eyes to meet his and-
Oh, Satoru, he was here. Alive.
Looking like he was ready to make sure that no one else was.
You just wondered where theyâd pile all the casualties. Too many to bury at Jujutsu High if those tiny blue flickers of lightning at the corners of Satoruâs eyes were anything to go by.Â
Gaze hooded, pupils blown, he didnât look at you with that usual warmth. No, he looked at you like a man that had crawled back from death just to rip you apart. And you had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade curse that had just come disguised as your best friend.Â
âAre you okay?â you try again, raising a hand to cup his cheek. âToru?â
Oh, you might as well have just signed your own will, because no sooner are the words out of your mouth before Satoruâs jolting. Like the mere sound of that stupid little nickname from high school was enough to shock him to his very core.Â
Electrify him just enough to finally look at you like it was the first time. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. âMy love.â
There it was again, that quiet, strained little mantra.Â
Followed very closely by the deafening slam! of the door behind him, so hard that you spy one of the hinges rattling off. Startled, you look over Satoruâs broad shoulders just to catch a glimpse of the single, large handprint charred into the wood, slight steam wafting from his hand.
Shit. Heâs lost it.
Almost like the strongest has forgotten his restraint - or didnât care about it either way. Heated, you wondered what this boded for you.Â
Will you be lucky number one on his kill list? You wonder, as Satoru presses his mouth right above your pulse. Racing. Dangerous. Feeling the rapid thump! thump! thump! under his lips.
Breathing you in, dragging his nose up, up, up- He mutters into your skin, âYâcan kill me if you donât want this.â Will you go down - if thereâs anyone left to remember, that is - as the casualty that surely and officially signaled the honored oneâs descent into madness? Only the second best friend he had to kill?
Or, Satoru pulls away slowly from his little haven, breath ghosting your lips as he gasps out a shaky, âNo God can take me away without doing this.â Will it be something else entirely?
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him.Â
Because fuck, how could you not? This is Satoru, and this is all youâve ever wanted since those late night convenience store runs in high school, hand-in-hand and teleporting away from a furious Yaga.
The same Satoru that had cockily winked at you goodbye before facing Sukuna - leaving you crying with nothing to hold onto but those cold, cold hands and wishes that youâd have just fucking kissed him before. Maybe even put aside your pride to just tell him.
But none of that mattered now, because Satoru was so desperate - drinking you in like you were the last breath of air on Earth. Like it hurt more to part with your lips than it was to be cleaved in half.
Such a mess of teeth and saliva, and you were addicted. Drunk off his sweet taste - like candy, almost, and those cheap mochi he always got from downtown - and the electricity pricking at you each time your skin grazed against his.
It almost hurt - but it hurt so good.
Gasping, you pull away for air - impossible with the way Satoru was like a madman, kissing your swollen lips again and again and-
âToru!â you squeal, muffled through his lips. âArenât you-â His mouth drops into a soft oh! at the delicate strings of saliva snapping in the non-existent space between you two. Surging forward like he couldnât help himself. âBattlefield- mmpf- now?â
With a pained grunt, Satoru finally halts, just a hairâs breadth from your lips. And if you were in any better state of mind, maybe youâd have noticed the brief flicker of blue lightning all over his body. The way the lights flicker.Â
âSpecial curtain.â he pants against your open mouth, a muscled thigh shoving between your weakening legs. âTime barely passes in here.â
You donât know what your head is reeling more from his words or his hands - hands that kill - caressing you like a lover everywhere. Unable to decide between your hips, to your ass, to your pretty pretty face. Kiss-bitten lips uttering, âEveryoneâs waiting for you.â
âSo?â Satoru lets out a humorless laugh. About an octave higher than usual, like he was at the end of his rope now. Eyes hazy and glowing, looking as if it took everything in him to not just tear off that uniform and take you right now.Â
âBut-â
âShut up and let me ruin you, my love.â
Your back is hitting the mattress before you can even start to wonder what the fuck is happening. One second standing at the doorway and the other all sprawled out on Satoruâs bed.
Besides yourself, you blurt out, trying to make sense of the situation to both of you two. âDid- did you just teleport us?â
âDonât know.â he answers. And Satoru sounded like he genuinely didnât know, as bewildered as you were. Powers acting before him - way, way before he can think - as he fists your shirt in his hands. âDonât care.â
And you half wondered whether Satoru was even aware of what he was doing as he pulls, down, down down.Â
Rip!
It tears through the air - both the sound, and the way heâs just pulling your shirt to shreds. All depravity and no repentance as Satoru throws it behind God-knows-where. Buttons hitting the floor at a maddening little rhythm to which he was slowly losing his sanity.Â
He was kissing you like he was angry - taking it out on your poor clothes. Because before you know it, heâs pulling your bra off. Fingers searing on your skin, skirt just tatters on the floor.Â
âWaited too long.â he groans, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. âAlways wanted to do this.â And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldnât stop, rambling into the valley of your breasts, âEver since I first saw you and oh-â
That was it - only one look at your panties, all flimsy and drenched - and youâre back to wondering what Satoruâs kill count would be. You shudder as his eyes widen, letting out a strangled gasp from some deep, primal part of himself. Voice so broken and starved as he muses, â-canât believe I waited this long.â
Shit. You werenât making it out alive.
Immediately, Satoruâs dropping further down the mattress, easily pushing your knees up all the way till they were at your breasts.Â
And it was so unfair.Â
Unhair how he was still fully clothed, while you were spread so shamefully. Unfair how he was sliding his underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Up and down, up and down up and- Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips before pulling, marveling at how sinfully soaked they were.Â
And it was like something snapped - maybe his whatever restraint he had left, probably you by the end of this. Because just a split-second later, Satoruâs tearing right through your panties. Not even taking a second to breathe before burying his pretty face into your dripping cunt.Â
Unfair how you were liking it so dangerously. Being so used.Â
And Satoru knows - he thinks, with whatever rationality he has left intact - that he wants to admire your pretty lilâ cunt. To finally drink in what heâs been dreaming about for years all these lonely nights. But, no, thatâs for later - for a different Satoru, one that didnât feel like he was going to fucking die if he didnât taste you right now.Â
âAh! Hngh- T-Toru-â you arch into his hot tongue, as he licks erratically up your folds, long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Lapping at your juices like he couldnât stop.
âThaâs right.â words muffled into your cunt. Throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders. âGimme more, use me. Use me- fuck fuck fuck- yeah.â
He sounded as delirious as you were already, flinching with each word spat into your sensitive cunt. Drunk off your pussy and so messy, like he was well and fully intent on ruining you.Â
And itâs all you can do to sob so needily as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive clit. Seemingly unable to decide between sucking on it harshly and dipping into your sloppy hole. In and out. Wanting everything. Anything.Â
âFuck. Sâtoo deep. Sh-shit.â
âOh yeah?â heâs grinning, a cruel, cold little grin. You can feel it as he rolls his tongue against your clit over and over. âSânot deep enough.â
You pathetically try to close your legs around his head in shock, as the tips of his long fingers spread open your pussy further, teasing your entrance.Â
But who were you against the strongest? The one that got everything handed to him on a silver platter since birth? Except you - until now, that is.
Because Satoruâs swatting thighs back open like it was a mere inconvenience, and feel your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? as you realize how gently he was throwing you around like a ragdoll, in comparison to that door from earlier.Â
âNo.â he sounds absolutely wrecked, babbling around your throbbing clit. âNeed this- need you.â
And then heâs plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, so greedily that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Drinking in your pretty gasps of his name as he roams for that one spot he knows will have you seeing stars - only the best for his girl, right? The only thing on his mind right now, like a predator starved.
You can only tug on his hair and buck wildly underneath him, inching Satoru closer to where he was desperately searching for. Close - so close.Â
âToru-â you moan, like a prayer.Â
But it wasnât fast enough.Â
Not for Satoru, at least.
Even through the haze in your eyes, you could make out that brief flash of electric blue in-between your legs, eyes widening as ah-
That cheat.Â
You wondered if he even knew he was using his powers right now. Or whether Satoru was too far gone at this point. Way too smug with the way he hits that one spot. Hard.Â
Ah, you quiver as something so dark sparks in his eyes. Looking like a man starved, that had finally come across his favorite meal. Moving with frightening accuracy as he pumps his fingers in and out, hitting it each and every time.Â
âShit, ngh-â you let out a shrill moan, âItâs too good. Youâre so fucking-âÂ
One hand was so messy toying with your dripping entrance - the other digging into your hips. Dragging your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth.Â
Hard enough that you were sure itâd leave marks for tomorrow. If you even made it that long, that is, if the tiny shocks of electricity at his fingertips told you anything.Â
Desperate. Violent, even.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. âFuck- mâcumming mâcumming, fuck fuck fuck-â Youâre shaking as you cum, crying out Satoruâs name and delirious little moans that youâd otherwise be embarrassed of.Â
And he doesnât stop. Not when youâre blinking your vision back. Not when youâre shying away from his tongue, the stars behind your eyes too much with each flick of his tongue.Â
âSâtoo much- too- fuck, sensitive, Toru.â you whine, big fat tears clinging to your lashes.Â
Ah, there it was again. Just when Satoru was beginning to think that he might just be veering into a state of mind that could be considered sane - you have to call him that goddamn nickname again. And itâs only driving him wild.Â
Well, he muses, fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt, itâs really on you then.Â
You let out a fucked-out little whine as Satoru finally takes his shirt off, revealing such milky, toned skin. All sharp curves and dips like he was sculpted so meticulously, going down, down, down and- Your breath hitches at the large, pink scar standing out of his torso, so uneven and fresh that you feel a fresh wave of tears - different ones, this time.Â
You take a steadying breath, eyes unmoving from the injury. âSatoru-â
âNo.â Satoruâs tone is firm, so different from the metallic tinkling of his belt. He was moving now, shifting in between your legs to kiss those tears away. âNeed this. Need you. Need you need you need you so bad-â
âBut yourâŚâ you trail off. The words catch in your throat as he finally unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, soaked in precum.Â
He was soâŚmassive. Now, you expected your best friend to have a big dick, but this was ridiculous. He was so intimidatingly long, thick enough that you could feel the slick beading out of your sloppy hole already.
Yeah, you definitely werenât making it out alive.Â
Satoru sees it too, of course, because his cock twitches furiously. A low hiss leaving those pretty pink lips before heâs spitting on your quivering cunt. Once. Twice.Â
And you know that if this shameless bastard could use six eyes to find your g-spot, then he couldâve done the same for this. But, no, he lets some of it miss, splattering against your inner thigh, smearing all over as Satoru thumbs in his saliva with your slick.Â
God, he was treating you like some object. Wordlessly throwing your legs over his shoulders, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy.Â
And then you feel like youâre been split apart - because Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. As was his aching cock. Heâs barely even pressing through the first ring of muscle, and you already feel like heâs pushing all the way into your lungs.Â
âT-Toru.â you yelp, glancing down at the way your pussy was stretched so lewdly around his thick cock. Quivering as he keeps pushing and pushing and- no mercy. Absolutely none at all. âCan feel you so deep inside ngh- I donât think I canâŚâÂ
âNo no no no no-â heâs panting into your open mouth. Fucking into your heavenly cunt in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to squeeze deeper inside. âNeed this. Want this. Always did. God, fuck fuck fuck, you can do it-â
âBut-â
God, Satoru canât help but kiss you - to shut those cute lilâ whines up more than anything, heâs sure heâll cum right there and right now if he didnât.Â
Because Satoru wasnât any better. Body bowing into yours, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth falling into a delirious oh! as he finally bottoms out. Balls smacking your ass too hard, your pussy too tight, you too beautiful underneath him.Â
Blindly, he reaches for the headboard - white-knuckling it so hard that itâs a wonder it doesnât break.Â
It does - and later youâll find a pile of splinters behind the bed. Itâs just that neither of you notice. Too high off the feeling of Satoruâs cock pushing inside you. Youâre clawing at his back now, gasping for air. Letting him fold you in half to filthily lick away the tears pooling at your cheeks.Â
âShit- yâgot this, my love. You gotta- ah- Breathe-â he canât even speak properly, sharp tongue so heavy. Eyes glowing with such insanity as he rocks his hips harder into yours.
He was right - you needed to breathe. To finally wrap your head around the fact that this was Satoru - your best friend - the same one that binge-watches sappy rom-coms with you after every breakup. Every. Single. One. Somehow, you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Both of you were barely-lucid at this point. And he was out of control now.
Funny, how in all his dreams when you were screaming his name - Satoru was always suave, methodical, playing with your pretty pussy like a fine instrument. Right now, he was anything but. Sloppy - like he didnât have enough time, never would, even in this room where time slowed.
âDonât you run away.â he grunts at the way youâre so adorably torn between running away from his cock and bucking for more more more- âWaited twelve fucking years for this. Nâ mâgonna take it.â
You almost sob at the pressure as he laces his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper. Down, down, down. âSâtoo good, Toru. Wanâ more-â
âMore.â Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. Eyes widening almost comically, a fucked-out smile spreading all over his face. âYâwant more even when youâre filled to-â He traces an invisible line halfway down your tummy. âHere?â
âYes.â you gasp as he reaches down to toy with your throbbing clit, drawing tight, frenzied little circles. Balls smacking your ass so painfully, thumb pressing down right where his tip was hitting your cervix - as if he used six eyes to see. âAlways wanted more. Always have, Toru.â
And you swear you could see something physically snap inside Satoru. Because his eyes glaze over, grin dropping instantly from his face.Â
If you werenât so cockdrunk maybe youâd have caught the way the bedroom lights flicker, the one down the hallway bursting.Â
âAlways, huh?â heâs muttering, grip on your body tightening like a vice. âWanted more like me?â Rocking into you so sloppily, cock twitching so painfully as he speeds up. Fingers just as desperate - as depraved as his hips.
And this time, he doesnât even have to use six eyes to find that one spot. Knowing your body well enough to hit it over and over until you were sobbing. âMore more more more- fuckinâ take it then.â
At this point you didnât know whether Satoru was always this ruthless in bed or youâd just broken him. It felt so good that it was almost scary. And your delirious mind wandered into the thought that maybe the bed would break - and your bones to follow.Â
Well, they would have if Satoru hadnât been using reversed cursed technique. But you didnât need to know that just yet.Â
âSatoru-â you squeal as he only gets more erratic.  âIâmâŚâ
âClose?â Satoruâs grunting, smacking his lips against your own.
Itâs laughable, really, that muffled question - because Satoru knew you were close. Losing his fucking mind, actually, at how you were squeezing so hard around him. Balls squeezing so painfully right now, but he wanted you to cum first - needed you to cum first.
âYeah, so close. Wanâ cum- Ah! Please-â
âThen cum. Fucking cum, wanâed this so bad.â heâs babbling deliriously. Little sparks of lightning visible even to your glassy eyes, fingers humming with a dangerous little energy that stimulated you so good. âYeah, yeah yeah yeah fucking cum, wanna hngh-â
And then you are. So sudden and hard that you donât even realize it at first. Just that youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Rocking your hips into Satoruâs like such a slut.Â
Oh, if heaven was really then the part of Satoru that can still form coherent thoughts thinks this just might be it.Â
Because only the sight of you creaming all around his swollen cock and heâs cumming and cumming so hard that it hurts. Thick, hot ropes of cum that he canât seem to stop. Doesnât want to stop, and God he thinks he could cum until you beg and beg and beg itâs too much. Until youâre yelling for-
âMercy!â you moan, head spinning with how fucking overfilled your pussy was. âPlease, Toru-â
Satoru lets out a slight gasp, âMercy?â Chuckling so cruelly at your dazed nod, âNo mercy, my love. None at all.â
And God, it was so fucking hard to look at him too - eyes half-lidded and miles away, flushed and looking like he was anywhere but laid out on a hospital bed just a few minutes ago. In fact, Satoru looked like he was in heaven on Earth as he only milked his painfully hard cock on your snug pussy.
Pretty. Always so fucking pretty.Â
And he kept whispering that, over and over in your ear as you both ride out your highs. Oh how he loved you.
Your eyes fly open, and Satoru knew heâd said that out loud. Shit. But, well, with the way you were immediately pulling him to collapse into your arms, he thinks he really doesnât mind.
âLove you, love you. Love you so much. Always did, always wanted to love you- to fuck you.â You barely even notice him marking down your neck, sharp canines digging into the flesh like he wanted to break something. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood. âTo ruin you.â
It was oozing out of you, both Satoruâs cum - dribbling down your legs in thick globs, pooling on the overpriced sheets below - and his power. Jolts of electricity running down all the way from your poor, abused cunt to your hazy mind.Â
âSo do it.â The air was crackling - crackling with intensity and the smell of jujutsu. It was in your veins, in your words as you whisper, âRuin me. Youâre the- ngh- only- one fâme, Toru. Always was.â
The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining so bright that it was blinding, until they burst. The last thing you see are his eyes - electrified with blue lightning, burning into your brain.Â
And then itâs black.Â
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âIâll be back before ya know it, my love.â he whispers against your forehead, cooing at the way you stir sleepily. âGotta pest to take care of.â
Taking down that curtain wasnât the hard part, the hard part was actually fucking regaining his senses enough to do so.Â
And now, all cleaned up and fucked to sleep on his bed, you were looking so unbearably delectable that it made some part of Satoru just want to stay behind this curtain. To forget the waiting sorcerers on the battlefield. Saving the world be damned.
Well, no matter, Satoru had time. He was the strongest, right? After all, how could he give you the world if there was no world to give?
âNâ when Iâm back, mâgonna kiss ya to death till you go out with me. Till everyone knows youâre unmistakably mine.â
A/N. GET IT - that unmistakable bit from the panel?Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#tonywrites
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List of my curses:
⢠Cassandra
⢠straight boys keep happening to me
#IM NOT EVEN INTO STRAIGHT GUYS. LIKE BY EXTENSION IM NOT ATTRACTED TO GUYS WHO ARE SUPER STRAIGHT ACTING OR WHATEVER LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE#past two years I have had a number of crushes and I will grant that two of them? probably a little wishful thinking but not unjustified#BUT THIS GUY. THE CURRENT GUY. OH MY GOD#this guy wears ACTUAL LITERAL PRIDE SHOES. BECAUSE HE LIKES RAINBOWS.#on top of that he acts like a queer guy has mostly queer friends dresses way too nice bc he thinks straight man clothes are boring#doesnât correct people when they assume heâs queer bc he gets this a lot! heâs literally just the coolest straight guy alive and itâs insane#i did not read this wrong at ALL heâs just insane and oh my god I love him. itâs fine I am so happy just being friends bc heâs great#like out of the five significant crushes of the past two years. we have had:#1. âguy who also had rainbow stick tape. Everyone thought was gay. incredibly friendly and way too good at texting. EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS GAY#2. guy who I hadnât talked to a whole lot but Kept talking to me and AGREED TO GO ON A DATE. AND THEN MADE IT DINNER.#because he thought it would be funny! actual complete prick but again not really a misread on my part!#3. guy who again mostly has friends who are queer. wore a dress to an event completely unprompted. again did not Act like a straight guy#4. probably the ONE time which was mostly me Hoping but I figured it out quickly enough after talking more to him. was just chill+long hair#5. TYPE OF GUY PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN TO SCIENCE WHO WEARS PRIDE SHOES DESPITE BEING STRAIGHT#homosexuality does not begin to explain the things going on here#BUT LIKE HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING IM REALLY NOT INTO STRAIGHT MEN#it sounds bad when I say yeah I keep having crushes on straight guys bc like come on man self respect BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT I SWEAR#apparently my type is incredibly chill straight guy who has gone past homophobia and come out the other end#some of them should try homosexuality instead I swear. like this is equally incredibly funny and so frustrating#gotta start checking guysâ gay cards as a requirement to talk to me#luke.txt
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i ran out of tags sera i canât believe this â ď¸
anyway i was just saying !!! that !!! ONLY YOUUUU can write smut like this and stilLl make it so emotionally pAcked and heavy and characteristically ON POINT and i donât even know if u intend to đđđ it feels like these things just flow like magic out of ur fingertips !!!!!!!!
and the next morning when nanami is there too KAMXKSN THE KISS THE CHEF APRON IS KILLING MEEEE and when he trips reader by jokin about the hickIES and reader falls for it and satoru facepalms đđ hELPP AND THE LAST LINE SERA THE LAST LINE !!!!!!!!!!!
anyway this is all to say That !!!!!! SERA i love u and i miss u !!!! And i am so happy that i get to find ur lil works like this no matter how long time has passed !!! And that i get read it !!!! And enjoy it the way i do !! Because i always will love the things u write đĽşđĽş U KNOW I WILL !!! AAAAAAH thank u for blessing us w this nanago (more heavy gojo) MEAL đĽš
also thank u to somi for reminding me that this exists omfg jsnxkdnxj
ŕŠâĄËłÂˇËâś â GOJO X FEM READER
Gojo and you have little to nothing in common besides a friend group and a shared crush on Nanami Kento. However, as befitting the sorcerer to end all sorcerers, of course Gojo has one up on you - heâs actually made a move on Nanami. If he offers to give you a taste through him, who are you to turn down such a golden opportunity?Â
wc â 4.5k
tags â mdni, nanami x reader is present but not the focus, praise, Gojoâs a tease, fingering, mutual pining but for Nanami, crying during sex but in a good way, light begging
Work has been long and exhausting. Everywhere in the world is overrun by curses, but surely the solution canât be to simply give the sorcerers more curses. Thereâs only so many of you, and with assignments piling on, you all can barely breathe. Sooner or later, someoneâs going to burn out - and thatâs an infinitely worse possibility. You donât want to know what happens when a sorcerer goes rogue.Â
Thatâs why youâve taken to recovering the best you can. At least the pay has been proportional, thanks to the efforts of one Nanami Kento. Enough so that youâve been able to rent an apartment in the heart of Tokyo, where you can home after work and relax - as much as you can when most days you go out into the field, come home, sleep, and repeat. Youâre not even sure when youâve had the time to eat these days.Â
Which is why coming home to the sounds of music leaking out of your apartment is a little unwelcome. As you hear a crash from inside, and a loud, âShit!â, you begin to regret giving your friends your keys. It was supposed to be for emergencies only, and yet, as you unlock the door -Â
âWelcome home,â Nanami says dryly, nursing a drink in his other hand. Utahime notices next and scrambles up to greet you with a kiss on either cheek.Â
Keep reading
#omfg sera i cant believe i only rEad this NOW#LITERALLYSDG#i love the dynamics of their lil friend group so much#and of couRSE I love the way you write them sera#i always always do#and i love how satoru is their lil schoolbus shbfash teleporting them everywhere like YES#make than man do some worK (but only for friend things... he can take a break for all his other responsibilities)#and the crush reader has on nanami omg i GET IT I FEEL IT cos i really would tOO#and the interaction between yuki and gojo omG#U R LITERALLY GIVING US CRUMBS SDHGBAJ the interaction we never got to see !!!!!#& im so happy to see that gojo actually mAYBe accepts her seniority ???#and the utahime shoko detail oh i lOVe iT !! even wearing geto's sweater omg that's just so cute :<#and tHEN THE COUCH WHEN NANAMI LEANS ON READERS SHOULDER........... OF COURSE I SCREAM omfG ??? and he doesnt move when reader puts their#arm around him liKE WTAF AND HE JUST SNUGGLES INTO IT AND SAYS THANKS ?? FEELS GOOD ??? i THINK i woulD DIE#the tension between gojo and nanami is insane idek how to describe it#and schoolbus satoru at the end of the movie is soso cute#and the way it just escalates om fg how gojo's suddenly kissing reader and everything IM GOING INSANE#sera when i tell u that . this was so hot. oh my god it was so hot#the things this did to my BRAIN lkike#first of all: gojo being a good kisser -> guaranteed to make me go INSAnE. and the way u articulate reader's thoughts on this too ofmfmfofm#the tongue and the biting and the teeth and the spit and the everyTHING oh my god#âbuT i like kissing you BAbyâ NO HE HAS TO STOP HE CANT BE USING 'BABY' LIKE THAT ILL CRY#THEN HE JUST BRINGS UP NANAMI ??? LIKE ???#the lil bit of sadness u gave him ??? omg sera ??#its that bittersweet feeling thats somehow always associated with him shdjbgsal#but then he continues to fuck like nANAIM ANd IM GOING CRAY#and wehn they both cumfgofmghdssdghsghfas im ded gone#and reader is like u love him and gojo is like i like him om#only u can make smut this heavy and emotional sera i swear to god and i dont even know if u intend it toosd gjzb#' i think he might say yes if its you ' and WHAT IF I CRY
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Maybe a part 2 of the arcane characters saying things they regret, but they're apologizing because I can't live after reading a angst đŤ
Making up with Arcane characters after a bad argument. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader
(Previous part)
Fine, fine, here is a happy part two guys. Take it as an apology for the tears and pain I've caused.â¨ď¸
Content: Swearing, accusations of cheating, slight angst, making up, fluff, potential spoilers for season 2, established romantic relationships, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not proofread))
ăVI
She knew that she had fucked up. There was no way to deny or refute it either. And your absence was further proof of that.
You were always there for her, even when things got bad and she became even worse. No matter how much she yelled or drank, you were there afterward to nurture her back to health. It was so unfair of her to expect it still, after all she had said to you. She hated herself. She hated how weak and pathetic she had become. How she can't even stand straight anymore from the alcohol and couldn't win a single game since she had lost you.
And instead of Caitlyn haunting her like she used to, it was only you now. But you were crying every time. Asking her why she hated you so much. Why she couldn't care for you the way you cared for her. Why you were always the second choice despite having been there since the start.
Why, why, why.
Gritting her teeth against the headache, she made her way through the dark, familiar lanes to your small home that you once shared together. She had to talk to you. She really, really had to. Even if it's far too late now after a week of silence in-between the two of you. She had taken the time to reflect and think about everything, especially about your relationship. And it made her realise that nothing in this world was losing you too.
Knocking on your door, she nervously waited as she heard your footsteps quickly approaching her from inside. You opened the door carefully, ironically just how she had taught you, before freezing at the sight of her. She gave you a weak smile, attempting to look calm and friendly, but it still scared you off. "Hey cupca-" You tried slamming the door into her face mid greeting, but her foot was faster to jam itself in the way.
"H-Hey! Wait, please hear me out!" "Fuck off, Vi. I'm not in the mood to hear more of your bullshit. Go back to Caitlyn since I know how badly you want that!" You never cursed, and every word you spoke made her flinch. She, for some reason, didn't expect you to be this mad. But it hurt, and she deserved it. Another thing she underestimated was, unfortunately, your strength since you somehow managed to push her away and shut the door again. "Come on! Please! I... I didn't mean what I said. I just... have been losing my shit ever since what happened. The guilt is killing me, and I know it's not an excuse! You're right, I have to stop this shit! You're right, I need to stop treating your love for granted!"
She didn't know if you were even listening to her anymore, but it didn't stop the tears that burned in her eyes. "I don't give a damn about Caitlyn like that! I never did! It always you for me. You... you cared for me when no one else ever wanted to, and I was such an idiot for not appreciating it more." Her hand slammed against the wood in defeat, her head coming to rest against it as her body trembled. She was so scared of losing you. This can't be the end. "Please. Please just give me another chance to prove myself. I know I'm a fuck up but I swear I'll do better now."
Vi nearly fell right through your house entrance when you opened the door wide with a teary huff. "God, you're such an idiot... get in already before the neighbors complain." You didn't let her reply as you simply dragged her inside and locked the door again. The pitfighter watched you do so with a gentle gaze, one that felt so familiar to you. "... Fine, I'll give you another chance... but no drinking or fighting anymore. Please." You whisper to her, and she nods quickly before engulfing you in a warm hug.
She knows that she isn't fully forgiven yet, but she'll do everything in her power to prove herself worthy of your love again.
ăCAITLYN
"You're still up." Caitlyn's voice was calm and gentle now, so different from the stern and cold tone it had before. You ignored her, however, knowing better than to fall for this again. She always got like this when she knew she had screwed up and was trying to crawl back into your good graces. But this time around, you didn't allow it that easily. You refused to speak to her if she hadn't come back to apologize. And yet... you couldn't help but allow yourself at least one sharp dig at her. "And you're late to bed once again. But I suppose Officer Nolan's 'report' was just that interesting, no?" You were perhaps the only person in all auf Pultover that could ever accuse her of something so scandalous as adultery and get away with it.
It certainly would have been amusing if Caitlyn didn't feel so sick at the thought of you believing that.
Sighing, she placed her hat onto a clothing hanger, her jacket following suit. You were facing away from her on the bed, trying to read a book and rest, despite the pain in your heart. It was hard being angry at her when you loved her so deeply. But her insults had struck much deeper than that.
The bed dipped behind you, and soon enough, you felt her strong arms surrounding your body and her nose tickling your cheek. "I'm sorry, my love. I really am. I... have lost my cool, and that was wrong of me." You scoffed at her words, finding them too shallow for the pain she had caused earlier. Yet you struggled to get out of her strong grasp on you. It felt desperate. And you hated the warmth and security that it made you feel. "If that is all you have to say, then you can leave." You hissed out weakly but couldn't find any malice in it. Just heartbreak, that solidified in more tears burning in your eyes. "Because how... how could you ever say that I could betray you? Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you care?"
Caitlyn hummed against the nape of your neck soothingly, a way to acknowledge the plight she had caused you without revealing her own tears. The grief had made her into a monster. A monster that hurt its friends, family, and most importantly, you. It was unforgivable, and yet she wanted to prove herself worthy of you anyway. She wanted to show you that she hadn't changed deep down like everyone claimed. She was still yours.
"... I will find a way to end this war and resolve it peacefully as soon as I can. I swear it to you." She began, her voice low and gentle, as she listened to the sound of your hiccups and sniffling. This wasn't what she wanted. "And I apologize, truly, for what I called you... I know that you are loyal and trustworthy. Much more than I ever could be... I'm still your Caitlyn." The last part was whispered quietly, as she tried everyone in her power to not break down in front of you like this.
She hated what she had become deep down. She knew it was wrong and that her mother must've been turning in her grave at the sight of what she had done. But what she couldn't handle at all was you hating and leaving her.
There was a moment of silence before you turned to face her and immideatly hugged her impossibly close as you cried into her arms. She rubbed your back lovingly, understanding that this was your way of accepting her apology. But forgiveness will still be a long journey she was willing to take.
For now, she'd rest in your embrace thankfully.
ăJINX
Deep down, you knew that she didn't mean what she said. She never would do anything to hurt you. Silco's death was just killing her more than anyone could have expected, and it was hard for everyone to deal with. But you just couldn't take the pain and hurt she caused you anymore. You've been there since day one. You were always at her side. You always took care of her when no one else wanted to. And you understood her better than she did herself. But it was ultimately just not enough. Or so you thought.
The young girl that was now dragging you through the lanes reminded you of her too. She didn't speak a word to you, and for some reason, you didn't have it in you to protest against her odd actions either. She somehow seemed to recognize you the second you bumped into her. And that was enough for her to take your hand and lead you to a very familiar hideout. Perhaps it was fate that brought you here again when you needed Jinx the most.
"Hey kid, who's our little guest-?" The rest of the young woman's words died on her tongue, and it left you simply staring at each other. There was a familiar haze in her eyes, one that you often saw when the voices were taking over. She once mentioned that you sometimes became a part of her hallucinations during longer absences, and that reminder alone made your heart ache. You shouldn't have run away that day. But what other choice did you have? She didn't trust you anymore. She didn't think you should be together anymore. Why were you even here?
"S-sorry... I'm just going to leave..." You muttered as your ears rung and that familiar burning in your eyes made your sight blurry. You felt suffocated and somehow also angry, wishing she could just see how much you loved and cared for her. But just as you were turning away to run again, her strong hand was quicker and held you back by your arm. "Wait. Let's just... talk, alright? Like we always do?" That was your thing. Whenever things got bad, you'd sit down and talk calmly to her about it. She used to scoff at it every time... yet she was the one who suggested now for once. Something about it shook you so hard that it made the first tears finally spill at the recognition she had given you for all the work you've put into her.
Jinx panicked a little at that, unsure of how to comfort you, yet at Isha's stern frown and cross of her small arms, she just hugged you for the first time in a while. And god, did she miss it.
Perhaps it was good to show the little girl a picture of you after all.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I swear, sweetie! I... I won't ever say stuff like that again. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I just, I was just-" You hushed her by just hugging her tighter and shaking your head. "It's okay... just hold me for a while. We can talk later... I missed you so much." You whispered, voice breaking into sobs. Jinx hummed weakly and sighed against your hair, the familiar scent making her relax and feel better at last.
Isha grinned to herself behind you before quickly sneaking off to let you talk things out.
ăEKKO
To say that the entire firelight hideout was pissed at him would be an understatement. Absolutely everyone disagreed with the way he treated you, and the side eyes he got very much confirmed this. But the worst part of it all was definitely you avoiding him like the plague.
Every time he entered a room, you were the first one to leave in a hurry. Every time he tried speaking to you, you either ignored him or found an excuse to get away. Every time someone even mentioned his name to you, your mood seemed to dampen. And that hurt so much that it killed him. This isn't how he wanted you to feel about him. He was your boyfriend, damnit it. Yet he acknowledged that he was failing at his job way more than he should've allowed himself to. He had to fix this somehow.
Ekko couldn't just lose you over his own foolishness. You were the one person who motivated him to keep going even on his worst days. You were the light he fought for. The person he battled to come home to every day. He couldn't handle your absence any longer, especially at night when he laid wide awake in your empty bed without you.
And so, he finally had enough and cornered you one night up in the tree during a patrol you had together. One, he definitely didn't pull the strings for to happen. And ever the one to abide by his orders despite your current dismay, you were now avoiding his gaze whilst you watched your sleeping home below. It was peaceful and calm, but the pain lingered between you two too much to enjoy the moment. He didn't know how to break the deafening silence, and it made him think of backing out on his initial plan... until you surprised him by speaking up first.
"I'm... sorry for avoiding you. I didn't mean for this to become your last resort. I just... didn't want to be a burden anymore." "Wait, wait, wait... who said that you were a burden, I... I should be the one apologizing right now. Because I was wrong about every fucking thing I said to you." The words spilled out in panic at the mere thought of you blaming yourself. He never wanted you to feel like this. It made him feel even worse about himself. This wasn't right. "You're not useless. You do so much for us, for me, and I take it all for granted like the asshole I am! And I fully acknowledge that now... I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. There is no excuse for it." He shook his head in disappointment at himself, wondering if this was it now. He'd understand if you broke up with him now... but instead, you seemed to be in the mood to surprise him alot today.
"Did you... like the food I made you?" He blinked at your question in confusion, yet answered honestly. "Best thing I had all week." "Then I guess I'll forgive you... just don't do that again." Ekko chuckled weakly at your words, relief filling his senses whilst he pulled you close to press a kiss to your head. "Would never dream of it... wanna ditch patrol and fly around town?" You mirrored his sly smile, glad he had the same thing on his mind as you did. "Sure thing. But let's make it a race."
He let you win.
ăSEVIKA
She took some time to cool off after your argument and returned later into the night with a clearer mind. Sevika had actually reflected on what you had said to her, and she knew you were ultimately right. She was extremely overprotective and stubborn, two things that didn't mesh well and often ended in her thinking you couldn't take care of yourself. Even if she knew better than to actually believe that.
You were strong, especially mentally. It's what drew her into you to begin with. But with the fall of Silco and a war being on the verge of breaking out against Piltover, she had no choice but to make sure that you never left her sight. And if you did, then you had to be somewhere she knew was safe and away from all the chaos she dealt with daily. It helped her focus and stay calm to know that you're okay. Yet despite how much she cared, she still fucked it all up for herself again.
And now she had to fix it, something she was never good at.
She felt awfully guilty at the sight of the things you've lovingly prepared for her, now laying forgotten and cold on the kitchen counter. She truly didn't deserve someone as kind as you. And yet she considered herself too selfish to let you go.
Slowly approaching the bedroom door, she paused to hear if you were awake or not. Unfortunately, you were, but she only knew this from the faintest sound of your sniffling and sobbing that drifted through the wooden door. Sighing to herself, she knocked once, deciding to just rake things slow and as calmly as possible. You had sustained an injury after all, and her mind was reeling at the thought of it getting worse without any proper care. "What do you want?!" Your weak voice yelled at her, and it made her frown. Yeah, you were definitely beyond pissed.
"I want to talk." Her gruff voice said, and it may have sounded like a demand if the underlying care and worry didn't overshadow it so clearly. Your silence made her initially think you were ignoring her until the door slowly opened and revealed your disheveled form. "... well, go ahead." You muttered, one hand cradling the side of your hip that was clumsily bandaged up by you. You were never good at stuff like that.
"Let me take care of the wound whilst we're at it. Can't have ya dying on me because of an infection." She sighed out before simply dragging you to your shared bed and pulling out your medkit. You didn't protest or complain and let her do as she pleased, whilst you carefully listened to her speak with an unreadable expression.
"Listen. I... get it. I really do. The way I treat you isn't right, and I know you're grown enough to take care of yourself, but... I can't risk losing you too now. It drives me crazy to think about. Even if that ain't much of an excuse, and I get that too." She was never this honest before. Usually, she simply deflected or blamed someone else. But here she was, for once admitting openly to being the problem. "Just... be more careful out there. That's all I ask of you. I won't comment on it otherwise anymore though, unless you're in serious danger. I promise." Finishing the last of her bandaging, she hummed at it now looking much securer. This way, you are sure to recover much faster.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head at her words, deciding to give her another chance to prove herself. You understood where she was coming from after all. "Okay, fine. I'll accept your apology... if you help me cook." She grinned at that slightly with a casual shrug. "Fine by me, if I get a taste of your heavenly cooking, sweetheart."
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oh god it's the fact that rose still has brain cancer.........
#:((((((((( if she dies i swear to god i wouldn't just pass out i'd straight-up end up in a coma /j#but omggghsgfgf plsssss she has been through SO MUCHHH just let her have a happy endingggggg :(#i feel like there'd be more mind-fuck revelations later on - obvs the unrevealed story ab. vangie and dante & what actually happened to-#renz's ex-girlfriend but just..something more. idk#let's not talk about alex turning into a mini-lily rn i'm not ready :')#my babies.....y'all deserve a break...........#and poor renz's mental health hjagdh somebody get this man some therapy đđđ#catdrain#cancer mention tw#unbreak my heart#rose jacinto
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fleeing feelings
pairing: hvc x fem!reader | best friend!seungkwan genre: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, university au wc: 9.6k warnings: alcohol consumption (pls drink responsibly!!) a/n: for @k-vanity 's âfalling for youâ event! My prompts were London Fog (âYou said what to who now?! Why?!â) and Pumpkin Spice Latte (âExcuse me, but is this seat taken?â)Â // enormous thank you to @cheolism for the most gorgeous banner // and thank you to my lovely betas @lovetaroandtaemin and @tusswrites
summary: so you might have told vernon you loved him while drunk â now all you have to do is avoid him. forever.Â
The headache is real.
It feels like someone decided your skull was the perfect canvas for a jackhammer. Each throb sends waves of pain coursing through your brain, and even the soft hum of the world outside your window seems like an assault on your fragile state. If it wasnât for the fact that youâre pretty sure your last memory was of collapsing into your bed after a night of regrettable decisions, youâd swear you were dying.
You blink up at the ceiling, groaning as sunlight streams through the blinds, slicing through the dim room like a guilty conscience. Your eyes ache at the brightness, and you throw a hand over your face in an attempt to shield yourself from the assault. The cold sheets are a welcome contrast to the fire thatâs raging inside your head.
You wish for sleep, but it doesnât come. Instead, you're greeted by an annoyingly chipper voice, too loud for a Sunday morning at 11 a.m.
"Morning!" Seungkwan chirps, a little too cheerfully for someone who clearly has no understanding of the term hangover. He's holding a glass of water, like itâs the most exciting thing in the world, and you can't help but squint at him through half-closed eyes. Heâs got that same gleeful smile on his face, looking way too awake for someone who shares an apartment with someone who just wants to die right now.
"Seungkwan, please... Itâs too early for your brand of happiness," you croak, your voice hoarse and barely audible. Your throat feels like you swallowed sandpaper, and you barely have the strength to sit up.
"Well, itâs already late enough for me to help you feel better," he says with a grin thatâs too wide to be genuine, handing you the glass of water and an aspirin like itâs some kind of miracle cure. "You donât want to end up like last time, do you?"
You roll your eyes, trying to sit up but the world tilts dangerously. You clutch the glass like it might actually save you, your fingers trembling from the effort. "Last time?" you mutter, still a little too disoriented to make sense of anything. âI barely remember last night.â
Seungkwanâs grin stretches even wider. "Oh, last night was a memorable one," he says, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, like heâs got the best secret in the world.
You squint at him, struggling to keep your eyes open. "What do you mean by that?"
The moment it leaves your mouth, the memories come rushing back, one after another, like a broken dam finally giving way. You and Vernon had gone outside for some air, the cool night breeze refreshing against your skin. You remember the conversation turning quiet, the alcohol still buzzing in your veins, the way the breeze ruffled his hair, and then...
Oh god. Oh no.
You freeze, the blood draining from your face as your stomach drops. Your heart stutters in your chest as you try to piece it together. You had told Vernon you loved him. In your drunken haze, it had slipped out, but now? Now it feels like the kind of thing you would never, ever do if you werenât so far gone on cheap whiskey and bad decisions.
You look at Seungkwan, your face crumpling in embarrassment. "I... I told Vernon... I told him I love him."
Seungkwan blinks at you, the shock clear on his face. For a second, it seems like he doesnât even know how to respond. Then, his eyes widen comically, and a burst of laughter bursts from him. "You said what to who?!" He takes a step back, as if the sheer magnitude of your confession has physically knocked him off balance. "You confessed? To Vernon?" He cackles, his laugh loud and echoing in the quiet of your room.
You slump back against your pillow, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. You wish the floor would just swallow you up. "I didnât mean to! I was drunkâokay?" you mutter, your words barely making it out.
Seungkwan is practically vibrating with laughter. "Oh my god, you actually did it," he says between fits of giggles. "Thatâs soâwait, wait. What did Vernon say back?"
And thatâs when the panic sets in. You stare blankly at Seungkwan, your brain spinning. You want to remember, you need to remember what he said back, but itâs a complete blank. The memory of his face, his expression, even his wordsâtheyâre gone. As if it never happened. You feel a new wave of nausea rising in your stomach.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to speak. "I donât remember," you confess, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.
Seungkwan stops laughing, blinking at you like heâs just realized you might be serious. "What do you mean you donât remember?" he asks, sounding more confused than before.
You press the heel of your hand to your forehead, trying to steady your dizzying thoughts. "I... I canât remember what he said back. And thatâs worse than not hearing anything at all."
Seungkwanâs face falters for a second, then the teasing glint returns in his eyes. "Well... you have to face him, right? Heâs literally just down the hall," he points out, his voice softening as he sits on the edge of your bed. "And youâre gonna have to talk to him eventually. You canât avoid him forever."
You frown, looking at him as if he's spoken a foreign language. "And why the hell not?"
Seungkwan leans in, his finger counting off the reasons like heâs been preparing for this moment his whole life. "One: heâs our best friend. Two: he lives down the hall, not in another universe. And three..." He pauses, dramatically. "Heâs your BEST FRIEND."
You groan, rolling over and burying your face into your pillow, desperate to block out the light, the noise, and Seungkwanâs well-meaning logic. "You already said that," you mumble into the fabric, wishing the pillow could swallow you whole.
"Iâm emphasizing," Seungkwan replies, sitting back in a huff. "Emphasizing that he knows you like the back of his hand, stupid. Heâs not gonna let you avoid him."
You moan into the pillow. "I canât even think about facing him right now, Seungkwan. Not today."
"Tough. Youâre facing him eventually, whether you like it or not," Seungkwan says, but his voice softens, his hand brushing your back comfortingly. "But hey, Iâm your best friend. Iâm here to support you through whatever happens."
You just grunt in response, curling back into the pillow like it might somehow shield you from reality. "Great. As long as youâre here to watch me suffer."
Seungkwan grins, his voice full of mischief. "Thatâs the plan."
You can feel the weight of your poor life choices pressing down on you as you sit in the overpriced, over-crowded coffee shop, nursing the lukewarm disaster that is your latte. It's one of those days where everything tastes like regretâcoffee included. Your laptop screen blurs as you try to focus on your prelab. You're supposed to be working, supposed to be productive, but all you can do is mentally list everything that went wrong in your life in the past 48 hours.
The lab professor? Completely useless. Your grade? Already plummeting. And as for the whole Vernon situation? Yeah, let's not talk about that.
You can feel the throbbing pain in your temples as your mind drifts back to that nightâthe confession that slipped out of your mouth when you were way too drunk. The look on Vernonâs face... God, you're so embarrassed. If there was a hole to crawl into, youâd dive right in and never resurface.
Beside you, Seungkwan is breezing through his own prelab, the same one youâre supposed to be working on, but it seems like heâs in a completely different world. As usual. He taps away at his laptop, his fingers moving in a rhythm like heâs been here for hoursâwhen in reality, he probably hasnât even started yet. You scowl at your laptop as the blinking cursor mocks you for not getting anything done.
You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together. "God, I hate this class. And I hate that professor," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "Why did I even sign up for this? Why is life like this?"
Seungkwan doesnât look up from his screen, but you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Because you're a glutton for punishment. You're just mad because the only thing you're getting out of this lab is the overpriced coffee."
You huff, sloshing your latte around in its cup in a way that makes you wish you could just drown in it. "Yeah, well, Iâm about to drown in this lab report if I donât figure it out soon."
"Shouldâve taken easier classes," Seungkwan snorts, and you shoot him a glare. He knows you better than anyone, and he knows you're not the type to shy away from a challenge. You donât even have the energy to argue, so you let him win this one.
The door chimes as someone enters, and your focus breaks. You glance up, hoping it's just some random student walking in to grab their iced coffee, but no.
Of course not.
You hear that low, familiar voice, the one that makes your heart do a little flip. "Is this seat taken?"
No. No. Fuck.
There, standing by the table, looking like he belongs in some glossy magazine for college students who know how to look effortlessly cool, is Vernon. The guy you still havenât figured out how to face after that monumental fuck-up of a confession two days ago. And now? Now heâs standing there, staring at you and Seungkwan with a hesitant smile, probably wondering if itâs safe to sit down or if youâre about to sprint out of here like a coward.
Seungkwan, the absolute bastard, beams at Vernon. "Oh no, itâs totally free," he says, too eager. He's so happy to make this as awkward as possible. You could almost feel the smugness radiating off him. "Come sit, Vernon. We could use the company!"
Your heart sinks into your stomach as Vernon takes the seat across from you, not missing the subtle shift in your posture. He looks at you with those eyes of his, eyes that are both too warm and too intense, and you feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You canât look at him. You canât.
You force a smile, but it feels like youâre pushing your lips together with a crowbar. "Uh, yeah. Just working on it," you mumble, barely even aware of what you just said. Your brain is too busy doing its best to not short-circuit. You take another sip of your latte, hoping the caffeine will somehow pull you together. It doesnât.
Seungkwan, the little devil, doesnât help at all. Heâs practically radiating glee, enjoying your discomfort far too much. "Yeah, Y/N here is just dying to finish her part of the report," he says, clearly trying to get a rise out of you. "But it's okay, sheâs doing just fine! Arenât you?" He shoots you a wink, but Vernon doesnât catch itâthank God.
Your eyes flick to your screen, looking for any excuse to not talk to Vernon right now. You just need to not look at him. "Actually, I forgot something," you blurt out, standing up abruptly, not even thinking it through. "I just... I need to grab something. Iâll be back in a second."
You donât wait for anyone to respond. You donât even look at Vernon as you grab your bag and make a hasty retreat to the counter. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and your breath feels shallow. This was a terrible idea. Why did you invite him to work on the prelab in the first place? Was it because you wanted an excuse to spend time with him? To not feel so much?
You donât know.
You leave the cafe altogether, your mind racing, and find yourself walking aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to cool off. The cold air outside stings your cheeks, but itâs a welcome distraction from the heat of embarrassment still flushing through your body.
You pull out your phone, needing something to take your mind off everything. It pings almost immediately with a message from Seungkwan:
Boo đ: so... how long are u gonna avoid him
You laugh weakly, but itâs more from disbelief than anything else. You text back quickly:
Y/N: iâm not avoiding him
Y/N: iâm just
Y/N: strategically distancing myself until i can look him in the eye without dying of shame
Boo đ: ur not gonna go back to the cafe because its too much?
Your phone dings again in quick succession.Â
Boo đ: u realize ur only making it worse right
You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip to suppress a groan. Oh god, Seungkwan, shut up.
Y/N: iâm already halfway across campus
Y/N: oh well, canât exactly go back now
Boo đ: he looks like you kicked him in the nuts and then ran away btw
Boo đ: iâm keeping him companyÂ
Boo đ: ur not getting away with this btw iâm never letting u live this down
You exhale loudly, already feeling the weight of your decision in the pit of your stomach. What did you think would happen? Youâve messed this up royally. Again.
Y/N: I hate you so much.
Boo đ: no u donât ! youâll see him again soon. probably tomorrow
Y/N: fuck you
Boo đ: love u too! donât worry iâll handle thisÂ
Boo đ: good luck with that prelab see u at home <3Â
You slump your shoulders in defeat, staring at the screen of your phone. Thereâs no getting out of this. Youâve somehow managed to make this even more awkward. Of course, Seungkwan would drag it out. You wouldnât expect any less from him.
You drag yourself back into the apartment, the weight of your failed escape attempt still heavy on your shoulders. The door slams behind you, and you sigh deeply, almost as if trying to shake the embarrassment off your body. You kick your shoes off and leave them by the door, your bag slung over your shoulder like a dead weight. Youâre so done with everything.
The apartment feels like itâs mocking youâseemingly quiet, except for the hum of Seungkwanâs obnoxiously loud voice floating from the living room. You hear the faint click of his phone screen as you shuffle toward the couch. You can practically feel him smirking at your impending doom even before you see him.
Sure enough, when you walk into the living room, heâs lounging on the couch, sprawled across it in his usual dramatic fashion. Heâs scrolling through his phone, one leg thrown over the side, looking like he hasnât had a care in the world since he woke up.Â
You throw yourself onto the couch next to him, feeling the familiar softness of the cushions sink beneath you. The weight of the last few hours presses down on your chest. Itâs so comfortable here, but you canât fully relax. Not with him sitting right next to you, clearly enjoying the aftermath of your spectacular mess.
âDonât even say it,â you groan, pushing yourself into the cushions like they might swallow you whole.
He doesnât even glance up from his phone. Instead, he lets out a small, knowing laugh. âSo... howâs the avoidance game going?â
You just close your eyes for a moment, willing yourself to disappear. âIâm never leaving my room again. Ever.â
Seungkwan bursts into laughter, the sound filling the small apartment and bouncing off the walls. Itâs enough to make your skin crawl, but you canât help but feel a bit of a tug at your own lips. Heâs genuinely enjoying your misery, and you hate it. âI mean, itâs been two days, and youâve already chickened out at the cafĂŠ. Thatâs a solid record.â
You groan dramatically, rolling your head back against the cushion. âI didnât chicken out. I just... needed a moment to not make eye contact with him, okay?â
âSure, sure,â Seungkwan says, his voice laced with sarcasm. âThatâs why you bolted out of there like a squirrel avoiding a hawk.â
You push his shoulder weakly, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his hoodie. âShut up, Boo. You have no idea how embarrassing it was.â
âOf course I do,â he says smugly, setting his phone down on the coffee table with a soft thud. âI was the one trying to hold a conversation with Vernon while you were having your little meltdown across campus.â
âCan we please not talk about it?â You bury your face in your hands, muffling your groan of embarrassment.
Seungkwanâs voice is dripping with amusement. âWell, you better figure it out soon. You invited him to our cafĂŠ session, and now youâre running away from your own mess. Itâs hilarious.â
You sit up, rubbing your face in exasperation. âIâm never going to be able to look him in the eye again.â
Seungkwan shrugs, his grin still wickedly satisfied. âWell, itâs not like you have much of a choice. I mean, unless youâre planning to live in that room of yours forever?â
You lean back against the couch, the soft fabric cool against your skin. You feel the weight of your thoughts settle in again, and with it, the overwhelming desire to hide from the world. âI canât,â you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. âHeâs gonna know Iâm avoiding him on purpose.â
âYeah, heâs not that dumb,â Seungkwan says, flipping through his phone lazily. âBut you know what? You could avoid him for a while. You just need to avoid... everything youâre supposed to do, forever.â
You turn your head slowly to look at him. âThatâs your solution? Run away?â
âPretty much,â Seungkwan says, completely unfazed. âBut you have to be more creative. Maybe pretend youâre dead? Or like you have the plague?â
You snort, despite yourself, the idea so absurd that it almost lightens the mood. âYeah, sure. Iâll just start wearing a sign around my neck: Please, donât talk to me. Iâm a walking disaster.â
Seungkwan grins, his eyes lighting up mischievously. âHonestly, I think itâs a good look for you.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât hold back a laugh. âYouâre the worst.â
Seungkwan stretches out, his grin wide and smug. âLook, I saved you today, but donât expect me to keep doing this forever. At some point, youâre on your own.â He reaches for his phone, ready to return to his lazy scrolling.
You sit up, the absurdity of the situation hitting you in waves. âYeah, Iâll figure it out... eventually.â
Seungkwan gives you a side-eye. âSure you will. But for now, enjoy the free ride, disaster queen.â
Itâs just your luck that, of all people, Vernon is your lab partner today. The second your professor calls your name, you feel your stomach twist into knots. You swear your internal groan echoes in the hum of the fluorescent lights above you. Why him?
Across the lab, Vernonâs already tugging on his gloves, eyeing the instructions on the counter like heâs got his shit together. You canât help but stare at him for a second, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead, the way he moves like he doesnât have a care in the world. The thought of having to work with him makes you feel like youâve been thrown into a pressure cooker, and youâre about to explode.
You try to focus, really, you do. But itâs impossible. Your brain keeps wandering back to him. His fucking hums. His stupid little smile. The way his dark eyes flicker up every now and then to make sure youâre still there. Itâs like he knows exactly how much heâs fucking with your head, and the worst part? Heâs probably not even trying.
A Bunsen burner hisses in the background, and the sound almost makes you flinch, like it's too loud in the otherwise quiet lab. You try to focus on the beaker in front of you. Try to just get through this. But itâs hard when all you can feel is the weight of his gaze on you.
âGot it, Y/N?â Vernonâs voice cuts through your thoughts. Heâs leaning against the counter now, watching you with a lazy grin, like he knows what he's doing to you.
Your face flushes involuntarily, and you shoot him a tight smile, hoping to play it cool. âYeah, got it,â you mumble, though your mind is a jumbled mess. Your hand shakes slightly as you pick up the pipette, and you swear he notices, but he doesnât say anything. Thatâs even worse. You hate how easy it is for him to get under your skin.
Itâs bad enough that youâre stuck with him, but now youâve got to get through an hour-long experiment without combusting. The tension is palpable, and itâs making you want to crawl out of your skin.
But then, just as youâre about to lose it, you spot Seungkwan strutting back from the fume hood. You swear you can feel the relief hit your chest like a tidal wave. Perfect.
Seungkwan doesnât seem to notice you until youâre already walking toward him, your feet moving on their own accord, desperate to make the switch. When he looks up, his gaze flickers over you, and that smirk creeps onto his lips. The one you know too well. The one that says, Iâm going to fuck with you now.
âWhatâs up, Y/N?â he asks, popping his gum. âNeed help with the chemical equations? Or is it more of a personal emergency?â
You throw your hands up, exasperated. âI need to switch lab partners, Seungkwan. Like, now.â
Seungkwan raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. âReally? Whatâs wrong? Does Vernonâs inability to mix chemicals properly scare you, or are you just that tired of looking at his face?â
You grimace, frustration bubbling in your chest. God, whyâs he gotta make it worse? âNo, itâs just⌠I canât focus with him staring at me every five seconds.â
Seungkwanâs smirk widens, and you can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. âOh, so thatâs what it is, huh? Youâre not focused because Vernon keeps looking at you like youâre his personal chemistry experiment?â
Your heart rate spikes. Fuck off, Seungkwan. âShut up, Iâm being serious,â you mutter, but you can hear the hitch in your voice, and it makes you want to punch yourself in the face.
Seungkwan doesnât let up, leaning in closer with that same cocky grin, looking far too pleased with himself. âIs that why youâve been staring at him for the last five minutes, then?â he teases, and you swear you can hear the little giggle in his voice. âI didnât realize we were doing that kind of experiment today.â
Your blood goes hot. âStop it!â you hiss, but you canât keep the embarrassed flush from spreading across your face. âI just need you to switch with me, Seungkwan. Thatâs it.â
Seungkwan chuckles lowly, clearly having way too much fun with this. âOh, okay. So you want me to switch with you just because you canât handle the heat, huh?â He taps his chin, like heâs thinking about it, but itâs obvious heâs already decided.
âFine,â you say, voice low but firm. âBut only if you actually want me to send that video of you drunkenly crying about chickens to the entire friend group. You remember that one, right? The one where you were saying, âThose chickens are my babies, I love them so muchâ?â
Seungkwanâs eyes widen, and for a second, you swear you see a flicker of panic. You almost smile, but you hold it in. Gotcha.
âNo,â he says, shaking his head like heâs trying to backpedal. âYou wouldnât.â
âOh, I absolutely would,â you reply smoothly, crossing your arms. You can feel the smug grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. âSo, how about it? You switch with me, or I make everyoneâs day a little more interesting?â
Seungkwan looks around the room, clearly considering his options. Heâs not stupid enough to let that video go public. âOkay, okay, fine. You win, Y/N. But you owe me for this one, big time.â
You give him a sweet smile. âDeal.â
Seungkwan walks over to Vernon, throwing his hands up dramatically. âVernon, buddy, looks like youâre stuck with me as your partner today.â
You barely suppress a laugh as Vernonâs head jerks up in surprise. âWait, what? Really?â
You take that as your cue and grab your stuff, moving toward Chanâs station. Youâre feeling lighter already, knowing the rest of this class wonât be nearly as awkward. Chanâs a great guyâeasygoing, level-headed, and most importantly, not Vernon.Â
You set your bag down on the counter and look over at Chan, whoâs already elbow-deep in his notes, completely unaware of the chaos you just caused. âHey, Chan,â you say, forcing a cheerful tone despite everything. âLooks like weâre partners now.â
He looks up with a bright smile, oblivious to the fact that heâs been dragged into your mess. âOh, hey, Y/N! Sounds good to me.â Heâs so sweet and always so positive, but⌠well, the thing is, Chan could not for the life of him keep track of chemical reactions if his life depended on it. This could be the worst decision youâve made today.
You sit down, a little defeated, as you adjust your gloves and open the instructions. Youâre partnered with Chan now, but nothing feels quite right. As sweet as he is, chemistry might as well be a foreign language to him. You glance back over at Vernonâs lab station, which, of course, is conveniently located just a few feet away. You can hear the familiar sound of Vernon and Seungkwanâs voices drifting toward you, but youâre so not ready to face them just yet.
You feel your chest tighten as you try to ignore it, but then Vernon speaks again. âI donât bite, Y/N,â he teases, his voice cutting through the air like a soft command. Itâs casual, playful even, but it does nothing to stop the heat that floods your face.
You swallow hard, praying the blush on your cheeks isnât visible. This is not the moment. Not the perfect moment to have him distract you. Your pulse picks up at the sound of his voice again, and you can almost feel his gaze on you. You donât look back, but you know heâs probably waiting for a response.
âY/N?â Chan says softly, his voice pulling you out of your mental spiral. âAre you okay?â
You quickly look away, feeling that familiar heat creeping up your neck. âIâm fine,â you mutter to yourself. âIâm fine.â
Your stomach flips as an idea strikes youâfake sick. Youâve done it before, and itâs a perfect way to buy yourself some time away from Vernon, maybe even the entire day.
Just get through this, and then you can run away forever.
Your body starts to tremble slightly as you put a hand to your forehead, doing your best to sound miserable. âUgh, I donât feel so good...â
Chan immediately rushes to your side, concern flashing across his face, and you can hear Seungkwan's snort of disbelief. Vernon looks at you with a furrowed brow, clearly not buying it. But heâs too polite to say anything. âYou sure? You look kinda green.â
Thatâs your cue. You make a dramatic move, leaning over the lab counter, your hands gripping it as if you're about to collapse. Your stomach gives another exaggerated roll as you close your eyes. âI think Iâm gonna be sick,â you say in a voice thatâs so over the top, it sounds like it came straight out of a soap opera.
You expect Vernon to panic, maybe grab your arm to steady you, but instead, he just stares at you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. âReally?â he asks slowly, clearly unconvinced. "Or is it that you want to run away again?"
Oh my god. You freeze, horrified that Vernon might actually be onto you. You try to hide your terror behind your palm, rubbing your eyes like youâre just too tired to keep up the act. âNo! No... Iâm definitely sick,â you say with a cough for added effect.
But Vernon isnât having it. He places his hands on his hips, shaking his head with a small chuckle. âYouâre not even trying to hide it. Just admit youâre avoiding me. Whatâs the deal?â
You panic, fully aware that your ridiculous performance isnât going to fool him for long. You grab your bag off the back of the chair with a look of pure desperation. âNo, no! I justâuh, I need to go to the bathroom! Iâll be right back, promise!â
Before Chan can protest, you push past him, stumbling out of the lab with as much speed as your shaking legs can muster. You burst out into the hallway, nearly running into a group of students on their way to their next class. Too close. You force your breathing to steady as you walk briskly, acting like you havenât just staged the most obvious escape ever.
You round the corner, ducking into the nearest restroom. You push open the door, locking it behind you, leaning against the cool tile wall as you try to gather yourself. What is wrong with you?
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Seungkwan, of course.
Boo đ: i was joking when i said u should get the plague idiot
Boo đ: ur the worst actor iâve ever seen
Y/N: i had to ok
Y/N: this is a nightmare.
Your phone buzzes again almost immediately.Â
Boo đ: ur so obvious itâs kinda gross
Boo đ: chanâs gonna fail this lab for u. also. U NEED TO TALK TO VERNON AT SOME POINT
Y/N: not today!
Itâs Friday night. One week since that confession. And honestly? All you want right now is a shot of shitty tequila, a cheap beer, and some damn good music to drown out the past seven days. Youâre tired of thinking about it. Youâre tired of pretending like last weekend never happened.
The second you and Seungkwan step through the door of Mingyuâs house, you're hit with a wave of noise. Itâs too loud, the bass too heavy, but somehow, thatâs exactly what you need. The house is packed, the kind of party that screams âletâs fuck up everything in the best way possible.â You spot Mingyu behind the kitchen counter, already wearing that signature smirk of his, mixing drinks for whoeverâs brave enough to stand in line. But thenâof courseâyour night has to take a turn.
Vernon.
Heâs sprawled out on the couch, head bopping to some random SoundCloud rap, looking way too at ease in his flannel and backwards cap. Fucking perfect. You mentally groan. Youâd hoped for at least a few hours of peace tonight, but apparently, thatâs not in the cards.
Seungkwan nudges you, elbow digging into your side. âWell, well, well,â he says with that knowing grin. âGuess your worst nightmare is here.â
You shove him back, rolling your eyes. âDonât make it worse.â
âToo late,â Seungkwan chirps. âNow, letâs get some tequila in your system.â
You head straight for the kitchen, not bothering with small talk. The music is too loud, the room too warm, and your head is already swimming with the thought of one thing: tequila. You pull the bottle off the shelf with the same speed as if itâs your lifeline, and without hesitation, you pour yourself a generous shot. No chaser. Just straight into your system.
Seungkwan eyes you carefully from the counter. âCareful,â he singsongs in your ear, his voice dripping with teasing. âThatâs what got you into this mess in the first place.â
You shoot him a sideways glance, the corners of your lips twitching upward. âShut up,â you mutter, then down the tequila like itâs water. The burn sears down your throat, and the warmth spreads through your chest almost immediately.
You reach for another shot whenâjust your fucking luckâVernon walks into the kitchen. His eyes land on you instantly, like he knew exactly where to find you. You want to swallow him wholeâno, just pretend he's not even hereâ but you know thatâs not going to happen.
âWow, look whoâs getting to the good stuff early,â Vernon says, voice as smooth as ever. His gaze flicks down to your hand around the bottle, and then right back up to your face, and something in his eyes makes you want to melt into a puddle on the floor.
Seungkwan shoots you a sideways look, his smirk turning even more mischievous. With a dramatic sigh, he pushes himself off the counter, clearly done with this conversation already. âAlright, well, have fun with that,â he says in a sing-songy voice, clearly aware of how uncomfortable this is getting. Then, he makes his exit, blowing you a mocking kiss from the doorway before disappearing into the living room.
You roll your eyes at his back, shooting him a silent curse with your eyes, but the moment Vernon steps forward, all that annoyance evaporates into something else entirely. Your focus is back on him, and that damn smirk on his face.
âDidnât know tequila was your thing,â Vernon says casually, leaning against the counter next to you. You move to pour another shot, but Vernon steps closer, cornering you against the counter with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. The proximity is almost suffocating, and you feel your pulse spike in your neck, your heart pounding. You try not to make eye contact, your gaze fixed firmly on the bottle in your hand, as if it could somehow shield you from him.
Vernonâs smirk widens, and he leans in slightly. âYâknow, you need to look at me to make conversation,â he says, voice low and teasing.
Before you can even process whatâs happening, his hand slides under your jaw, his fingers gently but firmly lifting your chin until you have no choice but to meet his eyes.
Your breath hitches in your throat, and for a second, you forget to breathe. His eyes are almost burning into you, and you canât look awayânot that you want to.
For a second, you forget about everything. Your entire focus narrows to the guy standing in front of you, the guy whoâs been fucking with your head for over a week now. You try to focus, try to snap yourself out of it, but damnâhe looks good. Too good. That stupid backwards cap, the flannel shirt thatâs just loose enough, the way his jawline sharpens under the dim kitchen light. You swallow, trying to keep your cool, but fuck, heâs too close. Too damn close. You want to push him away, but the closeness has your body freezing, every nerve on edge.
Itâs the same feeling you had last week. And itâs happening again.
Fuck. No. This is not how itâs supposed to go.
Your mind races, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this. Thenâlike a miracleâMingyu strolls by, not even realizing the chaos youâre trying to keep under control. You latch onto him like a lifeline.
âMingyu! HI!â you shout, ducking under Vernonâs arm and making a beeline for him. You grip his arm with a little too much force, probably dragging him away from whatever conversation he was having with someone else. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, but you donât even give him a chance to ask why youâre acting like a madman.
âLong time no see! Letâs catch up!â you practically drag him out of the kitchen before Vernon can say anything, and Mingyu shoots a glance over his shoulder at you. He looks confused, but soon the music envelops you, and he happily throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you onto the dance floor.
The music is a blur of bass and off-key notes, but the tequila in your system helps dull everything, smooths out the jagged edges of your thoughts. Mingyu is practically yelling in your ear, his voice way too loud for the volume of the song, but you canât help but laugh at his unrelenting enthusiasm. Heâs screaming the lyrics to some cheesy pop songâsomething from five years ago that you canât even remember the name ofâbut heâs grinning, and you canât help but mirror his energy. For a moment, the heat of the room and the chaos of the party become distant, fading into the background, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you forget about Vernon. You forget about everything.
Mingyu pulls you into a ridiculous spin, and you laugh, the sound lost in the music. His arm tightens around your shoulders as he twirls you back into his chest, but just as you feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Itâs Seungkwan.
You swipe the screen without thinking, still caught in the whirl of the dance floor.
Boo đ: Â heâs staring at you
Your heart drops.
You freeze mid-spin, suddenly feeling too warm, too exposed, like youâre still back in that kitchen, caught between the tequila, the tension, and the pull of Vernonâs eyes. The phone screen flickers in your hand, but you donât even need to read the message again to know what it means. You know Seungkwanâs been watching the two of you dance around each other, and you know who he is. Vernonâs watching you. Heâs staring.
You glance over your shoulder instinctively, and thereâacross the room, leaning against the doorframeâis Vernon. That tantalizing smirk is still in place, like itâs carved into his face. His eyes are on you, not even trying to hide it, and that stupid look on his face says everything. The way he watches you makes your skin tingle, and the realization hits you harder than the tequila burn in your stomach.
âYo, you good?â Mingyuâs voice cuts through the noise, pulling you back to the present. You swallow hard, still trying to shake the feeling of Vernonâs gaze on you. You force a smile and nod, but all you can think about is the way Vernon is watching you.
âMingyu,â you murmur, grabbing his wrist, âI think I need a drink. Iâll be right back.â
Before he can protest, you make a beeline for the kitchen again, your feet moving quicker than you can process. You need space. You need air. The heat of the dance floor still clings to your skin, but itâs nothing compared to the suffocating feeling thatâs starting to build in your chest. The tequila's starting to wear off, but your nerves are still shot, and you canât get rid of the image of Vernon leaning against the doorframe, eyes fixed on you like heâs just waiting for you to make a move.
The kitchenâs quieter, the music a distant hum, and youâre almost grateful for the space, the absence of people. You grab the tequila bottle again, not caring if anyoneâs watching. You pour yourself another shot, but before you can even bring it to your lips, you hear footsteps approaching. You donât need to look up to know who it is.
âI think we should talk,â Vernonâs voice sounds closer than you expect. You try not to flinch, but you canât stop yourself from stiffening. You move to step away, but then his hand is on the counter next to you, trapping you in place. You donât want to look at him, not after everything thatâs happened.
âIâm serious,â he adds, tone shifting just slightly. Thereâs a quiet edge to his voice, a softness youâve never heard before, but it only makes you hesitate more.
You finally raise your gaze, and for the first time tonight, you meet his eyes. His smirk is still there, but thereâs something else tooâsomething you canât quite place.
âI donât want to talk to you right now,â you say, your voice lower than you intended.
Vernonâs eyes flicker for a moment, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face, but the momentâs gone too quickly. He chuckles lightly, not mocking, but with a sense of finality.
âFair enough.â He straightens up, taking a step back, giving you a little more space, but still standing there. âBut just so you knowâŚâ His voice softens again, the teasing replaced with something a little too sincere for your comfort. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Fuck. Thatâs it. You canât be here anymore.
You spin on your heel, heading straight for Seungkwan, whoâs been knee-deep in a Mario Kart championship with Soonyoung and Seokmin. The game is so intense that Seungkwan barely notices you storming up to him, too busy yelling at the screen as he tries to secure his victory.
âTime to go,â you say, your voice sharp enough that even Seungkwan canât ignore it.
He looks up from his game, a little confused. âWhat? We just GOT HERE!â
âTIME TO GO, SEUNGKWAN,â you hiss, a little louder this time, unable to mask the frustration thatâs bubbling up in your chest.
Seungkwan groans, annoyed that his Mario Kart dominance is being interrupted, but he stands up anyway, muttering something about the injustice of it all.
But then, like a fucking curse, Vernon appears in front of you, stepping into your path just as you try to make your exit. His presence feels almost too heavy in the moment, his gaze unrelenting as his lips curl into that same familiar smirk.
âLeaving so early?â he asks, voice laced with amusement, and his eyes lock on yours, steady and impossible to ignore. It makes your stomach flip, and you feel that heat in your cheeks you canât seem to get rid of.
You avoid his gaze, turning your face just enough to escape the intensity of it. âOh yeah, early morning,â you mumble, desperate to get out of there. âLots of stuff to do, classes and allâŚâ
Vernon tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening as if he can see right through your bullshit. âTomorrowâs Saturday,â he says, voice matter-of-fact, as if calling out your feeble excuse is somehow amusing to him.
Shit.
You try to force a smile through it, but it feels like itâs made of plastic, fake and thin. You avoid his gaze like itâs radioactive. âYeah, uh⌠just, you knowâokay, bye!â You nearly shove Seungkwan out the door before Vernon can say another word.
The second the door slams shut behind you, Seungkwan bursts out laughing, his voice loud in the quiet of the carpark.
âYouâre such a mess,â he cackles, still trying to catch his breath. âDid you seriously try to pull the early morning classes excuse? Like, no one knows tomorrowâs Saturday?â
You shoot him a middle finger, too tired to even care. âShut up, Seungkwan. Just drive.â
He laughs harder, but at least he doesnât push it further. Seungkwanâs car engine roars to life, and as he drives off, the weight of the night slowly lifts from your shoulders. But in the back of your mind, you can still feel Vernonâs eyes on you, like they never really left.
Dinner a week later is nothing fancyâjust some ramen you scrounged up after dragging yourself through another shit show of a week. The kitchen, warm and dimly lit by the overhead light, feels like a small refuge, and for a second, youâre fine with being here. The steam rising from your bowl swirls in the air, and you twirl the noodles absentmindedly, trying to ignore the weight of everything slowly settling over you.
Seungkwanâs sitting across from you, casually slurping his ramen, but thereâs something in the way his eyes flicker up, a strange glint in them, that makes you pause. The silence stretches for a moment, the kind that feels like itâs waiting for something, and then, as if he canât hold it in any longer, he drops the bomb.
âVernonâs coming over later.â
You freeze, a piece of noodle hanging from your chopsticks, your eyes wide. âWHAT?â You nearly choke on the noodles, the shock making you forget to swallow. âWhy the hell is he coming over? Are youâseriously?â
Seungkwan raises an eyebrow, lips curling into a grin that doesnât match his feigned innocence. âJust to study,â he says, shrugging like itâs the most casual thing in the world. âOur lab midterm is in a couple of days, and we canât figure out the damn ratios for the prelab.â
Your mind stutters, trying to catch up with what heâs saying. Vernon, your uncomfortably charming classmate, is coming here. Of course he is. âSeungkwan, you know Iââ You stop, frustrated, searching for words that arenât quite coming. This is your house, your space, and youâre already struggling with the thought of being alone with him. The awkward tension from the last few days suddenly feels so much heavier now.
Seungkwan, not missing a beat, looks over at you with a teasing grin. âHavenât you run away enough? Itâs been, like, almost two weeks.â Heâs got that smirk on his face again, the one that says he knows exactly what heâs doing, pushing all the right buttons to get you riled up.
You glare at him, trying to muster some kind of defense, but your words come out quieter than you expect. âIâm not running away,â you snap, though itâs weak. Itâs been two weeks of exactly that. âIâm justâbusy. You know, college stuff.â
Seungkwan raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, and you feel your resolve crumble under his knowing look. âYeah, sure. College stuff. Thatâs totally why youâve been dodging Vernon for the past week. Canât blame you thoughâguyâs got a way of making things... uncomfortable.â He chuckles at his own joke, but thereâs an edge of teasing that cuts too close to the truth.
You groan, rubbing your face in frustration. âStop making this worse.â
âHey, Iâm just saying,â Seungkwan shrugs, his grin widening. âHavenât you thought about actually talking to him? Itâs not like youâve got that much time before he shows up.â
âDonât remind me,â you mutter, then, more to yourself, âI didnât plan this. He didnât plan this. This is... This is all justââ You stop yourself, shaking your head, your words trailing off.
Seungkwan chuckles again, but this time, itâs softer, almost like heâs giving you space to breathe. âLook, Iâm just saying, maybe stop running away for once. Youâll figure it out.â He slaps you lightly on the back, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
But before you can even gather your thoughts, Seungkwanâs phone rings. He picks it up immediately, urgency lacing his voice, and youâre taken off guard.
âSeokmin?â He pauses, listening. âWhat? Is the fish⌠what? It canât breathe??â He gasps, standing up quickly. âIâll be right there, man, I swear! Iâm coming now!â
He hangs up, looking at you, his face twisting into exaggerated concern. âEmergency. Seokminâs fish is dying.â
You blink, disbelief painted on your face. âYouâre fucking joking. Youâre actually leaving me with Vernon? Alone?â
âYup!â Seungkwan says, already halfway to the door. âYouâre on your own, Y/N! Donât burn the place down!â His laugh echoes as he bolts out, leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring after him in utter disbelief.
Great. Just great.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Your stomach does a flip, nerves bubbling in your chest. You almost consider pretending youâre not home, hiding in your bedroom until Vernon leaves. But thatâs childish, and you canât avoid this forever. With a sigh, you pull yourself to the door and open it, finding Vernon standing there, looking annoyingly comfortable with that goddamn grin on his face.
âHi,â he says, voice teasing but warm. âSo, Seungkwan tells me weâre doing some studying?â
You step aside to let him in. The last thing you want is to be rude, but the silence that follows as you both walk to the kitchen feels suffocating. You can practically feel the tension hanging in the air, thick with all the things youâve been avoiding. His presence lingers, like itâs always been there, and yet itâs different now.
Vernon leans against the counter casually, and you busy yourself with rearranging things on the counter, anything to avoid looking at him. You can feel his eyes on you, but you canât make yourself meet them. Every time you think about what happened, your heart races, and the words you said to him feel like a blur. But theyâre always there, hovering on the edge of your thoughts.
Finally, Vernon breaks the silence, his voice softer than before. âYouâve been avoiding me.â
You freeze. The air in the room seems to tighten, and his words land with the weight of a trap you didnât see coming.
âWhat?â You try to laugh it off, but the sound comes out rough, more strained than you intended. âPshhhh nooooo.â
âYou have.â Vernon pushes off the counter, stepping closer to you. His movements are deliberate, but thereâs a softness in them as he closes the space. His eyes remain locked on yours, steady and searching, like heâs waiting for you to crack, to finally admit something. You canât look away, your breath shallow, the pulse at your neck pounding hard. âAnd you canât even look me in the eye. Did I do something wrong?â
His voice is gentle, almost too gentle, and it makes your chest tighten. You shift uncomfortably, your arms folding across your body, a silent defense against the intensity of his gaze. The room feels smaller now, every inch of space filled with the heat between you. You feel trapped, your heart hammering in your chest, yet there's nowhere you'd rather beâand that's the problem.
âNo, Vern, I justââ You stop, sucking in a breath, trying to steady yourself. âI said something I didnât mean the other night.â
Vernonâs eyes narrow, a flicker of something in themârecognition, maybe? The way his lips part slightly, a mix of confusion and understanding. âYou didnât mean it?â
The words hit like a physical blow, and your stomach twists. You want to take them back, but instead, you find yourself retreating into yourself, avoiding his gaze. âIâwhat?â
âDid you mean it?â Vernon presses, and you swear you can feel his gaze like a weight on your skin. Heâs not backing off, not letting this go.
Youâre caught. You open your mouth, but no words come out, and the silence between you feels like itâs suffocating. You feel the heat rising to your face, your hands trembling by your sides.
âMean what?â you finally manage, voice quieter than youâd like.
He steps even closer now, his body inches from yours, and his gaze doesnât falter. His lips barely part as he speaks, the words lingering in the air between you. âDonât play dumb with me, Y/N. You told me you loved me.â
The room spins, the ground beneath you feeling unsteady. You blink, your chest tightening as the memory of that night rushes back, sharp and overwhelming. Your hands move restlessly, clutching at the counter as if itâll keep you from falling.
âBut I was drunkââ You stumble over the words, desperate to explain, but his gaze doesnât waver. His eyes are steady, unwavering, and you canât escape them.
âDrunk words are sober thoughts,â Vernon says softly, his voice firm, but thereâs no anger in itâonly a certainty that rattles you.
âI just didnât mean to put you on the spotââ You try again, but this time, he stops you, his tone more reassuring than you expect.
âYou didnât,â he says quietly, his hand reaching out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face in a surprisingly tender gesture. âYou didnât put me on the spot.â
âOkay?â you ask, your voice uncertain. You canât tell if youâve just misunderstood everything or if this moment has shifted entirely. You blink at him, still trying to catch up.
Vernon smiles then, a soft, almost affectionate smile, and the air between you shifts. The tension eases just a little, but itâs still thick, like somethingâs hanging in the balance. âYou donât remember, do you?â
âNoâŚâ you whisper, the words coming out almost too quietly, but Vernon just laughs.
âI said I loved you too, idiot.â
You freeze. The words crash into your chest, and you feel the ground tilt beneath you again. This time, itâs harder to recover from. âYouâyou WHAT?â
Vernon chuckles, his grin widening, and this time, itâs teasing, almost mischievous. âCome on,â he says, stepping closer. His chest is almost brushing yours now. âI love you too. Can you stop running away now?â
âI WASNâT!â you protest, but the words fall flat, not convincing even yourself. Your body is tense, but his proximity makes your heart race in a way you donât quite understand.
âYou were,â Vernon says, his smirk softening just enough to catch you off guard. You feel your knees go weak at the way his gaze softens, like heâs pulling you into something youâre not sure youâre ready for. âBut it was kinda cute, yâknow?â
Before you can even think of a response, he's right there, too closeâlike, uncomfortably close. His presence feels like itâs swallowing up all the space between you, and suddenly, youâre backed up against the counter, like heâs somehow managed to get you cornered without even trying. Itâs all too familiar, too much like that night at the party. You canât help but stiffen, but itâs not bad, just... intense.
You can feel the heat radiating off him now, like itâs pulling you in, and the way heâs leaning in just enough that you canât help but tilt your head to meet his eyesâyour heart starts hammering in your chest. Too close. Way too close. Your body wants to take a step back, but you donât, mostly because youâre pretty sure youâre not even sure where to go from here.
And he knows it. You can see it in the way heâs standing, like he's completely unbothered, like itâs no big deal that heâs got you backed up into a corner. Your shoulders feel tense, but your feet just stay planted where they are, like theyâve been glued to the floor. His gaze locks with yours, and you can feel that pull, that thing that makes it hard to breatheâlike your chest is getting tight and youâre not sure if you want to run or stay.
Thereâs this low buzz in the air between you two, and you donât know how much of it is him or how much is just your heart freaking out. His breath is right there, close enough that youâre aware of the way it catches every time you look at him. And you canât even tell if youâre annoyed at how close heâs gotten or if your mind is too distracted by how nice it feels to have him this near.
Youâre trapped, but youâre not sure if you mind it. Itâs like your chest is about to burst from the tension, or maybe itâs going to stop completely. Either way, you're not entirely sure which one you're hoping for.
âNo more running,â he murmurs, his voice low, steady, eyes never leaving yours. Thereâs no doubt in his tone, no hesitation, like heâs already made up his mind. The space between you two feels charged now, the air thick with the unspoken.
âNo more running,â you echo, the words slipping out before you can stop them, and for the first time, they feel right. Youâre not sure why, but you believe it.
And then, Vernon leans in, his lips brushing against yours.
The kiss is slow, soft at first, like heâs giving you space to catch up. His lips are warm and a little sweet, tasting faintly of mint from the gum heâs been chewing earlier. You inhale through your nose, catching the subtle scent of his cologneâfresh, with a hint of wood and citrusâthat wraps around you like itâs always been there, like itâs familiar. Every part of him seems to make the world outside feel distant, unimportant. The tension, the uncertainty, the past few daysâthey donât matter anymore.Â
The pressure of his lips increases, more certain now, and the warmth of his mouth sends a flutter through you. You lean in, responding, your hand instinctively finding the chain around his neck, pulling him closer, as if you canât quite get enough of him. Itâs slow, deliberate, like he wants to savor it just as much as you do. For the first time in days, everything feels like itâs in its right place.
When he pulls back, itâs just enough to speak, his lips still lingering on yours. âYâknow,â he says with a playful grin, âWe couldâve been doing this two weeks ago if you werenât so emotionally constipated.â
You laugh, breathless, pulling him closer by his chain. The heat creeping up your neck is almost unbearable. âShut up,â you protest, half-smiling. âYou canât blame a girl for what she says when sheâs drunk.â
âI wonât,â he agrees with a smirk, kissing you again, this time a little more urgently. âBut I canât make any promises about Seungkwan.â
From the hallway, you hear Seungkwanâs unmistakable voice, a triumphant cheer echoing from the door.
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Making You Cry [JJK Men]
Request: How would Gojo, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna react if they make their lover cry? Maybe they say something super mean to them during an argument (you don't have to write what they say, just how they react to seeing her cry because of them)
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji and Sukuna
ââ Gojo freezes as soon as that tear falls from your eye. God no, what has he done? He shuffles closer to you immediately, hands reaching to cup your face, his thumbs wiping the tears that roll down your cheeks.
"sssh, I'm so sorry, baby.." he says softly, brushing strands of your hair away from your face. "Please don't cry."
"Meanie," you sniffle as he hugs you, pulling you to his chest. He kisses the top of your head before letting out a soft chuckle.
"I know, so sorry, sweetheart."
ââ The last thing Geto wanted was to see you cry. He hated how the tears spilled past your eyes, how the poorly muffled sobs escapes your lips. He hated it with every fibre of his being.
"I..." he's unable to speak, fists clenching in anger. He's angry at himself. He was supposed to make you happy, not upset.
His hands grasp your face, thumbs wiping off your tears.
"S-Suguru..." the pained tone of your voice makes his gut wrench. How could he even do this to you?
"I'm sorry, my love." He pulls you into a gentle embrace, large hand supporting the back of your head as he comforts you. "Don't cry...I'm sorry."
ââ Had Nanami known his words would've caused you to cry, he would've done everything in his power to refrain himself from saying so. Now you're in pain. And it's because of him. He can't bear it.
"Please don't cry, love," he mumbles, guilt tugging at his heart. He sighs, taking your hands in his. "Please..."
"K-Kento.." he swears your trembling voice breaks his heart into two. He pulls you into a warm embrace, shushing you softly.
"So sorry, darling. I'm so sorry."
ââ Your crying would not follow and immediate apology from Toji. He's bad at apologising, but the sight of your tears, and the fact that his words were the reason for it, ate him up inside. He sighs, sitting you on his lap, brushing your tears away.
"Look at me, baby."
His expression softens as he sees your puffy eyes, eyes and ears red from crying. How could he possibly live with the fact knowing that he's the reason for it?
"I'm sorry," he grumbles, a hint of guilt evident in his tone. Pulling you closer to his chest, he holds you for a while to help ease you up. He'll never hurt you again.
ââ You must be an idiot if you believe Sukuna, the king of curses, would ever apologise. Sukuna's pride is much greater than his guilt- that is, if he felt any. He would never say sorry.
However, his apology lies in his actions. That night, he climbs into your bed and shuffles close to you as you sleep, studying your face. Then, he kisses your reddened nose (thanks to all the crying) and pulls you closer to him.
"Brat," he mutters to himself. But he never wants to see his brat cry again.
That's it. That's his apology. If you ever speak of how you ended up in his arms the next morning- he'll kill you.
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