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simplyzeeka · 7 months ago

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Note: This is my first fanfic ever. With the way I've been earing these Terry Richmond fanfics up? This was bound to happen!

Warnings: MDNI!! Ts is nasty, Terry is nasty. Slighttt humiliation, slighttt choking, oral (f recieving), p in v... and just Terry Richmond y'all

Pairing: Doppleganger!Terry x black fem character (Drea)

Summary: With the rising population of doppleganger attacks in Yohnville, Drea is a little past worried when her boyfriend Terry doesn't make it home on time.

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Doppled Distractions

“There have been three more reported deaths tonight, the cause seemingly being caused by the increasing population of doppelgangers in the town. Investigators and officers urge civilians to stay indoors and ensure all possible entrances are barricaded. The town's mayor is said to address this issue tomorrow morning.”

Drea shut the TV off, having heard enough that it caused exaggerated ringing in her ear. Her leg bounced up and down, her head in her hands while constantly looking towards the door.

Terry forgot his key before leaving for work, and while Drea usually does leave the door unlocked, however, there is a growing discomfort in doing that today especially after watching the news report. She was also worried about her boyfriend, the time was going on 11pm and he still wasn't back. Terry was never late.

“Where the hell are you, Terry?” She whispers to herself, her attention darting between the clock above the TV and the door. Contemplating on whether she should leave the door unlocked for him.

She's startled out of her thoughts by a pitched sound coming from her phone, one that has her running to find it, in hopes that it was Terry texting her, telling her he was on the way, that he was safe. Only to be disappointed to see it was a dumb Instagram notification. Who the fuck would be posting at this damn time, was unbeknownst to her, but she didn't do the honors to check, to frustrated at the situation in hand.

Drea opts for leaving the door unlocked, then retreats to their room where she got into bed and prayed that he would come back to her, in one piece.

The silent ‘click’ of the door was unheard by Drea as she was in deep slumber. Slow steps creak on the loose planks Terry had said he would fix but always forgot about.

With long legs, it didn't take long for him to reach the bedroom, the whirring of the ceiling fan drowned out Drea's soft snores. It was summertime in Yohnville, and the heat was so unbearable that cool night breezes did nothing to ease it.

Drea had long kicked the covers off of her, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs, arms and chest. A loose, lilac coloured silk nightgown was now bunched up around her waist as she layed on her stomach. Head covered in a bonnet since she got her braids done recently, Terry always loved her in braids.

She stirs at the feel of cold hands gliding up her legs followed by a dip of the bed. “Baby.” a gruff voice eases her out of her deep slumber although everything else was still a bit jumbled. He was back, and in one piece.

“T? That you?” She asked, although she already knew it was, could tell by how good he always smelled, like old wood and a hint of something sweet. Drea would often tell him that he smells like obsession.

“Yeah, sorry for coming back so late. There was a problem at the workshop.” He roughly responds, sounding exhausted almost. Drea sighs when the cold tip of his nose runs along her shoulder, to the length of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating fresh scent Drea naturally had.

“You could've texted me, or atleast called, T.” Drea sleepily complains, still a little out of it and his presence always left her a little dizzy, that scent.

“Hmm, I'm sure he's sorry baby.” Terry mumbles in the shell of her ear. The statement had Drea frowning, before she flips on her side and faces him. Gorgeous eyes, the prettiest she's ever seen. Fresh fade, neatly trimmed goatee and plump, thick lips. Definitely her Terry. “Huh?” She whispers for him to repeat, she must've still been sleepy.

“I said I'm very sorry mama.” He smiles, before pressing a soft peck on her lips. Drea hums at the contact and chases his lips when he pulls away, which has him chuckling. “Mhm, had me worried. You watch the news?” Drea smiles as she glides her fingers across his thick eyebrows. Damn he was so pretty, fine, handsome. All the words in the book.

“Don't worry ‘bout that, I'm here now.” Terry responds before softly flipping her on her back, hands running up the skin of her waist, raising her nightgown higher, to where it now ruffled around her chest.

Flimsy lace panties she had on, barely leaving much to the imagination, a wet patch right in the middle of them that the darkness of the room couldn't even hide. Terry always had her like that, looking at him was enough to have her wet and wanting.

“And I'm hungry as fuck, mama.” He adds, his fingers dancing under the bands of the thin material. Slowly, he pulls the garment down her thighs, his eyes trailing up the length of her body until they reach her eyes.

“You gon’ feed me baby?” He asks, taunting really as he tilts his head. Her panties now settled at her ankles. Drea pulls a foot out of one loop, her throat dry and her eyes hazed. “Only if you got the appetite.” She doesn't back down, because one thing Terry loved the most, is when she went band for band with him.

The laugh he lets out is an amused one. “Always got the appetite.” He mumbles before laying on his stomach and throwing her legs over his shoulders. He held her thighs to the side of his face, blowing on her sensitive bud as one would to a hot plate of food.

It was how he left soft pecks around her fluttering lips, purposefully missing the spots she wanted him most. Drea leans on her elbows so she could watch him, her head shaking at his teasing. “Don't play that today.” She orders softly, because why would you ask for food then play around it, he had better manners than that… Well Terry did at least.

He laughs, looks straight at Drea when he licks one, long stripe from her leaking hole to her now engorged clit. Drea shudders, the heat of his tongue being a large contract to the wind from the fan. She cages her bottom lip between her teeth, eye contact maintained as her hand brushes over his fade. “Mhm, keep goin’.” She urges softly, and by the look on her face, why wouldn't he be happy to oblige.

He ate her slowly at first, drawing out the softest of whimpers and the most enticing of moans. Slurping up the essence she so kindly lifted him. Drea tries to bury his face deeper into her pussy, but he smacks away her hand and hums in refusal. “You take what you get.” He mutters before diving right in.

And take she did, take she had no choice but to do, especially when he had her stomach laid on a pillow, legs bent and parted as he takes all that he needs.

“Shiiitt, I'm- fuckk I'm gonna cum.” Drea mewls as he drills into her relentlessly. Her jaw falls slack, the way his dick dug out her pussy had her eyes crossing in need. Something was different, yes sex with Terry always left her dumb, but something about the way he was fucking her now was carnal. He was fucking like he hated her, but the way he talked her through it? Yeah, something was definitely different.

“Yeah? All on this dick mama? What you waitin’ on, hmm? Let it go, just like that, cum on your dick.” He coaches her into it, commanding her nut out of her as he skillfully strokes into her, hands on her hips, forcing her to stay still because he didn't want her running, just wanted her to take.

Drea claws at the sheets in front of her, threatening to pull them completely off from the corners. “Oouu fuck! Right there, fuck you so deep, T.”

He kept jabbing at this new spot, one she didn't even know she had. Everything felt different, yet so good because Drea has never felt dick like this.

“Mhm, right where I'm ‘sposed to me. Gripping my shit so good, you were made for me, weren't you? Just for me, look at you. Pretty baby.”

Because how was Drea supposed to keep breathing when he spoke like that? She was already crazy enough about Terry, but after this? This will have her world fucked about him.

“Breathe mama, breathe through it. Can't be that dick dumb, baby. Tighten up.” He moans too. He's never been this… condescending, but fuck if it didn't make Drea cream all around him, that sentence sent her over the edge, “Fuckkk, I'm cummin’.”

He fucks her through it, had no choice but to with the way Drea gripped his dick. “Flip over, I wanna see your face.” He orders, slipping out of her. His mouth watering at the sight of her own nut dripping out of her.

Drea follows the order, flipping over her back, her head thrown back in exhaustion. He holds her legs up, pushing them to her chest and sliding his dick right back into her. “Oouu shittt, wait wait wait.” Drea whines as she places her hand on his stomach to deter his movements.

Was he thicker? Longer? Because fuck it felt like he was impaling her, his dick had her stuffed. The stretch felt so much more intense than usual, his dick was carving her pussy to fit him specifically, Drea was sure no one would compare to this.

“Move your hand and hold your legs.” He orders lowly, trying to get used to the tightness of her walls himself. Drea sucked his dick in as he slowly adjusted. She followed his order, as usual and held the back of her thighs while his hand sneaks to her neck, wrapping around before making her fuck him back.

“You feel me baby?” He asks while looking down at her. “Yess, yes I do baby.” She couldn't help but to moan out loudly, he rubbed past her spot so deliciously that giving him pussy wasn't nearly enough for gratitude. “Where you feel me at baby? Right here?” He taunts, his thumb pressing down on her stomach with every thrust and that had her instantly creaming.

Unable to speak, she nods her head as her eyes cross over. “Stop playin’ and use your words.”

Drea looks up at him with furrowed brows, his eyes looked so damn good. She loved his eyes, such a pretty colour. Still she shakes her head, he was balls deep inside her, taking her soul with every thrust and he expected her to be able to speak?

“You don't listen D. But it's okay baby, don't worry. We gon’ get you right.” He says before picking up the pace gaze stuck on hers. He moves his hand from her neck and holds her hips instead, bringing her onto his dick.

Drea closes her eyes and lets her head fall back onto the messy sheets. “Fuckkk. Oh my fuckin’- ung.” She gasps between short breaths.

By now there were tears falling down the side of her face. “That's right, look at how you gushin’. She love me, don't she?” His thumb grazes her clit before intentionally rubbing figure eights of the swollen bud. Drea nods and whispers out the softest of ‘yeses’ her throat allowed her to. “I know she do, baby. I know.” He coos at her with furrowed brows.

Drea's pussy was magical, would have anyone crazy about her just from the sight alone. Right now, he had to hold off from coming so many times, because her faces were worth it, the sounds she made. All of it was worth watching.

He slows down for a moment, tucks his arms under her legs and holds her waist tightly before pulling her up to his chest. The squeal she let out from the sudden movement had him laughing.

The pace starts up again and he musters all the strength he has to bounce her on his dick in a steady pace. With her bonnet long gone on the floor, Drea throws her head back, her hands around his neck.

“Fuck fuck fuckkk, I can't.” She shakes her head. Terry nods his head, his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at her. “Yes you can mama, you doin’ so good. Takin’ this dick like a big girl. I see you big girl.” He praises, “Look at me baby, hmm. Please look at me.”

And she obliged, again, because he was fucking her so good, so so good that it's bloomed something more in her heart. Not only did his dick impale itself in her pussy but also in her soul. He was there for life now.

“There she is, pretty baby. You gon’ cum with me? Cum with your dick mama. I'm bout to nut, fill you with this shit. Cause it's yours, you hear me?”

Drea nods, “Fuckk, I hear you T, I hear youuu.”

“Fuckk, I'm close. Gon’ head and let it go baby. There you go. Good fucking pussy.” He says as he feels her wet him up, and he follows right after.

Painting her walls white as she squirts on his lap. Terry fucks his nut into her, engraving it in her pussy, because that's precisely where it belonged. “Good girl, you did so good. Easy baby.”

Drea had her head on his shoulder. Fucked out and tired. Her braids curtain her face as she tries to catch her breath. “You had a bad day at work or something?” She asks quietly with a laugh.

Terry laughs and shakes his head. “Somethin’ like that.” He responds and Drea hums. Sighing softly as he settles her down on her back on the bed. They would have to change the sheets before going back to sleep.

“Should have more bad days, cause what the fuck?” She whispers, causing him to laugh as he walks towards the bathroom and comes back after a while. “C’mon, bath time.” He mumbles as he picks her up again. “Sir, yes Sir.” Drea sighs as she allows herself to be carried.

What a shame she didn't notice his ink free skin, cause maybe then Drea would have seen that her Terry didn't make it home tonight.

Note: Maybe I went a bit overboard. A little messy but this is my first time so... idk chile. A little something for spooky month, hope you enjoyed🎃🎃🎃

#terry richmond #terry richmond x oc #black!fem!oc #terry richmond fanfiction #terry richmond smut #rebel ridge #freak nasty #fine as fuck #his eyes

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msbigredmachine · 2 months ago

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Finding Angel: 2

A/N: Thank you all for a wonderful response to the first chapter. I appreciate it!

Here's chapter 2.

MASTERLIST

The diner is quiet, a stark contrast to the neon-lit chaos of Exotica. It’s one of Naima’s favorite spots, a place where she can escape and think. Roman holds the door open for her, his imposing presence drawing a few curious glances from the late-night patrons. They slide into a booth near the back, the worn leather seats creaking softly beneath them.

Naima orders coffee, while Roman opts for tea. The nondescript gesture makes her smile. Most men she knows wouldn’t touch tea, insisting on something stronger, more masculine. But Roman doesn’t seem to care about appearances. He is comfortable in his skin, and his confidence is magnetic.

They stay at the diner for hours, their conversation ebbing and flowing. Roman finds himself captivated by her high-pitched laugh, the way it lights up her entire face. He notices so much about her, maybe too much; the way her fingers tap rhythmically against the table when she’s thinking, the slight tilt of her head when she is listening intently, the sparkle in her eyes when she talks about the things she loves.

“So, what do you do for fun?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Naima's smile is soft and she doesn’t hesitate. “Well,” she begins, “I got a few. I model, I create content, but my absolute favorite is teaching dance classes a couple of times a week.”

Roman’s brow arches in surprise, his gaze shifting from his mug to her face. “Really?”

Naima nods, her smile widening at his interest. “Yeah. There's a local studio not too far away from here. That’s where I teach. Hip-hop, jazz, Afrobeats…pole,” she winks at him, making him laugh. “I’ve been doing it for a few years now, and I upload the videos on my YouTube and Instagram pages. It’s something I’m really passionate about. It’s my little escape from everything else.” She pauses, her voice softening. “It’s a lot of work but I love it. It’s my way of staying grounded.”

Roman’s expression softens even more. He hears the passion in her voice, sees the way her eyes light up, and it only makes him more curious. “That’s amazing. How did you get it started?”

Naima exhales, thinking back. “It started with private lessons, actually. I was helping a friend train for an audition, and word just kinda spread. More people started reaching out; dancers, performers, even people with no background in dance who just wanted to learn. At some point, I realized I had something real, something I could build on.”

Roman nods, taking it in. “So you went from that to having your own company?”

She smiles. “Pretty much. The studio space came later, but yeah. It wasn’t easy, though. I had to network, put myself out there, find the right people who believed in the vision. But I love it. Seeing people connect with movement, watching them gain confidence; it’s more than just dancing. It’s self-expression, release…therapy, in a way.”

Roman watches her, the admiration clear in his orbs. “That’s dope as hell,” he murmurs. “You built somethin’ legit, somethin’ meaningful.”

Naima shrugs, but there’s a quiet pride in her eyes. “Yeah…I did.”

Roman smiles, impressed. “Maybe you could show me a move or two sometime?”

Naima laughs. “I could, but you’d have to work really hard to keep up. I don’t teach any easy routines.”

He chuckles, leaning in slightly, teasing. “Well, I’m pretty competitive. You might be surprised.”

She shakes her head, still smiling, feeling a little more connected to him than before. His interest in something so personal to her stays on her mind. She didn’t expect to open up in such a casual way, but she’s glad she has.

“Sounds like you got a lot going on,” Roman goes on, admiring the way she seems to balance so much. “I respect that. You’re not just dancing…you’re putting something real into the world, something that matters. That takes dedication.”

Naima feels a warmth spread through her chest, and the quiet sincerity in his voice makes her heart flutter just a little. “Thanks, Roman,” she says, meeting his gaze. “I really appreciate you saying that.”

“Of course. What you’re doing is special, Naima.”

For a moment, she basks in the glow of his words, but then her smile turns slightly bittersweet. “I try. Gotta make do with it, after my plans for world domination got derailed,” she adds with a shrug.

Roman’s eyes narrow curiously. “What happened?”

Naima’s gaze shifts away, her lips pressing together briefly. Something unspoken lingers in the air between them, a flash of pain in her eyes. “Very long story. Trust me,” she says, her tone final but not unkind.

Roman doesn’t press further, sensing that the moment isn’t right. Instead, he nods, letting the silence between them settle. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says simply.

Naima huffs a quiet laugh, giving him a small, skeptical smile. Sure, okay. Maybe one day. Not that it really matters…she seriously doubts she’ll ever see him again after tonight.

“You’re a great dancer, though. I saw it tonight,” he points out, his deep voice carrying a note of conviction.

Naima feels her face flush. “I appreciate that.”

“For real. You just…don’t seem like you belong there,” he says quietly. “Not like the others.”

Naima tilts her head, watching him closely. “What makes you think that?” Her voice is calm—too calm. Like she already knows what he’s about to say.

Roman holds her stare, unwavering, like it’s been all night. “It’s the way you carry yourself. You’re not just performing for an audience. You have control. You know exactly who you are. And that’s rare in a place like the club.”

She considers his words for a moment before letting out a soft laugh, more thoughtful than amused. “Maybe you’re right,” she admits. “I’ve learned to navigate life by my own rules. That’s why I’m where I’m at, and not anywhere else.”

Roman continues to study her, his expression shifting just slightly. He doesn’t push, doesn’t pry, but something about her words settles deep. It’s the first real glimpse beyond the surface, beyond the walls they’re both still carefully holding up.

“You ever think about leavin’?” he asks, his voice low, barely a whisper.

Of course. The dreaded question. “Sometimes,” she offers, her tone tinged with uncertainty. “But it’s complicated.” There is a brief, yet heavy pause before she speaks again, forcing her tone to shift to something more playful. “Why? You wanna try and convince me to quit this job? Whisk me away somewhere?”

Roman chuckles, the sound as warm as his tea. “If you want me to.” And he leaves it at that.

Scoffing softly, she glances down, absentmindedly fidgeting with the silver bracelet on her left wrist. The movement draws Roman’s attention, and he catches sight of the small butterfly tattoo just inside her wrist.

“What’s the story behind that?” he asks, nodding toward it. “And the other butterflies on your hip?”

Naima hesitates, then turns her wrist to show him. “They’re reminders. Butterflies go through so much to become what they are. It’s my way of telling myself that even when things get tough, I can still transform into something bigger, better.”

Roman stays quiet, as if letting her words settle. Then, without a word, he reaches out and takes her hand, his fingers warm against hers. He lifts her wrist to his lips and presses a soft, deliberate kiss to the ink. The gesture is unexpected, intimate in a way that makes Naima’s breath hitch.

“You’re cool as shit,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing gently over the tattoo. “Don’t let anyone, including yourself, tell you otherwise.”

For a moment, silence stretches between them, charged with something neither of them expected to feel tonight. Naima exhales, shaking her head with a soft laugh. And just as she starts to pull away, her fingers hesitate. Then, subtly, she loosens her grip, shifting just enough so that their fingers intertwine.

It’s a small thing. Barely anything.

But the sparks between them right now? Crazy.

“You’re not like most men I meet,” she comments, realizing just how much she enjoys staring into his eyes.

Roman smirks, leaning back slightly. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.”

When the conversation finally lulls, he glances at his watch and frowns slightly. “It’s late. Let me drive you home.”

Naima arches an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “What are you driving? Some flashy sports car?”

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “Not exactly.” He pulls out his phone and sends a quick message. Minutes later, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Ghost pulls up outside the diner.

Naima’s eyes widen, and she bursts out laughing. “Of course. Big baller shit.”

Roman laughs with her as he stands and extends his hand. “Come on. Let's get you home safe.”

She takes his hand, his grip firm yet easy, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. As they step out of the diner, the night air wraps around them, cool against the warmth lingering between their palms. Naima doesn’t overthink it—won’t let herself—but there’s a feeling settling deep in her chest.

Something about tonight feels different. Unfinished. Like a story just waiting to be written.

The ride home is quiet but intimate, the hum of the Rolls-Royce’s engine a soothing backdrop to the charged silence between them in the back seat. Roman's arm is draped around her waist, pulling her close as she rests her head on his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the faint scent of his cologne all combine to create a cocoon of comfort and tension that neither can deny.

Roman’s fingers idly trace circles on her hip, his touch gentle and soothing. Naima tilts her head slightly to look up at him, her dark eyes drinking in the sharp plane of his jaw, his chiseled cheekbones right above his thick beard. The faintest smile plays on her lips as he looks down, catching her eye.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she teases.

“I’m just taking it all in,” Roman answers, his deep voice resonating in her ears. His hand moves to cup her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “Taking you in,” he continues, his gaze dropping to her lips for the briefest moment before returning to her eyes.

Naima smiles and snuggles closer to him, enjoying his warmth as his arm tightens around her. They remain that way for the rest of the drive, the tension between them building with every passing second.

The car pulls up in front of her home, a modern apartment complex tucked away in a quiet part of Atlanta. Roman steps out first, rounding the vehicle to open her door. His presence is imposing yet effortless, the way he holds out his hand—solid, sure—making it impossible to ignore the pull between them.

Naima slides her fingers into his, warmth spreading through her chest as he takes her duffel bag without a word, his easy confidence making it feel natural to let him. She leads him through the entrance, the soft click of her heels against the tiled floor the only sound between them.

The elevator doors glide open, and as they step inside, the space suddenly feels smaller. Closer. The air shifts, thickening. Naima presses the button for her floor, then leans back against the mirrored wall. She can feel his gaze, the weight of it sending a slow shiver down her spine. She grips her keys a little tighter, the metal cool against her palm, a poor distraction from the heat licking at her skin. When she turns her head slightly, their eyes meet in the reflection.

Neither of them speaks, but the charge between them says everything.

The elevator hums as it ascends, a tortuously slow climb. Roman’s fingers flex around the strap of her bag, and for a moment, she swears he’s debating something. The anticipation coils between them, thick and electric.

By the time the doors slide open, Naima exhales a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Roman follows her out, handing her bag back as they stand there. Their fingers brush in the exchange, a fleeting touch that sends a spark racing up her arm.

Her heart pounds.

She looks up at him, lips parting, and Roman tilts his head slightly, eyes hooded, searching. She swallows hard, gripping her bag tighter.

“Thanks for the ride,” she murmurs, though it feels like the least important thing she could say right now. “And for tonight.”

Roman nods, his gaze lingering on her. “I should be thanking you,” he says. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a conversation that felt...real.”

Naima smiles shyly, her pulse quickening. “Same here.”

They stand there a little longer, neither wanting to say goodbye. Finally, Roman leans in, his hand gently cupping her cheek. His touch is tender, but his eyes hold a fierce intensity. Dipping his head, he presses his lips to hers, kissing her slowly, deeply, and Naima feels herself melt into him. Her hands find their way to his chest, feeling the strength beneath the fabric of his shirt as they get lost in the moment.

When they finally pull apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Naima hesitates. Her logical mind is screaming at her to say goodbye, to end the night here and let him go back into the elevator. But her attraction to Roman is immense and seemingly stronger than reason.

“Do you wanna come in?” she asks, her voice just above a whisper.

Roman searches her face, his dark eyes filled with both desire and caution. “Do you want me to come in?”

Naima nods, the truth spilling from her lips before she can second-guess herself. “Yes.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He follows her down the hallway, his hand in hers as they make their way to her front door. The air between them thickens with anticipation, as she unlocks the door and lets him in.

The living room is a blend of warmth and quiet luxury, the kind of space that feels effortlessly inviting. A plush sectional stretches along one wall, its velvety texture accented by an array of throw pillows in soft neutrals—ivory, champagne, and deep charcoal. A thick, cream-colored knit blanket is draped casually over one arm, a contrast to the sleek, asymmetrical coffee table in front of it. The table’s modern design is softened by the small details on top—a lit candle labeled Warm Vanilla & Cashmere, a stack of choreography notes bound neatly with a ribbon, and a single glass of water with a slice of lemon floating inside.

The muted glow from the wall sconces casts a golden hue across the room, complementing the deep mauve and taupe tones woven throughout the space. Roman’s eyes track over to the open-concept kitchen, where the white quartz countertops gleam under the dim lighting. A fruit bowl sits on the island, overflowing with fresh oranges, apples, and bananas, next to a neatly arranged mason jar full of wooden cooking utensils. There’s a subtle scent of lavender in the air, likely from the discreet diffuser plugged into the far corner.

Everything is carefully put together, yet lived-in. Feminine, but not overwhelmingly so. Comfortable, but still carrying an understated elegance…the kind of balance that tells him she has a taste for the finer things but doesn’t go out of her way to flaunt it.

Roman takes it all in, his dark eyes lingering on the details before settling on her. Naima watches him, shifting slightly, suddenly aware of how much this space reflects her.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” she mutters, toying with the hem of her shirt, as if playing it down will make his gaze feel less intense.

Roman doesn’t say anything right away. He just nods, slow and assured, before looking back at her. “It suits you,” he murmurs.

And for some reason, that makes her stomach flip.

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of her curly hair from her face. The simple gesture sends a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself leaning into his touch.

The tension between them is palpable now, a current of electricity that neither can resist. Roman’s hands meet her waist, pulling her flush against him as he leans down to capture her lips in another searing kiss. This one is different; hungrier, more desperate; as if they’re both finally giving in to the pull that has been tugging them close all night.

Naima’s hands slide up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together. Roman groans softly, the sound vibrating against her lips as his hands roam up her back, anchoring her to him.

“Naima,” he rasps, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. His gaze is dark, filled with desire, but also restraint. “Tell me to stop, and I will. I mean it.”

She stares up at him, her heart racing. His care, his need for her consent, makes her chest tighten in the best way. It’s not something she’s used to, and it only deepens the pull she feels toward him.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice trembling with raw emotion, her lips brushing against his as she speaks. “I want you.”

He closes his eyes briefly, exhaling as if her words are the permission he needs to finally let go. “Are you sure?” he asks, cupping her face.

Naima nods, tugging him closer if that is even physically possible. “I’ve never been more sure.”

His restraint shatters, and he kisses her again, more hungrily this time, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire into it. Naima responds eagerly, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt and fumbling to undo them. He helps her, shrugging out of the fabric and tossing it aside, revealing the thick muscles and intricate tattoos etched beneath. Her hands trace the lines of ink, her touch reverent.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs, breathless just touching him. He feels so good.

Roman smiles and finds her lips again. “Not as beautiful as you.”

They take their time, their movements slow and deliberate as they undress each other. Roman’s hands find her skin, warm and eager, but it’s her breasts that steal his focus. Big, round, and perfect in his grasp, his palms mold over them, relishing their weight, his thumbs sweeping over her pierced nipples with a reverence that makes her shiver.

“Damn,” he mutters, his voice thick with appreciation. His dark eyes drink her in, lingering as if trying to commit every curve to memory. “So damn beautiful.”

Naima feels the heat rise to her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. She especially can’t look away from that monster hanging between his thighs. She swallows, wondering how the heck it’s going to fit. Her thoughts are interrupted when he pulls her back into his embrace. The intensity between them grows with every kiss, every caress. It’s as if they’ve done this a hundred times, yet every touch is new and electric.

He lifts her effortlessly, carrying her toward the sectional like she’s weightless. A fire has been ignited that threatens to consume them both. As Roman lays her down, his large frame covering hers on the plush couch, they both know there is no turning back. The connection between them is undeniable, and tonight, they will explore it fully.

The delicious heat of his naked skin on hers, his thick, heavy dick nestling against her pussy, ekes a moan from her mouth into his...especially as he grinds against her, his heavy shaft nudging along her clit and making her ache for him to be inside of her. It spurs her to reach down between their bodies and curl her hand around him, thick and long and hard.

“Damn,” she breathes, mesmerized.

Roman pulls back slightly, his eyes wide as she begins to stroke him up and down. "Naima..." he says, his voice husky, "I…shit…I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t exactly plan on...this." His eyes search hers, his desire tempered by concern.

Naima smiles at his thoughtfulness. "I like that you’re careful," she whispers, reaching for her purse and pulling a Trojan out. "I’m on the pill, but I don’t take chances either." She places it in his hand. "Now, where were we?"

Roman grins and kisses her again, this time more fervently, knowing they’re both on the same page. Her heart rate accelerates watching him roll the condom over his intimidating length, meeting his eyes as he hooks her thighs around his waist. Bracing himself on one hand while the other guides his dick inside her wet, waiting pussy, they both exhale throaty groans as her walls stretch around his invasion, breaking her in with his girth.

Jesus…

He forces himself to still and let her adjust to him, his mouth on hers to soothe the trembles of her body. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he whispers against her lips.

“No,” she shakes her head and kisses him, hot and hurried, “I can…I can take it.”

“Good,” he says with a low, rumbling growl. He rolls his hips, thrusting into her, out and back in. Naima feels the pleasure threatening to snatch her from her own body, only tied down by the luscious heat that anchors her to the couch with his grinding strokes. He’s taking his time, exploring her body as if it’s something sacred. He whispers her name like a prayer, his heavy panting warming the side of her throat as he rocks in and out of her, drawing moans and soft cries and sparking sensations that feel otherworldly.

“Oh, fuck, Roman…”

“Baby, you’re so tight…feels so good,” he groans. He hitches her long ass legs higher on his hips, groaning as the move nudges him even deeper inside of her. She can practically feel him in her stomach. She dares to look down, to watch all that dick piston in and out of her, her cream coating the thick length, granting him easier access inside her. It’s the hottest thing she has seen in a long time. It’s even hotter, the way he looks at her, like she’s the only woman in the world. It’s overwhelming and grounding all at once. Her hands caress his broad shoulders and his long hair as their foreheads touch, sharing delicious, breathy kisses as they move in perfect rhythm. She’s letting herself go in a way she hasn’t in years, surrendering completely to the moment.

“Oooh, just like that…mmmph, fuck!” Her pleas dissolve into desperate moans as she nears euphoria. As though sensing it, he pushes deeper, tapping the bottom of her pussy, making it clench around the base of his cock. Her eyes widen as jolts of pleasure rip through her body as it spasms, making her come harder than she’s come in so long.

“Mmm, you came for me, baby?” Roman grins, withdrawing from her and dipping his face between her thighs. “Let me taste it…”

Her back arches off of the couch when his mouth spreads over her folds, his warm, long tongue lapping up her sweetness. Resting an arm over her stomach, his other hand wraps around her thigh to hold her still as he delves deep, working her pussy with frightening expertise. The sound of her heartbeat and the sloppy slurps of his skilled mouth thud in Naima’s ears as she fights back tears from how good he’s making her feel. She claws at locks of his hair, her head thrown back into the pillows, letting out a squeal she can’t control as another intense orgasm crashes into her with the force of a tsunami. She feels her body deflate, panting softly as she throws her arm across her face. Roman’s chuckle rattles in her ears as he moves her hand away to kiss her, both moaning as they exchange the taste of her.

“You’re fucking incredible,” she sighs.

His smile widens as he turns her onto her stomach. He kneels behind her, nudging her knees apart with one huge thigh, and pulls her hips back, the action rubbing his erection against her wet entrance. With his chest flush on her back, he brushes her hair away from her neck to kiss her shoulder. He eases his dick back into her, growling at the slick sensation that engulfs his length yet again.

“Shit, baby…”

"Tell me, baby girl. This feel good?" He moves slowly, pushing in and pulling out in gradual, deliberate strokes.

“Yes…it’s…better,” she groans, goosebumps sprouting from his warm breath in the crook of her neck. The swipe of his tongue on her skin makes her pussy tighten, her increasing wetness slipping him more easily inside her. Naima reaches up to slide her fingers through his hair, her lips meeting his in a sloppy, hungry kiss. She presses her face against his, their labored breaths joined as one.

"Naima...fuck, baby, your pussy feels amazing..."

Her breath catches at the lust clouding his eyes. Boldly, she licks at his mouth, whispering back to him, "Your dick feels amazing too, I love how deep you are…"

Roman feels his dick twitch at that. Everything about this woman is sexy as hell. Her body, her husky voice, he’s taken by it all. He feels her begin to move, his breathing growing ragged at the sight of her round, supple cheeks bouncing off his dick, grinding back on his groin, her groans washing over him as she dares to take him even deeper inside her. Roman’s palm smooths over her stomach, sliding up to grope her breast, pinching her nipple, making her cry out as lightning zips through her.

“Fuck!”

Gripping her waist in his big hands, Roman regains control of the pace as he thrusts harder and deeper, giving her every thick inch of him, reveling in her increasingly loud moans. “Mmm-hmm, take this dick, baby, you asked for it…damn, this pussy squeezin’ me,” he growls, giving her ass a smack.

Naima cries out from the sting of his palm, clinging to a throw pillow in complete bliss as he feeds her with deep, pounding backshots to her g-spot that makes his heavy ballsac slap against her clit and her eyes roll in the back of her head. She can’t believe how present he is, so focused on her. How good it's felt from the first minute. It’s been a perfect mix of passion and tenderness and wild abandon.

Roman peppers more kisses along her neck, nuzzling his face in it as his balls tighten, sounding him off for his own climax. “Come for me again, Naima. Soak my dick, give it to me,” he orders.

There’s something about the command of his voice that compels her body to obey right away. The sky seems to fall as she comes a third time, her thighs shaking as her pussy gushes. Roman’s deep moans mingle with hers in a sweet symphony as he tumbles into his own orgasm, his cock twitching and pulsing inside her. Naima loves it, loves the crack in his deep voice as pleasure melts his big frame down to nothingness.

His thrusts finally slow, languid and lazy, letting her milk him thoroughly while they consume each other’s moans, his hand massaging her breast as he keeps her close to him like precious porcelain.

The room takes its time to stop spinning as they lie tangled together on the couch, their bodies gleaming with sweat, still buzzing with the aftershocks of their magic coupling. Roman’s arms wind around her, holding her tight as he presses a kiss to her temple. Naima rests her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She can’t believe what’s just happened. Can’t believe that sex like this still exists, that she can have such mind-blowing back-to-back orgasms. That this man—so different from anyone she’s ever met—treated her like she was something precious the entire time. She wishes she could have more. She wishes it didn’t have to end tomorrow like she knows it will.

As sleep begins to tug at her, she picks the next best option, “Please stay.”

Roman pulls the throw blanket over them both and kisses her forehead tenderly. “I’m right here, baby.”

Roman’s phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table, jarring him awake. The soft morning light spills through the blinds, highlighting the peaceful expression on Naima’s face as she lays curled against him. For a moment, he debates ignoring the call altogether, but when the screen lights up again with Jimmy’s name, he rolls his eyes and reluctantly answers.

“What?” Roman’s voice is a low growl, still rough from sleep.

“Mannn, don’t ‘what’ me, Uce,” Jimmy shoots back, sounding annoyed. “Where you at? The jet’s ready and we’re waiting. Jey and Sami are here, but you MIA. Wassup?”

Roman exhales heavily, his free hand gently brushing Naima’s hair as she stirs slightly. “The jet can wait.”

Jimmy’s laugh comes through the phone, sharp and knowing. “Oh, it’s like that? You still with that stripper chick? Angel?”

“Jimmy,” Roman warns, his voice dropping.

“Relax, Uce. I’m just sayin’,” Jimmy teases. “Pussy gotta be bomb if you keepin’ us all waitin’. Jey gon’ be mad at your ass though. He was talking about her all night.”

Roman shakes his head, his patience wearing thin. “Too bad. And I said, I’ll get there when I fucking get there. That’s all y’all need to know.”

Before Jimmy can press further, Roman ends the call and sets the phone back down. He leans back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a moment before looking down at Naima, who has begun to wake.

Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, she just looks at him, her expression unreadable. “Morning.”

“Morning.” His smile is soft and his kiss is even softer.

“You’re still here,” she comments when he pulls back. At the slight frown on his face, she shrugs, smoothing her hair. “Most guys don’t usually stick around,” she answers bluntly; the truth.

Roman lets his thumb graze her chin. “I ain’t most guys. And I wasn’t going anywhere without seeing your pretty eyes one more time.”

Her heart flutters, and she smiles wider, flattered and relieved. "I’m glad you stayed," she whispers.

Roman leans in, pressing another kiss to her mouth before sitting back. “Me too. I hate that I gotta leave.”

Naima nods, trying to mask her disappointment. “It’s okay. I get it. You’ve got your people waitin’ on you,” she says softly, guarded again. “I can’t keep you here.”

Roman shakes his head, his brow furrowing as he reaches for her hand. “Truth is, I wanna see you again,” he says earnestly.

She stares at him, struggling to keep her neutral expression intact. “You barely know me, Roman. We just met.”

He chuckles softly, the warmth in his chest growing. “I know enough. I know that you’re different. We spent a lot of last night talking and laughing, which I hardly do...It felt like we’ve known each other a long time.”

The intensity of his gaze has her looking away, unsure of how to respond as she processes his words. She feels the same way too…She likes him, more than she’s ready to admit. But she’s also cautious. It’s just one night. The last thing she wants is to fall into something that will only leave her hurt. Again.

“Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly, “I mean…I’m just a strip-”

“Don’t,” he interrupts gently but firmly, his large hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Don’t sell yourself short. I’ve spent hours with you and I still want more. Last night wasn’t just fun...it was real. At least to me.”

Naima’s heart is battling with her head. She really wants to believe him, to trust that this isn’t just a fleeting moment for him. “What do you even see in me?” she presses, her voice laced with vulnerability.

Roman’s expression softens. “I see you, baby girl,” he says smoothly. “Not Angel. Not the dancer. You. Smart, funny, beautiful as fuck, Naima.”

Her heart clenches at his words, and for the first time in a long time, she feels seen in a way that goes beyond the surface. But doubt still hovers like a dark cloud. “What happens when you leave? When reality sets in?”

Roman smiles faintly. “We'll make our own reality,” he says confidently, picking up his phone and handing it to her. “Here. Put your number in. And take mine, too.”

Naima hesitates for a moment, then reaches for her own phone on the coffee table and gives it to him. She taps in her digits, saving her number for him. “There,” she says, swapping their phones back. “I’m in your phone.”

“And I’m in yours,” Roman says, his voice soft as he eyes her.

She laughs lightly, shaking her head. “You’re persistent as fuck, aren’t you?”

“When it comes to something I want? Always,” he replies with a smirk.

He stands reluctantly, gathering his clothes and slipping them on. Naima rises too, wrapping the throw blanket around her before walking him to the door. As they reach it, he stops, looking down at her.

“I’ll call you,” he says.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she replies with a smile, her voice teasing, though the sincerity is still there.

“I’m not the type to break promises,” he insists confidently. “And I’m not the type to walk away from something that feels so special.”

Naima’s eyes soften, and for a split second, it feels like the world has paused around them. There’s no rush, no obligation. Just the two of them, standing on the edge of something new.

Roman steps closer and wraps his arms around her in a warm, lingering embrace that neither seems ready to end. She buries her face in the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent—whiskey, cedar, and something undeniably him—and feeling an ache she doesn’t quite understand.

His large hands span her lower back, silently promising that this is not goodbye, just a ’see you later’. She clings to him, her fingers tracing soft patterns over the muscles beneath his shirt, reluctant to let go.

Pulling back to rest his forehead gently against hers, his thumb caresses her chin, near her lips. He leans in, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. It’s neither rushed nor fleeting; it is gentle and filled with the quiet passion of a man who doesn’t just want her for one night. Naima kisses him back just as deeply, savoring the taste of him. Time seems to stretch, their shared silence speaking louder than any words can.

When they finally part, their breaths mingle, neither ready to fully break the connection. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips linger for a moment before he pulls back, his eyes searching hers one last time.

“I’ll see you soon, baby girl,” he vows, his voice rough but soft, like gravel smoothed by the sea. “Take care of yourself.”

Naima nods, her heart thudding in her chest, the sadness of him leaving creeping in even though she’s just met him. “I will. And right back at’cha,” she whispers.

Roman gives her one final brief, sweet kiss before stepping away. As he walks out the door, it feels as though a piece of him stays behind, wrapped around her like the memory of his embrace.

She smiles as she closes the door, leaning against it as her heart races. They only just met, but it feels like something she doesn’t want to let slip away.

And on the other side of the door, Roman feels the same, a hopeful smile brightening his handsome face.

That maybe, just maybe...they’re both ready to take this chance.

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thelov3lybookworm · 5 months ago

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Weeping Heart (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: panic attacks and tears

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Warnings: the beginnings of a panic attack, cardan being sad and frustrated, though i dont go into details. yn running away again, ig. (the next part will include her getting comforted, dw <3 )

Word Count: 1107

A/n: shes a lil late but shes hereee yayyy 🥳

Imp: the next parts will be either posted on friday or next monday, depending on how quick i write. it will be a double update, so everyone whos on team herb can read the herb x reader part and ones on team cardan can read the cardan x reader part. i will add those links to this part when they are uploaded, so if you choose yes, you read the herb part. if you choose no, you read the cardan part.

anyways, enjoy🥹❣️

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Y/n did not mind mornings. She had come across quite a few humans who insisted mornings were the worst time of the day, about how they preferred night.

Most faeries would agree, considering they slept during the day and worked at night. But Y/n, she loved mornings. She could get some peace to herself, some quiet that seemed to betray her when her soldiers, male and female alike, were awake. It was just quiet chatter, but it still got on her nerves sometimes.

Y/n always got herself up a few hours before sunset to have some time to herself, to practise her fighting skills, to think.

Y/n also knew Cardan liked to sleep. Most of the time, he had no option but to sleep off his hangovers after drinking the whole night, but even when that wasn't the case, he would never wake up while the sun was still out without a reason.

So when Y/n snuck out of Herb’s tent in the afternoon, the sun beating down on her as she went, it was a huge surprise to Y/n to find Cardan sitting on her bed, wide awake.

She paused at the threshold of her tent, the flap fluttering shut behind her as she processed the sight. "Cardan? You’re up early."

He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "Yeah. I’ve been up for some time now." He paused, glancing down at Y/n’s boots. It was a thing he used to do, when he was feeling vulnerable but did not want her to see. "Waiting… for you."

Y/n’s blood slowed in her veins before rushing again, and she sighed, stepping forward and making her way towards the chair in the corner. "I was sleeping, Cardan."

"Where?" His response was quick, sharp, as if he had been thinking of it since he woke up. It made Y/n freeze in her tracks, her eyes growing slightly wide.

"Uh… in a soldier’s tent?"

He stood. "Why?"

Y/n blinked. "What do you mean why? My bed was occupied, so-"

"So now you can’t even stand my presence?" He laughed.

Y/n stared at him, at a loss for words. She looked at him closely, noting the gauntness in his pale cheeks, he shadows under his eyes.

Sure, he had all those before, but the hollows seemed deeper, the shadows darker. "I never said that, Cardan. And I would never be intolerable to your presence."

He scoffed. "Right, that’s why you’ve been running away and avoiding returning to Insmire for so long."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her face. "It’s nothing against you, Cardan-"

"Then why have you been avoiding me since I arrived?! I’ve been trying to talk to you, I’ve tried so many times! Why are you running away from me?!" He snapped, his voice rising.

And Y/n froze completely.

Cardan never yelled. That was something Y/n had grown up with. No matter what, Cardan never yelled. He would drink, he would party, he would revel, hell, he’d bed people just to forget his frustrations. But he never yelled.

And never at Y/n.

It broke her will to care.

"Because if I don’t, I might just kill myself!"

He stilled, his eyes wild as he stared back at her, his chest heaving. Y/n stepped forward, closer and closer to him. His gaze tracked her movements, almost predatory.

"Do you know, Cardan, how much pain I have been in everyday since I realised that you would never look at me like I look at you?" He said nothing, his eyes wide. "Everyday, I’d put on a smile, act like I have not been in love with you since I understood what love was, and watched as you did all that you did, as you revelled and ruined your own reputation, as you acted like you loved all those females you bedded."

Y/n finally stopped a foot from him, jabbing her finger into his chest, fury blazing in her heart. "I was there as you watched your mother ignore you, I was there to comfort you, I was there as you shattered every time after her rejection. I was there when you wanted Jude, I was right there helping you out with her. I listened to every detail you provided of your love life, trying to hold myself together, and you just couldn’t see it."

Y/n shook her head, smiling. "You could never see it, you were too busy making eyes at others to notice me. And yes, if you’re going to ask me if running away was necessary, yes it was. Because I could no longer bear to watch you be in love with Jude while I stared at you like a lovesick puppy. It was eating me alive from the inside. And I couldn’t tell you about it either, because I saw how in love with Jude you were, and I never wanted to get in the way of your happiness. You know why? Because I care about you, Cardan. I care about you."

He stared at Y/n, looking like he was about to cry as she panted, her blood chilling as she realised what she had just done.

"Y/n, I-"

Y/n stumbled back, her heart beating in her throat.

The beating slowed.

Her hearing diminished.

Or maybe the birds stopped chirping. She didn’t know.

She didn’t care.

This was a panic attack, she was sure of it.

This was the first one she was having in years. The last time was when Y/n had realised she loved Cardan and had almost blurted it out at him, but stopped just before he could hear it, and then he had left with a pretty nymph on his arm.

Even back then, he had not paid any attention to her as he led the female away, already beginning to kiss her before they were even out of sight.

And she had made it a mission that she never had any other panic attacks ever again. And if she did, she’d not create a scene, especially not in front of Cardan.

So she took another step back, her heartbeat thudding in her ears, slow, unsteady, and then turned and sprinted out of her tent, her only focus her horse, Toad.

And the moment the horse was in her arms reach, she swung herself onto the mare’s back and rode away, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.

She heard him calling after her.

Maybe Herb would keep Cardan away. Keep him from following her.

But did she want him to?

No.

Yes.

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tonixe · 2 years ago

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"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

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The One That Got Away Pt.5

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Synopsisજ⁀➴ Gojo is a charismatic college student, known for his carefree approach to relationships, never letting things get too serious. You are his longtime best friend and have quietly harbored feelings for him but never acted on them, knowing Gojo’s aversion to commitment. But when Gojo shares an unexpected connection with another girl, the dynamics between them start to shift. As the lines blur between friendship and something more, you are left grappling with your emotions—unsure of whether you'll be able to stay by Gojo’s side, or if it’s time to move on.

tagsજ⁀➴ college au, hockey player!gojo, band member!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual friends to lovers (maybe), gojo is dumb af, you might dislike gojo in this im sorry, very very mild geto x reader

NOTESજ⁀➴ hiii sorry for the late upload but i was really not feeling myself the past few days (BECAUSE OF A GODDAMN MAN FFS) but yeah hope you enjoyyy sorry if there are any errors i really dont have the mental capacity for this rn lol HAHAH

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taglineજ⁀➴ @kaemaybae @laviefantasie @higuchislut @domilovestoru @aishies-stuff @genxnarumi @username23345 PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

It was lunchtime, and the hallway was as chaotic as ever. Students were clustered in groups, exchanging gossip, laughing, or heading out to the courtyard for a break. You were trying to keep a low profile, hoping to slip past unnoticed, and find a quiet corner to eat away from the noise.

After everything that happened last night, you had been avoiding Gojo like the plague.

The touch of his hand on your cheek, the way his eyes softened in a moment that felt far too intimate—it had all left you spinning, and you couldn’t risk seeing him again, not while your heart was still tangled in those messy feelings.

So far, you had been successful.

The steady hum of voices and the shuffle of footsteps filled the hallway as you maneuvered through the throng of students, clutching your packed sandwich to your chest. Your goal was simple: find a secluded corner, eat in peace, and get through the day without running into him.

But that was easier said than done.

Every time your thoughts wandered back to last night, your chest tightened.

His hand, his touch, the way his eyes softened like he’d forgotten the world around him for just a second—it was like a loop you couldn’t turn off.

Your heart did a traitorous flip as you remembered the way he had cupped your cheek, so tender and yet so fleeting. The moment had felt like a spark in the dark, dangerous and intoxicating.

You shook your head, trying to force the memory out. He has Mina. You’re just a friend. You clenched your fists and sped up, determined to focus on literally anything else.

The cafeteria was too crowded, so you ducked into one of the quieter hallways, your eyes scanning for an empty classroom or a nook where you could hide away.

But then, as you turned a corner, you saw it—his unmistakable figure leaning against a locker. That familiar white hair caught the sunlight streaming through the hallway windows, making him stand out like he always did. He was laughing at something a friend had said, his grin easy and magnetic, but it was when he turned slightly that your heart lurched.

His blue eyes.

The same blue eyes you had seen so many times, always full of life and teasing, but now they felt like they were seeing straight through you. For a fleeting moment, it was as if he was looking directly at you—at the you you never showed anyone else. The you that had spent years harboring feelings for him in silence.

Panic set in. Without thinking, you spun on your heel and walked away as fast as your legs would carry you.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You had seen Gojo a thousand times before, but today, just the mere glimpse of him had your heart racing like you’d run a marathon. The way he had looked at you—No.

You didn’t want to think about it.

You’ve been avoiding him for a reason.

You ducked down a side hallway, pressing your back against the cool wall as you tried to catch your breath. It was ridiculous, really. You’d seen Gojo a thousand times before, spent hours by his side, laughed at his terrible jokes—but now, just the mere sight of him had your heart racing like you’d run a marathon.

Get it together. He’s still the same Gojo.

Except he wasn’t.

Not to you.

Not after last night.

Last night had stirred up feelings you’d tried so hard to suppress, the ones you had neatly boxed away the day he announced his relationship with Mina. You had no right to feel this way, no right to replay that moment when he cupped your cheek like it was something more.

And yet, your traitorous heart clung to the memory of his touch and his gaze.

No. You shook your head, as if the motion could physically dislodge the thoughts.

You couldn’t let yourself fall into that trap, couldn’t confuse his vulnerability for something it wasn’t. Even if he was unsure about Mina, it didn’t mean there was a place for you in his heart.

You closed your eyes, pressing your palms to your face, as if you could push the thoughts away. You had to get a grip. This was getting out of hand.

You couldn’t keep doing this—letting his proximity send your heart into overdrive. You had to forget the way he made you feel. Forget the way his touch had made your skin burn with a desire you couldn’t place.

But even as you stood there, trying to gather yourself, one thought refused to leave your mind:

Had Gojo felt it too?

And that thought was the most dangerous one of all.

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The last bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and you couldn’t have left the classroom fast enough. The entire day had been an exhausting exercise in avoidance and pretense, and all you wanted now was to go home, lock yourself in your room, and forget Gojo Satoru even existed—if only for a few hours.

The hallway was bustling with students chatting and making plans for the evening, but you kept your head down, weaving through the crowd like a ghost. Your phone buzzed in your pocket again, and you didn’t have to guess who it was.

You had been ignoring Gojo’s messages all afternoon. His texts had started out innocuous enough: “Hey, barely saw you around during lunch. Didn’t feel like hanging out?” “You sick or something? Or are you sick of me!?”

And then, as if he’d gotten bored waiting for a reply: “You missed it—Suguru tried to eat an entire slice of pizza in one bite. Spoiler: it didn’t end well.”

There was no malice in his words, no suspicion—just the usual carefree banter you had come to expect from him. But even that was enough to tie your stomach in knots. How could he be so normal, so casual, after everything that had happened? Did last night really not faze him at all?

The thought stung more than you cared to admit, so you didn’t open his messages. Instead, you stuffed your phone deeper into your pocket and focused on making it to the school gates without incident.

You mentally mapped out your evening as a distraction. Go home. Have an early dinner. Play the guitar until my fingers hurt or my bones are too tired to think. It was a good plan. It would keep your mind busy, keep you from replaying last night over and over until you drove yourself mad.

You reached the last hallway leading to the front gates, the sunlight filtering through the windows casting golden streaks on the floor. The crowd had thinned out, and the air felt quieter, calmer. You were almost free.

But just as you exhaled, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, you felt it—a hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you back.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you turned to see him.

“Satoru,” you breathed, his name coming out like a reflex.

He was standing close, a little too close, his usual easy grin plastered across his face. His white hair caught the light in a way that made him seem almost unreal, and those blue eyes—those infuriating, magnetic eyes—were locked onto yours.

Gojo’s grin widened as he tilted his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “Finally caught you,” he teased, his voice carrying that trademark playful lilt. “Do you know how hard it’s been to track you down all day? It’s like you’re a little mouse scurrying around trying not to get caught.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your face at his analogy. “A mouse? Really?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “What else do you call it when someone’s dodging you at every turn?”

“I wasn’t dodging you,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed your nervousness.

“Oh, really?” he drawled, raising a skeptical brow. “So skipping lunch and disappearing before I could even say hi after class was just a coincidence?”

You looked away, scrambling for an excuse. “I—I’ve just been busy, that’s all. I’m actually headed home now,” you added, hoping to change the subject. “I wanted to get some practice in.”

“Practice?” he asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “On my guitar. Just thought I’d get some extra practice in since the shows nearing, so I figured I’d spend the evening catching up.”

Gojo pressed a hand to his chest, staggering back as though your words had physically wounded him. “Aw, seriously? I was hoping we could hang out.” His voice was exaggeratedly dramatic, as if you’d shattered his grand plans for the evening.

His words hung in the air, and despite everything—your resolve to keep your distance, the plan to distract yourself into oblivion—those two little words were already tempting you to cave in.

Hang out.

You couldn’t help it. Your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat at the mere thought of spending time with him again. It was ridiculous, really. You’d spent the entire day avoiding him, dodging his messages and steering clear of any chance encounters. But now? The idea of hanging out with Gojo—of just being near him—was irresistible.

You swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral. “You want to hang out?” you asked, a little too casually, as though his words hadn’t just thrown your day’s plans out the window.

“Yeah,” he said, his grin softening into something less playful and more genuine. “I mean, unless you’re too busy shredding on your guitar to spare a little time for your best friend.” He wiggled his eyebrows dramatically, his playful tone making you smile despite yourself.

The word best friend stung a little more than it should have, but you ignored it, focusing instead on how your chest warmed at the thought of being with him again. “I don’t know…” you said, pretending to deliberate, even though your heart had already decided for you.

Gojo leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mock urgency. “C’mon, just for a bit. I swear, I’ll even cheer you on at your next show. Front row, obnoxious applause and everything.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and you hated how easily he could draw it out of you. “Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But if I bomb at my next performance because of this, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” he said, his grin widening as he took your hand without hesitation, tugging you along toward the gates. “You won’t regret this, I promise. I’ve got the perfect spot in mind, discovered it only recently. Snacks on me.”

You let him lead the way, the warmth of his hand in yours sending a rush of emotions you tried to bury. Despite your earlier resolve to avoid him, you couldn’t deny it—being with Gojo felt like slipping into something familiar and comforting, even if it hurt a little too.

Because no matter how much you tried to fight it, you loved him. And even if this was just a fleeting moment, you couldn’t help but want to hold onto it for as long as you could.

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Gojo led you through the streets with a bounce in his step, his hand never letting go of yours. A crinkling bag of snacks dangled from his other hand, and his cheerful chatter filled the space between you. He was talking about something—probably a random observation or one of his over-the-top stories—but you barely registered the words. You were too focused on the warmth of his hand and the effortless ease in his demeanor.

The path he took wasn’t unfamiliar, but the destination was. He led you to a quiet park just off the main street, where the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, painting everything in golden hues. The spot he’d chosen was tucked away, with a low stone wall overlooking a small pond surrounded by reeds. It was peaceful, almost serene, as if the world outside had melted away.

“Perfect, right?” Gojo said, grinning as he plopped himself down on the wall and gestured for you to join him.

You hesitated for only a moment before sitting beside him, close enough that your knees almost touched. He opened the bag of snacks, offering it to you with a flourish. “Snacks for the lady,” he said with mock chivalry, making you roll your eyes.

You took one and nibbled at it, letting the calm atmosphere settle over you. For a while, neither of you said anything. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves filled the air, and for the first time all day, you felt yourself relax.

Gojo leaned back on his hands, his gaze fixed on the pond. “Y’know, I found this place by chance when I was kinda stressed out last time,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “Kinda nice, isn’t it? Like, everything feels quieter here.”

You hummed in agreement, not trusting yourself to speak. It was dangerous, being here with him, letting yourself sink into the illusion of normalcy. Was it wrong to indulge yourself in this moment, knowing what you knew?

Despite knowing he didn’t love you back?

Despite knowing he had a girlfriend?

Your chest tightened at the thought, but you forced a small smile, biting into another snack as a distraction. This wasn’t about what you wanted or what you felt. Gojo didn’t see you that way—he had Mina, and whatever issues he was working through with her, it didn’t change the fact that you were just a friend to him.

And yet, sitting here beside him, it was so easy to forget all of that. It was so easy to let yourself believe, just for a second, that things could be different.

“Hey,” Gojo said suddenly, breaking your train of thought. He leaned closer, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. “You okay? You’ve been quiet. Not like you to let me talk this much without interrupting.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden proximity. His eyes, impossibly blue and full of concern, searched yours, and you felt your breath hitch.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, looking away. “Just… tired, I guess.”

He didn’t seem convinced but didn’t press further. Instead, he straightened up, a teasing grin replacing his concern. “Well, don’t fall asleep on me now. I dragged you all the way out here, you know. I’d be very offended if you just nodded off.”

You laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

Gojo let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, throwing himself back dramatically with his arms spread wide. “Phew, good. I’d hate to think my company is boring you to sleep. I’m basically a walking entertainment show, y’know.”

He grabbed a stray blade of grass and twirled it between his fingers, then grinned mischievously. Without warning, he started blowing on it, attempting to make that sharp, whistling sound kids often do. Instead, the grass snapped, and the noise came out as an awkward spluttering.

You chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. “Seriously? How old are you again?”

“Old enough to do this,” he retorted, plucking another blade and trying again with even more gusto. This time, the noise was louder but hilariously off-pitch, sounding more like a dying bird than anything else.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, clutching your sides as the ridiculousness of it all settled in. Gojo grinned triumphantly, tossing the grass aside. “See? Told you I’m good for a laugh.”

He leaned back again, resting his weight on his hands as he watched you. There was something softer in his expression now, a quiet kind of satisfaction that made your chest ache.

“Man,” he said after a moment, his voice teasing but with a hint of genuine warmth. “I like that laugh of yours. You should do it more often.”

You looked away, your cheeks growing warm. “Don’t start,” you muttered, but the smile lingering on your lips betrayed you.

Gojo stretched, letting out a groan of exaggerated exhaustion. “All this work to keep you entertained is killing me. I need to recharge.” Before you could react, he flopped over dramatically, his head landing in your lap.

Your breath hitched as you froze, staring down at him in disbelief. “Satoru, what are you—”

“Shhh,” he interrupted, closing his eyes as he nestled against your legs. “This is perfect. You’re comfy, the sun’s warm, and I’ve earned this, don’t you think?”

“Earned this?” you repeated incredulously, your voice wavering between annoyance and amusement.

“Absolutely,” he said, smirking up at you without opening his eyes. “Besides, you’re not gonna push me off, are you? You’re too nice for that.”

He had a point, and the smug look on his face told you he knew it. You sighed, trying to will your heart to stop pounding in your chest. Despite everything—his audacity, his obliviousness, the complicated mess of feelings swirling inside you—you couldn’t deny that this moment, however fleeting, felt impossibly right.

Gojo stayed draped across your lap like he belonged there, his trademark grin fixed on his face. “You know,” he began, his tone casual but carrying a subtle undercurrent of something unspoken, “this is probably the most comfortable I’ve been all week.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let your heart betray you. “Is that so?” you said lightly, though the memory of last night—the way his hand had lingered against your cheek, his gaze piercing and unrelenting—still clung to you like a shadow.

“Definitely,” Gojo replied, shifting slightly to get more comfortable against your lap. “This spot? Ten out of ten. You’re like the perfect mix of firm and soft, you know? Like one of those expensive memory foam pillows.”

“Wow, thanks for the glowing review,” you said dryly, though your lips twitched at his ridiculous analogy.

“Hey, it’s a compliment!” he said, feigning offense. “You should be honored. Not just anyone gets to be Gojo Satoru’s personal recliner. Consider yourself chosen.”

You let out a soft laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you keep me around. Wonder why that is,” he teased, tilting his head ever so slightly, though his eyes remained closed.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you let the words hang in the air, letting him fill the silence the way he always did—with his rambling, carefree charm.

“And another thing,” he went on, oblivious to the way your heart was twisting. “This week has been a total grind. Like, I had two papers due, plus that ridiculous group project. Do you know how hard it is to be the brains and the beauty in a group? Exhausting. But here I am, thriving, because I’m built different.”

You bit back a smile, letting his voice wash over you like a soothing tide. He always managed to make the world feel a little less heavy, even if he had no idea how much weight you were carrying.

As he continued to talk—something about his epic debate with a professor over the meaning of “deadline”—your gaze softened. His face was so unguarded like this, the usual spark of mischief in his expression muted by the gentle glow of the afternoon sun.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, your fingers grazing the silvery strands of his hair. It was soft, softer than you’d imagined, and as you absentmindedly combed through it, a quiet calm settled over you.

As your fingers threaded gently through Gojo’s hair, his voice began to falter. Words trailed off into nothingness until he finally stopped talking altogether. The silence that followed was thick but not uncomfortable—just the sound of the breeze and distant laughter from others in the park.

You didn’t realize how intimate the moment had become until it swallowed you whole. The quiet was startling, and with it came the sharp awareness of what you were doing. Your hand froze, and you quickly pulled it away, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Sorry,” you murmured, flustered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

“Don’t.” His voice was soft but firm, grounding you instantly. You glanced down to find his eyes open now, half-lidded and gazing up at you with an expression that made your heart stutter. “Don’t apologize.”

You hesitated. “I didn’t mean—”

“Just keep doing it,” he interrupted, a rare seriousness in his tone. Then, as if to break the spell, he smirked. “It’s nice. You’re pretty good at this, you know. Ever consider a career in pampering me full-time?”

You rolled your eyes, but a shy smile crept across your face. “Don’t push your luck.”

He closed his eyes again, his grin softening into something less playful, more content. “No promises,” he mumbled, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

Your hand moved again, your touch hesitant at first but growing steadier as you combed through his hair once more. The silky strands slipped through your fingers effortlessly, and you swore you could feel his breathing even out beneath your touch.

The moment lingered, impossibly sweet and unspoken, a fragile bubble of time neither of you wanted to pop. And for now, that was enough.

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A few hours had passed in what felt like an instant. You and Gojo had fallen into an easy rhythm, laughing, talking, and sharing bits of your lives with no real agenda. It was... nice. Comforting, even.

But as the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, the reality of the situation started to settle in. Gojo stretched and sat up from your lap, groaning as he wiped at his eyes. “Guess it’s time to head back,” he said, his voice a little reluctant, though there was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

You nodded, slowly standing up as well, feeling the stiffness in your legs after sitting for so long. Gojo grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulder, and started to gather his things. But just as he was about to turn toward you, his phone buzzed—loudly, insistently. He glanced at it, and his easygoing expression faltered for a second.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He looked down at the screen, eyes scanning the stream of missed calls and texts that had piled up. Mina.

You could see the flicker of tension in his posture as he cursed again, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He turned to you with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I kinda lost track of time. Mina’s been blowing up my phone.”

You forced a smile, nodding, even though the pit in your stomach grew a little heavier. “It’s fine. You should probably call her back.”

“Yeah, I guess I should.” He sighed, the weight of the situation settling into his voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”

With that, Gojo stepped away from you, his steps taking him farther down the path toward a more secluded area of the park. You stayed put, arms crossed loosely as you sat back down on the grass, trying to push the knot in your chest aside.

From your spot, you could see Gojo standing a few feet away, his posture tense as he pulled his phone back out. The conversation had already started, his tone shifting into something more serious as he swiped to answer the call.

“Mina,” he said, his voice soft but carrying an edge of apology. “Hey… yeah, I’m sorry, I kinda lost track of time.”

You couldn’t help but glance over at him as he spoke. He ran a hand through his white hair, his back slightly turned so you couldn’t hear Mina’s words, but you could see the slight furrow of his brow. He was listening intently, nodding occasionally, and even though you couldn’t hear her responses, you could tell by his body language that the conversation was serious.

Your heart gave a little twinge as Gojo’s smile faded and was replaced with a more apologetic look. His voice was quieter now, more restrained. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Mina. I just… I was hanging out with a friend, and time slipped away. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You bit your lip, looking away quickly to hide the faint ache in your chest. You knew this wasn’t something you could control, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear. The knowledge that he was apologizing to her, his girlfriend, for his time spent with you felt like a weight you weren’t sure you could carry.

For a moment, you entertained the thought of standing up and walking away, leaving them to their conversation in peace. But you stayed rooted in your spot, as if listening to the gentle rustle of the trees and the occasional snippets of Gojo’s words could somehow keep you tethered to this fleeting moment.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Gojo continued, his tone soft and sincere. “How about we go out tomorrow, just the two of us?”

Your breath caught, but you quickly brushed it off. Of course, Gojo would make plans with Mina. She was his girlfriend. He cared about her.

But still, as you watched him nod and smile into the phone, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you had asked him to stay a little longer, or if you’d been more honest about your feelings.

It was foolish, you knew. There was no place for you in that world, not when Mina was already there. Yet, as you glanced at Gojo’s back, his posture slightly relaxed but still tense, you couldn’t help but feel the sting of his words echoing in your chest.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Gojo said softly, his tone lightening a little as he spoke. “Love you.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger, though they were clearly meant for her, not you. And as he ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, you forced yourself to smile when he turned back toward you, walking toward your spot with a quiet sigh of relief.

“You good?” he asked, his easy smile back in place as he neared you. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

You nodded, standing up as he got closer. “No problem,” you said softly, though you couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

As you both walked down the path, the city’s hum barely reached you through the quiet night, the only sound the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel. Gojo was walking beside you, his usual upbeat energy slightly toned down but still present in the easy way he moved. There was a comfortable silence between you, but it wasn’t long before your thoughts began to wander back to the conversation he’d had with Mina.

You couldn’t shake the lingering curiosity about how things were between them now, especially after what he’d said the day before. Without really thinking, the question slipped out.

“So… how’s everything with you and Mina? You were venting a bit yesterday, so I was wondering.”

Gojo hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting to the sidewalk ahead of him. There was a flicker of uncertainty, but it didn’t last long. He shrugged casually as if he hadn’t really given it much thought.

“I mean, it’s a work in progress, I guess,” he said with a slight grin, his tone relaxed. “I haven’t really told her about everything that’s been on my mind. Figured it’s something I should handle myself.”

He paused for a second, as though considering his words before continuing, his tone still light, almost like he was describing the weather.

“But I’m trying to sort my feelings out. That’s all I can really do right now.”

You nodded, a soft hum escaping you as you processed his words. There wasn’t a heavy burden in his voice, just a simple acknowledgment of the situation. He wasn’t looking for sympathy, just stating facts.

The silence between you two lingered, the weight of unspoken things hanging there, until Gojo shifted in the air, as if easing the tension that had quietly settled in.

“Relationships, huh?” he muttered, his eyes on the ground. “They’re complicated. People always expect something from you—attention, validation, whatever it is. And it’s exhausting, you know?”

You looked at him curiously, sensing the slight shift in his demeanor, the rare flicker of something more vulnerable beneath the usual carefree surface.

Gojo glanced up at you, that familiar grin slowly pulling at his lips. “But you, you’re different. You don’t want anything from me. You’re not looking for anything—just here, in the moment. It’s like you just… want to be here, and that’s enough. It’s rare. And honestly? I appreciate that more than you know.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his straightforward comment, but it didn’t seem like he was fishing for a response. It was almost like he was just observing things as they were. He shot you a grin, his usual playful energy returning.

“Anyway, that’s just how I see it. No big deal,” he added with a casual shrug, as though he hadn’t just shared something unexpectedly honest.

You couldn’t help but smile a little, the ease of his words making everything feel lighter. “Well, I guess I just don’t like bothering people with my stuff. You’ve got enough on your plate already.”

Gojo’s smile softened, but it stayed light, like the conversation was just another passing thought in the night. “You’re not bothering me. Never.” He paused, his gaze meeting yours for a brief moment before continuing, his voice unchanged. “That’s why it’s easy to talk to you. No pressure, no expectations. It’s nice, actually.”

The way he said it made it feel like a simple fact, no weight behind it. It was just Gojo being Gojo—easygoing, direct, with no hidden meaning.

You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief settle in your chest, even though the curiosity still lingered. You didn’t need to dissect it now. There’d be time for that later.

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it,” you said, the smile still hanging on your lips. “Just don’t go getting all sentimental on me now.”

Gojo chuckled, the familiar grin returning as he nudged you lightly with his elbow. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you continued walking, the night stretching out ahead of you. There was no tension in the air, no heavy unspoken words. Just two people walking through the quiet streets, each with their own thoughts and the faintest sense of understanding passing between them.

As you reached your door, the night’s quiet settling around you, you turned to Gojo, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion still lingering in the air. You could feel it—the weight of everything unspoken between you two, the subtle tension from earlier now thickening in the cool night.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, your voice lighter than it had been earlier, but still threaded with something unidentifiable. You gave him a small smile, but it was different this time, more open, almost a little hesitant. You didn’t know why, but it felt like there was something hanging in the balance between you two.

Gojo nodded, his usual playful grin softened by something else in his eyes. “Of course. Wouldn’t leave you to walk alone.”

You stood there for a moment longer than you expected, the night stretching on, and something about it felt strangely familiar. The world around you seemed to blur for a brief second, and for a heartbeat, it was like you’d been here before—standing exactly like this, talking to him, just like yesterday.

And for a moment, it felt like déjà vu.

Before you could fully process the thought, Gojo spoke again, his voice softer, more sincere than you’d heard it all night. “You’ve been spacing out a lot today. You sure you’re okay?” he asked, his gaze lingering on you. There was an intensity to it, like he was seeing something in you that you hadn’t shared.

For a second, it felt like everything around you paused. This has happened before, you thought again, the sensation growing stronger. You could almost hear the echo of his voice, feel the weight of the night, like some strange repetition that you couldn’t escape.

You forced the feeling away, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just tired.” But even as you said it, you felt that faint discomfort creeping in, as if your own words didn’t quite match the way you felt.

Gojo studied you for a moment, and in that silence, something seemed to shift. He took a small step forward, closing the distance between you ever so slightly.

And then, like a memory replaying, he reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered at the back of your neck before his hand moved to cup your cheek, his touch so unexpectedly soft, so... tender. The warmth of his palm against your skin made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, everything around you felt real, but also like it was slipping into something more unreal.

His eyes locked onto yours then, gaze soft but intense, and you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you in that moment. He didn’t say anything, but the way he was looking at you felt like he was searching for something, like he was trying to figure out the pieces of some puzzle that had been left incomplete for too long.

It wasn’t until you realized you were holding your breath that you snapped back to yourself, blinking quickly as the déjà vu hit you full force. The way his fingers brushed your cheek. The weight of his gaze. The almost impossible tension between you two. It felt like it had happened just the night before, like a scene repeated but with more meaning this time, something in the air different, but still the same.

“Satoru…” you whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure if you were still standing in the present or if you had somehow crossed into something else entirely.

He didn’t respond immediately, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over your skin as if savoring the moment. The touch was gentle, careful, but there was something else there too. Something deeper.

And then, just as you were about to speak again, to ask what was going on, something shifted. The air seemed to hum with an unfamiliar energy, and Gojo’s hand dropped away from your face as he took a step back. His eyes were still locked onto you, but this time, there was a flicker of uncertainty behind the playful glint, as though he, too, was questioning something he couldn’t quite place.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other, the silence thick with something unsaid, something almost tangible. You couldn’t tell if it was you or if it was him who was feeling it—the electric tension that seemed to pulse in the space between you.

Gojo’s voice broke the silence, but it was quieter than usual. “Guess I should get going.” His grin was back, but it was softer now, like he was still holding onto something he couldn’t fully let go of.

You nodded slowly, unable to shake the feeling that this moment, this exchange, wasn’t quite over yet. As he turned to leave, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching him go. The weight of everything you had just felt hung in the air like a question, and you were left standing there, feeling the weight of the déjà vu, the strange familiarity of it all.

But before you could fully process it, the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, leaving you standing at your door with the echoes of that moment still lingering, unanswered and unresolved.

#gojo satoru #angst #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo angst #tiiraameesuTOTGA

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writingmeraki · 1 year ago

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unsaid, unkept, ugly emotions.

a seventeen hip hop unit imagines !

IN WHICH, the uglier side of feeling too much getting more messier than it already is for both parties involved.

(or in which for different reasons, it just seems you aren't meant to be.)

pairing : svt!hiphop!unit x gn!reader, friend's crush!seungcheol, best friend's other best friend!wonwoo, rival's friend!mingyu, rockstar! vernon.

genre : angst, no comfort. ( for now )

warnings : mentions of injuries, inaccurate basketball terms, cussing, messy, heartbreak, contemplation, arguments, miserable people, miscommunication, everyone gets hurt, a lot of unspoken feelings, like emphasis on that you may get annoyed. ( not proofread ; we die like hyyh yoonkook )

author's note : i tried so hard to make gyu's messy but i just couldn't ( you'll find out ) these plots are soo random and specific pls but so funnn to write! also me uploading this much is trying to make up for very less updates for the last months of 2023. I missed milestones and I want to make up for those soon too! gahh anyways let me know what you think of these, im actually nervous abt this ngl ( also i just noticed soo much friend drama oof-)

VOCAL UNIT VER. | PERFOMANCE UNIT VER.

word count : 4.1k ( they are getting longer...)

ᯓ★ | seungcheol.

He was off limits.

From the moment you knew your best friend, Haewon, had a crush on him, he was not supposed to ever be in your radar of romantic boundaries as per the rules of being a best friend.

Seeing her going crazy for a boy like him at first really made you question if there was something wrong with you because you just couldn’t quite see it.

Sure he was literally the definition of tall, blonde and gorgeous. Sure he had adorable dimples that made him look less intimidating than you thought he initially was. Sure he was also the frat president as well as the captain of the soccer team making you wonder how he was able to still balance getting great grades.

Well. There was a slight possibility you could see what others saw.

Maybe even more when the time you tried to play wingman for Haewon at a party where you lost her because apparently she was looking for him but said guy turned up right beside you as you were contemplating on what would least likely not kill your liver if you had it resulting in having conversations about cherries ( you don’t even know ) and him trying to convince (gaslight) you into soccer being one of the greatest games of all time.

You didn’t get convinced but for the time it felt right to agree to what he said if it meant those adorable dimples would show up when you did.

You were so screwed.

Another thing Choi Seungcheol had was a great memory, because he seemed to remember you when he saw you walking down the hallway with Haewon as he smiled so widely at you in greeting.

“Haha yeah hey! um…This is Haewon by the way! Haewon, Seungcheol.” You had to nudge her to snap out of her daze and she extended her hand in greeting as he politely shook her hand.

“That reminds me, I forgot to ask you last night but uh can I have your-”

“Oh would you look at that! We’re getting late for class! I’m so sorry Seungcheol, we’ll have to leave!”

That moment you think you were so going to hell when you saw how quickly his smile fell and how his sparkly eyes dimmed down because it felt like you committed a sin then and there. You think you saved yourself from committing a sin but it didn’t feel less dreadful as you grabbed her hand and rushed as quickly as you could.

In the opposite direction of where your class was.

“WHAT WAS THAT-”

“Listen- when you were looking for him last night- I swear I don’t know how but he was right where I ended up sitting and he-well, we talked I suppose-?”

Her eyes widened at your words and you raised your hands in surrender,

“I promise I didn’t even know when he showed up, I tried to message you and even find you but you seemed gone until the moment we were leaving.”

“Plus the reason I didn’t tell you last night was I was tired! I was here trying to play wingman while the person in love was seemingly gone-”

She sighed and nodded at you, “You don’t have to explain, I know he’s not your type, you made that clear a lot of times actually it’s kinda hilarious.” She giggled as she recalled the countless times you chastised her for daydreaming about him. But now, you couldn’t stop the stupid tinge of bitterness in your heart.

Right. Not my type.

Suddenly her eyes widened as an idea struck her, “That’s it! He was gonna ask for your number right? You can try and set me up then!”

“I well- I don’t know-”

“Please! You know how I have been trying to get to know him even.”

You didn’t want to say it then but you thought about how trying meant actually doing something rather than just gazing from afar. At least become friends with him was the words you told her countless times but she paid no heed, retorting how it was not that easy.

But it was easy because what’s the worst that could happen? Him having a partner? So it wasn’t the end of the world, others existed!

Too bad you were easy to persuade, questionably easy because all it took were her doe eyes pleading at you to agree.

“Fine- I’ll try- but no promises.”

As she hugged you and squealed words of gratefulness to you, you couldn’t quite put a finger on it then but,

You didn’t understand why it felt a part of you couldn’t seem to share the same happiness, conceivably a lingering dread there that knew something was surely going to go wrong.

✮⋆˙ | wonwoo.

Everytime Jeon Wonwoo had the ever so unfortunate ( according to him ) time to exist in the same room as you, it seemed like an impending doom for him.

His heart felt weird, his stomach dropped, his throat parched.

He hated it.

He was an individual who knew what they wanted in life. Never unsure nor second guessing, always able to classify their emotions in proper ways. Systematic is the right word. Able to know what exactly he wants to do in his career, how to behave with his friends, when to be serious and when to have ‘fun’.

So what happens when you completely throw him off the rocks with your mere existence?

He hates you. That’s how he tags the emotions he feels when he sees you and what does hatred sprout? Indifference.

Too many questions asked but it’s what Wonwoo declares.

Though, he thinks the first mistake is to think he’d be able to avoid you considering the fact that you were his best friend/roommate’s good friend. Meaning you spent around twenty to twenty two hours at their place (Yes he counted) and he absolutely hated it.

He hated how your giggles would ring out in the entire apartment when Mingyu said a half-assed joke, it literally made his chest feel uneasy. He hated how your eyes would always twinkle when you would be talking to Mingyu, it made his stomach drop and sigh in disbelief.

Was Mingyu that oblivious to how much you liked him?

Now this was a question that made Wonwoo almost throw up. Odd.

“You know if you don’t make a move, he won’t even know right? I know you think he’s one of the smartest but in the romance field, I think even fucking Jihoon beats him at that.”

Or perhaps Wonwoo was just very oblivious to how much you liked him.

You shook your head at Mingyu’s words as you both walked up to his apartment, the butterflies in your stomach already churning at the thought that Wonwoo was likely home.

“And also it’s getting concerning how much time you spend in my apartment for the sake of him, like at this point just move in you creep—HEY!Ow!— that hurt you ass!”

“It’s not that easy,Gyu,he’s – he’s Wonwoo for God’s sake!”

“That’s exactly why it’s easy! It’s Wonwoo! Be direct with him. I’ve known him for years and trust me, he won’t know until you spit it out to him!”

Maybe…maybe he was right. Afterall he had been friends with Wonwoo before even knowing you.

“What if he doesn’t even feel the same–”

“Be serious. He literally looks like a lovesick fool when you’re over–”

“Maybe he’s just sick of me coming over.”

Mingyu stopped walking and you didn’t even realize until you were a few steps ahead. Pausing when you finally saw he wasn’t beside you.

His expression was like he was close to ripping out his hair from frustration while also being flabbergasted. It was kinda hilarious and you had to gulp to prevent laughing because you were sure he might just kill you.

“Okay! Okay, fine– I'll listen to you– maybe not confess today! But I'll ask if we can hangout or something,happy?”

“Very.”

You rolled your eyes at his words as you both began climbing up the stairs, telling him to shush with his teasing as the tips of your ears began to feel warm and the blood rushed to your cheeks with every scenario you imagined.

Maybe if you thought that the upcoming scenario would ever occur. it would have hurt less.

As you waited for Mingyu to pull out his keys, you could feel your nerves igniting through your skin and your stomach churning. But before Mingyu could insert the key, the door opened.

You wouldn’t have questioned anything, if it weren’t for the obvious messy hair, hickey marks trailing down her exposed neck and of course, the star of your daydreams right behind her, standing with a surprised face.

It was obvious what had occurred, the confirmation lying in the bruises on his neck.

“Woah–uh.” Mingyu stuttered awkwardly, and you could feel his sympathy as he glanced at you. You couldn’t think of anything else other than how…right you were and how wrong Mingyu was.

You didn’t know who she was but it wasn’t her fault. Or anyone’s. Maybe yours. So as a weird tension simmered through the air, you looked away from them and just turned to Mingyu.

And for the first time in his life probably, he was lost. Jeon Wonwoo was lost because why did he just feel like he committed a crime when he wasn’t even yours anyways?

He hated the way you looked away, not missing the hurt that flashed across your eyes as you realized what he probably was doing.

You didn’t even notice she’d already left, smiling at Wonwoo and signing him to call her back, again. Probably not the first time, you thought.

“Uh-Gyu- I’ll go now, It’s getting late for me anyways,”

You really tried to stop your voice from cracking, the lump in your throat making you want to choke and die then and there. So you just looked at Mingyu, purposefully ignoring the way he looked at you in sympathy.

His stare seemed to burn into your side profile. The words on the tip of his tongue, but what? It all felt like a lot but nothing at the same time. Wonwoo didn’t know what to say.

Nodding goodbye to Mingyu and glancing at Wonwoo, offering a tight lipped smile as you waved, and then without saying anything you turned around.

Mingyu frowned. His best friend couldn’t own up to his feelings for you and just when you were about to take a step forward, he somehow ended up fucking it up completely.

What a mess.

“Come on, we need to talk.”

Mingyu said seriously, putting an arm over Wonwoo’s shoulders, albeit a little forcefully which caused the other boy to almost stumble over.

It seemed it was now up to him now to sort out this mess and hopefully it doesn’t get worse from here.

✩₊˚. | mingyu.

Being the new captain of the basketball team had its perks. Sure, you now officially got tagged as a ‘jock’, a title in itself that held its own benefits, probably more than just when you were another player in the team.

But its disadvantages seemed more at the moment when you found yourself under the angered gaze of none other than Yoon Jiwoo. Another player of the basketball team. Shooting guard was the position.

By all means, it wasn’t your fault she was not captain, it was her own actions that did not get her the position. And plus, it wasn’t like it was bad not being a captain, Yeri was a small forward, yet probably the best one at it. So it was at the end of the day, nothing to you but just more responsibilities with the title.

Plus, it was also voted by the rest of the players that you deserved to be captain this time when it was time to appoint a new captain. Jiwoo had been a captain before Lisa became that year, but she left and so there had to be a new choice made.

With Jiwoo’s unfair hatred towards you, also came a similar animosity from her group of friends. Well you think Jiwoo wants them to share the same feelings as she does but you doubt they care enough, usually neutral towards you or sympathetic even as they tried to reason her animosity being useless.

They were five or six if you could remember correctly from the times they’d drop her to practice or come to pick her up sometimes. Apparently one of them was her cousin Yoon Jeonghan and you could surely see the similarities in them from the way unrealistically attractive they both looked.

But the one that stuck out most to you was Kim Mingyu. Her best friend. And the one who supposedly hated you the most, after her that is.

Then why did he feel anything but hate? He couldn’t stop looking at you during your practice when he stuck around to wait for Jiwoo, as if in a trance as his gaze remained on you.

He couldn’t stop the way his heart sped up when you grinned so widely as you scored, tackling your teammate in a hug. Why was he suddenly envious of the people who got to experience your joy?

In his defense, he liked you way before you were even captain. It was probably since the day he first saw you try for the teams and he thinks it was fate that he got to stumble onto you that one sunny afternoon.

You were nervous for your trials and he was nervous from the way your hair prettily rested on your cheeks and made you almost glow in the sun. Yeah, he was convinced it was love at first sight.

Though he feels liking his best friend’s rival was…confusing. He didn’t know if he could take a side or if he should even question taking a side.

“You pushed them on purpose Jiwoo!” Yeri yelled at her as she held you upright. You couldn’t even make out some of the words as you focused on the pain shooting up your ankle from the way it twisted.

“We all saw it, stop acting like you did nothing!”

“Exactly, you have this weird hate boner for them since you couldn’t get your stupid captain title!”

You were sure the first voice was Chaewon while the other was Yeri.

“Why are you all ganging up on me? It wasn’t on purpose! Ask-ask someone else as well!” Her voice got louder and louder as she finished her sentence. She didn’t expect people to take your side. Although her plan was just a little shove to keep you off balance as she got the ball in her hand, she did not expect you to twist your ankle completely.

“It’s fine- just- just leave it. It was a mistake, I just-” Your words were cut off as you hissed out in pain again as you attempted to get up, only to tumble down again, luckily held up by Yeri and Chaewon.

They sat you down on the bench as they huddled around you in a panic. You pulled off your shoes, scrunching your nose from the smell but the pain quickly took your focus from that.

“Hey! What’s going on?” You heard someone say as they entered, their voice familiar to you. Mingyu had come to pick up Jiwoo as usual, not knowing she left sneakily when they were focused on you, when he saw everyone huddled together, confused when he couldn’t see you amongst the first few he saw.

He didn’t need to peek over due to his well…giant form, but he saw you sat down in the middle as he got closer, caressing your leg. His eyes widened when he saw your ankle swollen up and an angry red shade that was definitely not natural.

“Shit that looks bad.” You looked up and you swore you thought you were hallucinating. Because no way was Kim Mingyu out of everyone looking at you with nothing but worry and concern. He still looked…good. As always. Per usual. You think you got distracted from your pain for just a minute as you stared at him for a few seconds, him seemingly not noticing as he kept his eyes on your ankle.

“Blame your girlfriend.” Yeri scowled as she spitefully retorted, as Chaewon dug her elbow into her side to which she yelped and glared at her.

“Girlfriend?” He turned his attention towards her, resembling a confused puppy as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeri.” You spoke up firmly before she could say anything, looking at her with a look that told her to keep her mouth shut,not wanting to make this a bigger scene than it already was. She sighed and rolled her eyes, ultimately not saying anything.

You moved your leg around for a bit, deciding you should give it a go again to stand up, and drag yourself to the infirmary. And when you did stand up, it seemed you really overestimated yourself or perhaps underestimated your injury because next thing you knew you lost balance again.

But lucky for you, instead of landing right on the wooden floors and having a blistered lip, you landed right on Kim Mingyu. It only occurred to you now just how much taller than you he was when his whole form almost engulfed you.

“Woah. Take it easy, you’ll get hurt more.” He had wrapped one hand on your waist while the other held your arm. You think his touch burnt you more than anything because you felt yourself begin to warm up.

“How about I take you to the infirmary? Sorry I didn’t say it sooner, I was just confused on what Yeri said and-”

“It’s-uh-it’s fine- I’ll go by myself-”

“Are you crazy?! You can’t even stand!”

You blinked, taken aback by his words, even more so with just how concerned he seemed,his eyes glistening with it.

Kim Mingyu was someone you thought you knew but apparently you did not because a few minutes later, you found yourself being piggy-backed by him to the infirmary as he was scolding you about taking better care of yourself.

You tried to reason that Yeri and Chaewon would take you but they both were adamant on Mingyu taking you, while they would go and look for a certain someone ( You prayed they would not be kicked out of the team).

His grip on your thighs, his shampoo that you could smell, his shoulders that were just so…so broad you couldn’t even fully wrap your arms around them…just him felt so overwhelming. Your pain was long forgotten as you tried not to freak out over how you were currently feeling over him.

But with the way he seemed, the way he acted, was it wrong to assume that perhaps, there was a possibility these feelings weren’t so one-sided?

Well, only one way to find out.

₊˚⊹⋆ | vernon.

They say people shine their best when they are in their element doing what they love. But to you, Chwe Vernon shone even in the dimmest lights as he sat down in front of you.

It was just a few minutes before their gig. Him and his friends ; Jungkook, Mingyu and Eunwoo from what you remember, were all a part of an upcoming rock band. They were actually gaining more fame as time passed and you were proud to be one of the few who witnessed their growth from the beginning.

They began from your small bar right in the downtown area where you worked as a bartender, you remembered their first performance, you were told it was their first gig actually. Now they are close to being signed up by a company, still wanting to perform one last time at the place where it all began.

To you, he was the boy you’d always admire from afar, knowing there was no actual probability of him seeing you in that light. Even now, considering their gaining fame, you’d see the type of people that would swoon over him, even a few celebrities and models you remember.

He was…a star. Far away and admirable but never in your reach. And stars are better to admire than seek anyways.

Though, it seemed your star wasn’t that far away from you as you thought. In fact he was much closer to you than you could even comprehend.

In other words, Chwe Vernon was head over heels from you. Since the first time he performed and spotted you when you were busy serving drinks, since the time you told him how great they performed as he sat down in front of you while you talked about what interested you, your eyes gleaming under the dim bar light. And he thinks it was very much obvious what felt when he saw your wide grin, dimples poking out as you finally served him his drink.

Whisky wasn’t something he liked, but you had recommended a certain combination with it and he thinks nothing else tasted sweeter that day.

Sadly everyone around you but you saw that. Too focused on how you weren’t ever going to be a possibility because you thought he was just unattainable instead of thinking of the probability of just how much he may have liked you.

“Nervous?” You smiled at him as you finished setting up the remaining glasses for the night, ready to serve knowing it would be a very busier night than usual due to them performing.

Yes, yes he was nervous but not because of performing but because he was about to confess.

“Haha- yeah- no! I mean uhm no- we’re- we’ll be fine.” He wanted to cuss at himself for stuttering, probably looking foolish, but he thought it was fine when he heard your giggle as you shook your head.

“Oh you are. You’re already the best and I assume and hope it’ll only get better from now on.”

With you. It would get better with you because anything feels better with you.

He wishes he could say it out loud, but maybe soon enough. That is if you don’t reject him. Yeah he doesn’t know what he’ll do if you do. Throw up probably. Or die. Dying seems good actually, he thinks.

“Vernon? Here.” He snapped out of his thoughts as he blinked, looking down at the drink in front of him, confused because he didn’t order anything.

“On the house, from me. It’s my favorite drink actually. I-uh hope you like it.” He thinks even if you served him garbage he’d still be delighted, extreme but meh it was close to how he fell for you. Extreme and down bad.

“Oh then I’ll love it for sure.” Because I love you.

Your grin grew wider as you were about to say something, you heard your name being called by your co-worker.

“Oh- I’m sorry I have to go now! I’ll be here when you perform for sure! Good luck!”

“It’s okay, you’ll be here afterward.”

You looked at him apologetically as he shook his head, knowing you were just doing your job and nodding to you to go, to which you waved goodbye at him.

Perhaps you really underestimated your own words because apparently you couldn’t make it there. You were called by your mother who had gotten sick at home and needed someone to take care of her.

You thought about whether you should inform Vernon but figured it wouldn’t be too much of a big deal, telling your co-worker to let him know in case he asked afterwards but you doubt he would, probably exhausted after the long night. You forgot your co-worker was switching shifts mid-way with another one, one who would obviously not know your whereabouts.

And now as he got ready to sing the song he’d written for you, for you with very obvious lyrics about you, the moments with you, he searched for you but…you were nowhere.

You weren’t there.

Did you find out? Did you know? Did you think it was too much?

All the questions arose in his mind as he shut his eyes and breathed in to calm himself. He couldn’t lose his cool on stage when there were so many fans waiting for him to perform.

He looked at his bandmates, and shook his head, not wanting to look at them again as they looked at him sympathetically.

“That’s it for tonight! We hope you continue supporting us in the future! Have a goodnight Seoul!”

He said and this time as he felt anything but content, his heart heavier than ever and mind in a haze.

Maybe in this lifetime, you’d both remain two separate stars. Far and never-crossing.

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drowninginblox · 7 months ago

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Never read Fanfiction in the Kitchen at 3am. Or do.

Kurt Wagner (nightcrawler) x reader fanfic Reader and Kurt or similar ages, GN reader (don't mind how gendered the German language can be!), Mutant reader, very self-indulgent, and fic awareness BTW You can put in any iteration of Kurt you want. I just have a '97 and Fox bias (Yes my taste is shit, why are you surprised??) Btw this is written in the second person POV. I am not sorry.

It was late. You should have gone to bed.. what? Three hours ago? But you were being f e d. Your fave just uploaded after a year-long hiatus for a ship that you knew would never happen- Nightcrawler X Reader.

You were sitting in the kitchen, kicking your feeding and giggling into the hoodie you were using as pajamas. Oh, the professor must be so disappointed in you. But who cares! If he wants to know that you think his lingering gase whenever he talked about Magneto was grounds for a classic case of internalized homophobia then that's on him. He wouldn't be looking into the hellscape known as your mind if he didn't want to know the absurdity of the X-Men fandom.

You only lurked from the sidelines, giggling at the headcanons and imagine scenarios that people made up for the majority of the X-men. The funniest were always Logans even though most of them are so well written. But now was not the time for that- you were indulging in your crush on Kurt. This author is characterizing him pretty well all things considered. I mean yeah, they emphasize the tail a bit, and don't really lean into his German but- you'll take what you can get. Most of these people are humans that don't really divulge into mutant territory. But you think this writer is one. It's either that or they've done their research. They really understand the struggle and don't shy away from the animosity that comes with living with physical mutations.

You take another sip of tea as you read, savoring the dialogue of the reader insert. This Y/n is hilarious but sensitive. "Whatcha reading?" You immediately close the laptop as you jump- almost spilling your tea as you see Kurt, eating a banana. You shakily put down your mug "Holy fuck Kurt-" You mumble, taking a breath. "You scared me! What the hell?!" He only laughs at your suffering, making you huff. "What are you doing up?" she asks lowly. Kurt's laughter dies down after a minute or so. "Oh, I was just hungry. And then I saw you! You seemed very invested in whatever you were reading. Was it saucy?" He mused, taking another bite of the banana. You sigh. "I don't need to tell you what I was reading, I just was." You defend as your mutation activates on its own. You, dear reader, can change color! Any color! But you don't control it all the time. Sometimes it reflects your emotions- like right now.

"That's a wonderful shade of pink you have mein bunter freund. Jetzt bin ich wirklich interessiert... What had you so invested?" Next thing you know, he's gone in a dark cloud. Then he's holding your laptop. Now he's sitting on top of the fridge. "Kurtis!" You nearly yell. "Give that back!" Your skin only grows into a hot pink. He only laughs from his position, opening up your laptop. "Come now it can't be that bad!" He looks down at your computer, reading the fanfic. All you can do is watch as his face gets closer to the screen. Your skin erupts in various shades of dark blues, purples, and greys while tears build in your eyes. Embarrassment and shame make lumps form in your throat. "I-I hope you're happy Kurt." You mumble as you walk away, not caring anymore about what he may or may not think of you because now he knows two of your biggest secrets. The first being you read fanfiction, and the second that you have a crush on him. Just great.

"H-Hey! Wait! Mein regenbogen!" You hear him call but you keep walking back to your room. This night can't get any worse if you just hide from it. Maybe tomorrow you can convince him to forget that this ever happened. Or maybe convince yourself that this is all a bad dream. He keeps calling your name until eventually he appears a yard away from your door, laptop in hand. "Listen I-" You take your laptop out of his hands. "First of all, I don't care that I like you-grabbing someone else's shit regardless of who they are is not cool Kurt. Second- I was not reading what you may or may not have seen and any mention of it that reaches me is going to equal to one hour of ass-kicking. Do you understand?" Kurt looks on at you, startled by the sudden hostility. "Kurt." Kurt blinks a few times before nodding. "Good. Nothing happened, I'm going to bed, goodnight." You manage to say before tears start to run as you rush to your room.

Before you can get inside, he grabs your wrist "Before you go- please- hear me out" You look at him. "Nothing happened Kurt-" "I like you too!" Your eyes immediately widen. Any words you had in store for him vanished, only replaced by awestruck stuttering. "Wh-what-" "I have loved you for years! I never knew you were interested let alone pining-! If I had known I'd have confessed to you earlier and I know that I shouldn't have taken your stuff, that was awful on my part. Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe, bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde es auf jede Weise wieder gutmachen.-" You blink a few times before taking a hand, making him stop immediately. "Meine liebe... my love? You- actually?" Kurt nods. "Almost as soon as I saw you." He squeezes your hand. "I- I didn't think you'd be attracted to-" Your eyes widen even more. "Kurt! Don't you dare finish that sentence! You are so handsome! You're the most handsome man I've ever seen!" You confessed. His face becomes a darker shade of blue as you realized what you just said.

"I-I am the most handsome man... you have ever seen?" he mumbles. He takes a few moments to process that. "So... you.." You nod. "For little over a year." He smiles. You can't help but smile back.

Who knew life imitates fiction? Let alone fanfiction?

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otakubimbo · 10 months ago

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.The Rabbit and The Wolf

Bad date and confessions

You’re still trying to get your not a date but a date with Iruka out of your head when you get some information that sends you into a spiral.

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5

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OBN: okay so i realized that i uploaded chapter 4 twice so here's chp 5, it's a lil shorter than the regular chapters cause i cut the original into 2. hehe. mwah!

All night long Kakashi’s face plagued your dreams, tossing and turning with the thoughts of him. As you awake, if you could even call it that since you didn’t even sleep, you realize you’re covered in sweat and your bonnet has escaped you in the night.

“Fuck” You groan attempting to pull yourself from the entrapment of your sheets. It was a long day before it even began, dragging yourself to the bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Yeah, you looked exactly like how you felt. Like shit. Hopefully, a shower will fix you up a bit; the steaming hot water should put some life back into you.

After your shower, you hadn’t even realized that you were already running behind, you would have to go visit your sister after training or you would be late. Barley putting yourself together, you hurry to the training grounds, but you are still late to your standards especially since Sasuke was already there.

“You look terrible” He comments, noticing you as you walk up.

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” You say pushing your palm into his forehead for his rudeness.

“Must have been one hell of a date.”

You groan with an exaggerated roll of your eyes telling him to watch his mouth, “It wasn’t a date Sasu, first of all. Second, where is your respect for your sensei and her personal life?”

“I’ve known you for too long for that to matter,” he says casually which makes you roll your eyes even harder as you give your body the stretch that he needed. Unfortunately, he was right, he was like a little brother to you, and just like a little brother, he was annoying.

“Are you seeing him again?” His question throws you off guard. He wasn’t one to usually ask these kinds of questions.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you nosy today? I mean, Yeah, we are friends. We will see each other when ya know we all hang or whatever.” You respond with a shrug of your shoulders.

“So, it didn’t go well.” He comments chuckling to himself. You flick him right in the forehead this time.

“Please stop” You groan putting your face into your hands. The last thing you wanted was more reminders of last night.

Eventually, the rest of the team shows up, well besides Kakashi of course, and they immediately both start pestering you about last night. The vein in your head would explode at any moment if they wouldn’t stop bothering you about it, so you made them a deal. If they could land a hit on you before Kakashi showed up, you would tell them about your night. You assumed it was going to be easy, except the training that you had been putting them through was having them show actual improvements. There were movements that you could feel they may have to take them with some type of seriousness.

“Well better luck next time, kids” You chuckle taking a place beside Kakashi as soon as he decides to arrive, “Took you long enough.” You elbow him in his side.

“I was actually late for a reason today. We have a mission.” He states holding up a scroll in his hand. “We just must deliver this, simple enough. But there is a festival happening in the village we are going to so I thought it would be nice. A reward for all the hard work.”

Naruto and Sakura celebrate, of course, while you look at the man confused. You place your hand on the side of his face to check for warmth.

“You sick? Who are you and what have you done with Kakashi?” You question as you’re still trying to gauge his temperature. He swats your hand away. You have never known this man to do anything easy.

“Yes, I’m fine. There's nothing wrong with taking things easy for once.” He remarks casually.

“Hmmn, well y’all have fun with that.”

“Oh. You’re coming on this mission too.”

“Me?” You question and you can see him smirking under his mask.

“Yes, you.” He responds, bringing even more joy out of Naruto. “We can discuss the details of the mission. Everyone else go get ready, it’ll be a three-day trip.” He dismisses the kids, and you stand there knowing that there must be something else going on for you to also have to go.

“So, what’s the actual mission?” You ask him once the kids leave.

“Your favorite, a little recon, a little stealing intel.”

A huge grin spreads across your face. These were your favorite missions, and they were always your favorite with Kakashi because there would always end up being some type of bet involved between the two of you.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Just like old times. I knew you weren’t getting soft on me” You playfully pushed him.

“There really is a festival and I do want the kids to enjoy themselves, that wasn’t a lie.”

“Awh you are getting soft on me in your old age.” You laugh at him while he just rolls his eye, and you stick your tongue back out at him in return. You were really excited for this. Back to what you were good at, what you loved. Maybe get to fight a bit, hopefully. You haven’t gotten your hands dirty in so long.

The two of you go your separate ways and you head to see your sister since you didn’t get to see her that morning.

The first thing out of her mouth when she sees you is about your ‘NOT’ date, which makes you immediately groan before you fill her in on everything that happened. By the time you were done, your sister was laughing her ass off at the whole ordeal.

“It’s honestly not that funny.” You grumble crossing your arms. Your sister was laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes, which she wiped away before settling down.

“It actually is considering you didn’t view it as a date at all and then he had such confidence to kiss you. It’s hilarious.”

At the very least, you were glad to bring a smile to her face even if it was at your expense. She was looking better and healthier, she even was feeling better according to her. Maybe she would be able to leave soon, you hoped.

“Anyways,” You start, making her lay back down “I actually have a mission to go on tomorrow with Team 7.”

“They’re sending those kids on such a dangerous mission it requires you to go?” She questions, a bit concerned.

“Nah, it's mainly a mission for me and Kakashi, they’re just coming with us because the old softy wants them to go to this festival.”

“Awh, he really is a sweet man” She compliments, and you snort.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It should be a fun easy mission though.”

“Good, I know you're ready to get back out instead of babysitting your big sister.”

“Don’t be silly, you always come before anything. You and me.” Your hand reaches out to hers, grasping her small fingers gently.

“You and me” She repeats back to you, using her other hand to pat yours, “I know.” Her smile is soft and gentle.

The two of you talked casually after that, about random things and whatnot until you had to leave. As you leave the hospital, you run into Kakashi.

“How’s she doing?” He asks as a greeting.

A smile sets on your features, your eyes softening with the thought of her “She’s doing really good actually, a lot better. I really think she could make it through this. Ya know, unlike our mom.” The smile on your face, wavering a bit.

“Well, she’s strong like you so I know she’ll be fine,” he says attempting to calm your thoughts, it’s as if he can hear the worried voice in the back of your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You say, pausing to look at him, realizing you had never thanked him for looking after your sister while you were away. “Uhm, thanks by the way.”

He looked down at you confused, “For what?”

“Ya know, checking on my sister and everything while I was off on all those missions.” You say avoiding his gaze.

“Of course, the both of you mean a lot to me, “he says so casually as if that didn’t make you stop breathing for a second.

‘The both of you’.

If you meant so much to him, why did he leave you alone after your night together and then immediately avoid you? If you were going on this mission with him, you would have to ask him. It had been hanging in your thoughts for too long.

“Thanks anyways. Can we walk and talk?” You ask nervously, not knowing how you would be able to approach this.

“Uh, sure.” He says and you immediately turn and start walking in the direction of your house feet moving automatically. “What did you want to talk about?” Your behavior was confusing him because you’re not one to act so nervous, hands fumbling with a shruniken with your lips pursed in thought.

“I was just thinking” You start not knowing where to really go with the conversation. He can tell there is really something on your mind so he’s patient and allows you to get your thoughts together.

“Ya know this is our first mission together since before my sister's wedding.”

“It is” he commented, assuming where this conversation was going. He just thought you were going to let it go by the way you had been acting previously.

“And then my sister's wedding happened.” You continue, even though you brought up the topic it was as if you were avoiding the main point.

“it did” His gaze follows down to your face as you steel your nerves to proceed.

“And then what happened after.”

“And then what happened after.” He repeated back to you, making you stop in your tracks to face him. You finally look up to meet his gaze on you. His expression is unreadable, but you knew you had to continue regardless of your hesitations. What were you supposed to be afraid of?

“Why did you leave and then disappear on me?” You ask, looking him dead in the face hoping your voice sounded stronger than you felt. There was a long silence between the two of you. His face is still unreadable, and you hoped he couldn’t see the small panic you were feeling. Luckily for you, your expression was as unreadable as his to him. Eventually, he’s the first one to break eye contact with a sigh.

“Because afterward, I realized I was in love with my best friend,” he confessed, lifting his head back up to hold your gaze once again.

It felt like your brain stopped working for a second. The gears in your head are completely unmoving.

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask, as your brain finally comes back online.

“I said,” He took a step forward, taking your face into his hand. The rough pads of his fingers move along your cheek. “That night I realized I was in love with you. That I had been in love with you for so long. And that terrified me because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You just stare up at him, eyes big as saucers blinking.

“You were in love with me?” You ask barely above a whisper. This was not what you expected.

“I am in love with you.” He corrected. ‘Am’ present tense.

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lycastatic · 10 months ago

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love your jinx story on ao3, you really get her character <3 would you consider writing something with the one bed trope? (i hope this is enough to count as a request) hope you’re well and best wishes^^

hi!!! thank u so much <333 apologies for this late upload TT college is taking up my time a lot ! note: this is a modern au ueueueue enjoy <333

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you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours - jinx x fem!reader

was it really hatred that kept the two of you away? or was it something else?

Jinx is…evidently annoyed.

It could be because she can’t find her house keys or maybe because of the fact you just blew up your paired project.

You stood beside her, drenched from the pouring rain after the two of you ran away from the explosion, not wanting to get detention this late in the school year. For a while, the only thing accompanying your occasional sighs is the jingle of her keys and the downpour against the roof. It wasn’t until the click of a door opening graced your senses.

“Oh, thank God.” You didn’t mean for it to escape your thoughts but the wind is getting unbearably cold and the last thing you want is to die from hypothermia. Your companion scoffed, “Yeah, whatever praise me later.” She remarked, pushing the door forcefully, her annoyance evident. She clicked on the lights, illuminating the unusually cozy apartment of hers. It’s uncharacteristically clean and cozy and so unlike Jinx.

The sound of her keys hitting a nearby table halted your sightseeing moment. You faked a cough, running a hand through your dampened hair, “Look, Jinx…I really am sorry—” Your words were cut off when a clean towel hit your face from none other than the blue-haired girl who only smirked at your face, “Save it for later, toots. Dry off.” She darted a glance at the door behind you, presumably the bathroom.

You nodded, awkwardly retreating to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief after closing it.

‘Oh my god…this is so awkward.’

Everything has been awkward since the beginning, anyway. You get paired up with somebody you dislike, you blow up your project, and now you embarrassingly follow her to her house. It couldn't get any more awkward than that, hopefully.

Despite the sound of the shower drowning everything out, you can hear some clatter outside. It could be anything. Or it could also be Jinx plotting to kill you or whatever. You did, in fact, ruin your two’s project. It seems justified.

If only your car’s tires weren’t punctured, you wouldn't stay the night here. But this is way better than walking in the rain and potentially missing a week of coursework.

Leaving the shower and being greeted by the harsh air-conditioned living room felt like a nightmare. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe during a thunderstorm doesn't sound like a good idea but what choice do you have anyway?

You walked your way to where the TV noises were coming from and saw Jinx sitting on the couch, unfazed by your presence. Or rather, not noticing your presence with how fixated she is on the cartoons playing on the screen.

You let out a cough, causing her to dart her eyes toward you. Her face is still a scowl and all you can do is smile awkwardly, “You know…this is usually the part where you ask me if I want to eat.” Jinx let out a scoff, “Oh, sure, princess. How about I do your laundry for you too? Dream on, doll. Kitchen's that way, help yourself.” She replied before once again returning her sight to the screen in front of her, deeming it more significant than your presence.

You walked in front of her, blocking her view of the show, “Hey! Move it, blockhead! It’s the best part now!” Your crossed your arms as she let out a huff and plopped on her couch, “What the hell do you want this time? I already told ya, I am not cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am trying to apologize. And for the record, I was making a joke earlier.” You replied which she only snickered on, “You’re bad at jokes, almost as bad as our grades the moment this semester ends!”

You groaned, “That’s exactly why I’m apologizing! Maybe if you didn’t put a feature for the bot to blow up, everything would be fine now!” You countered, the image of the robot the two of you built exploding still vivid in your mind. In your defense, you thought the button would only cause the robot to do basic functions, not blow up and completely damage a wall.

She rolled her eyes before pulling you down to her level, “Listen up, doll. Maybe if you stopped pressing all the wrong buttons, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” She smirked, observing the way you stammered with whatever you’re gonna say with how close she was.

‘She’s so close…’

You removed your wrist from her grip, “I fucking hate you.”

Jinx only snickered, “Likewise.”

The night went on with silence other than the occasional crunch of the chips that Jinx had been eating and the noises from the glowing screen in front of the two of you.

Frankly, you want to sleep and you could only hope for Jinx to feel an ounce of drowsiness, too, not wanting to be presumptuous and open whatever door there is expecting a guest room on the other side of it. Otherwise, you’re gonna be sleeping uncomfortably the whole night on her couch.

You could ask her where the guest room is, sure. But after that banter? You’d rather not speak. After all, this is only a night of being this near her.

3 minutes...

5 minutes…

‘Oh my gods…I wanna sleep so bad…’

10 minutes have passed and between your occasional passing out, you heard Jinx stand up and turn off whatever she was watching. Still, drowsy, you scrambled to get up, silently following her to wherever she was going.

She abruptly stopped in front of an open bedroom, making you bump against her. You mumbled an ‘ow’ before looking at the girl who seemed to be confused as to why you were following her.

“What?” You asked, still rubbing your forehead from the impact. She tilted her head, “Why are you tailing me to my room, huh?” She asked. You laughed, “Good joke, Jinx. I know a guestroom when I see one.” You walked inside the bedroom, a hint of surprise at how messy it looked, “You surely don’t clean your guest bedroom, huh.”

Jinx scoffed, “That’s because this is my room, genius. So why don’t you get out and go back to that little couch of yours, hm?” She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, annoyed at the sight of you in between the clutter of her room.

You gasped, almost too dramatically, “You want me to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the couch? Hell no!” You crossed your arms, persistent in standing your ground, “You can’t even offer your guest a bed? And here I thought you could get any worse!”

Jinx chuckled before walking towards you, “Well, I give my guests a bed sometimes, too…y’know. I’m not that cruel.” She replied, reveling in the way your brows furrowed, “Then give me a bed. I need a rest you psycho.”

“I only give them a bed if I spend a little alcohol with them and we end up on my bed, genius. And…” She eyed you, a smirk on her face, “You’re not my type.”

‘Oh.’

You immediately turned your back to her, retreating to wherever you dozed off earlier, “I’ll sleep on the couch. Enjoy your…uhm…bed or whatever.”

You can hear her laugh at the way you got flustered. You even heard her say a mocking ‘goodnight’ before her door closed. Good, now this is the part where you suffer.

You sighed, sitting on the couch. You had better sleep in campings than this. Not to mention how cold it is. Yep, this is it. This is where you probably die from hypothermia.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been asleep but you were awoken by somebody shaking you awake, “Hey, doll. Get up. Why do you sleep like a fucking cat?” You groaned, stretching as you sat up.

You saw Jinx standing in front of you, her hair unbraided. You almost didn’t even recognize her, “Get up. You’re getting the bed.” You chuckled, the drowsiness not leaving you, “I am not sleeping with you, idiot.”

The blue-haired girl groaned before pulling you up and pulling you to her room, “Well, neither do I, genius. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

You sat on her bed, staring at her as she prepared her pillows and blankets. In a way, you felt bad. You’re not entirely heartless either. You sighed, “Jinx, I get it. I was a bitch. You don’t need to do all that to make me feel guilty.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Wow, toots. Am I really that bad? Maybe I just want to help out your sorry ass. I’m not really in the mood for seeing someone freeze to death in my living room.”

“Thanks.” You replied, still feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah, you better be.”

You fell silent for a while. The only sound was the rain and the occasional thunder that still surprised you. You can hear Jinx chuckle every time she notices you flinch. The latter was silent the whole time except for the occasional remarks of how you’re such a scaredy cat. She seemed to be focusing on brushing out the tangles that her braids left behind on her hair. When you actually see her like this, not when fighting someone, or causing some trouble…you can say she’s pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

You averted her gaze, focusing on something else but her. You cleared your throat, “What? No.” You replied. It was a lie. And you’ve always been terrible at it.

She giggled, “Awh…come on, doll. It wouldn't hurt to admit.” You heard her move and in a second, she made you look at her. Instead of her usual harsh grips, this one’s gentler in comparison, “You are terrible at lying, you know that, right?”

She’s right. You can’t really deny it at this point. With Jinx in close proximity like this, you can smell that minty perfume she’s wearing. Her pink eyes seemed to taunt you every second. And those lips of hers that formed her signature smirk. You hate to admit it but yeah, she is pretty.

“Do you get a little kick when I admit you’re pretty?” You replied, taking her hand that continued to rest on your chin. She hummed, leaning closer, “You are insufferable, y’know that?”

‘Why is she so close…’

You fear that she could hear your heart beating with how loud it’s been booming in your ears, “You’ve called me that many times now, Jinx. Pick a better insult.” She only laughed, maintaining that short and absolutely tempting distance between the two of you, “Well, have I called you pretty before, genius?”

You scoffed, masking down the way she made you flustered with just that, “Taking a liking on me now?” She hummed, brushing the piece of your hair that fell, “And what if I do? You gonna do anything about that, doll?”

Wait…what?

You let out a nervous chuckle, confusion was evident in your eyes which she seemed to notice, “You’re pretty and snarky, and a bitch. It’s honestly not hard to notice you.” Oh god…this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

But no. No matter how many times you inwardly screamed at yourself to wake up, you’re still here. Inches away from Jinx, her eyes burning holes through you. You wanted to say something, anything at all, “I…I think you’re pretty, too.”

‘What the actual fuck was that?’ You thought, mentally facepalming at how much of an embarrassment you are. Jinx giggled, “Oh really?”

You sighed. There’s really no going back to this, huh?

“Well…yeah. I only really ever hated you because of how much you piss me off when you steal my chance to answer in recitations.” It was an embarrassing reason to hate someone, you admit that. But it really did piss you off for quite a long time, “And bout the bitchy part I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to come off like that.”

Jinx laughed, sitting beside you, “Okay, okay! Calm down genius.”

You sighed, “And also about the project, oh my god, I really am sorry I shouldn't have pressed any random buttons knowing you’re so much better than me at those things. Really, if I had a car I wouldn't burden you by staying in your house but I have no choice, and I—”

Her kiss was enough to shut you up.

You were surprised, of course you are. It’s not every day that you get kissed by Jinx, the person you absolutely used to hate, on her bed, on a rainy night.

It’s shocking but it’s not reason for you to return the kiss, too. Maybe, in a way, you’ve been vying to know what her lips felt like against yours.

It wasn’t long until your blue-haired companion broke the kiss, “Would you still kiss me if I told you I’m the one that slashed your tires?”

Her laughter is contrasted by your shock. But in a while, you just sighed. Yeah, it did make sense that she’s the one who did it. You just laughed before pulling her close, “Fuck yeah I would.”

The next morning, Jinx woke up alone. Typically, she’d immediately think that whoever was in her bed last night was rude enough to not even say goodbye. However, the smell of freshly cooked bacon reaching her room debunked that thought of hers.

She groaned, stretching out the remaining tiredness and drowsiness, “Fuck…what time is it.” Her hands reached out to the bedside table, expecting her phone but her hands caught on a paper instead.

‘Hey, idiot! I left early for class, and I made sure to make you breakfast. See ya later <3’

again, so sorry for uploading this so late!!! pre-college responsibilities are piling up <//3 rest assured, I'll still upload whenever i can! just drop me some requests <3

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sturn1olo-ffics · 2 years ago

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- INTO IT -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: pining???, use of y/n, maybe swearing, pretty sure that’s it for right now in part 1

- About: Reader goes on a trip to Florida with Chris, Madi, Matt, Laura, and Nick while trying to hide her feelings for Chris, but soon fails when they get alone.

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Chris and I had been friends for about a year or so before I realized I had feelings for him. The realization came when I was hanging out with Nick, telling him all about my day with Chris. March. Matt and Nick had caught the flu, so I got Chris out of the house for the day so he wouldn’t be around them too much. “No bro I know. Then Chris’ shirt got caught on the fire alarm and thank GOD I noticed before he walked too far and it pulled it-“ I began with Nick staring at me. “Y/n.” He interrupted. “Huh?” I questioned, confused as to why Nick was all of a sudden serious. “‘Chris this… Chris that… Chris this… y/n you’re so obviously in love.” He laughed, mocking me. “I am not, we just had a lot of fun and I wanted to share, but no never mind.” I sassed back, turning to grab the door handle in his room. “Ok… well when you realize it, don’t come crying to me. Actually—do come crying to me, I wanna hear about your boy problems.” He said, looking down at his phone. That was the night I realized. As I drove home, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for having feelings for Chris. He was one of my best friends and I knew that if I messed our friendship up, it would mess up my friendships with Matt and Nick as well. I couldn’t risk it. So I never told him That is, until now. June. The weather was warm and the sun set late in the evening. Laura booked an AirBNB in Florida for a week. It was about halfway through our trip when Matt started to notice tension between Chris and I. “Y/n what the hell is up with you and Chris?” Matt questioned. “What?” I responded, obviously confused. “I see y’all staring at each other all the time and y’all haven’t been apart for more than like… an hour the whole trip.” He started. “I don’t know, I mean I don’t think anything’s going on?” I said, walking towards me and Madi’s room to get dressed for dinner. “Alright, just asking.” He responded, walking off to the boys’ room. I did my hair and makeup and decided on an outfit to wear for our dinner reservations Laura made. After everyone was dressed, we walked down to the restaurant, which was just outside of our condo, and sat down at the table. “Hey, we should go to the arcade after this. It’s just down the block.” Nick suggested eagerly. “Yeah that’s good with me, what about you y/n?” Chris looked to me. Matt gave me a knowing look as I answered. “Yeah! I need to go grab my portable charger from the room though, my phones at 2%. Anyone wanna come with?” I asked. Before anyone could answer, Chris jumped on the opportunity. “I gotchu.” Chris nudged my shoulder and Matt looked disgusted at the action, almost like he wanted to laugh. We finished eating and the rest of the group headed down toward the arcade while Chris and I headed toward the room.

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A/N: Hey y’all! I’m going to be writing a lot the next few days so lots of fics will be dropping. This was the one y’all wanted first according to the poll, so hopefully it lives up to expectations 😭 Love u baes Part 2 out immediately after this is uploaded - I had to break it into two because my laptop is broken so bad 😕

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sunoostripletriple · 6 months ago

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the start k.s (smau)

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warning!!: crackhead, soft/fluff, lots of swearing, mdni

synopsis - > Y/N, on a whim, decides to prank text a random number. Little does she know, that fate has other plans. Instead of a stranger, her message lands in the inbox of Kim Sunoo, her favorite idol. What follows a whirlwind of unexpected conversations, shared interests, and perhaps the beginning of something beyond her wildest dreams. As their connections deepen, y/n finds herself drawn into Sunoo's world in ways she never imagined, navigating the complexities of fame, friendship, and maybe even love.

a/n: double upload since I once again have not updated my smau in awhile. I've been so busy with work and I had so many things to worry abt in personal life that I forgot I had an smau to work;-; goodness is this the life of a cursed ff writer? ahat

15. Girls night🖤!!

As the hours pass by, Y/N decides to walk to the station to meet her best friend.

Kacey, who is most likely rushing to meet her friend as quickly as she can, grabs everything she needs from the table near the door.

“Hey, pookie! Sorry, I’m late,” she pauses to catch her breath before continuing, “I had to wash the dishes quickly before leaving.” Kacey pouts.

“It’s all good I even said you could take your time earlier when I called you.” Y/N gives out a guilty smile while looking at her breathless best friend, who seems to be struggling to stand properly.

“Can you not stare at me like some dying puppy?” Kacey stands up after finally catching her breath.

“Anyways, are you ready? Where should we head off to?” y/n says as she links up her arm with Kacey smiling ear to ear.

“Oh,” Kacey starts, causing y/n to stop who was walking along with her. “What did you want to vent about?”

“Should we talk about it on our way to the cafe?” Kacey asks, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“It’s nothing big, just me being delusional again.” said y/n.

“Gorl, you always say that and brush off whatever's going on in your mind.” Kacey states, still walking at the same steady pace.

"Well, if I’m being honest, it’s not that much of a big deal,” the dispirited girl says, looking down at her feet.

“Wait, let me guess.” Kacey pauses before continuing, “It’s about Sunoo, isn’t it?” Y/N stares at Kacey in disbelief, wondering how the hell she found out that she’s been thinking about Sunoo.

“Bitch, don’t give me that stare.” the friend says as she playfully smacks Y/N on the arm, making both girls giggle in the making.

“Well, yeah. It is about him, but it's such a dumb reason.” y/n sighs,

“Spit it out. Stop edging me already.” the impatient girl says as she shakes her friend to say what has been bothering her the whole day.

"Okay, okay, but first, let's go inside the cafe.” Y/N says as she pulls the door towards her, motioning for Kacey to head inside before her.

“Well, thank you. I am very flattered.” Kacey says as a joke, bowing at you as she walks ahead inside the cafe.

“Okay, where were we? OH! Right, so what happened between you and Sunoo?” she claps.

“Did he start replying to you in a dry way?”

“How’d you know????” y/n says, crossing her arms jokingly.

“It’s so fucking obvious just by staring at you, and how you haven’t been spamming on your private account lately, so the only obvious answer to that would be something related to Sunoo,” Kacey utters in one breath without stopping to let the poor girl speak her mind.

“And to add to that you usually start our whole conversation with a “ ‘ So sUNoo sAid thAT MY skY PICture is pretty ‘ “ all giggly and shi-” Kacey retaliates adding more reasons to why she thinks Sunoo would be the reason why you’ve been feeling down.

“Wai-”

“Girl, if he’s ignoring you then you should also be doing the same,” Kacey says as she playfully rolls her eyes. “if he’s ghosting you then ghost him as well pookie. Two can play this game.” Kacey scoffs.

“But I feel bad for ghosting him though..” Y/N pouts at the thought of just ignoring the poor boy who doesn’t mean any harm by not replying as much.

“What if his manager found out about us texting and told him not to text me as much??” Y/N says trying to reason out with her best friend.

“Or, he could have your notifications on mute.” Kacey adds.

“Sadgicals, I feel so mean not replying though,”

“Omg, you need a reality check so badly” Kacey screams in annoyance, as she takes a sip of her strawberry ade.

“If a man ever replies to you that hella dry, it means he’s not interested in you, or you’ve been talking to a random person that's not Sunoo and the boys are just playing along with your delusions.” Kacey speaks out a bit more aggressively making Y/N feel even worse than before.

Kacey then realizes the mistake she made, as she looks at her friend who is as close enough to be her actual sister, and looks even more depressed than she was before.

“Look, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, but you need to sometimes think more realistically about this situation. I know you trust the boys a lot, but know that sometimes, they could also lie to make you happy.”

“You’re right, I should maybe text him less first to start with,” Y/N says fidgeting with the ring that's on her index finger.

“Then maybe I’ll forget about me and Sunoo ever-texting from the beginning.”

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mingiatz · 2 months ago

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Summary: Jiwon, a reserved biotechnology student, never expected her quiet late-night study sessions to include Kang Yeosang—an idol hiding from the world. What starts as an unlikely friendship slowly turns into something deeper. But with secrets, insecurities, and the pressures of fame between them, can they truly belong in each other’s worlds?

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x OC (Jiwon)

Trope: Idol x Fan

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Angst, Software & Awkward First Love, Fluff

Featuring: Ateez, OCs, late night walks, Lots of Fluff and Awkwardness

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 2000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Chapter Thirteen

Yeosang’s POV

“Good morning, lover boy,” Wooyoung grinned.

Yeosang groaned. “No.”

“Yes,” Mingi said, grinning. “Yes.”

San crossed his arms. “So. You wanna tell us what the hell happened last night?”

Yeosang rubbed his temples. “I want to go back in time and punch myself.”

Seonghwa tilted his head. “That bad?”

Yeosang sighed. “I said some things.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘things.’”

Yeosang muttered something under his breath.

“What was that?” Yunho smirked.

Yeosang glared. “I said—I told her I only think about her.”

Silence.

Then—absolute chaos.

San threw his hands in the air. “Finally!”

Mingi howled with laughter. “We did it, guys. We broke him.”

Wooyoung clapped dramatically. “What a moment in history.”

Yeosang wanted to die.

Then, before ATEEZ could tease him to death—three voices joined the conversation.

“Alright, move,” Emilia said, pushing through the group.

Yeosang barely had time to react before Hana and Harin followed.

The three of them—the chaotic trio who had somehow joined their friend group through dating ATEEZ members—were now standing in front of him.

“Okay,” Emilia started, crossing her arms. “Damage control. What’s the plan?”

Yeosang blinked. “Plan?”

Hana sighed. “Are you gonna talk to her?”

Yeosang paused.

Harin tilted her head. “Or are you gonna keep acting like an idiot?”

Yeosang scowled. “I’m not acting like an idiot.”

The girls stared.

Yeosang looked away. “…Much.”

Emilia rolled her eyes. “Listen, Yeosang. You’re not exactly subtle.”

Hana smirked. “And you’re lucky Jiwon’s the only person on Earth who doesn’t realize you like her.”

Yeosang felt his entire soul leave his body.

He was never escaping this, was he?

Harin patted his arm. “Don’t panic. Just—talk to her.”

Yeosang sighed. “She probably thinks I’m insane.”

“She probably thinks a lot of things,” Emilia said, raising an eyebrow. “But you won’t know unless you actually do something about it.”

Yeosang groaned.

I hate this.

I hate that they’re right.

But deep down—he knew.

There was no avoiding this anymore.

And then—his phone buzzed.

Yeosang snapped his head down, heart racing.

Jiwon [12:08 PM]: …

Yeosang stared.

That was it?

Just dots?

No real answer?

No explanation?

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Yeosang felt his entire body go tense.

Then, to everyone’s complete shock—

He threw his phone onto the bed and flopped backward, groaning dramatically.

“I’m doomed.”

San choked.

Yunho gasped. “Did he just—”

Mingi whispered. “Did he just collapse?”

Wooyoung grinned. “Oh, this is amazing.”

Yeosang clutched his pillow like it could save him.

“I can never see her again.”

“Okay, that’s a little extreme,” Seonghwa muttered.

“She left me on read,” Yeosang said, voice hollow.

San snorted. “Welcome to modern heartbreak, my dude.”

Yeosang covered his face with the pillow. “I hate this. I hate everything.”

Emilia smirked. “Yeah, well, that’s what you get for falling in love.”

Yeosang groaned.

Because now?

Now he couldn’t even deny it anymore.

Jiwon’s POV

Jiwon stared at her phone.

Why did I send that?

The three dots sat there, mocking her.

Jiwon [12:08 PM]: …

She had panicked.

Her hands had moved before her brain could catch up, and now—now there was no way to take it back.

She could have ignored his text.

She could have responded like a normal person.

But no—she had sent three useless dots and now she was sitting here, regretting every life decision she had ever made.

Jiwon groaned, dropping her head onto her desk.

I should say something else.

I should explain. Apologize. Something.

But every time she reached for her phone, her mind blanked.

So instead, she did what she always did when she didn’t want to deal with reality.

She opened her blog.

Maybe writing about ATEEZ’s latest performance analysis would distract her from the absolute disaster that was her social life.

Maybe—

Except the second she tried to focus, her thoughts betrayed her.

Because all she could think about was Yeosang.

Jiwon stared at the blank page.

The words wouldn’t come.

Not because she didn’t know what to write.

But because for the first time ever, she didn’t care about ATEEZ’s music right now.

She cared about Yeosang.

His words from last night played in her head over and over again.

“I never thought about relationships—until I met you.”

“I only think about you.”

Her heart skipped a beat just remembering it.

Because now—now she couldn’t pretend anymore.

She couldn’t keep lying to herself.

She liked him.

Yeosang.

She liked Yeosang.

The realization hit her so hard she almost pushed herself out of her chair.

Jiwon covered her face with her hands.

This was bad.

This was really bad.

Because if she admitted it—if she let herself believe that Yeosang might like her too—

What would happen when he found out about the blog?

The blog that he and the rest of ATEEZ loved.

The blog that he talked about, analyzed, admired.

The blog that he had no idea she was behind.

Jiwon’s stomach twisted.

Because what if he hated it?

What if he thought she was weird?

What if he felt betrayed?

What if he stops looking at me the way he does now?

The thought made her chest ache.

She couldn’t tell him.

Not now.

Not ever.

Jiwon slammed her laptop shut, pushing away from her desk.

She needed to stop thinking.

She needed to breathe.

She needed—

Her phone buzzed.

Jiwon’s heart jumped.

She grabbed it quickly, eyes scanning the screen.

Yeosang [12:14 PM]: ??

Jiwon froze.

He responded.

She stared at the screen.

Then—before she could stop herself—

She put her phone on silent and threw it onto her bed.

Because right now?

She couldn’t deal with this.

She couldn’t deal with him.

Not when her heart was racing this much.

Not when she was so damn afraid.

Yeosang’s POV

Yeosang felt like death.

He hadn’t slept.

Not even for a second.

After the disaster of the night before—after Jiwon leaving him on read, after his absolute meltdown in front of ATEEZ—he had tried to sleep.

He really had.

But every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts attacked him.

Jiwon.

Her voice.

Her expression when he had blurted out his feelings.

“I only think about you.”

The words haunted him.

So instead of sleeping, he had just… stared at his ceiling.

And now?

Now he was paying the price.

Their packed schedule didn’t help.

Between practices, interviews, and filming content, there was barely a second to breathe.

Yeosang felt like his soul had left his body.

He dragged himself into the dorm kitchen, moving like a zombie.

San, already sitting at the counter, took one look at him and winced.

“Damn.”

Yeosang grunted.

Wooyoung snorted. “Bro, you look like you fought a demon in your sleep.”

Yeosang grabbed a water bottle and glared. “I didn’t sleep.”

Silence.

Hongjoong sighed, shaking his head. “This is bad.”

Mingi nodded. “He’s officially broken.”

Yunho tried to sound positive. “Maybe Jiwon just needs time to process.”

Seonghwa added, “It’s not like she rejected you. She just… didn’t respond.”

Yeosang groaned. “That’s worse.”

Harin, sitting next to Emilia, raised an eyebrow. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No,” Hana corrected. “He’s being Yeosang.”

Yeosang glared at them.

Emilia patted his arm. “Just—don’t overthink. She’s probably just figuring things out.”

Yeosang sighed, rubbing his temples.

Overthinking was all he knew how to do.

But before anyone could say anything else—

There was a knock at the door.

Yeosang barely reacted.

Mingi stood to answer it—then froze.

“Uh…”

Everyone turned.

And Yeosang?

He almost stopped breathing.

Because standing in the doorway—nervous, determined, completely out of place in their dorm hallway—

Was Jiwon.

Jiwon’s POV

Jiwon took a deep breath.

This was it.

She had spent all night thinking.

Thinking about Yeosang.

Thinking about the blog.

Thinking about what would happen if she didn’t tell them.

And she realized—

She didn’t want to hide it anymore.

So now she was here, standing in front of ATEEZ’s dorm, about to turn her life upside down.

Mingi still looked stunned.

“Jiwon?”

She forced a small smile. “Hey.”

The rest of ATEEZ gathered behind him, all equally surprised.

San smirked. “This is a plot twist.”

Wooyoung grinned. “What, you missed us already?”

Jiwon let out a breath. “I… need to tell you guys something.”

Silence.

Then Hongjoong—ever the leader—nodded. “Come in.”

Jiwon stood in the middle of the living room, all eyes on her.

Her heart pounded.

How was she supposed to even start this?

She took a deep breath. “Okay. So… you know that blog?”

Emilia raised an eyebrow. “The one you all obsess over?”

Wooyoung nodded. “Yeah, what about it?”

Jiwon exhaled slowly.

“…I write it.”

Silence.

Complete. Absolute. Silence.

Then—

San dropped his drink.

Mingi gasped dramatically.

Wooyoung choked on air.

Yunho blinked five times.

Seonghwa just stared.

And Hongjoong?

Hongjoong looked like he was processing a glitch in the universe.

“You—”

“Wait—”

“You’re the blogger?”

Jiwon nodded hesitantly. “Yeah.”

Wooyoung gasped again. “THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

Mingi clutched his chest. “We’ve been SIMPING over YOUR posts?!”

Jiwon let out a nervous laugh. “Apparently.”

Emilia grinned. “I knew you were talented, but damn.”

Jiwon felt her face heat up.

San, who still hadn’t recovered, muttered, “I need to sit down.”

Harin laughed. “You guys are acting like she just confessed to a crime.”

Jiwon’s stomach twisted.

She clenched her fingers into her sleeves, voice quieter now.

“…I understand if you’re mad. Or if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore.”

Silence.

Then—

Hongjoong tilted his head. “Why would we be mad?”

Jiwon hesitated. “Because I—I never told you. And you guys… you liked the blog.”

Wooyoung snorted. “We still do, dumbass.”

Jiwon blinked. “Wait, what?”

Mingi grinned. “This is actually cool. Like—our friend has been writing the best ATEEZ analysis on the internet?”

San nodded. “Honestly, it just makes sense now.”

Jiwon felt her chest lighten.

They weren’t mad.

They still wanted to be her friends.

Hongjoong gave her a small smile. “We’re glad you told us. And honestly? We’re kind of honored.”

Jiwon laughed, relieved.

Then—she glanced at Yeosang.

And suddenly, her relief turned into worry.

He looked… exhausted.

Worse than exhausted.

His expression was blank, but his eyes—his eyes looked tired in a way that made her chest ache.

Jiwon bit her lip.

She turned back to the group.

“…Can I talk to Yeosang alone?”

Everyone exchanged looks.

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh, now you want to talk to him?”

Jiwon shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

Hongjoong chuckled. “Go ahead.”

Jiwon turned back to Yeosang.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t react.

Just nodded once, eyes unreadable.

Jiwon exhaled slowly.

Here goes nothing.

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cowboybeepboop · 2 years ago

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Late Night Fantasy

“Princess, is this okay?” “That’s my good girl,”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x AFAB reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2066

Summary: An innocent sleepover turns to something less than innocent

Warnings: perv steve, perv steve as your bff, play fighting, not proof read, masturbating, just oral sex, sappy ending, lots of lovey-dovey nicknames

a/n: i see a lot of like Eddie being a perv as your best friend and I could not find much steve as a pervy best friend so in the same fashion as how this started (me writing smut), I’ll just do it myself. Also this literally took like 4 months to write and idk why. Since I’m on break I’ll hopefully be uploading more frequently <3

We’re just friends.

We're just friends.

Steve repeats the same thing over and over again, barely being able to keep his mind off of you. It didn't help that you showed up on his doorstep in a soaked white t-shirt with a bright red bra underneath, it especially didn't help that he knew you were naked 50 feet away from him in his shower. It was almost like you did it on purpose. Like you knew he wouldn't be able to keep his thoughts pure.

For fucks sake. He runs a hand through his hair while slouching on his couch, he grabs the remote flipping through every channel until he finds some romance movie that he could cringe at. Because at least that would stunt his erection.

That was until you came into the living room, wearing his shirt and sweatpants, you smelled like him, you were wearing his clothes. Holy hell did he love this.

“Oh my god steve, I cant believe youre watching this without me.” you plop down next to him on the couch, drying your hair with the towel he gave you.

“Hm?” his eyes flicker to the screen, “Oh, yeah it was the only decent thing on.” he shrugs.

“Sure, sure.” you smirk, “I’m sure you were totally uninterested in seeing this hunk fall for his best friend who has been there all along, waiting for him to just notice her,” your tone is sarcastic and dramatic all at once.

“Y/N shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes and reaches for the remote.

“Wow Steve, no reason to resort to foul language,” you steal the remote from him, putting it on the other side of you.

“Give that back,” he furrows his eyebrows while crossing his arms over his chest.

“And what if I don't wanna?” you bat your eyelashes innocently and pout your lips. He leans over you grabbing the remote, you push him back, straddling his hips as you take it away. “Steveee, I’m watching this. Don’t be cruel,”

“I’ll let you watch it as long as you never whine again, you know I hate that shit.” you smile sweetly.

“I know,” you pat his cheek lightly, “it always makes you cave.” his hands rest on your hips, his body wants to grind them against his, but his brain is fighting every urge.

You shimmy off his lap, turning your attention back to the tv, Steve sits up and pulls your legs onto his lap.

“You'll be more comfortable laying down,” he nods, proud of his stupid excuse. You shrug it off fully laying down, his hands run up and down your legs.

Steve is driving himself insane. Why did he want your body on his, he knew it would give him a raging boner if your thigh was almost touching his dick, he felt like roaming his hands on your legs was taking advantage of you in some way.

God hes a fucking pervert and he knows it. He just doesn't care anymore.

Steve notices you sleeping, this makes him smile to himself. He turns off the tv and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his room. He lightly tosses you onto the bed, pulling the covers off so he can cover you up later, he pulls off the sweats you were wearing.

Harrington chews on his bottom lip softly as his thoughts run wild, on one hand he should probably deal with his boner before you wake up, but on the other hand youd probably freak the fuck out if you woke up alone in a bed you werent previously on.

“Baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he pulls up the blanket, covering you up. You groan quietly and turn to face away from him, “Y/N,” he tries again.

“What is it,” you mumble, half asleep.

“I’m going to take a shower,” rolling over you look at him sleepily. “Okay?” Steve questions softly, nodding in response you pull the covers over your head.

“Don’t take too long, Stevie.” Harrington practically sprints to his bathroom, he turns the shower on and strips. As soon as he takes his boxers off his dick jumps straight up, he sighs running a hand through his hair whilst biting on his lower lip.

Around 5 minutes pass with you tossing and turning before you give up on trying to fall back asleep, sitting up you cross your arms over your chest yawning quietly. Soft groans fill the air causing you to perk up, looking in the direction that they’re coming from, you slow your breathing trying to stay as silent as possible.

Steve groans out your name and you hop out of the bed, knocking on the bathroom door, “Harrington, is everything alright?” shit, shit, shit. His thoughts run all over the place, he hisses silently while keeping his hand around his cock.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Steve swallows a moan as he pictures you on your knees in front of him, your pretty little lips wrapped around his dick, leaving lipstick rings on his flesh.

“I heard some groaning, and I thought I heard my name. Are you sure you’re alright?” your hand is wrapped around the golden doorknob as you press your ear into the door.

“Mhm, everything is 100% okay,” Steve tries to keep his voice as normal as possible, though it shakes a bit as his movements become sloppier.

“Can I come in? Just so we can talk or something. It’s too quiet in your room,” Harrington’s eyebrows furrow as he throws his head back against the tiles, warm water spilling all over his chest.

“Of course, Angel,” his voice is barely loud enough to hear over the running water. Nevertheless, you open the door and take a seat on the lid of the toilet. Even though you came inside with the disguise of having a conversation, the room stays silent other than the shower running.

“Could you hand me a towel?” Steve sighs quietly, he’ll just have to have blue balls until you fall back asleep and he can sneak away again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you open the shower curtain to hand him the towel. “What darlin? Not even gonna try to sneak a peek?”

“Steve, don’t even joke about that,” his eyes trail over your body. You turn your back to him, keeping your eyes on the wall. He wraps his arms around your back, flooding your senses with the smell of his body wash and shampoo.

“You’re getting my shirt wet,” you pull at his arms, trying to remove them from your waist.

“I can get other things wet too,” Steve whispers into your ear, chills run down your spine as your face turns red.

“Steve!” you laugh softly while shaking your head. “You’re so childish,” your body relaxes into his.

“Y/N,” Harringtons voice is low as his lips hover over your nape, he moves a hand lower on your hip, squeezing gently. “I’m serious,” he presses a kiss onto your neck, “stop me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” his hand slips into your panties, using two fingers he runs them between your folds.

Your legs close subconsciously as you lean your head back against his shoulder, eyes tightly shut and lips parted. Steve pushes a finger into your hole, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “This okay, Sunshine?” using his free arm, he squeezes your breast.

“Mhm,” you bite down on your lower lip, moaning softly. Steve kisses the back of your neck, finger fucking you gently.

He inserts a second finger, widening his pointer and middle finger to stretch you out, you grasp onto his upper arm while trying to hold back moans.

“Let me hear you,” he whispers into your ear before biting on your earlobe, “don’t hold back, Y/N.” Harrington kisses your jawline, pulling your face to his, your eyes lock with his. “Fuck Y/N,” he kisses you passionately, pulling his hand from your panties and flipping you around.

Your fingers tangle into his hair while Steve's hands cup your ass. He lifts you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently, his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties.

Harrington leans over your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he lowers himself onto his knees and pulls your hips to the edge of his bed. Steve brushes his lips over your hip bones, he pulls your panties off, throwing them to the side.

“Princess, is this okay?” he locks eyes with you, his breath fanning over your pussy. You nod rapidly while leaning your head back, “I wanna hear you say it,” he leans away from you.

“Steve, Steve, please. I want this, I want you, please,” he smirks, dipping his head down, he sucks dark marks into your thighs.

“That’s my good girl,” wrapping his arms around your legs he spreads them wide, he kisses wet kisses up your thighs sucking in a deep breath as he reaches your throbbing clit.

Your body twitches in anticipation, he licks a long stripe between your folds, his lips landing on your pink nub. Harrington sucks on your clit gently, pressing his nose into your warm flesh.

You moan loudly, arching your body into him, “oh god,” he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud. Sending shivers all over your body, his fingertips squeeze into your flesh.

Steve pushes two fingers into your cunt, moving them in and out at an achingly slow pace, he sticks his tongue under your clit hood. Running the tip back and forth, before flicking upwards, he used his thumbs to keep your pussy lips spread. You feel a pressure building in your core, like an itch in your gut.

“Cum for my baby.. I want to taste you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your sweaty skin as sensations continue to build in my core demanding release. You tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him as close as you can.

He rubs the tip of his nose at the right angle into the sensitive bundle, hitting just the right spot. Your body shakes, you try to pull away as an itchy feeling of ecstasy takes over your brain, he presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles. You moan loudly as the itch starts to become overwhelming but he won't let up, he keeps pushing and prodding until cum spills out of your pulsing hole.

He licks up every last bit of cum he can, he wipes his mouth with a proud expression painted on his face, leaving his fingers to keep playing with your pussy pushing the orgasm further. Steve sits you up and brushes your hair back with his clean hand, tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” his voice is low and hoarse. Steve presses kisses on your collarbones, he pulls you into his lap.

“Steve..” you mumble against his chest, he lays back and pulls you against him.

“Yeah baby?” His hand reaches up to your head caressing your hair softly, “if you’re tired, then sleep” he whispers softly.

You press both hands against his lower stomach, lifting yourself off of him “not yet,” you move between his legs taking his hard dick in your hand, you peer up at him innocently as you wrap your lips around his tip. Steve moans while he wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling at the roots.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this forever.” he grunts as you start to lower yourself on his length, pushing it in as far as you can. His hips buck up into your mouth, “Darlin’ it won’t take much to get me off, you don’t have-” he cuts himself off as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his dick.

Much to his own dismay it took just a few minutes before he came, his eyebrows furrowed as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Steve grasps your arms gently and guides you onto him, he wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “Let’s sleep, Y/N”, he mumbles into your ear, closing his eyes.

You nod against him, your eyes begin to feel tired as the sound of his heart beat draws you to sleep.

#reader x steve smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things season four #perv best friend

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psaiouma · 2 months ago

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Cupid's Writing Diary - 3/5/25

Entry End of Day March 5th, 2025

Last we were here, I wrote a ~700 word nsfw drabble, was a 2.6k for mystery 'supposed to be valentines day' fic, and was whining about my cat, lol.

My updates are: I wrote another nsfw drabble for Rin x Nanase from Blue Lock and that one is good enough I might upload it to AO3, I'm now at 4.2k words AND I know the ending now, and my cat is STILL a brat and making noise. I'm watching her drink her water (after knocking something over in the laundry closet 'cause she LEARNED TO OPEN THE DOOR) and glaring at her. My boy is sleeping in a chair, quiet, peaceful.

Anyway,

I'm a little anxious to post the newest nsfw drabble, since it's a little less vanilla than I normally do... (SORRY TO INTERRUPT, MY CAT JUST STARTED CUDDLING BETWEEN MY FEET ON THE OTTOMAN AND I'M LIKE,,, you will not be abolished of your crimes, but FUCK she's so cute) and I just really don't wanna upset anyone. The premise is (in the vaguest and sfw-est way I can say) that Rin is upset post BM x PxG match [me too -raises toast-] and takes it out on sweet Nanase who is, as established in canon, Rin's property. And Nanase is absolutely thrilled to be so helpful. It's really yummy, imo. Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna post it. If people are upset then they're upset. Can't do anything about that.

AS for the more important thing!!! I'm having such a good time writing mystery valentines fic. I don't know why I'm so secretive about it? I just am determined to do so! [Though I DID cave and sent the WIP to Bee & Rov looool] I'm having a really good time writing this, but I do miss Snautism a lot... I think about them both! I also think a ton about Aftermath, but I'm always thinking about Aftermath.

Sorry, Youtube vid is playing in the background and I am notoriously unable to write while words are happening in the background, and that includes just texting. So I've been trying to write this Tumblr update for SO long. Soooo I'm just gonna wait until roomie goes to bed to finish bwahaha brb.

OKAY SILENCE, delightful. Man, I used to be able to think and write and do whatever no matter what was happening around me but the older (and more depressed) I get, the worse the ADHD gets, ahaha! But it was an easy wait, so hopefully my brain catches up again. [I'm also using these diary entries to just... talk. So I apologize if they're not exactly what you're looking for regarding specifically writing updates.]

Back to mystery fic--Now that I know the ending [I'm writing this entry because I came up with the ending today!] I feel like I can truly go full steam ahead instead of floundering about. Hell yeah. I still think that this is gonna be a bit... weird and not to people's tastes, though. However, reflecting on it, I guess I feel that way about everything I write lately. WELL, too bad, it's for meeeee <3 [And hopefully others enjoy it along the way! That'd be awesome.]

I also did some stuff the past couple of days that I'm really proud of! Hard to do stuff with depression, but I took off a whole bunch of to-do list items! And that's probably why writing was a bit easier today than it usually is.

Well... that's all from me! I love writing and I love Saiou and if you happen to like Nanarin then oh boy :))

I'd say nighty night but I'm gonna be a bad noodle and stay up a bit. One of the things we did today was roommate grocery shopping and as someone who rarely leaves the house........... it was a lot and the wind is OUT of my sails. Whew. Yeesh. So I'm going to really enjoy private time <3 maybe write some more after a snack, maybe just chill out. Who knows! But all I know is that the writing is clearly happening, and I'm very excited for everything I have in store.

OH it's Wednesday, too, so!! Happy WIP Wednesday! Here, have the first paragraph of mystery fic.

One moment, Kokichi Ouma is investigating the Academy in the early morning, crouching by the weird rock that says <i>’horse a’</i> on it, the next, a wormhole opens up above him and a little rabbit thing falls out of the sky and into his hands.

Oh, yeah, I write in HTML... I dunno if people know that these days ahahaha! But I physically type out all of the HTML I want to happen in a fic as I do it :)) My Neopets days coming in clutch [His ass still loves Neopets, like a lot]. Maybe I'll make a post just about that sometime 'cause a lot of people are always like WOAH when they see it.

#Cupid's Writing Diary

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ruinparadox · 2 months ago

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Hey I saw your werewolf rocky x reader I was wondering if i could ask you 3 request could you do a werewolf freckle x kind reader and a werewolf mordecai x timid sweet reader and a cinderella like rocky x reader

Sorry for the late upload, I’m busy recovering from a wisdom teeth extraction. Thank you for your request, Anon. I will grant you these three this time, but in the future I would ask that you keep it to one character per request please, thank you! The Cinderella Rocky story will be a separate upload for clarity.

Werewolf Ensemble (Werewolf!Lackadaisy x Gn!Reader)

Calvin “Freckle” McMurray

Disappointed, you left the Lackadaisy, the clocks nearing midnight. You couldn’t stay forever with your own life to take care of, but you can’t help but worry. Freckle hadn’t come to your house like he promised. You thought he had been busy with a run, but a few asks around and everyone said they hadn’t seen him. Not even Rocky of all people knew where he was. He merely said Freckle wasn’t at his house when he went to pick him up. Mrs. McMurray seemed even more irate than usual when he left.

With a heavy heart, you’re simply walking back to your house, dozens of theories about where he could be running through your mind. You let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a sigh and growl. It’s not like Freckle to just up and disappear without a word. He’s too much of a goody two shoes to do something like that. Mrs. McMurray’s very harmful catholic parenting made sure of that. So where in the hells was he? Surely one does not just drop off the face of the earth with nary a trace to be found, right?

Still, as concerned as you were, you couldn’t help but be frustrated. You two were supposed to be baking cakes right now. He himself asked you to teach him after you brought in one of your own cakes for the Lackadaisy to eat. And now, he was nowhere to be seen. You had half a mind to come up with some elaborate lecture to give him once he returned. It’d be so stern it’d rival even his paranoid conspiracy theorist of a mother.

You stopped walking, your heart beat picking up. Briefly, the thought of something terrible happening to Freckle crossed your mind. What if the Marigold had found out who he was and tracked him down? What if they had dragged him out to the countryside to “take care of” him? A horrible image of his glossed over eyes flashed to the forefront of your mind and you seethed. Shaking your head, you went back to walking home.

No. No he’d be fine. If anyone could survive a few thugs it’d be Freckle. You remembered how your house had been broken into by several strange people and the moment he’d been given your spare gun, he’d single handedly driven them all away, his cackles echoing throughout the night air.

Yeah… he can defend himself just fine. He’ll be alright. He’ll make his way back and he’ll talk about how you were overreacting to him taking a walk or something. You looked up at the night sky, the navy blue dotted with twinkling stars and a large full moon. If only you could share this sight with him.

Just then, your ears twitched behind you, your grip on your bag tightening. You fished around inside it and pulled out a compact mirror to see who’s footsteps were following you. A useful trick Zib showed you at one point.

Two people you didn’t recognize were trailing behind you. You could tell they were pretending to be disinterested in you with the way they weren’t talking to each other but moving as if they were in the midst of a conversation. Just then, a flash of metal and you barely dodged the bullet that shattered the glass dangerously close to your face. Dropping the compact, you quickly slung your bag off your shoulder and chucked it at them. It hit one of them in the face and sent them stumbling into their partner who misfired, their shot just barely grazing the fur on your cheek.

Heart pounding in your ears, you turned and began booking it for your house. You couldn’t care less about your belongings right now with your life on the line. You barely make it ten feet when your two stalkers are suddenly screaming, more gunshots ringing out to what sounded like a collection of guttural snarls. Against your better judgement you turn your head and skid to a halt, seeing a hulking beast of orange and white fur decorated in tattered clothing slashing at the two stalkers with large claws.

The stalkers are borderline screaming their lungs out, fear and terror emanating from their vocal chords while they scramble away, abandoning their assassination mission for their own safety. And like a stupid deer in headlights, you sit there watching as the hulking beast turns around, looking down at your discarded bag and broken compact, before its gaze slowly raises to look at you. Your fur bushes up and the feeling returns to your legs. You were already prepared to abandon your things before, but now you really don’t want to go back and get them, instead opting to keep sprinting for your house.

After what feels like the worst run of your life, you finally reach your door, frantically patting around your coat pockets only to realize… your keys are in your bag. A large huff sounds behind you, hot breath ruffling the fur on the back of your neck. Slowly, you turn around to see the werewolf’s orange irises glaring at you. Instinctively you push yourself up against the door, body shaking in anticipation as to what this thing might do to you.

You see it slowly raise its arms towards you, your compact mirror and your bag being held out to you in those big paws. Tentatively, you take them from the beast and it stands there, its ears lowering and what sounds like a whimper coming from the deepest parts of its chest.

For a second you’re quite confused, your fur beginning to smooth over. Not even two minutes ago this guy was the biggest and baddest creature on the block, now it looks like a lost puppy about to be reprimanded by its owner. Before you can say anything, the beast reaches behind him and pulls out what you immediately recognize as the piping bag you gave to Freckle a few days ago.

“Hey! Where did you get this?!” You quickly snatch it from the beast, concern and anger buzzing against your sternum. It’s then that you realize the tattered clothing on the beast is green. The same green that Freckle wears all the time. “Wait… Freckle? Is that you?”

The beast shuffles a bit, a low whine releasing through his surprisingly thick lips. How could you not see it before? No one else you know has orange eyes like that. You blink and sigh.

“Perhaps we should get inside before someone sees us, right?” You ask, unsure if Freckle can understand you. You receive a small “woof” in response and can only assume that means “yes.”

Finding your keys, you open the door and let him inside, checking to make sure no one sees you two before locking the door behind you. You take special care to shut the blinds and cover any other windows or openings into your house that you can find. Hopefully no one thinks to visit you tonight.

Turning around, you spot Were Freckle sitting on one of your kitchen stools, his ass about three sizes too big for it. For a moment you consider asking him about his condition, but you keep silent. Instead, you give him the piping bag back.

“Well, current situation aside, now that you’re here, we can get to baking.” Freckle gives you an incredulous look. “Okay, yeah, it's 12:30, but what better time to whip up ice covered pastries for all our pals at the Lackadaisy?” You ask, leaning on the kitchen counter with a smile.

Freckle is clearly concerned about the choice to stay up this late, but he can’t exactly judge considering his current job as a rum runner. With that decided, you spend the next few hours guiding Freckle through the baking process. He’s not much of a handy man but he could certainly be a baker if he wanted. Even with his big ass werewolf claws, he was handling the pans and ingredients with ease. He hadn’t even torn up the piping bag when icing the cake.

By 5:00 AM, you had two completed cakes sitting in the fridge, covered and prepared for delivery the next night. Now, you were sitting on the couch, Were Freckle having wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t help but cuddle closer to his chest. His fur was unbelievably soft in this form and he was just so warm.

It's then that you feel something snuffling against your neck before a kiss plants itself on your cheek. You blush and turn to see Were Freckle’s wolfish eyes gazing at you, love glinting in his irises. Heart beating in your chest, you hesitantly close the distance, waiting for him to pull away from you, only for him to meet you the rest of the way.

You’re not sure how long the two of you sit there melted in that passionate embrace, but by the time you two have pulled away, it's already morning and the both of you have passed out from exhaustion. Of course, Freckle remembers what he did and he freaks out when wakes up, his tattered clothing also giving way to other images crossing his mind.

You sigh and resign yourself to having to calm him down for the rest of the day while also coming up with an explanation for Mrs. Mcmurray when you take him home. Boy, you are not looking forward to dealing with her.

Mordecai Heller

“But Mordecai, we’ve been planning this outing for weeks!” You exclaim, desperate disappointment in your voice.

“Unfortunately, I will be preoccupied with errands at that time. I will not be able to join you.” Mordecai’s voice is stoic and blunt, next to no emotion in his tone as he’s fixing his suit and tie in your vanity mirror.

“You’re always occupied with errands! Can’t you take off work for one night? Come on, when was the last time you saw a star shower?” You ask, your tone becoming a bit more edged.

“I cannot just abandon my responsibilities. Especially when they are concerned with my direct source of income.” Without missing a beat, he turns to his desk, organizing a few of his things before collecting his gun and stowing it away in his suit.

“Surely your boss can live without you for a few hours! The night sky is going to be wonderful. I even packed all your favorite foods and got us a special spot out on a nearby cliff where no one will bother us. And I heard there’s going to be a full moon out!” You see him tense up and his fur bristles at the mention of the full moon. Your anger only rises, now knowing that there’s something he’s not telling you.

“I am sorry. You will simply have to go without me.” He says, pointedly avoiding your ever narrowing gaze.

“Okay, that’s it! What’s going on with you?!” You ask, nearly yelling at him, your fists clenched when you slam down on the desk, rattling his oh so precious symmetry.

Mordecai’s head snaps up to look at you, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst. “What are you–?”

“Don’t you give me that look! I overheard you and Asa talking. He gave you the entire week off! Unless he suddenly changed his mind, there is no reason why you’re suddenly having to go back into work! Clearly something else is bothering you. Now, what is it? What are you not telling me?” Your demand is accentuated by your scrunched up face glaring at him.

Mordecai merely starts organizing his desk, his ears lowering. “You are free to go with someone else if you wish.”

“I don’t want to go with someone else! I want to go with you!” It's barely enough effort to keep yourself from full on yelling at him. If it were anyone else you wouldn’t dare go this far, but this is the one guy you were comfortable around so it's a bit easier on you to be so bold.

Of course, you only get angrier when he doesn’t say anything. “Ugh, just forget it.” You fail to suppress a growl and you turn around, slamming your door behind you.

Finding yourself in the living room, you glare down at the picnic basket you organized. Your paw comes up to grasp onto the handle and for a brief moment you think about just throwing it away. You sigh and pick it up, taking it with you as you leave your house. As much as you want to be a petty little shit, it’d simply just be a waste of good food and all that effort.

As disappointing as it is, you’ll just have to enjoy the night by yourself. Well, as much as you can anyway.

The trip to the cliff side was short, but rather lonely. As annoying as it was, part of you was longing for Mordecai to be there beside you, openly and loudly criticizing every blade of grass that was too long or too short. You shake your head, reminding yourself that he was the one who didn’t want to spend time with you, so he can live with that decision doing whatever it was that was so important tonight.

Finally at the top of the cliff, you laid out the blanket and set the basket down, opening it to be greeted by a large assortment of food and snacks you had made. There were cookies, sandwiches, all manner of drinks, a gun in case someone tried to kill either of you… and you can’t even bring yourself to touch any of them. You sigh and close the basket, hugging your legs to your chest as you stare at the night sky, the full moon shining down across the land.

A tear appears at the corner of your eye, which you quickly brush away with a sniffle. Just then, your ear twitches and you look back to the wooded forest behind the clearing. You could have sworn you just heard something shuffle behind you. Immediately, with trembling hands, you scramble for the gun in the basket, and just like Mordecai taught you, slightly pull the barrel back to make sure it was loaded and ready to fire.

Safety off and gun properly loaded with bullets, you stand up and hold it towards the ground, trigger finger resting on the side of the gun. You take a deep breath, letting out in a shaky sigh.

“Who’s there?” You call out, wondering who it is that’s sitting behind the large oak tree off to the left of the tree line. There’s no answer, but you see a large fluffy tail with a white tip move between the shadows. You narrow your eyes and hold up the gun, pointing the barrel at the tree.

“Whoever you are, I don’t appreciate being stalked out in the middle of a forest at night.” If only Mordecai taught you how to get over your timid self and be more intimidating with strangers. “S-Show yourself, already!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but you were definitely not expecting a big hulking beast of a werewolf stepping silently out into the light. The first thing you notice amidst your pounding heartbeat is the tuxedo fur pattern, that big tail twitching a bit behind it. Then there’s the slight twitch of the ears. And those piercing green eyes, staring at you, almost like a scowl in combination with that frown on its muzzle.

Wait a minute… no, it couldn’t be. Slowly, you lower your gun, wide eyes blinking in disbelief. There’s only one person who has that kind of look, and those bushy, surprisingly kempt white eyebrows seal the deal for you.

“Mordecai?”

The werewolf nods at you, a rumbling and almost impossibly deep voice reaching your ears. “As undesirable as it may be… yes, it is me.”

You blinked, stowing away your gun. “Sit. Now.” You command him, pointing at the blanket.

“I will not–.”

“You owe me an explanation for… well, this!” You vaguely gesture at him. “Now sit.” Your command is more firm this time and Mordecai… if it were anyone else he certainly wouldn’t be following orders like a dog. But he supposes he does owe you some answers after your earlier confrontation.

He takes a seat on the blanket and you sit down beside him, looking over his muscly were body. “So, I assume this is the errand you were so busy with?”

“Yes. An unfortunate affliction gained on a job one night. I was going through the process of cleaning my suit when I noticed the bite mark upon my arm. I recall one of the opposition I killed that night had bitten me. Of course, I did not think it to be of consequence until my first transformation.” Mordecai explains in a flat and blunt tone, taking off his glasses and cleaning them a bit. Thankfully you have enough self restraint to resist laughing at how small they are on his enlarged muzzle.

“Wait… did you not know it was going to be a full moon tonight? Is that why you were suddenly so disinterested in coming out here tonight?” You ask, your ears lowering a bit. If you had known about this whole thing earlier, you would have at least tried to work with him about it. Or at the very least hadn’t been so pestering about the matter.

“I apologize for upsetting you earlier. I had not known that a full moon was to occur tonight. If I had known I would have had us arrange for a different date. Unfortunately, the knowledge escaped me until the last minute.” Mordecai was now looking down at the blanket, smoothing it out with his large beefy paws.

“Well, then why not tell me about this? If we had just talked this out we could’ve found a solution. We’ve been together for a year now. Am I that shallow to you?” You ask, your heart sinking at the fact that Mordecai kept this from you. You consider it a miracle you’ve gotten this far into a relationship with him of all people, and you understand he has his reasons, but it still hurts that he doesn’t trust you. Surely you two are at the point you guys can start telling each other things now, right?

Mordecai barely moves but his ears lower a bit, betraying just the slightest hint of guilt in him. “I have heard the stories of how werewolves are regarded in society. I couldn’t take the risk.”

Silence falls over the two of you, realizations coming to your minds about your partners. Mordecai stands by his reasons to not trust you with this, but he can also see why this would hurt you so. You’re in a relationship with him, going on for an entire year. The amount of sneaking around other gunmen you’ve had to do just to be with him, constantly teetering on the edge of a knife just to stay together speaks volumes of how much you value him. So in hindsight, it perhaps would have been better to speak up about it.

You on the other hand were finally realizing just how much stuff like this can weigh on Mordecai. He really had no guarantee that you’d take it well. For all he knew you would have attempted to shoot him the moment he told you. That you would have rejected him and wanted nothing to do with him after finding out his secret. It made you feel even worse about your earlier outburst at him.

Turns out, talking is never really that easy. Especially not with Mordecai. Having a conversation is already hard enough with someone who likes talking, it's even more difficult with someone who has next to no experience with this kind of thing and prefers to keep things bottled up.

You adjust yourself in your spot on the blanket, looking away from him. “I’m sorry, Mordecai. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier.”

“No, you were right to be angry. Even if I did have my reasons, it was unfair of me to cancel my arrangement with you so suddenly. I should have at least attempted to explain the situation to you and my circumstances.” His eyes glance over the picnic basket, secretly wondering which of his favorite foods you might have packed inside.

“Well, at least you’re here now. Right?” You ask, scooting closer to him, to which his fur slightly bristles before settling down again.

“You said you had my favorite foods packed?”

Almost instantly your eyes light up. “That’s right! Unfortunately I wasn’t able to come up with a way to have your Earl Grey Tea all the way out here, but I have everything else right here.”

You two spend the next half hour or so idly chatting and eating. You tell Mordecai about your day, he keeps his own experiences to himself. You need to have plausible deniability that you don’t know anything about him so you are in the least amount of danger from the Marigold Gang. Granted, just being with him right now was dangerous, but you’ve been in closer shaves than this.

At some point, you find yourself being placed in Mordecai’s lap. You obviously want to question it, but Mordecai, as if reading your mind, merely says you’re risking hypothermia by wearing so little on such a cold night. You don’t press any further, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare gift from him. It's totally not because his body is really warm and his fur feels almost like silk. Even as a big hulking wild beat, he’s remarkably clean.

It was then that finally, the predicted star shower started and both of you looked on in silent admiration, the shining beacons of light streaking across the night. You nuzzled further into Mordecai’s fluffy chest, a content sigh escaping from you. And to add further to your joy, you hear the muffled thumping of Mordecai’s wolf tail thumping against the ground. Of course, you don’t say anything about it, not wanting to scare him off from this significant moment between you two.

“I must say, it was quite impressive that you were able to spot me in the shadows of the trees. Normally you are not so perceptive.”

“Hmph. Perhaps you stalking me has improved my senses, somewhat?” You joked, a mischievous smile on your face.

“It is also comforting to know you recall my instruction on the use of guns. I would have thought you had forgotten about it by now.” His arms wrapped a bit tighter around you, like big fluffy pillows keeping you warm.

“How many times have we nearly been found out by your associates? What about that time we were nearly killed by a rival gang? I was serious when I asked you to teach me. To forget your instruction would have been a waste.”

Mordecai hums in response, a more comfortable silence falling between you two. For the next few minutes you and your companion sit there, long after the star shower has ended, looking up at the moon and the dozens of other lights in the sky. Soon, you eventually fall asleep, Mordecai looking down at you with eyes full of his stoic adoration.

He looks around, and once he’s sure no one’s around, he leans down and presses a soft, chaste kiss against your temple. He loves you so much, but he can’t ever admit it. Not when he has so many things to worry about. His past, his boss, his investigation… he can’t afford to think that way about anyone. But he can allow himself small moments like this from time to time. Just as long as you’re here with him.

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