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ivyyisbored22 · 3 months ago
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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞—𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
An academic rivals, Stray Kids one shot
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Synopsis: You and Jeongin have been academic rivals since the beginning of law school and almost every professor knows that you two are the fiercest competitors in the program. Things get worse (or heated should we say?) when your professor pairs you with Jeongin for a final project...
Warnings: SMUT🔞 (with a plot). Mature content. Semi-public sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving). Minors do not interact!!!
Note: There's not as much smut in this one compared to my previous one shots. I'm exploring my writing style but I must say I really enjoyed writing this one ^^
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
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"NO!" The two of you shouted in unison at your professor.
The professor looked at you and then Jeongin unimpressed, for the first time, he was taken aback by the unprofessional behavior from both of you.
"It is important for lawyers to learn how to collaborate. When you have your own firms, you can think about competition. But now if you want to graduate, you must do this project together."
You exchanged a glare with Jeongin, his jaw clenched as tightly as yours. The room felt thick with the tension neither of you could seem to shake.
"Can't you pair me with someone else sir?" You begged your professor.
The last thing you wanted before graduating in a few months was your head on a platter thanks to the unwantedly attractive man standing next you. You were sure God was in a very good mood when creating him.
You joined the best university of Law with high hopes of having a wonderful Uni life, but the UNIVERSE had other plans for you.
Instead of breezing through your courses, you found yourself locked in a constant battle with Jeongin, your academic nemesis. Every class, every debate, every exam, it was always about outdoing each other.
Now you have to work with him. Oh dear heaven. And has your heart always raced so fast when seeing a man with dimples?
The professor shook his head. "My decision is final. If I don't get your report by the deadline, expect that you won't be wearing your graduation cap."
Was the last he said before he gestured the two of you out of the classroom. Jeongin scoffed audibly, having to pair up with you is his worst nightmare.
He hated that he had to share the spotlight with you. He hated your relentless drive and your sharp mind that often matched his own.
But most of all, he absolutely hated that he found you cute. It was infuriating how your determination and fiery spirit only made you more attractive to him.
As you walked down the hall together, with a huge gap in between, of course. The silence was heavy and deafening. You stole a glance at Jeongin and caught him looking at you, his expression unreadable, almost annoyed.
He quickly looked away, clearing his throat.
"5pm. Library. Don't be late" His voice was low and controlled, he didnt bother waiting for a reply and walked away down the hall.
And you stood there watching him walk away, muttering to yourself, "F.M.L"
***
"You clearly don't have this point right, what is it even supposed to mean?" You asked, frustration palpable in your voice.
For two hours, you and Jeongin had been arguing over the points in the project, refusing to come to a mutual understanding. The tensed murmur of your voices earned quite a few disapproving glances from other students who were at the library.
Jeongin rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He was this close to taping your mouth shut with the scotch tape that was inside your pencil case.
"I do have it right. You're just not seeing the bigger picture."
"Fine, explain it to me then." You taunted.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned in closer, pointing at the document. "Here, the case precedent supports our argument, but you need to connect it to the current legislation. It's all about drawing the parallels."
Your eyes flickered with understanding, finally getting his point but you felt kind of embarrassed for not seeing it in the first place.
"Oh" You said, trying to sound neutral but mostly hiding your embarrassed voice.
"Yes, oh," Jeongin smirked, it only annoyed you more but for some reason your pulse quickened like a cheetah's sprint when you caught a glance of his deep dimple.
Get yourself together. He's your rival.
"Anyways..." you muttered, trying to refocus.
For the next hour, the two of you finally settled into a proper argument for your project and began brainstorming ideas. Despite the initial tension, you both fell into a rhythm, challenging and pushing each other in a way that brought out your best work.
Suddenly, when you reached the laptop opened on the table, Jeongin's hand softly brushed over yours. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled back quickly, your face flushing.
"Sorry," you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. Jeongin's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he cleared his throat.
"No problem."
The moment passed, but the charged atmosphere remained. Every time your eyes met, it was as if the air around you crackled with unspoken words.
"I'm going to um, find a book on this topic," You said slowly getting up. If you remained next to him for another minute, your heart would burst out of your ribcage.
"We have the internet for that," Jeongin raised a suspicious brow, looking at you narrowing his eyes. "Why not just look it up online?"
"Well, the library might have some unique sources," you replied, trying to sound casual as you collected your things. Besides, it’s a good excuse to get out of here for a bit.
Jeongin's eyes followed you, the intensity of his stare making your skin tingle. "Sure," he said, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place—was it disappointment or something else?
You could feel his gaze lingering on you even after you turned away, as you walked towards the far end of library, to the secluded section just for Law & Crime.
Even after you walked away, you could almost hear the tension humming between you.
Searching for a book in the dimly lit aisles, you tried to steady your breathing. But every small noise, every rustle of paper seemed amplified, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jeongin was somehow still very close.
As you were tracing your fingers the thick spines of the books, you honestly weren't browsing for any answers. You just wanted to get away from Jeongin. A long shadow fell over you, keeping you locked in place.
A hand grabbed the top shelf, you instantly recognised that watch and that ring on the index finger. You stood there without turning around but that strong minty cologne englufed you.
"Found the answers you needed?"
His voice didn't have to sound that deep. His voice didn't have to make your pulse race again. His voice absolutely did not have to make you want to press your mouth on his to shut him up.
You turned your head to the side, trying to keep your thoughts straight. "I'm still," you swallowed. "Finding it."
"For forty minutes?"
Forty minutes passed?! You were so lost in thought, you completely lost track of time. Finally you turned around facing Jeongin, the look on his face was hot enough to start a fire.
His eyes were dark and intense, his expression a mix of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.
"Jeongin," you started, but he cut you off stepping closer, making your back press against the shelf, there was only a sliver of space between the two of you.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "You were hiding."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your lips as his gaze pinned you in place. The air between you crackled with tension, every inch of space shrinking.
"I wasn't hiding," you finally managed, though your voice was barely a whisper, "I just needed a break"
Jeongin took a step back, crossing his arms, "From what? Me?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe."
Jeongin's eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the rivalry seemed to fade, leaving only the raw intensity of the moment. His hand fell onto your waist pulling you into him, his body pressing on yours.
Your heart began to pound again at the feeling of his touch, your hands fell on his chest, wanting to push him away but somehow your heart couldn't find a way to do so.
"You're lying," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, "You can't stand being away from me any more than I can stand being away from you"
He turned his head and before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours, silencing any protest. It was fierce and demanding, a release of all the tension that had been building between you and him.
Four years of frustration, competion and unspoken feelings crashing down right here.
Your eyes widened but you found yourself kissing him back just as fervently, your hands going up from his shirt, tangling in his hair as you pressed closer to his body.
Every touch, every movement of his tongue was electric, your bodies moving in perfect sync, the world around you faded away, leaving only the heat and intensity of the moment.
Teeth against teeth and Jeongin's tongue pushing against yours demanding dominance, nothing seemed to exist other than you and him. He tasted like chocolate and caramel, sweet and rich and goodness, him.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, Jeongin's eyes were dark with desire, his hand still resting on your waist.
"This doesn't change anything," You whispered though your voice lacked conviction. Jeongin smirked, his thumb brushing against your hip.
"No Darling," He said brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"This changes everything." As he pulled you back in for another kiss.
You melted into his mouth, couldn't help but agree no matter how much you hated it. The lines between rivalry and desire had blurred beyond recognition. You could simply drown into him, wetness began pooling between your legs.
Holy fucking shit this man is an incredible kisser.
It was slower, more deliberate, each movement sending shivers down your spine. You moulded into him, forgetting about the project, the library, everything except the feel of his lips on yours and the way his hand held the side of your head with a possessive intensity.
Jeongin's hand went up your skirt, grazing your thigh, the feel of his palm on your skin made you softly moan into his mouth, he eagerly responded with a moan of his own.
He pulled back, catching for a breath before he said, "Tell me to stop before it's too late"
Jeongin's fingers squeezed your thigh making you inhale a long breath, your hands instantly pressed on his shoulders. His fingers went more upwards and stroked the thin fabric covering your wet crotch.
He couldn't suppress a chuckle as he tilted his head to the side, "Last chance darling" He leaned in closer, "Yes. Or No?"
"No," You whispered when you felt his fingers stroke your wetness again. You were gonna hate yourself later, but right now you were so aroused, no other thought made sense in your brain.
"Don't stop" You said as softly as possible and before your words fully left your mouth, Jeongin's lips collided with yours.
Every single thought vanished out of his head as he twisted the lace band of your panties and pulled it down in one strike and the next second a finger went through your wet folds.
You moaned a bit more loudly into his mouth before pulling back as you jerked when another finger entered you.
"So wet for me," He kissed the corner of your lips as his fingers worked in and out of your dripping cunt.
"Can't ignore me that easily can ya?" A sly smirk played in the corner of his lips, the way his fingers worked in you couldn't bring words out of your mouth.
"I hate you," You managed to say through a moany, whispering voice, your fingers pressing on his arms.
"You hate me, but your pussy is begging me for more," Jeongin's voice was deep and almost like growl, it made the tiny hairs in the back of your neck stand up.
There was no slowness in his pace of pumping his fingers inside of you, he went in and out and circled your clit, your back arched against the shelf.
A whimper escaped your lips, Jeongin traced his finger on your lower lip before saying, "This is a library okay?"
You had little time to fully process what he said, Jeongin pulled his fingers out of you and sank onto his knees, spreading your thighs and yanking your skirt up, he dived his face up in your wet heat.
Your hand immediately slapped close over your mouth to prevent the loud moan that threatened to escape, the sensation of Jeongin's tongue on your pussy sent sizzles rush through your body.
Jeongin felt like this was the best thing he ever laid his mouth on. The taste of your sweet pussy was so addicting, he wanted to drown in it and the scent of your arousal drove his senses out of him.
You've had your fair share of men over the years and so has Jeongin with other women, but the two of your felt like this was the ultimate answer, the missing piece of your competitive puzzle.
Jeongin's tongue expertedly licked your pussy, your hand gripped his hair, needing something to hold onto. He slowly grazed his teeth over your tender clit, you shook around him in a soft cry, the sound sent a jolt straight to his cock.
"Jeongin..." You whimpered softy, blood rushing into his brain as he heard his name in that sweetest voice.
"You taste divine darling" Jeongin gave a languorous lick, "I can simply live by eating you out"
Your head fell back at his words and at his tongue that dived inside your dripping cunt, feasting on your arousal.
Jeongin looked up at you, you were covering your mouth silencing your moans while glistening tears were leaking down from the corners of your closed eyes. He thought it was the hottest thing he ever witnessed.
He took the chance to push two of his fingers again, stretching your folds as he gave so much attention to your swollen pearl. He continued in an intense pace, sucking, licking and finger fucking, your arousal dripped down his hands and your thighs.
He lapped it all up, feeling nearly intoxicated by the way you taste.
His cock twitched and was harder than a rock, aching and begging to break free from his pants. But he ignored it even though the pain felt excruciating, he focused solely on your pussy.
Jeongin was animalistic, his mouth and fingers ruthlessly working on you to the point you could see stars erupt behind your eyes. You had never experienced something this pleasuring, it was euphoric.
He groaned into your wet heat when he felt your knees buckle, another lazily, long and languid lick was what undid you, your orgasm flooded his mouth.
You came shuddering, panting heavily. You let go of Jeongin's hair when you felt a soft tissue on your skin, Jeongin wiped and kissed your thighs and fixed your clothes.
As he got up on his feet, his hand was holding you fiercely since you were wobbling because your legs lost balance. If just his tongue and hands made your legs go numb, his cock could do beyond.
"I, oh my God—" Realization began crashing into your head like a current wave. Your academic rival just had you in the library, your cheeks flushed crimson, so pink someone could compare it to blooming roses.
Jeongin pushed his tongue in the inside of his cheek, it's impossible to resist his charm.
The Universe was in your side thankfully today, no one had walked into you— yet, but the what if thoughts couldn't stop playing in your head.
What if a professor or someone had walked in you and him? The two of you pushed your luck as far as it could have gone tonight.
Jeongin pressed onto you again, so close you could feel his bulge on you. It was so hard for him to ignore since his cock was that hard.
He literally wants to fill you right here but the smell of sex soaking the air wouldn't take a genius passing by to put two and two together.
"Still hate me?" he asked so casually, almost as if nothing had happened, as if what you both just did in the fucking library was the most normal thing in the world.
You looked away, unable to answer his question. It was impossible to hate him. You hated yourself if anything because you couldn’t hate him the way you wanted. And after the way he just made you feel right now? Hate wasn't even close to what you felt.
Every time you found a reason to, when he answered questions before you in class or got one percent of a grade above you, his infectious smile and irresistible body would dissolve your resolve.
That dimpled grin of his had a way of sneaking past your defenses, making it harder and harder to convince yourself that he was just your rival.
"I don’t hate you," You admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung between you, heavy with the truth you’d been avoiding.
Jeongin’s expression softened, the usual smirk fading into something more serious, more vulnerable. "Good," he said, leaning in and pecking your lips.
"Because I never hated you either."
You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as the reality of his words sunk in. All this time, the rivalry, the arguments, the competition—none of it had been about hatred.
It was something else entirely, something you both had been too stubborn to acknowledge until now.
Jeongin reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "This... whatever this is between us, it’s complicated," he said, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. "But I don’t regret it."
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as you let yourself savor the warmth of his hand.
"Neither do I," You whispered. When you opened your eyes, you found Jeongin looking at you with a mixture of longing and determination.
"We’re still rivals," he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of playfulness. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t have... this." His hand went down and squeezed your ass.
"This?" You echoed, your lips curving into a small smile. "You mean sneaking around in libraries and trying to pretend we don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off?"
Jeongin chuckled, his thumb tracing your lower lip as he bit his. "Something like that. But maybe we can do more than just sneak around."
Your smile widened, the tension between you shifting into something lighter, something full of promise. "I think I can live with that."
His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that made your knees weak.
"Then it’s settled," he murmured against your lips. "Tomorrow, after we finish this project, we’ll figure out the rest."
You nodded, too breathless to say anything more. As he pulled away, you felt a sense of anticipation bubbling up inside you, mingled with the thrill of what lay ahead.
The two of you made your way back to the table and packed your belongings, calling it a night and exiting the library. Once you made it to the parking lot, Jeongin's eyes fell on yours, making your heart skip a beat.
"Goodnight, Jeongin," you said softly, stepping back.
"Goodnight," he replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he finally turned to leave to his car.
As you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
Things were definitely going to be different from now on. You might still be rivals in the classroom, but outside of it, the possibilities were endless—and you were more than ready to explore every single one.
The lines between rivalry and desire blurred beyond recognition and now there was no turning back.
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noellawrites · 1 year ago
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Souvenir - Yandere!Luca x reader
summary: Luca just can't let his rivalry with Carmy go, so he leaves a permanent reminder inside of you. afab reader but no specified pronouns.
warnings: smut, baby-trapping, condom sabotage, forced breeding
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You weren't even supposed to go to Copenhagen. The trip was booked for Marcus when his mother took a turn for the worse. So here you were, the recipient of a non-refundable flight, standing in front of Denmark's most renowned kitchen. As The Beef's only waitress, saying you had a lack of food prep knowledge was an understatement. But with Tina and Ebra back in school, the task was left to you.
"Carmy taught me everything I know about good service. Really, I owe everything to him. I thought he'd boot me after taking over The Beef but thank god he didn't," you rambled.
"Sounds like he means a lot to you," Luca spoke quietly as he prepped an example dessert.
"He's the best chef I've ever worked with. Maybe not as intense as your rival chef, but he definitely challenges me. For example, sending me here with no experience," you laughed, picking up a tub of diced almonds.
"Seems like a real bond," Luca said simply. He reached across to the other side of you and his tattoos crossed into your line of vision.
"He's like my mentor, brother, work husband and hero all in one. Actually, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud," you laughed nervously.
"I know what you mean. To be so consumed by someone's talent that you just want to seep into their skin," Luca agreed.
A comfortable moment of silence hung between you both as you kept working. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at you with an unreadable expression before he turned away to grab some dough.
"Your lips taste better than any dessert," Luca whispered in your ear as he traced his fingers down your stomach. Pleasure tickled down your spine and he pushed down your shorts, reaching into your panties and tracing your clit.
"Ah--ahh, Luca!" you moaned, and he clamped a hand over your mouth.
Through the dark, you could just make out his pepper tattoo on his hand, which oddly enough reminded you of Carmy. Come to think of it, the patchy placements of his tattoos reminded you a lot of Carmy's. And his entire apartment was bare just like Carmy's was, too. Even Luca's intense expressions sometimes mirrored Carmy's.
I really shouldn't be thinking of Carmy when I'm about to have sex with this hot pastry chef, you thought.
As Luca started pulling his boxers down, you held your hand out to stop him.
"Do you have a condom?" you asked, sitting up and looking around.
"Dresser, top drawer," he said, sounding a bit irked. You handed him the small plastic square and laid back down.
You could hear him ripping open the package with his teeth and stretching the condom over his cock when he suddenly pulled your panties down the rest of the way.
You were lost in pleasure as he dove into your pussy, licking and sucking with his expertly trained tongue.
Luca held you against him with his strong arms as you both reached orgasm together, a mess of sweat and pleasure and moans.
"Oh shit Luca, did you just cum in me?" you gasped, wriggling away from him as post-sex clarity struck you.
"The condom must've broken," he said, but you pulled away from him too quick and managed to see what he was trying to hide: the empty, fully intact condom next to him. His hard cock pulled out of you, covered in a mix of your cum, no condom on him at all.
"What the fuck, Luca?!"
"Stay here. With me."
Luca's kind eyes had turned dark, an ulterior motive lurking underneath the surface. You didn't know what he was up to, but you knew it couldn't be good.
You quickly gathered your clothes from the floor and tried to yank your pants on. Luca stood, still completely naked, and moved to stand in front of the door leading outside his flat.
"Move, I need to go pick up Plan B. I'm ovulating, you fucking asshole!"
"You're not leaving. Not until your flight."
"Oh my god, this is so fucked up! I-I barely even know you!" you cried.
"You knew me enough to let me fuck you," he laughed, pulling on his boxers. As much as you hated to admit it, he had stretched you better than anyone else had before.
"I hate you, Luca."
You took a Plan B when you got back to Chicago, but by then it was too late. Not only did you bring back three desserts for The Bear's new menu, but you also brought back a tiny baby in your stomach. A little bundle of cells forever tying you to the British pastry chef. You sobbed as you told Carmy, who then gave you the entire story about how he and Luca had met. Rivals, but Carmy was clearly more skilled, more talented, more ambitious.
But now, Luca had finally bested Carmy at something. He left you a permanent reminder, a souvenir from your travels, a big 'fuck you' to his former rival chef.
part two
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lowkeyrobin · 3 months ago
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hello if your okay with it could you do a mcyt x reader of reader having been deployed and then like coming home and supprising them or just reader in militrary
thank you
ooo okay! I can definitely try for you! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; tumblr crashed in the middle of Freddie's so his and Tommy's might be very watered down...
MCYT ; deployed
includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, maxggs, & quackity
warnings ; language, talk about death/murder
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TOMMYINNIT
he's so lonely without you bro
he often says "I'm gonna show y/n this" or "I'm calling y/n" to be met with silence or a dial tone
he normally texts you good morning and goodnight even though you can't see them
you turned your phone off when you were coming home so he wouldn't catch on to any of his texts sending or being read
he wasn't home when you returned, but you also didn't know when he'd be back
so you made the quickest trip to party city -in uniform- to grab balloons, streamers and a cake from the bakery next door
kinda weird making your own welcome home party but he'd appreciate it so it didn't matter
you return, and by 7 or 8, he does too
"I'm home!" You exclaim, jumping up from behind the couch
his jaw drops and his heart skips a beat before he runs over to hug you
"oh my god, I missed you so much, you don't even know!"
FREDDIE BADLINU
he usually sends pictures / texts about his day and stuff even though you can't see them nor respond
he also leaves voicemails when he goes out just telling you that he loves you and stuff
you didn't tell him you were coming home, deciding to just surprise him, since you honestly forgot you had a phone
you grabbed some food and wandered around town before going home
in the window you could see max, freddie, harry & tommy streaming in the front room, watching some awful movie
you unlock the door with your house key, and the boys snap their heads to the door, pausing the movie, thinking they were about to be robbed on stream
and in walks you, and freddie runs to you with open arms
"holy shit, why didn't you tell me you were coming home??"
meanwhile tommy grabbed the camera to hastily record the reunion, harry and max watching with smiles beside him
"whatre you watching??"
"a ripoff ratatouille, it's called ratatoing"
MAXGGS
he often talks about how much he misses you and usually streams / records things so he can show you later
soooo many pictures that you've yet to see
you texted freddie and tommy once you got your phone back, informing them you were coming home and wanted to surprise max
they were down with the idea and helped you get back from the airport & went to the store with you to grab a cake and some other little stuff
lots of looks considering you were still in uniform but it's alright
you got home while max was gone, freddie having taken him out for lunch while you and tommy set up the stuff and chilled out for a minute
you were watching the first garfield movie when max and freddie returned
"oh, hey max"
"y/n?? oh my god!"
big reunion hug that freddie filmed for you guys 🫶💔
ALEX QUACKITY
he's always whining and crying about how much he misses you
"I miss y/n 😔☹️"
he spams your phone like once a week, sending you memes and shit
on your way home, you turned on your phone, seeing he was live, making sure not to click on the unread messages
you'd brought home some little souvenirs for him
there was a rubber duck dressed in nationality wear to wherever you were deployed (America with a dumb flag hat & flag, Mexico with a sombrero, etc I think ykwim)
you use your house key to get inside, set your things down, and creep around his office to not alert him that you were home
you open his door, and he initially blames tiger
"bruh, does it look like I'm a cat??"
he looks over st you with a wide smile. "holy shit, y/n!!"
you walk over to hug him and he's holding back tears and shit
"i thought you were out killing people right now?"
"bro, i was just chilling at a base..."
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melrodrigo · 1 year ago
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Tardy, part 7
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Summary: You guys devise a plan to stop Ghostface once and for all, but some shocking news stops you in your tracks.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluff, a little angst, my attempt at humor
A/N: Never mind y’all I just got motivation out of no where last night and apparently I can still write! This one’s kinda short…but I hope u like <3
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You don't get to planning the demise of a certain wimpy pea faced masked killer as fast as you'd like.
You'd expected Sam to call the rest of the group and discuss details immediately; but that hasn't happened yet.
It's really starting to annoy you, but you can't even move far enough to grab your phone without help; so you relent and figure you'll kill the fucker when you can actually stand.
The only bright side, it seems; is Tara. She hasn't left your side for even a minute during the whole debacle.
She's gotten more comfortable, you can tell. Even gotten so brave as to come sit on the armchair beside yours.
Your anger has simmered down into a calm sea of peace; and you're starting to feel a bit bad for the indifferent way you've been treating her.
It's impossible to say you don't still care for Tara, in fact; you care a lot more than you probably should. The feeling is so overwhelming you can sense it's tendrils wrapping around you; threatening to engulf you whole.
Stupid, stupid feelings.
You tilt your head and look at her now, wonder if she feels the same.
Almost like she can feel your gaze, she turns and cranes her neck at you.
"Do you need anything?" She asks, flipping over the page of the book she was currently reading.
You don't trust your voice to come out as anything but a strangled whimper, so you nod.
She sits up immediately, practically jumping off the piece of furniture.
"Oh thank god! This book is so boring." She huffs, eyes brightening up as she gets closer.
She walks up to you and folds your shirt up, enough to show your wound. She examines it slowly, lips pursed.
"You know...maybe we should take you to a hospital? It doesn't really look any better." She states, staring intently.
You suddenly feel small underneath her intense gaze; and you wiggle a bit.
You weren't exactly at your best, since you'd been practically glued to the couch for days; apart from the occasional shower and a brush of the teeth.
"Tara?" You rasp, making her look at you; worry in her eyes.
"Yeah? You okay?"
You shake your head no, motion for her to come over. She looks downright stressed.
"Why? What's wrong?" She asks, reaching out to touch your face but stopping short, hesitance clear in her expression.
You muster the strength to bring your arm up to grab her hand, lay it down on your chest; intertwined.
"I'm sorry for being such a dick lately." You say, breathe in heavily.
"It was uncool of me. And I was wondering if you...would maybe want to be my girlfriend again?" It comes out as a soft whisper, and you watch as Tara's face changes from worried to unreadable.
Oh god.
"I mean- uh it's just that I think we might be better off as like girlfriends and I didn't really mean what I said before, I was mad you know? But it’s totally fine if you don’t-" She cuts you off with a kiss to your lips, soft and tender.
You melt into it immediately. Her hands fly to cup your cheeks, and yours press against her neck; pulling her closer.
You guys stay like that for a bit until Tara pulls away, breathlessly.
"I'm sorry too. I was being a bitch, and I should've listened to you. I promise I'll be better this time." She says, chewing on her bottom lip.
You pull her down, taking her by surprise and making her stumble and land right on you.
You let out a groan at the contact and peer down at your wound.
She retracts immediately, mumbling a million sorry's.
"It's okay Tar, come on. Come here." You wave with your hands, let her rest her head on your chest.
She doesn't press herself into you in fears that it'll hurt you, and it's the most straining and uncomfortable position she's ever been in; but she doesn't pull away.
"This is like doing a plank." She says, eyes sparkling with amusement.
You shake your head and smirk. Tilt her face up to yours again and kiss her.
"Shut up."
And she does.
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The sound of your phone ringing is what wakes both you and Tara up. She stirs, then immediately tightens up; like she has a flight or fight response to the sound of it.
Oh wait, she does. You realize dumbly.
"It's okay. Everything's fine, could you just grab me the phone sweetheart?" You murmur, rubbing the top of her head in small circles.
She wearily gets up on her knees and reaches for the phone from the couch. It's too far; and she doesn't want to leave your body for at least 3-5 more business days.
"Woah!" She squeaks, loosing her balance and falling with a loud smack onto the rug.
You can't control the giggle that stumbles from your lips; almost on reflex. You quickly realize your error and shut up.
It's too late; because Tara turns to you, quirking an eyebrow. Then she lets out a giggle too, smiling so wide you can see her dimples.
It's a small moment, but it means everything.
It almost feels like the past few days have never happened and Tara's still freshly your girlfriend. Floating in nothing but love-filled teasing bliss.
She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by your phone ringing again.
"Jesus christ they won't stop calling." Tara says, slightly annoyed at the intrusion on your moment.
She hands it over to you without looking at the contact, and you scrunch your eyebrows at the unknown number.
"Hello?" You muse as you bring your phone to your ear, still staring at Tara with a playful smirk.
It falls immediately when you hear the distorted deep voice.
"Hello YN."
Your breath hitches, but you don't want to alarm Tara; so you smile at her reassuringly.
"Hey bro, what up?" You say, with all the nonchalance of talking to a close friend.
"Bro? What the hell are you talking abou-" Ghostface starts, but you cut him off immediately.
"Oh yeah yeah, I'm still in uni. I hope you're not getting into any trouble like you always do?" You continue; pursing your lips.
Maybe you'll just pretend for the rest of the conversation and not tell Tara.
"Oh Yn, you don't even know what kind of trouble I'm about to get you into." He says, tone teasing and taunting.
Your chest tightens up a bit. What does he have on you? He's bluffing, he has to be…right?
"That is so fun, but I kinda have to get back to my amazing girlfriend now; you don't mind if I hang up do you?" You smile, eyes flitting up and down Tara's small frame.
She's sitting, quite adorably, on the floor. Looking up at you with curious but shining eyes.
"Don't you dare hang up or I'm going to split you from groin to ster-" You pull the phone from your ear and press the red button.
"Well that was a little rude." She tuts, scooting closer.
You chuckle.
"Can I help it that my girlfriend is the best-est person in the world and I wanna spend every minute with her?" You ask, nudging her nose with yours.
"Best-est, huh?" She smirks, leaning in impossibly closer.
You're about to lean down and kiss Tara but it twists your wound the wrong way and you hiss.
She brings her hand up to your face and caresses the skin of your cheek.
"You okay?" She asks, brows furrowed.
You're not, and you think it might even be getting worse like she suspected; but you don't tell Tara. Instead you nod your head and give her a tight lipped smile.
She grins, and closes the distance between the two of you. She gets up off the floor and climbs on top of you so you don't have to strain your neck. She does all of this with your lips connected, and you silently marvel at her skill.
"I know you guys just got back together, but can you stop eating each other's faces right now?" Sam interrupts, quite rudely you might add.
Tara pulls away reluctantly and wipes at her mouth. She looks flushed.
"We weren't even doing anything."She mumbles underneath her breath.
"Let them be Sam, I don't think I can take another day of Tara whining about how she's not with YN anymore." Mindy says, waltzing into the room after Sam.
You cock an eyebrow at Tara, but she avoids your eye; blush creeping up her neck.
"Nice job, by the way T." Mindy adds, clicking her tongue and shooting a finger gun at the girl.
You notice the rest of the group behind them, Chad, Ethan, Anika, and some other strange man at the back.
He must see your lingering stare on him because he's moving forward and offering a hand to you.
"Danny." He rasps, mouth turned in a crooked smile.
Okay, kind of hot. You think.
"I'm Sam's..." He trails off, sending a questioning look at the older Carpenter sister.
"Danny's my boyfriend." Sam answers, and out the corner of your eye you see Danny smile a little wider.
That's cute.
"Nice to meet you Danny." You say, shaking his hand eagerly.
"So, we're all here because we need to devise a plan. To catch ghostface, once and for all." Sam says, walking to the front of the living room.
"And what exactly is your plan?" Tara asks, moving beside you and taking your hand in hers.
You notice Sam biting the inside of her cheek as she thinks.
"I'm not sure yet, that's why I all asked you here." She says.
There's a moment of silence as anyone thinks of something to say. You try to think back to your interactions with him.
"We could make a suspect list? I'm sure Mindy has a lot of theories on her mind." You suggest, glancing over at the twin.
"Yes! Thank you for bringing that up YN. Sam, move it's my time to shine." She walks up to Sam, gently nudging the Carpenter to sit on the couch.
"So we all know Ghostface has some sort of beef with all of us, but from the attacks we can assume he hates Tara and YN the most." She starts, hands on her hips.
"We know Ghostface isn't really that strong. Either that or YN is just one hell of a fighter." Mindy says, gesturing to you.
You smile shyly at the heads that turn toward you.
"Can I add something? Back on the balcony, where I got attacked; Ghostface seemed kind of...small." You say, pursing your lips in deep remembrance.
"Like, way shorter than the one that attacked me and Tara on that roof. So I think there might be two." You finish.
Mindy nods, like she was already expecting you to say this.
"It's always been two killers, except for Roman Bridger; kudos to him for ambition."
Chad raises his hand, waiting for Mindy's approval before he speaks. She nods toward him.
"Could we assume the first ghostface was a guy? Because we all saw him, and he looked pretty damn big."
You shake your head in agreement, trying to think back on the night up on the roof. It's sort of hard because all you can remember is Tara kissing you for the first time.
Even after what had happened, you still considered that to be one of the best nights of your life.
What a simp.
"Now! Let's move on to our suspects..." Mindy says faintly, but you're not really focused now. You'd rather daydream about the girl sitting beside you.
The group ends up picking your apartment as the spot for Ghostface's Demise. You'd actually been the one to suggest it yourself, it's relatively big; and didn't have one too many hiding places for him to surprise y'all in.
Tara moves to sit on your lap as you continue to plan. Papers are strewn everywhere, multiple empty coffee cups on the table. You've drawn out a map of the layout, and Sam's made it her personal mission to storyboard the whole attack.
Despite the reason for for your gathering, you can't help but smile a little at everyone huddled together. They look like a real family.
Quiet laughs are occasionally let out, teasing and poking fun about how Ghostface is gonna attack. You sort of enjoy it.
The doorbell rings and catches only yours and Tara's attention. The rest of them are still in heated discussion about whether Ghostface or Voldemort would win in a battle.
It's Voldemort, obviously.
"I'll go get it." Tara whispers, planting a firm peck to your lips and standing up. You nod, let her untangle herself from you.
You sit a bit longer until you start getting antsy. It's been five minutes since Tara went and you’re getting a tad worried.
Has she been kidnapped by Ghostface or something?
She steps into the room now, and you smile at her; breathe out in relief.
You see a tiny envelope in her hands. It's ripped; and she's reading the inside.
"Any mail for me honey?" You ask teasingly, pushing yourself up on the couch slightly.
You don't notice the serious expression on her face till she tilts it up, eyes dark.
She doesn't answer as she strides to you, shoving the paper in your hands; arms crossed. She looks hurt.
"Care to explain?"
You frown, look down at the piece of crumpled paper. It's a DNA test.
At the top of the page it says:
DNA REPORT TEST
(For Personal Knowledge Only)
There's two boxes that fill up the whole paper. You stare at it, mouth agape.
It says:
CHILD (YN)
Alleged Father (Stu Macher)
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dani3lricciard0 · 4 months ago
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Dancing With The Devil
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Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Summary: Rose is Lando's childhood best friend, who has finally landed her dream job as the social media admin for the McLaren Formula 1 team. On her first day of the job, she meets McLaren's new driver, Daniel Ricciardo, and they are off to a rocky start.
Warnings: None for now, but it will get spicier in future parts
A/N: This is a bit of a long one, but is mainly setting the scene for the rest of the chapters. It's my first time writing an enemies to lovers vibe like this so all feedback is welcomed!
Chapter One - First Impressions
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15th February 2021
The sleek, modern architecture of the McLaren Technology Centre stretched before you, its glass panels gleaming under the setting sun. You took a second to breathe while taking in your surroundings before stepping inside. Today was your first day as the social media admin for McLaren. You'd dreamed of working in Formula 1 ever since you were a child, spending most of your weekends at karting tracks watching my your best friend, Lando Norris, working to achieve his own dream of reaching Formula 1. The excitement and nervousness churned within you as you adjusted your camera strap and checked your phone one last time, heading towards the entrance.
The launch of the MCL35M was in full swing, with engineers, drivers, media, influencers and other guests buzzing around the latest McLaren masterpiece. You manoeuvred through the crowd, taking a few quick pictures, but desperately searching for a familiar face.
Eventually, you spot Lando talking with his engineers, his infectious grin greeting you as you approach.
"Rose! You made it!" Lando exclaimed, pulling you in for a brief hug. "Welcome to the team!"
"Thanks, Lando," you replied with a smile. "I can't believe I'm here."
"You're going to kill it," he said confidently, bumping his shoulder into yours, before walking you around the event, introducing you to key team members and ensuring you felt at ease.
As the event progressed, you immersed myself in your new role, capturing candid moments of the team and guests, documenting interviews, and the stunning details of the newly unveiled MCL35M. You were having so much fun, it didn't feel much like work at all.
You found a chair to sit and review some of the pictures and videos you'd taken so far, when you heard someone clear their throat above you. You looked up to find Daniel Ricciardo, Lando's new team member, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. God, he's beautiful in person, you thought.
"You ever put that phone down?" he quipped, his Australian accent laced with a hint of mischief.
You straightened, caught off guard by his casual jab. "It's kind of my job," you retorted, attempting to maintain an air of professionalism.
Daniel scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Sure.. but don't you think you're missing out on the real action, looking at everything through a screen?"
You bristled slightly at his comment, not understanding where the hostility was coming from considering this was your first interaction. "Without this screen, no one outside of this room would get to see any of the action. I'm here to make them feel connected to the team."
Daniel leaned closer, giving you a whiff of his cologne. It would have been intoxicating if you weren't so distracted by the way he was making you feel like you were doing something wrong. "Seems to me like you're here for virtual validation. What are you, an influencer?" he said, his face twisting into a smirk.
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the irritation rise. "I work for McLaren, asshole," you state firmly. "I'm the social media admin, today is my first day."
His smirk faded slightly, replaced with a puzzled expression. "Oh, so you're not just here for the followers?"
"No," you replied tersely, crossing your arms defensively. "I'm here to promote you, make you look good. Seems like I have my work cut out for me."
Before Daniel could respond, Lando appeared behind him and smiled down at you. "Hey, guys," he said, oblivious to the tense atmosphere he'd just walked into. "I see you've met my best friend," he said cheerfully, clapping a hand on Daniel's shoulder.
Daniel's demeanour shifted almost imperceptibly, his mind whirring with cynical amusement. So, that's how she got the job, he thought to himself, a flicker of understanding colouring his expression. He glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he replied to Lando.
"Ah, yeah," Daniel replied casually, flashing a charming grin. "Just getting acquainted with the new social media whiz here."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Daniel's thinly veiled sarcasm, but kept your mouth shut for Lando's sake.
"That's great," Lando said. "Rose is going to do great things here," he said proudly.
"Thanks, Lando," you replied sincerely, grateful for his support despite his complete lack of awareness. With that, Lando excused himself to greet other guests, leaving you and Daniel in an awkward silence. You turned back to your work, feeling Daniel's gaze on you but choosing to ignore it, hoping he'd take the hint.
Soon enough, he sauntered off to mingle with other guests, and you let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. You couldn't help but feel disappointed at your first interaction with the Australian driver, who had always seemed like a genuinely nice person. You sighed, deciding that perhaps that was all a product of the marketing teams for his previous F1 teams. You really did have your work cut out for you.
As the event drew to a close, Lando found you once again. "Hey, you," he beamed. "A few of us are going for a drink if you wanna join?"
"I'd love to," you replied gratefully, eager to relax after a busy day.
As you settled in to the booth at a nearby bar, Lando held up his glass. "To Rose," he smiled across at you. "Congratulations on your first day." Everyone raised their glasses towards you, offering you their congratulations. You got to know everyone, feeling a real sense of family among the team.
Mid-conversation, Daniel sauntered into the bar, approaching the booth. "Hey, everyone," he greeted, exchanging nods and hellos with the team before settling in next to Lando.
"Daniel, good to see you," Lando greeted warmly. "We're just celebrating Rose's first day with the team."
Daniel's eyes briefly flickered to me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Oh, Rose, I almost didn't recognise you without your nose buried in your phone," he remarked, with that awful smug expression crossing his face once again.
You roll your eyes at him, the irritation you felt towards him earlier returning instantly. "Believe it or not, work isn't the only thing I do."
"Right, work. Must be nice working with your best bud here, eh?" He says, tilting his head towards Lando. "Always good to have friends in high places."
Your expression tightened, detecting the jab in his words. You resist the urge to react impulsively, knowing it won't help your cause. "Sure, connections matter, but so does competence," you reply, voice tinged with frustration.
Lando, finally sensing the atmosphere between you and Daniel for the first time this evening, gently placed his hand on the table. "Okay, we're meant to be celebrating! I think it's time for more drinks," he suggested with a bright smile, attempting to diffuse the tension.
As Lando headed to the bar, the conversation shifted to the upcoming season. They discussed the challenges of the new regulations, the dynamics within the team, and the potential of the new car. You found it difficult to engage fully, your mind still preoccupied with Daniel's pointed remarks.
Daniel sat back in his seat and took a sip of his drink, turning his head towards you. "So, Rose, tell me more about how you landed this gig." he quizzed, voice tinged with doubt.
You sighed inwardly, steeling yourself against his probing. "I went through the hiring process like everyone else," you replied evenly, keeping your tone neutral.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, but you must have had a leg up, right?" he pressed.
You looked into his eyes for the first time since he sat down, your frustration reaching a new level. "I don't know what you're implying, but I earned my place here," you asserted firmly.
"Sure, but sleeping with a driver must have helped." He said, nodding towards Lando.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh come on, no need to be embarrassed. You're not the only one," he said with the smirk that seemed to be permanently etched into his features.
"You're disgusting." you shot back, the words slipping out louder than intended as you pushed back from the table, rising to your feet just as Lando returned to the table with a tray of drinks.
"Woah, everything okay over here?" he asked, glancing between you and Daniel.
You met Lando's gaze, your frustration evident. "Yeah, I think I'm done here," you replied avoiding Daniel's gaze, knowing he'd be relishing in your outburst.
Lando's expression softened with concern as you grabbed your bag. "Are you sure? It's still early," he said gently, placing the drinks on the table.
You nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's been a long day. I just need to get some rest."
"Okay, get home safe," Lando said, pulling you in for a hug before you said your goodbyes to the rest of the team. Daniel leaned back in his seat, not looking at you. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes - a hint of regret or realisation, perhaps.
Outside of the bar, the cool night air offered a moment of relief. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, trying to shake off the tension that had built up over the evening. This wasn't how your first day was meant to go.
Driving home, you reflected on the evening's events. This was your dream job, and you were going to fight to prove you belonged here. You knew from the get-go that this was a male dominated sport, and you weren't about to let Daniel Ricciardo, or anyone for that matter, make you feel like you didn't deserve your place. His scepticism was just another hurdle to overcome.
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imagine stars!wesker and the rest of alpha team (w rookie reader too) going to vacation together…
if they are going to the beach, the trip would be insufferable for wesker: after refusing to partecipate in this until they forced him to tag along after relentless complaints and so here he is. in the back of the car, in the middle seat. chris driving and jill sitting in front too while in the back there’s barry in the right seat, wesker in the middle one and reader on the left one. the car ride would be hell for him. music blasting from the car, everyone being squeezed up due to the bags and other stuff that didn’t fit in the trunk, the eta being at least few hours away (2-3 hours). he’d contemplate about killing himself just for an instant or simply kill everyone. and at the same time he’d think he’s never doing any of this EVER AGAIN. reader would occasionally talk to chris and jill but most likely just staying quiet while looking outside the window. eventually after complaining for too long about the music and lowkey beefing with chris, wesker is surrendering and he’s staying quiet for the rest of the car ride. his face unreadable as always thanks to his shades. it would have been a great opportunity for him to sleep a bit during this car trip but due to the loud music and chatters he’s definitely not getting any sleep as he intended to. reader would eventually close her eyes to relax considering the warm weather inside the car and the loud noises. she’d definitely doze off, her head resting on his shoulder as she gets the lightest sleep ever. wesker would turn his head and look at her before looking back at the street in front of them, pretending as if it’s nothing. once arrived at the destination, it’s as if god answered wesker’s prayers. he’s definitely getting off of that car immediately as they bring their stuff to the hotel they’re staying at before they can start enjoying their holiday. at the beach wesker is definitely laying under a beach umbrella, his arms behind his head as he’s just laying there relaxing, not tanning, talking or doing anything with others at all. chris is playing volleyball with barry while jill and reader are be playing together and creating sand castles while chatting not so far away from the others. wesker who has a crush on reader (that he wouldn’t at all) would keep an eye out from time to time to see if she’s still doing fine. AHH I LOVE SUBTLE TENSION. id also believe that if they were visiting any amusement parks while on vacation and reader would get too tired after a super long day of walking etc he’d definitely give her a piggyback ride although he’d initially complain and scold her for consuming all of her energies for a place like this (he’d say only children are allowed to be exhausted by at the end of a day at the amusement park but deep down he loved watching reader have the biggest smile on her face for the whole day)
this is so wesker and friends coded i can hear him screaming at chris in my head right now with ethan complaining in the background
but i live for subtle tension with wesker! he's the king of it- keeping everything to himself even though he can't help but show his affection and care for reader through his actions.
if reader needs sunscreen he'll suddenly be the first one to help them put it on (even though he's grumbling like it's a chore to put his hands on their shoulders) or he'll kindly offer to grab you another drink since, oh look! he's also going to get another one. if the waves are a little to big for you but no one else wants to go back in the water yet - well he supposes it wouldn't be such a chore to block the really big waves from knocking you over
and at the end of the day when you're exhausted and asleep in his chair under the umbrella, the team is shocked that he doesn't yell at you to wake up. they're even more shocked when wesker just slings your bag over his shoulder and carries you back to the car, making chris and barry pick up whatever bags are left over.
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vctrvn-ls · 5 months ago
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Treat Me Better part III
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“Girl, you’ll be fine. It’s Kenny’s Birthday, all attention is on him. Sharky won’t even notice you.” Nella bumped into your hips with hers.
“I just- ugh.”
“What?”
“I don’t want it to be like that. This whole thing,” you waved your hands around “Is so stupid.”
“What thing?” Nella raised an eyebrow.
“The feelings and the vibes I’ve been getting over the past week after that awkward call that you gave me the confidence to make.”
“You’ll talk it out. Not today though. Don’t make a scene, I’m begging you.”
“I would nev-”
“Sshhhh, we’re here.”
You cautiously stepped into the brightly lit party venue, following Nella. 
You didn’t even have enough time to close the door when the familiar sight of Sharky triggered a rush of conflicting emotions within you instantly. 
“God,” you whispered to yourself.
You took a sharp breathe.
You hadn’t properly spoken since your heated argument a couple of weeks ago, and the tension between you was still palpable even from across the room.
As you tentatively made your way through the crowd, you caught a closer sight of Sharky. He was talking animatedly with Kenny, AJ and Chunkz. His gaze met yours, briefly, his expression unreadable. 
You could feel a knot forming in your stomach as you and Nella approached them, knowing that this encounter could potentially turn sour.
“Kenny!” Nella spread her arms out to greet the birthday boy.
“Hey girls,” Kenny giggled.
“This is from both of us,” Nella handed Kenny a big paper white bag “Open it later.” 
You smiled awkwardly and nodded.
Kenny hugged you “Thank you guys.”
Nella quickly joined the conversation with the boys while you stood there, pretending to listen.
"Hey," you said to Sharky in a moment when everyone else was focused on Chunkz’ story, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.
He turned towards you, his eyes dark and guarded. "What do you want?" he snapped.
You felt a surge of frustration rising within you.
"I just wanted to say hello. Can't we at least be civil to each other for the sake of our friends?" You replied, trying to keep your tone level.
Sharky scoffed, his tone dripping with bitterness. 
"Civil? Is that all you think this is about? You have no idea how much you hurt me, and now you just waltz in here like nothing happened."
The words stung, and you could feel your own anger simmering beneath the surface. 
Thank god the music was loud enough to cover your conversation while the others continued discussing whatever they were discussing.
"I hurt you? What about the way you called me sick in the head multiple times!?" You shot back, voice rising with each word.
The argument escalated quickly, your voices raising above the background noise of the party. 
Finally your friends noticed. Kenny and Chunkz gave you wary looks, sensing the clear tension between you, while Nella had a ‘seriously?’ expression on her face.
“Hey guys, why don’t you show me where the drinks and food are.” Nella swiftly grabbed AJ and Kenny by the elbows and Chunkz followed.
 As accusations flew back and forth, it became apparent that this encounter was spiraling into yet another explosive confrontation that now others around were starting to notice.
Sharky felt the unwanted gazes.
“Fuck,” he hastily grabbed your arm, practically dragging you into an empty hookah room.
He aggressively sat down and pulled you with him.
“Listen here, stop being so fucking selfish and let me and the others enjoy the party.”
“Selfish!?” You exclaimed.
“Oh my god,” he laughed sarcastically “Stop being so fucking dramatic and speak properly.”
You felt your face warm up in embarrassment.
“All I did was say hi,” you mumbled “you’re the one who started.”
“Yeah just fucking don’t talk to me. I really want to forget you. I really do.”
“You don’t mean that…”
“No? Why? Cause I’ve always been so nice to you? Let me guess, next words are ‘this ain’t the real you Sharky’” he mimicked your voice in an annoying high pitched tone.
Your eyebrows knitted “Sharky-”
“Don’t do that.” He pointed, referring to your innocent gaze “Don’t bother me. Don’t even come near me. Ever.” He got up and left, slamming the door.
A second later you began to quietly cry in the dark room.
There was only one thing left to do tonight…
Get absolutely wasted.
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danieyells · 6 months ago
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hi! any chance you'd be able to post some of kaito's voicelines? I would love to see them <33
Our wanna-be knight and pathetic little best friend! He's just such a good boy lol. . .once again, another one who just wants to go back to a normal life, poor thing. Kaito's very much your vanilla, sweet boyfriend character with no frills attached, aside from his cowardice and his gambling habit of course. And his terrible aim. . . .
Copying all of them over isn't hard now that I've done it twice. Let's do it again for Kaito!
Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)
"{PC}! Over here! Hiya!"
You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)
"Hey, new message. Better check it out, yeah? Or are you the type who's got like a ton of of unread inbox messages?"
. . .shut up /absolutely that type (and a sincere apology to literally everyone i know for that my adhd doesn't let me read and respond to their messages--)
Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)
"God, please don't make me go on any more missions... It's not like me being there is any help to anyone anyway..."
"Oh yeah, have you been on WickHive yet? Someone leaked next month's cafeteria menu! Oh wait... I-I already told you that, didn't I?!"
"Damn it... I could've taken {PC} to lunch with that money! God, why am I such a moron?!"
"Ask me anything you want to know! I'm pretty savvy when it comes to Darkwick!"
honestly the fact that he's a second year who doesn't wanna be here and doesn't wanna be doing all of this but he still knows like everything about the school is also kinda sus to me. . .surely he'd divest himself from as much of darkwick as possible if he didn't care
"Urgh... Limited time only, you are not my friend... Huh? Oh, I'm on TikTok. I really want this, but I'm pretty broke this month..."
Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)
"Ahem... Testing, testing... Morning! Heh, nailed it... Ack! How long've you been there, {PC}?!"
Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Phew, should be safe here... EEEEEEEEEEK! Oh thank god, it's just a cat... I thought he found me..."
romeo oh romeo didn't you get into enough shit for this romeo? just make sure it's not Romeo cat. Because I'm sure it'll tell him somehow--
Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Shit, it's Luca… Judging by the outfit he must be going to train. I better bail before he tries to rope me in too…"
Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Eeeek?! Oh, it's just you... Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
i know romeo is constantly on his ass, and I relate to the feeling of being scared the people you owe money will appear out of nowhere and get you, but. . .he's so jumpy lol
Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Ugh, Romeo's texting me... Not gonna open that..."
Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"So your father runs a company, huh? Who the hell leads with that?! This is why I hate talking to Frostheimers..."
so the wording here is wonky because he's quoting a Frostheimer, but there's no visual indication that he's quoting them. But lore drop! Kaito's father runs a company! But I thought he wasn't well off. . .? Maybe his parents are separated or his father doesn't spend any of their money on him. . .or the company isn't doing well. . .or gambling addiction runs in his family lol. . . .
Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Argh, I want junk food! And I want to try all the new snack flavors!!"
my boy is so relateable--
Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"All right, time to man up and bite the bullet... Nope, absolutely not, can't do it!"
Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)
"How is Jin's skin so perfect? Fucking rich kids and their stupidly expensive fancy-ass toner!!!"
kaito really looking at jin like OH NO HE'S HOT
Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)
"(yawn) Guess I'll go brush my teeth..."
Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)
"Hey {PC}, you seem different somehow today. Did you change something? Or am I just imagining things?!"
Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Noooo why does Tohma want to see me...? No way it's about something good! Could you come with me, {PC}?!"
Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Crap, I fell asleep in class so I don't know what our homework is... Help me, {PC}!"
Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)
"(yawn) Man, my bed's like a freaking marshmallow. I can never get any good sleep on that thing..."
lol the Frostheim beds are too comfortable lolol I NEED A FIRMER BED TOO KAITO I GET IT.
Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)
"Huh? Oh, my pendant! You're always wearing it? Does that mean you've actually been paying attention to me?!"
once again the wording here is wonk because it makes it sound like the pc is always wearing Kaito's pendant. I'm pretty sure he's quoting the pc, who's commented that "you're always wearing it". It would read better as something like "You noticed I'm always wearing it?"
Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Hey {PC}, how 'bout we grab a bite?! I've got tons to splurge in winn... er, earnings, so it's all on me! Get whatever you want!"
your gambling addiction is really and truly going to get you in trouble. disregard that i play a gacha game.
Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)
"...Huh?! Man, nearly fell sleep without putting my phone on the charger... 5%, that would've sucked tomorrow..."
Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Ha ha ha! Have you seen this yet?! It's all over TikTok. Ah man, it's killing me..."
Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Whoa, when did it get so late?! Sorry {PC}, I didn't mean to keep you up... What? You're still good?"
Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)
"Morning! Hey, guess what? Luca's busy after class, so how about we hit up the diner? It's been ages!"
do you. . .do you really wanna go there. . .i mean the drinks seem to be fine but according to sho they can't make good food at all. . . .
Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Sorry, I gotta stay after class today... (sniffle) This sucks, I really wanted to walk home with you..."
aw buddy. . .they could wait for you or come pick you up after your remedial lesson. . .!
Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Hey I'm really sorry but do you mind if we stop by the campus store after class? I'm almost out of granulated sugar."
Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Hey, do you like stars? Oh, um, I was just wondering 'cause there's this place where you can see them really well, so I thought maybe you'd want to go some time..."
he's overcoming his fears and being honest with himself and how he speaks and just. . .asking honestly, no bravado, no act. do it scared, kaito. do it scared, do it awkward, do it sure you're going to fail. as long as you do it. proud of you!
Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Sure is dark. Reminds me of the closet where we first met. Remember?"
Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)
"I know I'm weak, and a coward. But I really do want to become your knight in shining armor, {PC}."
I love how comfortable and honest he starts to get as his affinity goes up. Still shy here and there, still scared, but he's not as jumpy and he starts treating you like a real friend. laughs with you about stuff, talks a little about hobbies and struggles. doesn't try and look cool for you. and then the honesty--i'm a weak coward, but i wanna be better for you. i wanna spend time with you. just!!! he grows!!! he realizes you like him for who he is and how he is, even if that's a weak coward--and that that's exactly what he wants! and it's okay for him to be that way because you won't be put off by it, even if it's something he'd like to grow from so he can be better for you--but he wants to be better for you as himself and--idk. i have feelings about characterization lol.
Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)
"(yawn) Man, I wanna sleep, but I can't fail, so I gotta show up for class... Oh! I have Professor Nicolas next! Naptime."
does that mean you're good in anomalous medicine class or. . . .
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Grr! All those girls in the hall were looking at Luca! I'm so pissed off now I'm not even sleepy anymore!"
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"It's finally warm out again, so I really want to go do something fun... Wish I could get an R&R permit..."
well maybe if you stopped sleeping in class and did good in class or went on a mission or something. . . . . .
(between 8pm and 5am)
"Mheheh... {PC}... You've got a petal in your hair... Zzz..."
Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)
"Ugh, it's too hot to go outside... But I can sense a coming-of-age event on the horizon... All right, here I come!"
obligatory beach event? 👀
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Can't believe Professor Hyde still wears that blindfold in summer. Pfft, I bet it's really sweaty under— Eeeek! S-Sir?!"
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Hey {PC}, are you free after this? I was thinking of inviting Luca to let off some fireworks! I want to show him how we do summer here in Japan."
(between 8pm and 5am)
"I can't believe I get to spend the whole summer hanging out with you {PC}... (sniffle) Homework? Uh y-yeah, I finished it already..."
Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)
"Is it just me, or is it really cold today?! Guess I better get my coat out soon..."
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Have you had the chestnut rice from the cafeteria yet? They made it way too fancy. It's supposed to be comfort food..."
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Tohma's always reading something. Maybe I should too... All right, let's go with this! 10 Ways To Become Popular Overnight!"
well. . .it's something to read. . .never a bad idea to read.
(between 8pm and 5am)
"Apparently the moon is the most beautiful in fall since the air gets clearer. Want to go take a look?"
Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)
"It's freezing out there! It's freezing in here! Frostheim sucks!!"
this makes me wonder what the warmest dorm is on average. . .probably jabberwock as long as towa's in a good mood? (or maybe warm jabberwock winters mean towa's in a bad mood. . .?)
(between 11am and 4pm)
"The cold can go to hell, but I guess there's outfits you can only wear this time of year..."
you can wear whatever you want whenever you want if you're brave enough. but this is kaito and he's not very brave. and it's also not very smart to wear winterwear in the summer.
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"I really want to go to Starbucks for the new winter drink! But I really really don't want to go on any missions!! Guess I'll never get to try it."
(between 8pm and 5am)
"Gram... No... No more mandarins... ...Huh?! Oh, it was just a dream... I haven't had a mandarin for ages..."
'gram' in this case is 'grandma' in case you couldn't figure it out haha and the mandarin(mikan)'s used to represent health and longevity and a long prosperous bloodline or something like that for new years. So i assume his grandmother would feed him a lot of mandarins every winter lolol
His birthday: (December 11th)
"Why did Jin, Tohma, and Luca give me all this high-end stuff?! It's freaking me out!! Thank you!?!?"
EVEN JIN AND TOHMA GAVE HIM GIFTS. . .FROSTHEIM FAM IS REAL. . . .
Your birthday:
"Happy birthday, {PC}! We'll make this the best one— Hey, give those back! Those are the cue cards I made yesterday!!"
ksjfkhesbfjh he made himself cue cards to give you a birthday speech with as little stuttering as possible. . . .
New Years: (January 1st)
"Happy New Year! Let's make it a good one! S-So hey, if, er, if you'd like, c-could we, um... could we make our first shrine visit together?"
Valentine's Day: (February 14th)
"C'mon Kaito, deep breaths. Girls aren't into guys with no chill. So stay cool... Stay— Are those chocolates for me?! I'll take them to my grave!"
everyone loves an enthusiastic boy lol
White Day: (March 14th)
"Do you like the cookies I made? Come on, no way they're that good, heh heh... Heh heh heh... Here, take them all!!"
god i bet he makes really good sweets too. like i bet he puts so much love and good spirit into them lolol
April Fool's Day: (April 1st)
"I'd never lie to a girl. Ah! That's not a lie, I swear! {PC}? Are you listening?!"
BAD THING TO SAY ON APRIL FOOL'S ABORT MISSION
Halloween: (October 31st)
"Trick or treat! See those carved pumpkins? I was actually the one who made them. What do you think?"
given his DIY skills i bet he's actually really good at carving too. i bet they look really good!
Christmas: (December 25th)
"Hey, uh, {PC}, do you, uh... Do you have any plans for Christmas? I'm actually totally free!"
Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)
"Huh? {PC}? Am I being annoying?! I'm sorry! You're probably busy, right?!"
(13 affinity and above)
"{PC} seems kind of busy... I know! I'll find a video that'll help take her mind off things!"
this one replace the first one after you hit a certain affinity, so it's cute to see that he eventually decides 'i'm not being annoying, they're just busy. i wanna help them' after he gets closer to you. . . .
Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)
"Ah...! Oh my god, you're back!! I'm so happy to see you!!!!  (sob) Please don't leave me again..."
he's so clingy. . .poor guy really missed you, considering you're one of the kindest and most normal people in Darkwick that he associates with. . . . also man 'please don't leave me again' with the whole loop theory stuff. . . .
I THINK I'VE SAID MOST OF MY THOUGHTS THROUGHOUT THIS BUT. He really is a sweetie. He really could have ended up a very plain and 'safe' character, but he's managed to be very charming and entertaining with his struggles and exaggerated behavior, while still being a simple and safe type. Really looking forward to seeing how he plays into the rest of the story, since it seems like his pendant may be kind of important. . . .
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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years ago
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Okay so I recently went through a break-up so I'm a thirsty gay guy looking for some content and you're my absolute fav on this app :) Could you (if you wouldn't mind of course) write about a hero who has fallen over heals for a villian with low self-esteem who doesn't realise he isn't all that bad and was forced into this life? Maybe with some cuffs just for the spice😅 Preferably mlm but I'm a sucka for the person who won't stop flustering their crush by over complimenting them😭
"Well," the hero said. "Here we are again."
The villain looked up at the hero, standing over them. His hands were already cuffed behind his back, and, honestly, he was feeling thoroughly dishevelled. It had all happened so fast. He'd lost so fast.
The hero barely had a perfect hair out of place. He hadn't even broken a sweat! It seemed very unfair.
The villain half expected to already hear police sirens in the distance.
"You know," the hero said, hands on his hips. "I'm starting to think your heart isn't in this scary criminal thing."
"What, because I'm crap at it?" The villain wanted to sink into the floor.
"Mm, no. You're very good at it, actually. I think you just don't want to hurt me." The hero flashed them a smile. "Thank you for that, by the way."
The villain looked down at his knees and away from that smile, from his failure. He tugged at the cuffs.
His powers, such as they were, were the explosive kind. He could detonate buildings and the ground where the hero stood with a flick of his hand, obliterating the large majority of his opponents immediately...providing he didn't actually mind obliterating them. Killing them.
He was supposed to be fine with that. Didn't he used to be fine with that? The villain's jaw clenched.
"It's not an insult," the hero said, a little softer. "I don't mean it as an insult. Compassion - kindness - is an admirable quality. You know that, right?"
"Are you taking me in or not?"
"No."
The villain's gaze snapped up, wide-eyed.
The hero crouched down in front of him, putting their faces level.
The villain swallowed. "No?"
"No," the hero said, oh so casual. "Don't think that would do you any good."
"Lunatic asylum, then?"
The hero smiled, faint and crooked and something unreadable. "No."
The villain's brow furrowed. Surely that didn't mean...the hero had never seemed the type to kill. The villain tensed.
"You're remarkable," the hero said. "Smart. Powerful." The small smile grew a fraction. "Gorgeous."
The villain hated the immediate and unstoppable blush that burned their cheeks at that; like each kind word, each terribly sincere piece of flattery was its own bomb going off somewhere in the villain's body. "So you're...keeping me locked in your basement?"
The hero laughed. He sobered a little at the villain's expression.
"No," the hero said. "God, no. I meant -" The hero bit his lip, and the villain's treacherous gaze followed the movement. The hero's eyes brightened. "No," the hero said. He placed a hand over the rabbit-thump of the villain's chest. "I mean that you have a kinder heart than you give yourself credit for. If you'd like to do something else with your life than - this - I would help you. In anyway that I could. I'd like to."
The villain stared at him.
"You're asking me to join you?"
"No," the hero huffed. There was something warm, fond, to his tone. "I mean, you can if you like, you'd be very welcome. But to do something else. Whatever you want."
The villain's head spun. "You don't think I want to do this? I've - do you - you do know who I am?!"
"I know your history, yeah."
"Then you'll know - you'll know that I can't just up and do something else!"
"Why not? You're certainly talented enough to try your hand at reinvention."
"I'm a killer. I am literally made for killing and burning and destroying things!"
"You didn't kill or destroy me."
"And I lost in all of three seconds for the weakness."
The hero considered him at that; his panting, fevered, broken defence.
The villain yanked at the cuffs, desperate to run, to get away from the look on the hero's face. From all of the hero's shining expectations.
"If that was it, you can uncuff me now." It sounded a little too much like please, please, please.
The hero settled back on his haunches, warm hand falling from the villain's chest. "What do you like about your current profession?"
"Are you serious right now?" Absurdly, suddenly, the villain could feel tears pricking his eyes. Frustrated things.
"Perfectly."
"It pays well."
"And that's what matters to you?"
"You've seen me, right?" By all accounts, the villain liked the finer things in life. A nice bespoke suit felt like some small compensation for everything ugly about the rest of them.
"Oh, yes," the hero said. His gaze roamed over the villain again. "Handsome, but not very happy, I don't think."
The villain's face burned all over again. "Stop it."
"Hm?"
"Stop - complimenting me. You're trying to distract me!"
"I can't just be complimenting you?"
"No!"
The loudness of it felt like a confession, and the villain squirmed. He yanked at the cuffs again, hard enough to hurt.
"Easy," the hero said, quieter.
"If you're not going to turn me in, let me go!"
"You really hate me complimenting you that much?"
The villain glared at him, the effect largely no doubt ruined by the distress coming off in waves.
"Huh," the hero said. "Because it's me or-?"
The villain yanked at the cuffs again, even harder. Blood welled up on his wrists. He could feel his breath quickening. He could -
The hero leaned in, and the lock clicked. The cuffs sprang open.
The villain was on his feet in an instant, several large steps between them, poised to bolt completely.
The hero stayed crouched, practically on his knees, hands raised in placating surrender in the air.
The villain gawped.
"Easy," the hero said again. "I'm really not trying to upset you. I didn't mean - I didn't expect that reaction. Are you okay?"
And the villain believed him, which was far worse, because what was he supposed to do with that? What the hell was he supposed to do with the hero's compassion? His smiles, and his compliments as if the villain was in anyway worthy of any of it.
"If you're embarrassed about being flustered," the hero said, "you don't have to be. You look lovely flustered. It's really endearing. I'm not-"
The villain covered his blushing face with his hands. He wanted to claw out of his flustered skin; find some control again, find a way to make the terrifying leaps of his heart settle. To stop hoping. To stop aching for - more.
"Shut up," he hissed.
The hero shut up.
The villain didn't get to have more. Not after everything. He certainly didn't get to have someone like him.
He raised his hands from his face, and waited for the hero to flinch at the threat of it, to betray the underlying horror of what the villain was, to brace himself for death.
The hero did none of those things. He simply continued to track the villain's movements - knowing who he was dealing with, but not afraid. Never afraid.
The villain's hands faltered again.
The world did not erupt in smoke and madness.
"Easy," the hero murmured, a third time. "Can you - can you explain to me why you're upset? So maybe I can help?"
The villain gave an agonised little scoff, and fled.
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errorryx · 2 years ago
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grian's confession booth
read on ao3 | limited life ensemble, 3.4k words
Under the impression that Grian can't hear them, some of his fellow server members take the opportunity to spill the beans on things they probably would never have told him otherwise.
Joel hadn’t known what to do when Grian woke him and Jimmy early in the morning, with a look on his face that was desperately trying to be a smile. Once they were both properly awake and had stopped groaning about it, Grian had launched into an explanation that had done very little to soothe their concerns.
It’s a Watcher thing, he’d said. I’ll be back before you know it, hopefully by tomorrow. I’m sure the two of you will keep me safe while I’m gone, right?
Jimmy agreed almost immediately, and Joel a little more grudgingly, still working under the assumption that Grian was pranking them. It wasn’t until Grian climbed up on the llama, said his goodbyes, and went perfectly, horrifyingly still that Joel was even partially convinced otherwise.
He stared at Grian for a long time after, waiting for him to mess up and reveal his hand. But Grian didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. Joel made a point of watching his stomach for a while to see if it was moving, and he was pretty sure Grian wasn’t breathing either.
“D’you think his heart’s still beating?” he asked, casting a nervous glance in Jimmy’s direction. 
The unreadable expression on Jimmy’s face slowly melted back into a more familiar look of contemplation, and Joel breathed a sigh of relief. “Dunno,” Jimmy said. “S’pose there’s only one way to find out.”
“Yeah,” Joel agreed. “You should check his pulse.”
“Me? It was your idea, wasn’t it?”
“What? I’m not touching him! Not when he’s all—” Joel gestured. “You know.”
Jimmy crossed his arms, the first hints of a well-worn scowl starting to form on his face. “So you expect me to do it instead?”
“Well, you’re the one who knows about this stuff, not me. Whatever your deal is.”
“Whatever my deal is? What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked, immediately defensive. “You don’t see me just up and leaving my body, do you? That’s a Grian thing. I’ve got nothing to do with it.”
“Whatever,” Joel huffed. “It doesn’t matter, anyway.” He didn’t want to argue with Jimmy while Grian was gone, or he’d have nobody left.
But after a while, Jimmy left anyway, leaving Joel to watch Grian on his own. There was something about hanging out with a silent, unmoving Grian that made Joel want to talk and talk and never stop, just to fill the silence. He rambled on about his plan to build a submarine, built a tower out of carpet, and got to work flooding the mansion. Before he knew it, he was leaning on the fencepost of Grian’s enclosure, prattling on about nothing at all. Thank god no one else was there to hear him.
“Jimmy never tells me anything,” he complained. “Neither of you do. Yesterday I didn’t even know this was something you could do, and now here you are, dead to the world or whatever. It’s freaking me out. Couldn’t you at least have closed your eyes?”
Grian didn’t answer. He sat perfectly still atop his llama, his eyes fixed on a spot somewhere off in the distance. Joel followed his line of vision, but he didn’t see much of anything in that direction.
“I’m not really mad, you know,” he said. “Just—I’m worried about you, okay? I know that’s not very bad of me, but I can’t help it. I know Jimmy’s worried too, he worries about everything.”
The uncomfortable silence lingered a little too long for Joel’s taste. Finally, the llama interrupted with a loud bray right in his ear, making him jump almost a foot in the air.
“Oi! Don’t do that.” Joel glared at the llama, who stared right back at him. The stupid llama looked more alert than Grian did. “You better not tell Jimmy I’m sat over here worrying, alright, ‘cause I’m doing just fine. Having a fantastic time out here all by myself.”
If Grian was listening, Joel hoped he was convinced. That would make one of them, at least.
“Oh, good, there you are, Grian,” Martyn told Grian’s unmoving form. “I’m really sorry I killed you. It was self-defense, I swear. I hope this doesn’t make us enemies when you get back, but for now we just need to get you somewhere safe.”
He started digging down, taking Grian along with him. Hopefully Joel and Jimmy wouldn’t attack him again, because he really didn’t want Grian to die a third time. He hadn’t wanted him to die a second time either, but it had all happened so quickly.
“I hope you’re doing alright,” he told Grian as he dug, “whatever you’re up to. Kick some ass. Or don’t, if that’s not what you’re going for.”
It wasn’t much longer before Jimmy and Joel made it back to spawn and immediately started digging down to find Grian. None of them died this time around, and Martyn managed to convince them that he wanted to protect Grian, too—especially after that death, which he did feel rather bad about. Joel and Jimmy left, leaving Martyn alone with Grian again.
“Anyway,” he said. “Like I said. Hope you’re doing okay out there. Get home safe. Don’t destroy yourself and doom the rest of us to a life of eternal torment.” He hesitated. “The occasional torment is still okay.”
Grian didn’t answer. Martyn began digging out some more space around him, boxing him into a corner. “I’ll be here if you want to talk about it, or something,” he said, feeling a bit foolish for even speaking the words. “Yeah. Whatever.”
Grian’s eyes didn’t refocus when Martyn was blocking his line of sight. Martyn placed a torch down right beside Grian’s head, just to see if his pupils would dilate.
They didn’t. 
“Huh.” He took a step back, breaking the torch. “You know, maybe it’s best if we hide you a bit.”
He filled the hole he’d dug up to the surface with water, letting it fall from the ceiling right in front of Grian. That way, it’d be easier to get in and out. He needed to invite some other people down here, or he’d start to go mad.
“Hey, Cleo!” he called, faintly hearing her voice from above. “Come down here and check this out!”
“Here he is!” Martyn said, making a ta-da gesture with both arms. “He looks just like a fortune teller, doesn’t he?”
He does,” Cleo agreed. “The water does him a lot of favors. Hard to tell there’s anything the matter with him.”
She peered through the water stream at Grian, who stood perfectly upright, staring right through her. The water obscured most of what was uncanny about him, but it couldn’t hide his impeccable posture. The real Grian was always hunching his shoulders, bending his knees, constantly plotting his next move, but this Grian reminded her more of a mannequin than of himself.
“What’s her fortune, Grian?” she heard Martyn ask.
Cleo laughed, idly brushing her fingers against the now-dried blood she’d smeared over her cheeks. “That I’ll die an untimely death, most likely.”
“I’d say that applies to all of us, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm.” She took her eyes off Grian for a moment to give Martyn a scrutinizing look. “You wouldn’t happen to know what he’s up to, would you?”
“Oh, I haven’t got a clue,” Martyn said. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
She took a step closer. “I do hope you’d know better than to lie to me.”
“I wouldn’t lie about this, Cleo. Grian and I, we…we don’t talk much about this kind of thing.”
Cleo believed him. When Martyn started sounding pathetic, he was usually being honest.
“What about back home?” Martyn asked. “Does he talk about this stuff on Hermitcraft?”
“Not to me,” Cleo said dismissively. “You’d have to go to Pearl about that, I expect. If anyone knows, Pearl knows.”
“Then why don’t you ask her?” Martyn suggested.
“Pearl’s not so easy to threaten,” Cleo said, allowing a small smile to creep across her face. “Besides, it’s really none of my business. He’ll be back soon enough.”
“Right, yeah. Of course.”
Cleo had no reason not to take Grian at his word—or Joel and Jimmy at theirs, since they were the ones that had passed on Grian’s message. But she couldn’t help wondering what would happen if Grian didn’t return in a timely fashion. Would they leave him here for the rest of the game, letting his clock run out naturally? Would red players flock to him, unable to resist the temptation of an easy kill?
“Let’s get some other people down here to have their fortunes read,” she said briskly. “Keep him company.” No use letting herself brood over hypotheticals.
“Hi, Grian!” Scar said. “I’m so sorry, but it had to happen. Thank you.”
“Scar, this isn’t a confessional,” Bdubs laughed at him. “He’s a fortune-teller.”
“Hey, it can be whatever you want it to be,” Scott said. “For Scar it’s a confessional, for the rest of us it’s fortune-tellings…”
“Thank you, Scott.” Scar hopped into the water stream, poking his head out on the other side so he could breathe. “I’m sorry I killed you, Grian, but it was part of the moment. You understand the moment, I’m sure. Things happen!”
When he opened his eyes a moment later, he realized how close he was. Grian’s eyes were hollow and unblinking, and his lips were pressed firmly together, neither smiling nor frowning. If Scar didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was looking at a statue of Grian, not his real human body.
He pulled back as quickly as he could without making it look like he was panicking, and turned his back on Grian entirely as he faced the others. “That’s a relief. He said he forgives me!”
No one seemed impressed, but Scar didn’t care. There were too many people around for him to say what was really on his mind, anyway.
“This is weird,” Etho said.
Until right this second, he hadn’t fully considered how weird it would be to talk to Grian one-on-one like this. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Grian in all the chaos earlier, so this was his first time taking it all in.
“Cleo said I should go talk to you,” Etho said, “and I guess she was right, because this is really putting things into perspective. Like, sure, I spent a ton of time mining today and only found two diamonds, and then I died to a creeper! But it could be lot worse. I could have died twice and found no diamonds.”
The worst thing about it was how subtle it was. Etho couldn’t put his finger on anything specifically wrong, but he could feel the tension in the air just from his proximity to Grian. Grian’s…body. His temporarily unused body.
“I’m about to turn yellow, actually,” Etho said. “Two minutes. Comin’ up pretty soon, and I think I’m gonna go kill somebody once it happens. ‘Course, you’re already yellow, so you’re safe.”
Grian didn’t answer. Etho shuffled his feet, wondering how long this conversation was supposed to go on.
“And you know what?” he said. “Bdubs said he’d ditch Scar and Cleo for me in a heartbeat. His exact words.” Grian did not seem shocked to hear it.
“I don’t really know what to do with that,” Etho admitted. “I don’t really know what to do with Bdubs in general, but you know what I mean. I swear, sometimes I think we have polar opposite brains—I don’t know how we put up with each other.
“Bdubs loves swearing his undying loyalty to people—well, mostly to me, I think. Hard to wrap my head around it sometimes, but there’s only two outcomes, y’know? Either he’s lying, which would be bad, obviously, or he means, it, which…
“Well. We’ve done this whole thing before. I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t know if I want to betray my whole team for him or whatever. Which is dumb, right? It’s just a silly game, I know they’ll all forgive me after it’s over, but Bdubs…we don’t have a great track record in these games, the two of us.
“I guess you’d understand that better than anyone.”
Grian didn’t answer.
“This was weird,” Etho said. “This was really weird. I’m gonna go.”
He took one last look at Grian before he returned to the surface. Grian still hadn’t moved, but then again, maybe he had. Maybe he was moving so slightly that Etho didn’t even notice. Usually Etho was a pretty perceptive guy, but he had his blind spots.
“You better not tell Bdubs,” he said, and left.
“Hey, Grian!” Impulse said. “Heard you had a rough time this session, huh?”
He’d already seen Grian when the boogeyman had been chosen, but Impulse was very distracted at the time. Without a bunch of people laughing and talking around him, Grian looked downright ghostly, and Impulse couldn’t say it wasn’t getting to him.
“I’m sorry you died,” he said. “I feel really bad about that, even though I didn’t have anything to do with it. Funny, right? I had something to do with someone else’s death, and I don’t feel bad about that at all. Not sure what’s up with that.”
Grian’s blank expression was a little warped through the water, and for a moment, Impulse almost thought Grian was giving him a look of exasperation. “Okay, okay,” Impulse said, “I know exactly what’s up with it. I guess I can be honest with you, since you’re kinda down for the count right now. We’re all here to let loose, right? Nothing wrong with a bit of murder between friends! It’s just a game, and Pearl and I will go back to being friends again once it’s over.”
Grian didn’t answer, but that was okay. Impulse didn’t want anyone else to hear what he was about to say. It was a good thing Martyn had set this up, because after a long day of contemplating murder, it was getting difficult for him to keep his thoughts to himself.
“I’m planning on killing Bdubs when I get to red.” He let out a long sigh of relief. “Gosh, that feels good to admit. Been keeping that one quiet for a while. I’ve always wanted to have one of those big dramatic moments like the rest of you, and I’ve never gotten the chance. It's only fair, right? Sure, winning would be nice, but all I can really think about is the moment I finally get my turn to do something people will remember.
I don’t think that’ll make a big difference to my teammates—not to Tango and Skizz, at least, they’re not the biggest fans of Bdubs right now. But I can’t help thinking if I had to choose between keeping my team safe or focusing on my plan, I’m not sure I would—”
He paused, hearing some noises from up above. “Skizz and Tango are on their way, I think—yeah, here they come.” Impulse took a step back to let Tango and Skizz out of the water. “Hey, guys!”
“Hey, Impulse!” Tango said, stepping over the cobblestone base of the water stream. “Did I hear you talking about us?”
“All good things, I’m sure,” Skizz added, jumping out behind him.
“Of course! I was just telling Grian about our beautiful new tower,” Impulse said, prompting an irritated noise from Tango. “He said all the best towers are asymmetrical nowadays.”
They seemed to believe him, thankfully. And if Grian had heard any of Impulse’s secrets, he didn’t breathe a word.
“Hey, Grian. Just checking to see if you were back yet before I went to sleep.”
Pearl had seen Grian like this before, here and there, but it didn’t make it any easier. Even after everything, she wasn’t immune to getting the creeps.
“A lot happened today,” she told him. “Lots of people died. Including me! Twice! I thought I had this one in the bag, you know, and now look at me, I’m yellow! Though admittedly, there’s a lot of that going around.”
Pearl was pretty comfortable talking to Grian like this. She’d tested him before, telling him all manner of secrets and bits of gossip that came to mind. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist bringing it up afterwards, and he’d never mentioned any of it to her.
“I just can’t get into it like I did last time,” she admitted. “Playing to win seems a little pointless, doesn’t it? I already found out what happens when I win. It doesn’t fix anything. I really wish you’d warned me.
“I don’t know how you still manage it. You’ve kept trying to win all the way through every one of these games. I’m not sure I want to keep trying anymore.”
She poked him in the stomach, just for good measure. If all else failed, she’d always be able to get a reaction out of Grian that way. He didn’t move, which was proof enough for her.
“Thanks, Grian,” Pearl sighed. “Good luck out there.”
“Well, hey there, Grian! Thought I’d stop by one last time.”
Everyone else had gone to sleep for the night, but Scar couldn’t keep himself away. He’d waited for spawn to be deserted as long as he dared, but Grian had told everyone he’d only be gone for a day, and Scar didn’t want to miss his chance. “Can you hear anything people have been saying to you?” he asked.
Grian didn’t answer.
“I’m just going to assume you can’t, for the sake of my own well-being.” Scar checked his watch, still ticking down the time as merrily as ever. He could swear that his timer had gone a little wonky in Grian’s absence, though it was hard to tell in all the chaos. He’d killed five people today, but hadn’t gotten full credit for all of them. Hopefully Grian would set things straight when he got back.
Grian had been one of those kills, and even hours later, Scar’s head was still rushing from it. He sat back against the wall, facing the opposite direction from Grian. Scar had learned his lesson earlier about getting up close and personal with him.
“I said I was sorry, earlier,” Scar said. “I don’t know how true that is.”
He felt bad almost immediately after saying it. “I shouldn’t say that. I do feel bad, you know! I’m not like—like you, or Joel, or Bdubs, I guess. I love causing some chaos, but things settle down and I start regretting it a little. And I do regret it, but I don’t feel sorry, and I’m not sure why.
“I’m sorry for not being sorry, I guess.”
Grian didn’t answer. Usually when Grian was silent, which was really only when he was asleep, Scar could listen for his breathing. This time, he heard nothing but the trickling water between them.
Grian had always been a constant, in more ways than one. Scar could depend on him to stir things up whenever they were getting too boring. He could always count on finding Grian, if not in the center of the action, then right on the edge instead, either orchestrating the chaos or just observing it—drawn there like a magnet the way Scar was drawn to him. But the one thing Scar never thought he’d lose was the simple fact of Grian’s physical presence.
Scar had thought about killing Grian plenty of times, but the only time he’d managed to do it was when Grian wasn’t Grian at all. No death cry, no promise of vengeance. Not even a breath.
“Don’t worry,” he said, turning his head to the side to catch Grian’s silhouette in the corner of his vision, as close as he was willing to get. “I’ll make it up to you. Once you get back, I’ll work up the nerve to kill you for real. I’ll make you proud.”
Grian didn’t answer, but Scar could envision his smile. Not his feverish post-death laughter, but the softer, rarer expression of fondness he made when he thought no one was looking. Scar had caught only wisps of it in the past, but if he squinted, he could almost see it through his lashes.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, leaning up against the wall of a tiny cave in the ground. But he couldn’t resist the thought of Grian waking him up the next morning, with either a friendly smile or a sword through his stomach.
“Goodnight, Grian,” he said.
Grian didn’t answer, which was just fine with Scar. It was safer that way.
if you read this all the way through and enjoyed, please consider reblogging!
(also, since i've been asked about previous fics, you're welcome to interpret and tag this as shipping if you like. i intentionally left it up to interpretation.)
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romanarose · 1 year ago
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Why Did You Stop?
Steven Grant x Gn!reader
Romana's 1000 follower celebration
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"hi romana, congrats on 1000! you deserve it and I love your writing! I wanted to send you a request but I'm on a side blog and hate doing anons... I'd love to see a drabble with steven and "why'd you stop?" I'm just in the mood for some fluff tonight, idk. thanks!"
Summary: While locked out of your apartment, your neighbor, Steven, kindly let's you stay over at his flat that night.
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"Excuse me, are you alright?"
You wake up to a pretty sight; Steven Grant, your neighbor, waking you.
And the blinding hall lights. Those were annoying.
"Oh, hey Steven." You smile at him sitting up.
"Everything okay? I'm sorry to wake you, love, but I was just worried."
"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just locked myself out of my apartment is all. Sleeping out here for tonight."
The look of horror on his face make you giggle. "Oh god, no! Why didn't you knock on my door? I'm glad I ordered some late dinner" He held up his take out. "C'mon, up you go" Steven began to hoist you off the couch, even picking up your coat that you were using as a blanket. "Can't believe you didn't come see me. Absolutely ridicules, as if I don't have a perfectly good apartment just across the hall for you to sleep in."
Steven continued to murmur about how you were always welcome over as he set you up on the couch you were all to familiar with after arguing with him over who was going on the bed. You simply refused, you would not disrupt the poor man's sleep. He needed it! Plus, he had a whole ruetine.
You'd been around Steven and his apartment enough that he felt he no longer had to hide the sand and chain and duck tape from you, all the times you came over to watch movie's this last month you saw his place just as it was, mess and quirks in all. You liked that he trusted you with it.
Soon enough, you found yourself bundled up on the couch with the neighbor you'd been sporting a crush on since forever, and as usual, your bodies were pressed up close with Steven laying on your lap. It wasn't long until he fell asleep on you, just as you suspected he would. Steven almost always did, needing his rest so badly, so you'd taken to lulling him to sleep yourself by gently scratching his scalp, massing your fingers through his beautiful thick curls. If he didn't wake by the end of the movie, you would try to make a quiet exit and leave him on the couch with a blanket. Tonight, you were hoping he'd wake eventually so you could send him to bed, but for now you took the time to simple admire him. He real was handsome, so, so handsome it was nearly painful, your heart aching for him, to touch him, to be with him... but if you told Steven that, would you lose moments like this? moments when you felt so comfortable, so safe, so at peace... you'd miss it all so much.
"Why'd you stop?" Steven's voice was soft and small below you, and it's then you realize his eyes open, watching you watching him...
"Oh! Oh sorry, Steven" You go back to scratching him, but he keeps looking up at you, his brown eyes large and gentle.
"You looked sad, darling. Anything wrong?"
"No, Steven, nothings wrong"
He didn't believe you. Steven sat up, his face close to yours. "No, somethings on your mind. What is it?"
Still, you hesitate. You could tell him... but you could also ruin it all. "Well... I was just thinking... and... and you can say no and I don't want this to ruin our friendship but... maybe I could take you on a date sometime?" You held your breath.
Steven's face was unreadable besides surprise. "You... you want to go on a date? With me?"
You couldn't help wringing your hands together. "Yes? I mean, if you want to. If you want to remain just friends then that's-" You were interrupted by the most unlikely of events. Steven Grant kissed you.
His lips on yours, you relax into him, opening your mouth slightly for the kiss to deepen just a bit. Nothing salacious, nothing raunchy, simply you and Steven feeling your passion for one another.
"Darling, I'd love to go on a date with you. But I'm taking you."
You smile at your sweet Steven, so beautiful and so kind. He was finally yours.
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This is inspired by the time during winter break i got locked out of my dorm bc I lost my keys at work and a kind coworker drove me home and i was able to get into the building bc my student ID by not my dorm room. The RA n duty never answered my damn call. I was mad. lol. anyway i didn't let it get me down, i made due and slept on a couch and was greatful i had a warm place to sleep in the -30 temps but Fen actually gave me this idea for Stevenw hen I told them about it XD
thanks for everyone being patient on these, my anxiety ha been like. severe. i dont want to be dramatic but it's been bad bad bad all summer and im honestly struggling. I appriciate the patience and the understanding that i gotta do it when inspiration strikes and im feeling it.
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lostiolite · 4 months ago
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ORDER UP!! (PART 2)
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Not beta read (as always), cross posted on ao3
You can tell i was listening to honeypie when i started writing this. WARNING: OUT OF CHARACTER KAI CHISAKI!1!!11!7227/!/?2&/?/)/62!
Hope you enjoy 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
PART 1
“Ooh, girl, don't you stop
Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”
The song is blaring through the restaurant speakers. Three days have passed since the alleyway incident with Chisaki. They haven’t come back yet, though it's only been two days. You wonder if Chisaki is gonna hunt you down and fucking end you. How cute, death. Your mood sours. You let out a sigh as you continue your duties. You went back to work like it was nothing after that day, to your knowledge Hyugo didn't do anything regarding the Yazkuza regulars. Though you don't blame him if he didn't, if anything he… helped you? Topic for debate considering the method wasn't all that jolly. You wonder what his pops did. Does he know that Chisaki used his quirk, or did he think Chisaki just beat the shit out of him? You hope it's the ladder, you don't think he would be happy hearing that, and Chisaki won't be happy as a result of his Pops being mad at him, andddddd he might just blame you. You sigh for the nth time, oh well you're alive- for now. You notice a familiar figure walk in.
“Bring your own fork, girl, you know I don't provide it (ha)
Ooh, girl, don't you stop
Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”
Please be here old man. you beg internally and look away, suddenly the floor looks so interesting. You just know it's Chisaki, but you don't know what his reactions gonna be. You finish serving your current patrons drinks and hope you can get to the lounge once your shift ends. You don't want him to see you. You know it's futile but you can't help but, beg, hope - and wish for a way out unnoticed. You're surprised when he isn't placed at a table but led somewhere else. THANK GOD. You head to the lounge, informing the co-worker on the next shift on the way there. You can't help but feel relieved, so happy, like you made it free from death. Unfortunately, all that happiness goes out the window when you see Chisaki and the host- Hinata in the lounge talking. He notices you. Oh? o-
“Oh! _____!” He exclaims, Chisaki's gaze follows his, and you end up making eye contact. His face is unreadable and you feel that if you are left alone with him his first move will be to end your life. “This is Chisaki, I think you’ve seen him right?” it's more of a statement than a question. “Your shift ended right? Chisaki’s gonna help around the restaurant for a while, Hyugo said you knew him. Take him errand shopping!”
“Didn't we already restock cleaning-” you try to object
“Nononono! Here's a list! I was actually gonna get them after my hosting shift ended but since your shift ended and ya know he's gotta help, why don't you two do it!?” He's enthusiastic and, you can't object.
“Okay”, you sigh turning to Chisaki who's sitting down, as you take off your mask. Hinata leaves the room excitedly. “Hey, uhm. I'm gonna clock out then we can go”. He nods.
It's dead silent. You knew Chisaki wasn't the talkative type but jeez, live a little. Your thoughts trace back to what Hinata said. You slow down and Chisaki notices, giving you a curious look.
“Uhm, why are you here?”
“Pops wanted me to help out here.”
“Why?”
“He said you were good people to be around.”
“Aww… that's… actually really nice”. He doesn't respond. “Your Pops is a really nice man”
“Yes, he really is.”
“So uhm… I saw him and Hyugo getting along- I think at least”, you about the alleyway incident and how his pops was accompanying Hyugo.
“Because they are doing an exchange.” You look at him, visible confusion on your face.
“What?”
“The Shie Hassaikai is going to host an event, pops wants you guys to cater for it.”
“Oh!”. You're taken aback. Usually, Hyugo informs you of these things. You look down the street for a bit, you're about to reach a crosswalk. “So uhm… what’s your opinion of events and parties?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“Don't like them”. Wow, you're so surprised. “You?”
“Uh, not my thing”. No, you were actually surprised, you never took him as the one to be willing to talk to someone other than Kurono or his pops. You stand at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. You look at Chisaki. You remember back then how he reacted to Chiyo and Haruo. Honestly, you're surprised that he's even conversing with you. It's probably because of his pops you can tell that he wouldn't be willing to talk to people without an external factor pushing him to do so. You realize that he has been staring back at you with a blank face, he isn't necessarily analyzing you like he used to. you avert your gaze, staring back at the crosswalk signal.
You're buying specific party-related items, fancy cupcake wrappers things of that sort. You wonder if they have a specific theme for the event. You are Chisaki are looking for the food picks. Once you get those you will be done with the errands. You can’t help but ask a few questions about the party.
“What's the party for?”
“Social networking.”
“Ohh…” He looks at you for a second before reaching for the fancy-looking food picks. He places them in the basket and you two walk out the aisle. You see an array of items, and you're curious about Chisaki, not as a yakuza member, but as a person.
“What candy do you like?”
“Sour… candy…” He seems embarrassed, “You?”. You laugh as you tell him your candy of liking. You wonder why he's willing to inquire about you. The two of you are walking to the cash register. your double checking the items as you hear laughter to your side. It's a couple, holding hands and chatting vivaciously. You don't look for long, it's not really important. You finish double-checking the items in your basket. You look up to Chisaki, whose gaze is fixated on the couple. You don't pay it any mind. You pay for the items and grab the receipt.
“Chisaki.”
He looks at you almost startled. You cock your head to the side. Why was he staring at them? You two stay silent for a moment.
“I’m gonna ask Hyugo about you and how you're gonna help around the restaurant”
“Alright,” he hods.
You text Hyugo a bunch of questions, all of which he answers. You put your phone back into your pocket with a deep breath. Chisaki gives you a curious look. You wonder how he looks without his mask. You still haven't seen him without it.
“Hyugo said you're free to go, come back tomorrow and he said that he will have an actual list of things for you to do.” he nods.
The two of you begin to walk. It's getting dark, and the streets are empty, with noticeably fewer passerbyers. You don't really pay any attention to Chisaki. Your main focus is on getting back home. That brings you to question where he lives.
“Where do you live?”
“Over in…” the area he tells you is opposite to the restaurant, aka the direction you're going in.
“You know, you can walk home.” You stop walking, after all, he was free of all duties. You don't really wanna bother him. However, he doesn't spare you an answer, he just continues walking. You're taken aback but follow suit nonetheless. Chisaki is walking you home, huh?
You wave him by as you enter the restaurant. He waves at you in response. His face was blank- as always. Yet, it makes you feel happy. Does that mean the two of you are friends now? You befriended the Kai Chisaki.
Chisaki comes in the next day as expected. Hyugo entrusted plant care to the two of you. The greenery adds to the restaurant's vibe and elegance. It wasn't anything special, just pruning and watering the ones according to schedule. Normally Chiyo is in charge of the plants but she's been increasingly busy, especially with school. She has been studying hard for her dream (culinary) school.
The two of you start with the indoor flowers. Fortunately, only a few of them were scheduled to be watered today. You give him instructions on how to prune them. He listens closely, and he’s also a fast learner. While he's proficiently pruning the flowers and ensuring both their livelihood and beauty, You go get a water bottle and fill it up. Chisaki watches as you water them, he double-checks them for any spots he didn't prune. The two of you don't exchange many words during this, but it's fun. And, in no time, you've finished the indoor plants. Way to go! You grin to yourself, you aren't wearing a mask because you aren't serving food and drinks. So you kind of forget that Chisaki is looking at you. You feel a bit awkward but you push through. You take Chisaki towards the back balcony, with all the outdoor plants. There are spices, but there are also pretty roses, roses aren't your favorite, but they are pretty. The two of you get to work on the spices, thankfully there's a sink out there so you don't need to head back inside. It seems that it took longer than you thought because you notice the sun begin to set. You finish the last spice- mint, and begin to work on the roses that are so beautifully placed along most of the balcony railings. It's a magnificent sight really, especially with the sun setting. You take a step back and admire your hard work. The roses are thriving. Chiyo really does do a good job at taking care of the restaurant. You lean against the railing, pulling out the list for Chisaki- he’s free to go. You're about to inform him before he too leans against the railing. He's hunched over like he's trying to match your size. He's looking at the sunset. You don't wanna bother him, so you decide to let him be.
Instead, you stare at him, you have a full view of his ear piercings. You wanna ask him about it. His hair is really fluffy. You wanna feel it, he must take his hygiene seriously considering his germaphobia, you wonder what his skincare routine is like. You cock your head to the side, taking his appearance in. He’s pretty, he looks ethereal, you can't believe he’s some anti-social, probably sociopath- or psychopath germaphobe. And- you haven't even seen him under the mask. Hes so beautiful you're practically jealous. You wish you were blessed with his genetics.
You can faintly hear the music of the restaurant, and smell the freshness radiating from the collection of plants around you two. You didn't realize it before but you do now, he's starting at you. You don't know when his focus changed from the sunset to you. You offer him an awkward smile, and he smiles in return. you can't really tell ‘cause of the mask, but the scrunch and look of his eyes tell you everything you need to know.
The door opens and you hear footsteps. You redirect your graze.
“Okayyyyyyy?” Arlan gives a curious look, a goofy one at the same time.
“Oh, Yeah no!” you turn back to Chisaki. “You can go now” You feel kind of awkward now. “I'm sure your pops wouldn't want you to be away for so long”. You smile once more and he nods, walking to the door. You wave farewell to him, wishing him a safe walk home.
“Are you into him?” Arlan asks as he pulls out one of his earbuds. he leans on the balcony you once occupied. You don't answer, you're trying to gather your words. “Cmonnnnnn, he def likes you!” He chuckles. You shake your head laughing, he flashes a bright smile, one so stupidly loveable, it screams Arlan. You feel that Chiyo’s hopeless romantic mindset is getting to him. You can hear the music from his earbuds.
“'Til you're mine, girl
And I won't stop it until you're my girl”
even though it's only been a week, You’re getting used to having Chisaki around. He’s accepted your presence a while ago, but now he's fine with you yapping! Such a great friend!
You and Chisaki helped around the restaurant. Though due to his malice towards almost everyone he didn’t work with customers. He worked in stocking, analytics, and plant care.
Its thursday. Chisaki is working with Hyugo on the party planning. The social gathering held by the Shie Hassaikai will be held tomorrow, it piques your curiosity. Seriously, who was going to be there? Are they rich? Is it like- top secret? Where the most dangerous yakuza come together and talk business or is it just like a BBQ? Various images of what the party possibly could be pop up in your head. Only Hyugos gonna go, because even though you guys have a neutral stance in the whole villain-hero thing. He doesn’t want you guys to get involved with potentially dangerous yakuza, which- you call bullshit, but also he (likely) doesn't know how Chisaki casually killed a dude in an alleyway.
A nice warm song is playing from the loudspeakers, you get dinner from one of the chefs- perks of living and working in a restaurant. You make your way to a free booth in the back, One usually reserved for workers to eat during/after their shifts. You’re humming along to the song. Any angle, Noa,
You internally thank Arlan for having such good music taste. The staff all put songs in a playlist but since Arlans usually the one controlling the speakers it's his songs that get priority. You nom down on your dinner, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. You haven’t had time to have dinner in the restaurant because of being busy with Chisaki. So you wish to savor the moment. You aren’t paying attention to Chisaki until he slides into the booth in front of you. You look up at him taking your attention away from your food. You start chewing faster so you can speak. After swallowing you ask him, “What are you doing? Shouldn't you be going home?”, He grimaces.
“I'm dreading the party.”
“Sucks, can't you just stay in your room? It’s what I do when there's guests I don't wanna interact with.”
“I'm going to be the face of the Hassaikai. I have to show up.” He looks at the window, staring out into the night. “Besides, I wanted to ask you… what are you doing tomorrow?”
“After school, I’ve got a shift.” he looks at you, his brows furrowing.
“Come to the party tomorrow, then I won't be as bored”. You give him a questioning look.
“I don't think I can just call off like that-” you think of Arlan. Do you really wanna ask him? You don't wanna bother him.
“I already asked Hyugo, it's up to you. You would still be working, just at the party”
“Oh!-” You aren't fond of big social gatherings where you don't know most of the people, but- “Sure, yeah, seems interesting. I've never been to these kinds of parties”. He smiles- at least that's what the scrunch of his eyes tells you.
“Okay, I’ll take my leave now, have a good night”. He leaves and you wave him goodbye.
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skinnywalker · 1 year ago
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When we met part 1: the other Tartts (Roy Kent x Jamie tartt's sister reader)
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Roy is a very mature man. He wouldn't be caught dead doing the foolish things other men would do for love. He doesn't look at pretty women longingly, he doesn't beg for numbers or socials and he doesn't fawn after girls he can't talk to. That why he hasn't made a move on Tartt's angelic sister.
That's definitely the reason.
She comes into the locker room all the time bringing Jamie gifts and hugs and tales from home. She comes every week without fail. Roy is almost jealous. But he wouldn't be jealous of Jamie. Not in a million years.
She is waiting outside for her ride. She looks beautiful like that. When Jamie isn't around.
"You waiting on someone?"
She turns to look at Roy and smiles. God she looks pretty when she smiles. Her face is like Jamie's if Jamie wasn't a totally prick.
"Yes my Uber. Thought it would be here already."
"Tartt didn't take ya home? That's fucking rude."
She laughs.
"We live apart. Like really far apart."
"Yeah but yar his sister! Ya have special rights!"
She chuckles and pulls her coat on tighter.
"You'd think."
Roy isn't impulse. He isn't. He's smart and he thinks ahead and-
"I'll drive ya home."
"What?"
"I'll drive ya home. It's too cold to stay out here and the club will close soon. I have no where else to go tonight."
She gives him and million excuses but Roy is as stubborn as stone.
"Ok, thank you. You really didn't need to do this."
"Yeah and Tartt didn't need to leave ya out in the cold like a prick. Hop in."
He drives for miles and she begins to doze off.
"Whats your address?"
No response. Roy turns to find that she is asleep. God damnit how can she always look so pretty. Roy can't force himself to wake her up.
He stops outside of his apartment and wakes her up enough to get inside and on his couch. She goes straight back asleep. Best to leave her like this.
Roy can't sleep though. It's eating him alive that he has Jamie's pretty sister in his house on his couch. Why does it matter so much? Why? Roy doesn't fall for girls who don't even know him, right?
He finally falls into a restless sleep. When morning hits he goes into the normal morning routine and stops when he sees her again in his bathroom.
"Hello."
"Hello."
Roy than remembers he is most naked and slips into his robe.
"Do you....do ya need new clothes?"
"I don't think so. Did we?"
"NO! no we didn't do anything! Ya fell asleep in my car is all and I didn't have yar address."
He can't tell her reaction to this news.
"Oh. Ok. Thank you. Thank you for taking me home to sleep. I'm sure it was kind of weird."
It was kind of weird.
"No it was fine. Ya needed a place to sleep and I'd prefer ya to fall asleep in my car rather than some random uber."
She nods. Her face is still unreadable. But then she smiles and her eyes twinkle.
"Can I ask you a weird question? You can ignore it if you want but I just want to know."
"Ask away."
"Are you single?"
What. Roy's brain turns off for a second
"Yes."
"Ok."
Awkward silence falls over them.
"Why?"
"Well, it really touched me that you were willing to take me home and care about me so I was just, you know, curious."
"Curious about?"
She takes a deep breathe.
"Well I've seen you in the locker room for a while and I thought you were cute and you seem kind and intelligent and I've been single for a while so I was just....wondering."
Someone into Roy first? That never happens.
"That's a bit fast, but if we take things slow and if ya don't mind not tell Tartt I...I wouldn't mind trying something."
"Yeah, not telling Jamie is a good idea."
More awkward silence. Roy has never been this awkward with a girl.
"So, are we dating then?"
She smiles
"Depends, do you want to get breakfast together?" Roy smiles for the first time in a while. He is genuinely happy.
"Yes, I would."
(@pyschshawnjulesshanluke happy birthday!)
*part two coming*
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winterfleursblog · 3 months ago
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Oh baby, but it's cold outside
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☆ Genre: Fluff
☆ Warnings: Just over fatigue !
☆ Pairing: Idol!Seungkwan x SoloArtist!reader
Reader is a solo artist, Seungkwan is ... Seungkwan. They met through promotions and being under the same entertainment. The two have been dating for three months now, but it seems like the reader still feels afraid of being vulnerable with him. These all changed due to a hectic day that 'took out' every last bit of energy from the reader.
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It's just a week before Christmas, but it didn't feel like it—you were still finishing promotion videos, recording special covers, and the like. Although doing this was something you enjoyed, you can't help but wish for rest ... even just for a day.
"Y/n, our last two takes are in 3 minutes, let's get prepared now" said your manager, quickly waking you up from your half-asleep state. Work began to be tiring after a month without breaks, and if your manager weren't watching, you would've escaped and went to your boyfriend's filming location to hug him as you listen to his daily stories.
Things took a turn for the worse. What you thought was a 5-minute take turned into 30 minutes.
"Try holding this flavor instead"
"Hmm... wouldn't this poster be better"
"Let's try a different dress, one that would suit the new flavor's vibe better"
The company you're endorsing for came unprepared, and now you had to deal with it. Although your inner monologue has been spitting out curses since they started making sudden changes, you remained calm and professional on the outside. Sooner after the shoot was done, it was time to go home to the one you loved the most.
You absolutely adore Seungkwan. If you could give him the universe, you would. And so it became a hobby of yours to care for him each day; make sure he never leaves on an empty stomach, pamper him with the things he needs when he's in a hectic schedule, and even massage his head when he's exhausted. None of those felt like chores to you, as they felt like privileges that God has given. Your love for your boyfriend was one that didn't expect anything in return.
However, your boyfriend loves you just as much as you do. He always tries to take you home safely by personally driving, and gives gifts (which he rarely does to others!).
This day had been a tiring one, and it has ended. Now all that's left is to go home and see the love of your life after war (a long day shooting).
After the 2-hour shoot, you open your phone to missed calls and unread messages from Seungkwan.
"Where are youuu?"
"Should I pick you up now?"
" :⁠-⁠[ "
Instantly, your face lights up.
"I'm sorry boo, schedule was tight, I couldn't read them earlier"
"I'm at XXX district, I'm about to go home, don't worry"
You pack your bags to set off to go home, 'til your phone vibrates again. Seungkwan has replied in an instant despite your hour-late reply.
"Okay, I'll come there :⁠^⁠) wait for me"
There it is again, your heart beating like crazy. Being practically half-asleep right now, you start wondering if you are dreaming; but thank the heavens, you aren't. A part of you wants to tell him not to come since it's already late and he too should get some sleep, but you yourself knew you couldn't go home at this state too.
While waiting for Seungkwan, your seniors pull you over and take you along.
"Hey, that's the last shoot for this month, let's go celebrate y/n"
"But—"
"Oh come on, don't be such a kill joy"
In a matter of seconds, you find yourself dragged outside in the snow. It took all the energy you got to let go and reject their offer.
"Sorry, I really can't right now"
And then came a chorus of sighs, but it was inevitable. If you drunk now, you'd probably wind up dead tomorrow.
Out in the cold, you could no longer think straight. "Should I go back inside?" but the building is far from you now. "Where could seungkwan be?" and he has just started driving by now. "How longer will my eyes stay awake?" and you're basically sleep walking right now.
It was useless, all you could do is walk back to the building or else you'd freeze to death. Half-asleep, you start making your way back to where you were before getting dragged. With your state right now, one wrong step and you'd stumble on the snow. You start waking yourself by slapping your face, which barely made a difference. Suddenly you hear the a familiar car horn—it was Seungkwan.
He got out of the car and waved his hand to you.
"Y/n~"
Ah, it's that cute smile coupled with his chubby cheeks that made you fall for him.
"Kwa—"
The thing you so feared of happening, finally happened. You stumbled on snow and are now like a kid trying to make a snow angel. You could hear Seungkwan's giggles getting louder as he runs towards you.
"HAHAHA— are you— HAHAHA— okay?"
"you need some rest, let's go home"
You look at him with a sarcastic smile as he helps you up. As he glances at your face, his mocking slowly turns into concern.
The moment you sat on the passenger seat, you fell asleep. It was just a 10-minute ride home and you could've just waited, but the land of the dreams were already pulling you in.
Soon, you woke up to the sudden feeling of stopping. The moment you opened your eyes, it wasn't your apartment through the window that you saw; rather, your boyfriend's front camera snapping photos. He was taking selcas of you together while you were asleep.
Seeing you open your eyes, he immediately stopped giggling while posing and hid his phone.
"I saw that"
"...sorry"
"I know you like my face so much, but can't you just wait until I wake up?"
There is it, your cocky tone that makes him flustered.
"Whatever...! We're home"
You step out of the car to battle again with your fatigue. Just like the usual night routine; half shower, change clothes, and the last thing—properly remove your makeup. They put on so much makeup on you earlier that it was so hard to remove. Thanks to 'that' company's indecisiveness, your makeup remover has now run out. With no options left, you go to Seungkwan's room.
"Kwan-ah, can I borrow your makeup remover?"
He pointed to where it is—just infront of the make up desk. His makeup desk was much grand compared to yours thanks to being an idol for longer, might as well remove your makeup in his room, too.
As you were removing your makeup, you were in your last straw—using up the last bits of energy and consciousness. The cold weather wasn't any help too, now that it is lulling you to sleep. Seungkwan was scrolling through his phone, but his attention was on you minutes later as you fell asleep on his desk.
"Aigo~ Y/n"
"You haven't finished yet, you'd irritate your skin if you sleep like that"
But his efforts were futile, you were already asleep.
He took matters to his own hands. Gently, he removed your makeup for you and cleaned up right after. Since you two sleep in different rooms (something YOU yourself wished for), Seungkwan was thinking whether or not to wake you up. A part of him felt scared of you getting uncomfortable sleeping in his bed, but another just wanted to cuddle with you and adore you as you sleep.
Amid all of this thinking, he didn't realise that his shuffling woke you up.
"Oh, sorry, did I fell asleep?"
"I'll go back now, goodnight baby"
It was one of the rare moments you were vulnerable, and he knew 'cause you started calling him "baby." Now flustered and desperate to adore you as you sleep, he started retaliating.
"Ah~ Why don't you stay here for the night? C'mon, you can't even walk"
At this point, you had no sense of rationality left in you, so you just spouted out the purest of your thoughts
"But I sleep really noisy, and I don't want you to see me in the morning bare faced"
"But I want tooo~"
Seungkwan was acting like a lovesick boy, despite the fact that you two had been dating for 3 months now.
"And I...I'm shy...to sleep in the same bed as 'THE' Seungkwan"
"I promise I won't do anything weird!"
You suddenly blush
"I-I know! That's not what I meant!"
You started thinking of excuses to escape the situation when the real reason was just that your heart races every time he was near. The fangirl in you still can't believe that you're dating him, and will probably become very clingy if you slept on the same bed. With your drunken-like state because of fatigue, you made the stupidest excuse ever known.
"But... it's warmer in my room"
"Oh baby, but it's cold outside"
He himself can't believe he said such words, and is now a blushing mess.
"...I meant, it's cold on the way to your...room"
Great, now you can no longer resist.
You finally sigh in defeat and put your weight on him though a hug. He quickly understood this and helped you walk towards the bed. The second you laid down, you start wondering why his bed was much comfortable than yours. Was it the matress? The sheets? Or was it simply him being there?
Those thoughts were dismissed once he started poking your cheeks and stroking your hair.
It was the first time in your life someone not your parents has done so, and you could no longer fight your intrusive thoughts. Suddenly you hug him tightly and act all clingy. He reciprocates anyways with a forehead kiss. You two are basically fools in love right now.
"I love you all the time, but I think I love you more when you're like this"
He didn't realise that you were asleep already, and he was basically talking to himself. Still, he continued hoping that his teasing will he heard in your dreams.
"You can't even stay awake for a whole minute, how can I trust you with 20 steps to your room?"
"Ah, you've been overworking again, I told you, you aren't going to lose popularity just because you haven't done a comeback in half a year!"
"Really, you're so stubborn"
"...and I love it, too"
A few moments later, he also drifted to sleep, and whole night was just you clinging to him like some sort of koala. He enjoyed this, though, and will now coax you everyday into cuddling with him until you both fall asleep.
Extras ; [the next day] !
The next day, he woke up first, and did what he's good at—taking photos of sleeping people. This time around, though, you didn't catch him. When you woke up, he was wearing a grin that looked like it told a thousand words. Was it a cocky, embarrassed, or smitten grin?
Your thoughts weren't composed yet right now, but as soon as you realised you were sleeping on the same bed, you sit up and panic.
"W-Why am I sleeping here?? Did I do anything crazy? Oh God"
Seungkwan giggled a bit at your actions, but immediately calmed you down by giving you a recap of what happened a few hours ago—just that, it's his version now.
"Well, you were soo tired and you basically wanted some cuddles from the most handsome man in existence, and so you asked me kindly if I could shower you with love. I didn't mind doing it at all since you asked nicely."
And there it is, he's starting to get cocky again. Luckily, you remembered last night because of his twisted story.
You were about to protest until his phone switched on for the morning alarm, and you saw his lock screen to be a collage of sleeping faces. What's worse? They're all pictures of you.
He tried to hide it but it was too late.
"Hm? What's that?"
"... Nothing ...."
Since he was caught red-handed anyways, he used it instead to tease you.
"Ah, how cute, I got a sleeping koala with me~ hehehe"
This obviously was embarrassing for you and it required drastic measures.
"Kwan-ah ... what do you want?"
Your tone was serious, and that took him aback.
"Hm? ... What I want...?"
"The latest American-style store or the hamburger shop down the road ... you name it..."
"Why?"
"...in exchange for ... changing your lock screen"
He suddenly burst out into laughter and started getting all demanding.
"Hmm... can I have both?"
You look at him with a defeated expression
"Well, I have two versions of the lockscreen, can't have one showing randomly, right?"
With your sleeping face getting exposed to the other members of seventeen on the line, you just follow his request. He ends up paying for the food anyways and turns the food hunt into a date.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello I AM ALIVE AGAIN ON TUMBLR but now writing for Seungkwan 😄 This fic is not proofread or what, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME !! thank you 😊🌸
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gay4harm · 1 year ago
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Riri x reader one shot
warning: smut, fluff, angst I think...
A/N: said i would put this out and I almost always keep my promises.... also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes
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You didn't think this would happen
You out walking in the rain after finding out your girlfriend was cheating on you
it was pretty unexpected honestly
you and her were out on a date, somewhere nice and fancy
you had dresses up in a black silky dress that hugged your figure just right, your hair left loose and makeup done to perfection.
you knew you looked good and if it wasn't for your already big ego, your best friend Riri Williams had confirmed that you looked good and in her words 'sexy asf'
that was enough for you.
Upon getting to the restaurant, your girlfriend or ex girlfriend had went to the restroom when her phone went off, multiple times.
you checked and saw 5 unread messages for some bitch named Kayla who was asking her when she could come over.
you had looked a little more, scrolling up to see they were sending very sexual pictures back and forth to each other, and not to mention your girlfriend telling her that she was going to break up with you.
Tonight
so instead of letting her get qthe chance, you left and didn't look back.
on your way back to your apartment that you and your cheating girlfriend shared you knew you could go back there.
so you went to the only other place you knew
Riri looked over to her door from her place on the couch in front of her tv.
the sound of three soft knocks interuppted her show, she got up and opened the door only to reveal you drenched in water, makeup smudged, hair dripping and covering half of your face, and you shivering at her doorstep.
Even with water all over your face she could tell you were crying.
"Y/n are you ok?"
A little backstory
You and Riri had been best friends since childhood, until high school. She and you had drifted a part and didn't reconnect until college, she had became your best friend again.
Of course there was something else to add
Riri has had a crush on you since she couldn't even remember when
Now she didn't know if you felt the same way but what she did know is that whenever she would see one of your failing relationships she would be there letting you know she would always be there with open arms and an open mou-
You spoke up "I just broke up with Zariah"
You words were interuppted by sniffles and more tears, like the thought made you even more upset than you already were.
"oh what happened?"
Riri spoke softly and waited for you to respond as she pulled you in her home.
"she's been cheating on me"
Riri could have told you that, she knew your girl wasn't shit and even when she tried to hint towards the fact that she could treat you better it never came across to you, Riri was attractive but you would always remember thats the reason why you two had stopped talking.
"oh I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
"no, I can't believe she'd do that" you began to breakdown letting more tears come down your face.
"oh god, I'm sorry Riri I should have never came here. I just- i didn't know where else to go"
Riri's heart broke hearing those words, seeing the look on your face.
"no, no, no your good, don't be sorry. Here let's get you in some warm clothes"
Riri leads you to a room, which you had assumed was obviously hers.
She had given you a Hoodia and some shorts telling you to wait as she would get some stuff for you to take a quick warm shower.
After your shower you walked back in Riri's room to get some clothes and as you did Riri knocks on the door, you open it and you see her holding a shirt.
"Here I threw this in the dryer incase your still cold."
"oh thanks"
You take the shirt and take the previous one you had on off, right in front of Riri
She didn't know whether to leave or stay.
you look back at her place in the door frame
"you ok?"
of course she wasn't, she had never seen you in this way, basically naked with only a pair of boxers and no shirt, only bra.
you looked at Riri waiting for her to answer,
"Riri, are you ok?"
Riri looked up from the way your hips curved and hugged her boxers.
"uh yeah I'm good, um let me know if you need anything"
"ok, good night Riri and thank you"
"of course"
She had walked away and you had closed the door.
but not even two seconds later you turned around and opened the door only to be face to face with Riri who's hand looked like it was reaching for the door.
you two had just stood there looking at each other.
Riri tried to get some form of words out
"I- I just wanted to..."
before she could finish her sentence you rushed forward and kissed her, leaving Riri dazed at the feeling of your lips.
again without saying anything you pulled Riri in the room and continued to leave a sloppy and heated kiss to her lips as she returned the favor leaving you wanting more.
she pushes you until the back of your knees hit the bed.
she continued to attack your lips and quickly took control. Her tongue swirled in your mouth and her hands traveled up and down your body.
the sound of your low moans and Riri's groans were heard throughout the room. Smacking of wet, swollen lips also rang through your ear and the feeling of Riri flooded you and you couldn't get enough.
you push Riri so that her knees hit the bed and you break the kiss to push her on it. Riri clearly wasn't expecting you to do that but she definitely wasn't mad especially after seeing the hungry look on your face.
you climb on top of her and connect your lips once again.
instead of sweet and passionate this kiss was hungry, rough, sloppy and wet. It seemed like her lips were made for you.
Your legs straddle and you grind on riri as you grow wetter by the second.
Riri's hips buck forward like some needy slut, desperate for you to let her have you. Anything to heal the aching feeling between her legs.
you don't break for air even when you couldn't breath, Riri's lips were just to good and you needed this. After all you hadn't had sex in at least two month which is when you were guessing this affair started by your girlfriend happened. Your vibrater just wasn't enough.
the feeling got to much, you needed Riri now, you needed to feel her. You needed to feel her wet pussy on yours.
you sit up to take off Riri's shirt and throw it in some corner. You quick take off her bra leaving her bare at the top, her small perky tits were practically begging for you to suck them.
and you do, you take a hold of the left one with your wet mouth and the right with your cold tender hands. But there was nothing tender in the way you sucked and probed at Riri's breast, you left hickey after hickey, Riri's low moans and whimpers were like music to your ears.
you pull up from Riri's tit, "you like that baby?" instead of responding Riri just let a semi loud whine out and bits her bottom lip.
Your still grinding on Riri as you grab a hold of her jaw making her look at you. "answer my question"
"fuck yes, please Y/n"
"please what?"
"please let me fuck you"
you smirk at her, letting your low eyes trace down her body. You look down at your work, seeing darks spots all over Riri's breast and neck.
Riri wasn't really used to this type of dynamic, well actually she was, she just wasn't used to being in the position she was in. You on top of her and her under you whimpering and begging like some slut. She was used to be on top but she didn't have a problem with switching once in a while.
plus she trusted you, she knew nothing bad would happen and it was clear you knew what you were doing.
you get up and take off your soaked boxers and underwear, your wetness making an effort to travel on your inner thighs, the sight of this made Riri's clit jump.
you move so you can take of Riri's sweatpants but not before noticing the small wet patch that looked like it was growing.
her underwear wasn't any better, they were soaked and the sight of her juices already slightly pouring out her cunt made you want to dive in and savor the flavor. But you wouldn't and you couldn't, instead you climbed on Riri, aligning her pussy with yours, they just so happened to seem like they were molded for each other with the way your clit seemed to sit right on top of hers.
you slowly began to rock back and forth, loving the way both of your juices seemed to mix together.
the only way to describe the way Riri's pussy felt on yours was perfect. you couldn't help but to quickly change your pace to go faster.
your moans rang out and a mix of curses spilled from Riri's mouth, the sound of that and the wetness of your sopping cunts filled the room along with skin slapping as you began to grind on Riri like a bitch in heat.
you lower your self so you can send a sloppy kiss on Riri's swollen lips, you see her blown out pupils and almost fucked out expression as she grips on your hips, pulling you down to put more pressure on it.
it doesn't take long until you both feel the same pit in your stomach, Riri could feel herself about to cum and you could feel it to, the only thing stopping her was your words.
"you bout to come baby?"
Riri shook her head yes as her moans got louder and her whining got more high pitched.
"don't, hold that shit"
Riri almost didn't understand what you were saying but what she could understand is that she was so close and all she wanted to do was cum on your pussy so when she ate you out she could taste herself and you.
"fuck I can't y/n"
"oh yes you can baby, I know you can just hold out a little bit more for me. can you do that for me baby?"
"mhm"
Riri knew she couldn't, especially when after she had agreed she had came so hard that it made her see black and white stars, as she came the only thing to come out her mouth was a loud moan followed by your name.
soon after you could feel the rubber band in your stomach snap as you came all over Riri's pussy and the sheets below, you shout out the repeating phrase, "shitshitshitshit" followed by Riri's name as you fall on the side of her after a few more weak hip thrust.
You both seem weak and fucked out. you look over to Riri and you sit up to give her a few small peaks before letting that turn into one sweet kiss.
After laying for a few minutes trying to catch both of your breath, Riri gets up and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sound of the water from the tub splashing around and soon after you see Riri walking back in the room
she helps you into the bathroom and you see the growing bubbles from the bath, the smell of lavender swarmed in your nose.
once the tub was full, you and Riri help each other get in, she sits behind you as you lean back and rest your head on her shoulder. A sort of comfortable silence filled the room until you spoke up.
"Riri I'm sorry"
"for what?"
"for everything, I should have never stopped talking to you, I guess I was just jealous"
Riri's eyebrows furry as she looks down at you
"jealous of what?"
"of all those girls that you used to talk to, it always seemed like you would go out with your new friends and leave me behind, and then girls of all ages would just come up to you and flirt and you would always flirt back."
"it seemed like you were always looking at some other girl when I wanted you to look at me, I felt like I wasn't enough, like I'd only ever be your friend"
Riri couldn't believe what she was hearing
you had a crush on her?
and it seemed like you'd had one for a while, since when did you feel like this?
why didn't you say something?
"Y/n thats not true, your more than enough, if anything to me it seemed like you didn't want to be with me in that way."
You sit up and turn toward Riri
"of course not, Riri I've always had feeling for you."
Riri just stared, she wanted to make sure you weren't playing with her, that you actually meant it.
It might of seemed like after what just happened, Riri would have known that you liked her. but it could have just been rebound sex.
"I'm not lying Riri, I really mean it."
instead if saying anything Riri leaned forward and placed a longing peak on your lips. You kiss her back, not getting enough of her lips.
you didn't think this would happen.
you didn't think you'd be sitting in a tub with Riri after some of the best sex you've had.
you didn't think you'd be telling Riri about how you felt.
but you were
and you had completely forgotten about your cheating girlfriend.
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waywardwizzard · 5 months ago
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○If you had to choose
between you and me
who would it be?
•It would always be you
When Simon woke up - why was his arm burning? - and saw Mal leaning against the wall, he should have known that they had gone too far.
"No. No," Simon mumbled, staring at him with wide eyes, "You - you're not supposed to be here."
Mal only continued to stare at him, his eyes unreadable.
"You were supposed to go away and keep her safe."
Like you were supposed to do?
Straining against the straps tying him to the bed, the needle in the crook of his arm shifting under his skin, Simon tried to reach the captain, trying to get him to understand. She needed to be safe-
His leg spasmed and the doctor howled. The bullet wound in his thigh had been reopened and blood sluggishly oozed down his leg, staining the sheets red. Dark puddles gleamed in the artificial lighting, the slow tink of liquids echoing through the room. The doctor wasn't sure if it was blood or the IV-
Men finding them at the market, telling River to run, throwing himself at them, fighting, watching as Serenity took off, screams, pain-
Everything clicked.
"You're not real," Simon whispered, glancing at the captain.
Something shifted and everything blurred, the colours running together, turning the whole room blue blue blue-
Two by two, hands of blue. He was beginning to understand why she cried.
Tell us where River Tam is-
Ge-ge? Simon?
Oh God, please no- she was supposed to be safe-
He tried to find the captain in the swirling colours but his eyes wouldn't focus, fire running through his veins, burning burning burning-
The last thing he saw before he passed out was Mal's disappointed eyes staring back at him, blue points in a blue sea. It felt like he was drowning.
The look reminded him of the last time he had seen Gabriel.
'I won't come for you'
The lights flashed, red and grey, red and grey, throwing shadows onto the walls.
(Shadows are people who just forgot who they are.)
Did he remember who he was?
His thought chased each other round and round-
Lost in the woods
no crumbs left,
running around in circles
Look behind you-
Everything hurt hurt hurt-
A door banged open, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the room. Too fast too loud too much-
"Zoë! In here!"
He forced his eyes open and brown filled his vision, making him want to cry. Why did he want to cry?
Drowsily, he tried to roll his head, trying to follow the flash of colour, forcing his eyes to focus.
Why wouldn't they focus?
Tired blue eyes met his and it felt like he couldn't breathe.
"C-can't, can't be here. Not real."
The hallucination bent over one his restrained wrists, frowning.
"Y'know doc'," it said, "that's a real funny way of saying 'thank you', but considering the circumstances, I'll let it slide."
He wasn't - couldn't - River -
"Easy, kid, she's safe. We got her."
(We got you)
Warm, calloused fingers undid the restraints, carefully, gently, brushing over the bloody skin the straps had left behind. Simon (he remembered, he didn't forget-) remembered why he wanted to cry.
Captain Malcolm Reynolds, blood trickling down the side of his face was real and he had come.
'I won't come for you.'
'You're on my crew.'
(The captain looked real in a way Gabriel never had.)
A burst of gunfire made them flinch, Simon hissing when his leg jostled.
Cursing, the captain rushed to the door and peered around the corner.
It felt like something inside Simon suddenly pulled taut and snapped, ice replacing the fire burning in his veins.
At the door the captain glanced back and cursed again.
"Hurry up Zoë!" he yelled, his voice too loud in the small room (he was cold, so so cold, why was he cold?) before rushing back to the bed, shrugging out of his browncoat.
Gently, he threw it over the doctor, the soft leather still warm. It smelled like Serenity.
It smelled like home.
"Stay awake doc'. That's an order, dong ma?"
The captain' voice drifted over the the sound of gunfire and screaming and the last thing Simon heard was Zoë clattering into the room, her soft voice mixing with the captain's.
He was safe safe safe-
○If you had to choose
between your children
who would it be?
Her or me?
•It would always be both
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Author's note-
@quirkykayleetam It's finally done! It was so much fun to write, thank you for the request. I really hope you like it and that it's whumpy enough <3
I also hope it's fine if I use it to mark off day 2 of june of doom😅.
Also, there's something so satisfying about writing whump in a glitter gel pen😂.
@juneofdoom
Both beginning and end pieces are part of a poem called Letters I wrote for this fic (this fic spawned a lot of ideas😅):
Letters
Father dear,
answer me this.
If you had to choose
between you and me
who would it be?
Daughter dear,
I'll answer you this.
It would always be you
between you and me.
Father dear,
answer me this.
If you had to choose
between your children
who would it be?
Her or me?
Son dear,
I'll answer you this.
It would always be both
between you and her.
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