#after tonight I think I just want to see how he acts towards dream

[dreamep]

tbf with the karl in japan thing i believe he’s there for a mr beast thing rather than for fun which is extremely different than wanting to go with your friends. i can’t blame him for not mentioning it to them if he knows they’ll want to go but know he will be too busy to actually be with them due to mr beast stuff rn. like he’s for sure very wishy washy in regards to dream and definitely doesn’t want to interact publicly with dream but i don’t think the japan thing was done maliciously in regards to sapnap and george

Choosing Sapnap and George yet excluding dream is my whole thing with him tbh. Like I became a fan a month before karls first controversy and my first time interacting with dream content was him writing a twitlonger about Karl and asking people to choose kindness. Like from that I thought they would be bonded so all this is just leaving me uneasy

[eddiesxangel]

Clueless | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie’s an idiot and can’t pick up that you’ve been flirting with him for months…so you take things a step further.

Cw: SMUT, dom/mean!eddie, name calling (whore/ slut)

4 months ago…

Tonight you sat at the bar, your usual Saturday night hanging with your friends from school. There was live music and you’d been eying the lead singer for about three weeks. They played here every Saturday and tonight you brought your roommates Nancy and Robin to join you so they could finally see the mystery man you’ve been going on and on about.

The three of you had been there for about twenty minutes before they took the stage.

“They should be on any minute,” you say as you hear some of the people in the college car cheer. Your eyes instantly find the stage and your heart flutters. There he is, in all his glory.

You hear Robin's gaps and you look at her immediately.

“What is it Bin?” You ask

“Nothing!” Nancy cut her off before she could talk. She gave Robin a subtle nudge and she caught on.”

“Nothing-nothing I-uh swallowed the wrong way” she pretended to cough. What the hell is going on?

You’d forgotten about how weird they were acting halfway through the set. You'd gotten up to dance and enjoy the music. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. As the three of you got closer and closer to the stage it seemed like he couldn’t stop starting in your direction. A bright smile spread across his face and you couldn’t help but blush. You’d hoped it was because of you. You’d made eye contact and almost turned into a puddle.

After the set finished the three of you found an empty booth and took a break from dancing.

“So what did you guys think?” You asked excitedly.

“They were great” Robin smirked.

“Yea usually not my kind of thing but I liked it” Nancy giggled.

“Ok, what is going on? You’re acting weird?” You winced.

“Should we tell her?” Nancy looked at Robin.

“Tell me what?” You asked.

They didn’t get a chance to answer.

“Buckley! Wheeler!” You all turn to see the man of your dreams appearing at your booth.

Your eyes go wide when it finally hits you. They know him. This is amazing! They can introduce you!

You thought the night went as well as it could have. Eddie was glued to your side, he was the biggest flirt, and he gave you compliments about your hair and how you smelled really nice. You were touching his arm and giving sublet hints that you also found him really attractive. On top of that, the conversation was cheeky and fun, you never had an awkward moment where you felt like you needed to fill the silence. the conversation was great, he was really easy to talk to. So when you went home alone, you were beyond bummed.

Eddie and you were always gravitating towards one another whenever he would come over to visit with Robin and Nancy or when your roomies asked you to come to the bar with them to meet some friends from high school. You had become attached to one another very quickly.

One month ago…

“Eddie, can you help me with something? You called him over from in the kitchen.

“Sure thing sweetheart” he got up from the rest of the group and made his way to you. Your stomach flip-flopped any time he called you a cute pet name.

“How can I be of your assistance?” He clasped his hands behind his back.

“I can’t open it” you pout pointing the lid of the pickle jar towards him.

You were making a charcuterie board. Did you really need help? Absolutely not. The jar had already been opened but any excuse to get Eddie near you you took.

“You could have called any of the guys but you wanted me to help you with the pickles?” Eddie smirked. *pop* The jar opened with ease.

“Well yeah” you took a step closer so you see in his space. “You’re just so strong.” You graze your hand against his bare bicep before giving it a squeeze.

“You have Steve the jock to call over” he raised a brow. Is he being serious right now?

“well...yeah. But I’m sure all that strumming doesn’t hurt” You bit your lip as you tilted your head up at him.

“Eh,” he shrugged his shoulders. Passing you back the jar.

“Oh um, we’ll… thanks” You turn back to the wooden board feeling defeated as he went back to the rest of the group

3 weeks ago…

* ring, ring, ring*

“Hello?”

“Hey Eddie, it’s me” you smiled.

“Sweetness, how are you?” He asked

“I want to have a movie night next Friday.” You just came out and said it. No more beating around the bush.

“I’m down, what’s the genre we are thinking here?” He crossed his arms over his chest while the phone rested between his ear and shoulder.

“Hmmm, I don't know. Horror?” You chide.

“I didn’t think you liked them scary” he smirked.

“But I’ll have you to protect me” You throw him yet another bone.

“I’m sure you won’t need me with everyone there.” He shrugged.

“E-everyone?” You stutter.

“Yea, who else is going?” He questioned.

Shit. You rolled your eyes and stomped your foot like a child.

“Uh I’m, not sure on the final numbers yet.” You strutted.

“No worries Princess. Count me in” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“See you then Eddie” you hung up with a defeated sigh. UGH

2 weeks ago…

Movie night. You had the living room all set up, ready with drinks, snacks, pillows and blankets for everyone. The lot of you piled up in your small apartment, Robin Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Argyle, and of course Eddie.

Ten minutes into watching the original Halloween movie you ‘shivered.’ You were sat between Jonathan and Eddie.

“You cold?" Jonathan asked pointing beside him.

“I am but I’m sure Eddie won’t mind sharing with me?” He already had the blanket draped over his lap.

“Hmm?” Eddie hummed.

“Mind sharing some blanket I’m a bit chilly.” You scoot a little closer towards him.

“Oh uh yea sure” he draped the blanket over your lap while his eyes never left the screen. Fully immersed in the story.

“Thanks Eddie.” You placed a hand on his upper thigh.

Eddie didn’t bay an eye. He just continued to keep his eyes on the screen.

As the movie progressed you genuinely were getting scared. Micheal Myers had jump-scared you one too many times. It was about the fifth one by the time you grabbed onto Eddie’s arm. Eddie just smirked down at you as you covered your eyes into his shoulder.

However, Eddie sat there like a statue, unfazed by your advances. Eddie never seemed to be bothered by them, but he also wasn’t picking up what you were putting down.

Halfway through the third movie, you'd given up. He didn't put his arm around you, he didn't ask if you wanted to be protected. And He never reacted to your hand placed on his upper thigh. All of your moves were useless, and you hoped you didn't make a fool out of yourself in front of your new group of friends.

1 week ago…

Nancy and Robin started to gush about how cute the two of you would be together and it was only making you grow more impatient that he wasn’t making a move.

“Am I just not pretty?” You bit your cuticle. You were sat with your two roommates in your shared living room having a relaxing evening in.

“What are you talking about?” Nancy quipped.

“Not true, trust me, babes, you’re a smoke show, trust me I'm a lesbian.” Robin pipped up making you laugh.

"What brought this on?"Nancy looked at you with concern in her eyes.

"I’ve been throwing myself at Eddie for months! And he hasn’t once tried to make a move?” You admitted.

“He’s so dumb” Nancy said under her breath.

"I'm sure Jonathan thinks I'm pathetic. He had to suffer through my attempts during our movie night, which by the way was supposed to be just Eddie and I but he had to ask about who else was coming and I panicked!" You burry your head in your hands.

"Want me to knock some sense into him?" Robin asked.

"God no! That's the last thing I need" You shook your head. "He probably is just trying to avoid hurting my feelings... maybe he doesn't know how to turn me down so he's pretending like it isn't happening." You thought out loud.

"Nu-uh I know for a fact tha-OW" Robin looked at Nancy after feeling her kick her under the table.

"What Robin is trying to say, is that you and Eddie are perfect for one another, trust us. He will eventually see. Sometimes you have to be literal with him.

What were they not telling you?

“I don’t know…has he ever said anything about me to you guys?." you fiddled with your cup.

You look up to see Robin and Nancy give a knowing look to one another. They weren’t telling you something. They were not being subtle.

"Believe me, you don't want to give up yet." Robin reassured.

"Ohhhh kay," you sighed and changed the subject.

Today

You were so nervous but excited. Eddie has finally asked you to hang out one-on-one. You'd thought maybe this was it, the line would be crossed, and the initial step over the hump would be taken. You were so hopeful and you repeated Robin's words over and over again in your head. You don't want to give up yet.

Before arriving you had prepared yourself. You did everything from shaving to picking out a matching bra and pantie set. You had spraying yourself with the same perfume he'd complimented you on the first night you officially met. You did your hair and makeup, and don't even get started on how long it took to choose the perfect outfit that was cute enough to look like you weren't trying too hard but looked amazing in non the less.

You knocked on the apartment door that read 416. You could hear the eager padding of Eddie making his way to the door. He opned it with a swoosh and his hair blew back like he was n a goddamn shampoo commercial.

"Hey Princess, come on in make yourself at home." He greeted you with a warm hug. As he let go he scanned you up and down. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your chest. You’d picked a v neck top that extenuated your tits, even if it was just a t shirt.

“So what did you wanna do?” He asked as you examined his place. It was exactly what you’d imagine. Very boy, a bit cluttered but not dirty. It smelled fresh like he just put in a load of laundry.

“Would you teach me some guitar? If you don’t mind, I’ve always wanted to learn.” You smirk.

“You sure you want me as a teacher?” He tilts his head.

“Well why not have the best?” You flirt.

“Come on my guitar is in my room” he took your hand a lead you down the hall. Bingo

You walked into Eddie’s room and he lead you to sit in the edge of his bed.

“Ok sweetheart, first thing you need to know are the chords” he picked up his acoustic and handed it to you.

He sat beside you and proceeded to instruct you on where to place your fingers. Your hands not use to the awkward positions they kept a slipping away.

He placed each of his thighs on the sides of yours so you were sat right between his lap. His broad chest was pressed up to you.

“Here like this” Eddie scooted closer so he could help you place your hands in the correct position. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him as he placed his hand on yours. You swore you felt a jolt go through your body when he touched your skin.

“That’s better.” He whispered and your body broke out in a shiver as his breath cascaded down the side your neck.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it?” You look back at Eddie. He was so close your noses almost brushed. You could see his cheeks flair up into the pretties shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“Yea….” He was so close he just needed to close the gap! This was it, this was the moment. He just needs to lean in and….

“Here let’s try a few together now.” He moved your strumming arm to around the front of the guitar.

You were screaming at him him your head! The opportunity to kiss you was right there! Why didn’t he make a move?! Better yet why didn’t you? You cursed yourself for not being the one to lean in.

As you shake yourself out of your thoughts you feel his large hands move yours so you played a few notes in a row.

“Very good sunshine” he smirked. Those butterflies were back fluttering in your stomach.

You leaned back into Eddie’s chest with a hum. You felt his whole body on your back. His broad shoulders, his chest, his soft tummy and his hard crotch…

Your eyes blew wide open at the realization that Eddie was hard.

Eddie jerked back “I ugh, excuse me I just uh need to use the bathroom.” He mumbled before jumping off the bed like a bat out of hell.

You couldn’t believe it! So he was attracted to you…more than attracted at what you had felt. So why on earth did he run away?!

It has been a few minutes since Eddie left the bedroom and he still wasn’t back. Was he jerking off? It was he just waiting for it to go down?

You assumed it was the latter because in the middle of your internal monologue he walked back in.

“Sorry bout that, where were we?” He rounded the corner

“I think right about here” you hooked your thumbs under the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled up your shirt, bra included and flashed your bare chest.

You didn’t think Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes couldn’t get any bugged but the sure did.

“Sweetheart, what uh-”

“Come on Eddie, don’t be shy” God he was so nervous it was adorable.

“Princess I-uh? you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. You can touch them if you want.” You bite your lip.

Eddie doesn’t waist a second and rushed back towards the bed.

“Holy shit” he whispered to himself while cupping a breast in each hand. Eyes never leaving your chest.

You can only giggle at his reaction. He looked up to see the smile that broke on your face and couldn’t resist but to kiss you.

The moment his lips met yours it was like everything finally fell into place.

“Fuck you haven no idea what you do to me” Eddie gently pushed you down so you were on your back and inserted himself between your legs. he helped you take off your top and bra.

As his hand’s massaged your breasts you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

“Ya baby?” He ground his hips into your clothed centre.

“I want you Eddie.” You moaned

“Is that right?” Eddie asked cocking his head to look down at you.

You nod your head frivolously.

“You so desperate for this cock that you had to expose yourself to me like a little slut, is that it?” he growled in your ear.

This was not what you were expecting Eddie to be like in bed… well actually it was, before you’d met him. The rockstar version you’d seen on the bar stage 6 months ago. You’d expected him to be like this, but not your Eddie you know now. You imagined the Eddie you know now to be soft and gentle.

“Shit” you sigh as he bit down on the side of your neck.

“Mmmm you like that don’t you? You like being a whore for me?” Eddie slid down to latch his mouth on your nipple before flipping the two of you over.

“You want me so bad? Prove it.” he started unbuttoning his pants.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him when his cock was released from the confines of his underwear.

Eddie was big. You knew that when you felt his cock pressed against your lower back. But feeling it was much different than seeing it.

“Com’on babydoll” Eddie stroked your hair as you lowered your head to the tip of his cock. He let out a grunt when you gave it a chaste kiss.

“Don’t be a tease” he chuckled.

You engulfed him entirely running your lips to the base, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You dragged your head back up to the tip then fully down again.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well” he gripped your hair

You pop him out of your mouth and stroked his length with your hand.

“You like that Eddie? You like me being your dirty whore?” You say as you pump him in your hand.

“Fuck baby you’re filthy” he breaths.

You crawl up to kiss him as your hand still works him. His lips are so soft, and so gentle compared to the words that have been coming out of his mouth.

“Gotta fuck you.” He pulls away and pushes you back on your back and in one swift motion, Eddie pulls down your pants and underwear. “She’s already ready for me” he leaned down and licked you from your glistening hole to your clit in one agonizingly slow swipe.

“Mmmmph Eddie please” you ground your hips up for any sense of relief.

“Patients darlin’ ” he smirked before sucking on your clit.

“No, I’ve waited long enough, fuck me now.” You demanded.

“Yes ma’am” he didn’t even hesitate. His cock plunged into you. You let out a moan of pleasure as he stretched you out.

“Fuck you’re so big” you praise as he pulled almost all the way out

“You can take it” he slammed his hips back into you.

Eddie was relentless, he abused you cunt with no second thought to it.

“Fuckin should had this pussy weeks ago” he gritted through his teeth.

“You could have if you weren’t so-FUCK ME!”you cried.

Eddie didn’t let up, the way he was pounding your pussy was like heaven in earth. He slid his hand between your two bodies to massage your clit. It took him no time to find.

“Uuuuhhhhhnn” You called out in pleasure.

“What was that baby? I could have had you weeks ago? I bet I could have you little slut but I was waiting for the perfect moment” Eddie panted.

“Yes yes yes yes” you chanted. Yes to him and yes to the feeling of him hitting your g spot with each trust. Your orgasms was building and building.

“You gunna cum on this cock? Hmmm” he mocked.

“Fuck yes! Please I wanna cum so bad. Please. Fuck me Eddie, fuck me so good” you cried.

“Come for me baby girl” he cooed, still massaging your clit.

“Eddie!” You called as your orgasm took over your whole body. Waves of euphoria pluses through you.

“Good girl” Eddie praised and you shook below him. You cunt tightening around his cock was enough to throw him over the edge, cum spilling into you. Eddie rolled off you and layes down beside you.

A few moments of silence passed before you spoke up.

“So didn’t you know I was flirting with you this whole time or?” You looked over at him

“Pffft of course I did” he looked up at the ceiling.

You raised a brow at him. Even if he couldn’t see you Eddie could feel your eyes burning into him.

“Sure you did” you scoff with a laugh.

“Don’t make me come back over there” he threatened.

“Ooooo I’m so scared” you roll over and laugh into his cheek.

“Get over here” he pinned you down to the mattress.

Safe to say he definitely showed you two more times that night.



[azrielbrainrot]

The Meaning of Devotion

Pairing: God!Eris x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Body Worship

Description: Your husband shows you just how much he loves you.

Warnings: Smut, lots of kissing and heavy touching all over, oral sex, a bit of exhibitionism

Word Count: ~1,3k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: I have another story I'm working on with God!Eris in my Folk Tales series (I promise I'm still writing them) so this could be seen as a sequel when they're already together even though the story isn't out yet. Hope you enjoy!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

It's hard for you to wrap your head around how a simple, thoughtless comment had led you here. You had been happily sitting on your husband's lap just a few moments ago, listening to his warm, deep voice as he told you about one of his brothers' weddings, describing how the temples started adding motifs commemorating his wife as well, when you make the mistake of musing aloud how you wish you could have had that.

The minute his body tenses under yours you try to correct your mistake, reassuring him that you didn't need titles or statues, reminding him that, even after becoming immortal, you were still human, and there was no reason for others to treat you as a God. He wasn't listening to you at all it seems because in the blink of an eye you had been transported to what you soon recognize as one of his temples.

You had seen more than a few of the temples humans had built for him in the time you had been married, but this had to be one of the most luxurious ones by far. There was a giant statue at the top, overlooking the entire space, and you didn't want to linger on it too long but you were certain it had to be made of solid gold. Every corner was meticulously decorated in beautiful paintings, sculptures and even tapestries.

In fact, you were sitting on one right now. The beautifully crafted tapestry had been snatched from its place by the wall upon your arrival and stretched over the cold stone altar by Eris himself. Seeing how carefully he had smoothed it over the surface, it shouldn't have come as such a big surprise when he lifted you up and sat you over it, or maybe it should have, this had to be somewhat sacrilegious, even if it all belonged to him.

“Eris,” you call out to him, almost forgetting your next words when he smiles at you and pecks your lips at the sound of his name. “What are you doing?”

“I'm showing the priests that you are not just a human.”

He lays you down carefully, grabbing the back of your head so it doesn't collide with the covered stone. Not that he had ever been anything but gentle with you, but he was handling you as if one simple wrong move would break you now.

“The priests?”

Nodding, he kneels and grabs your foot, taking off your shoes one at a time. “Some humans are chosen to carry on the word of the Gods.”

“I know that but,” you start, breath hitching when his warm hand finds your knee, moving upwards, “what do you mean by showing them?”

“They have dreams of my orders or moments I allow them to see.”

His words make his intentions perfectly clear in your mind, and if they hadn't, his words certainly would as he started lifting your dress up towards your waist, baring your lower half to his enchanting eyes.

“Eris-”

“And tonight they will dream of their God's beautiful wife.”

He kisses you before you have a chance to say anything else, strong hands holding onto your waist, warm tongue coaxing yours, making you forget where you were for a moment. When he pulls away, looking down at you with so much love and adoration, you can't help but melt into him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down to your lips once again.

Mortal society no longer had any hold over your life and it was time you stopped acting like you were still human, if your husband wanted to fuck you in his temple and show his people that they should be singing your name next to his, then why would you ever think to stop him.

This was the only confirmation Eris needed, a knowing smile playing at his lips as his hands continued on their earlier path, slowly lifting your dress up and up, until he had to break the kiss to completely pull it off over your head. You expected him to resume the kiss, but instead he dropped a chaste kiss on your lips before kneeling, spreading your legs apart, and gazing at your naked body as if you were the Goddess in the room.

“There will be statues across every temple, created by the most skilled artisans, made of marble and gold,” he says, leaning and dropping a kiss to your bent knee, “but none will ever come close to your beauty, my love.”

Eris grabs your wrist next, kissing the back of your hand and continuing trailing a path up your wrist, up your arm until he reaches your shoulder. His hands were glued to your body, caressing every stretch of skin he came in contact with reverently as he moved over you and repeated the same action up your other arm.

“Eris,” you breathe out, not sure what you were even asking for.

He let out a hum and kissed your neck, lingering long enough to leave a mark on your skin, possessive as always. Your hand finds the back of his neck when he keeps leaving open mouthed kisses trailing down to your sternum, palming at one of your breasts as his mouth finds the other, softly licking and sucking your nipple while his thumb mimicked the same action on the other side.

Harsh breaths start turning into moans, sweet sounds of pleasure coming from deep in your chest at the attention your God is giving you. You could never call him anything but an attentive lover, but everything felt different in that moment - he truly was intent on showing you and the priest just how much he loved you.

Even though you were the one laying down, completely naked for all to see while he stood over you fully clothed, you didn't feel like you were relinquishing control even for a bit, not when he was worshiping you with every breath he took.

You were just about to start fully immersing yourself in the pleasure when he moved away from your chest, prompting a small whimper from you, and a “patience, my love” from him.

That wasn't what shut you up though, it the fact that his path led downward, where you truly needed him. If you were in a different, more sober state of mind, you would have noticed the way you were dripping on that ostentatious tapestry, possibly even would feel a bit embarrassed at the fact, but he had been kissing every inch of your skin for quite a while, and your sanity had abandoned you along the way.

His hands massage your thighs as he lays down, carefully positioning each of your legs over his shoulder before delicately pulling your folds apart so he could fully bare you to him, letting out an obscenely hungry moan at the sight.

Expecting him to finally give you what you craved for, you can't help the whine of his name from coming out when he kisses your thighs instead, meticulously going over the entire area, not wanting to leave even a bit of skin untouched. By the time his mouth hovers over your cunt once again, you were already melting into a pool of desire, seriously contemplating on flipping him over and just riding his face.

“Now,” he calls for your attention, kissing your lower tummy softly, “I just need you to lay back and keep calling out my name.” He smirks when your breath hitches, dropping an otherwise chaste kiss right on your clit. “Show them what a real prayer looks like.”

You obey his command as soon his tongue licks a broad stripe up your cunt stopping at the top and sucking your clit into his mouth, his name falling from your lips like it would bring you salvation, and you don't stop as he keeps going, letting him and the priests know just how good he's making you feel, your prayers echoing around the temple.

[atydblack]

sirius black x pureblood!reader where they r at a pureblood gathering in an established relationship & the reader although not a blood supremacist is pretty praised within the society and viewed almost as a pureblood princess, an example & a perfect (future) wife. she doesn’t love that but she’s used to coloring in the lines so she can’t help the way she is viewed by the pureblood society. anyway, sirius and reader r at some kind of pureblood event and he already feels out of place. reader tries to keep him at bay but eventually he causes a scene when a few boys actively hit on reader in front of sirius. reader pulls him aside and is just like wtf is wrong w u sirius u know im yours. lots of comfort and fluff plz

"pureblood princess"

masterlist

"I can't believe you're making me do this." Sirius huffed, frustratedly attempting to tie his tie.

"I don't want to go just as much as you don't!" You grumbled, wandering over to him and helping him with his tie.

"I have a solution," He smirked, "We could just... not go?"

You rolled your eyes, he had been complaining all day and you were done with repeating yourself.

"We don't have a choice, Siri."

It was the night of the annual Pureblood Ball and now that you and Sirius were engaged, your attendance was mandatory.

This year, the ball was at the Black Manor. The Blacks had been almost shunned from the society due to Sirius' behaviour but have now been welcomed back with open arms.

Sirius' parents were over the moon when they found out about your relationship. After years of Sirius refusing to accept his label as a pureblood, his engagement to you surprised everyone.

Your parents weren't so excited. There was constant gossip of the Black family after Sirius ran away and as you were highly considered the 'pureblood princess' to those in the pureblood society, they thought you could do much better.

Sirius didn't help himself when attending big events like this. You had to beg him to come and when he finally agreed, he just moped the whole evening.

"Why don't we just run away?" Sirius mumbled, pulling you in to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

"We can't." You mumbled back. As much as you did want to run away with Sirius forever, you just couldn't. Your presence was too demanded, if you ran away with Sirius they'd have his head on a stick within a week.

"At least you look gorgeous." Sirius poked at you.

That was one of the only thing you enjoyed about these gatherings, you could both dress up.

When you were much younger, these parties excited you too much. With rose tinted glasses on as a little girl the idea of wearing a pretty dress and have everyone fawning over you was a dream.

You could sense Sirius' anxiety upon arrival and as much as you tried to comfort him, he just quickly shut you down.

"Siri, you'll be fine. We just have to show our faces for a bit then we can go home." You reached for his hand.

"I am fine." Sirius grunted. "I just don't want to be here."

He avoided eye contact with you as you walked through the giant doors towards the dimly lit ball room.

You'd think that this would be any girls dream and perhaps if you ignored the details it might be. However knowing that almost everyones ideologies in that room were what many considered evil spoilt the whole thing.

Everyone was dressed in dark colours, your deep red dress complimenting the room. The most infamous names in the pureblood society were here tonight, so you knew you had to put on your best act.

"Sirius," Narcissa greeted sternly as her and her sister Bellatrix approach the two of you "Y/N."

Sirius' jaw tightened as he kept his words to himself.

"Narcissa, Bellatrix. Lovely to see the both of you." You faked a small smile.

"Congratulations on your engagement," Bellatrix sneered. "How you managed it I will never know, Y/N."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"Well, our dear Sirius would have danced on all of our graves just a few months ago, including yours." Bellatrix smirked. "You must tell me the details of the charm or potion you used to make him like this."

"Oh piss off, Bellatrix." Sirius barked.

"Oops, looks like it's wearing off." Bellatrix laughed before the two of them strutted off.

"Great start." You mumbled.

"Can we just leave, Y/N." Sirius groaned.

"Just a little longer, Siri." You squeezed his hand as you moved forward within the party, before spotting both your parents approaching you.

"Y/N, darling." Your mother ushered you over. "Come join us."

"Orion," You smiled gently "Walburga, lovely to see you both again."

You had known Sirius' parents since you were born. Funny how differently women and men were treated in this odd society.

You were treat like a delicate flower and on the other hand Sirius was raised with high expectations of being this big strong man. Now somehow you were the one being praised for bringing him back into this toxic environment.

Sirius stayed silent, not bothering to utter a word to your parents nor his own.

"Oh, darling Y/N, how stunning you look." Walburga gushed. "You will be such a stunning bride."

"Indeed," Orion spoke sternly. "It will be a pleasure for the pureblood princess to be part of the Black family."

"It will be my pleasure." You blushed.

Sirius let go of your hand, walking away from the group without a word.

"He's um-" You mumbled becoming flustered. "He's still getting used to being back here."

"Don't worry darling," Walburga reassured you. "We couldn't manage him so we can hardly expect you to."

You gave a fake smile and after a while of conversing with you soon to be in-laws, you left to get a drink.

Your eyes wandered around the room as you waited for your drink at the bar, Sirius nowhere to be seen.

You couldn't blame him, it wasn't exactly the best place for him to be but you didn't expect him to abandon you within the first 10 minutes.

"If it isn't the pureblood princess," A voice was heard from behind you. "Where's your retched fiance?"

It was Evan Rosier. He had been on your case for years and after many, many proposal refusals he still couldn't give up.

"Why would I tell you." You muttered.

"Ah, he's left already? I'm not so surprised. He's always been a runner." He came closer to you, not leaving eye contact. "I would never abandon you, princess."

"He hasn't abandoned me." You snapped. "Can't you take no for an answer? I'm engaged."

"You think I believe that? What business does Sirius Black have with you? He hates all of us, including your family."

"Shut up."

"Can't handle the truth?" He reached over to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Not wanting to cause a scene, you let him. "Princess, I would give you the respect you deserve and you know it."

"Leave me alone."

He chuckled, leaning in closer.

"Make me." His face was inches from yours as you froze inside yourself.

Before you knew it, he was being pushed against the bar, glasses smashing everywhere.

"Keep your hands off of her you filthy rat." Sirius barked.

"Your puppies come off his leash, Princess." Evan smirked.

Sirius shoved him harder, ready to hit him.

"Sirius, don't" You grabbed ahold of his arm as the room went silent. "Don't do this."

"Yeah, or what?" He grunted.

You pulled on his arm harder and he turned to look at you, his features softening as you caught his eye.

"Lets just go, Siri, please."

He pushed Evan to the floor before storming out of the front doors.

You rushed after him, ignoring the muttering of gossip as you did so.

"Fuck!" You heard him shout out of frustration now that he was away from everyone.

He was sat on one of the stone steps with a cigarette in his hand and you sat yourself next to him.

"What was all that about?" You mumbled.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Sirius grunted. "He was all over you."

"I can handle myself."

"Doesn't bloody look like it." He bit.

"Well, I can." You bit back. "You know how many years I've had to deal with men like that?"

He was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry I just- I can't stand being around all those people again."

"All those people? Siri, they're your family."

"Yeah well they're all pricks." He muttered. "And you- why are you pretending like becoming a Black is such an honour? My family is filled with lines and lines of horrible people and you know it."

"I know. You know I have to say these things." You responded. "But I do feel honoured."

"How could you possibly feel honoured."

"Because I get to marry you."

He turned to hide is blushed cheeks before turning back to you.

"I love you, Y/N."

-

this is not proofread and there is no smut im so sorry but i just wanted something to back into the swing of writing and loved this idea!

[lovingjingyuan]

Ok idea yandere Sunday with a reader who does the furina execution dance like at first he thinks nothing of it till the end of the dance the rest is up to you

This is before Sunday becomes an IPC wanted criminal :(

I divided this into 3 different endings!

Sunday x Reader

Warning: Sad?, Death, happy ending😊 wrote this in one sitting

𓆪♡𓆩 - Sunday 𓆪(´◡`)𓆩

You walked up on stage. The beautiful scenery of the Grand Theater shines brightly in Penacony’s dreamscape and you’re in the center of the stage swiftly dancing with grace and beauty for the audience. Every twist and turn is grace and elegance. You’re body following along with the rhythm of the music. Sunday couldn’t help but keep his eyes lingered a while longer. It won’t hurt to sit down and enjoy after a long day. To see the one he cared for dancing with outstanding etiquette and elegance.

His eyes relaxed on your figure turning and moving around the stage of the Grand Theater. That truly is a blessing to the eyes and refreshing to the soul to see you dance. How the fabric of your clothes dance along with you adding scenery and effects to your performance.

The music slowed down getting to the end. His smile and body relaxed yet ready to clap.

Ending One: The Execution: Your dance was so breathtaking that he forgot what really happened. The moment he clapped was the moment your life flashed before your eyes. The giant blade disguised as a chandelier comes crashing down on you, taking your last breath.

Sunday stood up tense as he tried to progress what just happened. Today was not the day of your performance but rather the day of your execution announced by the laws of the Harmony THEMSELVES. The Harmony may be forgiving yet you sinned that not even THEY THEMSELVES can forgive such a devious act.

Sunday made his way over the fallen chandelier. The remnants of your trace seeing the chandelier still glowing, How his heart felt so empty and shattered. If only he was able to persuade The Harmony to forgive your sins. Was Harmony truly the correct path people should trust in the pursuit of happiness and survival? Maybe if they lean towards a different god people will finally find and achieve what they want. The Order. Yes, The Order is the correct path for the future of this dreamscape. Even your sin would have been forgiven on the path of The Order.

Ending Two: The Performance: Sunday applauded enthusiastically, setting off a ripple effect of claps and cheers among the crowd. The spotlight illuminates you as roses and flowers are thrown on your stage. Tonight was truly the stage you’ve been longing for. The performance you always dreamt of.

“Mark the Final Act of Tonight,” Sunday spoke into the microphone. That familiar voice that always graced the countless occasions held in the Grand Theater. You stood proudly in the center of the stage. Sunday beams from above the auditorium.

You rose from the center of the stage moving towards Sunday in grace and beauty. He extended his hand out for you along with offering a bouquet for you to accept. There Marks the True Final Night of Tonight. You both ascend out of the grand Theater Together.

Ending Three: The Unexpected Dream?: The entirety of the Theater plunged into sudden darkness. A power outage at a time like this where you’re performing? Unacceptable to ruin the show of his beloved. Yet the lights came back on and you were gone. The Theater was in complete silence. All the seats filled with people were now puppets. Sunday's heart raced as he desperately wandered his eyes around searching for your presence.

Yet you were nowhere to be found. You just disappeared. His heart dropped at this sudden realization. This dream was too good to be true. You were gone. You were his biggest dream and desire. Had he really gone crazy following the Path of The Order so he could live a life with you in a dream? The sudden realization broke his heart learning that this is truly a just dream and you weren’t there. He trapped all the guests in Penacony including himself. He had fallen into his own trap and the new plan with the Path of The Order.

Is this the true happiness he yearns for? Even if it’s a dream? Maybe the guest from the astral express and his sister were correct. Living in a dream will never bring the true happiness he wished for with you. The freedom you two both wish for. You were just a figure of his imagination, a dream. The real you in reality is gone and you will only live in this dream he created because of the light illuminating at the center of the stage; the person in the spotlight is now gone and the stage is empty. Only silence remained in this dream of his.

[celaenaeiln]

so my friend, at 12 am, called me just to say that dick grayson is the only one in his family that bruce truly views as an equal and then hung up. what. what do i do.

well, call them back and tell 'em they're right 😂😂😂

I started cackling so hard I began wheezinggg oh my god that's hilarious!!!

But maybe for a more reasonable time to talk about this concept after you wake/have woken up from your dick grayson cameo dreams, I'll drop some comic panels

Dick is privy to all of Bruce because of the way Bruce treats him like an equal

He lets Dick in on secrets that he doesn't tell any of the others

I've made a post before on how Clark views Dick as his equal just as Bruce views Dick as his equal.

I'm going to drop the Bruce segment here:

When Bruce was gone the only person he entrusted any information to was Dick. He left a personalized - voice activated - message for Dick and only him that lists his worries, faults, and regrets.

"The girl, Cassandra Cain... I told her to give this file to you should I fall tonight."

"She's my greatest sin, Dick. My deepest regret. Stay alive, and please. Try to forgive me--"

He lists his insecurities to Dick as friend, as an equal.

Of everyone Bruce left behind, the only person Bruce left a message for was Dick. He relies on him unconditionally to take over because Bruce doesn't seem him as a kid like he does with the other - don't get me wrong, he still values and knows just how brilliant the rest of his children are - but he sees Dick as an equal in terms of intelligence, abilities, and leadership. Actually -

Bruce puts Dick on a pedestal.

He views Dick as the golden standard of everything he's working toward.

The reason I think Bruce is so harsh on Dick in regards to training is he doesn't see him as a kid that needs protection, he seems him equal to himself.

Time and time again he sends Dick on solo missions because of the faith he has in Dick's abilities and intelligence

In another comic there's an Arkham breakout and Bruce just. He just sends sends Dick on a solo mission to contain the entirety of Arkham and the villains inside by himself.

And Dick does. Effortlessly.

The fight for Spyral

"I know the other heroes. I know them all. I'd have them do it, but they can't. They'd fight, but eventually they'd give up, they'd give in."

We all know that Bruce despises himself when he fails at something. He thinks he's the best in the world and struggles to cope with the idea that he failed. As such, Bruce views Dick as an extension of himself. Unlike with the kids where he acknowledges their differences and treats them like children, Dick and Bruce are so intertwined that Bruce considers Dick as the "good part" of himself while Bruce is the "bad part".

He gets the angriest at Dick during times where Dick disagrees with him because he believes that Dick should understood what he's going through and what he believes in. For his part, Dick is always on Bruce's side and acts like Bruce's leash. He'll let Bruce do anything he wants as long as it's within the limits of acceptable behavior. Once Batman crosses those limits, Dick fights with him to bring him back.

As such, Bruce doesn't differentiate himself with Dick. He is the best and as a result so is Dick. Except in his mind Dick is better than him in every way possible and he took the steps to ensure it through training.

One of the reasons people in the comics call Dick the Golden Child is because he's the living embodiment of everything Bruce strived to create. It's not because he follows his orders religiously or anything. No, Dick just gives Bruce a longer leash than most.

In the Spyral fight I think he hits Dick because he is in part frustrated with himself. Imagine seeing someone you have unconditional faith in because you know they're capable of the very same things as you and can even surpass you fall to a threat. Doesn't that mean you would've fallen too? Is their failure just as much yours if you see yourself as a god? But how can a god-like being fall?

Their relationship is complicated because while Bruce sees Dick as his own person, he also sees him as the reflection of his success.

That's why Bruce is harsher on Dick than the rest of the kids. That's why Bruce makes Dick his right hand man. That's why Bruce shares his sorrows, fears, and vulnerabilities to Dick.

The way they interact, they view each other as father and son but with all the roles and responsibilities as partners.

Dick's compartmentalization and the way he mothers Bruce and Bruce allows it? He doesn't let anyone do that. I feel like on some level he subconsciously expects Dick to take care of him. As someone he can turn to with his worst and darkest sides and still be loved and appreciated and told everything will be alright. It's not a burden he places on the rest of his kids. Which is why Dick's relationship with Bruce straddles the line between son and guardian with him playing both roles and Bruce reacting/ forcing him to react that way.

Also

"Robin fuctions as support."

"Robin wasn't your idea, Bruce! It was mine! I sat in your cave and I watched you and I learned-- and when you needed my help I was there!"

"I'm not your employee, I'm not your son. I'm your partner."

One thing that differentiates Dick's robin from the other robins is that while the other Robins were worried about meeting Bruce's expectation, Dick was more worried about Bruce not seeing him as an equal. He ran away from home because he was mad that Bruce was becoming more controlling and not at all like how they used to be - partners.

There's a reason Dick is the only one Bruce views as his equal. It's because the experiences they've shared have woven them so tightly together that Bruce considers Dick his better half and pillar of strength. If he falls back, he can rely on Dick to take over. Emotionally and physically.

Still laughing at your friend lol. Wild

[arcanarix]

Make That Double, Ch7 - Yan!SatoSugu X Fem!Reader [AO3]

Word Count: around 7K

Warnings: non-con, somnophilia, handjobs, fingering, lactation kink, mommy kink (geto calls reader mamma)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59666119/chapters/153693205

It’s hard to look him in the eyes, but you know you don’t have a choice anymore. Bed time with Geto consists of him keeping you huddled close to you while he does some of his nightly reading. He looks so deceiving in these moments with you, ditching his traditional robe for casual clothes—an over-sized block cotton shirt and pants. He looks so normal. He looks like an everyday citizen who won the genetics lottery.

But you know that to be so far from the truth. You know the ugly that lies beneath the angelic features, and all those pretty lies he spews from those kissable lips of his. Beneath that mask lies a serpent prepared to strike its prey at any given time.

In another world, he may be anyone’s dream man but this is not that world for you.

Tonight he opts for rereading one of his epic fantasies that he adores to info dump to you. You don’t care to entertain him, wishing for it all to go in one ear and out the other, but it doesn’t matter. You’re here to fill some kind of void in his black heart—that is assuming he even has one anymore—and you’re not even sure if you’re fulfilling that role he’s forced you to play. He’s the one tugging at your strings, and while you can put up a bit of a fight, he’s quite the masterful puppeteer.

The punishment he’s inflicted upon you isn’t all that cruel, in retrospect, but you can’t feel much between your legs at all. You’re practically numb from the waist down. It’s the kindest he’s been since your captivity. After that ordeal, he’s still provided some semblance of aftercare—a little bit of a massage with some proper ointment, he’s even offered some chocolates if you had an appetite for them following something like that. After seeing him so disappointed with you when he’s just confessed to you that he’s found some kind of affection towards you.

You don’t find it flattering in the slightest, but if it means he’s going to show you a bit more mercy, you’re going to take advantage of it any way you can. 

“God, the protagonist in this book can certainly make questionable decisions,” Geto muses, wetting his thumb before flicking to the next page. “I can’t seem to make sense of it each time I get to this part of the series.”

You wish you could groan. You almost do, but that’s asking for immediate death.

Who fucking cares?

Instead of saying what you really think, though, you just hum, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, trying to appeal to him. Trying to make him happy because that’s what you’re here to do. That’s all you’re meant for now.

But you’re still going to find a way out or so help you….

“Getting sleepy?” Geto teases with a light laugh, but it doesn’t have that mocking tone to it. It’s….endearment. It’s sickening. You want to vomit. How can a man act like this when he’s just made you lose feeling in your lower body because he let his paranoia get the best of him (even if he’s kind of right)? “Rest, Mamma. I’m going to be up for a bit longer. Although…don’t be surprised if I help myself a little to you while you’re resting.”

Fucking psychopath. Of course you expect nothing less of him. This is all he does. He hasn’t stopped himself before!

But, you don’t protest, you know better than to do something like that now. You do something worse. You squeeze your eyes shut. You lift your head off of his shoulder. You pucker your lips, expecting a kiss good night, and he accepts your invitation, smiling against your lips as he hums in delight. You’re about to pull away but he catches your lips again, moving his languidly against yours, soft, fervent, desperate. Faint rustling of him setting aside his large red leather book as his hands cup your face, thumbs brushing against your soft, buttery, supple skin. Geto almost seems to marvel at you, the way a follower may a God. He breaks the kiss barely moments later, lips barely centimeters apart as his forehead rests against yours, his violet eyes boring into yours as they soften the longer they stare. They shine so brilliantly that it might as well serve as the only source of light in the bedroom then, apart from the soft amber light emitting from the side table lamps on either side of the master bed.

“I adore you,” he whispers in a reverent tone, making your breath catch in your throat. In the worst way possible. “I don’t expect you to feel the same.”

Because you never are going to feel the same. He knows that well, all too well.

You don’t respond, turning away. His fingers slip away from your face and he doesn’t react as you rest on your side facing away from him. But you do feel him staring as you will yourself to sleep, clamping your eyes shut, desperate for the comfort of darkness to consume you. It doesn’t matter what he helps himself to while you’re in a blissful state of sleep.

Your body tenses as the pads of his fingers ghost up your arm, as he bites back a longing sigh. A part of you almost wants to pity him, but how can you pity a man as pathetic and lowly as him? Your mind can’t even register him as a man the way he can’t register the majority of humanity as worthy.

For someone as prideful as him, that must penetrate like a wasp’s stinger.

It does make your heart swell with a bit of pride, but it’s not enough. You need to deal a stronger blow; you need something that will really, really eat at him. What might that be?

He draws his body closer to you; you feel his lips ghosting the nape of your neck before he slides all the way down until he’s caught between your legs. You try to sleep, but a moan escapes your lips when his mouth closes over your folds, suckling on them with need.

“Suguru….”

“Rest,” he grunts, between desperate sucks and kittenish licks. You can already feel the slick beginning to build. “Mamma, I got it from here.”

You cling the covers to your chest, your fingers digging into the plush velvety smooth fabric as he suckles on your clit particularly hard. You try not to focus on the sensations. You try to sleep. You try to listen. He’s going to take what he wants regardless whether you’re awake for it or not.

Eventually, you’re lulled to sleep by the light squelching noises of his tongue sweeping along your folds.

Yet another visit from Tweedledum, never mind the numerous protests from Tweedledee.

It’s not like anyone can control what a grown adult does. These two beg to differ when it comes to you, but to them, you’re not an adult with agency. You’re just something for them to bend and to shape to their will and nothing more. Perhaps in Geto’s mind, you’re something beyond that. Perhaps something beyond a pretty pet, a gorgeous trophy, but you refuse to entertain the idea. Men like them, who believe they’re above humanity, above morality, even…is there any use trying to understand the world in which they hail from?

“Princess?” Gojo calls, patting the seat next to him on that plush velvet sofa. You can’t even hide the wince as you amble over to join him there, but keep a slight distance. Giving a displeased sound—it’s a terrible sound—he hooks his arm around your waist, digging his nails into your skin and scoots you in closer until your bodies are flush against each other.

“We don’t have to do anything all that scandalous today,” he says with a cheeky grin, his tone cheery as if he hopes that might lift your spirits a bit. He can tell something’s amiss with you, something other than the usual. He knows you don’t want to be here in the first place, that you’re already unhappy, but there’s something else he’s caught onto because Tweedledum’s smarter than you ever dare to give him credit for.

A shadow crosses his face when he doesn’t find your reciprocating like you normally do—especially since Geto isn’t in the dungeon presently. Still attending to some matters with his family so he’s going to be late. “It’s just going to be a nice, relaxing movie night, yeah? Lots of sweets to chow on, though you’re the sweetest of them all as always!”

“That’s nice of you to say, Satoru,” you manage to reply through clenched teeth. But you don’t do anything more. You don’t try to snuggle into him; you don’t try to kiss him or feel him up which he usually enjoys. Those blinding sky blue eyes of his glimmer with concern as the tip of his finger glides down the side of your cheek.

“Why the long face, gorgeous?” he whispers, tone solemn for once. It’s out of character…he seems almost…shaken.

That’s a new one. In another world, you might have been elated that you can get that kind of reaction, but after the other night… you don’t know whether you should wade through these murky waters.

“It’s nothing, Satoru,” you speak, your lips twitching into a forced smile.

“It’s Suguru, isn’t it?” Satoru growls, shaking his head. “What’d he do?”

“He was upset at something I did. That’s all,” you explain, “H-he thought I went against his orders.”

“Oh.” His lips purse. “He’s not supposed to hurt you. He can hurt any other non-sorcerers for all that I care, I can’t control what he does since he’s a grown man, but you’re supposed to be out of that equation. We agreed on that. I can talk to him, you know.”

“He didn’t hurt me. Not…not physically,” you say, a half-lie of sorts, averting your gaze to the television screen. Looks like it’s a Lord of the Rings night again and he’s just about to reach the middle of the third film, where Pippin climbs that tower in Minas Tirith and lights that fire. One of your exes has made you watch these movies as well as The Hobbit trilogy numerous times, so you know the scenes by heart. You can practically recite them line by line. You can do that with Star Trek and Star Wars too.

Satoru leans in, his weight dipping next to you.

“What did he do?” he growls into your ear again. When your eyes land on his, they’ seem to emit a glow. “We agreed—no harm is going to come to you. You’re supposed to help him.”

“I…” You gulp. “Satoru, it’s not important.”

“Yes it is,” he grumbles, gripping your knee, squeezing reassuringly. “You’re important to us.”

Oh, how you wish you can believe that. Gojo leans in to kiss you on your cheek, and then on your temple. They’re soft, fleeting, gentle, like he actually loves you as much as he claims to love you, much like Geto claims to love you.

But how can people who claim to love someone do things like this and expect things to just blow over?

Why do you think you have a right to be upset? You don’t have rights here. Not anymore.

“H-he just, um,” you stammer, hugging your chest. “He…he…um…”

“It’s okay,” he sighs in clear defeat. “I think I get what you’re trying to tell me. I’ll talk with him when he gets back down here. Okay?”

He kisses the crown of your head and you utter a low whimper. He glances at you with another concerned look on his face. You hate it.

As if this is going to solve anything…

“Satoru, I, um…” you begin, tentatively resting your hand on his lap, fingers brushing over his pelvis which makes his breath hitch. His sharp eyes darken in anticipation.

Should you do something to thank him? In case Geto does something?

“Can, I, um…” you gulp, sporting on your best determined look. You have to be a good pet, right? You can do that. You can definitely do that. No matter how much it permanently stains your pride. “Can I…touch you…?”

Gojo inhales sharply as he pulls out his cock, guiding your hand to it.

“Of course you can, Princess,” he coos while flashing you a toothy grin, stroking himself to hardness. You’re not surprised he was already half-mast when he pulled himself out. He’s just getting himself nice and ready for you. “You know I won’t say no, but you don’t have to, okay?”

“I-it’s fine,” you breathe, grasping his cock at its base. “I…I want to.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, raking his fingers through your hair. “You really are the perfect girl.”

“U-um,” you can’t believe it, you’re being shy, but he probably can’t blame you because you haven’t been forced into sucking dick since the first time with him. You don’t really know what to do, so instead of diving right into it, you lick a line up his shaft, which earns an eager whimper out of him. That encourages you to continue, to just pepper soft little kisses around along the skin, ignoring the salty tang hitting your tongue each time. You’ve come to find you’re not a fan of it, but maybe it’s because you’re not attracted to him in the slightest. Being attracted to him might help in this regard but this feels more like a duty as their pretty pet.

But you know the more you can please them, the more they’re willing to do for you. At least, that’s more true for Gojo than for Geto, regardless of what he says about his ‘affections’ toward you.

“I-is this okay? I don’t really, um, know what I’m doing,” you admit, laving your tongue around the leaking head of his cock. He bites back a little whine, jumping in his place.

“It—it’s fine. You’re doing great. Better than great, Princess,” he praises, lips parted slightly as he reclines a little bit into the couch. He’s not even focused on the movie anymore and all of his attention is on you. You kind of like that you can take control every now and then here. Even if Geto is off taking care of his own business, if he’s here, you have no real agency because he’s the one monitoring everything you’re doing with Satoru.

“I guess Suguru hasn’t done this with you much. He’s always been more of a giver in this regard,” he chuckles, eyes twinkling in fondness at the thought. “I should know.”

You don’t comment on that, suckling experimentally on his tip as more precum leaks out. He jolts in his spot again.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good. You could just use your hands too, you know,” he suggests, much like a teacher.

Well, he does mentor students at wherever he works, so that makes sense, you suppose. But in this context, that feels rather odd.

“Oh…..um. How?” Gosh, you really are playing up the naiveté there, huh? As long as he believes it…

Gojo laughs, his shoulders shaking with mirth as he motions his own hand in a ‘jerking’ motion.

“Like you would a pump. Just pump me with your hand,” he tells you, grinning wide. “You don’t have to use your mouth, though it would be nice.”

You respond with another little suckle over his tip while using a hand to ‘pump’ him like he instructed. He throws his head back, groaning low, his hand reaching over to smack your ass in approval.

“Fuck yeah. Good girl,” he purrs, fondling your ass a bit too roughly which makes you squeak. He laughs.

Faint footsteps descend down the stairs, and you don’t have to look up. You feel Geto gawking a bit at the sight, a little disappointed that you’ve started without him but he probably expected nothing less, either. You don’t stop pumping your hand up and down his length, amazed at how silky and smooth it feels even this hard and swollen looking it is. Your fingers lightly squeeze his shaft, eyebrows furrowing at the texture. You feel like you’re doing a science experiment, but the results are more pleased groans erupting from deep in Gojo’s throat that are soon cut off when Geto twists his head and kisses him.

“It seems she’s becoming more comfortable with you, Satoru,” he murmurs into his lips. “Don’t take that lightly.”

“You know I’m not,” he breathes, his face flushed. “She’s a quick learner, you know. Her hands feel so soft.”

Gojo’s hand that swatted your ass earlier pulls the fabric of your panties aside, his finger teasing the tight ring of muscle of your ass.

“You must need a little attention too, Princess,” he grunts out, biting his lip as he glances down at you with a dangerous look in those sharp blue eyes.

“Suguru,” he drawls his lover’s name lazily, jerking his head to a direction. He gives your ass another playful squeeze and you let out another yelp. “No reason to hold back, right? I mean, she’s primarily yours. I’m just part of the package deal here.”

“I wonder if she’s ready for us both,” Suguru muses out loud with a raised eyebrow.

You feel your muscles tense, but you don’t stop attending to Gojo.

“Actually,” Suguru—thank God—retracts that idea immediately, likely upon seeing your reaction as if he gives a damn about your feelings, as if you matter to him, as he joins the two of you on the edge of the sofa, prying your ass cheeks apart to get a good view of either of your holes. You whimper as he spits into your asshole, his lips twitching into a devious grin as he dips two thumbs into the tight ring to stretch it. “It might be too soon for that. She needs a little more preparation. She still struggles to take my size when it’s just me and her. You might be a little easier to take, though.”

“You are definitely right there. Your dick is way too thick for her,” Gojo concedes with a hum, moaning as you glide your tongue around his length again. His dick twitches; he’s so close already. “We could just use more dildos or something. Get her used to it a little more.”

“True,” Geto replies, but something’s amiss in that tone of his. It’s softer. Affectionate, even. You don’t want to admit it, but it is. It’s missing that hidden layer of greed, of ulterior motives because a part of you still believes he can’t have any real feelings—not even toward Gojo.

You don’t like it for some reason. However subtle the change in Geto is. Sometimes you much rather he be cruel than considerate, because his kindness feels far too comical. Unnerving.

But maybe, once upon a time, he really may have been a considerate, kind, compassionate man. You don’t know anything about these two or what they do or what they’re capable of doing or why they have ended up the way they are.

You don’t really care to dig into that rabbit hole. It’s not of your concern. They say so themselves.

You suppress the confusing thoughts swirling in your mind like a vortex. It’s not something you should be focusing on, anyway, instead focusing on bringing Gojo to a climax, which, it already seems like he’s nearly there. You give a few more pumps, wincing at the wet noises the skin makes before shyly closing your mouth over his tip.

“Fuuuuck. That’s it, baby. You know just what to do. Don’t doubt yourself like that, alright?” he praises as seeds of his orgasm shoots onto your tongue. You wince again. You find it all far from arousing, but that doesn’t matter.

You keep suckling on his tip as he shoots more of his seed into your mouth, panting as he comes down from that electrifying hot high. His gaze flits to Geto who’s watching him with amusement twinkling in his darkened violet eyes but he’s still hovering between your legs, far from finished with you. Your body once again tenses; you do not like that he’s actually refrained from touching or playing with you the entire time you focused on pleasing Gojo.

Like he’s…being considerate, giving you breathing room.

It’s so unlike him.

You jolt in place as a sharp hand comes down to smack your pussy. You immediately pull away from Gojo’s cock, ignoring the light pop and the line of spit still connecting your lips to the tip of his cock which you break off with a swipe of your tongue as you meet his eyes.

He smiles down at you, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Your eyebrows flash in confusion. That’s a smile that doesn’t reek of deception or otherwise.

“We can stop here for today,” he suggests, “Besides, Satoru has other duties he should be attending to right now.” That gentle smile immediately melds into something a bit firmer, stricter, as he gazes at Gojo. “You do have to get back to Jujutsu Tech grounds before Yaga realizes you’ve been gone longer than you should have been, right?”

Whoever the heck Yaga is. His boss or something? That’s all you can infer from that.

“It’s not like it’s surprising to them if I show up late,” Gojo quips, “Besides, I want to stay longer with you, Suguru. We have to talk.”

Geto’s eyebrows furrow at that and you gulp.

You glance up at Gojo, eyes shimmering in concern. He doesn’t acknowledge you, keeping his eyes locked on Geto’s.

Uh oh.

Trouble in paradise, indeed.

Geto sends you off under Miguel’s watch, catering to the twins while he remains behind with Gojo elsewhere in the underground area beneath the temple. There’s another section you haven’t entered yet. This is not how he’s hoped to spend his quality time with the love of his life; he’s hoped for something more intimate and far less serious than this, but Gojo often did choose the worst times to be serious about something and apparently that something involves your well-being.

Which, of course, Geto has come to care about as well.

“Well talk,” Geto ushers, folding his arms over his chest as he stares Gojo down, his nostrils flaring. “We could be doing something else, but I’m forgoing our original plan to hear you out.”

“Something we should have done years ago,” Gojo mumbles, shaking his head. “Which is talk it out. You wont let me in. I just want to get why. But before that, we have to talk about her. She shouldn’t be afraid of you. I mean, she shouldn’t disobey you, but she should feel like, she’s, you know…”

“Part of the family,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know.”

“So what the fuck, Suguru? I don’t care what else you do, but she’s supposed to help you sort your own shit when I’m not around. And I know once Yaga gets a hold of me I’m not going to be able to come back around as much anymore. I want to keep being your rock, Suguru, but to do that, you have to let me in.”

“So then,” Suguru scoffs, twisting around with his back facing Gojo for a moment. “If that’s true, then why did you vent to her about me first?”

Gojo’s eyes flashes. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Geto’s gaze flits back to him, assessing his features. He can’t stay mad at a face like his—even when he’s angry, he looks like a lost puppy who’s been mishandled. Geto ignores the way his chest burns at the sight. He hates hurting Satoru. Whether or not it’s unintentional is irrelevant.

“Why didn’t you trust me enough?” Geto demands, softening his tone as the muscles on his face relaxes. “If you had been so upset with me, why didn’t you just bring this up sooner?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Gojo claps back, glowering at him. Geto winces; that’s likely deserved, all things considered. Well…it’s obviously deserved. He has massacred hundreds to make a political statement and half for the sheer fun of it. “I wanted you to open up to me but when I tried you just told me it was ‘the summer heat.’ Summer heat my fucking balls.”

“So you did sense something, even that long ago,” Geto sighs, more and more guilt pooling into his stomach. How foolish he is to not give credit for Satoru where credit is due. It’s his fault for shutting everyone out, even Shoko; he has to admit to that fault of his.

“Of course I did! Obviously I just didn’t expect something like that,” Gojo replies, his shoulders sagging a bit. Geto takes a step closer, a hand reaching out to him. Gojo shuts his Infinity completely off during these moments but he doesn’t appear receptive to touch right then. Geto bites back a sigh. He doesn’t like to hurt those he loves, truly loves, and Satoru stands above everyone in his life. Now you are in the same plane as Satoru’s existence and he’s doing something wrong in trying to get you to lean on him, to trust him.

“What are you trying to say?” Geto replies, eyes downcast as his arm falls to his side.

“I’m trying to say why didn’t you just come to me in the first place?” Gojo answers, but his tone isn’t accusatory. He never has been with Geto. He’s always tried to understand. Even back then, he’s tried, but it’s Geto who pushed him away. “We could have worked it out then.”

“Now we’re going in circles,” Geto scoffs, gritting his teeth. His expression melds back into a softer one as he approaches Satoru, cupping his face. Satoru doesn’t pull away; he can’t, even if he wishes to, and Suguru should have seen that sooner.“It’s because of her, isn’t it? Perhaps we need to set the record with her. I already punished her once, but now she’s making you think you’ve done something wrong.”

“That wasn’t her doing,” Gojo counters hastily, “All she did was actually listen. Which, you know, I could do that too! If you let me listen. And like I already told you, she’s not supposed to be afraid of you, remember? This doesn’t warrant punishment. In fact, she should be rewarded because now we’re actually talking.”

“Satoru,” Geto starts, brushing his cheeks. “It’s not that simple.”

“It isn’t,” Gojo concedes, “But we can figure it out. Like we always do. Remember? And please, for fuck’s sake, go easy on her. She…really isn’t happy.”

“She isn’t?” Geto snarks, a little sharper than intended. He deflates when he notices how Gojo winces. “No, of course she isn’t. It’s foolish to think otherwise, but it’s not like I wish to bite. I don’t know why I do. I’m not an angry dog, you know.”

“You’re not,” Gojo agrees, resting a hand over one of Suguru’s. “You’re a cowardly dog. You bite because you’re scared. Just try wooing her a little, you know? You should have just taken the normie route and asked her out on a real date instead of dragging her into this.”

“That’s not my style,” Geto huffs. Gojo laughs, but it’s hollow.

“Proper communication? Yeah, I am well aware,” Gojo quips, grinning a little.

Geto glares at him.

“Satoru…” he warns.

“You know,” we don’t have to be arguing,” Gojo remarks, “I want to fix what happened. The charges may not be able to be lifted, but we can still…work around it. You know?”

“I know,” Geto relents, pulling Gojo in closer, so close he can inhale his expensive Prada cologne that he doesn’t find as nauseating and overpowering as his other scents. “But it’s too late to make amends for that.”

“No, it isn’t,” Gojo insists, practically on his way to getting on his knees for Geto, at this point. He may as well if it makes a statement. ““I can find a way around it. The only person who can execute you is me, but I can postpone that, obviously.”

“Postpone as in never allow it?” Geto interjects in a sullen, yet knowing, even teasing, tone.

“Exactly,” he exclaims, “Just think about it! You could just become a Sensei, with me. And you don’t have to worry about getting executed. Not with me on your side.”

Geto considers the options for a moment.

“No.”

Gojo’s confidence over his solution completely falters.

“The hell do you mean no?” he jabs, “No one else can actually kill you but me you know! And I obviously don’t want to, so there!”

“It won’t be on my terms,” he answers simply.

Gojo goes silent. His mouth hangs open for a moment, as if to counter with something, but then he shuts his mouth again as he ponders over what else he can say to convince Geto. There’s not much more to this, isn’t there? Geto doesn’t want to be a puppet; he’s made that abundantly clear. Gojo might find his resolve admirable if not for the lengths he went to just to prove his point.

“So is that what this is about?” Gojo mutters, sulking. “I guess I kind of get it. You don’t want them to pull the strings and you want to forge your own path. I gotta say, this was not the wisest decision, babe, but…I understand why. Kind of?”

“Precisely,” he affirms, “Let them think whatever they like about me, Satoru. I want no business with them anymore.”

“But…” he starts, but Suguru cuts him off with a chaste kiss. Satoru melts into it before Geto pulls away.

“Satoru, you shouldn’t play into their shit either. But you know exactly why I didn’t want you to follow me.”

“I know,” he replies with a frown. “But…”

“You shouldn’t have to be a puppet either, Satoru. You shouldn’t be a weapon to them.”

“No,” he agrees, “But for some reason, I find comfort in it.”

“Everyone—sorcerer or human—clings to what they find familiar,” Geto murmurs with a little grin.

“You know, regardless of being a sorcerer, you still are human, baby,” Satoru teases while matching his grin.

Suguru responds with a dark laugh, kissing him again.

“Don’t make me kill you,” he murmurs seductively into his lips.

You’re back in the bedroom when evening falls and Geto finds you splayed over the bed, flipping through one of his books sittig on the nightstand on your side of the bed. He beams at the sight, perhaps misconstruing it as a sign that you’re making yourself more at home here if you’re making more use of his belongings. He treasures his books like he does his adopted girls.

“Have you read that book before?” he asks as he shuts the door behind him, disrobing and setting the material aside. You don’t look up from the page you’re skimming, mostly because you’re not interested in seeing his pasty face but also because you’re actually quite invested in the mystery.

“Only heard about it,” you admit, “I understand why people are frustrated with the main character. She’s so obviously getting played by that guy.”

He chuckles, “It’s a frustrating thing to watch unfold, indeed. She doesn’t seem to pick up on that even when others have warned her.”

You shrug, stopping at the chapter you’re on to glance up at him as he settles onto his side of the bed.

“Love makes you blind, I guess,” you comment, gazing up at his face. “What did you and Satoru talk about, darling?”

“I should apologize,” he starts, frowning. “I’ve been harsh on you when I shouldn’t have been. I was wrong for that. I don’t expect you to forgive me so easily, but—”

“—it’s fine,” you reply a little too quickly, but you’re trying to stay in his good graces for a reason. You have only gotten a hint of what his ‘bad side’ looks like. You don’t want a repeat of it. “I’ve already forgiven you. I-I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

“No, you weren’t,” he replies, “You did a good thing. You did what I should have done. You did nothing wrong, Mamma. I did.”

“O-okay,” you whisper, a little pathetic because a part of you is still frightened he can switch gears at the drop of a hat. And he definitely can and has. “I understand.”

A silence falls over the two of you for a few moments. Those few moments feel agonizingly long, drawn out like a scroll rolling across a table. But some rustling beside you breaks the silence as he loops an arm over your frame and snuggles you close until you’re nestled into him.

His finger fiddles with the gold chain around your neck, a fond smile playing at his lips. Yeah. Of course. You’re his pretty little thing, after all. Just his pet. A little appendage to his messy bond with Satoru.

His eyes dip lower, and that smile only widens. You’re bare all over; you’ve forgone clothes the moment you enter the room now as opposed to just stripping to your undergarments. Of course he’s pleased with the change; it just means it’s another way he’s going to misconstrue as you becoming more comfortable with being here, under his ‘care.’

He trails kisses along your milky collarbone, suckling on your softer, tender spots, and you clench your fists, grunting a bit. You have only just begun to gain some feeling back in your bottom  half from his punishment last night, and now he’s intent on making you lose feeling in your legs again if this goes any further tonight. And you know it will. That’s how it always is.

Just an appendage. Just a pet.

He doesn’t love you, no matter what he says, and it doesn’t matter that he tries to find other ways to accommodate you. He still takes what he wants in the end. One way or another.

He pulls away briefly, his tongue darting between his lips as his eyes trail down between your breasts.

He kisses the area just above them, and you freeze, feeling your blood run cold. You feel like you could crash right then and there; you can’t take another minute of this but you know you don’t have much of a say. It depends entirely on Suguru, whether he’s truly in good spirits or not and you can’t even tell half the time.

“Suguru, I…” you sharply inhale as he kisses lower, lower… humming to himself as if he can’t help it, marveling at you. You try not to sound too audacious when you decline this. “I-I can’t. I…”

“You’re afraid of me,” he remarks, lifting his head to stare at you, his forehead creasing as he frowns.

Your eyes widen.

“No!” you exclaim, but he only raises an eyebrow and you try not to deflate. “No, Suguru, no… nothing like… that…”

“I don’t want you to be,” he mutters, resting his face into your lap like a child, like a beggar, even, is more appropriate. Your eyes triple in size at this. Geto has never behaved this way before. He takes your hands into his own, running his thumb along your knuckles.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he goes on, resting his forehead against your hands. “Mamma, you are in my world now. I want you to feel like you belong here. The twins adore you like a mother. I adore you already. I wouldn't take that lightly. Satoru has come to find some kind of affection for you too, but the man is too damn prideful to really say anything to your face about that.”

You don’t have anything to say to that. (Not that you really give a damn, but as long as you stay in their good graces, can you really complain? It makes things less Hellish for you, ultimately.)

“Moreover,” You try not to groan, so he isn’t finished babbling then; he clears his throat. “He told me you were unhappy. Which is expected, given the circumstances. Unfortunately I don’t think anything will have gone differently if I had done things normally. While I can’t change the past, I can only hope you’re willing to let me make things a little easier for you here.”

This feels too easy.

You can’t anger him.

“Suguru,” you start, bringing your hand to his cheek and tilting his head. His eyebrows flash as he tries to understand what you’re doing, but he can piece together a situation very quickly as you present one of your stiff nipples near his face. His face flushes a little, eyes half-mast as he glances at you with pure adoration before slurping hard onto your nipple, making a gasp leave your lips.

He hasn’t used this in a while, so he must have really needed it today. As long as it means he doesn’t try to hurt you, because you don’t have to make this as bad as it is.

A hand finds your waist, steadying himself as he suckles hard on your nipple with more need, and your lips part, breathy, broken whines filling the room and seeming to encourage him. Because he chuckles against your skin, grinning.

“Does Mamma enjoy taking care of me?” he growls before closing his mouth over your nipple again with a long, lewd suck.

It’s like the typical routine now. Once he finishes with that bud, he pops off and latches onto your other one, milking you for all that you’re worth until he feels like he can carry the world on his shoulders again. Whatever these supposed burdens of his are, you don’t care, it doesn’t concern you.

“Suguru…” you utter softly, a bit embarrassed by your lack of real reaction, and his pupils roll upward to observe your face. You don’t realize how flushed and debauched you are, and he might’ve made a comment if not for how occupied he is sucking on your tit like his life depended on it like he usually did. But again, this has been the first time in a few weeks since he’s taken advantage of this. He’s been keeping distance, respecting your space, up until the moment where you crossed an ‘unknown’ boundary between he and Gojo.

The hand resting on the dip of your waist snakes lower to the fleshy, meaty part of your thigh, his rough callouses brushing against your soft skin. He hums against your little bud, nibbling slightly on it as he adjusts you, sliding you into his lap and groaning as your cunt brushes against the growing tent in his pants. He bucks upward, growling from the delicious friction and making you gasp, and he grins before pulling on your nipple with his teeth as he moves away. A little playful twinkle in his eyes as he does before he finally releases the oversensitive bud, licking off the leftover droplets of milk coating the corners of his lips, a bit dribbling on his chin.

He buries his face between your tits again, kissing the skin between them, biting and licking the marks he leaves behind as his other hand moves to play with your folds, already lightly soaked. He hums, obviously tickled pink at the discovery and you can’t find yourself to be more embarrassed by your physiological reactions. Two dexterous fingers slide easily into your slicked entrance and you breathe sharply through your nose, hiding your face into his neck which makes him chuckle.

“Don’t be so shy with me, Mamma,” he teases as he adjusts his position, kissing into your neck as his fingers twist and curl inside of you, making you jolt in your place. “You haven’t been whenever Satoru’s been around.”

The dark tone in his quip catches you off-guard. It shouldn’t, and yet fearful eyes meet his. Is he…?

There’s a deep scowl now in place of his malicious grin. You don’t know which is worse. Stone cold violet eyes bore into yours, and you feel yourself shrinking more from fear.

Hasn’t he just told you he doesn’t want you to be afraid? That he wants you to feel like you’re home?

Perhaps that’s still true, but…

“Regardless of you doing the right thing for us or not,” he grunts, plunging those two slender fingers of his deep into your spongy walls, making you wriggle in place but he secures his hold on you. Your walls are clenching around them. He doesn’t relent that agonizing pace, seeking your release. “Satoru isn’t supposed to be benefitting from this arrangement more than I, Mamma. Understand this- you belong to me. First and foremost. Satoru is part of the deal with me, yes, but that doesn’t mean he gets to toy with you whenever he wants to. Most of all you shouldn’t initiate anything with him—I’ve seen you. You mustn’t question my authority when it comes to this relationship.”

But it isn’t a relationship for you. It’s an obligation.

Between Satoru and Suguru? Sure, that’s a relationship. A weird one. The weirdest one you have probably ever seen in your life, but that’s still a relationship between them.

“I-I’m not questioning your authority over m-me, Suguru—!” You come in a hot flash, clenching tight around his fingers and at least that frightening scowl of his twitches into a satisfied, toothy grin as he fucks his fingers into your cunt for a few moments longer before sliding them out. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he groans as he sucks on your intimate juices; You can’t look. So you don’t. But then you hear the little whisper of clothes as he yanks his pants down, pulling out his fully stiff cock and patting the head against your slick cunt.

“Good,” he hisses as the head breaches your hole. “Then we’re on the same page. You’re mine, Mamma. Just mine. Satoru is out of the question.”

You answer with a pathetic whine as he plunges deep inside you. He laughs darkly, huddling you close, whispering disgusting little words to you as he continues to take everything from you.

[hwashua-luv]

Web of Fate

The stars sprawled like a blanket across the vastness, bright and sparkling, much like the city under the night sky. From the rooftops of high-rise buildings, the view was a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows; every pulse of illumination reminded one of the busy life down below. In this urban jungle where danger lurks at every turn, one vigilante stands between order and chaos.

For hours, Jeong Yunho had swung across the city, limber and graceful, the spider suit turned dark with shades of night. Tonight wasn't about chasing criminals or stopping petty thefts, though. It was different. His mind was at the thought of a person who meant more to him than the city itself.

He stood on the edge of a tall building, his eyes scanning down into the streets. It was a special night, and he was waiting for an omen.

"It's just dinner," he growled to himself, tugging at his mask. "Not some kind of do-or-die thing."

Thus, to you, every moment was precious for Yunho. You are a friend and confidante who has been there long before he ever donned the mask and suit. Of course, the secret is a heavy one to bear. Never did you let it weigh down on the relationship. You saw through the mask, understanding the heart behind it. And tonight, he hoped to share more than just friendship.A faraway burst of laughter carried. He turned his head to the sight of you walking toward the park, your figure illuminated with street lamps. You were always early. His heart fluttered at the sight of you as he looked from his perch.

"There she is," he whispered to himself and readied to make his move.

Gracefully, Yunho leaped from the rooftop to the grass of the park a few feet away from you. His spider senses were on high alert; but that wasn't due to danger—it was from the thought of seeing you.

You turned at the soft thud of his landing and broke into a warm smile as your eyes set upon him.

"Hey, Yunho!" you shouted, walking up to him. "I didn't think you'd be able to make it."

He pulled off his mask and showed familiar features with his soft, comforting smile.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, his voice warm, tender. "How was your day?"

You shrugged playfully. "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, errands, and loads of waiting for this moment."

Yunho's heart skipped a beat as he reached out, taking your hand in his; the touch sent shivers down your arm. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the leading path toward the gazebo of the park.

While the park was a serene oasis amidst the madness of the city, the gazebo stood quaintly and twinkled with lights to lend an added magic to the evening. Walking together, words just came out without much ado, like old times. You talked about your day, shared your hopes and dreams, and Yunho found himself lost in the simplicity of it all.

The closer you got to the gazebo, the more Yunho led you to a small table setup with a picnic blanket and a basket. Seeing this, you giggled—a sound Yunho found he didn't ever want to forget.

"You planned all this?" you turned around to ask, slightly in awe.

He nodded, his eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. "Well, I figured if I was going to spend time with the most important person in my life, I might as well do it right."

You blushed a little with his sweetness. As you sat down on the blanket, Yunho opened the basket, revealing all kinds of great snacks. It was an evening full of talking and laughter; every moment spent felt more precious than the last.

You both sat beside each other after dinner, looking up at the stars. Lights from the city shimmered below with soft hums of faraway traffic acting like a gentle reminder of the world outside this serene bubble.

"Yunho," you started softly, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

He turned toward you, his expression severe but inviting. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, searching for words. "I've been thinking about us and how much you mean to me lately. I know we have always been just friends, but..." Your voice trailed off as you searched his eyes for a sign.

Yunho leaned forward, reaching out to gently take your hand in his, his touch reassuring. "But what?"

A tender breeze swept by the trees as if carrying with it the scent of blossoming flowers. The world seems to hold its breath as you summon your courage. "But I've realized that I want more. I want to be with you, not just as a friend but as something more."

His heart was racing at your confession. He had been hoping for it, but to hear it out loud was a different matter. His head tipped down a notch as his eyes locked onto yours. "I've felt the same way for quite some time now," he admitted in soft tones. "I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you."

The air between you both crackled with feeling. Leaning toward each other, your hearts were beating in unison. The first touch of the lips was soft, a tender search for so-long-kept feelings. The kiss deepened to a beautiful fusion of affection and longing as you both gave in to that moment.

Your foreheads finally touched as you had finally pulled away, looking deep into each other's eyes. "I guess this was the right time," you said with a soft smile.

There were sparkles in Yunho's eyes. "I think it was.".

The night flowed around you, a perfect backdrop to a newfound love. You sat together, and below in the city, that seemed quite far away. All that truly mattered was the bond shared between you, a bond forged at this very moment. The park, the stars, the soft hum of evening—the world was in a cocoon of warmth and happiness.

"You know," Yunho said, draping an arm over your shoulder, "I think I could get used to nights like this."

You burrowed in tighter, feeling satisfied and protected. "Me too."

The city remained in its beat, its stomach unaware of the silent, lovely moment taking place in its center. To Yunho and you, the world had been whittled down to one single, perfect point: the promise shared for a future together. And as the night deepens, it carried with it a silent hope for a thousand more moments just like this one.

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Word count: 1075

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[oddinary4bts]

hii i have an angsty drabble request for jk x reader pleasee but with a happy ending :)

Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

Sorry if i went into too much detail

For some reason this was hard to write?? I hope it's still good and what you wanted to get <3

What's wrong? | jjk

☆pairing: Jungkook x reader

☆rating: 15+ (I use curse words a little too much for me to rate this PG 13 hahaha)

☆genre: slice of life!au, angst, fluff

☆warnings: unedited, alcohol, pet names, curse words, Jimin and Seokjin are sorta mean? but not really

☆word count: 2.8k

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You like hanging out with Jungkook. Like that he invites you whenever he goes to eat at his friends’ house, like how he just includes you in his life all the time. You want to be with him – always. You’re aware that it might be a problem, that you’re young and shouldn’t be spending your entire time with him, but still you’re at an age where you see yourself settling down, building a lifelong relationship.

And of course you want it to be with him.

You’ve been drinking a couple of beers with Jungkook and his friends Jimin, Taehyung and Seokjin. Jungkook is staying sober, as he’s the one driving tonight, but you’re two beers in and you have the biggest need to go to the bathroom. You’re sitting next to him, and a look to his profile has you smile dreamily.

You can’t believe you’ve landed the man of your dreams in your early twenties. You never thought you had luck in life, until you met Jungkook. So you don’t hesitate before pressing a kiss to his cheek, telling him that you’ll be right back.

You’re quick in the bathroom, already excited to be back by his side. You step out after having cleaned your hands, taking three steps towards the living room, but you freeze in your spot when you hear your name being said, followed by, “Is she always clingy like that?”

You’re pretty sure it’s Seokjin speaking. Then, “Doesn’t it get on your nerves?” This time you think it’s Jimin, and your previous joyful state slowly falls as you keep listening, even though you know you shouldn’t.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says flatly. “She’s always clingy. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t even let me breathe.” Each of his words stabs through your heart, and you instinctively put a hand above the spot that aches as he continues. “I can’t even see you guys alone.”

You want to tell him he’s full of shit, because he’s the one that invites you all the time, but all you can do is listen.

“And she’s so loud too,” Jungkook continues, and it makes you wonder how long he’s been bottling up everything inside. Because it’s the first you’ve heard him complain about you, and it really doesn’t feel good. “She’s always moving, always speaking, sometimes I just want to tell her to stop.”

“Bro,” a voice says. Taehyung. “She just went to the bathroom, she might hear.”

From where you are you can even hear Jungkook’s sigh before he says, “Right. I don’t know, it’s just been a lot.”

His friends offer him words of reassurance that you don’t really listen to, Jungkook’s words just spinning in your mind. It takes a moment for the hurt to shift to anger, but when it does you clench your jaw, determined to make him regret saying that.

If he thinks you’re too clingy, you’ll offer him the exact opposite. So when you go back, stopping to grab another drink in the kitchen first, you sit on the other couch, next to Seokjin. Seokjin offers you a tight-lipped smile, and you try to smile as brightly as you can, ignoring Jungkook’s confused look as he stares at you.

You keep the act on for the whole evening. Even in the car, on the way home, you angle yourself towards the window, answering with ‘yes�� or ‘no’ or ‘I don’t know’ to whatever Jungkook says. The perfect picture of indifference.

When you get home, Jungkook asks you if you want to watch the episode of the anime you watch together that was released earlier today, and you tell him he can watch it without you.

“What?” he lets out, but you’re already strutting out of the room, moving towards the office where your PC gaming set-ups are.

Jungkook follows you, watching you turn your PC on, and when the monitor comes to life he leans against the doorframe.

You ignore him, putting your headset on. You type your password in, and then as the computer finishes turning on, you spare a single glimpse towards him. He looks like he wants to say something, but he remains silent.

When he figures that you’re really going to game, he moves to his own PC, turning it on as his tongue plays with his piercing. His eyes burn into your profile, but you keep on ignoring him, focusing on the Steam store page. You move to your collection, scrolling down as you search for a game to play. You settle on F1 2023, even though you usually never play alone, and as the game loads Jungkook speaks.

“Do you want to play together?” he asks. “We could play in multi…”

“No, all good,” you interject before he’s even finished his sentence.

Now, his tongue pokes at his cheek before he nods curtly. He chooses to play Overwatch instead, which doesn’t surprise you, and you sit in silence for about an hour, except the occasional curses he lets out because he keeps losing.

You don’t lose. You’re playing the storyline, which you’ve always found pretty easy, and you just enjoy the races, ignoring how your heart still aches from what Jungkook said. At some point, Jungkook curses loudly, and you glance at him once, an eyebrow cocked, before focusing on the race that is starting in your game.

When you finish it, you decide to call it a night, turning your PC off and pushing your chair back from your desk so you can get up. That attracts Jungkook’s attention, and he’s quick to ask, “Where are you going?”

You don’t even answer because, what would be the point of that? Instead, you go to your bedroom, where you retrieve a PJ and some clean underwear, and then you make your way to the bathroom. You close the door behind you, locking it even though you usually never lock the door. You take a quick shower, mostly to wash yourself before going to bed because you just can’t go to bed if you haven’t showered. You’re stepping out of the shower when the doorknob turns, though it blocks because of the lock.

“What…” you hear Jungkook mutter. And then a little louder, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you reply.

You can tell he hasn’t moved from behind the door, though you busy yourself with doing your skincare. You’re putting your toner on when Jungkook speaks again.

“Why did you lock the door?” he asks, and he sounds whiny.

“I felt like it,” you say, voice just as flat as it’s been since you’ve heard him at his friend’s place.

He doesn’t like that answer. It’s clear as spring water, especially as he follows it with, “You can’t be serious”.

You cock an eyebrow even if he can’t see you, but don’t say anything as you finish doing your skincare. When you open the door to head to bed, Jungkook is still standing on the other side.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks the moment you come into view.

You shrug. “Nothing. What’s wrong with you?”

He frowns, and that adorable pout of his appears on his lips. You don’t let it affect you – you can’t let it affect you.

“You’ve been weird since we left Taehyung and Jimin’s place,” he says slowly. His tongue pokes at his cheek, before swiping at his piercing. “Something is clearly wrong.”

You shrug your shoulder. “Nah, all good. I’m going to bed.”

He doesn’t stop you as you breeze past him, heading towards the bedroom. He does watch you go, and you almost turn around to tell him that you heard him and that he hurt you. But you decide to make him wait longer, because you can tell that he doesn’t like how you’ve been acting.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

You’re on your side of the bed, facing the wall and scrolling on your phone when Jungkook comes in, hair wet from his own shower. The mattress dips when he sits on the other side and you hear him sigh loudly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks once more. “You’ve been so weird… Did something happen?”

“No.”

You focus on your phone, even as he whines, “Don’t play the innocent game, baby, I can recognize when you’re mad.”

You sigh, loudly, and maybe exaggerating the sound a little. You do like your dramatics after all.

“Am I mad?” you ask, still not looking at him. “Do I have a reason to be mad?”

You can hear the frown in his voice when he says, “Clearly you do. But I’m a little lost.”

At that you turn on your back to glance at him where he’s sitting. He’s only wearing the boxers he usually wears to sleep, and it almost makes you forget all about what he said earlier. You hold on strong though, saying, “I thought you didn’t like me when I’m clingy”.

His mouth falls open as his gaze widens in recognition. “Oh,” he lets out. “You heard me.”

He deflates as you nod curtly, before turning your back to him again to focus on your phone. Mostly because the reminder suddenly has tears forming in your eyes, and it makes your heart ache in your chest uncomfortably.

“Babe,” he gently says. When you don’t turn, he presses, “Come on, babe, look at me”.

You’re stubborn. You don’t turn, don’t say anything. Just blink away the tears that are slowly winning against your will not to cry.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says after a moment of silence, only interrupted by the sniffle you fail at keeping in.

“Whatever, Jungkook.”

He scoffs. “Don’t whatever me. And don’t call me Jungkook.”

It’s true. You usually never call him by his first name, preferring to call him Kookie.

“I’m really sorry you heard me say that,” he adds after you haven’t said a thing for almost a minute. “I’ve always found you clingy but… I don’t mind, babe, I promise.”

“It’s a little too late for you to say that,” you answer, and you turn off your phone, resting it face down on the bed so you can wipe the tear that’s escaped from your eye, tickling the bridge of your nose where it refused to fall.

“No, seriously,” he insists. “I really like when you’re clingy. I’m sorry if it came out sounding as if I don’t.”

“You complained about not being able to see the guys alone,” you point out. “As if you’re not the one to invite me all the time.”

He moves, and the bed shifts as he gets closer. He puts a hand on your arm, but you shrug off his touch.

“I do invite you all the time,” he says. “Because I want you to be there.”

“Didn’t sound like you want me to be there at all, Kookie.”

The nickname has him put his hand on your arm again, and this time you let him do it.

“I know, I realize that now,” he says carefully. “I’m really sorry I said that. You are clingy, that’s true, but it’s what I love the most about you.”

“What about me being loud?”

He hums, realizing that you’ve heard that part too. “I love your energy. Always makes me smile. It felt so weird tonight because you barely spoke.”

“Yeah…” you let out.

“It made me realize that the reason why I love you is because you’re loud and energetic and always trying to goof around. It can be a lot to handle for some people, but not for me.”

“Kookie…”

“I’m serious!” He pauses and when he pulls on your arm you let him turn you on your back. He bristles at the sight of your tears, quickly drying them. “Fuck,” he curses as he wipes your cheeks. “I’m so, so, sorry. I was so stupid.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” you tell him, and a new wave of tears hits.

“I’m fully aware,” he says as he blanches, showing you just how affected he is by you crying. “Please be clingy. Be clingy and annoying and never leave me alone.” He lies down to pull you in his arms, and you rest your forehead against his chest. “Be my favourite pain in the ass. I don’t want it any other way. I should have realized before.”

“But why did you say that in the first place?” you ask. “It was mean.”

“I know…” he trails off. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, but he soon says, “Honestly I think I just said that because I’ve been exhausted because of how busy it’s been at work. I attributed it to you, which was the dumbest thing I could do.”

“You have been busy,” you comment, because it's true. You've seen how it's affecting him.

“Yeah.”

There’s a silence, as he just runs a soothing hand on your back, pressing soft kisses on the top of your head once in a while.

 “You know,” you eventually say. “If you want to hang out alone with your friends, you can. I really don’t mind not coming every time.”

“But I want you to be there!” he insists. “I really do, I promise.”

You sigh, nuzzling your face further into his chest. “Are you sure?” you mumble against his skin.

“Yes.” He presses another kiss to the top of your head, his grip tightening around you. “And now I’m going to be the clingy one because you scared me tonight.”

“Why?” you choke out as he holds you so tight you almost can’t breathe anymore.

He loosens his grip just a little, before saying, “I don’t know, I felt so awful after saying that. I think I realized right away that I actually didn’t feel like that at all and that I was just using you as a scapegoat because I didn’t want to speak about work with the boys.” He pauses, shifting a little so your head is resting on his chest now as he lies on his back. “And then you were distant all evening and I thought ‘that’s it, she’s going to break up with you, you stupid idiot’.”

For some reason, that makes you giggle against him.

“What?” he asks.

“I won't break up with you, but you really are a stupid idiot.”

You can almost hear him roll his eyes, though knowing him he probably has a teasing smile on his lips. “But I am your stupid idiot.”

“You are,” you answer, wrapping your arm around his waist so you can hold him close.

“I really am sorry I said that,” he says after another comfortable silence. “I should have spoken to you about it first. Saying it to the guys was low of me.”

You nod. “It was. But I’m not angry at you, I understand where you’re coming from. I do move a lot and speak a lot, so if you’ve been tired then it’s probably been a lot to handle.”

“But I love handling it, don’t take me the wrong way,” he says. One of his hands moves under your jaw, making you tilt your head back until he’s looking at you in the eyes. “I love your bubbly personality, it’s the reason why I started dating you in the first place.” He pecks the tip of your nose, before adding, “With you there’s never a boring moment. And I don’t want any boring moments in my life. I just want you.”

“Gosh,” you mumble, as you feel yourself blushing. “Why are you so cheesy?”

“You deserve it!” he exclaims, and you both laugh softly. “I’ll be so cheesy from now on you’ll hate me.”

“I don’t like cheesy,” you mumble in agreement, though the smile on your lips tells otherwise.

“Don’t care, you’ll get it anyway,” he teases, and he kisses your lips then.

His pink lips are infinitely soft. Always are, even in the middle of the winter. You don’t know how he manages to achieve that – your lips are chapped as soon as the weather is a little dry. But his are soft, always, and it feels like heaven to kiss him. The ache that was in your heart finishes dissolving then, as you focus on how his mouth moves against yours, how he sighs softly in the kiss.

And when you pull away, he presses another kiss to your forehead. “I love you, baby,” he says, lips moving against your forehead. “I’m so sorry I was a dick tonight. I won’t ever do it again.”

You nuzzle your face in his neck, pecking the mole he has there. He laughs, arm tightening against you.

“I accept your apology, Kookie,” you say. “But please don’t say stuff like that to your friends again. We can talk about it first.”

“I promise,” he says. “I’ll be the one to get on your nerves now, you’ll see.”

“You always get on my nerves,” you tease, just because you feel like being a little shit.

“Excuse me?” he asks, and you hear the pout in his voice.

“I love you too, Kook.”

Now it turns into a smile when he says, “That’s better.”

And the best thing is, it really is.

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 26

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, angst, tension, anxiety, mentions of memory loss, guilt, rejection

As Nick and I left his room, the air felt different. The tension I’d felt downstairs hadn’t left me, and I couldn’t help but feel like there was something more beneath the surface, especially with Matt. But I pushed it aside as we walked down the stairs, back toward Chris and Matt.

Before we reached the bottom, Nick turned to me, his voice soft, "Hey, if you feel comfortable, you can stay here tonight. I’ll sleep in Chris’s room, so you can have mine. I don’t want you to feel like you have to go back if you’re not ready."

I hesitated for a second but then nodded. "That sounds good, actually. Thanks, Nick."

When we stepped into the living room, Chris was sprawled across the couch, grinning from ear to ear. He waved a controller in the air. "Mario Kart is ready! I’m kicking your ass this time!"

Matt, however, sat next to him, more reserved, his posture stiff. I couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. Chris was an open book, easy to read and light hearted. But Matt..there was something closed off, something almost guarded. I could feel it, like a wall between us that I couldn’t understand.

"Here" Chris said, handing me a controller with a grin. "Let’s see if you’re still as good as you used to be."

I grabbed the controller off Chris, “Who knows this time, this brace on my wrist is definitely going to hinder me” I said laughing.

We started playing, and I immediately got into the zone, sprained wrist or not. I smoked them in every single one of the four circuits, each victory making me feel more and more in control, like I was regaining a piece of myself.

Nick, impressed but clearly not wanting to lose again, suggested we play teams. "How about Matt and Y/n team up? You two were unstoppable last time."

I waited for Matt to agree, thinking it’d be fun to see how we worked together. But instead, Matt shook his head, his voice cool and detached. "Nah, let’s switch it up."

The rejection hit me in a way I didn’t expect. A weird, dull ache settled in my chest. Why did it bother me so much? Maybe it was just the rejection itself, or maybe it was the way he’d been acting since I arrived. Distant. Cold.

Nick and Chris exchanged confused glances, both of them snapping their heads to look at Matt. Chris even raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "What? Why? You guys were like the dream team."

Matt shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I just feel like switching things up this time."

I tried to brush it off, but it lingered. Something about Matt’s reluctance, his distance. It felt personal, even though I couldn’t understand why. And the way Chris and Nick reacted, like they knew something I didn’t, only made it worse.

We played on, but the atmosphere felt different now. The game became background noise to the questions swirling in my mind. Why did Matt feel so far away, like he was avoiding me? And why did it matter so much to me?

Matt’s POV

From the moment I heard Y/n was in the house, my mind went into overdrive. I hadn’t expected to see her again so soon, definitely not like this, and the way she looked at me downstairs stung more than I’d ever admit.

Chris was being his usual self, carefree and oblivious, throwing the Mario Kart controllers around like we were kids again. I couldn’t get into it, though. My head was stuck on Y/n. She had this way of pulling everything out of me without even trying, and now, seeing her act like a stranger, like we hadn’t been through everything together, it messed with my head.

Nick and Y/n came back downstairs, and I could feel her eyes on me again. She seemed.. intrigued. Like she was trying to figure something out. Maybe she was piecing together memories, or maybe she just knew something wasn’t right between us. Either way, I couldn’t handle it. Not right now.

I sat there, watching Chris act like an idiot, shouting about how he was going to destroy everyone in the game. I didn’t have it in me to join his energy. But when the game started, I couldn’t help but notice how easily Y/n slipped into it. She was as good as I remember. Each time she crossed the finish line first, there was this spark in her, a glimpse of the girl I remembered. It killed me.

Then, Nick, trying to be the peacekeeper he always is, suggested teams. “How about Matt and Y/n team up? You two were unstoppable last time.”

The second he said it, something inside me froze. The thought of teaming up with her, of being close to her like we used to be, it felt like too much. I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew everything I’d done. Not when she didn’t even remember any of it.

“Nah” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “Let’s switch it up.”

I could feel her eyes on me, but I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. I knew that what I’d just said hurt her, and that only made it worse.

Nick and Chris both turned to stare at me like I’d grown another head. They knew how close Y/n and I used to be. Hell, they knew the full extent of it.

“What? Why?” Chris asked, sounding genuinely baffled. “You guys were like the dream team.”

I just shrugged, trying to brush it off like it didn’t matter. “I just feel like switching things up this time.”

But the truth was, I couldn’t handle it. Being near her, pretending like nothing had changed, knowing she didn’t remember all the nights we spent talking, the way I’d cared about her, how I’d let her down. I wasn’t strong enough to fake it.

The game carried on, but I was barely paying attention. I couldn’t focus, not when I knew she was sitting across the room, probably wondering why the hell I was acting like this. And part of me hated myself for it, for pushing her away when I should’ve been trying to make things right.

But I couldn’t face her. Not when the weight of everything I’d done, all the secrets and guilt, was still crushing me.

Y/n’s POV

I glanced around the room, sensing the tension after Matt rejected Nick's suggestion that we team up. I wasn’t sure why, but it stung a little. Maybe it was the rejection, or maybe it was the way he seemed to be avoiding me, like he wanted to keep his distance for reasons I couldn’t figure out. It didn’t make sense. He felt familiar in some strange way, but it was like there was this wall between us.

I shook it off, deciding not to dwell on it. Chris, on the other hand, was buzzing with energy, clearly eager to win. He kept fidgeting with the controller in his hand like he couldn’t wait to start.

"Alright, Chris" I said, breaking the tension and forcing a smile. “I guess it’s you and me, then. Let’s team up. I’ll make sure you finally get that win.”

His face lit up, a wide grin spreading across it. “Hell yeah! I knew you’d be my secret weapon.”

I laughed. Chris was so easy to be around, no secrets, no weird tension. Just a guy who really, really wanted to win a Mario Kart game. Unlike Matt, who was sitting there with this distant look in his eyes.

As we got ready to play, I could feel the room settle again, but I couldn’t help stealing a glance at Matt. He was leaning back on the couch, his controller resting loosely in his hands, but his eyes weren’t on the screen. They were somewhere else, like he was caught in his own thoughts.

I quickly turned back to the screen. Whatever was going on with him, I’d figure it out later. Right now, Chris needed my help, and I was determined to carry him to victory.

“Alright, Chris, just follow my lead” I said, teasing him a little. “I’ll make sure you don’t crash and burn.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad!” he protested, laughing. “Just make sure we win, okay?”

I smirked, gripping the controller as the countdown started on the screen. 

Chris and I were an okay team, I completely carried him, but at the end of the race, we crossed the finish line first. Chris leapt off the couch, cheering with a huge grin on his face, practically shaking the controller in excitement. "I can’t believe it! I actually won!"

I laughed, feeding off his energy. "Told you I’d get you that win!"

Chris was absolutely over the moon, and I felt a small surge of pride in making it happen for him. I glanced over at Matt, who was watching silently. Feeling playful, I teased, “See, Matt, that could’ve been you if you had teamed up with me instead.”

To my surprise, I got a laugh out of him. A real one. It was small, but it broke through the distant vibe he’d been giving off. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling like I was chipping away at whatever wall he had put up. There was something about him, something I couldn’t fully understand, but it made my heart race whenever I was around him.

Matt stood up and excused himself, saying he needed some air. He slipped out to the balcony that was connected to the living room. The balcony door stayed open, though, so we could still all talk, and I decided to follow him. I’d built up a bit of a sweat from being competitive, and the cool air felt like the perfect excuse to join him.

As I stepped out onto the balcony, the breeze hit me, refreshing against my skin. Matt didn’t say anything as I stood beside him, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. There was a strange pull between us, something I couldn’t quite name, but it kept me there, even in the silence.

Inside, Chris kept the conversation going, his voice bubbling with amusement. He brought up the odd, out of pocket things people had been saying on their streams lately, especially the weird usernames that Matt had ended up blocking. "Someone was begging Matt for backshots and their username was MattsLongJohn. Man, the stuff people say in chat."

Nick chimed in with a shocked laugh, while Chris, ever the entertainer, continued. “Oh, and Matt almost gave me a black eye with the Tapple board the other night. Dude’s dangerous when he’s competitive.”

The mood lightened, and we all laughed at the ridiculousness of it. But then, Chris turned to Matt, his tone casual, though he didn’t seem to realize the weight of his words. "Speeding car, ass or tits?"

Matt’s face fell instantly, like someone had punched the air out of him. "First of all, that's just not how you use that phrase" he said, his voice tense, his usual calm demeanor breaking. "Second of all, I'm not answering that."

The conversation froze for a moment, and I felt a sudden rush of heat flood my body, like every nerve in me was suddenly on high alert. Speeding car. The phrase rang in my ears, and without knowing why, it felt like something I should remember. Images of bright lights. Matt’s voice.  I felt dizzy, like my head was spinning but I also had a feeling of nervous butterflies in my stomach.

I needed water. I took a step back from the railing, turning toward the door, my pulse racing. “I’ll be right back” I muttered, trying to steady myself. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly as I headed back inside.

As I passed through the door, I could still hear Matt and Chris continuing their conversation, but everything felt muffled. The flashes of light, the sound of screeching tires, Matt’s voice, but also the sound of laughter, a feeling of nerves throughout my body - it all crashed into me at once. What was that? What are these feelings?

I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with cold water from the fridge, I needed to stand somewhere a bit more private, I remember seeing a bathroom beside the room Chris and Matt were in earlier on, so I let myself into there.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to calm the storm building in my chest. Something was wrong. Something I couldn’t remember.

Matt’s POV

As soon as Chris let those words slip, I felt my stomach drop. I glared at him, my fists clenching as anger surged through me. "Chris, what the fuck  is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice lower than usual but laced with frustration. "You can’t just bring up something like that. Especially not in front of her."

Chris’s face fell instantly, his usual carefree grin disappearing as he realized he’d crossed a line. "I-I didn’t mean anything by it, Matt" he stammered, holding his hands up in defense. "I was just messing around."

"Messing around?" I repeated, my tone sharp. "You think that’s something to mess around with? You know what that word brings up." My voice faltered slightly at the end, and I forced myself to take a breath. The last thing I needed was to blow up in front of everyone. But I couldn’t help it. Bringing up the accident, or anything related to it, wasn’t just reckless, it was cruel, even if Chris didn’t mean it that way. Especially with Y/n being here.

Chris’s expression softened as realization hit him. He ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely apologetic. "Shit, Matt, I didn’t think about that. I wasn’t trying to bring up.. y'know, that. I’m sorry, man. It was just a dumb joke from stream. I didn’t mean it like that."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm down. I knew Chris hadn’t meant any harm. He never did. But I was already on edge, especially being around Y/n. As much as I was trying to keep my distance, to protect her or maybe even protect myself, it didn’t mean I didn’t care about her anymore. I still did. I cared about her more than anything. It also didn’t mean I didn’t love her anymore either. I could never stop loving her, but it was easier this way. Easier to pretend that she didn’t care about me at all, even if it was slowly tearing me apart.

And what made it worse was the fact that she was stood right there, unaware of everything that had happened, the weight of what she didn’t know. And here Chris was, casually throwing it around like it didn’t mean anything. Like it wasn’t tied to the worst night of her life. How it was tied to what we were.

I glanced toward the bathroom door, noticing how long Y/n was taking. She had gone to get a drink, but it felt like an eternity had passed. My chest tightened with worry. What if Chris’s stupid comment had triggered something? What if she was starting to remember things, and I wasn’t there to help her through it?

Chris must’ve noticed me looking, because he followed my gaze, his brow furrowing. "You think she’s okay?" he asked quietly.

"I don’t know" I muttered, my voice low as I glanced back toward the closed door. "She’s been gone for a while."

I wasn’t sure if she was in the bathroom, the kitchen, or if she’d just needed a moment to herself. Either way, I felt uneasy. My mind raced with the possibility that she was piecing things together, flashes of memory coming back to her that she wasn’t ready for. The thought of her remembering the accident, without any warning or explanation, scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not yet.

"Maybe I should check on her" I said, more to myself than to Chris. I couldn’t help the protective instinct that kicked in, even though I’d been trying to keep my distance all night. I didn’t want her to go through this alone, not again.

Chris nodded. "Go. I didn’t mean to mess things up. I’ll stay out of it."

I took a deep breath and stood up, my eyes fixed on the direction Y/n had gone. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and guilt twisting in my gut. As much as I wanted to stay distant, to avoid complicating things further, I couldn’t ignore the pull I felt toward her. And right now, all I wanted was to make sure she was okay.

Y/n’s POV

I stood in the bathroom for what felt like forever, staring at my reflection as if the answers were hidden somewhere in the lines on my forehead. My hands were gripping the edges of the sink so hard my knuckles turned white. I splashed more water on my face, letting the coldness shock me back into the present. It helped, but not enough. The weight in my chest hadn’t gone away. I knew I needed to calm down. There was no use spiraling right now, especially not in front of anyone. 

Looking at myself in the mirror, I forced a few deep breaths. Maybe I was just exhausted, maybe it was too much all at once. Meeting Chris and Matt, hearing Nick talk about how we all used to be close, it was a lot to process. It was like stepping into a life I wasn’t fully a part of anymore but still felt connected to.

With another breath, I finally decided it was time to go to bed. It would be better to sleep and let my mind rest. Maybe things would feel clearer in the morning.

I dried my face and opened the bathroom door, only to find Matt standing right outside. The hallway was dimly lit, casting a soft shadow over his face, but I could see the concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he said, his voice low and hesitant.

"Yeah" I nodded, trying to offer a reassuring smile. "I’m fine. Just.. tired. I think I’m going to head to bed."

He looked at me for a moment, like he was searching for something in my expression. Maybe he was trying to see if I was really okay, or maybe he was debating whether to say something else. But after a beat, he just nodded and stepped aside to let me pass.

"Alright. Get some rest," he said quietly, his voice holding something unspoken.

I walked past him, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back for a few more seconds before I turned the corner into the living room. Nick and Chris were still lounging on the couch, Chris fiddling with the Wii controllers while Nick scrolled on his phone. They looked up when I approached.

"Hey guys, I’m gonna head to bed" I said. "I’ll probably leave around 11 in the morning. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment."

Nick straightened up a little, giving me a curious look. "Oh, okay. Do you want to grab breakfast before? Matt and I can drop you off after, we’re picking up Nate from the airport around that time anyway."

I turned slightly, glancing back at Matt. He was still in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe, watching the conversation unfold. He caught my eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, that works" he said. "I can drop you off."

"Sounds good" I replied, offering them both a small, tired smile. "Thank you for tonight. Goodnight, guys."

"Night" Nick said, giving me a wave, while Chris mumbled something about winning Mario Kart under his breath.

I turned and started walking back up the stairs, feeling the day’s exhaustion setting in. The events of the night weighed on my mind - the way Matt had looked at me downstairs, Nick’s stories about the four of us hanging out, and Chris’s strange joke that sent shocks through me. It was a lot to process, and I felt this strange pull toward Matt, like there was something more there than I could understand.

I could feel it in the way he looked at me. There was a history, something deeper between us that no one had explained yet. Why wasn’t he trying to fix things if we’d been close? What was holding him back? And why did I feel like something important was missing from the story?

As I reached Nick’s room, I pushed the thoughts away, telling myself that tomorrow would bring more answers. For now, I just needed sleep. I slipped into the room, closed the door behind me, and fell onto the bed, letting my body relax into the sheets.

But even as my eyes closed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was right on the edge of something. Something big that I just couldn’t see yet.

a/n: we have 4 parts leftttttt (I think)

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[amourlyns]

❛ red striped rhapsody. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: +fem!nonsorcerer reader. in which the reader has recurring visions of gojo satoru. and after three years of not seeing one another, they meet once more. but, unfortunate circumstances.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: suggestive content, proceed with caution. mentions of drinking, blood & gore, kissing & sensual touching, metaphors of sex. season two & jjk0 spoilers. past satosugu if you really squint! satoru coping in shitty ways!!!

𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: songs to listen to by the acts: 001. star girl interlude by lana del ray & the weeknd. i feel it coming by the weeknd & daft punk. fragile by tatsuro yamashita. is it a crime by sade. 002. i put a spell on you by nina simone. run by hozier + 505 by the arctic monkeys + fun fact, this was going to be a nanami fic but gojo felt more fitting 💁🏾‍♀️. anyways this took forever to finish but i kept adding more elements, let me know what you think about this fic !!! i had an amazing time writing it, im proud of this one. 🫦🫦 lmk how the characterization is too!

⟡ ⠀ | 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐩—𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. The mind. The brain. The meat. Oh, God. The rawness of this love will devour you whole.

He comes to you in hazy apparitions conjoined by the sun and moon. It’s sticky and sweet. His very touch taints. And the fingers on your warm subtle flesh seem to sink bone deep. The two of you merge into one being.

Then, he vanishes.

You’re awake now, damp in a cold sweat. Linen sheets are stained with perspiration. Your hair is mussed and your sheets remain frazzled after your unpleasant awakening. You’re alone, and you always will be.

Alone, in a bed that’s too spacious for your liking. Alone in a city you don’t belong in. Alone, in a flat you could barely call home. The bleak, undecorated landscape of your bedroom seems to mock you in this light. The faint humming of your fridge finds its way to your hollow walls, the tick of the clock seeps into your pores.

Must it always be this way? Should you continue on with the little fissures and pathways that lead him to you? Sometimes, he just felt all consuming. Like a catalyst meant to crave.

Your chest heaves and your world seems to crash all at once. It’s the same man. Every. Damn. Time. Your mind and body betrays you. Images of the stranger you called yours seemed to appear every night. Memories and unresolved feelings you desperately try to bury.

You could recall it now.

It was the year 2016 in some bar in Tokyo. The club is illuminated by multicolored, neon lights. A spectacle to behold under kaleidoscope flashes. You’re immersed with the electric current of the crowd. Buzzed with the alcohol that flows in your veins. Lead on by straight adrenaline from the party and the man you claimed as yours tonight.

Your two bodies seemed to drift towards each other.

Something magnetic is leading you towards the man that shined like a beacon within the crowd. He practically demands to be seen, his presence is everything but timid. He wants to be seen, desired and admired. Adore me, see me, crave me. Paying him mind was your first mistake.

Underneath the sanctuary of his shades. He’s a man graced with azure hues only the heavens could dream of matching, carved with aquamarine. You catch them under the vivid lighting. His skin resembles opal. For a moment, he feels untouchable. Maybe it’s his presence, how he carries himself⸻ but his energy is so immense. It’s overwhelming. Suffocating.

You move towards him anyways.

He lures you in with ease. You were pliable, obedient. Encaptured by this stranger of the night. Willing to listen to his beck and call.

You slide into the nearest seat, tensions are high and sweat slicks down the back of your dress. Your breathing becomes uneven (…) were you holding your breath before? It must���ve been the alcohol. The adrenaline maybe? The atmosphere even. You would use any excuse to deny the feeling this man evoked within you, to give into his charms.

His lips seem to glisten under the glint of neon lights, they’re covered in remnants of his drink of choice. (You would order the same), matching his body language. Leaning towards, sprawling out your limbs in a similar lackadaisical manner.

He’s the first one to speak. When he does, it comes out like a coo. It’s enthralling. The way he seems to pull you in with a simple touch. Two fingers grasping your wrist, the other hand is occupied with the glass between his slender fingers. His name evades you for the most part, but you know he called you his pretty star girl.

❛ IS IT JUST YOU HERE? OR DO YOU GAVE SOME FRIENDS I SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT? HM, STAR GIRL. ❜

You feel alive, electrified by his very touch on your skin. And if he was quite honest you were doing the same to him as well. But how could you say no to man like this? To decline such a man. A frosted brow raises in question, awaiting your answer. You’re too absorbed in the moment to answer verbally. So you nod instead⸻ finishing his drink for him.

It’s sweet, oddly enough. Must be a mock tail.

He laughs at that.

It’s a simple gesture, one you shouldn’t find yourself smiling to. (But you do), despite your weak attempts of dismissing the smile on your face. He catches onto it, of course he does. He’s quick to make a slick comment, rasping against the shell of your ear. The man speaks in engrossing, waxing vices. Soft murmurs and purrs that make your spine shiver in delight. The kind of words that makes goosebumps occur. The kind that makes a fire erupt in your stomach.

He drags you away due to your request, to Satoru, you’re a feast to be ravaged in front of everyone in this club. Repercussions be damned. He wastes no time when it comes to you, bodies are pressed into one another. Kisses linger and breath mingles.

Slender fingers hook around your waist, gripping the warm flesh of your hip.

❛ STAY STILL, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE NOW. I’VE GOT YOU. DO Y’KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO COME OVER STAR GIRL? ❜

He mutters against your collarbone, prodding away at the strap of your dress. It eventually falls, giving him access to your chest Your movement stills and he hums in delight. You apologize for your shyness. He laughs. You can feel his chest rising against yours and his shoulders shaking with fit of laughter. Underneath his breath, he calls you a good girl.

❛ WHAT, YOU SCARED? I DON’T BITE ❜

Which is a lie. He does bite, you can feel his canines finding sanctuary in your neck. Through the navy shades of his tinted sunglasses and behind full frosted lashes. There was a mischievous glint in his gaze.

He’s testing you of course. You’re more annoyed at the fact that you don’t have an issue with it. In fact, you’re leaning into his touch. Feeding into his greed, letting his tongue lap and swipe over your skin. What were you even doing here with this man? He was a stranger. You should know better. If anything, you were going to blame the alcohol in your system for all your indecent thoughts and lewd actions that’ll haunt you tonight.

All these thoughts are making you anxious. Your flight or fight is kicking in. The alarm bells are ringing in the back of your mind, your body is slowly tensing up. He can obviously feel it, because he’s slowly coming to a stop. How observant of him. Some part of you feels guilty, he’s already worked up and well, shit. You don’t owe the man anything but he’s so fucking handsome like this. Wait, what was his name again?

You’re soooo fucked. You didn’t even get his name, if you get murdered by some sexy ass man that was on you. What a way to die though. By now, his advances come to a full stop. He’s looking at you now, questioning this whole ordeal. Is he doing something wrong? Did he fuck up?

❛ YOU’RE NOT REALLY SCARED, ARE YOU? AM I MOVING TOO FAST FOR YOU? LET ME KNOW. I NEED YOU TO SPEAK FOR ME, STAR GIRL. ❜

When he detaches from your neck, you whine. How pathetic. You whine and he grins with the most obnoxious shit eating grin you have ever seen. If you ever saw him again after tonight you might actually faint.

❛ ME? SCARED? NO. I’M JUST (…) FINALLY THINKING CLEARLY. I THINK⸻ I THINK WE SHOULD SLOW DOWN. GIVE ME A SECOND, WILL YOU? ❜

He mulls over your words, caressing your thigh in thought. Your hands find a place against his chest, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. You had no reason to be nervous, but you were fidgeting and he wasn’t answering you. Which made matters worse. Until (…) He does of course, nodding in understanding. Reluctantly removing his grip from your waist.

After a few moments of silence and wayward glances, he pulls out his phone. Just in case you do run off, he can still catch you. He’s smart, isn’t he? You take it, sliding your number in his notes. A soft smile plays on your expression, what other faces could you make with him?

‘ Call me, we’ll finish this later. Xoxo, Stargirl. ‘

Then, you’re gone. Duh, Obviously Satoru. He half the mind to leave you alone, but the other half is itching to follow you. He really could, you wouldn’t notice anyways. It was just one of his many talents. He could tell you to just come home Mona Lisa. How there wouldn’t be Rome without Caesar. Load you to death with allusions and such.

The first thing Satoru notices is the smell of your perfume on the collar shirt. Then, it’s the taste of you on his lips. After that, it’s the feeling of your fingertips on his chest. You’re still with him in spirit. You left pieces of you in your wake. He only craves more.

Firstly, Satoru knows this path is only going to end in heartbreak because Suguru Gēto is on the mind. Secondly, he missed the feeling you gave him. Not you. He missed being touched by someone, he missed cherishing something. He missed⸻ filling the space up. Sex could do that. Lust could. Occupying himself with countless assignments from the higher ups could.

What was Satoru now?

Ultimately, he’s tired. He’s been tired of years now. Exhausted even, he felt it in his joints. His bones. But he was the strongest; the strongest there is. The strongest can’t succumb to such pressure. He was supposed to be untouchable. He is untouchable. So why did he let you touch him tonight? Why did he let you through infinity? Hah. Another question for another day.

Distract yourself, Satoru. Never let the mask slip. Let it become you.

When Satoru sinks into the bed, sleep escapes him. Like every other night. Then, he thinks of you. Didn’t you ask him to text him? To ‘finish this later’ (…) The thought of Suguru makes him want to keel over and vomit. He couldn’t, not tonight. Besides, he’ll call you in the morning.

He did, Satoru did. It was stupid, dumb even. But he did. You answered, called him. Even held a conversation with Satoru. What a one eighty from last night, right? Somehow, he listens. Satoru was never one for listening, it’s too out of character for him. He wants to be seen, to be heard. He’s the greatest, he’s the strongest. The honored one. So why would he silence himself? Still. He listens. This goes on for months.

A period of time that’s too long for Satoru. The only reason you haven’t left yet is because he hasn’t shown you the real him, he’s kept you at arms length this whole time.

He keeps seeing Suguru in you. And maybe thats why he can’t let go. Or maybe he wants to see Suguru in you. To say you have any similarities would be a stain on his name. A sin. He can’t taint you too.

You know when Satoru is lonely. It feels like it, at least. You call. He answers. You talk. He listens. You eventually come over. Never asking for his name. But he can see it in your eyes, feel it at his fingertips when he touches you. It’s ‘Gojo’ you want to callout at night. Not just baby or sweetheart. You don’t want your lips on his collarbone, you want them on his lips. Satoru knows it. He feels it. But he can’t cross that line. He refuses it. If he refuses it, he’ll deny you of it. Deprive you.

But you eat at the palm of his hand. Taking everything so obediently. It should be criminal really. Why aren’t you biting at the hand that feeds you? Plead for more, ask for more. Beg for it. Like you are now. You don’t. You never do. You’re satisfied with the trail of kisses on your thighs that send an electric current down your spine. You’re fine with the way he pries them open, splitting you apart like a pomegranate. Fragile. Meant to paint his fingers with certain wetness.

You let Satoru delve in, you let him indulge too much. The nightly escapades go on for eight months. That is until you bite his hand. And he pulls away. You call for his name, not honey, not sweetheart, but his real name. In his lust, he says it. Gojo. You knew a line was crossed. You knew it. He knew it.

After sleeping with him, wait no. Gojo. Because he’s not just any random figure. Not just he. But Gojo. You’ve realized two things. One, you’ve never kissed. Two, you’ve never said his name. You also know that he doesn’t fully see you when you’re together. He’s somewhere else, not with you. He thinks you can’t see it. But you can, you always could. Ignore it, that’s what you told yourself. You could ignore the way he always wears blindfolds to cover his eyes, the way his lips twitched to utter another name. You could ignore it. Up until now.

For once. Satoru hears his name coming out from your lips, not the voice he’s seared into his mind. It’s not Suguru. It’s you. Suddenly, your fingers on his skin feel scalding. Too close to the flame. He moves away, letting you go. Why did he tell you that? Why did he feel the need?

❛ WHO DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU’RE WITH ME? (…) WHO AM I GOJO⸻ ? ❜

It’s almost humorous, the way you’re asking him who he sees. But at the end of the day, do you know who you are? All you do is give to Gojo, yet it’s never enough for you. Or him. So who are you really trying to fix here? You know there’s too many broken pieces for you to handle. To conjoin. Instead of setting them in place, you’ve sliced your finger on a glass edge.

❛ SUGURU. ❜

Why couldn’t you be mad at him? A nasty, bitter, feeling settles in your stomach but it’s not towards him. It’s towards the name he utters. How deluded you were. Jealous over someone you’d never know, someone you couldn’t compete with. To you, Gojo is an angel, a cosmic entity with a halo choked tight around him like a vice. His vice? Well it would be this so called Suguru.

Unfortunately, if he loved you. He did it in a way you couldn’t understand. If he truly desired you, you couldn’t tell. You call out to him. Really call out. ‘ Gojo, Suguru, Gojo, Suguru. ‘ Letting the names sit heavy on your tongue. It’s almost as heavy as the tears that roll down your cheeks.

Satoru Gojo is the living, breathing, vessel of impatience. He is ravenous. The encapsulation of gluttony and greed. Satoru bites and licks away at everything like a rotten dog. He moves in blurs and takes no time to enjoy things in the moment. When he loves, it’s snatched and taken away from him. Satoru knows what it’s like to bleed. So he’d rather move forward instead of licking old wounds.

Satoru does remember this one thing though.

You thanked him for his love, for his heart. For the fact that you haven’t had a single lonely night for months. Even if this love was misguided. An empty valentine. Apparently, you ran from love for a long time. So long, it became an empty game.

Would you hide your heart again?

That’s the last time you see Gojo. The last time you felt his touch. The last time you⸻ Well, damn. You missed it, missed him. Was it a crime? To miss that sort of relationship? To want him? The thought of Gojo sends a feeling of yearning in your chest. It constructs a deep hole in your heart, rippling through your chest like the deepest ocean. You would give him more than you actually gave him, surely he’d want you back then.

Shoko calls him an idiot. He deserves it.

It’s been a year since or two since Satoru has thought of you. A year since you’ve said his name. A year or two since (…) A lot has changed for Satoru. A lot, actually. Nanami called him, Nanami Kento. He was missed of course, finally back after the life of a salaryman chewed him up and spat him right out. After they both lost someone they cared about, they’re reunited again. Funny.

There was another change in his life too. Sukuna’s fingers. Which is why he’s here today, side by side the his little protégé Megumi! Wasn’t he the cutest?

Yaga carefully instructed the pair. Of course, Megumi was more focused on what the principal had to say. Satoru was set on tuning out everything that the man said. He didn’t have time to listen to all that, besides Megumi could handle it.

So, the first order of business was sending Megumi out to do his dirty work while he shops for something to quell his hunger for sweets. Truthfully, Satoru already completed his most recent mission hours ago. He just wanted to indulge in some dango before he met up with Megumi. When he hears the electronic chime of his phone ♪ ringgg ∿ bringggg ∿ ringing ♪ ♪ He picks up, answering with the brightest tone he could evoke. Megumi, on the other hand is obviously not in the mood for games. He never is.

❛ THERE’S A PROBLEM. ❜

He’s there in a heartbeat.

When Satoru arrives, there’s a disgruntled Megumi beside a kid with rosé colored hair. He’s bright—eyed. Ultimately youthful, a good heart. He senses it. He recalls Megumi explaining how the kid ate Sukuna’s damn finger. Why? ‘Because he’s brainless!’ that’s what young sorcerer said anyways. Satoru could hardly believe it. ‘Hah!’ He laughs, like really laughs. Isn’t this something? ‘The higher ups will behead him.’

Occult club friends almost get eaten up by curses. Sukuna arrives, they hash it out, blah, blah, blah. None of that is important. What is important however, is when he shows up the next day and the kid, Itadori is there. He’s athletic, strong—willed. All this praise from a certain teacher. Satoru asks Megumi to lead him towards her in order to grasp and explain the important matters at hand.

Then, there’s you.

It’s a slap across the face, it really is. He is royally fucked. You haven’t noticed him yet, he would know. The six eyes would tell him. In fact, he wishes you had some sort of cursed energy so he could preface what he was walking into. Your door is ajar. You’re still so welcoming, so open like the years before. Dressed in a black blazer and blue button up. Your pencil skirt shifts as you pace around your classroom, your heels make a soft click, click, sound.

Across from you, there’s Megumi. Then, there’s Itadori and his fellow occult members at your side. Satoru needed to get a grip. This was life or death, yet he was too consumed with the thought of getting ripped to shreds in the eye of your storm.

He moves, only an inch. But it’s like you knew he was approaching, coming into your space. It was the same magnetic field that pulled you into the wondrous depths of Gojo in that bar you first met him in. He finally steps in, the electricity buzzes like static. Eyes meet, breathing stops. You had to be insane, you had to be. The man who haunted your dreams, here. In the flesh? You wanted to see the heaven in his eyes like the first night you met.

Oh, you’re absolutely insane. Mental. Act cool, act casual. Act normal, just please don’t let him affect you.

❛ ♪ MEGG—UUU—MMI! YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME ∿ ? HOW COULD YOU, SAVE SOME ACTION FOR ME. WILL YA? ❜

Megumi was unimpressed with Gojo’s dramatic speech. Stating that he was late and unreliable. On the other hand, the others with entranced with this mystery man in your class room. You shift, rocking on your heels in short intervals. This was uncomfortable. Suffocating, even. Why was he here? What else did you not know about Gojo? Was he ignoring your presence as a whole? Shit, he’s looking at you.

❛ HEYYY. IT’S BEEN AWHILE, HASN’T IT? HOW HAVE YOU BEEN STAR GIRL? HM? IT’S FUNNY. YOU’VE ON MY MIND LATELY. ❜

Speechless, that’s what you are. Gojo simply slinks back into your life and it’s like he casted a spell on you. Megumi sneers at the thought of his sleazy mentor having his way with you. Quite frankly, from what he could tell. You were too sweet, passionate and honest for a man like Gojo. Too grounded to be caught in the webbing of his life, unbeknownst to him. You were always caught in his web.

After a beat of silence, Sasaki, Itadori, and Iguchi are desperately searching for answers by glancing at you and Gojo. You dismiss your beloved students with a weak wave. Megumi comes to your rescue by telling his elder off. ‘Stop harassing every poor individual you lay your eyes on Gojo—Sensei.’ He actually listens to the boy, settling into a chair. He’s waiting, watching your every move. He wants a reaction. And he’ll get it.

You clear your throat, opting for a tone and octave softer than your usual speech.

❛ I CAN SEE THAT NOW. IT’S BEEN AWHILE. AND YOU’RE STILL CALLING ME THAT? ❜

Is this what you were doing now? Dancing around the past you two shared years ago? Letting him seep and trickle back into your life like nothing happened? Gojo hard to read, you can’t tell if he’s entertained with the whole situation. Or, if he’s dreading it.

A new day comes.

And Gojo is in your home. Strictly because you need protection. (And he talked his way into being the person who watches over you and the fingers instead of anyone else.)

Satoru was selfish, he knows that. He can have his way, and he will. Because he’s strongest, the rules can bend to his grip regardless of what anyone says. But with you? He doesn’t even need to try. Satoru doesn’t build a home when it comes to you. Instead he tunnels through your chest and makes one. You let him.

Your home was cozy, quaint. It showed bits and pieces of your personality. Who you are as a person. Satoru almost feels guilty for a moment. He never really did see you for you. You were more of a convince. A body he was lucky to have. That's pretty fucked up, right? Lingering thoughts would bounce around his head as he continued to scope the perimeter of your home. From his peripheral vision, he can see the door pry open.

❛ OUUUH, BACK FROM WORK ARE YOU? HOW WAS IT? ❜

You were way too exhausted to deal with Sator during this time of day. Also, how the fuck did he remember where you live? How did he get in? They're all questions you want to voice of course but you end up flopping on the couch instead. Lids would fall close in response. The sounds of Satoru's footsteps drawing near sends an (un) pleasant shiver down your spine.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title : four bottles and a maybe kiss

pairing: Jameson Hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis : you are at a bar with the Hawthorne brothers who you’ve grown up friends with. But being with Jameson Hawthorne has always been a little different than the others, it’s always felt like there is something more…

warnings : drinking and alcohol

a/n : this is my first ever time writing in this platform so idk if this is too long or really rubbish, I just hope you enjoy and I’m always open to feedback

tag list : there is no tag list but let me know if you want to be on it :)

The music was so loud I could feel each beat in my chest. The pounding of the song was beginning to match the pounding in my head. I could feel my limbs beginning to ache. I needed to get out of hot, sticky, sweatiness of this place. I knew I wasn’t even the slightest bit tipsy, I’d only had one drink and I’m glad, it was easy to get lost in this place. Eventually I find the door to exit. The cold air laps my exposed skin, drinking up the humidity greedily and I’ve never been more grateful. I tip my head back, shutting my eyes and take a deep breath in. I allow the oxygen to fill my lungs and feel a little calmer, a little less achy. I exhale, thankful for the cool breeze of the night. But it’s not longer before my kind begins to wander as it often does when the rest of the world is silent and it always directs me back to the same train of thought. Jameson Hawthorne.

I’d grown up by his side and him by mine. We had always gotten on, always been like minded people with a high aptitude for various subjects. Tobias had always had a liking for me, approving of one of the family’s few outside connections. I’d always been close to all the Hawthorne brothers but Jameson… Jameson was so different. It never felt like just a friendship, the bond was too strong, too emotional for just that. His familiar smirk often laced my dreams and his bright eyes constantly plagued my imagination. Things like that don’t just happen. From the day we met and every day after, there has been a spark. I can feel the electricity pulsing through my veins when I’m around him and I don’t know if he can feel it too. So I say nothing and of course he says nothing and so we live on. Me, imagining the impossible and Jameson… being Jameson.

Suddenly, reeling me out of my thoughts quite literally, my body jerks forward as I feel something hit my back with force. I slam into the pavement, the impact hard, but break my fall with my hands.

“Oh shit shit shit, I’m so sorry,” a familiar voice says.

My head whips around and my eyes widen, “Jameson?”

‘Huh just the person I was thinking about…’ I think, ‘Fate? Nah.’

I look up. There he is, standing there. He’s just fallen out of the door of a bar but somehow still looks like some sort of Greek god. His face so perfect it’s unfair, eyes so bright it gives the sun a run for her money, a smile so alluring that I’d sell both my kidneys just to see it once.

“Oh hey there Y/N!” he grins as I stand up wiping my hands on the bottom of my dress, “didn’t see you there.”

“You don’t say,” I reply, analysing him. His face was red and rosy, his eyelids drooping slightly and I could see the sweat dripping off of his forehead.

“What?” he asks, cocking his head to one side

“You’re drunk,” I state.

“Nooooo,” he slurs, grinning as he stumbles towards me. He’s about to fall over before I act fast and catch him. I underestimated his weight and falter slightly but managed to pull him back as he’s wheezing with laughter.

“What’s so funny Jamie?” I ask, not bothering to suppress my smile.

“I fell over,” he laughs, “and this is the second time now!”

I sigh, “How many drinks have you had?”

“Four…” he says, hesitating a little while, “…bottles.”

“Jameson!” I exclaim.

“Y/n!” he yells, mocking my shocked tone.

“Four whole bottles!”

“Nash had double,” he defends, putting his hands up. His hair, as unruly as ever, look particularly good tonight. I don’t know what he’s done with it but it made him look so beautiful.

“Is that why he’s cowboy dancing?” I ask, recalling the routine if previously witnessed, that will be engraved into my brain for the rest of my life.

“And screaming Taylor Swift,” Jameson tells me, “I believe when I left it was ‘picture to burn’ but by now it could be anything.”

“Damn I missed that,” I say.

“Gray probably got it on video,” he shrugs, tapping one hand on his leg in a rhythm, like he often does when he’s nervous or distracted or just needs to burn some energy.

“Where’s Xander?” I ask him.

“I don’t knowww,” Jameson slurs, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again, “but I know where you are!”

I smile softly, folding my arms and leaning on the wall behind me, “and where am I?”

His eyelids fall down and then pry open slowly before he slumps down against the wall, hitting the concrete with a thump. That’s going to be a painful bruise tomorrow.

“You are here, with me,” he laughs, “and I’m really happy you’re here with me.”

“You are?” I ask, my eyebrows flying up, caught off guard at the comment

“Yep, can I tell you a secret?” he asks me, his green eyes sparkling as my stares up at me, clinging to my forearm.

“What’s your secret?” I whisper.

“You have to come down here to hear it,” Jameson giggles, tugging twice on my arm. I oblige and sit down next to him, my back against the wall. He takes my face between his hands and I’m taken by surprise. He’s so gentle and soft. My brain is telling me to pull away but our eyes connect and my brain doesn’t seem to work much after that. I’m staring into pools of lush green emeralds, hypnotising me from any logic I may have had. All I can hear is my heart is thumping loudly in my ears.

“What’s your secret?” I whisper, our faces inches apart, almost touching but not quite there.

“You are my favourite person,” he murmurs, “ever!”

His hands no longer cup my face and instead the tip of his finger is booping my nose. I scrunch up my face and try not to laughs. This was probably the most drunk if ever seen Jameson.

“Really?” I ask him.

“Yep,” he nods.

I can’t believe what he’s saying. I can’t let myself, it would be too cruel. He’s drunk. So very drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He won’t remember a word of it and he probably doesn’t mean it. But he possibly does. Hope blossoms in my chest and it feels so much better than the doubt. My heart is still racing, my cheeks from heating up. Thank god he won’t remember.

“Well that’s nice to know,” I say, “you want to know my secret?”

“Yeah!” he says, like an excitable puppy, practically jumping up and down in anticipation. It’s adorable. But I can’t afford to think that.

“You’re my favourite person as well,” I tell him quietly.

“Really?” he makes her, tipping his head to the side.

“Yuh-huh,” I say.

“That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” he muses, “like a kitten.”

I can’t help myself as I let out a giggle. Drunk Jameson is completely random, spouting absolute nonsense but I love it. I love him. But I can’t love him because he’s just a friend. My smile fades slowly and I sigh silently staring up at the stars in the night sky. Maybe in another life, some other universe we’re written in the stars but in this one… no.

“Don’t stop,” Jameson says suddenly.

I stare at him, confusion painted across my features, “Don’t stop what?”

“Smiling,” he replies, “you’re so pretty when you smile…I mean you’re pretty anyway,” he rambled on, “but that smile…” he sighs as he trails off.

“You’re definitely drunk,” I scoff, getting to my feet.

He quickly scrambles up after me, grabbing my arms so I’m staring right at him, “this is the most sober I’ve felt all night.”

“After four bottles?” I chuckle, “yeah right.”

“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are,” he asks suddenly.

“What?” I ask, getting whiplash from the turn of conversation.

“Your eyes…” he murmurs, his finger grazing my jawline.

“Jameson stop this,” I say, pushing him away despite wanting nothing more than his fingers on my skin, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I can’t afford to have my heart broken again. I can’t take it. I won’t let myself fall. I replay those sentences in my head over and over, sounding like a mad woman but not caring for a second because I’m too stubborn to let myself go through the pain again.

“I think I do,” he replies, “I could talk about you for hours.”

I have to keep reminding myself he’s drunk. No matter how hard I want to believe that this is real, I know better than to be fooled. Things like this only happen in fiction, not in the real world. Never lose your heart to a Hawthorne, the words are etched into my brain and yet somehow I’m managing to ignore their overbearing call.

“That’s very sweet but you should probably go home and get some rest,” I say, wishing I didn’t have to take responsibility, wishing I was more reckless and selfish so that I’d just take this as my opportunity. But I’m not like that.

“Come with me,” Jameson shouts, a clear desperation in his voice, despite the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere and didn’t plan to. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

I shake my head, “no Jamie, not today.”

“But I’ll miss you,” he pouts, his hands travelling down my body and stopping at my waist, “and then I’ll get sad.”

I bite back the shiver that is begging to run through me. We’re so close. Butterflies dance around in my stomach, almost as chaotically as Nash when he does his cowboy routine to Taylor Swift. My rational mind is telling me to break free from his grasp but I feel so nice, it feels too natural that I stay.

“You’ll manage,” I tell him quietly.

“I don’t think I will,” he says. I can feel his thumb rubbing circles on the small of my back, “when I’m without you I’m so…” he struggling to find the right word, “down. Nash keeps telling me I should just tell you how I feel but what does he want me to do? Tell you that when you’re not around everything that’s meant to be colourful looks grey or that I spend most of my time thinking about the way your hair curls in the rain or the way I’ve noticed that you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re nervous. Or the dreams I’ve had about you dancing in my arms, your voice calling me yours and the sunset beaches we lay on whole we talk about everything.”

“Jameson…” I whisper, reaching out and touching his cheek tentatively.

“I love you Y/N L/N,” Jameson tells me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“You’ve had a lot to drink,” I reply sharply, shaking myself from his gasp. I’m suddenly cold without his warm hands situated on my waist, but I refuse to shiver.

“No! Listen to me! It’s always been you, I truly think it has been,” he says, so convincingly I almost believe him, “from the day we first met there’s always been something there. I felt it and I know you did too,” his voice, so determined, so passionate, “there was no way you couldn’t have. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you all of this but it’s only taken me this long to express it because I’m too much of a coward to try when I’m sober,” he admits, honesty in his shining green eyes, “but I know what I’m saying, I know what I’m doing and I’m so crazy on this high of love that I don’t think the alcohol is even working anymore.”

“I want to believe you, really Jamie, I do,” I murmur, “you don’t know how badly I want this but…” I trail off, unable to finish what my brain wants me to say, getting distracted by the way he’s looking at me.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks me softly, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips.

“Jameson-“

“Your lips look so beautiful,” he says, “Can I kiss you?”

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Can you do a headcannon where noah and reader are just friends but they both have feelings for each other and they don't know how to tell each other and there really bad sexuall tension between the two of them???

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"Son of a bitch," you muttered while trying to hang up a shirt on the tallest point of the merch wall.

Noah and Steven were helping you set up the merch table before the show tonight and Noah couldn't help but watch you with a gleam in his eye.

"Need help, Y/N?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"I've got it, thanks," you said, still struggling.

Noah shrugged. "Fine by me. I've got a perfect view from down here."

With your position on the ladder, both of the guys did have the perfect view of your ass in your tight jeans so you gave a little extra wiggle of your ass.

"Too bad you can't touch it," you teased after finally getting the shirt hung up.

Back safely on the floor, you patted Noah's chest as Steven watched the two of you.

It had been like this for months, ever since you joined the Bad Omens team as their merch girl.

You and Noah had feelings for each other, everyone could see it.

But neither of you would act on it because you wanted to remain professional.

Plus the flirting was fun.

Later that night, after the show, Noah was there again helping you tear down the booth.

"Do you know how many times I got hit on tonight?" You asked.

Noah shrugged while folding up the shirts.

"Every single guy had some comment about how my ass looks or how I'm too hot to be a merch girl. Some guy even asked for my number in front of his girlfriend," you shook your head in disbelief.

"I don't know why they even think they have a chance," Noah snorted before taking a step toward you.

Your ass it the table behind you and you gazed up at him. "Yeah, you think so?"

Noah licked his lips, boxing you in against the table with both of his arms on either side of you.

"I know so, angel."

Your stomach flipped at his nick name for you.

"Why? Because you think you have a chance with me?" You shot back with a teasing smirk.

He breathed in your scent, burring his face in the crook of your neck. "Admit it, you want me."

You let out a breathy moan when you felt his warmth breath on your neck and your fingers played with the ends of his hair.

"Not even in my dreams," you playfully pushed him away with a wink.

You spent the rest of the time packing up the merch table with Noah, talking and joking around with each other. But never admitting your feelings for each other.

Deep down, you both were afraid of ruining your friendship.

But off to the side, Jolly and Matt watched the two of you and shared a knowing look.

Matt pinched his eyes shut when he noticed Noah watching your ass when you bent down to pick something up. "They're the only two who can't feel the sexual tension between them."

Jolly laughed in agreement. "Maybe we should set them up to share a room at the hotel tonight. Finally, get them past this phase of just pretending."

Matt's face broke out in a wide grin and he pulled out his phone.

"Matt, I was joking," Jolly said while following Matt, hoping to stop whatever wicked plan he had in mind.

[itsplumwriter]

Sleepless Night

POV: Bucky can't sleep, and it's because he can't stop thinking about you.

A/N: Okay so this was super fluffy and I loved writing it :') it’s a little angsty too because Bucky is so terrified of admitting that he likes you and it makes him go to war with himself.

hope u like! i love u dolls!!

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Bucky settles onto the hardwood floor. It only takes him a moment to adjust his sheet before he lays flat, taking in deep breaths.

There has always been a layer of anxiety for him when it comes to sleep. He’d already taken all the preliminary measures to set him up for success. Warm shower, deep breathing, drank his nightly warm cup of tea. But he was still nervous it was going to be a rough night.

Since his days with Hydra, Bucky has always had a love-hate relationship with sleep. If he achieved it, it granted him either blank nothingness or horrific nightmares. There was no real incentive for him exactly.

Bucky closes his eyes, attempting to relax his mind.

He had a particularly gruesome day today. A mission that almost went sideways. If it wasn’t for your help back there they would have gotten fried. Sam and him were a good team, but if it wasn’t for you... the fact was you were better at them at seeing blind spots.

Bucky opens his eyes.

Crap, he’s supposed to be relaxing his mind, not thinking about you. Maybe he should just jump right into counting backwards.

He starts in his head. “100, 99, 98, 97...”

The counting reminds him of the clock you used on mission. It was your idea to time exactly when the enemies were exiting the camp. You stopped several threats before it even started because of this technique. It was really smart and saved their behinds from several obstacles.

He should really do something nice for you. Maybe he’ll get you that dessert from that shop near the Shield office you keep talking about.

Ugh, he did it again. He keeps getting distracted. He shifts to his side.

Maybe he should try deep breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, but his mind starts to wander.

Bucky remembers something funny you said. He couldn’t remember exactly what, but it was funny how you said it. Something about Sam acting like a baby once the gunfire started. He chuckles audibly and then tightens his lips.

Bucky sits up, his heart starting to race.

What was going on with him?? Why was he so distracted? And all his thoughts seem to be spiraling always to you.

Yes, he always sort of liked you. But he thought he boxed you away as 'just a co-worker' and nothing more long ago. Apparently not.

He tries to redirect his anger towards you. How could you have infiltrated his mind like this? Why did you do this to him? But then his resentment gives way to guilt. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help the fact you were so kind, so smart, so sweet. How could you not leave an impact on his mind?

He found himself longing for you. He hated to admit it, but a part of him, the part that was not scared out of his mind about having a crush on you, kind of liked it. He liked thinking about you. It even gave him hope.

A part of him wishes you were with him always, not just on mission but especially right now. He’s almost sure you'd make a good wife. You could comfort him when he had nightmares. He wanted to be there for you too. He imagines holding you after a bad dream; it'd be nice to comfort someone else for a change. He imagines what it might feel like to have you curled up against his back or resting on his chest.

That’s it. He gets up, abandoning his spot on the floor. He starts to pace around the living room, his heavy steps stomping around the quiet room. What did he think these thoughts were going to result in anyway? It's not like he had a chance with you. He was a killer. Nothing could change that.

He gravitates towards his running shoes. He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight, that's for sure. Maybe he could outrun his thoughts.

He laced up his shoes, threw on his joggers and sprinted out into the night.

The cool mist hits his face as he races down the empty street. He tried to only think of running, but the more he tried to not think about you, the more he ended up thinking about you.

He slowed to a stop, almost in tears, doubling over to catch his breath.

"Fine! I have a crush, alright??" he blurts into the night.

As soon as he catches his breath, he runs home, pulling out his journal and jotting down all his thoughts.

I think about her more than I think about myself, alright!!

I worry about her so much whenever she's out of my sight.

She's smart. She's funny. She's kind. I wouldn't change a thing about her. God made her perfect for me.

I can’t stop wondering if she feels the same way about me. I don't deserve her. I know it. But I’d do anything for her.

She can have my heart. She can have everything.

He drops the pen. He feels wounded. Like his chest just ripped open.

He finally admitted it. And that made it real. It meant he wanted you. Needed you. He lays back down on the hardwood floor, covered in a layer of sweat.

Worry clouds his mind as he draws the covers over himself. Did he just ruin his relationship with you? Could he ever look you in the eye the same after admitting his interest in you to himself?

But then the thoughts grow quieter...

He’s almost in tears because a calm comes over him. Not fighting the thought of you allows him to fall into the deepest sleep he’s ever had since before he was the Winter Soldier. And even though he knows that when he awakes he'll want you and he isn't worthy, he will do everything he can to work towards being the man you deserve.

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[fadedtoneverland]

hello dear author, I could request a Hyunjin x male!reader who is a member of nct, reader is the brother of another famous idol and he often dresses in long dresses or long skirts, I hope I'm not asking too much of you, take care of yourself

“my muse”

❤︎ synopsis — as an artistic man, hyunjin is drawn towards someone who embodies art in his own way

pairing: idol!hyunjin x idol!male!reader

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first stray kids request! hyunjin is literally the most beautiful man i’ve ever laid my eyes on, and i adore him, so im glad he’s the first member from skz i get to write for !!

cw: none.

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i’d like to believe hyunjin likes to observe people on a deeper level

it’s just how he is. hyunjin is an artistic man. he sees the world beyond what the naked eye presents him, and that shows in how he treats and greets people

it’s a habit he’s had. he’ll meet someone, have a few nice conversations, and then he’ll go about thinking about their style, mannerisms and energy

he’s done it a lot in the kpop industry, being able to clock someone’s insecurities and thoughts just from a look alone

hyunjin never really questioned why he does it, in fact he himself is sometimes weirded out by his random hyper analytical behavior. but it allows himself to give a deeper insight on the people he surrounds himself with

so when sm entertainment announced a new member of nct dream, he was naturally curious.

nct was already known for their bold concept of many members, all split into different sub-units. hyunjin had personally met a few of the dreamies before

that’s when he saw you

hyunjin was immediately captured by your striking appearance. when you made your stage debut, you were draped in the most gorgeous silks and fabrics, accompanied with sparkling diamonds that made you stand out. like a prince

maybe it was the skirt, or maybe it was the flashy stage presence, but hyunjin has never encountered someone so… bold. so confident to dominate the stage with such ease, like you were made for it.

later on, hyunjin learned from jisung that you were the brother of famous tvxq member, kim jaejoong. hyunjin could see the resemblance. you definitely had his eyes… and his attitude.

it explained a lot, actually

hyunjin definitely wanted to get to know you more

and fate seemed to be on his side as he ran into you during an after party of the

the party was filled with all sorts of people tonight.

stray kids had a particularly good evening, having won a couple awards from the MAMA show this year, all thanks to their hard work and talent. as expected, the kpop sensation was invited to attend the after party at a private venue, hosted by a couple of the TV hosts themselves.

hyunjin was off to do his own thing, having separated himself from the group to get swept away in the fun party. pretty faces and model bodies were everywhere. hyunjin has seen them all, even recognized a few faces. it was expected to see many people like that, he worked in the idol industry after all.

beauty was key in a world like this

the black haired idol found himself leaning against one of the party tables, a glass of champagne cupped in his long fingers. he took a sip of the sugary liquor while scanning the crowd. the crowd was filled with all sort so celebrities, having the same shallow conversations. he’d catch sight of young women acting too humble for the sake of the camera, men too ashamed of their tan skin, so they hide it behind pale makeup, and the starry eyes of children who have yet to discover the darkness behind the industry.

it was all the same. nothing interesting caught his eyes. but then again, there’s almost no room for individuality when the standard is to just be an obedient, purse pup. almost everyone was in this room was just a pretty show dog, doing the ringmaster’s commands and tricks without question.

hyunjin sighed.

he was thinking too pessimistically for an event that’s supposed to be fun and exciting.

taking another quick swig of his golden alcohol, hyunjin set the glass down, deciding he’s had enough for tonight. as he looked around the crowd, he caught sight from the corner of his eye approaching him, and leaning against the party table next to him. neither of them made eye contact, but acknowledged one another silently.

“it’s rather lovely tonight, isn’t it?” your voice sounded on hyunjin’s right side. of course, pretty porcelain doll from nct dream had to greet him personally. not that hyunjin was offended by your presence, he was just.. taken aback.

“of course,” hyunjin agreed, not tearing his eyes away from the party crowd, “the venue is just lovely.”

“agreed.” you smiled. hyunjin took this opportunity to look at your face. god, even your smile was as perfect as your entire being.

everything about your demeanor was different. it was loud and proud, not afraid to show the world what you were made of. dressed in a clad, wine red dress shirt, accompanied with a matching maxi skirt, you stood out amongst the crowd of mannequins.

that alone intimidated hyunjin. he wasn’t used to such bravery in a dog-eat-dog world.

“congratulations on your win, by the way,” you said while clasping your hands together politely, offering your congratulations to your senior. “stray kids really knows how to steal the stage. i especially enjoyed the performance of thunderous.”

your voice was polite, but there was a hint of playfulness in those bright eyes. hyunjin took a moment to compose himself, before putting on his most charming smirk.

“thank you, y/n.” hyunjin thanked while bowing, showing the mutual respect he held for you. “but i can’t have you being flattering without your own achievements being acknowledged. seriously, your voice absolutely took me away. and your style? nothing like the industry has seen before. you’re pushing new boundaries for the fashion in kpop.”

hyunjin’s always meticulous with the compliments he gives, because it shows he cares. but he also just wanted to praise your expression of art through your style and attitude. it’s not everyday he gets to meet someone unique like this, and it seems the compliment he gave you earned a cute giggle from your pretty red lips.

adorable.

“you’re charming, hyunjin.” you said while covering your lips with your palm, pulling it away and letting your hand fall to your side.

“i get that a lot.” the idol said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“as you should,” you replied, a smirk making it’s way to your lips. “you’re seriously like a real life prince.”

hyunjin laughed. genuinely. not one of those quick, brief laughs he usually did to amuse people.

.. since when did he get so flirty and comfortable with an idol he just met?

the conversation flowed well. hyunjin really found a spark of chemistry between him and you. not only were you bold, but also engaging. the way you speak so beautifully and thoughtfully, it just drew hyunjin in further.

like a fly buzzing into a dazzling light.

“we should do this again, hyunjin.” you say with a smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling with the action.

“i quite enjoy your company.”

hyunjin smiles at this, leaning back against the table.

“what, like a date?” he teased.

you scoff and wave your hand at him. “if that’s what you want to call it.”

the space between you both is filled with giggles. as your laughter died down, you caught sight of jaemin flagging you over to the exit of the after party venue.

sighing solemnly, you give hyunjin one last smile, before turning around. “i’ll catch you later, hwang.”

hyunjin watched with curious eyes as you left, your skirt flowing with every step you took.

‘this boy is gonna kill me.’ hyunjin thought to himself.

he watched as you stepped out of the venue with the rest of the dreamies. you truly were a work of art, and hyunjin definitely believes there’s more he can add to the canvas. you’re beautiful just as you are, but with a splash of color, maybe he can just turn you into one of the most beautiful things the world has ever seen, and make them all fall in love with you all over again.

just as your brother did before.

his muse. his pretty little muse, that he’s just so intent on learning more about, and he won’t stop with just that amazing conversation you just had.

he’ll find you again.

hyunjin smiled. it was a smile of brilliance.

“i’ll catch you later, kim.”

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What’s Best For You | Adam Fantilli

summary: with the draft hanging over Adam’s head and the view of you getting on with another man brings the end of your relationship, but what happens when you two see each other again?

request: yes/no

warnings: none

prompt: “if you leave don’t come back.”

word count: 2.21k

authors note: I wasn’t planning on writing this one but Adam got the hatty yesterday and I figured we should celebrate him. This isn’t like my normal writing as I got the whole idea for the prompt at like 2 in the morning and just went with it. If you want to see more from the 500 celly you can do so here!

The topic of the draft hung over you both like a bad smell that you couldn’t shake.

Each time one of you brought it up the other would change the subject usually muttering on about how “fate would take its course” or “it’s out of our control so let’s not worry.” But tonight Adam seemed like he was on a mission.

You two had left a party early after Adam saw JJ flirting with you. Now the Fantilli boy wasn’t jealous, he knew you would never cross that line with another man because you loved Adam.

But there was something about that image that he couldn’t stop thinking about. From the way the blonde laughed at your jokes or how your eyes lit up when you saw him.

At first Adam thought you were just friends who had a few classes together, yet that was exactly how you met Adam.

And after nights of staying up wondering what he was meant to do about leaving you, it seemed that tonight he finally had his answer “why are you saying this?” You asked pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

Adam had tried to explain it to you for the fifth time but you still refused to hear his message “I can’t love you the way some guys here can if I’m on the west coast.” Adam sighed as he was predicted to go second to the Ducks all the way in Anaheim.

Whilst the boy loved you with all of his heart, to the point where you were the only thing his mind thought of when he woke up and when he went to sleep. Adam came to the conclusion that evening, that it wasn’t fair to expect you to do that long distance relationship.

Tears formed in your eyes “that’s meant to be something I decide, not you Adam!” Your voice broke as you finally realised what was going on here.

Adam was about to break up with you.

It felt like a slap in the face, the man you loved more than you ever thought you could love anyone was telling you that the last six months was all for nothing.

As much as he wanted to hug you and kiss those tears away the hockey player knew that he couldn’t, instead he had to watch them roll down your cheeks “I should go y/n.” Adam’s words had your feet dragging your body towards him.

There was no baby, darling, love, princess that fell from his lips. No, now you were simply just y/n the name you had your entire life now felt bland and boring.

You shook your head “tell me you love me.” You mumbled feeling the sadness replaced by this sense of hurt “tell me that this is all just a dream and that when I wake up you’ll be by my side.” As sobs got stuck in your throat you cut yourself off “I can’t lose you Adam.” You cried finally letting go as his silence seemed to serve as the stark reminder of the reality that was hitting you with the same strength as the cold Michigan winter air when you walk outside in the morning.

The boy shook his head “it’s for the best,” he repeated cupping your cheeks with his hands as he titled your head up so that he could kiss your forehead.

A tear from his eyes landed on your hair soaking the soft strands as his hands dropped to his sides “goodbye sweets,” Adam forced the words from his lips digging his nails into his palms as he stared at you for one final time.

Acting like he didn’t have your face memorised, each scar, each spot, each dimple, he could pinpoint them all. But this time he just wanted to see you, even if it had to be with tears streaming down your face.

As you watched Adam turn around and head back to your dorm door, the pain you were feeling morphed into anger. You were angry at how easily he was willing to give up on you two without giving you a proper reason why, how he made you feel like the only girl in the world to only go and pull the plug on it all when you least expected it. What pissed you off the most was that he had all of these opportunities to break up with you and decided that the last party of the school year was the best option “if you leave now, you better not come back.” The warning in your tone came through as Adam stopped in his tracks.

Not a single coherent thought went through his brain as all he wanted to do was turn around and kiss you whilst he told you just how stupid he was. But instead Adam simply shook his head before he walked out of your room leaving you confused, drunk and upset.

That was two months ago and Adam wanted to call you every minute of every day but he didn’t. Every time he did something he only wanted to tell you about it, but he couldn’t.

Not even you were posting things from your families lake house with none other that JJ McCarthy.

Adam knew that your lake houses were at the same lake literally two minutes away from each other because the day you learnt about it you went and told Adam all about it.

A giggle left your lips as JJ placed his hand on your shoulder “I’ve got to get to practice,” he groaned seeing the clock on the dining hall wall.

You nodded sending him a smile “I’ll see you later J,” you waved watching him nod “bye y/n.” JJ sent you a salute before he walked off.

Adam was quick to walk over to you when he realised you were now alone “what was all that about baby?” He asked leaning down to peck your lips.

Again Adam wasn’t jealous, he felt like you could be friends with anyone that your heart could dream of. But the way JJ looked at you was what made his skin crawl “JJ lives down the road from the lake house in the summer!” You explained locking your hand with his as you began walking back the boys table.

“Funny that right?” You added totally unaware of how Adam was.

To him it had to take an idiot to see that JJ liked you, and part of Adam couldn’t even blame JJ for it, you were a total catch that any guy would be lucky to get.

You stared at the picture of Adam and Luca in their suits that the older Fantilli had uploaded to his close friends story “look we don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.” JJ sighed seeing you frown.

The draft was one thing you always watched with your grandad who now wasn’t here, so as much as you didn’t want to see Adam you weren’t doing this for him “no I’m good.” You forced a smile onto your lips.

JJ decided to not question you further as he let the volume of the tv go louder as you two watched the third pick. The boy suggested that you only started watching then to avoid seeing Adam “the Columbus Blue Jackets are proud to announce from the University of Michigan Adam Fantilli!” Your eyes went wide seeing your ex get up “what about Anaheim?” You croaked feeling yourself grow sick.

Before the boy had the chance to check on you your body pushed off the couch as you ran to the bathroom.

It had been over eight months since you had been into the Yost and the place you grew to love in your freshman year now felt foreign “if you want to leave let me know.” You felt guilty with how good JJ had been to you since the school year started.

The boy had been good to you as he always made sure you were okay. Whether it was being your company at a party or simply just checking in on you, JJ had grown to hold a special place in your heart but that didn’t make you feel any sense of comfort.

Truth was that you longed for Adam, your roommate had to go as far as delete Adam’s number from your phone after you tried calling him drunk one evening.

You sent JJ a nod as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders giving you a comforting squeeze “he isn’t here anyways.” You pointed out assuming that Adam was with his team celebrating the win against the Redwings in Detroit.

But of course the universe had to prove you wrong as the jumbotron picked up your conversation with JJ flashing your faces on the big screen. You let out a laugh pointing at it “you okay Adam?” Julia asked her son seeing the frown on his face.

Adam nodded forcing a smile on his face “she looks happy,” he shrugged trying to ignore the painful feeling that shot through his chest.

The games end came fast as the wolverines shut out Minnesota. You wanted to drag JJ out of there as you heard the rumours that Adam was there but the football star seemed to have other plans as he forced the excuse that Dylan had something for the boy.

You practically hid behind him as you didn’t know what you were going to do if you saw Adam, your brain couldn’t decide if you preferred the idea of hugging him or cursing him for putting you through the pain that he had done so.

But before you could think about it any further JJ dropped a bombshell on you “I’m going to give you guys a moment.” He mumbled moving to the side so you could lock eyes with Adam and Luca who seemed to be having a similar conversation.

Before you knew it Adam was awkwardly stood in front of you “hey,” you mumbled shoving your hands into the Michigan hoodie to hat was undeniably something you stole from Adam all those months ago.

The Fantilli boy just took the moment to stare at you and your feature as he took in how beautiful you looked “hi.” The hockey player smiled fiddling with the watch on his wrist.

It irritated you how Adam didn’t seem to feel the pain you felt, you had concealer caked beneath your eyes to avoid revealing your dark circles from that lack of sleep “how is your boyfriend?” That comment only aggravated you further as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“JJ is just my friend you dickhead.” You spat causing the boy’s eyes to go wide.

He had to say that he was surprised to hear that you were still single as that little part of him selfishly hoped that you were still in love with him “some of us find it harder to move on when we get dumped out of the blue than others.” You knew it was low but you sent the blow anyways as you had seen all of the rumours and all of the TikTok’s about Adam’s new lovers as he was seen as the dream boy of Columbus.

Adam let out a laugh causing you to cross your arms “this isn’t funny Adam.” You grumbled frowning as your now upset look was clearly highlighted.

Just like how he used to Adam cupped your cheeks forcing you to look at him “all those girls try and I can’t seem to shut up about you.” Adam’s confession had your eyebrows raising in surprise.

In all honesty you truly thought that he broke up with you so he could pursue other things when he left, or at least that was how you liked to think about it because it was easier to try to hate him for leaving you.

Your lips formed a pout “really?” It weirdly warmed your heart to hear that news. Adam nodded as he smiled “thought it was for the best ending it but the truth is I’m still crazy about you.” Adam mumbled tucking your hair behind your ear.

If anyone could see how you were feeling on the inside they’d call you pathetic as you were grinning from ear to ear “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.” Adam sighed wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into a hug.

You let his familiar cologne invade your nostrils as you melted into his arms “I just want you back.” Most people would have been ashamed to be that open with the guy that dumped them, but for you this was simply just what your heart needed to be brought to ease after all of those late nights crying yourself to sleep.

Adams hands went back to your chin tilting your head up to see his face eyes “you never lost me.” With those words he brought his lips down to yours.

As you felt your body grow warm at that familiar feeling of his lips on yours, you both knew that your were right back where you needed to be. With him in your arms and you in his even if it was under the lights of the Yost arena, you were both home.