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In The Shadows

Purge Alternate Universe

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Okayyyy I've been working on this for like a week and it's the longest I've ever written for one thing, I had a shoulder injury which is mostly healed up now during the week which hindered my progress a little because I originally really wanted this to get out nearer Halloween time, but oh well TT at least its here now right? Lmao, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I tried my best and lowkey kind of hate it, I wished I could've done more or something, but if you have any ideas around this for a possible part 2 let me knoww, although no promises ;) Consider this a massive thank you story, I now have over 100 followers and the likes and reblogs and comments, you guys, I'm crying, I love you all so much <333333 I love interacting with you guys and your comments on my stories or in my inbox <3333 you all make my day ilysm <3 :( AND IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT, they're kind of really mean so its more harsh yandere than the soft you all wanted :( I couldn't help myself its a purge AU TT, but I promise ill make something softer in the future <33 sorry this is so long omfg, but let me know your thoughts pretty please &lt;3 and if you actually read all of this ily

summary - Another purge night is here and you think your safe and sound, but let your guard down and you'll find yourself bound.

warnings - purge, mentions of 'off screen' murder, actual 'off screen' murder, kind of gore but reader doesn't see it, blood, rope, reader gets tied up, gags?, tape over readers mouth, they're actually kind of really mean lol, especially Geto, descriptions of panic, anxiety, overthinking, stalker situation kind of, swearing, crying, brief hair pulling, if there's any more let me know ml <3

genre - Oneshot

wc - 7.2k

~spelling and grammar fixed already~

Edit - the top photo 6/11/23

The tip tapping of fingers on keys echoed around the silent room. The occasional footfalls of people around her walking up and down. Picking up books to further aid their studying would slip past the music playing in her ears when they were loud enough.

Every time she would hear someone being a little too loud for the library they were in she would glance up and shoot a half-hearted glare their way.

They’d never see her but it was the thought that counted. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she brings a hand up to massage her cold fingertips into the throbbing skin at her temple. 

Nervous nibbling was occupying her teeth and lips, chewing away the flesh and creating tender spots her tongue would soon soothe. 

She’d been staring at the same empty document for two hours now. No more than two sentences she was able to come up with before she’d erase them in a fit of frustration.

Abandoned textbooks lay closed behind her laptop, she’d deemed them no use around thirty minutes in, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and search for better ones. 

She was antsy, not able to focus on her assignment due in a week's time. Her brain was all fogged up, too many thoughts going through her mind and yet she's not able to focus on a single one.

The purge was tonight. March 21st. And it was currently 1pm. 

Why did she even bother to come to the library in the first place? Was she hoping to distract herself even just a little bit before she had to hunker herself down in her dorm for twelve hours? 

Maybe. Yes.

Was it working? Absolutely not.

She was too skittish. Overthinking everything that had the potential of happening later and things that have previously happened. 

‘Someone's not going to come and try to kill me just because I forgot to return their pen that one time, right?’ 

The amusing, albeit a little dark, thought did make the corner of her lips twitch just the smallest amount. 

Taking off her headphones after stopping her music, she closes down her laptop and starts to move it into her bag. 

She spares a quick glance around the few tables next to hers as she stands with the library's books in her arms. Her eyes locked with a man sitting roughly two tables down. Slumped back in his seat.

Gojo Satoru. Bright white and fluffy hair paired with a set of dazzling blue eyes. The ones currently peeking over the tops of his round shades that had slid down his nose as he tucked his head down slightly. 

Sitting in front of him and abstracting her view of Gojo only slightly is who she assumed was Geto Suguru. Two peas in a pod and never seen without the other. The long black and silky strands of hair tied up in a half up bun was a giveaway to who he was as well.

Both of them were originally from Tokyo, Japan. Coming over to America over five years ago. Or at least that's what she’s heard from around the place, not knowing them personally. They were the most popular boys in school when she had joined a little over a year ago and they still held the title strong.

She doesn’t think she's ever really interacted with them. At Least not on any kind of personal level. Sure, maybe from a few friends of friends or passing each other in the hallway and being polite to her upperclassmen, but nothing all that memorable. 

Which is why this prolonged eye contact is sending a very noticeable shiver down her spine. The smallest twitch of a smirk on his face and she was breaking eye contact, gulping down the pooled saliva in her mouth as she turned around and hastily made her way in between the towering bookshelves.

Leaving the library after stacking the books she’d previously taken back on the shelves, she hastily makes her way down the long corridors. Keeping her head down, her hands clutched tight on the strap of her bag. She passes very few people in the hallway.

Even after pushing through the doors and trekking her way to the dorms at the end of the path, there were very few people loitering around outside. Some of the people she passed looked like they could be stoned, not that she could really blame them. Some looked a little too relaxed and happy and some were just trying to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Like her.

As the doors came into view, and then the stairs, she slowly began to relax, her fast pace lessening up. Successfully getting to the safest place she could for when the purge would start. 

It was also a massive relief that her two good friends would be staying with her during the twelve hours of horror. Last time she was by herself there had been multiple scares throughout the night. Nothing too big but something she didn’t think she could handle alone again. 

Reaching her door on the third floor she fiddles with her keys for a few seconds before her door clicks open and she pushes her way inside. Closing the door and locking it again for good measure. 

It was 1:43 pm.

A few minutes after she had arrived back at her dorm did she realize she still needed to pick up some food items. Being a broke student meant she had essentially nothing in her cupboards or her fridge. And if she was ‘hosting for the purge’ this year, it meant she had to stock up at least a little bit. 

‘Imagine trying to hide from a killer and your stomach growls, I think I would just die on the spot.’ She thinks, the smallest smile gracing her face. Humour is usually her way to cope in situations like these. It’s either that or panicking and she’d rather try to save that for the main event.

With a heavy sigh and hesitation weighing her limbs down, she slowly puts her shoes and jacket back on. She can make this quick. In and out. Easy peasy. 

With a quick jump while shaking her limbs out to get rid of her last minute hesitation, she quickly opens her door and steps out before shutting it behind her. No going back now. Locking the door behind her, she starts making her way back down the stairs and out the doors, walking in the direction of the food store. 

Her nerves were still playing up though, eyes darting this way and that as if trying to find a reason for her to panic. ‘It’s okay, the purge hasn’t started yet, all those things are still illegal.’ Is what she keeps telling herself while taking a deep breath. But the fact they won’t be in a few hours was still cause for some panic. 

Arriving at the store, she wizzes around, collecting any good looking snack and throwing it in her basket before hastily paying and leaving. The heavy plastic carrier bag hanging from her fingers gave her reason to think she went a bit overboard. 

Her quickened steps and accelerated breathing were all she could hear for a while. Her walk back to her dorm was supposed to be a quiet one, less and less people were loitering around meaning less and less noises to distract her. 

Especially from the new set of footsteps that have appeared behind her.

As soon as her mind clocked the extra set of footsteps there, it went into overdrive. ‘Who is that? Are they following me? No, you're being delusional, they're just trying to get back home. But are they? They just appeared out of nowhere. Are they going to try and kidnap me? Rape me? Stuff me in a van? Drag me down a dark alleyway and murder me?’

Her mind was racing, steps quickening and breathing silenced under the new threat. ‘Oh god, what if they’re stalking me? Waiting until the purge starts to come and slaughter me? They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’

And then they were gone. 

It barely registered in her mind that the fast paced footsteps from behind her had vanished. A sharp breath escaped her before her head whipped around on a desperate whim. No one. Not a soul on the path behind her. 

Her shoulders sank with relief and a watery laugh broke free from her trembling lips. ‘I’m losing my mind.’ She thought. Even though that feeling in her gut had faded, it never fully disappeared. Her racing heart never slowed and neither did her footsteps. 

Y/n hurried back to her dorm, almost running through the doors and up the stairs to fumble with her keys and quickly burst in. Double checking she locked the door behind her, and then checking every other lock on her third story apartment. Only when she had made sure they were all secure could she finally relax. 

Her body shivering and hands shaking from the after effects of adrenaline. Her breathing is still a little shaky as she pulls a bunch of pillows and blankets into her tiny living room. Pushing her chair and sofa away to make more space as she lays everything out as neat as she could, making the floor a comfy space for her and her two friends to crash for the purge. 

She empties the snacks from out of the plastic bag and piles them in a nice little corner near the TV. A small stack of movies there for when they’re all waiting for the purge to start. Some cards in a pack were also placed there. 

The three of them are wanting to be as quiet as possible while the purge is going on. Everything locked, curtains drawn, lights off, TV with no volume and only subtitles, quiet games to play in case they got bored, etc. 

They weren’t taking any chances. It was doubtful anything would happen, since nothing really ever did in the dorms. No student here would go as far as murdering somebody, everyone mostly stayed inside, not wanting to risk anything. She only knew of a few people that have snuck out before to rob a few stores, or do some petty revenge like smashing someone's car without getting into trouble.

But overall, it was best to remain quiet. They didn’t want to get murdered because the TV was turned up too loudly and attracted some wrong attention. 

It was 5:15 pm.

This is the time her friends arrived. Knocking some made up code on the slab of wood before messaging just for good measure that it was really them outside. 

After unlocking the door and letting her two good friends inside her dorm she swiftly closes and locks it again. Relieved greetings transpire as well as nervous whispers about the purge and some small gossip of who they think would actually go out this year and who are likely to stay inside. 

The three of them start to make their way around her dorm, closing all the curtains and double checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Especially the balcony and front door. 

After they’ve secured the apartment, they turn off all the necessary lights, flicking on a few electrical lanterns and setting them up around the living room, but away from the windows. They’ve left one lantern in the bathroom and one in her bedroom, both turned off, just in case of emergencies.  

The three of them settle in a spread out pile on the blankets she put down in the living room. Some snacks are passed around already and a movie is slotted into the TV, playing as background noise mostly while they talk.

Erica, a sassy but kind of dumb girl, with choppy shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed a light green. She's donned in a crop top and sweatpants, comfy.

Don, a friendly giant, very kind in nature but also a little muscly. He has short black hair and a sculpted jawline. He also came in sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, also comfy.

Her two very good, and only, friends here. They’re in a few of her classes and all regularly hang out together. 

“So,” Erica begins after her mouthful of powdered donut. “Who do you think is going to actually purge tonight? Like, actually actually. My moneys on them two hotties in my class.” She finishes, wiggling her eyebrows..

Don hums around his half empty soda can. “Yeah, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”

Y/n pipes up, “Wait who?” sitting up against the sofa behind her, getting comfy like she's about to hear the gossip of a lifetime.

“Oh, Em, G! You haven’t heard of it? You’ve seriously been, like, living under a rock or something.” Erica says jokingly. Picking apart pieces of her donut and eating them. 

Don perks up too. “Really? You haven't?” Y/n shakes her head in denial as Don shrugs. “I get it, it’s mostly stayed in our class, hasn’t spread much further than that.” He says before crawling forward and rummaging around for more snacks.

“So get a load of this right!” Erica sits up too after finishing her donut. Waving her hands excitedly as she tells her latest gossip. “You know them two really hot upperclassmen right?” She draws out her ‘really’ and waits patiently at the end of her sentence for the other girl's confirmation. 

When she nods in slight confusion, Erica continues, “There were some major rumours in class that the two of them were late this one day because they were beating someone up. And I don't mean like a few slaps or hair pulling, I mean punches. You know?”

Y/n nods again, this time with furrowed brows and Erica continues, “At first, I didn’t believe it, obviously. But then, the two of them came into class and I swear there were blood stains on their clothes. Blood stains! Not to mention all the plasters and bandages all over their hands! I just had to believe it then! Wouldn’t you?”

After the end of her long rant she slumps back against the front of the sofa and mumbles incoherently to herself shaking her head while pouting.

Don, who had been listening silently, pipes up, “It was true, I was actually there for once.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raise in disbelief at what she had just heard. Fighting, here? She couldn’t help but to doubt it, if only just a little. Stuff like that has never happened here. Or at least while she had been here. It was just unheard of.

And for an attack so vicious to result in blood being drawn, then there must have been somewhat of a good reason for it. That was the conclusion she came to.

“I mean, there had to have been a good reason for it.” Y/n says, “They’re pretty nice people aren't they? It is Gojo and Geto were talking about here, right? They’re really popular here too.” Her eyes darted between her two friends, looking for more answers on this unexpected juicy gossip.

Erica sighs wistfully, “No, it got shut down pretty quick, which I guess is why so little people have heard about it. God, would I pay to see them fight though. Their muscles must have looked amazing.” 

They stop talking about it after that, Don getting distracted by the snacks and whining about how she didn’t get his favourite. Erica smacking him with a few pillows and complaining how he’s getting in the way of her movie she was barely even watching. 

Their playful banter did little to distract from her inner turmoil. A small shiver went down her spine again. The memory from earlier in the library resurfacing in her mind. Gojo staring her down, the creepy walk back from the shops and now learning the two had at the very least helped in injuring someone.

It could just be because it was purge day, but everything was beginning to creep her out and she was overthinking again. ‘What if he wants to attack me next? What if all of those things were connected and someone really was following me home? What if he wants to kill me? What if both of them want to kill me? Have I ever done anything to offend them? I haven’t, have I?’ She knew these were far fetched and ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of them anyway.

Her spiralling thoughts were halted when a stray pillow smacked her in the face. “Oops, haha, sorry.” Erica sheepishly apologized, bringing her hand up to smooth down Y/n’s ruffled hair. Don was laughing in the background.  

Y/n was stunned for a few seconds before replying, “Oh, don’t worry. How about we put something else on? This movie is kind of boring.” crawling across the piles of pillows and blankets to reach the stack of movies.

This caught the other two’s attention, eagerly rushing to the stack as well to try and get first pick. Arguing for a few more minutes before settling on a movie they all loved. Snuggling back into their original positions.

This was how the next few hours went before the announcement appeared.

It was 6:59 pm.

At exactly 7 on the dot, the TV went black before turning blue, the government announcing the commencement of the purge. Big bold letters and ‘Emergency Broadcast System’ and ‘This is not a test’ were displayed on the screen.

They were all quiet as it played out. The mood quickly turned sombre.

“Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.”

Don gulped.

“Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”

Erica huffed.

“Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.” 

Y/n shivered.

“Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am when The Purge concludes.”

She released a shaky breath. The announcement ends with “...A nation reborn.” before stopping. The screen turned black again.

No one moves or says anything. Each of them were frozen in an array of emotions. Fear being the most prominent. 

The silence stretched on for minutes. Eerie in its wake, not even being able to hear other people in their dorm rooms like she normally would.

Eventually, after releasing another shaky breath and rearranging herself with trembling limbs, they all snap back into the present. 

Don coughs and Erica shuffles awkwardly. 

“Cards, anyone?” Y/n meekly speaks up. The other two nod as they sit in a small circle. 

It was 7:36 pm.

This was when the first explosion of some kind was heard by them. Each of them froze in the middle of playing their mostly silent game of cards. The noise was distant, but the impact remained.

A scream from a few doors down echoed in the silent space.

They waited with baited breath for any follow up, but when nothing happened, they slowly relaxed. Each of them assumed it was the explosion that must have scared someone. Sometimes it’s better to think of the positive, rather than what that scream could have been for.

A few minutes later a siren bellows in the distance, a few car alarms wail.

Nothing too bad, but knowing that it could mean someone was being murdered out there didn’t give them any ease.

It was 8:02 pm. 

This is when the banging starts. Y/n thinks it could be a few doors down again. Erica thinks it’s below them and Don thinks it’s above them. 

Wherever it was, it was concerning. 

Erica releases a small nervous chuckle. “Maybe someone is just having a good time?” A fake smile plastered on her face to try and mask her worry. Even she didn’t believe her little theory. Not during a time like this, during The Purge.

It was a few minutes later, after they had quietly resumed their game, that footsteps were heard.

Clacking down the hallway. 

1, 2.

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

They were walking at a leisurely pace. Taking their time. Strolling down the hallway and getting closer and closer.

All three of them looked towards the door, as if someone were to burst in at any moment.

The footsteps slow before coming to a stop. Right outside her door.

The three of them hold their breath, bodies flinching when a light knock rings out into the open space.

Complete silence.

Another knock.

None of them had even noticed the earlier noises had stopped, too focused on the potential threat now right outside the door. Seemingly wanting someone to open up.

Three pairs of eyes dart between each other. Silent questions trying to push their way out without being heard. A few panicked half shrugs and furrowed brows with downturned lips later, another knock rings out.

This time it was a little louder.

Barely audible whisperings of ‘you go’, ‘no you’, ‘fuck no’, ‘who even is it?’ cut through the silence. No one wanted to ask the question. To even speak a hint of it lest it result in it coming true.

Eventually after a solid minute of panicked, almost silent, squabbling later. A frustrated and frightened Erica pushed herself up. Taking a very obvious deep breath. Eyes closed and silently mumbling to herself before taking a few steps over to the front door.

She tried to be as quiet as she could but each step sounded like it weighed a ton. Every creek and every wobble made to sound the loudest. 

Very quietly bracing her hands upon the door, she leant up on her tiptoes. Peeking into the peephole positioned in the centre of the door.

The two left in the pile of blankets still. Not wanting to even breathe in fear of disturbing whatever was happening in front of them.

A sudden screech of pure panic and fear tore from Erica’s throat. Flailing before landing with a harsh thud on the floor beneath her. Scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, keeping her eyes on the door the entire time.

The two startle and immediately jump up, laboured breathing hindering their lungs from the sudden scare.

“What the fuck? Erica what happened? What was that?” Don frantically whispered. His eyes were also locked on the door. 

Y/n also whispered to her, “Who was that? Erica?” her eyes locked onto her friend, not able to bring herself to look at the door yet.

“It was.. Oh god.. The peep..” Erica wheezed out. The fright took too much out of her with her frantic gasps for air.

A sudden bang echoed into the room. A few more followed before they all realized it was coming from the front door. 

Erica screeched and threw herself back into a standing position, rushing for the kitchen and grabbing any sharp knife her eyes first laid on.

Don stood frozen in fear. Not able to move or barely breathe from the looks of it.

Y/n wasn’t any better herself. Downright terrified. This was her dorm. Her dorm. Which means whoever was outside, was looking for her.

The banging persisted, the person on the other side seemingly determined to get in. This proved correct when the handle started turning whichever way it could. 

She didn’t even realize, terror clouding her senses because when she looked back to her two friends, Don had collapsed into himself, wheezing with little air entering his lungs amidst his panic. Erica was cornered in the kitchen, sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks and ruining her mascara she had in place.

The persistent banging stopped for a second. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps approached from the hallway outside. Muffled talking pursued but it was hard to make anything out, between her pounding heart, Erica’s sobs and the slab of wood in the way, didn’t make for easy hearing.

For Y/n, it seemed there was one second of complete silence. No sobbing, no voices, no distant alarms or explosions, no racing heart, no wheezing lungs. Before chaos sprung onto them.

Suddenly the people outside, because there was another person now, resumed banging on the door. But it didn’t seem like they were ‘just knocking’ anymore. No.

They were trying to break the door down. 

She could see it from the way the door groaned and creaked under the relentless kicking. She couldn't quite tell if they were using their feet, or an object, or whatever. 

All that mattered was that they were trying to get in. And they were going to succeed.

“Move! Hide! We need to hide!” She whisper-yelled. Rushing to Don and tugging on his arm to try and get him to move. He stared at her for a few seconds before his brain caught up, registering what was happening around him. The real danger he was in right now.

“Hide.. Oh god..” He panted, sprinting for the bathroom, the first place his eyes had landed on.

With Don now searching for a place to hide, she ran her way to Erica. Still trying to be as quiet as she could, in the little hopes that they would think she wasn’t here.

“Erica, we need to hide! They’re getting in!” She frantically whispered to her hyperventilating friend. Trying to shake her shoulders, even resorting to lightly slapping her face to try and get her attention. She was desperate.

“Please!” The sound of splintering caught both of their attention. Heads whipping towards the door starting to cave. She wasn’t all that surprised, that slab of wood was a shitty excuse for a door anyway.

Erica suddenly sprung up and dove for the piles of blankets in the living room. Trying to bury herself amongst them, taking the knife with her.

And now that all her friends had been taken care of, she ran for her bedroom. Trying her best not to stumble and fall in the dark hallway. 

As soon as her door came into sight, she gently opened it, gunning for her wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. Not even looking towards the turned off lantern, she didn’t need them knowing her hiding spot from something so obvious. 

It was already messy anyway, so in her frazzled brain she didn’t bother caring where she tossed piles of clothes and shoes in her room.. They’d hopefully think it was like that in the first place.

After quickly clearing a space big enough for her to curl into, she did just that. Situating herself just right, back pressed against the side of the wardrobe, knees tucked to her chest and pressed against the boxes in front of her. She was sitting on old shirts she hadn’t seen for months.

Hearing the door breaking even further, she grabbed any clothes within her reach and threw them over herself. Shutting the door when she was mostly covered, she could have sworn she could hear laughter coming from the hallway.

A loud crash and splintering tore through the air. She knew it was her front door. And now they were inside. 

Her hands slowly went up to cup around her mouth, trying to muffle her breathing as much as she could. Her body froze. Even when she already began to feel muscle cramps settling in, she dared not move. She forced herself to breathe slowly. Every inhale a struggle along with a reminder that she was still alive at this very moment. Even if she was convinced she wouldn’t be for much longer. 

The thought brought tears to her eyes. The original shock wears from her body and settles into something akin to despair. 

Her throat started clamping up, muscles seizing and throbbing with the need to cry. 

It was the thudding of footsteps that shook her out of it. Snapping her half way back into a nightmarish reality. 

She gulped. Closing her eyes and straining her ears for any information they were willing to receive.

Just as she thought. Two pairs of footsteps. 

With every thud of a shoe or a spike in their muffled talking, her body would tremble. 

It remained like this for a few more minutes. The footsteps or talking occasionally pausing. 

It was during one of these silences, where a different sound was heard. She couldn’t identify the exact sounds, just ones of commotion. They were still all muffled. And then she heard muffled yelling. 

It sounded so dulled, between the walls and layers of wood and clothes, she could barely make out anything, her ears straining for any hint as to what was happening. Being left in the dark like this, literally and figuratively, was terrifying her. 

And then this horrible, awful noise carried its way between the cracks in the wardrobe. Crunching. Cracking. Stomps. 

That muffled yelling from before kept getting cut off. Eventually dwindling down into a barely audible groan. Those thuds never seemed to stop either. Never ending, crunching, cracking, and now wet thuds. 

Her brain was trying its hardest to process, to catch up with the information that it has been provided with. 

More footsteps, only one pair, accompanied with muffled laughter. And a more distinct sound traveling through the air. 

A scream.

Even more laughter, hurried footsteps and pleas of ‘no’, ‘please’, ‘don’ts’. 

It was now, with the wet stomps still in the background, her screeching friend, that eager laugh, that her brain had finally caught up.

She was going to be sick.

They’re hurting them. Killing them.

Her friends.

Her body moved out of its own violation. Shaky hands and feet kicking and pushing their way out of the pile of clothes. Wardrobe door swinging open with a creak.

She collapsed out of it. Slumped on the floor, dry heaving. Her lungs not seeming to take enough air in but yet holding in too much. She couldn’t function. Fear overwhelmed every part of her. As well as grief. 

Her ears were ringing and she was left gasping, drool dripping onto the hard floor beneath her as a result of her attempted vomiting. Eyes wide open, blurry when she tapped back into her mind. 

Tears, clouding her vision and dripping audibly on the floorboards below her. 

In the distance she could hear muffled talking. Two men, she could make out more clearly. Not only that, but squelching, wet, gooey noises seemed to mingle in the air. Gurgling was the next before silence.

A minute passed, maybe two before the footsteps started up again. Those goddamn footsteps. 

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

But they were slower than before. Steady. Taking their time. 

And getting closer.

Her instincts kick in, blinking profusely to try and clear her eyes from the tears, looking up and darting around before landing on the space under her bed.

She wouldn’t have enough time to fix her spot back in the wardrobe. She couldn’t run past them, not even in her best state which she certainly wasn’t in right now. She had considered her bedroom window as an option, but it was locked, which would take time to open. Not even mentioning the fact she was on the third floor, so jumping out would break at least something important. They would be quick to notice as well, and if they came for her, it was likely they would decide to chase her down.

Under her bed seemed to be her best option at the moment, and she was running out of time. Scrambling as quietly as she could, she slid herself directly under her bed, trying to center herself in the middle of it, tucking herself into a tight ball.

The footsteps stopped right outside her bedroom door, she had enough sense to shut it on her way in, thank god. But that clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop them. 

Almost as if the person was teasing her, they slowly clicked the door open. The distinct creak she had grown accustomed to over the months making itself known. 

Her muscles are tense, tightening in the presence of her predators. 

In the dark space from under her bed and in her room, it was obvious when the light from inside the hallway started spilling in the more the door got pushed open. In the vague depths of her mind it registered that they must’ve either turned the hall lights on, had taken one of her lanterns,  or were carrying one of their own.

Her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her body running with the little air she was allowing them to have, all for the sake of trying to keep quiet.

It was all too silent once again, only for a second or two before the second pair of footsteps came towards her. A lot more hasty compared to the other ones. 

Her breath silently hitched, the new person pushed their way into the room, stepping past their company before a thunk was heard. The sound forced her body to startle, jolting her muscles and kick starting her trembling again. An uncontrollable reaction to the fear she was under, the unrelenting motions causing a deep ache in her ribs.

The sound of rustling was now heard. It seemed they were looking for something. ‘They’re going to kill me. They’re digging around for a weapon to stab me with, to bash my head in, to murder me like they did my friends. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead-’

Her racing thoughts consuming her fear riddled mind failed in picking up the sound of the other pair of footsteps slowly creeping round to the end of her bed. 

The person paused, silently crouching down low before a pair of hands reached under.

The sudden tight grip on her ankles followed up by the sudden pull had her screeching. Pure terror flooding her veins. She had been yanked out from under her bed, lying sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the towering man stationed above her. 

Her lungs burned, seizing up before a sickening scream escaped her. Fuelled by genuine, unrestrained horror. 

They had found her.

One of her lanterns they had brought in illuminated his face in a haunting light. The darkened shadows stretching and contorting behind him to create the most grim image for her mind to paint. Not that it was far off.

A foot standing on either side of her hips, straddling her if it wasn’t for his standing position. Hands nestled comfortably back in his trouser pockets now they had done the job of retrieving her. A comfortable looking long-sleeved shirt adorned his figure. Dark splatters starting from the bottom of his shoes and creeping their way up his legs, tapering off into a few spots that painted one of his cheeks.

An easy smile softly ingrained on his face, followed by gentle looking eyes peering down at her if it wasn’t for the malicious spiral she found herself paralyzed in. Dark locks of hair extended down his back, past where she could see from her position, with the top layers sectioned off and tied back into a bun.

His mouth opened and he spoke. “Well, well. Look what I’ve caught for us Satoru.”

Satoru. The other man must be Satoru Gojo, and this was Suguru. Suguru Geto. The most popular guys she knew, the supposedly kindest. And then staring in the library, the walk back from the shops, the gossip her most likely dead friend had told her.

Her body suddenly felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline. Pushing herself up as fast as she could, using the bed as support all the while stumbling over her numb riddled legs. She took off, running towards the open door she so desperately wanted to pass through. 

A sudden arm snatched her from around her waist and she screeched. Pure instinct driving her at this point as she scratched and kicked and flailed in his, Satoru Gojo’s, hold.

The sound of something dropping before his other arm came round, collecting both her wrists in one hand of his. His grip tightened the more she fought. Her body pressed tight against his, her back to his front. His head situated itself on her shoulder, tucking over and pressing his cheek to hers even while she cried and panted and kicked.

She could feel his grin pressing against the side of her face. “Such a pretty little thing we have here. Can’t let her get away so easily now, can we? Not after all the trouble we’ve gone through.” The last part practically whispered into her ear as she turned her face as far away as possible from him. 

A little laugh boasted out from Geto. “Of course not.” He strolled over to them, bending down to pick up what Gojo had dropped in order to restrain her.

Rope.

Fucking rope.

The moment her eyes zoned in and processed what Geto was unravelling in his hands she tried to fight back even harder. Eyes flooding with tears that spilled down her cheeks. Short mumblings of ‘no’ being repeated over and over while becoming louder until she was yelling. 

“Please don’t do this! Let me go! Please, please.. Stop!” She shrieked while sobbing, convinced they were going to kill her or torture her or something horrible like that.

Gojo walked the two of them to the edge of her bed before forcefully pushing her down, manhandling her onto her front and bending her arms to rest pressing against her back.  

She sobbed into her ruffled sheets as she felt Geto fastening the rope tight around her wrists, the rough material digging into and pinching the sensitive skin. Raw and red marks already forming amidst her struggle. 

Her legs still hung off the bed, trying their best to kick and hopefully injure one or both of them, but she knew it was a losing battle. None of her landing blows made them falter in any way.

When her wrists were successfully restrained Geto kept them pressed to the small of her back while Gojo let go and reached down to grab her ankles. Pulling them up and bending her legs at the knees while they both worked in finishing the task of tying her up.

When they finally stepped back to admire the work they’d successfully done, Y/n deflated. Tears soaking into her bed in which she rested on top of. Her lungs still burned, having never stopped. The hogtied position she had been forced into leaving her nothing to work with in terms of escaping. Not that she could think clearly anyway. The distress she was under proved too much.

“Oh, Shh Sh Sh… There, there, sweet thing. Settle down for us now. We aren’t going to kill you.” Cooed, who she could only guess right now was Gojo.

Geto reached forward from his position of kneeling on the bed, gentle soothing pets stroking her hair. Her sobbing tapering off into hiccupped breathing even while flinching with every touch. “There you go, good girl. See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He pulled away from her, stepping down off the bed and heading towards the previously discarded bag on the floor Y/n hadn’t noticed before..

Y/n slowly turned her head round, no longer pressed into her sheets. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen from all the crying she’d been doing. Little hiccups and groans left her while her lungs tried to recover. She’d given up struggling right now, it had done nothing but cause her pain as the rope dug and squeezed the skin of her wrists and ankles. 

Gojo piped up from behind her, only now feeling the heat from his legs pressing into hers causing her to flinch. “You know, this would’ve gone a whole lot easier if you had just let us in sweetheart.” She could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Look at where you are now, tied up all pretty for us. Ripe for the taking.” He pressed closer to her at that, voice practically dripping with need. 

She whined in fear and started squirming at his words. Panic flooding her senses again for just a second before a sharp tug to her hair had her yelping, halting her movements.

“I thought I told you to quit that.” Geto was back to kneeling on the bed in front of her, his hand gripping tight onto her hair, eyes narrowed. 

Her bottom lip trembled, breaths picking up with every second he glared down at her. 

“Don’t be so mean, Sugu.” Gojo said, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

Geto glanced back at him before humming and letting go of his harsh grip, her scalp burning in turn. “I suppose you’re right. She’ll have plenty of time to learn when we take her back home.”

Gojo hummed and she felt him leaning away from her, hearing him crouch down and fiddle with something from the bag as well. 

“Back home?..” She stuttered, voice hoarse and throat dry.

Geto looked back down at her, amusement painting his face. “Yes. Home.”

“Where..” She started, face formed in a twist of concern and confusion. “Please.. I.. Just let me go. I won’t- I won’t tell anyone, I’ll- I’ll leave you alone, I’ll do anything, please..” She gasped out, tears gathered freshly in her eyes again, voice cracking every few seconds. 

An amused eyebrow raised with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth was all she got as a response. 

Gojo had come back, reaching round and fastening a strip of duct tape around her mouth in a sudden flurry of movement. Giving her no time to process what he had done until after he had done it. 

She cried out, the sound muffled thanks to the tape, worried eyes darting around in panic as she tried squirming again for the third time. 

Gojo pressed up behind her once again. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet pea! You’re ours now. We’ve had you picked out for a long time now.” The joy in his voice didn’t fail to put her on edge, his words doing their part in helping the tears gathered in her waterline to finally spill down her cheeks. Wetting the tape situated over her lips.

“He’s right.” Geto replied. Bringing one of his hands up to show what he had collected from the bag a few moments ago. The mobile phone in his hands glowed brightly in the dark room, the lamp from before having been moved, the light now dim.

“We’ll bring you back with us soon enough, but we still have a few more hours to kill before that. And why waste them.” Gojo said, the grin in his voice unsettling her, keeping her frozen in fear.

An easy smile pulled at Geto’s cheeks at that, head tilting to the side to gaze down at their pretty prey. 

“Well what are you waiting for then, Satoru?”

A pause. Smile pulling into a predatory grin.

“Have at it.”

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never been one who cared about running late before, so why does he now?

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! none, fluff, early date scenario. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! these random writing ideas are haunting me istg! why is my brain suddenly trying to work again :< back w my baby <3

nagi seishiro has never unnecessarily ran for anything in his life

call him a slacker, lazy.. he never felt the need to exceed more energy than required — always looking for ways to get him out of everything that he found bothersome.

so why is he running now? casting glances at the screen of his phone between strides because he said he’d meet you at 1pm and he’s got 3 minutes but he’s 5 minutes away. he can remember the way your smile twitched at the sides and the little, subtle glow your eyes held when you asked if he’d like to visit a new cafe with you and he shrugged his shoulders with his ‘kay. hes thankful that the messy mop of snowy hair that falls over his features helped to hide the way the tips of his ears flushed that day.

but why’s he remembering that now? what a pain.

nagi huffs as he slows at the crossing, panting softly before he’s tapping his phone screen again. he’s almost there but he’s sweating hard.. he could really go a bath, maybe he would’ve worn something a little lighter than his usual oversized clothes if he knew he was going to be running through the streets.

the crossing turns green & nagi’s off again, another few blocks—a few heavy breathes and it’s like a relief when he’s turns the corner to see you’re still there. still waiting.

“nagi?” you question suddenly as his tall figure shuffles its way towards you, his hair is more disheveled than usual and you think it’s amusing how suddenly wobbly he looks—urging you to reach to steady him as he catches his breath.

“ah, sorry..” nagi’s words are breathless as he finds himself leaning his weight onto you, just enough for him to balance himself before he takes another deep breath. “i think i’m gonna die.”

although you’re still curious.. and concerned, he could’ve been running from some mob or wild animal for all you know. “are you okay, what the hell?”

“nah, i kinda fell asleep.” nagi manages and you really try to hold in the giggle you can feel bubble through your throat. but you still let a grin twitch at your lips as he gives you a sleepy look.

“you’re only 2 minutes late.”

“ehhhh, really? so bothersome.” that’s when you really laugh as you feel him drape more of his weight on top of you, self-consciously you think.. but maybe it’s because he can just pass off the pinker flush of his skin right now to exhaustion but also a little embarrassment.

“oh, uh. i brought you this.“ nagi speaks again after a few more moments, reaching in to rummage around in his hoodie pocket before he’s pulling out a crumbled little package and placing it softly into your palms.

“a vitamin jelly?” you ask earnestly and there’s something charming about the way he shrugs before sending you a starry-eyed look then suddenly looks away when you meet it with your own.

“uh.. yeah, i thought you’d be hungry i guess. the store was busy so it was a hassle.”

“are you hungry?” it’s an honest question and you can see nagi humming it over in his mind for a few moments before he’s shrugging again, “a little. i’m sweaty, wanna take another nap now.”

although you think he seems a little perkier now as you let yourself grab onto the hem of his sweatshirt, urging him to follow behind you as you send him a pretty smile from over your shoulder that makes him burn.

“it was probably all the running, big guy. let’s get you some food.”

“hey, i just didn’t wanna make you wait.”

nagi thinks it was worth it though because you’re beautiful when you’re caught somewhere between a smile and a laugh— still holding onto the vitamin jelly he brought you and everytime his hand brushes against yours he can feel the urge to intertwine it with his own.

“are you sure you weren’t just excited to see me?” that really gets to him because he swears the rate of his heartbeat spikes like he just ran around tokyo twice, it’s unfamiliar—he’s not used to stuff like this. how’s he supposed to act? what does this even mean?

“don’t tease me, ‘ts no fair. ‘m too sleepy to fight back now. wanna carry me?” nagi drawls out lazily and he’s a little surprised when you actually laugh. another brush of his hand against yours as you walk and he thinks that maybe he’ll let it linger with the next one.

“no, but i can buy you lunch.”

“hm, ‘kay.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[linos-luna]

Hii i love ur writing

can u do a Jeongin x fem reader where u think he’s a rlly innocent guy but as u get to know him you realize how he’s horny 24/7 and actually start to get worried about him lol

stay hydrated💗🥹

Hi!! Thank you. You’re too sweet! 🥺

This sounds good. Hope I don’t disappoint ☺️

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Sweet boy ❣️

Jeongin (IN) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut , perv Jeongin , implied masterbastion , oral(male receiving) , groping , fingering, unprotected sex ,

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You started dating this cute boy. He was adorable and seemingly innocent although there are some weird things you’ve been noticing. He’s pretty clingy and that’s okay but often times you find him staring at your chest or at your thighs. You’d be in public and he’d run his hand up your thigh but you never stopped him because you didn’t want to make a scene. He was so excited the first time you guys had sex and he was pretty rough, ever since then he’s been acting even more strange. Maybe you were just thinking too much into it.

It was around 1pm and you had invited your boyfriend and his friends over for lunch. Jeongin was already there since he had slept over and was in the kitchen with you as you were preparing the food.

You had your back turned to him as you were making some turkey avocado sandwiches and chatting about some family stuff. But Jeongin wasn’t really paying attention.

Jeongin was focused on your skirt, more specifically, your ass and hips. He loved how the skirt hugged your waist and wondered why you decided to wear this article of clothing. He felt like you were teasing him.

“Hey… baby?” You interrupted his thoughts and looked at him after noticing that he wasn’t responding. “Are you listening to me?”

“Oh sorry noona… I um…” Jeongin replied nervously, coming close to you. “I was just admiring how pretty you are today.”

“Oh thanks you.” You said, blushing lightly before turning back around to cut some lettuce.

“Its… a pretty skirt…” he said, sounding as if in a trance, now running his fingers along the material.

“Oh I got it last week at the mall” you replied nonchalantly before pausing as you felt his fingers touching the back of your thigh, slightly lifting the skirt.

“Hey Jeongin? What are you-?” You couldn’t even finish before he lifted your skirt and touched your panties.

“Hey!” You yelled, quickly turning around. “What the hell are you doing?! And in the kitchen?!”

“Sorry noona!” He replied quickly. “I-I couldn’t help it!”

Before you could say anything else, there was a knock at the door and you left the kitchen to answer it.

While you let in the guests, Jeongin stayed in the kitchen and noticed the bulge in his pants. He wanted you so bad right now, but his friends were over.

You soon came back in to grab the food and your boyfriend came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Noona…”

“What is it?” You replied, now blushing as you felt his bulge pressing against your ass.

“Noona… I need you…” he whined.

“Your friends are here!” You said in a loud whisper, looking at him like he’s crazy… well because he is.

“But noona-“

“No” you said shaking your head and picking up the plates with sandwiches. “I’ll help you out later.”

Jeongin sighed and followed you to the dining area where his friends, Felix and Seungmin were waiting.

“Sorry for the wait.”

“No it’s fine!” Felix said with a smile, grabbing his sandwich. The two were sitting on one side while you and your boyfriend sat on the other.

Seungmin was telling a story about meeting a girl the other day when you felt a hand squeezing your thigh. You looked at your boyfriend with a brow raised; he was biting his lip and looking down at his half eaten sandwich. It wasn’t until you looked at his other hand that you noticed him rubbing himself over his pants.

You couldn’t believe it! In front of his best friends?? Just sitting here at lunch? And why was he so rilled up? Just from looking at your skirt? He excused him, saying he had to go to the bathroom and you followed. He didn’t even close the door all the way before pulling his hard dick out and rubbing it.

“Jeongin!” You said, trying not to be too loud, closing the door behind you. “What is wrong with you?!”

He jumped at the sound of your voice and turned around, breathing heavily with dick in hand. “N-noona… I need you!”

You were shocked at the sight and didn’t know what to say.

“Please noona! Please! I need you!” He begged. “It hurts! Noona it hurts!!”

“Quiet down!” You were worried he was being too loud and tried hushing him.

“Noona please!”

“Okay okay!” You said frantically, lowering his pants and boxers down more before getting on your knees.

You first rubbed his throbbing cock with your hands then fully took it in your mouth.

As you sucked him off, Jeongin was gripping the sides of the sink, groaning with head thrown back, and eyes rolled back as well. You gave amazing head and he was already bucking his hips and whining. It wasn’t long before he hit his high.

You swallowed his cum and lost your appetite for lunch. “Well… I hope you’re feeling better.” You sighed, going back to the dining room.

“Are you guys okay?” Felix asked, tilting his head a little.

“Yeah, Jeongin just has a little headache. I gave him some motrin. He should be fine.” You replied, looking down at your food.

Jeongin came back soon after and sat down quietly, smiling at his friends.

The two shrugged it off and seungmin continued his story.

But your boyfriend didn’t seem to be done. Again, he was running his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, making his way to your panties.

You shot him a glare, causing him to pull away. What was wrong with him? This sweet boy you fell in love with was just acting… weird.

After about an hour of hanging out, Seungmin and Felix left and you laid down on the couch trying to relax a little. You soon fell asleep.

Jeongin came out calling your name when he noticed you sleeping. He thought you were so cute and went over, noticing your skirt was pushed up a little.

Why’d you have to wear such a cute outfit today? He thought to himself. Jeongin kneeled on the floor next to you and slowly raised your skirt, revealing your panties. They were a pretty dusty pink color and he couldn’t help himself so he started tracing his finger along the hem.

You didn’t seem to notice and Jeongin rubbed his 2 fingers over your clothed clit. This caused you to moan lightly, although it was muffled.

Your boyfriend didn’t want to wake you up but he was feeling hard again so he started slowly lowering your panties until he was able to pull them off completely.

He looked at how hot you were with the skirt and no underwear but he didn’t want to wake you so he lowered your skirt and took your panties to your room with him so he could relieve himself.

…

You later woke up and it was around 4pm. You got up and stretched then feeling how cold you felt under your skirt. After connecting the dots you realized that you weren’t wearing underwear. A bit panicked, you went to your room to put some on when you saw your boyfriend asleep on your bed with his shirt off, pants down and panties in hand.

“Jeongin!!”

He shot up quickly and looked at you. “Noona! I-I um…”

“What the fuck are you doing?!?” You yelled, not only mad but also embarrassed.

He got up and pulled his boxers up, going to you. “I-I just needed you… but you were sleeping and-”

“So you take my panties?!”

“Noona please!” He said almost whining. He hated to admit it but seeing you angry turned him on a little.

“Baby… what’s going on? You’re acting weird.” You asked, now concerned.

“Nothing! I just…” he came close and traced his fingers around your breasts. “I just… need you …”

You sighed and took a seat on the bed. “You’re really that needy huh?”

Jeongin took the opportunity to push you into the bed and kiss you deeply, now groping your breasts under your shirt.

“B-baby?” You looked up at him confused.

“Please noona. Please!” He whined, already lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra.

“Okay baby…” you sighed as you let him slip your shirt off and take off your bra. “We have to discuss this later…”

He nodded and sucked on your breast, moving to your nipple and biting it cause you to grab him by the hair.

“Ow! Baby that hurts!!” You yelled out before he stopped and looked at you again.

“Sorry noona.” He chuckled. “I got excited.”

You let go of his hair and watched as he slipped your skirt off, now kissing up your neck while palming at your crotch, causing you to moan. It felt good but all so overwhelming and he seemed to have no intention of stopping. He fingered you, inserting 2 fingers at once before sucking at your breasts again.

Although he was obviously horny you wanted to do this at your own pace and stopped him for a moment.

“H-how about you let me take care of you? You want noona to ride you?”

Nothing excited him more than having you ride him and he loved the praise you’d give him. He nodded and laid down next to you, taking off his boxers. He was panting and excited as you got on top of him.

“Are you gonna take my pussy like a good baby boy?” You asked, now lowering yourself on his dick.

“Yes noona! Yes!” He replied quickly, already bucking his hips.

You closed your eyes for a moment to gain composure and took his hands, putting them on your hips. You then started moving.

Jeongin was breathing heavily and already a moaning mess. You had to admit that this was turning you on too and causing you to go faster as you started losing yourself as well.

“Come on baby…” you said panting. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice and he came, causing you to do so as well. You were starting to lift yourself off when you felt his grip tighten.

“Again… please noona again!” He whined, already moving you lightly.

“Baby… please.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m tired. And your being greedy…”

“Please!!” He begged and you got off of him.

“Stop it! You’re being a bad boy!” You shouted as you made your way to the bathroom. He panicked and followed you.

“No no noona! I’m not a bad boy!”

“Your being greedy. And you said we can talk about your little problem afterwards.” You wiped off your make up and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain, only to have it yanked back open.

“But-“

You were surprised at his boldness and he just stepped into the shower with you, not even asking, plus this was a small shower.

“Please let me shower…”

“I will. I just wanna shower too!” He replied with a pout.

You sighed and just let him as you continued washing yourself. While he showered, he mostly just watched you.

…

After discussing his little issue you realized that he was just easily turned on. It made sense now thinking about how he’d look at you, even in public. And it made you wonder about the times your underwear would go missing or he’d excuse himself to the bathroom. For now you weren’t sure what to do and hoped that he’d get over this phase soon.

You both made a plan. He would signal when he was feeling needy and excuse himself from whatever you were both doing. Often times you would follow him and let him do what he wanted to relieve himself. Sometimes he wanted you to suck him off and other times he just wanted to suck on your breasts. It really depended on what he wanted at the moment.

You were worried but didn’t know what to do. What was going on with your sweet boy?

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Sorry it’s long. I got carried away 😅

[jellycatstuffies]

do you know if there's an approximate time of day that jellycat releases plush? and to add on, how long do the more popular plush last before getting out of stock? i absolutely want to try and snag a sky dragon, but i'm afraid of scalpers and the fact that i'm in australia, so the release might be in the middle of the night for me. love your content always, and thanks so much!

I know other people have asked me similar questions so I'm gonna take this to inform everybody, if you don't mind.

Jellycat always releases new designs at midday UK Time (12-1PM).

This should be okay for Australians like you, not so much for US customers. But here I will point out that the website for the US is different from the EU/rest of the world one and I have seen Jellycats in stock there that were not in stock on the EU site. They have reached a point where they try to cater to every time zone and every customer because they know they have a global market.

The new designs are being released in two different batches, the first designs are coming on the 12th of June and the rest will be released on the 26th of June. The Sky Dragon is part of the second batch on the 26th. I can understand your worry because it seems the Sky Dragon is by far the most popular new one prior to its release. I will also be getting that one (or two...)

However, Jellycat has gotten much better at anticipating rush on a certain plush and stock levels now last at least for the first day. With this one, I wouldn't be surprised if it sells out by the end of the day but they have also started implementing limits per customer both to ensure everyone gets one and to keep scalpers at bay who buy in bulk. I believe you will only be able to order a maximum of two dragons per order.

I'm sure you will get your dragon! And I am so glad to hear you love my content, thank you, that means more to me than you can imagine.

General question to my followers: Would you prefer I make a post with all 12th of June designs and one with all 26th of June designs or post them all slowly one by one? And would you be interested in seeing a post with all of the re-releases coming in June as part of the anniversary year?

Finally, I know my inbox is overflowing with questions and submissions and I appreciate all the interaction, especially the fact that everyone is so kind and keeping this a safe space, but although I am trying, I cannot at this point get to all of you. I hope you understand.

You are welcome to put more questions about the upcoming release in the comments as well!

-Victor

[whatitsdecending]

Chokehold: Pt. III

Vessel x Reader x Noah Sebastian

Disclaimer: I do not know anything more about Vessel than you do, all of this is fiction.

Word Count: 5.7k

Content warning: smut, smut and more smut. Biting, choking, dominate reader, dominate Vessel, submissive reader, submissive Vessel, edging, unprotected sex (wrap it up please, don’t be stupid like this).

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The soft light filtering through the curtains pulled you out from your sleep. You stared at the environment around you, and for a split second you’d forgotten where you were. Once your brain cleared up that bit of fog you snorted at your slight stupidity. You rolled yourself over to the side of the bed that had the clock on the table next to it, 12:52 pm is what it read. A sigh escaped from you as you never let yourself sleep so late, but you came to realize if you’d forced yourself up at the normal time you definitely would’ve hated yourself for it later.

You rolled out of bed and to the window, drawing the curtains and letting the white light flood the room. From between the blinds you could see that snow now covered the ground, and it was still falling at a light rate. You adored whenever it snowed back home, especially the first dusting that just covered everything in white and seemed to bring a different brightness to the world around you.

A soft smile was stuck on your face for the entirety of your morning routine, in the shower and in front of the mirror as you did your skincare. You couldn’t wait to get outside to take in the scenery, you kinda hoped Vessel would join you.

Vessel. You haven’t heard a sound from him this morning, not even the creaking of his footsteps in the hallway or the sound of him in the kitchen. Maybe he was still asleep? You never really figured out if he had a set time he’d wake up, although he would typically go to sleep later whenever you spoke on the phone.

You went with the idea that he was still asleep, so when you left the room you quietly made your way downstairs, doing as much as you can from waking him up with a creak on the stairs. The house was very quiet and the lights were all off, allowing the natural lighting to do its job. It was peaceful. Your apartment wasn’t as quiet as Vessel’s home, only because the walls were thin and your neighbors were loud. Living in the middle of nowhere seemed like the thing you needed to do.

With it being past 1pm already, you decided the window for breakfast was closed and that having lunch would be a much better option. You walked into the kitchen and almost leapt out of your skin when you saw Vessel sitting at the table reading a book.

“Jesus Christ.” You breathed, clutching your heart as it beat rapidly. “You scared the fuck out of me, Ves!” He placed a bookmark between the pages he was on and closed the book, a look of amusement on his face. “Oh so you think that’s funny.” You crossed your arms in a sassy manner.

“Yes I do actually, you got so scared of me just relaxing in my home.” He responds, placing the book on the edge of the table. His eyes wandered outside to the snow that was falling. “Did you see the snow?”

You stepped closer to the window. “I did. Instantly put me in a good mood the second I saw it.” That same smile from earlier sat on your face again and the urge to go run outside grew stronger.

“You like snow?”

“Oh I love it. It’s one of my favorite parts about winter.” You expressed. He stared at you with wonder in his eyes, taking in your body language as you spoke. The excitement truly radiated off you like a little kid who just learned that a snow day had been implemented and they can spend the entire day at the local sledding hill with their friends. “Do you?”

“I only hate shoveling and driving in it, otherwise it is quite beautiful.” Vessel said as he rose from his seat, picking up the book to put it back into its rightful place in his collection. With your eyes stuck on the snow outside, he came up behind you and placed a heavy coat over your shoulders.

“What’s up with the coat?” You asked, turning around to see him lacing up a pair of heavier boots and a jacket resting on the table.

“Thought you’d maybe want to go outside and sit in the snow together…” He trailed off at the end of the sentence, glancing up at you. “If not, that's totally okay… I can get the leftovers from last night out-”

You pulled the coat over your arms. “I would fucking love to.” Realizing you didn’t have your boots, you rushed back upstairs to your room to put them on. Your heart raced as you tied the boots up as quickly as possible, hands shaking from the lack of nutrients in your body; but you didn’t care. The last time someone ever invited you to sit in the snow was years ago in elementary school. So at your age, this really was an invitation you could not decline.

Running back down the stairs while your boots loudly echoed against the wood, buttoning up the coat as you sped back to the kitchen. Vessel had an amused look on his face once again as you returned, leaving you to throw your hands up in defeat.

“What now?” You asked.

He chuckled. “You need to see how ridiculous you look in my coat.” He pointed over to a mirror that was just a few steps away, leaving you curious to just how stupid you look. Yeah, he was right. You definitely looked ridiculous. The coat hung down to your knees and the sleeves swallowed your hands, with where your boots ended on your legs it made you look shorter than you were.

“Eh, at least I’ll be warm.” You shrugged, pulling the hood over your head and adding to the look. The edge of the hood covered your eyes and you had to tilt your head up in order to see Vessel, he was just shaking his head at you and unlocking the door to the yard. “Are you regretting letting me stay with you now?” You followed him outside, the chill of the air hitting the part of your face that wasn’t covered.

“Nope.” He said. “I’m actually enjoying it.” You flashed a big smile at him and earned a chuckle in response. Taking big steps through the snow, you stayed quiet to determine if the snow was heavy or not. The crunching beneath your feet gave you the answer you needed.

“This snow is perfect for a snowman.” You blurt out, kicking a small pile that had built up. “If you want to build one with me.” You turned back around to face Vessel, noticing he had both hands behind his back and the most devious look you’ve ever seen on his face. “Oh no-” Was all you barely managed to get out before a snowball came barreling at you. You turned to the side quickly as a reflex, letting it hit your arm. “So you want to play that game?”

His laugh filled the air and added to the playful energy between you two. You bent over to scoop snow into your hands, mashing it together into a ball and whipping it at him. It hit him directly in the center of his chest, making him stumble back a bit.

“Goddamn you have an arm. What did they have you doing on tour?”

“Lifting the heavy shit the guys can’t.”

He grinned. “Of course.” He already had another snowball ready to go and launched it at you, missing by an inch. You laughed at him for it and threw another snowball that hit his shoulder. He stood there staring at you, a bit of defeat showing on his face.

“Oh, did you give up already? Didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily.” You egged him on, trying to get under his skin so he’d continue the fight. He raised his brows in a playful way taking a step forward in the snow before taking off in a sprint towards you. You had zero time to react due to how quickly he came up on you, all you could do was brace for him to impact your body. His arms wrapped around you quickly before the rest of his body hit yours, knocking you to the soft ground.

Your breath hitched as you made contact with it. You noticed Vessel had moved one of his hands to rest against the back of your head, making sure you didn’t smack it too hard. He pushed the hood of the coat up so he could see your eyes, but the second you made eye contact you started laughing. It was amusing that he just slammed into you like a linebacker into the snow. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, the glimmer of the snow and pure joy reflecting in his eyes and leaving you to just stare in awe.

He calmed down the moment he realized your mind had switched to something else. “You okay? I didn’t hit you too hard did I?”

You shook your head. “No… I’m okay. I’m just-” You couldn’t bring the words together, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth the way you wished it would.

“Need me to get off?” He asks, starting to move off of you and the look of worry starting to creep onto his face. Just as his chest lifted from yours, you subconscious reached up for the collar of his coat and pulled him back down to you, pressing your lips against his. The softness of his lips were all you could’ve dreamed of, the way they pushed so gently against yours allowed the butterflies that were being held back to be freed.

You kissed for what felt like only seconds before he pulled away and the ache for air dragged at your lungs. You took a deep breath and could only stare up at him as he hovered only inches away from your face. He pushed himself up off of you and reached out for your hand, drawing you up once you placed your hand in his.

He seemed to be studying your face as his hand rested against your cheek. You watched as his eyes were locked on your lips and he ran his thumb over them. “You’re turning blue.” His words slipped from your mind before he pulled you close to him. “Y/N, your lips are turning blue.” Vessel walked you back to the house, stomping the snow off his boots and you doing the same. “Come with me.” He says, guiding you through the house into a room you have yet to see. A beautiful velvet couch sat in front of a large brick fireplace, more books littered around the room. This room seemed more lived in than the rest of his home, it had a more comfortable atmosphere to it as well.

Vessel had you sit on the floor in front of the fireplace, taking the wet coat off your body and replacing it with a blanket. He quickly removed your boots and placed them off to the side. You watched with awe stuck on your face, he just did all of that without you even asking.

His face lightened as he lit a match for the fireplace, throwing it onto the logs already resting in it. The fire slowly came to life, adding a warm glow to the room around you. Vessel stepped out of the room for a moment, coming back in just his clothes from earlier. He sat down beside you, glancing at the color of your lips before rubbing your hands between his. He was extremely warm, the heat coming from the fireplace and his body was enough to keep you from shivering.

“You warming up okay?” He asked, a genuine expression on his face.

“Mmhm.” You responded and watched as he poked at the fire a bit. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

“You were turning blue, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I make sure you didn’t freeze on me?” He said, the slightest bit of a “duh” tone ringing out.

“Are you sassing me Ves?” You pretended to be offended and clutched at your heart.

“I can get sassy if you want me to.” He joked. You shook your head at him and turned your gaze back on to the fire in front of you. It danced around as the logs burned, the smell filling the room and bringing you to a calm place. Your mind had been going insane since the kiss you had with Vessel, the fact that he put so much care into you after you started getting too cold made it so much worse. Each little thing he did, from removing your boots to replacing the damp coat with a blanket, had your heart flipping around inside of you. It was these small gestures he seemed to do without any hesitation that made you want it all from him, everything he could ever offer to you, you’d take. You’d take it all so fast, but at the same time it scared you. Things were changing and changing rapidly. If you had asked yourself four months ago if you’d see your future self in a position like this, you definitely would’ve said no. From how things were going for you at that time, keeping your extremely casual relationship with Noah going for however long you both needed was the furthest you were willing to go at the time.

Noah. You’d completely forgotten you had promised to call him back… he probably thinks you’re dead at this point. A deep sigh escaped you at the promise you remembered, now felt the guilt creeping up your spine.

“Hey Ves?” You broke the silence, taking your mind out of the forest of thoughts it was just in.

“Hmm?” He mumbled. He lingered close to you, something you hadn’t noticed until now. His arm was draped lazily behind you and pulling you closer to him. The ability to ask the question you’d originally gained his attention for had suddenly gone away, you couldn’t seem to form the necessary words to say. You could feel his eyes on you as he waited for you to say something; they burned into you deeper than the fire ever could.

Instead of asking what you originally wanted to, you decided to ask another question that had been on your mind since September. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“Vividly.”

“There’s always been something I’ve wanted to ask you, especially now with how things have come between us.” You felt him shift his body weight in order to get a better look at you, raising his brow as he waited for the question. “What exactly did you mean by “one on one”? Was it just going to be something random like what me and Noah had been doing or…” You trailed off from there, turning and meeting his gaze. “Or am I reaching too far now.”

“You’re not reaching at all darling.” His voice soothed you. Bringing that up had been something dragging you down for a little while, especially when it became clear that Vessel was turning into a more special person in your life. “I remember leaving you that note with the intention of getting to know you better. The moment I saw you I just had to do it… even though I didn’t know the full extent of what was going on between you and Noah until you had explained it later on to me. It was a risk I was willing to take.”

“Are you still willing to take it?” You whispered just above the crackling of the fire. He held his gaze on yours for a long time, until his eyes started lingering on your lips. Your eagerness got the best of you, knowing damn well he could sit and stare for hours and torture your body by not touching you. You ripped the blanket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before climbing onto his lap and pushing your lips on his. The desperation in this kiss compared to the one you shared in the snow was mind boggling, he was just as desperate for your lips now as you were for his.

His hands furiously tugged at your shirt, giving you the opportunity to pull away for a second and take it off. For just a moment his eyes glowed at the sight of the one part of your body he had yet been able to see. He leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck as his hand that had been placed on your back masterfully unhooked your bra. After you let the garment drop from your body, his other hand instinctively took hold of your left breast and massaged it gently. The stimulation of his lips against your neck on top of this had you moaning, your head leaned back to give him all the access he wanted to your neck. His teeth grazed along your skin and sent a shiver down your spine that made your hips buck.

“You like that huh?” He quipped, leaving another kiss against your neck. “Do you want me to mark you up darling?” A whine left your lips as a response, leaving him to chuckle at how desperate you are for him. He trailed up your neck before finding the area he wanted to mark, he licked it meticulously before sinking his teeth into you. Your body didn’t know how to react to that feeling, a new sensation that trickled through your nerves and sent your brain into overdrive.

“Oh fuck, Ves.” You breathed, gripping the back of his neck to drive him closer to you. He pushed his body up from the sitting position he had been in and began to push you gently down against the floor, his hand never leaving the spot on your back. After you’d laid down, Vessel pulled away to take his shirt off and revealed that physique you had grown to miss. He was glowing with the light from the fire bouncing off his skin, and in that moment it seemed you were about to sleep with a God.

He leaned down to connect your lips once again, this time with a more fiery passion than before. His tongue pushed into your mouth, letting yours fight against his. In the battle for dominance over your mouth, his hand made its way to the spot on your back to push your chest into his. His skin was warm and soft against yours, the heat from the fireplace adding to what radiated off him.

Vessel pulled away from the kiss and sat back on his feet, his hands going to your jeans to undo them and pull them off your legs. He stared at the laced panties you chose to wear that day, the lust that filled his eyes as it took every bit of patience in him to not rip them off of you. His fingers delicately slipped under the fabric that wrapped around your hips and pulled the garment down your legs, not once breaking the eye contact between the two of you. He leaned back fully on his feet as his eyes toyed over your body, taking it all in and memorizing every single detail he could see.

“You are so beautiful.” He breathed, his palms resting on your knees as his fingers circled your skin gently. “I want this to be for you, this moment everything is for you. Y/N, tell me exactly what you want and I’ll do it.” There was a pleading tone in his voice as he spoke. His hands remained where they were, not leaving until you would tell him to move them.

“Vessel…” You say, his body perking up at his name. “I want you to touch me, show me how badly you’ve missed me. Show me all that you wanted back in September that you couldn’t do.” A devilish grin crossed his face as his hands moved their way closer up your thighs, his body leaned forward with them. He placed kisses along the inside of your thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your core. You grew restless as each kiss made you more wet, the slow inching of his face to where you wanted him most drove you crazy. Just as his cheek brushed up against the skin of your folds, you said one last thing. “And don’t you dare edge my orgasms this time.”

“Wasn’t planning on it darling.” Vessel says before the feeling of his tongue dragging up between your folds overran your body. Your hips bucked upwards into his mouth as a moan escaped from you. He was going slow on you, aware of the fact that it’s been a little while since the last time someone had gone down on you. That did not matter for you though, he knew exactly what he was doing and learned quickly the first time around. He lifted his face up a bit so he could focus his tongue on your clit and watch your face when he slipped two of his fingers into you. Your body arched at the stimulation of his fingers pumping slowly into you and his tongue delicately swirling circles on your clit.

“Ves.” You breathed. “Go faster.” With your instructions, Vessel picked up the pace with both his fingers and tongue. The wave of pleasure that hit you was almost enough to send you over the edge, but you held yourself together. His free hand tapped at your leg, giving you the notion to put them on his shoulders. You obliged and draped them over him, allowing you the power to hold him there for however long you pleased.

You used your heels to push him down closer into you as the knot built in your stomach. The moans that came from you were loud and high pitched, which led to Vessel removing his fingers from you and using both hands to grip your hips. He increased the pressure and pace of his tongue on your clit in order to make you cum. You cried out in pleasure as the ecstasy hit you, your hand gripped tightly on the blanket underneath you as you searched for some piece of reality so you didn't get completely lost in the pleasure.

Vessel kept his mouth on you, watching your body shake as it came down from the orgasm. He did not let you catch a breath before his tongue was back at it again and his fingers pushed into you, the extra slick that came from your orgasm made it simple for him to add another finger to the mix. You whined as his tongue hit your clit, it had grown sensitive from all the stimulation that you haven’t experienced in a while.

“Ves.” You cried out, a hum in response coming from him and sending vibrations through you. “I want you to fuck me.” He lifted his face from your core, the sight of his chin and lips being covered in your slick made a smile pull at your lips.

“Is that what you really want, darling?’’ He leaned back against his feet again, taking your legs off from his shoulders and setting them back down on the floor. You nodded, biting your lip as he began to remove the belt from his jeans. “I wasn’t even worried about getting myself off today, but since you’re insisting I fuck you, how could I resist?” He’d pulled his jeans down, revealing his cock that struggled against the fabric of his briefs. He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled the briefs down, exposing his hard cock. You bit at your bottom lip as you watched him remove the articles from his legs and throw them somewhere in the room. He reached over to the couch and grabbed a pillow, motioning for you to lift your lower back up off the floor so he can place it below you. He let you lay back and adjusted it as you needed until it was comfortable for you.

He leaned into you again, placing a kiss on your lips and then your forehead. “You ready?” You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. He returned the smile before taking your legs and placing them on his hips, using them as a guide to line his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed himself into you, he ran it through your folds to slick it up, not wanting to cause that much discomfort going in. He focused on the sight of his cock spreading the muscles of your entrance, going slowly in order for you to adjust to his size.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered, the feeling of him inside of you after not having anyone fucking you since September was intense.

“God you’re so fucking tight, Y/N.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. His grip tightened on your hip, adjusting himself to be able to get a better angle to thrust into you.

“Go faster.” You spat out. He nodded and picked up his pace, the sounds of his thighs slapping against the skin of your ass echoed through the room and mixing in with the moans that came from the two of you. The initial bit of discomfort had completely disappeared now and the pleasure that racked your body was all you could think of. He felt so good, the first time he fucked you was good, really good… but with the circumstances of that time, you don’t think it could ever compare to this now.

His moans had turned to whimpers and his face was beginning to contort, notifying you that he was close. Except, this time you wanted to be the one that edged him. Torture him a bit like he’d done to you. So, you put your hand up and signaled for him to stop. He hesitantly pulled out of you and had a confused expression on his face.

“What-’’ Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off by pointing to the couch.

“Go sit and lean up against the couch.” A tone of demand came from you that was unfamiliar, but you liked it and he clearly did too as he quickly moved to where you told him to go. He watched as you stood up, ignoring the weakness you felt from how hard he’d just been fucking you. His breath hitched as you stood over him, placing one hand on his shoulder while you came down to straddle him. Your other hand wrapped around his cock and aligned it with your entrance, the feeling of it filling you up as you sat down left both of your mouths wide open. You let yourself get used to this position before slowly bouncing yourself on him.

“Jesus Christ Y/N.” Vessel groaned, throwing his head back against the cushion of the couch.

Your hand reached out and wrapped around his neck, making him return his gaze to you in shock. “I don’t think so, Ves. Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” You kept your hold on his neck, making sure not to add too much pressure to the point where you were actually choking him. His hands found their way to rest on your hips, but you swatted at them. “Keep them on the couch, I don’t need your help with this.” He smirked at how you demanded him, a new found power that you’ve never had the control over.

A rhythm took you over and Vessel’s eyes constantly rolled back whenever you squeezed both his cock and his neck, each roll from your hips bringing him closer to that release he chased after. You watched his face and listened for that same whiny tone in his moans that informed you he was about to cum. You were getting close too, unsure if he was going to cum before you did or vice versa.

“I’m going to cum.” Vessel cried out and his breathing became more rapid. You clenched tightly around his cock and his neck, clearly sending him over the edge as the warmth of his cum filling you up took you by surprise. Your release happened right after, your moans mixed in with the heavy breathes he took as you rode it out on him. You let go of the grip you had on his neck and fell against his chest, your face pressed against the crook of his neck.

The two of you sat there for a little while, coming down from the high. Admittedly, you sat there because of how numb your legs felt from all of this. Vessel seemed to notice your uncertainty with getting up, so he took matters into his own hands and shuffled his way over to the blanket in front of the fireplace, laying you down on top of it. You hissed at the feeling of him taking his cock out of you, your entire core was extremely sensitive now and any little touch or movement made you squirm.

“Let me get you a warm cloth, I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead and stood, walking away to the kitchen. You took the time to regulate your breathing a bit, letting yourself come back from the ecstasy you’d just experienced. Vessel came back into the room just a moment later, a damp cloth in his hand. He sat on his knees between your legs, gently running the cloth along your folds and cleaning up the cum that was dripping out of you. The warmth of it soothed your body and finally brought you all the way down from the high.

Vessel placed the cloth off to the side after he made sure he did a good job cleaning you up. He laid down beside you, letting you lift your head up so he could rest his arm beneath it. His other hand rested on your stomach, watching as it rose and fell with each breath you took.

The two of you laid there in a comfortable silence. The primary reason being the utter exhaustion you felt after the physicality you endured, but also still being a bit jet lagged didn’t help either. Also maybe the fact that you just had some of the best sex in your life had some kind of power over you not being able to speak.

Breaking the silence was a loud grumble from your stomach, reminding you that you never ate today. “Jeez I felt that.” Vessel laughed as he removed his hand from his stomach, leaving you to laugh at it as well. “Is this my sign to make you some dinner?”

“I think so.” You wiped at the tears that sprinkled the corners of your eyes from your laughter. “I’m going to go take a bath while you do that.” You rolled out from his hold and pushed yourself up into a standing position, your legs wobbling as you did so.

“Need me to carry you to the bath?” Vessel asked as he placed a hand on your leg to help stabilize you a bit.

“Nope, I should be good, just need to walk around or else it will stay like this for too long.” You smiled down at him, giving him a thumbs up as you started waddling away, the chuckles that erupted from him as he watched you walk away was enough to make you laugh. You knew you looked ridiculous, but you could not help it. Glancing at the time on a nearby clock, you realize it’d probably be later enough in the morning for you to call Noah and not have to deal with his grumpy ass after waking him up.

As you struggled a bit to get up the stairs and to your room, you decided to call him the second you got the bath running. You couldn’t help but have a nagging feeling that calling him was wrong, especially now right after you’d had sex with Vessel and was running a bath in his home.

But you promised him… and who knows exactly the reason he needed to talk to you. Could be work related, most of the time it is. You knew you were capable of keeping it professional and in this case that’s exactly what needed to happen. Then again, the idea of hurting him by telling him exactly where and what you were doing toyed in the back of your mind. Why? You weren’t sure.

It will be the first time since October that you will be speaking to him, the last time being when you all parted ways at the airport after the US leg of the tour ended. You hate admitting it but you did miss speaking with him, especially music. His face lit up each time he got on the topic of how he wrote a specific song or his plans for the future of the band.

Your hands shook as you picked up your phone that was still on the nightstand, glancing at the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen before going to your contacts and pressing on Noah’s name. You hovered over the icon that will take you to a call, debating if it was the best thing to do.

You walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, starting the water in the tub. You stared at the screen again and took a deep breath before hitting the call icon, your phone coming to life as it rang.

It didn’t take long for the ringing to stop and Noah’s voice to echo through the speakers. “Hey pretty girl, I’ve been waiting for you to call.”

[lemmetreatya]

I just feel like blowing raspberries on Reiner's tummy would be something that he would enjoy so much. It makes him laugh and it's really good for waking him up.

oh he’d absolutely love those 🥹🥹 especially when he’s feeling unmotivated to wake up!

its not reserved for weekends, but since he works during the weekdays, the responsibility of having to go to work motivates him to get up and complete the day. but when its a day he has nothing and noone to answer to, he has trouble formulating an excuse for why exactly he should get out of bed. but alas! the funny blowing of the tummies always adds that fun light into his life!!

“ReiRei!” You sweetly, yet tightly, called out.

Shucking open the curtains to your bedroom windows, you heard the expected delayed groan from behind you.

Usually, when you had come back from a morning walk and having done the weekly shopping, Reiner would at least have gotten out off bed once — at least to open the curtains — but it looks like none of that had happened today.

“Mmngg.” The blonde rolled over with the duvet now covering his head.

“Come on. It’s already 1pm, my love.” You gently remind, the bed dipping as you crawled onto the mattress from the other side.

“I knoooowww.” He whined although his voice was as deep as ever.

You sat on your heels on top of the bed as you pitifully watched the outline of the man you love.

Days like these weren’t usually the best for him but they were as equally as frustrating for you because you needed his help around the house. Currently, you were taking a lot of the weight of managing the home on your own and even you were nearing your limits.

You knew that you had to be patient with him — allow him to go at his own pace — but if you simply did that, you’d eventually get nowhere.

Even Reiner, regardless of how he was holding up, needed to compromise.

“Don’t make me come under there.” The intonation of your voice rose upwards at the end as you sing-songed your words.

Reiner didn’t answer but you weren’t in wait of a reply to do what you were going to next.

Lifting up the covers, you shuffled underneath the blanket before crawling over to where Reiner lay underneath it.

You rolled the man onto his back. He didn’t protest, and you know he didn’t resist because if Reiner wanted to be stubborn, he could easily hold his weight down and give you a hard time.

But he didn’t.

With little to no effort, the man was laying on his back and you did the one thing you knew would provoke somewhat a productive reaction.

You laid your palms on either side of his belly before bending down to blow an obnoxious raspberry onto his skin.

At the action, Reiner grumbled, albeit a lot softer than he was groaning before. He made a quick swat at your head — a lame attempt at it — as he didn’t try to show any further resistance.

You saw this as your chance.

“Come on, my ray of sunshine. Let’s get. You. Out. Of. BED!”

You blew another raspberry onto his belly but this time causing to Reiner to crease inwards and let out the mistaken sound of a giggle.

Your head instantly perked up at the sound, unsure if you heard correctly considering you were still underneath the blanket, but its when you blew his stomach again that you were proved right.

With a gasp of air, Reiner let out the most clear yet tinkly laugh that you’ve heard from him in awhile. He curled inwards on himself, holding the assaulted area but alas, he was glowing.

With a triumphant smile, you poked your head up at the top of the blanket, already wrapping your arms around the large male.

As the dying embers of laughter still decorated his lips, you laid a smacking kiss to his forehead.

“You feel ready to tackle the day, soldier?” You say in light heart, caressing the man’s head as he instantly found solace within your chest.

“Not quite.” He started, the phrasing already causing your shoulders to slug. “But I’m ready to try.” He finished much more quietly.

With a smile, you hushly cheered him on before kissing his forehead once again.

“That’s my man.”

[thygoddessouijathicc]

My Promised DSAF Fanfic Where You Adopt Dave

(Disclaimer: I wrote this before reaching my like goal for my post, but I have no patience and I got enough on the original post where I brought up the idea so I decided to chase dopamine and post this shit early because I was bored. 

Reader is gender neutral and can be anything you want them to be. Will be second POV despite that being my least favourite POV it’s the only one that works for these. Dave has just been kicked out of the orphanage. Also one of you mentioned Dave being in a box on the side of the road and I decided that yes, yes he is, and promptly stole it for my fic, thank you so much for the idea it’s exactly correct. Dave goes by Will because this is pre-Henry. Btw, Dave canonically has scales, and I’m forcing everyone to remember that.)

Today was probably the worst day of your life. Your shift started at 1pm ended at 10pm. You had accidentally left your car at home (don’t ask how), and hadn’t realized until the end of your shift. You had forgotten to pack lunch. And on top of it all, it was pouring.

Little did you know your day was about to get far… far… weirder.

It was dark out, and the sky was cloudy, not a star could be seen in the sky. You groaned. If you had to walk back home at night, at least you could have some stars to look at!

As you were feeling pity for yourself on your long walk home a car drives by and splashes you. 

“FOR FUCKS S-“ you start to say, you were normally relatively easygoing, but everyone has their breaking point. You are stopped when you hear the sound of thunder and a light far too close for comfort.

Now, at this time of the year, in your area, lightning was no joke, and you were almost hit moments ago.

You aren’t exactly someone who would NORMALLY be overly bothered by lighting, but with how your day is going, it feels like you might get smited at any moment.

You see a point up ahead in which the road overlaps and creates an overhanging area. You run towards it.

Once under the overhang you groan dramatically and sit down, watching cars go by.

After a few minutes, dense as you are, you pick up on the sounds of someone crying.

You look around the area and your eyes land on a wet cardboard box. It’s wetter than the area around it as if it has been moved there after the rain started.

You suspiciously approach the box with a stick (you always must be careful of if the contents of the box are a ghost).

You poke the box and nothing happens. It does not reveal its true form as a mimic.

“G-go away! I’m tired!” The voice of a child says from inside the box, one with a surprisingly thick New York accent.

Ok, there is a kid in the box. You could do a few things about this. Call CPS (you don’t have your phone), explode (why did that cross your mind), throw the box onto the highway (WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?) or help the child. You decide shockingly on the reasonable option, and open up the box.

…

You don’t exactly know what you were expecting, but it definitely was not this. The child appears to be a young boy somewhere between 8 and 12, he’s curled up into a ball crying, and his clothes are tattered, but that is most definitely not what catches your eye.

He’s purple.

Like actually purple.

His skin is entirely purple, and appears to have a scaley quality to it.

You jump back. The child does not move.

Calming yourself down from seeing something potentially paranormal, you go back to the rim of the box.

The boy is looking up at you now. 

Upon closer inspection he’s both more and less human looking than you initially saw.

Although a great deal about him, from general shape, to facial features, and even his behaviour is clearly human, he’s purple, scaley, and seems to lack ears. Small strands of hair come off his head as if they can’t grow properly, and he’s bald otherwise.

The boy stares at you for a moment and then collapses back into his box, and closes it as best he can.

“Go away.” He hisses. “I just want to sleep.”

The box is still very much open, and you can see him shivering inside, cradling a rabbit doll. It’s at this point you notice the cuts and bruises. He’s covered in them. It finally clicks for you that he ISN’T something paranormal. Or if he is, it doesn’t matter. He’s just a purple kid.

“That box looks cold.” You finally say.

“Thanks, captain obvious.”

“Where did all your bruises come from?“ you ask, sitting down beside the box.

“People throwin’ rocks at me mostly.” 

“Why do they do that?”

“Why do ya think?” The boy says, annoyance evident in his tone. 

“Where are your parents?”

“Fuck if I know. They dropped me off in the first orphanage they saw and never came back.”

“If they dropped you off in an orphanage, why are you here?”

“I got kicked out.”

“Why?”

“Why do ya think?” The boy snarls at you.

“I don’t think that’s fair. People throwing rocks at you is just people being terrible but to deny you shelter in an orphanage when you’re-“

“9. And yer not foolin’ anyone, ya almost screamed when ya saw me.”

“I was just surprised that’s all!”

“Uhuh. Sure.”

“No really. You don’t bother me.”

“Yer not the first person to say that. None of em mean it.”

“I do.”

“Sure.” You sit in silence for a moment. It seems the child has made up his mind that he doesn’t like you.

“What’s your name?”

“Will.” 

“That’s a nice name.”

“No it’s not.”

“I think it is.”

…

“What are ya even doin’? Talking to me and shit.”

You aren’t sure how to answer that. Why ARE you talking to him? He clearly doesn’t want to talk to you, you don’t know him, and there’s not exactly much you can do for him… but you do want to help him.

“I wanna help you.” You say simply.

“…Why?”

“Because I don’t think a kid should be living in a wet cardboard box on the side of the road with people throwing rocks at them.”

“Well tough shit because there’s no way ya can help ya’d actually do. This is just what happens to kids no one wants.”

“Well just so I’m aware, what COULD I do to help you?”

“Ya could adopt me. But ya won’t. I know ya won’t. No one wants an aubergine kid.”

You could adopt Will.

You have a decent job, more than enough to pay for your apartment, your needs, extra stuff, and to have a lot left over.

“I’ll adopt you.” You say simply, without a second thought.

There’s a moment of silence where all you can hear is the rain crashing down. Will looks at you, as if expecting you to take back this offer, when you don’t, he cries. You can see he’s scared. Scared that you’ll reject him. He knows he can’t take that. Not now.

You pick him up out of the box. He’s light, as if he hasn’t been eating enough. He probably hasn’t.

Will immediately hugs you, still sobbing.

The rain has started to let up, so you decide it’s time to go home. You cradle the crying child in your arms and start the walk.

.

.

.

A few months have passed, you’ve managed to legally adopt Will.

Over these months you’ve discovered a lot about the child. His neck seems to be able to stretch infinitely, he tends to give people nicknames that vary from relevant to completely random, and he likes kabobs.

Will has settled in pretty well, he’s started school a week ago (something you worried a lot about), and while he does talk about getting bullied a lot, he’s making friends. One in particular who he calls “Old Sport”, which seems to be one of his more random nicknames.

You’re sitting at home reading the newspaper, a little concerned, apparently children have been going missing around a mysterious circus, although the lion tamer has been arrested for the crime, you don’t think he’s the guy. Taking one look at his picture you can tell he’s no murderer, now the ringleader…

It’s rude to make assumptions, you tell yourself.

You’re just happy that your son won’t be involved in any of that.

(Notes: Y/N has single-handedly prevented multiple counts of child murder by adopting an aubergine.)

[caruliaa]

okay waitt i’m really sorry i havent replied to ur asks from tn:((!! its just somehow rlly later and i wanna go to sleep early enough to vc and to properly change my theme to lyle lyle..!!!!!!! but before i do go to sleep i want to say that well you are such such an incredible friend ad person flappy like you are sososoo good and kind and understanding and thoughtful and supportive and lovely of a friend and make my wholeeee world better and brighter and warmer and more full of care my beloved💕💕🫶🏻 and im really so grateful to know you both bcuz of that and bcuz you just are a really lovely person like you reall are soooo amazing and good and amazingly good and;;;; i really love you sooooo much i hope u know that i do and that im here for u andd!!! ilysmmmmmm (hugs you tight if u wld like that! 💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻💕💕)

dw love i understand that sm ofc !! and yea ii. alsoo wanted to wake up early for the april fools lyle ifcation of my blog until i woke up before my alarm so decided to get a little more rest and woke up at 1pm 😳😳😳 soo thats funnn FJFJFJDJ its fine im j telling myself if i slept that much i needed the rest (although i should also not go to bed at like 4am DJDJDJDJ) anyway omg i went on a bit of a rant huh FJFJDJ and ough omg ur so so sweet love ;; i hope you know im really so so glad that i can be a good friend to you and be thoughtful and supportive and and understanding and make ur life better and warmer abd stuff love i rly am ;; becuase you really do deserve it so so much love and just becuase i really do just wanted to !!! becuase you really are just soso wonderful and amazing and dear to me and i hope you know that you really are the same to me and are just soso thoughtful and understanding and caring and good to me and must make me feel so so loved and cared for and safe and warm with you love and just bring so so much joy and light and warmth and love into my life dearest just knowing you and being your friend and spending time with you love and i hope you know that i really am soso grateful and lucky to know you dearest because you really are just so so wonderful and just !! you really just mean the world to me and i hope you know i really do just love you so so very much dearest !!! :'> *hugs you back rly close if thts okay* 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💕💕💞💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[beelovesnct]

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥: 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

— [era: hello future] august 16, 2021

[12AM - The Dreamies' Dorms]

The moment the clock strikes twelve, a figure could be heard emerging from the other side of Aiko's bedroom door. There was a soft knock, yet without waiting for any response, he opens the door and struts in with evident laze in his steps.

Creating space for himself, he wiggles his way into Aiko's sleeping figure, pressing his body against hers in an effort to find adequate heat in Seoul's gruesomely cold mornings.

"Hi." He starts, earning a grunt from the Neko-member as she recognizes that voice anywhere despite being masked under its unusual grogginess.

"It's so early, Jaemin. What are you doing here?"

Instead of a reply, however, Jaemin simply hugged the female idol tighter, pecking her neck as he expressed a simple greeting.

"It’s your birthday. Happy birthday, Aiko."

[8AM - The Dreamies' Dorms]

Aiko woke up at around eight in the morning, rubbing her eyes lazily in an attempt to force herself awake.

Noticing the lack of another person's presence made the noises coming from the outside of her room, clear—the sound of a sizzling pan and boiling waters was successful in making the female idol mentally drool.

And so, with some daze in her step, she made her bed and went out, only to be welcomed by an embrace from her favorite (kind of affectionate) dream member.

"Happy birthday, Aiko." Aiko relented, wrapping her own arms by his torso as she places her chin on his shoulder—eyelids still feeling just a little bit heavy.

"Thanks, Jeno." She offered a small pat.

"Sit there, breakfast is almost ready." Jaemin voiced by the counter, pouring the hot seaweed soup in a more presentable bowl.

With a grin, Aiko complied, ruffling Jisung's hair as she sat down.

"Happy birthday, noona."

"Thank you, Jisung-ah."

[11AM - The Dreamies' Dorms]

"Come on, open it!" Chenle waved excitedly, hovering around the Neko-member as he waits for her to see what was inside his present.

Chenle came in early, despite having schedules with the members in the afternoon. He had greeted Aiko with a loud, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!", the moment he came into the dorms; then proceeded to engulf her in a big hug before shoving a big box he, himself, wrapped the day before.

Aiko stifled a laugh, "Okay, okay, here I go!"

She ripped the wrapper open, revealing a very adorable strawberry-colored ukulele.

Aiko covered her mouth in surprise, "Chenle!" She called out, "How did you know?"

Chenle shrugged, feigning nonchalance despite the growing smile on his face.

"I saw you browsing the net the other day, and I heard you asked Mark for shop recommendations."

"Wah." Feeling incredibly touched at his effort, Aiko opened her arms wide, to which Chenle accepted giddily.

"Thank you, Chenle."

"You're welcome, noona."

The members had a fond smile on their faces as they watched their interaction, but of course, that had to be broken by a slightly jealous Jisung.

"Alright, stop getting all mushy with Chenle, open mine next, noona!"

[1PM - MNET Countdown Backstage]

"AIKO!" The sole Japanese member of NCT 127 shouted over the vast backstage hallways of MNET countdown, running up to Aiko with his arms spread wide open.

Aiko let out a soft chuckle, charging towards him with equal enthusiasm as she landed in his arms.

"Happy birthday!" Yuta greeted, twirling her figure around despite being in a relatively cramped space.

"Thank you, Yuta-oppa." She responded, patting his shoulders as he gently let her down.

She then allowed herself to notice the staggering number of boys behind Yuta's back, all with gleeful smiles as they approached the duo.

"Happy birthday, Aiko."

"Happy birthday, my favorite dongsaeng!"

"Happy birthday, our Ko-yangi."

Aiko grinned genuinely, "Thank you, oppa-deul."

With her reply, the boys then made it their duty to swarm the female idol with hugs and head-pats, and Aiko relished in all of them.

Although, Jaehyun got too excited and somewhat ruined the scene—at least in the older members' eyes.

"Our presents will be sent to your dorms later!"

"It was supposed to be a surprise, Jaehyun!"

"Great, now it's ruined."

With a chuckle, Aiko simply observed, and contrary to her stuffy and uncomfortable stage outfit, she felt utterly nothing but absolute warmth.

[6PM - SM Entertainment Building]

"Knock-knock!" Someone called loudly outside the practice room that Aiko was currently at.

Right after their schedule at the music show, the group was sent back to the building in order to polish the evident mistakes they had committed earlier that day. While it wasn’t a lot, perfection was necessary for their line of work.

And so, the dreamies—including Aiko, were relatively surprised, the moment they welcomed the WayV members barging in on their practice. Though, that surprise became mirth the moment Hendery started singing a chaotic version of Happy Birthday; with the other WayV members joining along as they approached the Neko-member, carrying a number of balloons and even a strawberry shortcake as they did so.

"Happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday, happy birthday..."

Even the dreamies couldn't help but join in the fun, "Happy birthday to you~!"

Since there was no candle (the staff told her to blow her cake during Vlive), Aiko simply accepted the cake, bowing full-on 90-degree as she displayed her gratitude.

"Thank you, oppa-deul."

Once more, another round of hugs and greets were shared.

[10PM - SM Entertainment Building]

"Hi everyone! I'm jumping in here on quick to say a few words about my birthday." Aiko began, making herself comfortable in the pink room that SM lent to her to film the traditional 'Birthday Vlive.'

"Thank you for everyone's greetings, I haven't felt that special in a while, but you guys have really outdone yourselves, I couldn't be more grateful." She spoke, happiness lacing her tone as she thought back to the enormous and varied fan gifts she received via the company's mail.

Fans knew she loved personalized items, so she had received a lot of art and even books with her favorite authors' signature on them—Aiko cherished all of them.

She continued to chat with the fans on the Vlive for about a few more minutes, before being abruptly disturbed by the sudden opening of the door.

"Noona, hi." Sungchan politely greeted, ushering Shotaro in as both of them carried a variation of Aiko's favorite dessert, paired with a floating balloon that displayed the numbers, '2' and '1'.

Noticing Aiko's confused and mildly surprised expression, Shotaro spoke up, "We brought you some gifts." He showed a smile, bowing a bit to the cameras in front of them before settling the cakes on Aiko's table.

"Thank you, guys." She expressed genuinely, patting the seats beside her, encouraging them to take a seat.

"No, it's fine noona. We have practice." Sungchan declined, making Aiko pout in slight sadness and guilt—feeling as if her gratitude was lacking if she just sends off the duo without anything.

And so, Aiko decided to give them both her very rare hugs, whispering in their ears, "I'll see you guys later at the dorms, okay?"

Before waving goodbye and let them exit the premises.

"Guys." She directed her attention back to the Vlive in front of her.

"Sungchan and Shotaro might have become my favorite members."

[12AM - The NCT 127 Dorm]

Bursting through Aiko's dorm room, and not even paying any mind to Jaemin's sleeping figure on her bed, Haechan loudly called unto Aiko —intent on inviting the girl to play a couple rounds of online games.

"Aiko, let's play!"

Blame it on the birthday atmosphere, but Aiko willingly agreed.

And so, here she was—figure laid across Haechan's bed as she borrowed Taeyong's laptop to play with the vocalist.

"Left, Donghyuck." Aiko called out firmly, too concentrated to actually face the member.

"Wait—I'm too far, I can't—" He panicked, eyes roaming around the computer screen, ideating what he could do to stay alive.

Unfortunately, even Haechan's sheer determination wasn't enough to make them win, as a few more shots fired later, both of them died.

"I told you to reload your gun immediately," Aiko scolded, sighing through her nose as she re-started the game.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I never expected them to come out so brazenly, I was sure they were gonna hide for cover!" He groaned loudly, placing his hands on his face in utter misery.

Aiko simply let out a chuckle, "Well then, listen to me this time. The game's starting, idiot."

[3AM - The NCT 127 Dorm]

"So how was your 21st birthday?" Doyoung asked, placing himself beside the Neko-member as both of them came down from their high, witnessing the various members (who were able to attend) sprawled across the living room—some were asleep, some were still openly drinking, some were even dancing, but it was clear that all of them were utterly wasted.

Aiko took a deep breath, letting the scenery of drunken boys fill her vision before answering the member.

"Well, what do you expect, oppa?" She looked at him, straight in the eye, before breaking into a fit of giggles.

"It was absolutely chaotic, I loved every single minute of it."

[AN] Happy birthday to our super sweet and savage Aiko! <333 I had so much fun writing this GASHDASJKDFHJKASDF

[ambrosiaaddiction]

Not Meant To Be

Word Count: 2,107

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x reader, Simon Basset x reader

Summary: The Bridgerton family and the Duke have been invited to a picnic that was planned by yours truly. Tensions begin to grow, and things don’t go quite as you hoped they would.

TW: none

Part 2/6

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Today’s weather of sunshine and blue skies called for a picnic. I gave clear instructions to Cook that he should prepare a delicious meal and treats, including Simon’s favorite of gooseberry pie. I would never forget something so important about him because it always came in handy.

I then go to find our butler, Charles, and say, “Please send invitations to the Bridgertons and the Duke of Hastings, Charles. There will be a picnic at the park, and do tell them that it will be late at 1pm.” He bows in response, and repeated my words before he left to complete his tasks.

With a nod of satisfaction, I left the main floor then up the stairwell to change my attire. What I was currently wearing fell short of today’s planned event, and I needed to win Simon back. Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door and quickly strode to the wardrobe to see my options.

My thoughts roamed to the man who promised that we would spend the rest of our lives together, which made my blood boil with rage. Men these days were either too dense or too arrogant or had little backbone. Simon was a mixture of having a huge ego and vulnerable when he opens up to the people that know his true personality.

None of this was my fault whatsoever. I left for only a mere three months to study abroad in France, then I return to the ‘wonderful’ news of his engagement to a girl named Daphne Bridgerton. A trip to London hadn’t been something I expected for myself, but I came to the city for him and no other reason.

In truth, Simon technically was still my fiancé, although I knew there was an explanation for everything that took place while I was absent. As a matter of fact, he brushed off the situation like it was a speck of dust that ruined his perfect image to the desperate mamas and equally egotistical lords.

“Good heavens, I’m going to get wrinkles if I keep thinking about the “what-ifs” and not do anything to change them.” I huff in exasperation at my own foolishness, a bit disappointed in myself for having such thoughts when the damage had yet to be done.

After endless decision-making, I chose to wear a yellow dress with a simple pink floral design from the sleeves to the hem of its skirt, and I twirl in front of the mirror with a bright smile. It wasn’t a ball gown, but this would surely make Simon realize that he wants me more than anyone in all of Grovensor Square. It just had to.

I had to admit, the dress itself was too revealing for a lady of my status. Well, at least it would be just myself, Simon, and the Bridgertons alone for a picnic. A reminder to cover my legs repeated itself over and over in my mind, yet I had a feeling that I would catch the attention of everyone’s eyes anyway.

The clock rang the second its big small hand reached 12pm, which meant there was an hour left for preparations and riding to the park. “Marianne! Please call for the carriage, and tell chef to hurry!” I shouted into the air, and I heard Marianne reply from down the hall. Perhaps I was rushing for punctuality-sake, but a host or hostess must never arrive later than their guests.

It was a good thing that mama had long left for tea at Lady Farland’s estate, and papa was probably gambling at the gentlemen’s club again. I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if he came home with news that he either won lost of money or lost a majority of what he gambled. No one could tell me that the picnic was meant to open Simon’s eyes and see just me in them rather than that so-called “flawless” Bridgerton girl.

Nonetheless, I had to get going before they gossiped of my tardiness if I wasn’t already at the location. Time seemed to blur from when I scurried down the stairs to gather everything I needed to when I got into the carriage and made it safely to the park. The next thing I knew, I was trying my best not to laugh at a discreetly explicit joke Benedict had shared amongst ourselves.

Anthony looked like he was going to strangle his brother or maybe he was going to give him a pat on the shoulder? I couldn’t tell because I was too preoccupied with devouring my favorite sandwich while I brushed my shoulder against Simon’s. Of course this got his attention, and he whispered into my ear, “Now is not the time nor place to play, y/n. Behave yourself.”

His warning provoked something inside of me, but there were too many people who would witness the indecency behind my innocent act. “My apologies, your Grace. I’ll be a good girl for you.” I whispered in reply, then continued to enjoy my delicious sandwich as though I did nothing wrong in the first place.

I knew what I was doing to him, and he liked it. He knew what would happen if I went further, and I was fanning the flames with fervor. “Is Daphne aware of our relationship? Sorry, I meant, what it was supposed to become? You know, such as getting married? Living together and in the country?”

Simon’s jaw clenched just like when he used to have me underneath him, calling his name and coming undone by his touch as I squeezed tighter around him. Those nights were by far the best I had ever experienced, and he treated me with such tenderness after we were spent.

“Don’t you remember the great times we had, love? Everything fell apart when I came to London and found you dancing with the red-headed girl in the moonlight.” I scowled under my breath, then I slowly calmed myself down before I could ruin this lovely picnic with a beautiful family and my old lover.

I needed a moment alone, so I stood up and sheepishly excused myself from the blanket before walking away. It was almost as though the night I found myself standing at the lake was repeating itself again, but this time, I knew where I was going and no tears would shed. No, this time was different than last. Instead of crying because I couldn’t control some situations, I chose to think about I would take back Simon for myself.

Seeing Simon chuckle and comment on every little thing Daphne said created small cracks on my heart. I couldn’t think of when he used to do that with me, and I close my eyes to forget all of the recently bad memories. Heavy footsteps approached from behind, but I was too distracted by the wrong Simon had done to me.

“Y/n, are you alright? You left so suddenly, and everyone is worried about you.” Anthony softly called out to me, his hand resting on my shoulder to turn me around and see the miserable state I was in. “I’ll be better, my lord. There’s no need to waste your worry on me.” I mustered a fake smile to dissipate his concern for me, but apparently he had dealt with heartbroken maidens before.

The Viscount gently pulled me into his arms, and rocked our bodies back and forth. I was speechless for I had no idea what he was doing, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. It felt pleasant to be comforted by a warm embrace that held a promise of always being there when it was most needed in times of anguish.

“You are a strong woman, y/n. You don’t need to act as though nothing can break through your walls. You’re still human, and that’s okay. Believe me, I know what it’s like to feel helpless.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and smiled when I pulled away to stare at him with wide eyes. I always knew what kind of man he was, but the side of him that I admired truly was a rare sight to behold.

What felt like an eternity of comfortable silence was interrupted by Eloise who came searching for her brother and I after he had been gone for too long. “Mama won’t stop spouting nonsense that you’ve gotten lost, brother. We had to stop her from creating a search party.” She snickered at the fresh memory, and it stopped when she realized that Anthony was hugging me unusually close to his chest.

I caught on and quickly pushed myself away, then I fixed my dress before thanking her. “Thank you for taking the responsibility, Eloise. You’ve found us alright, and I believe we best return to your family.” Anthony cleared his throat, a big embarrassed that the particular sister of his had seen something she would never let go.

“Yes, Miss Denbow is right. Let’s return before mother actually gathers a search party for three people.” He leads the way, and I smile awkwardly at Eloise as I walk past her. I then let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in since she found Anthony and I, but I hoped that she wouldn’t mention it when we got back to the picnic.

Once there, Lady Bridgerton literally shed tears of joy as soon as she saw my face and brought me into a hug. What was with the Bridgertons and hugging? I could see Simon lean over to Anthony, his mouth forming the words, “Thank you for bringing her back safely.” Anthony nodded in reply, then sat down in between Colin and Benedict before he grabbed his glass of wine to take quite a long sip.

Well, it was back to where I started. I didn’t want to ask questions and make matters worse, but I knew that the current engagement wasn’t going to last for long. According to Lady Whistledown, Queen Charlotte was not convinced of the proclaimed love that everyone said Simon and Daphne shared.

I had to say it. Otherwise, I would lose the love of my life to a woman who gained Her Majesty’s favor, and I would be lonely until the day I die. “The Duke and I were once lovers, but now he’s going to marry Miss Bridgerton.” Complete and utter silence. I take in a deep breath before I continue.

“I had traveled to France for three months, and the Duke asked me to come see him here, in London. I truly thought that he was going to marry me, but I was proven wrong and a fool. He’s pretending as though we didn’t have a beautiful relationship before he chose to help her and she him.”

Lady Bridgerton was the first to break, and she began to stumble over her words while overcoming the insurmountable shock that I gave to everyone. Eloise tried what she could to stop herself from laughing, Benedict smacked her arm while he was struggling to do the same.

Colin couldn’t find the right words, and Anthony spat out his wine. Except for the two youngest children who were playing in a flower field, we adults all sat together with no help to describe what our mixed emotions were. “What is the matter with you, y/n? Did you even think this through before you babbled on about the past? If I had known that you were so childish, I would’ve left you a long time ago.”

Simon glared cold daggers in my direction, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The man who I loved was now a stranger with a much better woman than I, so there was nothing I could do now to take him back. “You’re right, Simon. I’m such a child, and I don’t know any better than to tell the truth when living a lie is all the more tempting.”

I gave my deepest apologies to Lady Bridgerton, promising her that I would make up for my demeanor with tea and a visit to the spa one day. I then said my farewells to the Bridgertons, but I didn’t spare the slightest of glances to Simon who looked like he was going to let out a fury of anger.

It served him right for playing with my heart, and if he was so play a part not meant for him that would end in heartbreak, then so be it. I knew someone who could help me make him regret losing me, and they were a professional when it came to such lengths.

Just you wait, Simon Basset. Just you wait.

[mystarmyangel]

[TRANS-THEQOO] 220910 [Big Mouth] Lim YoonA’s (Go Miho) acting that was well received in today’s episode.twt

At time of posting 11 Sep 1pm KST: 57.5K views, 314 comments (Will translate more interesting and non-repetitive comments)

1. With a gorgeous face and makeup, its paradise2. She really nailed it with her acting performance today 3. I got goosebumps watching itㅠㅠ 4. No, but really, YoonA’s acting has really improved in this drama. It is her best acting performance of all that I have seen.   5. You did well ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 6. Wow really Miho ya, I know it’s not real, but my tears still flow downㅜ 8. Your acting is good and your visual is good too, I am surprised 11. YoonA’s acting is really amazingㅠ 12. Her acting in ‘Big Mouth’ has always been good. But today’s episode acting is exceptional. She did so well in the hospital scene as well 13. This scene and the last scene where her gum and nose bleed ㅠㅜㅜㅜㅜ Her acting is awesome ㅜㅜㅜㅜ 18. Wow YoonA, how did you improve so much... I’m crying f*ck 19. Her acting is really amazing today, the way she held onto the mayor Choi and cried crazily, and then how she seem to have lost her soul at the end ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ   22. Miyo yaㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 24. Wow she is really good, daebak 26. I can’t forget her expression at the ending scene 27. Today acting is really insane. Miho ya ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 34. I am fully immersed in it, save Miho ㅠㅠㅠ 36. To be honest, I was really surprised at how good she is ㅠㅠㅠㅠ the ending is crazy too 39. Today is indeed legendary ㅜㅜ 41. You did so well that I got emotional together with you. 39. Indeed legendary 44. (Insert the ending scene where Miho was bleeding) Can you add this scene in as well?? Her acting is so good here too. ㅜㅠㅠㅠSo frustrated 45. Its Miho and Minyoung ah... Lim YoonA, your acting is so good that it makes me cry ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 46. Ha ‘Big Mouth’, I am behind on episodes, I need to hurry and catch up ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 47. I am amazed by your facial expression at the end 49. This scene and the ending scene, her acting is soaring 63. Wow.... 65. Miho ya ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ  You shouldn’t die do you understand ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜI’m begging you, please don’t kill Miho ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ 67. I was feeling uncomfortable that she went into the contaminated cave without any protective gear, and indeed she is bleeding.. ㅠㅠDon’t kill her ㅠㅠ 68. Her acting today is really crazy ㅠㅠ She wasn’t bad before either but its just that she got even better this time.... 75. (Replied to 44th comment) Although I do not know the context here, but her acting is really good here, I can really feel the frustration 76. (Replied to 44th comment) This scene is daebak too ㅠㅠ 79. She is so pretty and good at acting, she is blooming again with ‘Big Mouth’ 83. The scene where she fainted and woke up and confirming that Changho is still alive is really good too 86. Even rewatching it again bring tears to my eyes ㅜㅜㅜI really think this is her life drama 88. F*ck f*ck Miho ya @!##!@!#!@

103. This scene was really suffocating... It’s crazy 115. She is pretty and she is so good at acting... It is my first time seeing the actor playing Mayor Choi. But he is also really good 116. I knew that he didn’t die, but you still make me cry. Really good job.. ㅠㅠ 120. From this scene to the ending, she really ripped it.. 125. Even though I didn’t watch the drama, but I am immersed in it and tearing up as well ㅠYoonA is really good at acting. 126. Don’t die Miho... 127. Miho is so good with the desperation actingㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 132. So pretty, danced so well, acting is so good too, how.... shivering 135. You did a great job.. My dad and I cried ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 136. YoonA’s acting really improved a lot, it seems her emotions are richer now 137. Wow YoonA is good at every genre 138. You are really good. Your face is already persuasive, but you are also good at actingㅋㅋ 143. You are really goodㅠㅠ I know that Changho isn’t dead but I still criedㅠㅠThe last ending scene was really good tooㅠㅠ It’s purely expressing emotions without any lines.. 146. Miho who cries out of anger and Choi Doha who was laughing out loud, its an acting party... I am going to kill Choi Doha. 152. You did well, I watched ‘Confidential Assignment 2’ and it feels like a completely different person ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 157. You are really good... Initially I thought you are just doing okay but after watching ‘Confidential Assignment 2’ and ‘Big Mouth’, I feel like you are doing really well. It is really a plus point how your atmosphere changed completely according to different roles. 158. After watching ‘Confidential Assignment 2’ today, it feels like I am seeing a different person watching this. 159. YoonA is really at everything. ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠAfter watching ‘Confidential Assignment 2, I can feel that you really get better at acting 165. Wow, you are really good at acting. I am also enjoying the ‘Tears’ acting (?) performance by YoonA in ‘Amazing Saturday’ ㅋㅋㅋ 167. Good job YoonA. I can’t imagine Miho that is played by anyone other than YoonA 178. It didn’t even feel like it is acting, it feels like she came out really crying. I will binge watch the drama when it ends 189. Miho you are so good at acting, please don’t get sick ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

192. I don’t know the story, but I am crying.. You are so good at acting ㅜㅜ 193. You are really good. Your face is already persuasive, but you are also good at actingㅋㅋ 195. Write please save Miho ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ what should I do with Miho ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 197. Save Miho ㅠㅠChangho and Miho should live happily for a long time ㅠㅠ 198. My mum watched YoonA for the first time since Saebyuk (You Are My Destiny) and she said she is so good at acting now ㅋㅋㅋgood job201. I watched ‘Big Mouth’ ep 1 today, and it is fun right from the startㅋㅋㅋ YoonA’s acting is so good 203. There is a prejudice against idol turned actors. But the ones who break it is Lee Junho and Lim YoonA. I have always said she has exceeded my expectation for ‘Big Mouth’, but I am really surprised today because she did so well. 211. Oh, you are good, but I have never thought YoonA’s acting was bad before either.  But it seems like she is on another level now. I felt it from ‘Confidential Assignment’ 216. I am not a fan, but YoonA is good at acting. If you watch her drama, her acting isn’t that different from other actors. 217. Because she has very good dictation, so I have always thought she is good 222. YoonA has been good since Saebyuk. Her low tone and acting tone are so good tooㅋㅋ 223. She did a good job it is the very essence of Go Miho ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I have been liking her since 따따따 (EXIT). On the other hand, Choi Doha’s subtle smile is crazy ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ   224. YoonA ya ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ No, I mean Miho yaㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 228. In the past, I have always felt like YoonA’s natural idol like image is too strong, so it feels awkward when she is acting. But this time really.... I have completely forgotten all those and immersed fully into it 229. YoonA is really good at acting now. I remember seeing her acting in ‘HUSH’ and she seems to blend well regardless of the genre, like ‘Confidential Assignment’, ‘HUSH’ or ‘Big Mouth’. 230. Wow, I was shocked to see her acting alongside Kwon Sang woo in ‘Cinderella Man’, and I have only watched ‘EXIT’ and I felt it since then, she did well. 231. I am re-looking YoonA again because of ‘Big Mouth’. Now I am curious of her future acting projects. 249. I am just happy to see YoonA growing more and more 259. It is easy to watch because she has good vocalisation. I am enjoying ‘Big Mouth’ a lot. 260. Really so good ㅠㅠI hope ‘Big Mouth’ will not end ㅠㅠ 263. I don’t know the context but just by watching this video I think she is amazing?? ㅠㅠ

Source: https://theqoo.net/index.php?mid=hot&document_srl=2576658434 Trans: mystarmyangel

[yehet-about-it]

Chase Me | Part 17 - Lock The Door Next Time

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🎮👾 ~ The Boyz Social Media AU ~ 👾🎮

"Twitching" is a British term used to mean "the pursuit of a previously located rare bird." In North America it is more often called chasing...

Pairings: Changmin x Reader, Sunwoo x Reader

Warnings: 17+, language, some smut in later chapters, fuckboy!sunwoo 😉

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Word Count: 3.1k (I am SO sorry... although I'm kind of not bc I lowkey love this chapter) Warnings: Mature content, may involve maStUrBaTioN, a whole lot of embarrassment and Chanhee having the time of his goddamn life bc its not him in the awkward situation for once 🙃

You sighed, dropping your unreasonably heavy camera bag on the table as you walked into the living room, Chanhee in close pursuit looking equally as tired. You’d spent several long hours at a shoot for a new project you’d been hired to do and had come back to the boys’ apartment to do some editing before you called it quits for the day.

“Should we order food now?” You called out as Chanhee went to his room to unload his gear and fetch his macbook for editing. You knew you needed to work but you hadn’t eaten since the morning and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of takeout food swirling around in your head. “Mm, the Chinese?” Chanhee replied sitting down across the table. “Can you go and ask Changmin if he wants anything while I set this up? He’s probably in his room.”

You nodded happily, perking up at the prospect of food and left Chanhee to upload the photos from the day whilst you went off in search of Changmin. He wasn’t in their gaming room as you walked by so you continued down the corridor towards his room. As you neared his door you could hear a murmur, and coming to a stop outside the room you recognised your name being called by Changmin, only it was ever so quiet, barely audible through the wood of the door, so you figured maybe it was just him registering your presence. Assuming he’d realised you were there, you swung the door open not quite expecting the scene that was presented before you. Changmin was sat on his bed, propped up against the pillows with his lips parted, hair hanging low in front of his eyes, and scanning further down you saw that his sweatpants were bunched low on his hips as his hand gripped what appeared to be a very hard erection. You let out a shriek as you realised what you had stumbled upon, immediately slamming the door back shut and racing down the corridor before Changmin even had chance to react.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You repeated it like a mantra, your heart pounding from the shock as you slid back into the living room and into your chair opposite New. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Chanhee asked in bewilderment looking at you as though you’d just committed the 7 deadly sins. “I should have knocked!” you squeaked burying your face in your palms in total, unfathomed embarrassment. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, but the image of Changmin’s hand wrapped snugly around his length, pleasuring himself as he uttered your name was well and truly burned into your brain.

“What? Why?” Chanhee asked, a puzzled expression forming from his features. “He- oh my word- he was- touchi- Ugh I can’t say it!” you whined. “He wasn’t…? Oh my god...” Eventually realising what had happened, a hysterical fit of laughter erupted from your best friends throat as you hid behind your hands, your cheeks most definitely flushed with the brightest pink. “Oh my god that idiot” Chanhee cackled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the sheer force of his laughter. You sank down in your chair a pained smile on your face as you couldn’t help but be affected by Chanhee’s reaction. “Chanhee what am I gonna do? I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!” You wailed, the howling starting to dye down as Chanhee regained his composure. “Not my problem” Chanhee teased. “I’ll make it your problem” you replied stroppily, whacking him lightly on the arm in annoyance. “Ow!” Chanhee clutched his arm in feigned pain before proceeding to laugh at you once again. “It’s not funny Chanhee! This is so awkward!”

You had by now gotten over the initial shock of seeing one of your longest friends exposed like that, and now you were wondering how the hell you were gonna get over the awkwardness of the situation. But most of all, you were wondering why the hell he’d been moaning your name of all names and what that meant. Not that you were going to mention that to New. That would open a whole new can of worms and lead this conversation down a whole new road that you didn’t particularly want to explore, as well as give Chanhee even more ammunition for further teasing.

“That’s exactly why it IS funny.” Chanhee chided, whipping his phone out, presumably either to tease Changmin or get the Chinese menu up, or both. “Guess he won’t be joining us for the Chinese then?” You rolled your eyes at Chanhee’s teasing (though also legitimate) question. “Well it’s not like I stuck around to ask.” You crossed your arms as you gave Chanhee a warning glare. “Fine, I’ll ask him then.” He said, and your phone lit up on the table a moment later – of course he’d mentioned it in your group chat.

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Changmin had heard Chanhee’s cackling from his room at the other end of the apartment and had been mentally cursing for the duration, his face perhaps an even brighter shade of scarlet than yours. Of all of the awkward things to happen, the girl he liked and one of his best friends walking in while he was halfway to climax thinking about her had to be the most unfortunate. Firstly there was the problem of how he’d ever look you in the eye again, but secondly was the problem that remained below his waistline. You walking in hadn’t helped that of course. If it had been Chanhee or Kevin walking in, his stiffness would have gone in a split second, but despite the embarrassment of what had just happened, his length remained taut against his boxers which he’d quickly pulled back up in shock after your momentary appearance. He was no longer in the mood to continue, too worried about what you might be thinking, so he decided his only option was to go for a cold shower in the hope that that might fix it.

Before he had the chance to hop in however, his phone buzzed, showing a text from New. He groaned as he read the older boys words, knowing that he’d never live this down whining again when he realised the texts were sent not just to him but to your group chat. Thankfully Changmin had already eaten, although he wouldn’t mind a bit of Chinese, but given the current awkwardness he decided to pass up on the offer for food. He would probably be able to face you later but if he ordered food he’d have to sit with you to eat it, and the embarrassment was stilll far too fresh for that to be a comfortable affair, so he quickly typed out his reply and hopped in the shower to deal with the problem beneath his pants.

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An hour or so later you and Chanhee had just about finished your editing for the day and were tucking into your food, but you still hadn’t heard a peep out of Changmin. You sighed, finishing your bowl of jajangmyeon, feeling a little guilty that Changmin wasn’t sharing in the joys of your takeout food, all because you’d been dumb enough not to knock. “Hm maybe I should take him something” you sighed looking across all the cartons of food you’d ordered. Maybe he had actually eaten already, but there was so much, and you were sure he’d like some. “You’re not going to eat all that are you?” You asked Chanhee, nodding to the half full box of kkanpunggi in the middle. Chanhee just shrugged. “You sure you want to go back in there?” He sniggered as he asked the question, deliberately trying to provoke you. “No I am not, but I’m not going to avoid him forever just because I’ve seen his dick” you declared defiantly, making Chanhee almost spit out his boba as he doubled over in laughter. However awkward you were feeling, you’d have to face each other eventually. Normally you wouldn’t be so thrown off by something like this, for instance, you’d once accidentally walked in on Kevin going at it with someone one time when you’d stayed over at Sunwoo’s, but you’d just greeted it with an ew and laughed about it later. The only thing that had you feeling so utterly flustered was the sound of him uttering your name whilst he was clearly having some ‘time to himself’, but since you figured he wouldn’t necessarily be aware you’d heard that, you decided you’d be able to brush it off for now and pretend like everything was just peachy.

“Well just remember to knock this time” Chanhee quipped as you stood up, taking the box of spicy garlic fried chicken with you, picking up some of the spare chopsticks the restaurant had sent too. You grinned sarcastically at Chanhee, your eyes silently telling him he was an asshole, before disappearing off down the hall to Changmin’s room, praying that he’d be fully tucked into his pants this time. “Changmin? Can I come in?” you called as you knocked tentatively on his door. You heard some shuffling and low muttering before he answered with an uncertain “sure”.

Swinging the door open for the second time this evening you were relieved to see Changmin perched on his bed, fully clothed with an xbox controller in his lap and his headset to the side of him. You saw the overwatch character select screen flickering brightly on his tv screen too so you could only assume he was playing online with someone. “Oh you’re playing? Who’s on?” you asked quietly as you walked a couple of steps into the room, the carton of kkanpunggi still in hand. “Uh, just Eric.” Changmin replied, his eyes darting around the room as he struggled to make eye contact with you, for understandable reasons. “Hi Eric!” You sang loudly so he could hear you through the microphone. Though it was quiet, only coming from Changmin’s headset you heard a faint chuckle and Eric’s voice returning the greeting. “I brought you some kkanpunggi, I thought you might like some, it’s really good” you said, turning your attention back to the boy actually in the room.

Changmin’s expression softened watching as you stood there, proudly holding up the box of chicken and chopsticks. Even after what happened you were still thoughtful enough to bring him nice food so he wouldn’t miss out. What he wouldn’t give to be able to just pull you onto his lap and feed one other the delicious food, cleaning up any stray sauce with kisses. In his dreams he thought.

“Awh how come he gets chicken?” Eric whined through the headphones pulling Changmin out of his daydream. “KEVIN-HYUNG CAN WE GET CHICKEN?!” The sudden loudness of the younger boy through the headphones made you giggle, and you shared an amused look with Changmin. As bizarre as it was though, you were rather grateful for Eric’s random inputs which actually seemed to have the effect of relieving some of the tension in the room.

“Yah be quiet! I’m not even wearing my headphones and that hurt my ears!” Changmin called towards his headset shutting the younger boy up with an insincere sorry. “Oh it smells good, thank you y/n!” Changmin smiled sweetly at you as you placed the box down on the side table next to his bed. “That’s okay!” You replied, moving a few steps away again before looking nervously towards Changmin’s headset. You wanted to apologise for your earlier intrusion to get it out of the way, but you definitely didn’t want Eric to be witness to that, so you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Oh um, so I’ll be leaving in a bit, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, I um- I should probably have knocked before I came in.”

Changmin could feel the heat rising in his cheeks being reminded of the earlier incident and although his hair mostly covered it, the tips of his ears were now definitely a blazing pink. “Oh-“ He was frankly a little stuck for words. He’d been sat in his room for the better part of an hour rehearsing what he might say to you in his head, but now you’d come in here to apologise, with chicken no less, he didn’t really have an answer for you. “Uh- it’s okay,” he mumbled. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Before it could get too awkward however, you snickered as you heard Eric and Kevin clearly having an argument about chicken faintly through the headphones still laying next to Changmin and you thanked your lucky stars that they evidently weren’t listening to you and Changmin’s awkward exchange. “Well I promise I’ll knock next time.” Changmin chuckled, running a hand sheepishly through his hair as you moved back toward the door. “I’ll let you get back to the game if those two ever stop arguing, I’ll see you later yeah?”

Changmin nodded and said goodbye as you slipped out to return to the dining table where New sat, a mischievous glint in his eye as he grinned at you. “On a scale of 1 to Eric talking to girls, just how awkward was he?” He asked, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. “Shut up New” you scoffed as you began picking up the empty food cartons to throw in the trash. This little shit was gonna milk this out for as long as possible and you weren’t here for it. “Well at least you didn’t scream and run out this time” he bantered, only to be met with a look of pure contempt from you as he passed you one of the empty food containers. “I am this close to pouring this black bean sauce all over that new balenciaga t-shirt Chanhee” you threatened holding out a carton that had the remains of some sauce wobbling about in the bottom. Chanhee jumped back covering his shirt with his hands, knowing that it wasn’t an empty threat from another time he’d pissed you off and you threw half a cup of peach tea all over him. It was a waste of the tea, but he’d had it coming. “That’s what I thought.” You proclaimed before disappearing into the kitchen to dispose of the containers.

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On your way home your head was filled with all kinds of thoughts about what you’d unintentionally just witnessed. All you really wanted to do was relax after a long day of work and carrying heavy equipment around, but all you could think about was your name on Changmin’s lips and what the hell it meant. Was it just an accident? Or if it wasn’t, did that confirm everything that Kevin had been telling you? Did Changmin really like you? There had been an undeniable vibe between you for the past few weeks, what with the increasing amount of time you spent together and the intimate moment on the roof last night, but until this weekend, you hadn’t thought about it much, your mind largely preoccuppied with your anger towards Sunwoo.

Your mind flipped through your memories with Changmin as you sat on the tube, trying to make sense of everything, and as you did so, it dawned on you. Kevin was right. Changmin liked you. Perhaps that was even what he had tried to tell you the previous night before Jeju had abruptly cut him off. You recalled all the times Changmin had sat with you and listened to you rant about Sunwoo, the way he’d been so angry the day after that one fateful party, and how he’d always been there waiting for you with a hug when you were down. It was a wonder you’d never realised it before. Perhaps Changmin’s warm presence in your life had just become so natural you never thought anything of it, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this wasn’t just two friends looking out for eachother. No, it was more than that.

You felt a heat in your chest as you processed this revelation, trying to make sense of your own feelings. You adored Changmin, but then who didn’t? The way his dimples made him look like the sweetest angel whenever he smiled, the way his eyes lit up whenever he discovered something really interesting, the way he couldn’t stop himself from giggling even at the most inappropriate moments. It was impossible not to like him. But then not everybody knew him like you. They didn’t have your relationship. Changmin had always been there for you, even though it was Chanhee you called your best friend and Sunwoo he called his. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed – when to give you space, when to give you hugs or when to make you laugh so hard you cried. Upon reflection, there was no one who came close to making you feel as happy and comfortable as Changmin did. You couldn’t think of a single occasion he hadn’t made you smile and you slowly began to realise… Was it possible… that you liked him too?

Then the thoughts of Sunwoo swarmed your mind. Did he know Changmin was into you? No of course not. They weren’t on the best of terms right now but you imagined it would be a hell of a lot worse if he did know his best friend was infatuated with his ex-girlfriend. If anything were to happen between you and Changmin, Sunwoo would be outraged for certain. But maybe that was what he deserved. He’d lost the right to an opinion on your life when he tried to get back with you by sleeping with you when you were drunk. Although perhaps falling for his best friend was a little far…

You leaned your head back against the glass of the subway train, sighing as your mind replayed the memory of Changmin’s breathless expression as his hand gripped his manhood. You kind of wished it would stop, not wanting the embarrassment of getting so worked up in public, but you just couldn’t tear your thoughts away from it. After your newfound revelation, you were getting dangerously close to imagining what had been happening before you walked in, and what sort of things he might have been thinking of doing – you nearly missed your stop in your dazed state but thankfully the announcement pulled you out of your thoughts and you rushed to the doors just in time to hop off before they closed and the train sped off into the distance, away from you and your insurmountable dilemma.

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[heyheyloki]

Yours

“Summary: Loki struggles to tell the reader ‘I love you’.

Loki x M!Reader

Word Count: 3005

Inspired by the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Romanic love was never in the cards when it came to the God of Mischief, Loki. He knew that, and so did everyone else. He never dwelled on the thought much since he had other priorities with taking over Earth, losing his mother, and dealing with his idiotic brother. However, now in the Avenger’s Tower, he had all the time in the world. Time that he spent thinking about you. 

You were Stark’s assistant when it came to helping out around the Tower rather within Stark Industries. Tony was always messing with Loki if he ever stared at you for too long or if the two of you got lost within conversation to even notice how much time has even passed. Loki never let those comments get to him, in the beginning, at least. Now, it felt like he used his own dagger and stabbed the god through his icy heart that slowly started to thaw thanks to you. 

Thor was the first one to notice, and sadly, the only one. Loki hoped no one would catch on, but for once he wished someone other than his brother noticed his change since he wasn’t someone Loki wanted to take advice from givin’ his failed relationship with Jane Foster.

“Just confess to him, brother!” Thor whispered under his breath in the kitchen, making sure to notice if anyone was about to enter. “It’s easy to tell that the Midgardian adores you.”

Loki tried his best to keep the wanting smile from popping onto his lips. “I’m not sure. Perhaps you’re reading him wrong.”

Thor laughed. “If anyone was easier to read, brother, it would be [Name].”

Loki’s head tilted in confusion. He wasn’t to sure if Thor was trying to sooth his doubts or mock him for not noticing your signals sooner. Still, was there even any signals to begin with?

Just as Loki was about to let his words slip past his lips, Thor immediately noticed a body turning the corner and when he knew who it was a coy smirk inched on his lips as he greeted the person with a joyous, “Good afternoon, [Name]! Stark isn’t working you too hard, I hope.”

Loki bit his tongue, his body quickly turning around to stare into your eyes. He noticed how tired you looked right away, after all, the dark circles under them were a dead giveaway. You haven’t been sleeping much, if any at all thanks to your job and more so who you work for. However, it was as if that look of tiredness that shield your gaze was replaced with fondness as soon as your eyes landed on him.

“Afternoon to the both of you as well,” you hummed out in a groggy voice as if you just woke up. Thor didn’t seem to mind, but when Loki heard the deepened voice he felt as if his feet were suddenly nailed to ground as he was forced to feel the jolt run up and down his spine. “I just wanted to get coffee, sorry if I’m interrupting.”

“You aren’t.” Loki coughed out, his voice subtle and low under his breath.

You nodded, walking your body over to the fridge. However, as you passed Loki you placed your hand on his shoulder and slowly let it trail as your fingers ghosted his body.

Thor saw the entire thing and couldn’t help but elbow his brother in the side, the force enough to make a human groan but to Loki, it was normal. The God of Mischief knew exactly what his brother was signaling him to do, and sadly while he hoped to do this action in private, he supposed this time was better than any other. Besides, right now you were tired enough not to overreact if things went south. 

So, Loki took a deep breath in, his lungs filling up with pure, cool oxygen before releasing it whole when you turned back to him with a drink at your lips. 

“Let me be your coffee pot.”

The room froze for a moment, and Loki couldn’t help but feel his heart race with anticipation and embarrassment. That was wrong. He said the wrong thing. He prayed for a second that maybe you didn’t hear him, or ask him to repeat that. But once he saw one of your brows tilt up in confusion, he knew you heard him. Loud and clear. There was no getting out of this one.

“My.. coffee pot?” You hummed. “What about it?”

Thor could quickly see this entire thing was going south, so, as the brother he was, he came to save Loki from his idiotic act. He swiftly threw his arm around his brother’s shoulders, the action causing Loki to gaze over at his brother in confusion. However, that wasn’t the thing on Thor’s mind. Saving his brother from losing his chance to truly confess to you.

“Your coffee pot, yes, uh, well, you see,” Thor tried to say, thinking about whatever excuse he could. Thankfully for him, a certain millionaire playboy soon walked in. However, it wasn’t so good for Tony. “Ah, yes! Stark, he broke your coffee pot.”

“Huh?” Tony asked at the entrance, everyone now having their eyes on him. “What the hell are you talking about, point break?”

Luckily for Thor, you were too tired to even consider that he was lying or try to even believe your boss. Your eyes were cold and distant as you looked at Tony, a look Loki hoped to never receive from you. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what? I didn’t touch your stuff.” Tony tried to defend. It was useless against this side of you.

Your hand placed down the glass of water that cleared your throat and slowly began to walk up to the famous Tony Stark. While he may be your boss and you his assistant, the two of you had a close relationship to the point where you didn’t even act professional around him unless it was at a gathering or with SHIELD officials around. 

“You owe me coffee, now, Stark.” You growled. It was as if some other demon took over your body when everyone heard that. 

On that day, Tony Stark had no plans to die. So, in an attempt to live, he immediately put on his suit and went to the nearest coffee shop. He was gracefully spared that day. 

Loki’s next attempt was three days later. The two of you were comfortably sitting next to one another on the couch. He had a book that he was slowly finishing while you snacked on some cookies and flipped through the many tv stations before finding something that was up to your standard. Although, that didn’t last very long. 

Loki wasn’t paying much attention to you until he heard the deafening quietness that surrounded the two of you. Finally, he lifted his head up to notice you had turned off the tv, your eyes gazing up at the ceiling as you seemed to ponder something. 

“Something wrong?” He asked, his eyes watching your connect with his own.

“I’m bored, and frankly, I don’t see anything good on tv.” You admitted. Loki was about to suggest something you could do until you suddenly blurted out, “what are you reading?”

Loki paused. His eyes moving from you to the book and then back to you. “Something that Banner lent me. It’s nothing tricky, just a Midgardin fantasy.”

Your head leaned over to see the cover, a small smile inching on your lips before asking with an amused tone, “Alice in Wonderland?”

“Don’t mock it, it’s very entertaining.” Loki defended. While it was true he enjoyed the book so far, he wasn’t expecting the weight in the couch to shift. Forget about feeling your shoulder brush his own as you leaned in to get a look at the inside of his book. 

“I’m not. I enjoyed it a lot as a kid.” You hummed out before slowly easing your head onto Loki’s shoulder. “Read to me.”

The God’s eyes trailed down to your face, the way you so effortlessly moved into him without fear was something that caused Loki to have to clear his throat before reading where he left off. His words came out smoother the more he read since his mind focused on relaxing thanks to your easy breathing. Though, anytime you moved closer into him or just to get more comfortable, he mumbled his words so you didn’t hear his stuttering.

“Loki.” His name coming from your lips was enchanting on its own, but when it come from a more sleepy tone he flew to cloud nine. 

“Yes?” He questioned.

“I have a free day at noon tomorrow,” you explained. “Let’s hang out.”

Loki nodded, his mind wishing that perhaps something more could come out of tomorrow. Secrets were Loki’s trait. Yet, the secrets he’s been hiding in his heart have been harder to hide than he originally thought.

“Alright then, tomorrow.”

The next day, Loki waited in his room anxiously. You told him that you’d get him around noon, 12pm, now it closing to 1pm. As the clock ticked ever closer to later in the day, Loki took matters into his own hands made his way towards the lab Stark had stuck you in. He didn’t plan to be rude when he got there, but just give you a friendly reminder of the plans you both set up yesterday. When he turned the corner, his lips parted to speak. However, just as he was about to get some words out, he swallowed them back down.

His eyes watched as you. You were so close to Tony’s body that it psychically hurt, though, what made it worse was the way your fingers were undoing each of Tony’s buttons on his shirt slowly. The one thing that Loki couldn’t seem to pull away from was the look in Stark’s eyes though. It was almost the same exact way Loki caught himself staring at you. Stark’s eyes just happened to hold more lust in them in the moment. 

“You can do this on your own, yanno,” you huffed out. “I have other things to do today than babysit you.”

“Now what could be more important than me?” Tony asked, his head leaning to the side a bit.

“If you must know, I have plans with Loki.” You confessed. “I was supposed to meet him an hour ago, but you just had to get hurt.”

“I’m sure he’ll get over it.” 

You didn’t respond to that. Instead, you opened his shirt all the way to see all the small cuts and forming black and blue bruises about his upper body. He went out with the suit on his own to fix up some structures for the people of New York City, however, one thing led to another and a piece of equipment ended up crushing the top half of his suit. 

“Just be gentle with me.” Tony said with a forming smirk when you began to fix him up. You could hear some hissing from your boss when you used rubbing alcohol to clean his cuts. Other than that, he was quiet. The most quiet he’s been in years. 

“What? No witty or dirty remarks for me?” You asked in an amused tone. You were joking, of course, but it seems that didn’t register with the man. 

When you raised your head, Tony’s eyes were already locked with yours. You froze for a moment at the look directed at you. It was familiar and yet uncomfortable all at once. It took all of your attention to the point where you didn’t notice Tony’s hand lace in your hair until you felt him carefully push it forward. He was asking, begging for your permission.

You paused for a moment and hoped your eyes were playing a trick on you. After all, to you, Tony Stark was a close friend of yours, and that’s how you’d like it to stay.

You eased your hands onto Tony’s chest before giving him a gentle push. You didn’t need to say anything. Tony was many things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them, so, he slowly began to untangle his fingers from your locks. 

“I’m sorry,” you uttered as you brought your hands back at your sides. “I just, uh, like someone else.”

Tony let out an awkward, forced cough to clear this throat. His words coming out low, “Right, well, let’s just forget about this then, okay?”

You started at him as a soft smile tugged at the edges of your lips. “Sure.”

When you finished up helping Tony, you made your way over towards Loki’s chambers. You knew you were late and hoped he’d forgive you with an offering of a sleepover in his room. You were supposed to go out into the city today, but thought this would be better and more of his style. Besides, most of the people here are still not welcoming of the God thanks to the attack he led in 2012. 

As you approached the door and tried to turn it, you noticed it was locked. Confusion printed on your face before banging your knuckles against the wood lightly. “Loki? It’s me.”

Nothing. It was quiet, silent.

Your brows furrowed as you asked, “I know you’re in there, why won’t you answer the door?”

It was a moment before a voice came through, and thank god you kept quiet. Otherwise, you don’t believe you would have heard him say, “Just go back to Stark, I’m sure he would rather your company.”

The tone in his voice was obvious. You were no fool. His voice was seething with jealousy, envy, and rage. He saw.

“You were there, weren’t you?” Your words may have come off as a question, but both of you knew regardless if he lied. You knew the truth. 

It was a second or two longer before the door swung open suddenly. Now, face to face with Loki, you could see the hurt he was trying to cover up. His long, black hair was a messy and his clothes were all wrinkled. 

“Hey,” you stated lowly as you inched closer to him. His eyes never coming off of you for a second. “Let’s talk about this.”

Loki paused, the look in his eyes uneasy to you. “I disagree.”

The God of Mischief turned swiftly and walked back towards his bed, sitting on the edge of it as you carefully entered his room and shut the door behind you so the both of you could finally get some privacy. 

“Open communication was never my family’s forte.” Loki admitted with a smug tone of voice as he locked his hands together while his elbows rested on his thighs. 

You leaned your head as you slowly approached the god. It was dangerous, you know, but you had to prove to Loki that you and Tony was never going to happen. Words are meaningless without action to back them up, after all.

“Fine,” you stated. “Then I’ll start.”

With that, all of Loki’s attention was drawn to you as you inched ever so closer to the God of Mischief before stopping in front of him. You were so close that if he just extended his hand and pulled you, you’d be sitting on his lap. However, he didn’t need to do a thing because you did it all on your own. 

You carefully moved his hands up and untangled them before holding them on your waist, your legs bending to bring you square on Loki’s lap. Your hands slowly released his own as the both of you kept silent eye contact, watching each other as you made every single action slower than it needed to be. Your hands slowly began to ride up his chest, a sensation that you noticed caused some color to form on Loki’s cheeks. Your touch only ended when your hands locked with each other behind Loki’s neck.

Loki’s eyes examined every inch of your frame. “What are you doing?”

You leaned your head to the side as if you didn’t understand the question. “Tony and I are just friends.”

For some reason, those words angered the god further. The only show of it, truly, was the sudden and harsher grip he took on your waist. You moved your body instantly at his action, though, it was easily his biggest mistake when you notice him take a hard and large gulp.

Your body slowly began to heat up as the situation started to slowly become clear in your clouded mind. It wasn’t like you did this for just anyone, nor did you have to justify what happened with Tony since you weren’t spoken for. However, for him, you’d do anything. It was like this spell that overtook your most basic senses and made you reckless to the point where you’d do something like this so casually. 

“Don’t lie to me.” Loki growled. “I know what I saw.”

“He was being an idiot and ended up getting hurt.” You began to explain. “I was just cleaning him up, I am his assistant after all.”

Loki stared deep into your eyes as you felt one of his hands slowly began to ride up your back. “I don’t like it.”

“What? Me being his assistant?” You asked.

Loki nodded.

“You’re going to have to get over it. I’ve had this job before I met you, plus, it’s the only reason why I even know you all in the first place.” You hummed as you leaned down, slowly closing the distance that almost felt suffocating with all this heat swirling around your body.

“Are you telling me to be grateful to Stark after he touched you like this?” Loki questioned as you felt his hand start to play with the back of your hair, lightly taking a fist full from time to time.

“You don’t own me, Loki.” You reminded him. “I don’t have any obligations to anyone.”

He paused as you noticed the God now focusing solely on your lips. “Shall I change that?”

A small smile couldn’t help but slowly inch across your face. It was one thing to be throwing hints at someone constantly, but it was another for that someone to be so direct and yet teasing that it made your stomach do backflips. 

“Yes.”

[tiffdawg]

Control

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 617

Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW – Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), ass play, handcuffs, slight dom/sub vibes, switch!Paz. 18+ only.

A/N: I promised @huliabitch a follow up to Furious ages ago. I only hope it lives up to her expectations. Okay gotta go get ready for class because its 1pm on a Wednesday 😅

You pulled off your husband’s thick length, a trial of saliva still connecting you, and made a show of licking your lips for him. There was nothing quite like the salty, tangy taste of him, but as much as you liked it when he came down your throat, you weren’t nearly finished with him yet. Paz was a warrior, but you’d conquered his heart. It did something to you to have a Mandalorian at your mercy. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relieve the aching throb of your neglected cunt, but that night wasn’t about you. It was about Paz

You drank in the sight of him, wanting to commit every detail of this moment to memory in case it was the only time it happened. Although, you suspected it wouldn’t be. With half-lidded eyes, Paz looked lost in a haze of pleasure. His broad chest, glistening with sweat, heaved as he strained against the cuffs magnetized to the ship’s hull with a groan.

“Hey,” you reprimanded gently, keeping your voice low and calm, “don’t hurt yourself, love.”  This was new for him still. You moved up his body, straddling his waist and letting him feel how wet you were. How good this was for you too. You place a lingering kiss on his plush lips, and he followed you as best as he could when you parted. You smiled at the sight as you ran a hand across his cheek. “You’re being so good for me. I think you deserve a reward for that.”

“As if you haven’t spoiled me already, cyare” he said breathlessly even as a cocky smirk graced his handsome features. His eyes shone — an intoxicating mix of love and lust. You trailed kisses across his cheekbone down to his soft spot under his jaw where you felt his pulse hammering in his veins. Nibbling lightly there, you asked, “how do you want to cum?”

There was a deep rumbling in his chest as he thought over his answer. “I want you to take it from me.”

You perked up at that. That was the game wasn’t it? This was a reversal of roles. He always pulled the greatest pleasure out of you. Always instinctively knew what you needed. You suddenly knew exactly what he wanted, even if it wasn’t what he was asking for. “Be a good boy and wait right here.”

You hopped off the cot, intent on dashing to your old room as quickly as possible. “It’s not like I can go anywhere, cyare!” he called after you with a rich laugh.

A few minutes later, you returned with a dildo and harness and a bottle of lube. His brows practically meet his hairline. You smiled, excitement coursing through your veins, as you repositioned yourself between his parted legs on the bed.

“Have you ever...”

“No.” 

His answer surprised you. “I thought you’d been with men.”

“I was always on top,” he said darkly.

“Of course.” You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

You pushed his heavy legs toward his chest, bending him practically in half and exposing him to you. You knew how vulnerable this position made you feel, and you wanted to give that to him too. To let him know he was safe in your hands. Deciding to start slow, you teasingly tracing your tongue around his puckered hole. He practically whimpered.

“Do you want more?” you asked, voice low and husky.

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” 

“Please,” he said through gritted teeth.

As you slid a single digit inside, you tore a ragged, desperate moan straight from his lungs. “Oh, my sweet husband,” you simpered,” this is going to be so much fun.”

[womenstan]

I See You When You Run From The Light (within your eyes) - Chapter 3

Ao3 Title : The end of the line Chapter :

When he woke up, the first thing Robbe felt was warmth. It was all-enveloping, seeping through his every muscle. He felt so relaxed and at peace that he found himself wishing he’d never have to get out of bed. Just lay there forever wrapped up in the covers that were hugging him close. He snuggled a little deeper, trying to get a hold of the covers to bring them closer to his body, only to lay his hand on something far too hard to be silk.

Robbe’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he tried patting the surface, trying to understand what was thrown over his stomach, but feeling far too lazy to open up his eyes and be attacked by the sun rays.

“Why are you feeling up my arm?” A voice chuckled, deep, next to his ear.

Robbe startled, opening both his eyes at once, only to lay his eyes on the blonde body next to him. Sander, of course . He’d forgotten they’d both gone back to his place after the party last night, Sander insisting until Robbe caved under his adorable mimics.

Laughing, Robbe switched to softly caressing Sander’s arms, making him smile softly. “Royal secret. If I told you, they’d have to kill you.” He said, trying to sound serious, but ending up barely containing his laughter.

Sander snorted, playing along. “They? Do you have body guards then?”

“Oh yes, only the best ones in the whole country. From the King’s own personal army!”

Sander smirked, in that way that told you he was about to crack a joke he was particularly proud of. He lifted his hand up, bringing it on Robbe’s biceps, “Good, there’s no way you’d be able to defend yourself with such small arms anyways.”

Robbe scoffed indignantly, swatting Sander’s hand away. “Me? Small arms? I’ll show you small arms”, Robbe said, before launching himself on top of Sander, trying to immobilize him. Sander laughed, pushing back. They kept pushing at each other for a while until Robbe decided to show off a little.

In one swift motion, he got one leg over Sander’s hips, effectively straddling him and preventing him from moving away. Sander let out a small gasp of surprise and Robbe used that momentary confusion as an opportunity to grab both his wrists and pin them down to the mattress.

Chest heaving, Robbe smiled, lowering himself over Sander, pressing his arms further into the covers. Sander was panting too, even more so than Robbe was.

“Still think I’m too weak to defend myself?” Robbe teased, proudly.

While Robbe had been expecting more teasing, Sander’s face softened and he relaxed his body under Robbe’s. “I think you’re perfect.”

The fondness in Sander’s voice took Robbe by surprise and, for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond. If it’d been anyone else… but it wasn’t. This was Sander and he was like this, always affectionate and saying things like this without realizing what they sounded like.

So, Robbe laughed, brushing the remark aside with a soft ‘idiot’, which only made Sander’s smile widden. He rolled off of him, laying back on the bed and sighing deeply.

“I don’t want to get up, like, ever.” Turning his head towards Sander, he added, “Can we just stay here forever?”

Much to Robbe’s confusion, Sander shook his head. “No way”

Getting up on one elbow and turning his whole body towards Sander, Robbe asked, “What? Why not?”

Sander didn’t answer at first, throwing his feet off the bed and onto the floor. He got up and turned towards Robbe expectantly.  When he didn’t hear any sound coming from Robbe, Sander threw his hands up in exasperation, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“ Because , Robin, I’m going to make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had”

Robbe hesitated, chuckling slightly in case it’d been a joke, but Sander seemed dead serious, extending an arm towards Robbe.

“Allez, come”

Robbe sighed, putting his hand in Sander’s and letting himself be tugged up. “Sander…”

Robbe’s whining didn’t deter Sander however, as he led them to the kitchen.

“Ok, get me a pan, some bread and, hm… Ah! Cheese” Sander said, dropping Robbe’s hand in favour of feeling around on the counter to find the stove.

Robbe squinted his eyes at him, slightly worried this wasn’t going to end well. “Sander… Can you even… Like, since you can’t…?”

Sander turned towards Robbe. “Since I can’t see? I’m twenty years old, Robbe, I’ve used a stove before. Don’t worry, just get me the ingredients, you’ll see.”

Still uncertain, Robbe walked slowly towards the cabinets, bringing one over to Sander.

“Ok, I’m going to trust you Sander, but if you burn down the apartment, I’m telling Milan it was your fault” Robbe added, only half-jokingly.

Sander waved him off, before starting the stove.

After a while, Robbe caught onto what Sander was making him.

“Croques? Really? Is that even breakfast food?”

Sander tutted him disapprovingly. “Robbe, everything can be breakfast food if you eat it at breakfast.”

“I don’t think that’s how this works Sander, but whatever you say…” Robbe teased, sitting up on the counter next to where Sander was cooking.

Sander sighed, reaching for a knife and cutting the first croque in half. He took it in his left hand, reaching it out to Robbe. “Stop complaining and try this”

“I’m not even com-” Robbe began, before being interrupted by Sander quite literally shoving the croque into his mouth. He made a noise of complaint, but bit into it anyway, determined to scold Sander immediately after.

Only, as soon as he began to chew, Robbe felt his taste buds explode with joy. The flavour was perfect, the crispiness impeccable, every single bite into the food felt like a whole experience of its own. Robbe couldn’t help but let out a very satisfied hum, making Sander’s face beam with pride.

“Good, right?” He said, clearly already aware of the answer.

Robbe finished swallowing his bite before he answered, sounding bewildered. “Good? Sander, I’m convinced this is the best croque ever made”

Sander blushed a little under the compliment, dipping his head downwards. “I mean, I told you I wasn’t going to fuck this up”

Robbe smiled, extending his arm to ruffle Sander’s hair fondly. “I know, I’m sorry for doubting you. My mind is truly blown right now. I’m going to force you to come over every day to make me breakfast from now on”

Sander only raised his head, softly letting out a “Anytime”.

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The rest of his weekend passed by in a happy blur, his time spent between joking around with Sander and catching up on his homework. But, as all things do, monday eventually came around the corner, and with it came university.

In all fairness, this time, something else was exceeding his dread of having to go to class: the thought of seeing Noor.

She’d been texting him all weekend, but he’d managed to ignore her easily enough by staying busy. In school though, it would be a lot harder to avoid her.

The worst thing was that he knew he’d promised Sander he would break up with Noor. And it made sense: all they did lately was argue and get mad at each other. So, the problem wasn’t that Robbe didn’t think they should break up, but rather that he would do literally anything to avoid confrontation.

He hated it more than anything else. He didn’t want to hurt Noor, although he supposed ignoring all of her messages and calls was probably also hurting her. If he’d listen to himself, he would simply fire her a breakup text to get it over with, but he wasn’t that shitty.

So, while he was trying to gather the courage to walk up to her and get this over with, his plan was to avoid seeing her at all cost. The good thing about them being together for a while was that he pretty much knew her schedule by now, so he could try to take alternate paths to his classes or hang-out in different spots during his breaks.

It wasn’t exactly convenient, but it wouldn’t be for long anyway. Robbe was going to break up with Noor soon enough and then everything would go back to usual. Or, well, almost everything.

At least, that’s what he told himself Monday, as he had to take a five minutes long detour to get to his first class just so he wouldn’t run into Noor, who had a class next to him.

Coincidentally, it’s also what he told himself Tuesday. He was going to hang out with the guys in the cafeteria for lunch, as they had a common break. Only, as he’d made his way towards the cafeteria, he’d seen Noor exiting the girl’s bathroom and walking in the same direction. He’d quickly fired a text to the boys with a dumb excuse about having forgotten a textbook at home and ran the other way. He ate outside.

On Wednesday, Robbe had been determined to do it. He’d even drafted a little ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech the night before. So, he was ready, right? Except, he’d barely made two steps in Noor’s direction before he was stopped by Yasmina who needed him now , and ‘ no, Robbe, it can’t wait ’.

Turns out one of her friends was into Aaron - which, really? Aaron? - and they needed Robbe to subtly figure out if Aaron could be interested too.

“Yasmina, it’s Aaron . As long as she’s got two eyes and a heartbeat, I’m pretty sure he’ll be up for it.” Robbe sighed, trying not to appear as aggravated as he was. Seriously, did she need to have such a shit timing?

That led him to Thursday, at which point Robbe was almost convinced the universe was against this break up. He’d waited for her before his first class, but to no avail, as she didn’t even show up.

They had one break in common that day, around 1pm, but Thursday afternoons were reserved to hang out with Sander, and Robbe was not about to cancel on him just so he could break up with Noor. So, Robbe decided it would have to wait until friday, as he threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the library where he knew Sander was waiting.

Robbe stopped at the tiny student coffee shop on his campus, ordering for both Sander and him. While he waited in line, he quickly shot Sander a text message to let him know he was done with his class and on his way to him, smiling dumbly at Sander’s answering ‘:D’.

He’d been so busy between school, first trying to avoid Noor, and then trying to find her, that he’d barely had time to text Sander since the weekend, let alone see him. He was glad they could still honour their Thursday tradition, just the two of them hanging out without having to worry about anything - or anyone - else.

The barista handed Robbe the two cups and Robbe hurried to the table where he knew Sander would already be sitting, all of his books and material spread over the table. Sander would probably be hunched over some paper, drawing, that concentrated look on his face. He would slightly stick his tongue out, sitting in between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed and his hair falling in front of his face. Robbe had to admit it was quite the sight.

At first, Robbe had wondered how Sander could be an artist, seeing as he was blind. He’d always just assumed blind people had no way to draw, since they couldn’t see the paper, the colours or the drawing itself. Sander had simply snorted at that, before patiently explaining his method to Robbe.

He used mostly textured art, like pastel or paint. He’d draw with one hand, alternating between tracing the surface of whatever he wanted drawn and the surface of the paper with the other one. Robbe’s curiosity had pushed him to ask for a demonstration, and Sander had gladly obliged.

It was a fascinating process, and the respect and appreciation Robbe already had for Sander’s talent grew tenfold in the space of a single drawing. He’d just looked at Sander, moving seamlessly across the paper and found himself speechless. The only thought that came to him was that Sander was clearly in his element, that he belonged to the arts.

Still now, every time he’d had the privilege of catching Sander drawing, he’d been overwhelmed with this feeling of pride and warmth, watching entire worlds take form on the blank pages under Sander’s touch.

Sometimes, Robbe found himself thinking that Sander had the ability to make everything he touched turn into art. From the dull beige paper cup of coffee that could rival Albert Anker’s Coffee Drinking once it was held in between Sander’s fingers, to Robbe’s own pale skin that shined bright pink under Sander’s soft strokes.

Or the way he was stroking his hand through his hair right as Robbe walked up to him, pulling it back off of his forehead. That was true art.

Robbe shook the thought out of his head as he scraped back the chair next to Sander and sat down, slowly pushing Sander’s coffee to his hand.

“Robin! Finally!” Sander exclaimed enthusiastically, making Robbe chuckle.

“Missed me?” Robbe teased, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Obviously,” Sander answered, sending him a beaming smile

Robbe laughed, getting his books out of his bag and carefully placing them next to Sander’s stuff on the table.

“What are you drawing?” He asked Sander, trying to peek into his open sketchbook.

Sander smirked, closing his sketchbook before Robbe could properly distinguish the shapes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He teased, making Robbe drop his head to the side in fond exasperation.

“Yes,” Robbe sighed, “I would like to.” He tried to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t help the smile slowly etching its way up his face.

“How badly?” Sander asked, his growing smile indicating he had a joke ready to go.

Robbe rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. “As bad as-”

“Robbe fucking Izjermans!”

Oh . Oh no .

Robbe whipped his head towards the voice, while Sander visibly startled on his chair, dropping his smile instantly.

Robbe mentally groaned when he saw he’d been right about who this voice belonged to. From the library’s entrance, Noor was storming his way, a visible scowl on her face.

Why was it that when Robbe was trying to find her, she was nowhere to be found, but as soon as he’d wanted a moment of peace, she suddenly showed up? What had Robbe done to get such bad karma?

“Noor,” Robbe sighed, “What are you doing here?”

Noor raised an eyebrow, coming to a halt in front of Robbe, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“What do you think I’m doing here? You’ve been ignoring all of my texts and I couldn’t find you anywhere!” Noor half-screamed, earning them a few dirty looks from nearby students.

Before Robbe could answer, Sander scoffed loudly.

“What? You got a problem?” Noor asked him, clearly offended by his reaction.

Sander sighed, bracing himself on the table as he got up to properly face Noor.

“Look, I get that you’re pissed, but Robbe dumped you. He doesn’t owe you anything.” Sander said, keeping his voice levelled, although Robbe could hear the hidden layer of frustration.

It took Robbe’s brain a few seconds to properly realize what Sander had just said, and when he did, it was already too late.

Noor made a surprised noise in the back of her throat, halfway through anger and disbelief.

“Dumped me? What the hell are you talking about?” Noor said, chuckling humourlessly. “Don’t mistake your dreams for reality, Anders.”

Robbe stood up at once, feeling all the blood drain from his face.

“Noor, come on, let’s talk in private.”

Robbe made a move to step towards Noor, but Sander’s arm shot up in front of him, barely missing his face by a few centimeters.

“Robbe didn’t break up with you?” Sander asked, turned in the general direction Noor was in.

Robbe didn’t know what hurt more, the anger in Sander’s voice or the look of pure disappointment on his face.

“Sander, look,” Robbe began, desperately trying to diffuse the whole situation.

Noor’s laugh cut him off, loud and obnoxious, clearly meant to irritate Sander. It seemed to work wonders, as Sander’s jaw clenched in response.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up fantasies you’ve got going on in your head, Sander, but this is the real world. I guess you might be too crazy to understand what that is.” Noor spit out.

The words hit Sander the same way a punch would have. He stumbled a little backwards, dropping his arm. He turned around, hastily threw all of his stuff inside his bag in a jumble, picked his bag up and walked away without a word.

“Sander!” Robbe yelled, cringing at the desperation he could hear in his own voice. “Sander, wait!”

Robbe started putting his papers back into his own bag, determined to run after Sander, but Noor’s fingers settled around his arm, pulling him back softly.

“Come on, Robbe. Let him be, he’s not good for you anyway.” Noor said, smiling as if Robbe’s world wasn’t falling apart in front of him.

Robbe gave a sharp tug on his arm, freeing himself from Noor’s hold. He shook his head at her, feeling rage boiling up inside of him and threatening to overflow.

“You know what, Noor? We’re through. Over, done, finished!” Robbe yelled, too angry to find it in himself to care that the entire library was witness to their spectacle.

Robbe threw his bag over his shoulder and stormed towards the entrance, where Sander’s back had disappeared barely a few seconds ago.

“What the fuck, Robbe? Do you not love me anymore?” Noor asked, her voice high-pitched and frail.

Robbe sighed, turning back around to face her one last time.

“You’re cruel, Noor. You’re just cruel.” He said, voice tired.

He didn’t wait around to hear her try to convince him he was wrong and that Sander had somehow manipulated him, instead choosing to take off after Sander.

Robbe’s heart was beating so fast that he feared it might fly straight out of his chest. His mind was immediately going to the worst scenarios, telling him Sander would never forgive him, that it was over, that there was no point going after him... But Robbe knew better than that.

He knew that Sander was probably the best thing in his life right now and that he wasn’t going to let him walk away.

So, out he ran, the heavy library doors shutting behind him with a loud ‘thump’ .

Robbe looked around frantically, trying to spot a patch of blond hair in the sparse crowd of students, but to no avail. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the strands in frustration.

That’s when he heard a loud crash coming from the boys’ washroom, and something clicked inside his head. He ran towards the room, which warranted him a couple side-looks, but his attention was focused on one sole thing: getting to Sander.

Inside, there didn’t appear to be anyone. All the stalls seemed closed, and the general area was empty. As Robbe stepped further in, he heard a small sniffling sound that broke his heart at once.

He put his bag down against the wall and walked along the stalls, softly pushing the doors open. When he reached the third to last one of the row, the door didn’t open, locked from the inside.

Robbe sighed softly. “Sander?”

The sniffling stopped.

“Sander, please. I just want to explain.”

Nothing but silence.

Robbe leaned his forehead on the door with a small thud.

“I’m sorry, Sander. I really am. I… I should have told you,” Robbe began, unsuccessfully trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “I did mean to break up with her.”

A scof came from the stall, turning into a sob halfway through, and Robbe wondered if there was any piece of his heart left to shatter.

“Sander…” Robbe whispered, worry seeping through his tone. “I’m not lying. I spent the week looking for her too. I couldn’t do it over text, that’s just… I’m not an asshole. Or, trying not to be.” Robbe explains, “I broke up with her just now. What she said to you…” Letting out a frustrated sigh, Robbe shakes his head at the memory. “She’s so horrible. I’m so sorry Sander”

“Don’t be.” Sander’s voice came from the stall, muffled. “She’s right,” He laughed, but it was a bitter sound.

“Sander, no. She isn’t.” Robbe said, a little destabilized at Sander’s sudden lack of self-confidence.

He heard Sander breathe in deeply inside the stall, and Robbe prepared himself for the worst.

“I’m fucking crazy, Robbe, ok? I’m bipolar.” Sander yelled, but he didn’t sound angry. All Robbe could hear was pain, and fear. Just so much fear. “So, yeah, she’s right. She’s right and you should probably go before I fuck up your life too.”

The silence that hung between them after Sander’s declaration was heavy. Robbe felt suffocated under the weight, and he could only begin to try to imagine how Sander was feeling.

“Sander,” He said, keeping his voice low but firm. “Let me in.”

Time stood still as Robbe waited for Sander to make a decision. Seconds passed by, maybe even minutes, Robbe wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, forehead against the door.

Slowly, he stepped back, prepared to argue his way into the stall, when he heard the lock slide open. The door didn’t budge, but Robbe wasn’t mistaken. This was Sander’s way of letting him in, both literally and figuratively.

Robbe took a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open. Sander was leaning on the opposite wall, head hung low and turned away from Robbe, in an attempt to hide his distress.

Robbe slowly closed the door behind him, locking it, before turning back to Sander. The stall wasn’t big and with the two of them, the space was definitely cramped. Robbe took that to his advantage, merely raising his arms to be able to graze Sander’s shoulders.

Sander stiffened, but didn’t move away. Robbe took that as an encouragement and, little by little, wrapped his arms around Sander’s now-trembling form. As soon as Sander’s chest collided with Robbe’s, Robbe felt Sander’s entire body give up on him.

Sander hid his face in Robbe’s shoulder, body limp in Robbe’s arms. As for Robbe, he had one arm caressing Sander’s back in large, circular motions, while the other was stroking his hair softly. He could feel Sander shake through his sobs, but Robbe ignored the urge to make him stop crying.

Sander needed to let it out, and Robbe would be there for him, even if it killed him to see Sander suffering.

Robbe whispered a steady stream of ‘it’s ok’, ‘I’m here’ and ‘let it out’ into Sander’s ear, and slowly but surely, Sander relaxed against him and his sobbing subdued.

When Robbe felt like Sander had calmed back down, he took his chance.

“Sander, you’re not crazy.” Robbe started, making Sander snort humorlessly. “You’re not. Having bipolar doesn’t make you crazy, Sander. And it’s definitely not going to make me go away.”

Robbe tugged Sander back, just enough to look at him as he said, “You’re not some kind of monster, Sander, and you sure as hell aren’t ruining my life. You’re like, the best person in my life right now.”

Sander’s eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall, but the corner of his lips lifted up a little at that.

“I don’t care what happened between you and Britt, and I care even less about what Noor thinks of you. I know you, and I know that you’re an amazing, caring and talented person that I want in my life for as long as you want to be.” Robbe said, all at once, like the words were spilling out of his mouth the same way Sander’s tears were spilling out of his eyes. Out of his control, filled to the brim with emotions, but, oh, so liberating.

Sander stayed silent, a thunderstorm of emotions hidden in the quiet. Robbe was suddenly glad Sander couldn’t see him, because he was pretty sure his face looked like an open book, and he wasn’t ready to confront what was written on it yet.

He didn’t know why exactly, couldn’t pinpoint what it was about this moment specifically, about Sander’s stare, but it felt like something had shifted between them. Like there would be a before this, and an after this.

Robbe smiled at Sander, stroking his hair one last time before unwrapping his arms from around him.

Sander laughed, wiping at his wet cheeks in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we had this conversation in the school’s bathroom.”

Robbe chuckled, shaking his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sander. I have all of my heart-to-hearts in school bathrooms!”

Sander raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on his face. “The empty paper toilet dispensers and the vague urine smells really do it for you, huh?”

Robbe tried to suppress his smile, keeping his tone serious. “Oh, yeah. Big time!”

Sander wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Robbe responded by giving him a light push on the arm. They made their way out of the washroom, while Robbe avoided the stares of curious students wondering what all the fuss had been about (and probably questioning the tear streaks on both of their faces…).

When they reached the front doors, Robbe hesitated a moment, holding Sander back with a hand to his forearm. Sander stopped, turning back in Robbe’s direction.

“Do you maybe wanna go hang out at my flat?” Robbe asked, cringing at how fast his heartbeat had gotten at the simple sentence. He never got anxious when he asked the boys to hang around, although he hadn’t done so in a long time. So, why was it that whenever he had to ask Sander to hang out, Robbe’s hands got clammy and his heartbeat increased tenfold?

Sander just snorted in response, which only served to make Robbe even more apprehensive.

“You scared me! Of course, I do.” Sander said, now smiling brightly at Robbe.

Robbe wanted to be a little mad at Sander making fun of his hesitation, but he couldn’t help but beam in response, a comfortable warmth settling in his stomach.

They walked to the flatshare, arms locked at the crook of their elbows (if anyone asked, Robbe would say it was to guide Sander, despite them both knowing that Sander didn’t actually need it).

It was a sunny day, and it would have been too warm for Sander’s leather jacket had there not been a chilly breeze flowing through the air. Robbe wasn’t much of a fan of warm days, but when he saw the way the sunlight hit Sander’s face, perfectly illuminating his side profile of a golden hue, he figured he’d like them a lot more from now on.

Robbe couldn’t make himself look away from Sander’s face, intoxicated by the way it looked under the daylight. From the curve of his nose, to the way his eyes glistened, everything about Sander’s face had Robbe in a trance-like state.

He did eventually turn away, after he’d stumbled over a crack in the pavement and Sander had made fun of him, asking ‘who’s the blind one, huh?’ Sander had only been teasing, but Robbe figured it might be smarter for them to have at least a pair of eyes on the road.

Once they reached the apartment, Robbe didn’t even have to unlock the door to know that everyone was home. The sounds of cheers and laughter came through the door and resonated all the way to the staircase, warming Robbe’s heart instantly.

He barely had time to open the door and usher Sander in, before he was attacked by a swarm of bodies.

“Milan, you’re kind of crushing me” Robbe croaked out, the strength of Milan’s hug pressing all of his internal organs together painfully.

Milan loosened his arms immediately and stepped back, an apologetic smile on his face.

“So, what? Robbe gets all the love and I get none?” Sander asked, with a small (irresistible) pouth.

“Sander! Of course you do, come here!” Milan exclaimed, practically jumping in Sander’s arms. Zoë followed suit immediately, eyeing Senne, who just shrugged before joining in. Robbe laughed, moving to take his shoes off before they could attack him again.

“Come on guys, don’t suffocate him to death!” Robbe said, which got him a snort from Sander in response.

“You’re just jealous Robin,” Sander said, winking. The group hug slowly dissolved, as Milan let out a ‘ooooh burn!’ that made Robbe shake his head, amused.

“Sure, I am. It’s not like I’ve hugged you a thousand times before already” Robbe teased, while everyone returned to whatever they were doing in the kitchen.

Sander bent down to untie his shoes, shaking his head. “See, that’s precisely it. I’ve got you addicted”

Robbe laughed, sending a small ‘you wished’ Sander’s way, seemingly unaffected, despite his heart that skipped a beat in fear at Sander’s words.

They navigated to Robbe’s room, where Sander immediately laid down on the bed in a star shape.

Robbe went to his desk and took his books out of his bag, while Sander groaned in the background.

“Sander? You ok there?” Robbe asked, stifling a laugh, his back to Sander.

Sander sighed, hard. “Yeah, but I hope you realize that I’m never leaving your bed again. I’ve melted into the mattress.”

Robbe threw him a glance, seeing Sander had somehow snaked his way under the cover.

“Suit yourself, just don’t steal all the blankets,” Robbe answered, to which Sander scoffed.

“I would never do that! I’ll have you know that I’m a perfect blanket gentleman.”

Robbe hummed, sitting down to start working on his essay. He was quickly bored though, and with Sander in his room, Robbe didn’t really feel like slaving away doing homework. He turned to face Sander, only to find him fast asleep, his mouth open and squished against the pillow.  

Robbe chuckled under his breath, getting up to take a closer look. Once he got within reach of Sander, he slowly caressed his hair. The gesture made Sander frown a little, before he buried himself closer to the pillow, sighing happily.

Robbe smiled fondly, before moving away and to the end of the bed. He still didn’t feel like working on his homework, so he grabbed his controller and decided to game until Sander woke up from his impromptu nap.

After his third loss in a row, Robbe threw his controller aside and figured he was too out of it to keep playing. Looking at his phone, he saw that Sander had been out for a little over thirty minutes, so Robbe figured he might as well join him.

Taking his hoodie off, he walked to the other side of the bed in his shirt and jeans. He laid down next to Sander, who had turned to face Robbe’s way at some point in the past half hour.

When he was awake, Sander’s face always transpired a panoply of emotions. Even his eyes would glisten, darken and light up in the span of a single conversation. Robbe had always thought that blind people’s eyes wouldn’t hold much emotions, but he was clearly wrong. There were more emotions in a single one of Sander’s pupils than there was in most people’s entire face.

Robbe was pretty sure that’s what made him so fascinated with Sander’s face (because, let’s admit it, he was absolutely obsessed with it). He’d read somewhere that eyes were the window to someone’s soul, and while he was more inclined to think it was pure bullshit at first, since he’d met Sander, he’d come to understand the meaning of those words.

Robbe brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over Sander’s face, softly, trying his best not to disturb Sander’s peaceful sleep. Robbe didn’t know how to describe the swelling that overtook his chest as he watched Sander’s body raise and fall with each breath he took. He’d never felt this before, this peaceful yet gut-wrenching feeling that was filling up his heart.

There were a lot of feelings that Robbe had never felt before he’d met Sander. He didn’t know what it was about Sander that provoked those strong, undecipherable feelings that swallowed Robbe whole, but… He would be lying if he said he hated them. Whatever was causing this, Robbe didn’t mind. He liked Sander and he liked feeling like this, giddy in a way alcohol could never provide, yet rested in a way no amount of sleep could bring about.

He rested his hand in between his body and Sander’s, laying his head down on the pillow. He could feel Sander’s hot breath hit his cheeks from how close they were laying, but it didn’t annoy him. On the contrary, it made Robbe feel safe, content even, as he slowly drifted in and off of sleep.

His state of semi-slumber was interrupted when he felt Sander stirring awake next to him. Sander’s hand stretched and fell down on Robbe’s chest, which made Sander startle.

“Robbe?” He asked, voice still full of sleep.

Robbe hummed in answer.

“What did I just hit?” Sander questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt around Robbe’s chest for clues.

“Chest” Robbe answered, chuckling at the concentrated look on Sander’s face.

“Ahhhh, all good then. Sorry for that,” Sander said, giving Robbe’s chest one last apologetic pat before rising to sit up. Robbe followed.

“Hey, what time is it?” Sander asked, sounding a little stressed all of a sudden.

Robbe looked around for his phone, finding it near his desk. “Hmmm, just about four, why?”

Sander rose to his feet so fast that Robbe feared he might fall down when he started swaying. “Shit! I have to be back home by four thirty to babysit, I’m so sorry. I promised my mom and-”

Robbe interrupted Sander, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Sander, it’s chill. Don’t worry”

Sander nodded, but didn’t seem convinced, as he chewed on his lips. He mumbled something under his breath, too low for Robbe to hear.

“What?” Robbe prodded, curious.

Sander sighed, running a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I spent our time together sleeping. I’m so sorry, Robbe.”

Robbe sighed as well, but a little more tenderly. “Sander, I swear it’s fine. I slept too. Besides, we can always hang out tomorrow, once we’re done with classes, right?”

That suggestion seemed to enchant Sander, whose eyes immediately lit up. He snapped his fingers as if he’d just had an illumination, a smile spreading on his face.

"What? You look like you’ve just had a moment of genius.” Robbe teased.

“Even better! I’m going out with friends from uni tomorrow night.” Sander said, excitedly.

Robbe couldn’t help but feel his face fall at that. “Oh. Ok, I get it”

Sander shook his head. “No! No, you don’t. I meant to ask you this earlier, but forgot…” He took a breath, as if steeling himself. “Would you want to meet them? Tomorrow?”

Robbe was stunned into silence, staring at Sander, his mouth hanging open. Sander wanted to present him to his actual friends? He wanted to include Robbe in other parts of his life?

“How is that even a question? Of course I do!” Robbe said, getting just as excited about the idea as Sander.

“Yeah?” Sander added, his smile ever growing.

“Yes!” Robbe said, adding, “Since when do you even have other friends?”

Sander stuck his tongue out at Robbe. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Robin.”

“Thank you, I think so too”

Sander grabbed his stuff after that, promising he’d send Robbe the address as soon as he’d be home. Robbe suggested walking Sander to the tram, but Sander declined, insisting he could get there on his own.

When Sander was gone, Robbe closed the door and leaned his back against it, slowly sliding to the floor. He was going to meet Sander’s actual friends. He was going to meet Sander’s actual friends! Fuck! Why had he accepted the invitation? This was such a bad idea, they were probably going to hate him and-

Groaning, Robbe lowered his head on his knees.

“Woah, there. Someone’s having a crisis,” Milan said, to which Robbe only grunted in answer.

“Come on, Robbe. What’s on your mind?” Milan asked, sitting down next to him.

“Sander invited me to meet his other university friends tomorrow night.” Robbe sighed.

Milan blinked at him, confused. “And?”

“And, I said yes!” Robbe half-screamed, exasperated by his own actions.

Milan chuckled, looking just as puzzled. “How is that a bad thing? It’s good that he wants you to meet them!”

Robbe groaned at Milan’s incomprehension. “They’re gonna hate me Milan! They’re probably all cool art kids and I’m…” He gestured vaguely towards himself, “not!”

Milan sighed, patting Robbe’s back sympathetically. “Come on, Robbe. You’re smart, interesting and super cute! There’s no way they won’t fall in love with you the second they see you.”

Robbe threw a glance Milan’s way, “Thanks Milan.”

Milan nodded, “Good luck! You’ll be great,” He said, getting up and walking away.

Robbe’s worries were far from gone, but he was glad that Milan thought so highly of him. If all else failed, he knew he’d always have the flatshare to fall back on. That was a constant Robbe was so grateful to have in his life, he didn’t think he could ever find words to express it properly.

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The next day passed by so slowly that it felt painful. It’s like time had decided to mock him, by prolonging his suffering.

Robbe hadn’t registered a single word from his lectures, spending the hours looking back and forth at the clock, so much so that he feared he might end up with a torticollis by the end of the day. If the end of the day ever came, that is.

The second his last lecture of the afternoon was dismissed, Robbe had pounced on the door, practically running all the way back to his flat.

Sander had, as promised, texted him the address the night before. They were meeting at a local bar, nothing too fancy, but Robbe’s usual ‘jogging and sweater’ school attire would probably be too lowkey.

Robbe tried rummaging through his closet, throwing about half of it out before giving up.

“Milan! Milan!” He screamed, hoping Milan would be willing to help.

A second later, he popped his head into the room.

“You called for me?” He asked.

“Yes. Milan, can I please borrow something of yours for tonight? Everything I own is just… wrong” Robbe sighed, pleading Milan with his eyes.

Milan seemed to mull it over, before he threw the door wide open. “Of course you can! Come with, I’ll turn this pumpkin into a prince!”

Robbe laughed, following Milan around the house. “I’m pretty sure the pumpkin gets turned into a coach, not a prince.”

Milan stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to Robbe with a warning finger.

“Do you want my help or not?”

Robbe nodded vehemently.

“Then don’t question my Disney knowledge, Robbe! Flatmates rule #35!”

Robbe raised his hands in surrender, laughing, before Milan started back towards his own room, Robbe on his heels.

Milan did deliver on his promise, after all. Robbe was dressed in a nice long-sleeved shirt with fitted jeans, nothing too flashy, but classy enough to look like he’d put an effort into his outfit (which he, or rather Milan, had).

The bar wasn’t far from Robbe’s home, so he decided to simply walk there. He figured he could shake his nerves out on the way there, and, hopefully, be a little calmer once he’d reach his destination.

The breeze was nice, flowing through his curls. He had been smart enough to bring a jacket, in case the night grew colder as it got later. Despite the atmosphere and his precautions, Robbe couldn’t help the hammering of his heart against his ribcage. He felt even worse than he had that one time in second grade when he’d been called out in class to make a presentation about a book he’d never bothered to read.

Soon enough, he reached the bar, which seemed to be busy with customers. Robbe closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He tried to tell himself that everything would go smoothly, that Sander’s friends would like him, and that he’d get out of this alive and with his pride intact. If the shaking in his hands was anything to go by, he wasn’t very good at convincing himself.

He sighed, shaking his hands out, before walking into the bar. A radio was playing in the background, just barely covering the noise of the chatter. Robbe walked a little further in, immediately spotting Sander in the corner, sitting at a table with three other people.

Robbe took another deep breath for good luck, and made his way to their table. All three pairs of (functional) eyes were staring at him as he walked, more curious than austere, which reassured Robbe a little.

A blonde guy was the first to signal Robbe’s arrival. “This must be the famous Robbe!”

“Yeah, hi!” Robbe said, nodding in everyone’s direction.

Sander’s whole body whipped towards Robbe when he spoke. “Robbe! You’re here! Sit, sit,”

Sander fumbled with the chair next to him, making space for Robbe to sit next to him. Robbe thanked him, sitting down, trying not to be too unsettled by the looks Sander’s friends kept throwing each other.

Sander’s right hand came to rest on Robbe’s left shoulder immediately.

“Did you find the place easily? I think it’s pretty close to your place, isn’t it?” Sander asked, with the same considerate tone he took every time he wanted to make sure Robbe was ok.

Robbe figured he could probably sense his nervousness. Hell, anyone in a five mile radius who took one look at him could probably tell he was shitting his pants.

“Yeah, it was fine, don’t worry Sander” Robbe answered, smiling.

Sander smiled as well, more to himself, but Robbe still caught it and it made him feel a little more at ease.

Only a little though, because the same boy from earlier decided to clear his throat at that moment, making both Robbe and Sander turn their head towards him abruptly.

He had both of his eyebrows raised, and a knowing smile floating on his face.

“Sooo, Robbe, what are you studying?”

The night went on pretty similarly. After the initial interrogation, Robbe stayed a bit more silent, observing how Sander interacted with his friends.

At some point, Robbe was listening to a drunken story from one of the girls, Marie, while tapping the fingers of his hand on the table. He hadn’t even noticed the nervous tic, before Sander’s hand came to rest on top of it. Robbe’s eyes were instantly drawn to their overlapping hands.

Sander squeezed once in reassurance, and it made Robbe smile. Even in social situations like these, Sander always had a way of knowing exactly how Robbe was feeling, and exactly how to make him feel better. Robbe squeezed back, before Sander slowly took his hand back.

The night wasn’t much different from Robbe and Sander’s regular nights, in that Sander acted exactly the same way he always had with Robbe. When something really funny made him laugh, he would softly knock his forehead on Robbe’s shoulder, hiding his face as he giggled. When he couldn’t remember where he’d placed his glass, he’d lightly tap Robbe’s hand with his own, a silent signal that Robbe had long learned, and Robbe would silently pass Sander’s glass over to him. And when Sander felt Robbe become too antsy, he’d place his hand on Robbe’s bouncing knee, tapping fingers or shaky hands.

Before knowing Sander, Robbe hadn’t been used to touchy people, but now that he was, he found Sander’s small, mindless gestures calming, in the same familiar way that your childhood beddings or your mama’s hugs appease you.

After a while, the blond guy, Max, sipped the last of his beer, knocking it back against the table.

“So, who wants what? This round’s on me!” Max said, already pushing to get up.

Sander stood up at once, surprising everyone at the table.

“No! I’ll go. It’s my turn with the tab, anyway.” Sander said, sounding sure of himself.

Robbe furrowed his eyebrows, but said nothing when he saw Max sit back down and cheer Sander on. Everyone passed their orders and Sander repeated them once before expertly making his way to the bartender.

“How does he navigate so well everywhere?” Robbe asked out loud, to no one particularly. Max probably assumed the question was directed to him, since he took it upon himself to answer.

“Oh, that? It’s like his little superpower. Bring him somewhere once or twice and he’ll know the place by heart.” Max said, earning a few chuckles from the girls and a curious glance from Robbe.

If Sander was so good with directions, then why did he always let Robbe guide him by the arm? Robbe had never really thought about the fact that Sander could seemingly perfectly get back home by himself, but required Robbe’s assistance in the flatshare or when they went out somewhere.

His thoughts were interrupted by Marie.

“Say, you two are pretty close, huh?” She asked, her smile telling Robbe that her question covered a hidden meaning.

“Yeah, sure, he’s a good friend.” Robbe shrugged, smiling politely.

Marie and the other girl, Anne, exchange an amused look.

“Yeah, I bet you must be really good friends,” Anne added, laughing.

Robbe’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“I don't get the joke” He said, a little annoyed.

Max sighed, like an exasperated parent. “Robbe, haven’t you noticed that Sander is a little…” He looked towards Marie, “touchy?”

Robbe frowned. “Yeah? He’s blind, touch is, like, his way of seeing.”

Max nodded. “Then, why does he only ever touch you ?”

Robbe could feel his features harden. He wasn’t dumb, he could clearly understand what Max was insinuating.

“He doesn’t.” Robbe answered, his tone sharp and severe.

Max smiled, as if he could clearly see through Robbe’s bluff. He held Robbe’s gaze.

“He does, though.”

Robbe thought back to all the times he’d been with Sander and other people. He did accept Milan’s group hugs, but even when he came over to eat at the flatshare, he wouldn’t purposefully brush his hands on Milan’s, Zoë’s or Senne’s. If they went to catch a movie with the boys, Sander would only ever lay his head on Robbe’s shoulder, curling up into his side. Even at Sander’s house, Robbe couldn’t remember Sander being so tactile with his mother or his sister. He always did stuff himself, and if he needed them, he’d call them out loud instead of touching them to get their attention the way he did with Robbe.

And tonight. Sander had kept a free seat next to him for Robbe. He’d touched Robbe, almost constantly in one way or another. But he’d never even accidentally brushed against one of his other friends. He wasn’t cold towards them, and you could see the friendship that was linking them together, but still… No touch.

If Sander was truly that tactile, then wouldn’t his childhood friend, Max, and his other uni friends notice he’s tactile as well?

So, if Sander was only ever tactile with Robbe, then why? Was it funny to him? Did Sander think he could try and see what he could do, how far he could go, before Robbe would catch up?

The befriending, the breakup, the mysterious past with Britt… Everything was making sense, now. Robbe had been played, hard. He didn’t know why, what motive Sander could possibly have to make a fool out of Robbe, but he’d succeeded.

Robbe felt angry, betrayed and ashamed. But most of all, he felt pain. He could sense his heart cracking and falling into tiny pieces, as more and more worries overtake his mind.

Whatever he had left of pride was holding back his tears from rolling down his cheeks. He got up, grabbed his bag and coat.

“I... I have to go.” Robbe told the group of three, hurrying towards the entrance like his life depended on it (and at the moment, he felt like it truly did).

He slammed the door open, stepping outside as the first tear streamed down his face. He tried to wipe it away, but it only got replaced with even more tears. He walked down the small steps and leaned against the wall, his head tilted to the sky.

He was furious. He wanted nothing more than to go back in there, make a scene and demand explanations from Sander. But even more than that, he was humiliated. It wasn’t the first time he’d been made fun of, but this time, it hurt a lot more and a lot deeper. What he felt with Sander…

It’s true what they say, he supposes. Ignorance truly is bliss.

Robbe heard the doorbell of the bar ring, but he didn’t pay attention to it.

“Robbe? Robbe!” a voice shouted from his right.

Sander.

“Fuck off, Sander.” Robbe said, getting ready to walk away, but Sander was quicker in grabbing his arm. Robbe sighed tiredly, too exhausted and hurt to fight. “Let go,”

Sander shook his head firmly.

“No. No, Robbe, come on. I don’t know what they told you, but whatever it was, it’s definitely not what you think.” Sander pleaded.

“I don’t care, Sander. Whatever little game you were playing, I hope you had your fun. I’m out.” Robbe said, trying, unsuccessfully, to shake his arm out of Sander’s grasp. “Let me go, Sander!”

“Robbe, Robbe, listen to me. Please. I wasn’t playing any game, I swear, I can explain. Please.” Sander was practically begging, and Robbe could see tears forming in his eyes. He turned his head away.

“Let go,” was all Robbe said, trying to appear cold and composed.

Sander loosened his grip, and Robbe thought he’d finally listened.

A second later, Sander’s hands were cupping his face. Another second later, and Sander’s lips were on his.

Robbe was frozen in place at first, his brain unable to process everything that was happening.

The warmth from Sander’s hands on Robbe’s cold, wet, cheeks. The warmth of Sander’s mouth against his own. The explosion of heat pooling in his stomach. The explosion in his own brain.

Sander was… Kissing him?

Robbe brought his hands up to Sander’s shoulders, pushing him back. He felt a little bad when he saw Sander stumble backwards, not realizing how hard he had pushed him away.

“Sander… I…” Robbe started, unable to form a single coherent thought.

“I like you, Robbe. A lot. A lot more than other people. So, that’s why. I wasn’t playing you.” Sander said, a sad smile dancing on his lips.

Robbe took a small, tentative step back. He could feel his body shaking, badly, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped well under zero.

“Sander… I don’t… I’m not…” He swallowed painfully, “I don’t like you, not like that .”

The word was said with a bit more venom than Robbe had been shooting for, and he could see the second it hit Sander.

Sander’s face crumpled, as he whispered a small, desperate, “What?”

Robbe tried to breathe in, but even his breathing was shaky. “I’m so sorry, Sander. I’m… I have to go. I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Robbe threw Sander one last apologetic look, turning on his heels and walking away.

The last thing he heard were Sander’s first sobs. His own followed soon after.

As soon as Robbe turned the corner, he let his tears flow freely as he took off in a run. He didn’t even know where he was going, or where he was, but he didn’t care.

His whole world had just fallen apart and the most important person in his life was gone.