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bratbarzal · 11 days ago

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for ur valentines blurb pretty please these prompts with quinn hughes ☺️😘

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

idk why I give prompts and then continue to go off script but I honestly think I have a problem with being told what to do lmao. something about scripted sentence cuts a creative wire in my brain. THE SENTIMENT OF WHAT I WROTE IS THE SAME!!!!! I promise. also I like this one lmao!! I hope you like it too thanks for requesting!! and stacking the prompts is very cool gave me a nice little story to follow I love it!!! I wrote this whole thing and realised I didn't mention valentines once, but it's belated, so..... we're going to pretend it's okay I've decided on your behalf thanks love you

this ended up at 3.4k words lol - warnings for fade to black type smut, slightly angsty

Quinn: you coming over tonight?

A text from him has never filled you with anxiety like this.

But then again, for as long as the two of you have been friends, you've never actively avoided Quinn until now.

Monday had been one word answers, Tuesday had been emojis, Wednesday had been reactions, and Thursday had been radio silence, because he hadn't texted you, anyway.

It's not that you're mad at him. You wish you could be mad - wish you had any reason other than your own shame to be turning down all attempts at contact. But instead, all you can think when you see his name is how much you had fucked everything up the last time you saw him.

You: idk

And only because you feel instantly bad about how short that is, you immediately follow up with:

You: work has kicked my ass this week

You see the little dots keep popping up, and you're only torturing yourself to watch them come and go as he figures out what to say - how to salvage what you'd so carelessly made a gigantic mess of only last weekend.

You should really just say yes, you think - be the bigger person. Fridays have been your thing, all season. The day of the week he most frequently has the night off, and an end to your usually-hectic work-week, it has just made sense for the two of you to hang out, to make a routine of doing so.

Bailing on him is harsh, you know that. And with such a weak excuse too - you've had much worse times in your job, and it's never come between the two of you before.

And you know that he knows what you're doing. It's obvious. It's just whether he's in any mood to try and recover whatever scraps of your friendship still remain. Whether he even cares, anymore.

Quinn: please?

The two minutes it took for him to type just one word dragged longer than they ever have in your life, and you blink at your phone screen as you see the dots jump up again.

You chew nervously at your lip and wait, tapping your foot against the side of your desk and watching this time as it stays.

Quinn: I've already bought enough to cook for us both

He's such a guilt tripper.

You sigh, typing back and sending an immediate response, figuring a week of the bare minimum is punishment enough without blanking him or making him wait.

You: okay

A heart pops up below your message almost immediately, the reaction only worsening your anxiety at the thought of how hard keeping your distance is.

You: I'm finishing later than usual, should be there around 8

Quinn: ok I'll have dinner ready for then!

You knock on Quinn's door a little after 8pm - still in your work clothes, although that is usually how you come over, in your defence. Quinn loans you something comfy, and you usually change, but changing means staying over, and you're kind of trying to avoid all that again.

So when he welcomes you in, you awkwardly pat at his back as he tries to embrace you, before hovering around the kitchen instead of making your way back to his room.

He frowns a little as he watches you - he's in a hoodie and sweats, settled in now for the night with no intentions of getting back up once the two of you have eventually sunk down into the couch together - and waits a second to see if you're just on a delay, if you're just beat from work, like you said.

"I left a change of clothes for you on my bed," he says once he realises you aren't shifting, glancing quickly at you before he starts to busy himself with dishing up dinner.

"I'm good," you tell him, short, with a tight lipped smile sent his way when his eyes meet yours, narrowed in curiosity.

You're wearing a skirt and heels, for Christ's sake, and a blouse that's a little too restrictive around your shoulders. You've been in them all day, too. Of course you aren't good, and of course he knows that, but he drops it, a resigned nod and an awkward shift of his gaze back to the task at hand, spooning an assortment of green vegetables beside the rice on your plate.

You chance a good look at him while he's distracted - his hair soft, pushed back messily in a way that makes it flop straight back into place, and he looks a little tired, but he's had a long week, too. Back in training, pushing himself, dealing with a best friend who isn't reciprocating his energy. He's probably exhausted.

His jaw is clenched as he finishes the meal off, clattering utensils a little louder the longer you're quiet, and letting out heavy sighs when he's clearly growing more frustrated with how little you're giving back.

"How was work?" he tries, reaching into the draw and retrieving a knife and fork for the two of you.

"Long," you sigh, offering a small smile when he looks over to let him know that this particular instance of a short response isn't personal. You are genuinely exhausted - you'd worked an extra long day, just to get a major project finished, and, if you're honest, you're just ready for bed. "Glad it's the weekend, I'm probably gonna hit my pillow tonight and not see tomorrow."

The initial spark that lit up in his eyes when you started speaking a full sentence to him dulled immediately when he realised that you had all intentions of going home.

"You're not staying over?"

"I can hardly sleep here until Sunday, Quinn, that would be insane." Like you haven't spent consecutive days around his apartment, before. Like you haven't spent weeks with him back at his lake house in Michigan in the summer. Like the two of you didn't isolate together when you both got covid, probably from each other.

He nods, brief and sharp, jaw tensing again as he mutters out a bitter, "Right."

God, this is hard.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" You ask, trying to be helpful, just to make yourself feel better.

He wordlessly hands over the cutlery before turning to grab both plates on his own, nodding for you to make your way out of the kitchen for him to follow.

You do as he asks, holding the door for him so he doesn't struggle, stepping nervously behind him as he guides you through to where he's set the dining table up.

His curtains are drawn, a picturesque view of the nightlife of downtown Vancouver, twinkling city lights and the distant flash of vehicles passing by below stands as the most perfect backdrop to his set-up - the table candle-lit, a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, wine glasses and a salad bowl situated around the nice placemats you'd made him buy the last time the two of you went shopping together.

You hesitate when you get a little closer, eyeing up the setting reluctantly as Quinn places the plates in your retrospective places.

He's usually neat when it comes to his dinner table - usually likes to set things up so that they look nice, placemats, coasters. cutlery and napkins - but it's never like this.

"What's all this?" You ask, meeting his eye as he leans across the table to place down the knives and forks you hand to him.

"You said you had a bad week," he shrugs, "Wanted to do something nice."

He shuffles around you, the light placement of his hand on your hip as he does so jolting you toward the table, head swivelling to watch him disappear back toward the kitchen.

"You planned this?" you call after him, turning to look down at everything - a meal that he cooked, something nutritious and filling, knowing you wouldn't have the energy to make as much yourself, pretty flowers, and a calm, ambient atmosphere flooding the room. Your fingers poke softly at the petals on the flowers, lifting them a little to get a better look, mindful of the roses in the arrangement, careful not to be pricked by their thorns. "And you said you didn't think you'd be a good boyfriend,"

The latter sentence is muttered to yourself more than anything, a remembrance of something he'd said a while ago now - something that had always been in the back of your mind when you considered anything more - but your heart drops when you hear him chuckle from not too far behind, spinning on your heels to look at him, wide-eyed and apologetic. "I didnt-,"

“It’s fine,” he assures you, dipping his head but still keeping his gaze on yours, “Wine?”

He holds the bottle up in one hand, and your mouth goes a little dry at the sight of the label, mind going straight back to this time last week, when you had shared a few glasses with him. When things had gone too far.

Quinn's hands were holding you in place on his lap, soft fingers slipping under the hem of his sweatshirt that you wore, sliding up to press into the warm skin of your back, rocking you on his lap as his tongue swiped languidly against your own.

You couldn't quite tell whose mouth the taste of plummy Malbec sat within, but at that point, you didn't care - you'd both drunk enough of it to find yourselves in such a situation, you were at equal fault.

Not that any of it felt wrong in the moment, his hips bucking up as you straddled his thighs, your fingers clutching where his hair grew thick at the back of his neck. Quinn was humming soft, delicious groans straight between your lips, his own closing around your tongue as he sucked on it - all other bodily movements frantic and stuttered until he was repositioning the two of you, laying you back on the couch and gripping the elastic waist of your sweatpants.

It can't have been wrong - not with how easy it all unfolded, your hips lifting until he slid your bottoms off, his fingertips sneaking their beneath the hem of your panties - too drunk to care how sexy they might have been, never expecting to have to even consider such a thing around Quinn - all the while his mouth pressing firm, bruising kisses to your own.

"I shouldn't, I'm driving," you mumble, a soft shake of your head supposed to let him down easy, and to bring your senses back to the present, but his frown just deepens, the crease between his eyebrows now almost a fold.

"You can stay, you know," he tells you, pouring his own glass. "I don't care if you sleep until Sunday, it's not like you haven't spent the weekend before."

"I don't know," You sit cautiously in your seat, watching as he lowers into his own, face morphing into a hard scowl before he lets out a heavy sigh. "What?"

"It's like you've been making excuses not to hang out."

"Or maybe you've been making excuses to hang out," you retort, cringing yourself at how stupid it sounds, looking down into your lap as you place your napkin there so that he can't see the visible curl of your features.

"That doesn't even make sense," you know that, obviously, but you've been avoiding him for a reason - you don't want to have this conversation. You're not ready. "I don't need an excuse, we're friends, it's what friends do."

And God, you wish he'd just stop saying it. It's getting annoying now, your jaw tensing as you huff a short breath out, still keeping your head down to avoid him reading you like an open book - a book that may as well be pictures, at this point, or written for children with the most basic reading comprehension, one sentence per page and clear as day.

"What friends do," you mutter, in disbelief. He's one to talk about what friends do.

Friends don't do what you did last week.

Quinn's body had pretty much completely flopped onto yours, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants, but still careful enough not to bare all his weight on you so that yours could do the same.

Your skin felt clammy all over, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck and your forehead, your neck slick from where his lips had been pressing all into it, sucking and nipping and you swear you'd even felt the glorious scratch of teeth at one point, and the heat of him above you was doing little to remedy the feeling.

You brought a hand up, almost absent-mindedly, to scratch softly at the back of his head as he came down, an overwhelming dizziness gripping at your eyelids, pulling you down as you felt him follow.

"You're making me feel like I'm going crazy," you sigh, "You can't seriously set all this up and not realise that it's way more effort than anyone would normally put in for someone that's just a friend,"

"You're not just anything," he counters, "When did I say you were just anything?"

He looks annoyed, that much is obvious - and yeah, you've technically been avoiding him, just like he assumes, but he was the one who made you feel like you had to.

A soft, sleepy groan was the first sound that brought you into consciousness the next morning - raspy and thick, and so close to your ear that the feeling of it buzzed the whole way down to your toes.

Then came unassuming movements, a twist of his torso, a shuffle of his hips, the stretch of his legs, all of which had been pressed right against all the same parts of your body - the sticky warmth of him catching your skin and rousing you fully from your sleep.

His arms tightened their hold around you before you really thought he knew what he was doing - a lethargic sigh huffing from his nostrils as he got comfortable again - and you had maybe a solid minute in his embrace until he fully came to.

The two of you were naked, one of the throws from the back of the couch draped lazily over your modesty, but that didn't really matter when you could feel the heavy press of him all over - your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

His fingers tightened, pressing a little into your waist before his touch disappeared completely. Before he was retreating, untangling himself from your body and sitting up. You felt the couch move as he shuffled around doing God-knows-what - felt the soft drape of the throw back over your body, and the whoosh of cold that followed and refused to leave.

When you dared to open your eyes, he was sat on the other side, leaning over, head in his hands after shrugging his boxers back on.

"Quinn?" you asked, your own voice thick with sleep, straightening to face him properly and rubbing at your eyes until they focused. "What's going on?"

"How much did we have to drink last night?"

Your heart dropped at the question, but your eyes floated over to the coffee table, two empty bottles standing on the other side. "A lot, I guess."

"Shit," he cursed, pushing himself up and pacing in front of the couch, refusing to look at you. "Fuck."

"Q, you're making me dizzy."

"I just," he stopped in place and scratched at the back of his neck, eyes lowering down your body in a way that made heat creep back up your neck, and your shoulders practically fold in on themselves consciously. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Your lips parted, although you didn't really know what to say to that. All you could do was nod, stuttered and slow, your gaze shifting too until it landed on the carpeted rug in front of him, focusing too hard on the pattern. "It's fine."

You could feel the weight of his stormy stare, but you couldn't look up - too afraid of rejection, too afraid of regret.

"We're friends, you know, you're-,"

"I know," you confirmed, not needing to hear how he didn't ever intend to be anything more. "We were drunk, Q, it's fine."

Your attempt at a reassuring smile probably looked a little more like a grimace, but you were saved probably by the fact that the two of you had had a lot to drink, and you were honestly a little queasy.

And maybe it had been the cold hard slap of rejection you woke up to that made you feel that way - after years of wanting more with Quinn - but he didn't need to know that. Not if he was already 10 toes deep into a regret spiral so soon after opening his eyes.

"We're friends."

"You said it last Saturday," you frown, "Saturday morning."

"No, you said we were drunk. I said we were friends, but you cut me off-,"

"Yeah, 'cause I didn't really want the first thing you said to me that morning to be that you made a mistake!"

"And here you are again, cutting me off!" his voice is a little raised now - so unlike the soft-spoken Quinn you're used to - easy going and well natured. "I can't win with you, you're either avoiding me like the plague, or you're not letting me speak, either way, I can't clear all this up!"

"What's there to clear up?" you scoff, "I don't need you to hold my hand and give me the full speech, okay, I get it, you don't want to be anything more than-," your body is jolted quickly by the sudden scrape of your chair across the floor, Quinn's grip firm on the leg as he pulls, "Hey, what are you-,"

And he's at the perfect height, then, to meet your lips once you're close enough, his hand leaving the chair to grip at your face - hold you in place so that you can't protest, can't cut him off in this, too, like you have been doing with every other way he's tried to communicate his feelings for you.

His kiss feels familiar, achingly so, the swipe of his tongue soft at the parting of your lips, his own mouth closing in a soft pressure against yours, over and over at a disorienting intensity - all thoughts melting away at his endeavour.

When he pulls away, he keeps his hands in place, watching intently as your eyes flutter open, and you slowly sink back into consciousness, pupils blown when they meet his, intense in their focus on you.

"You're really important to me."

You frown, because your brain will only allow you to process that as the start of rejection - followed by, which is why we can't go further - but that's not the direction Quinn is taking this.

"I wanted to do all of this right. That's why I freaked out last week. I didn't want you to think it was a drunken mistake."

Oh.

You're still a little dazed from the kiss, if you're honest, and so you find yourself blinking slowly back at him, mouth bopping open and closed while you figure out what to say.

"What?" Is all that comes out when you find your voice, watching as he rolls his eyes - part exasperated, part amused.

"Now you have nothing to say?" He scoffs, thumb swiping gently at your cheek as if to show you he's kidding. "I like you. I have for a while, and I want to be more than friends. I want you to stay at my place whenever you come over, and wear my clothes, and eat my food, and drink my wine," he lists, dipping his head closer and closer until you're face to face, a mere inch or two from him kissing you again. "And I want you to sleep here until Sunday. Maybe even after."

"Okay." you respond - the kind of one word answer you've been throwing his way to avoid getting hurt all week. And because you feel guilty, you add, "I want all that, too."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and smiling slowly - an infectious kind of smile, that has you doing it right back, noses just brushing before you kiss him, again.

Stone cold sober, no longer looking to avoid your feelings, with the intention of being so much more than his friend.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #*writing #.ve #💌.valentinesevent #this got so long lmao #girl let the man eat his dinner

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blueberrymocha · 9 months ago

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texting them

gon

✰ he didn’t grow up with much technology

✰ and he def did not have a phone

✰ so since he isn’t in the habit of using it often, your messages are all on delivered

✰ he also prefers to live in the moment instead of checking his phone all the time

✰ unfortunately for you that means you’re better off calling the person he’s with if you need to reach him

✰ once you talk to him about it though, he’ll be sure to answer within a couple hours

✰ he’d save your contact as a pet name, personally i can see him using “sunshine” or “honey” for you

✰ you’d be pictureless until killua points it out to gon and explains that you can add pictures to someone’s contact

✰ but once he does learn he’ll use a cute coupley picture of you guys from one of your first dates

✰ would have trouble deciphering your abbreviations

“btw ur gna be back asap right?”

“huh.”

✰ its fine, he prefers to call (loves to hear your voice) anyways

killua

✰ y’all would be so mischievous together

✰ prank calls as a weekly ritual

✰ you’re mostly safe from them but don’t think he’ll never do it to you

✰ probably won’t text you first but always responds within the minute

✰ would only call if he’s checking up on you, like when you’re sick or he’s on an adventure

✰ will use the most abysmal, disrespectful picture he has of you

✰ your name on his phone is either an inside joke or an insult like “sleeping ugly 🧚‍♀️” (he’s out for blood omg you overslept once)

✰ i just know alluka is confused af

✰ he’ll change it to something else whenever you see it, which you will eventually

“y/n can you check my phone?”

“sure! babe why is my name ‘dumbass’ heart emoji, wizard emoji?”

kurapika

✰ you can see this one from a mile away…

✰ his phone always got that silent mode + dnd + texts muted combo

✰ he does all that but would fully expect you to pick up if he called you

✰ speaking of which, he would call probably daily if either of you were away

✰ never forgets an “i love you” “be safe” “see you soon” etc

✰ if something happened, would want you to know that

✰ you guys would fall asleep on calls

✰ but mostly him

✰ your contact might just be your name for a while

✰ but i could also see him using something tame like “love” or “sweetheart”

✰ hes also the type to leave you on read

✰ especially if you’re asking when he’ll be back or how his mission is going

✰ generally just keeps his work separate from home unless he needs to vent or it’s extremely relevant to you

leorio

✰ wishes he could talk more often

✰ school just keeps him really busy

✰ will be upfront with you if he needs time to study, make dinner, or anything of that nature

✰ you’d get in the habit of leaving voicemails

✰ he listens to them all and leaves some for you too

✰ also good morning and good night texts, always

✰ your picture is whatever picture of you he finds the hottest tbh

✰ your name would be a pet name such as “shorty” or “beautiful”

✰ idk why but i feel like he’d misplace his phone often

✰ so if he doesn’t respond by the end of the day, you’ll probably get a call from his roommate’s phone saying how he lost his own

hisoka

✰ lets it ring out and then calls back a minute later

✰ “oh did you need something?”

✰ this man can’t stop playing games, the call cuts off halfway through what you’re saying

✰ then he calls back again acting like it was the wi-fi

✰ don’t worry——that’s only like a quarter of the time

✰ depending on his mood, he’ll be mostly serious

✰ imagine the look on his face when he realizes you’re calling because you’re in the hospital or smth

✰ yeah so he’s better at responding now!

✰ your contact picture is gonna be from the most stalker angle

✰ like it’s just you sleeping

✰ you found that a little odd but maybe your clown just wants to capture those memories

✰ …while you’re walking home on the opposite sidewalk

✰ if you’re in a longer, serious relationship, your name is something romantic like “my dove” but it’ll take a while to get there

illumi

✰ you’d be so surprised to find that he loves to call

✰ he travels a lot as an assassin, so he needs something to do

✰ would always text you formally it’s scary

“have you arrived at the manor yet, y/n? be sure to notify me immediately once you do.”

✰ he’s giving you customer service type responses

✰ you’ll also get updates about his missions

“i’ve just finished killing the target, expect to see me home in four days”

✰ the contact is just your name and if you convince him, he’ll add a picture of your choice

chrollo

✰ has like six phones

✰ if you didn’t know he was the leader of a gang you might‘ve thought he was cheating

✰ you also have the numbers of most of the spiders

✰ so if he ever has to disappear (like after yorknew) they’ll be sure to let you know what’s going on

✰ he’ll text you a few times a day if he’s able to

✰ would ask about your day and remind you to take care of yourself

✰ the conversations usually focus on you, while he listens or prompts you

✰ like kurapika, doesn’t want to involve you in troupe business so it’s very rare for him to even mention them

✰ he doubts you even want to hear about how he robbed an old man today, or killed a woman who didn’t hand over a jewel

✰ on his top secret personal phone, he’ll give you a contact photo with both of you in it

✰ your name would be a classy pet name, maybe “princess” or “beloved”

#hxh x reader #hxh hcs #hxh headcanons #adult trio #kurapika x reader #killua x reader #chrollo x reader #gon x reader #leorio x reader #hisoka x reader #illumi x reader #hisokas a lil out of character lmaoo

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xothatnerdykid · 1 year ago

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what's love got to do with it?

The students and teachers alike at UA High can't help but notice the strange behavior of the typically stern and stoic teacher of Class 1-A. They come up with all sorts of theories but soon discover the even more surprising truth: Aizawa-sensei is simply falling in love. Fluffy Aizawa x fem!reader drabble. SFW. 2,828 words.

The way everyone looks at him when he walks in, you’d think he’d grown a second head or something.

Aizawa glances up from his phone after reading a sweet little text from you, greeting him good morning and wishing him a good day at work, only to find every student's wide-eyed, unblinking attention focused solely on him.

One second, they were all happily chattering, and then, the next…

"Hmm? What?" He asks his class offhandedly, throwing his things on the table and taking his usual seat.

But instead of answering him, the whole room erupts into a whispered frenzy.

"Did you see that? Did he just...?"

"No way! Must have been a trick of the light or something."

"What the heck? I feel so unnerved. Llike we just spotted a UFO or something.”

“You guys saw it too, right? Are we all just collectively hallucinating?”

"Oi!" He calls their attention. "Would anyone care to tell me what it is exactly that's gotten all of you so worked up this morning?"

Stunned silence falls over Class 1-A again, and Aizawa can’t help but cross his arms and sigh. “Iida? Yaoyorozu? What’s going on?”

He doesn’t miss the way the class president and vice-president exchange a hesitant look before Iida answers him.

“Apologies, sensei!” He hastily gets up to bow. “I will personally make sure everyone quiets down.” He zooms around the room and gestures frantically at his noisy classmates to settle down.

Bemused by their commotion, Aizawa observes them all carefully. What could’ve caused such a stir? He wonders. And why are they all so reluctant to tell him? Did he have a piece of spinach in his teeth or something? A quick glance downwards tells him he didn’t forget to wear pants or shoes or anything, so what was it?

“If I may, sensei?” Yaoyorozu raises her hand and he nods at her. “I think everyone was just a little distracted by your change in demeanor today."

He furrows his eyebrows at the young girl. "What change?"

"Well, we’ve never seen you smile before. Or at least, not like that.”

He blinks in surprise. He’d been smiling when he walked into class this morning? "What about it?"

"Well, sir," Iida adds, taking his seat once everyone's finally settled down. "It's quite an uncommon sight. Naturally, they were taken aback."

“You usually only smile when you’re giving us a tough time in exams or training exercises, sensei.”

The corners of Aizawa’s mouth twitch upwards at that, which he quickly covers up with a small cough. “Well, enough of that. Let’s get on with today’s lesson, shall we?”

Everyone straightens up to listen as their homeroom teacher goes over a few important announcements. And although he isn’t smiling anymore, Class 1-A doesn't miss the way his usually sharp gaze has grown soft and almost...fond as he speaks to them.

As soon as the homeroom bell rings, Aizawa dismisses them with an absent-minded wave of his hand and takes out his phone to text you: Do I really never smile?

You smile when you’re rounding up bad guys sometimes. You reply almost right away. Or when you see a cat.

He chuckles. Apparently I also do it when I’m torturing my students. Then…Or when I’m texting you.

You send back a little cat emoji, and the grin you get after reading that doesn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

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“Shouta! Helloooo? I said Earth to Shouta?” Kayama waves her hand in Aizawa’s face.

It seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in. “Sorry, what?” He blinks up at her.

She gives Yamada a look. “What’s with him today?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, then turns to his friend. “Hey buddy, didn’t get any sleep again last night or something?”

You could say that, Aizawa thinks to himself with a smirk, then hastily scolds his features into their usually stoic expression. “No. Why?”

Kayama raises an eyebrow at him. “You've just been acting a little...off. Distracted, maybe?”

"Nothing to worry about," Aizawa reassures them, dismissing their concerns with a wave of his hand. He goes back to observing his students closely in the hopes of them moving past the subject, but Kayama and Yamada aren’t convinced. Anyone looking at him could tell something was different today.

“Sensei?” Kirishima hesitantly calls out to him. “I’m having a little trouble with my balance. Could you show me that move again?”

Aizawa nods, and everyone’s jaw just about drops to the floor when he demonstrates the proper stance with uncharacteristic patience.

"Remember to be mindful of where you shift your weight," He guides Kirishima through the motions with a supportive tone, a stark departure from his normally gruff and no-nonsense approach. "And keep your focus. You'll get it."

Kirishima does as he’s told and looks to his teacher for feedback.

"No, adjust your stance a bit like this. Yes, that's it. Great improvement," Aizawa says, offering a rare compliment.

Flabbergasted, the red-haired boy manages a stuttering, "Th-Thank you, sensei," before Aizawa moves on to help the next student.

Observing everything from afar, Kayama leans over to Yamada and whispers, “He didn’t get a concussion on that last mission, did he? I've never seen him like this."

��Check what was in his coffee a while ago. And if he still has more — oof, it was just a joke!”

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“Okay, enough is enough!” Mina bursts into the room, dramatically crying. “I have to know!”

“Know what?” Kirishima asks as the others start to gather around her.

“What’s going on with Aizawa sensei? I saw him on the way here — he’s wearing a buttoned up shirt.”

There’s a collective gasp.

“Are you sure?” Momo asks.

Mina nods frantically. “And it was freshly pressed, too!”

Another round of gasps.

“And his hair was tied up!” The pink girl all but weeps, throwing herself onto the nearest desk.

“What do you think is going on with him?” Deku rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“He’s been acting so weird lately!” Uraraka whines.

As if on cue, Aizawa walks in. “Good morning, class,” he greets them without his usual gruffness.

Everyone hurries back to their seats, but Mina leans over to grab Kaminari’s sleeve, screaming under her breath, “He said good morning!”

“Look at his eyes!” He points frantically. “No puffy, dark circles or redness at all! He actually looks well-rested for once!”

“That’s where I draw the line!” Kirishima almost slams his fist on his desk. “We have to get to the bottom of this.”

Sero joins them, “Do you think Mic sensei and Midnight sensei know anything?”

Kaminari shrugs, “It’s worth asking.”

“Maybe Aizawa sensei has a secret twin and he’s pulling a prank on us?” Deku contemplates.

Uraraka shakes her head, “Sensei? Pulling a prank? I doubt it. What if there’s a new teacher at UA with a shape-shifting quirk?”

“Or Shinsou brainwashed him into being in a good mood?” Jirou chimes in.

As they huddle and murmur, Todoroki and Tokoyami shoot them curious glances, and Iida has to shush them discreetly.

They snap back to attention every time Aizawa faces them, pretending to listen to the lesson. But as soon as their sensei turns away again, the room buzzes with whispered speculation.

And though he acts none the wiser, seemingly engrossed in the topic they're supposed to be discussing, Aizawa can't help his amusement listening to their outlandish theories. A small, smug part of him relishes stoking the fires of their confusion.

He knew he'd have some explaining to do, but for now, he’s more than happy to just let them wonder.

_________________________________________

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up!” is the first thing Mic says when he spots him. The colorful cocktail in his hand is practically empty, but he happily sips the fun loopy straw for whatever dredges he can anyway.

“Are you going to make me regret it?” Aizawa grumbles, taking his seat next to his friends.

But Mic and Midnight just snicker, unfazed. They’ve had years to get used to his grumpiness after all (and a few drinks to put them in a better mood).

"We have to admit, Aizawa," Midnight smirks up at him. "We had an ulterior motive for asking you to come hang out tonight."

"Don't you always?" He deadpans, lazily chewing at the gyoza they ordered without him. Although he doesn’t show it, he’s pleased to see there’s already a whiskey neat waiting on the table for him.

Midnight rolls her eyes as she slides it over to him, "Yeah, but aside from just getting you to lighten up as usual."

"And getting you to sing karaoke with us, which I still can't believe—"

"You promised me we'd never talk about it again,” Aizawa groans as he rubs his hand over his face. “And that you'd never let me get that drunk again.”

"Awww, come on, buddy," Yamada slings his arm around him. "What's the point of having a good story you can't tell?"

"Fine, but I'll deny it, so no one will believe you anyway."

"I don’t know,” Midnight sing-songs, swirling her margarita in its glass. “With the way you’ve been acting lately, they just might.”

He frowns at her. “Meaning?”

Mic grins, leaning forward with an impish glint in his eye, "Meaning we heard you've been keeping secrets from us, Aizawa."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? Then would you care to tell us why you’ve been smiling so much lately?”

“Or who you’ve been trying to look nice for?”

Realizing they weren’t going to let this go easily, Aizawa sighs and takes a deep sip of his whiskey, the familiar warmth sliding down his throat. He's not one to discuss his personal life openly, even with his close friends, but there's something about their teasing that doesn't quite irk him tonight.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I'm just...happy, I suppose."

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Come on, buddy, you can tell us!” Mic nudges him playfully.

“We want to know what’s got our favorite grump acting like a—" Midnight’s hands quickly fly up to cover her gasp.

“Like a what?” Mic gives her a puzzled look, but Aizawa’s shoulders tense up at the glint in her eyes. That look usually meant very bad things for him.

“Like a lovesick puppy!” She grabs Mic’s arm, excitedly slapping it before shaking Aizawa’s shoulders and squealing into his ear. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re in love!”

Aizawa chokes on his drink, and Mic pats him on the back to ease his coughing fit.

"Real smooth, Kayama,” he teases her.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist," Midnight pouts, the twinkle of amusement still shining bright in her eyes.

Aizawa wipes his mouth and sets his glass down with a sigh. “Well, if you must know…There is…someone I’ve been spending time with.”

"Someone!" His friends chorus, delighted.

Mic nudges him gently. “Well? Don’t leave us in suspense!”

"Who is it? Do we know them?" Midnight leans forward, giggling.

Aizawa looks down at his glass for a moment, contemplating how much he should reveal. Although he feels a little overwhelmed by their excitement and their scrutiny, he also secretly relishes the joy of sharing this part of his life with his closest friends.

It feels good, he thinks, to be around them and to know that they care so much about him. And though he’s never been one to discuss his personal affairs, he trusts these two enough to share the parts of himself he usually kept guarded.

Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, eagerly awaiting his answer, Aizawa's ears turn the faintest shade of red.

“Do you want to meet her?”

_________________________________________

"Had a fun night?" You greet your boyfriend with a hug when he shows up at your door well past a reasonable hour.

You don't miss the small smile on his face when he takes off his shoes. "Actually, I did. But Yamada and Kayama were pretty insistent on meeting you."

"You told them about me?" you respond, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

He nods, not quite meeting your gaze. "I think they'd like you."

"Really?" You plop down on the couch with him and stretch your legs atop his lap.

"Yeah," He gently grazes your thigh. "They were wondering why I've been acting so differently lately."

"Like what?"

"Apparently I'm smiling more and acting nicer and" — He air quotes — “Stopped looking homeless."

You laugh. "And what did you say?"

He shrugs, “That I guess my girlfriend just makes me really happy.”

“Awww,” you pat his cheek playfully. “What’s next? You gonna tell me you’re in love with me or something?”

"Yes? I thought it was obvious?"

"What?" Your heart skips a beat at his nonchalant admission.

“Hmm?” He looks over, and seeing the evident surprise on your face makes Aizawa chuckle. "I thought I'd been making it pretty clear, but I suppose I should say it outright. Yes, I'm in love with you."

Your heart flutters at his words, a warmth spreading through you. "Well, for someone who's known for being so straightforward, you sure took your time saying that."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face and leaves a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. “I’ll say it as many times as you want to hear it, baby.”

You lean in closer, your lips almost touching his. “Alright,” you look up at him with a sleepy smile and half-lidded eyes. “I’m waiting.”

"I love you," he whispers, his voice low and tender. He places a gentle kiss on your nose. “I love you,” and then another on your cheeks…“I love you.”

He gently brushes his lips against yours, cupping your jaw so you can’t help but gaze deeply into his dark, smoky eyes before he finally closes the distance between you.

“Mhhm.” You smile, contentment washing over you like a gentle wave. "I love you, too, baby."

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https-milo · 7 months ago

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Hihi !! First time requesting, this is so awkward ..😭 but by any chance, could you do a Monoma Instagram (if you write for him, of course) thank you !! 🤍

hihi tysm for the request! i think I forgot to put Monoma on my list of characters 😭😭, but yes I can!!

DATING NEITO MONOMA INSTAGRAM!

details!

Instagram posts w/ comments while dating Neito Monoma!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of interest, reader can be however you imagine!

(a little different from my usual insta posts)

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/ncantthink · 5w

1.9k likes liked by kendos.fist, tetsu.x4, deku_, ocha.uravity

y/ncantthink soft... soft launch?

ocha.uravity ???? CALL ME??? y/ncantthink ocha.uravity i cant say who it issss :(( ocha.uravity y/ncantthink why nottt :((( y/ncantthink ocha.uravity cause hes a hypocrite 👎👎

kendos.fist Oh! I know whooooooo ;) y/ncantthink kendos.fist SHUT UP PLEASE

monoma.copies whoever it is must be stupid, who would date someone from class A?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

monoma.copies · 4w

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monoma.copies Me. I would.

tagged: y/ncantthink

y/ncantthink you would what, sweetie 😊😊😊 monoma.copies y/ncantthink date someone from 🤢🤢class A🤢🤢 y/ncantthink monoma.copies hmmm I think your phone glitched and added some weird emojis :// monoma.copies y/ncantthink strange!! 😊😊

kendos.fist All Might gives his strongest soldiers (Y/n) his toughest battles (dating Monoma) y/ncantthink kendos.fist thank you Itsuka 🫶🫶 but Neito really isn't that bad!!

ocha.uravity hes got her defending him on the main 😭😭 y/ncantthink ocha.uravity im serious!! hes really not bad at all!

tetsu.x4 shes out on the frontlines after this post

y/ncantthink · 3w

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y/ncantthink my pretty princess <3

tagged: monoma.copies

kendos.fist cant believe he let you take that 😭😭 y/ncantthink kendos.fist bc he's not a bad guy :(

monoma.copies we're such a cute couple (I'm the cuter one tho) y/ncantthink monoma.copies whatever you say, princess 🙄 chargebolt.dk monoma.copies ik ur playing...

tetsu.x4 you guys are so cute, i want to punch a wall RED.RIOT tetsu.x4 IKR!! Even if Monoma hates our class, its so cute that they're together!! hanta.fanta RED.RIOT you're joking...

deku_ i don't see anything wrong with the two being together..? am I missing something? chargebolt.dk deku_ he's always been a dick to our class. and now he's dating one of us? It doesn't make sense. deku_ chargebolt.dk kacchan is always a dick too, but we're all friends with him. I mean like whatever, but I think we should just let them live their lives.

monoma.copies · 2w

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monoma.copies wish you guys would just hop off and let us be happy

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y/ncantthink im sorry, I know most of them are my friends. I've been defending you and everything, idk what else to do monoma.copies y/ncantthink I don't blame you. you can't control them. thanks for defending me (even though your class sucks) y/ncantthink monoma.copies ofc <3 anytime

chargebolt.dk maybe we would if you weren't such a dick :D y/ncantthink chargebolt.dk Kaminari istg if you don't stfu hanta.fanta y/ncantthink don't tell me his personality is rubbing off on you... y/ncantthink hanta.fanta I literally don't want to hear from either of you. idk why you're being such dicks but I hope you choke on each other.

tetsu.x4 idk why everyone is hating, you two are so cute kendos.fist tetsu.x4 no fr, monoma has literally changed and became more bearable cause of y/n :///

RED.RIOT sorry for my classmates dude! You two just keep being you!!

deku_ idk what has gotten into some of us, but the majority of class A has nothing against you two

y/ncantthink · 1d ⭐ close friends

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y/ncantthink i hope you guys are soooo happy!! he broke up with me because the CONSTANT comments ab how we "weren't good for each other" and "I could do so much better" got to him! I do not want to talk to either of you (you know who you are). I'm switching to shiketsu

kendos.fist im so sorry y/n. neito hasnt been much better. I can tell he misses you y/ncantthink kendos.fist I just wish things would've worked out :/

chargebolt.dk are you serious? dont switch schools dude. y/ncantthink chargebolt.dk nah fuck you and sero. i wont be seeing you ever *you have blocked this user*

ocha.uravity im so sorry babes. im going to miss you so much. please keep contact? y/ncantthink ocha.uravity ofc. ill miss you too

RED.RIOT im so sorry. i tried talking to them.

deku_ we're gonna miss you so much. im here if you need it and I wish you the best

Thank you so much for reading <3

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w1w2 · 6 days ago

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Still Yours

Ningning x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 7k

Synopsis: Y/N and Ningning once found solace in their shared world, a quiet sanctuary away from the chaos. But as Ningning’s dreams take flight, the space between them begins to widen. Now, in the stillness of their home, Y/N wonders if it is all still worth it.

Notes: It had been rotting in my docs for so long… Since I couldn't sleep last night, I finally finished it. I didn't even try to be happy today lmao. Here you go babes! Enjoy!

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The apartment felt different these days. It was the same space they had moved into together a little over a year ago—modern, tucked away in a quiet part of Seoul, safe from prying eyes. It was supposed to be their escape, their little sanctuary away from the world. But now, it felt more like a waiting room.

Y/N sat curled up on the couch, law books spread open on the coffee table, but she wasn’t reading. Her pen rested idly in her hand, poised over the highlighted pages, though she hadn’t written anything in over twenty minutes. Instead, her gaze kept flickering toward the front door, waiting for the sound of keys jingling, of footsteps breaking the quiet stillness of the apartment.

11:42 PM.

She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She shouldn’t be surprised. She shouldn’t be disappointed. She should be used to this by now.

It wasn’t always like this.

Y/N could still remember the early days, when Ningning was still a trainee, full of dreams and boundless energy, always running from one practice to another, trying to prove herself. She lived in the trainee dorms back then, surrounded by strict rules and constant supervision. Their time together was scarce, stolen in between Ningning’s vocal lessons and dance practices.

But somehow, it had been enough.

They would meet in secret, tucked away in quiet cafés where no one would recognize them, sharing whispered conversations over half-finished drinks. Late at night, when the dorm lights were out, Ningning would send voice notes instead of texts, her sleepy voice slurring slightly as she mumbled, "I wish I could be with you right now."

There were nights when Y/N would wait outside the company building, just for a few minutes with her. Ningning would run out with her hair still damp from sweat, out of breath but grinning like Y/N was the only thing keeping her going.

“Five minutes,” Ningning would say, grabbing Y/N’s hands despite how cold they were. “I only have five minutes before they yell at me.”

And those five minutes had always felt like forever.

Back then, even if they had to keep their relationship hidden, even if their moments together were fleeting, it still felt like they were fighting for something real.

Now, Y/N wasn’t so sure anymore.

The moment Ningning debuted, everything changed. Her schedule became unpredictable, packed with rehearsals, photoshoots, music shows, and fan events. At first, Y/N had been patient. She understood that this was Ningning’s dream, and she supported her unconditionally. She had promised herself that she would never be the kind of person who resented their partner’s success.

But patience could only stretch so far.

A soft ding broke the silence. Y/N grabbed her phone off the table.

Ningning (11:45 PM): Almost home.

That was it. No apology, no heart emoji, no “I miss you”. Just two words.

Y/N’s grip on her phone tightened.

Once upon a time, Ningning would have texted her throughout the day. Little things, like “Just finished rehearsal. I’m dead.” or “This song reminds me of you.” or “I miss you so much I’m gonna die, why do I have a schedule and not you in my arms?”

But now, all she got was “Almost home.”

Y/N stared at the message for a few seconds before setting her phone down. She knew she was being unfair. Ningning was exhausted, she was busy. But no matter how many times she reminded herself of that, the loneliness in her chest never seemed to fade.

The minutes dragged on.

Finally, the sound of the front door unlocking broke the stillness.

Ningning stepped inside, head lowered as she nudged the door shut behind her. She was still in her stage makeup, though it had smudged slightly from the long hours. The hoodie she had thrown over her head couldn’t quite hide the exhaustion on her face. Her bag slid off her shoulder, landing unceremoniously on the floor.

She barely looked up before murmuring, “Hey.”

Y/N closed her book, watching her carefully. “You’re late.”

“I had rehearsals,” Ningning said, her voice tired.

“You always have rehearsals.”

The words slipped out before Y/N could stop them. Her voice was calm, but the sharp edge beneath it was unmistakable.

Ningning sighed, finally meeting Y/N’s gaze. “What do you want me to do about it? Skip work?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” Ningning exhaled, rubbing her temples. “Because every time I come home, you have that look on your face like I did something wrong.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. She didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want this to be another night spent going in circles, another night of meaningless arguments that left them both exhausted. But it was getting harder and harder to swallow everything down, to pretend like she wasn’t breaking under the weight of always coming second.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” Y/N said finally.

“See what?”

“How much things have changed.”

Ningning frowned. “Y/N—”

“You don’t text me anymore. You barely call. You’re never home,” Y/N continued, her voice rising. “And when you are here, you’re too tired to even look at me. Do you even want to be with me anymore?”

The words came out before she could stop them.

Ningning’s face shifted from frustration to something softer, something like hurt. “How can you even say that?”

“Because it feels like I’m the only one holding onto this.” Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. “And I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing that.”

Silence.

Ningning took a step forward, voice quieter now. “I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you.”

“Then show me,” Y/N whispered.

Another long pause. Ningning looked down, hands tightening into fists at her sides. Y/N could see the exhaustion in her body, the weight of too many schedules, too many expectations pressing against her shoulders.

But she was tired too.

Tired of feeling invisible, tired of pretending that love alone was enough, tired of waiting for something to change.

For the first time in a long time, neither of them knew what to say. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating, and Y/N had never felt further away from the girl standing right in front of her.

She wished Ningning would reach for her. Say something. Do something to make her believe they could fix this.

But instead, Ningning let out a long, tired sigh. She rubbed a hand over her face, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. “I have an early schedule tomorrow. We should sleep.”

That was it. That was all she said.

Y/N felt something deep inside her crack, but she didn’t argue. She just nodded stiffly, watching as Ningning stood up from the couch, stretching her arms before quietly walking toward their bedroom.

For a moment, Y/N didn’t move. She stayed there, curled up on the couch, staring at the space Ningning had just left. The warmth of her presence still lingered in the room, but it already felt like she was gone.

After a few minutes, Y/N forced herself to get up and follow.

By the time she entered their bedroom, Ningning was already under the covers, her back turned. The soft glow of her phone screen flickered against the darkness, illuminating her face in brief flashes as she scrolled through messages, probably work-related. Probably nothing to do with her.

Y/N hesitated. She wanted to say something. To reach out, shake Ningning’s shoulder, demand that she look at her and promise that they were going to be okay.

But the exhaustion weighing on her body, on her heart, was too much. So instead, she just climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

A few seconds later, she felt Ningning shift beside her.

Then, slowly, a familiar warmth pressed against her back. Ningning’s arms wrapped around her waist, her chin resting against Y/N’s shoulder.

For a moment, Y/N held her breath.

“I know things have been hard,” Ningning whispered against her skin. “But we’ll be okay, Y/N.”

Y/N swallowed, blinking against the sudden sting in her eyes.

Ningning’s fingers traced absentminded patterns against her hip, her voice softer now. “I promise… after the tour, I’ll make it up to you.”

Y/N wanted to believe her. She really, really did. So she said nothing.

She just closed her eyes and let herself sink into the warmth of Ningning’s embrace, pretending for a little while longer that this was enough.

The morning came too quickly.

Y/N woke up to the sound of Ningning’s alarm blaring from across the room, vibrating loudly against the nightstand. The warmth from the night before was gone, Ningning had already slipped out of bed, her side cold and empty.

By the time Y/N dragged herself out from under the covers, Ningning was in the bathroom, door slightly ajar, steam from the shower spilling into the bedroom. The faint scent of her body wash filled the air.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing at her tired eyes. She could hear Ningning humming softly, a song she had probably rehearsed a hundred times. It was such a simple sound, one that used to make Y/N smile. But this morning, it felt… distant.

By the time Ningning emerged, fresh-faced and dressed for the day, Y/N was already at her desk, flipping through her case files, pretending to be more focused than she really was.

They didn’t talk.

They didn’t fight, either.

They just moved around each other like strangers, like two people playing house, waiting for the moment when one of them would finally break the silence.

Ningning left for her schedule with a quick, distracted kiss to Y/N’s temple. She didn’t notice how Y/N barely reacted.

And by the time she returned that evening, exhaustion evident in the way she dropped onto the couch without a word, the weight of everything left unsaid pressed even heavier on Y/N’s chest.

The next few days passed the same way, conversations that never went beyond “How was your day?” and “Did you eat?”, lingering glances that neither of them acted on, nights spent lying next to each other but feeling miles apart.

The words Y/N had spoken that night still hung in the air between them, unanswered. And by the time Ningning started packing for the U.S. tour, the weight of everything unspoken had become unbearable.

The fight didn’t start with screaming.

It started with silence.

The kind of silence that stretched between them like an invisible wall, thick and suffocating, made heavier by everything left unsaid.

Ningning was sitting at the edge of the couch, scrolling through her phone, the suitcase next to her was already zipped, ready to go. The U.S. leg of the tour was starting in less than forty-eight hours.

Y/N stood in the doorway, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She had been watching Ningning sitting there for the past ten minutes, waiting, hoping for her to say something, to acknowledge her.

But she didn’t.

Of course she didn’t.

Because this had become their routine. Ningning coming home late, exhausted and distracted. Y/N pretending she wasn’t hurt. Avoiding the inevitable conversation, because what was the point? They both knew how it would end.

Except tonight, Y/N couldn’t swallow it down anymore.

“So that’s it, then?” she finally spoke, voice sharper than she intended. “You’re leaving.”

Ningning glanced up briefly before turning her attention back to her phone. “You know I have to.”

“I know, Ningning,” Y/N said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I always know. That’s the problem.”

Ningning sighed, tossing her phone onto the couch. “Y/N, please. Not tonight.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “Not tonight? When, then? When you come back in a month? When you have another five minutes to spare between schedules?”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is that I don’t even know the last time we acted like a couple,” Y/N snapped, taking a step closer. “I don’t even know the last time you kissed me without it feeling like an afterthought.”

Ningning’s expression twisted, her shoulders tensing. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” Y/N’s voice cracked. “Because it feels like I’m dating a ghost, Ningning. You come and go, and I’m just supposed to wait around like I don’t exist outside of this apartment?”

Ningning clenched her jaw. “You know why things are like this.”

“Yes, I do,” Y/N whispered. “And I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

The words made Ningning freeze.

For a moment, the air between them was still.

Y/N could feel her own heart pounding in her chest, her fingers trembling slightly at her sides. She had been holding onto this for too long, months, maybe even years. She had ignored the way her heart ached when Ningning pulled away first, the way she hid them like a secret too dangerous to be spoken out loud. She had told herself it was okay. That it was worth it.

But what if it wasn’t?

“What are you saying?” Ningning’s voice was quieter now.

Y/N took a deep breath, then said the words she had been too afraid to say before.

“Maybe we should just call it the end.”

The moment the words left her lips, she saw the shift in Ningning’s expression.

Shock.

Then hurt.

Then something close to panic.

“No,” Ningning said immediately, shaking her head. “No, Y/N. You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know what I mean anymore,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just know I can’t keep doing this. Pretending like I’m okay with being hidden. Pretending like I don’t care that I barely see you. That I can’t even call you mine outside of these walls.”

Ningning took a step forward, reaching out, but Y/N stepped back.

That small movement made something flicker in Ningning’s eyes.

Desperation.

“Y/N, please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking slightly. “I—”

A loud knock on the front door cut her off.

Ningning squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, her whole body tensing. Y/N knew what that meant.

Her manager was here. It was time to go.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. She had told herself she wouldn’t cry.

Not this time.

Ningning turned back to her, panic creeping into her voice. “I have to leave, but we’re not done talking about this.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She didn’t trust herself to speak.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

Ningning hesitated for only a second before grabbing her bag and heading toward the door. But just as she reached for the handle, she stopped.

Slowly, she turned back.

Her eyes were glistening, her lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something, like she wanted to stay.

But she didn’t, instead, her voice came out in a shaky whisper.

“We’ll talk about this after I come back. I love you.”

And then she was gone, the door clicked shut and the silence that followed was deafening.

The first few days after Ningning left were eerily quiet.

Y/N had expected it, prepared for it even. She told herself that this was what they needed. A space to think, to breathe, to figure out if this relationship was even worth saving.

Distance was supposed to bring clarity, but all it brought was an aching loneliness that settled deep in her chest.

She threw herself into her studies with an almost desperate intensity. Law school had always been demanding, but now she welcomed the relentless pace, using it as a shield against the thoughts clawing at the back of her mind. She stayed late in the library, let herself get lost in endless case studies, took on extra assignments she didn’t even need.

If she was busy enough, maybe she wouldn’t notice how empty the apartment felt without Ningning’s presence.

But no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, Ningning was everywhere.

Her name was trending on social media almost daily. A new performance, a backstage video, a candid video of her laughing with her members. Fans flooded the comments with admiration, calling her stunning, charismatic, unreal.

Y/N told herself not to look.

But she always did.

She would watch clips of Ningning on stage, radiant under the blinding lights, smiling so effortlessly like the weight of the world wasn’t crushing her. And each time, it felt like a knife twisting deeper into her chest.

Because how was it possible that someone who looked so happy could make her feel so miserable?

The messages started the day after Ningning left.

Ningning (9:14 AM): Landed safely. Ningning (12:07 PM): You forgot to put my charger in my bag. Ningning (1:33 AM): I miss you.

Y/N saw them all.

She would stare at her screen, rereading the words over and over, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

But she didn’t reply.

Because what was she supposed to say? “I miss you too?” It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t enough. Missing Ningning didn’t erase the hurt. It didn’t erase the fact that their love had started to feel like a burden Ningning was too busy to carry.

Maybe it was petty, but Y/N didn’t know how to respond without breaking open the wound all over again.

So, she did nothing. She let the messages sit there, unanswered.

By the end of the week, Ningning had stopped texting.

Y/N told herself this was what she wanted.

She told herself that silence was easier than another fight, easier than another empty promise.

But then, in the quiet hours of the night, when she lay alone in their bed, staring at the ceiling, she wondered if Ningning was lying awake, too. If she was thinking about Y/N as much as Y/N was thinking about her.

Somewhere across the world, Ningning was stepping onto a stage, lights blinding, fans screaming her name.

And for the first time, Y/N didn’t know if she still had a place in that world.

Ningning had been performing for as long as she could remember. The stage was supposed to be her second home, a place where she could lose herself in the music, in the cheers of fans, in the lights that made everything else disappear.

But this time, it felt different.

Hollow.

She went through the motions effortlessly, smiling at the cameras, hitting every note with practiced perfection, waving at fans as if she wasn’t falling apart inside.

But the moment the lights dimmed and she stepped off stage, reality came crashing back down on her.

Because when she looked at the crowd, she wasn’t searching for excited fans anymore. She was searching for her.

And she wasn’t there.

She kept checking her phone, even when she knew she shouldn’t.

Waiting.

Hoping.

But Y/N never replied.

At first, she told herself that Y/N was just busy with school. That she’d message her when she had time. That this wasn’t a big deal, that the distance was temporary, that the fight would pass like all the others before it.

But as the days stretched on, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered something else.

What if she’s done waiting?

What if this time, Y/N wasn’t just giving her the silent treatment?

What if this time, she was letting go?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Her members noticed something was off.

Ningning wasn’t as talkative during rehearsals. She spaced out during meals, pushing food around her plate instead of eating. She laughed when she was supposed to, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Even on stage, where she was supposed to feel the most alive, something felt missing.

Aeri was the first to say something. “Ning, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she lied.

Jimin caught her staring at her phone one too many times and nudged her playfully. “You waiting on a text or something?”

Ningning forced a laugh. “Something like that.”

She didn’t tell them that she wasn’t waiting for a text. She was waiting for a sign that she hadn’t completely ruined the best thing in her life.

But Y/N’s silence stretched on, suffocating.

And no matter how many times Ningning checked her phone, no matter how many ways she tried to convince herself that Y/N just needed time, the unanswered messages stayed the same.

By the time she stepped onto the stage that night, the ache in her chest had settled into something dull and constant, buried beneath layers of rehearsed smiles and adrenaline.

She told herself she could push through it. That performing, like always, would make her forget.

But the moment the lights dimmed and the final song ended, she realized she had been wrong.

It had been a long night.

The kind that clung to her skin like sweat, the kind that made her bones ache from exhaustion but left her mind wide awake, buzzing with leftover adrenaline. The stadium had been packed, the energy electric, her voice ringing through the speakers as thousands of fans sang along. It was the kind of night that should have made her feel alive.

Instead, she felt empty.

As soon as she stepped off stage, the weight of everything came crashing down again.

Ningning barely registered the murmured praises from the staff, the gentle pats on her shoulder as she walked down the long hallway to the dressing room. Her body was on autopilot, smiling, nodding, whispering a quiet thank you, but her mind was elsewhere. Stuck in a place far from the flashing cameras and screaming crowds.

Stuck on her.

The dressing room was quiet when she walked in, the distant hum of voices from outside muffled by the heavy door. The exhaustion settled over her all at once, making her limbs feel heavy as she dropped onto the couch. Her muscles ached, her throat was raw from singing, and all she wanted was to reach for her phone and see something from Y/N.

Just one message.

One missed call.

One sign that Y/N was still there, still waiting for her, still hers.

She unlocked her phone, her fingers swiping instinctively to their chat.

Nothing.

The last message was still from her. “I miss you.” Unread. Unanswered.

Ningning swallowed, her grip on the phone tightening as she stared at the screen. The tiny gray "delivered" text felt like a wall between them, an unspoken barrier that stretched across oceans and time zones.

She exhaled shakily, tilting her head back against the couch, blinking rapidly. She couldn’t do this right now.

But then, her fingers slipped.

The phone tumbled from her hands, landing with a dull thud on the floor. The impact wasn’t hard, but it was enough to pop the case open slightly from the force.

Something fluttered out.

Ningning frowned, leaning forward. Her breath caught the moment her eyes landed on it.

A small, worn polaroid.

For a second, she didn’t move.

It lay face-up on the floor, the faded colors staring back at her like a ghost from the past. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she hesitated, then slowly reached down, picking it up between trembling fingers.

She had forgotten it was even there.

Tucked inside her phone case, pressed against the device she carried with her everywhere. Close to her, always.

Her breath hitched as she stared at the image.

Y/N was sitting on the floor of Ningning’s old dorm room, grinning at the camera, holding up a peace sign. Ningning was behind her, chin resting on Y/N’s shoulder, her eyes crinkled with laughter. She remembered the exact moment it had been taken, one of those rare nights when they had managed to steal a few precious hours together.

She could still hear Y/N’s voice teasing her. “You always say you’re too busy to take photos, but one day you’re gonna wish you had more of them.”

Back then, Ningning had rolled her eyes, pretending it didn’t matter, but now, looking at this tiny, fraying piece of the past, she realized Y/N had been right.

The polaroid blurred as tears gathered in her eyes, her fingers tightening around it. It had been taken years ago, back when everything had felt easier.

Back when they thought they had all the time in the world.

A lump formed in her throat, and suddenly, she couldn’t breathe.

She pressed the polaroid against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as the weight of everything she had been trying to ignore finally crashed over her.

She had been so caught up in her world, her schedules, her career, the relentless pace of being an idol, that she hadn’t even realized she was losing the most important thing in her life.

Her hands curled into fists. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw her phone against the wall.

She wanted to rewind time and tell Y/N before she left, “Don’t give up on me yet. I love you. I love you more than this.”

But she hadn’t.

And now, she wasn’t sure if Y/N was still listening.

Ningning sat frozen, the polaroid still pressed against her chest. Her breathing was uneven, the weight of everything she had been avoiding crushing her all at once.

The dressing room around her felt smaller, suffocating. The noise outside blurred into a distant hum, like she was underwater.

She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to take a shaky breath, but it didn’t help.

The realization hit her like a slow, sinking weight.

A movement to her left broke her from her thoughts.

Her members had been watching her, exchanging hesitant glances. Ningning knew they had noticed something was wrong, she had felt their concerned stares, heard their quiet murmurs when they thought she wasn’t listening.

But she had ignored it.

Until now.

Jimin finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. “Ning… are you okay?”

Ningning let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. It trembled on the way out.

“No.”

The word barely made it past her lips, but admitting it made her feel like something inside her had finally cracked open.

Jimin frowned and sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. She didn’t say anything at first, just let the silence settle. Then, after a moment, she sighed.

“You haven’t been yourself lately.”

Ningning swallowed hard, her fingers ghosting over the edges of the polaroid, tracing its familiar shape like she was afraid it might disappear. She stared at it like it held all the answers, like if she looked at it long enough, she could go back to the moment it was taken.

“I think I messed everything up,” she whispered.

Jimin was quiet for a moment before she asked, gently, “With Y/N?”

Ningning didn’t have the strength to lie. She just nodded.

Aeri, who had been sitting across from them, shifted uncomfortably. “You guys… did you break up?”

The word made Ningning flinch.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. Her voice was hoarse, like saying it out loud made it real. “I said we’d talk when I got back. But…” Her throat tightened. “What if she doesn’t want to talk anymore?”

Jimin nudged her lightly. “You know, it’s not too late to fix things.”

Ningning let out a hollow laugh. “She won’t even text me back.”

Aeri leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. “That doesn’t mean she stopped caring.”

Jimin nodded in agreement. “Sometimes, people need space to figure out what they really want.”

Ningning blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling. She hated this, hated feeling this raw, this vulnerable. On stage, she was confident, untouchable. But here, sitting in a dimly lit dressing room with a polaroid clutched between her fingers, she just felt small.

“What if she decides she doesn’t want me anymore?” she whispered.

Jimin sighed, resting a comforting hand on her knee. “Then that’s something you’ll have to face.”

Ningning swallowed, throat tight.

Jimin squeezed her knee lightly. “But if you love her, really love her, don’t you think she deserves to know that?”

Ningning stared down at the polaroid in her hands, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

She already knew the answer, she just didn’t know if she had the courage to face it yet.

But one thing was clear.

She couldn’t keep pretending like she was okay without Y/N, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose her without a fight.

For the rest of the night, that thought refused to leave her.

Even as she went through the motions of winding down, changing into comfortable clothes, removing her stage makeup, slipping beneath the hotel sheets, her mind never quieted. Sleep didn’t come easily. She tossed and turned, her body exhausted but her thoughts relentless. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Y/N. The way she used to smile at her. The way her voice softened whenever she said her name. The way she had looked at her that night before she left, something fragile and breaking just beneath the surface.

And Ningning had just walked away.

The weight of it settled deep in her chest.

Morning came too soon, the blaring of her alarm dragging her out of a restless sleep. Rehearsals, interviews, more travel, it all blurred together, an endless cycle she had memorized so well.

But for the first time in years, she felt disconnected from it all.

Like she was watching herself from the outside, going through the steps of a life that suddenly felt too far away.

Because the only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed, wasn’t here.

Ningning had spent the past few days pretending.

Pretending she was fine. Pretending the silence didn’t hurt. Pretending she wasn’t breaking apart in a way that no amount of rehearsals, flashing lights, or deafening cheers could fix.

But the thing about pretending was that it only worked if you convinced yourself, too.

And Ningning wasn’t convinced.

She could feel it, this ache, this unbearable weight pressing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe with each passing day. It settled in the quiet moments, when the stage lights dimmed, when the adrenaline faded, when the only sound left was the ringing in her ears and the distant hum of a city that wasn’t home.

Home.

The word itself made something in her stomach twist painfully, a longing so deep it almost made her sick. Because home wasn’t this hotel room, no matter how luxurious the suite was. It wasn’t the sprawling skyline outside her window, or the endless cities she traveled to, or the stages she poured her soul into night after night.

Home was her.

It was Y/N’s voice in the morning, still thick with sleep, mumbling complaints about how Ningning stole the blankets. It was the way she always left a cup of tea on the counter for Ningning, even when she knew she’d be too tired to drink it. It was the feeling of fingers threading through her hair absentmindedly while she studied lyrics on the couch, the way Y/N would hum songs under her breath without realizing it.

Home was an apartment in Seoul that was probably too quiet now.

Home was a person she wasn’t sure still wanted to be hers.

She exhaled shakily, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes, trying to will away the burning sensation creeping in.

She should have texted again. Should have called. Should have done something. But fear kept her paralyzed, fear that Y/N wouldn’t pick up, that she would hear the indifference in her voice, or worse, nothing at all.

And yet, sitting here, thousands of miles away, knowing Y/N was slipping further and further out of reach, that fear paled in comparison to the thought of doing nothing.

The realization hit her like ice water down her spine.

She couldn’t keep going like this.

She couldn’t keep waiting, couldn’t keep convincing herself that silence was temporary, that if she just gave it more time, things would magically fall back into place.

Because they wouldn’t. Not unless she did something.

The decision was made before she even fully processed it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, fingers trembling as she pulled up the one contact she needed right now.

Her manager answered on the second ring, voice groggy from sleep. “Ning? It’s late. What’s wrong?”

Ningning’s breath came out uneven, but her voice, for the first time in weeks, was steady. “I need to go back to Seoul.”

There was a long pause. “What?”

“Just for a few days,” she continued quickly, gripping the phone tighter. “We have a break before the next show. I’ll be back in time.”

Another silence. Then, a sigh.

“Ningning, that’s not how this works,” her manager said, tone laced with exhaustion. “We have security, logistics—”

“I don’t care.” The words came out sharper than she intended, but she didn’t take them back. “I need to go.”

She could hear the hesitation, the way her manager was already trying to think of ways to talk her out of this.

Ningning closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to be talked out of it. Not this time.

“Is this about Y/N?”

Her throat tightened. She didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

She could hear the shift in her manager’s breathing, could practically feel the reluctance on the other end of the line. There were rules, there were expectations, there was an entire machine built around the idea that her personal life came second, that emotions had to be buried beneath professionalism and image.

But she didn’t care about any of that.

Not when it came to Y/N.

“…I’ll see what I can do.”

Relief crashed over her so quickly that it almost made her dizzy. She whispered a quiet thank you, her grip on the phone loosening slightly as she exhaled a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

She set the phone down beside her, hands still shaking, staring blankly at the window. The city lights stretched endlessly before her, glowing against the deep blue of the night sky.

She had spent years chasing dreams, running toward something bigger, something extraordinary.

But in doing so, she had let go of the one thing that had ever truly made her feel whole.

Not anymore.

A little over twenty-four hours later, the knock at the door startled Y/N.

She blinked, her fingers frozen above the pages of her textbook, the soft hum of the desk lamp the only sound filling the apartment. She had been rereading the same paragraph for the past hour, unable to focus, her mind drifting in circles around memories she had sworn she wouldn’t revisit.

She wasn’t expecting anyone.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she pushed back her chair, moving toward the door with hesitant steps. Something about the knock, it wasn’t loud, wasn’t impatient. It was careful. Unsteady. Like the person on the other side wasn’t even sure they should be knocking at all.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, pausing for a split second.

And then, finally, she pulled it open.

The breath was stolen from her lungs.

Ningning stood there, looking like she had been through hell.

Her hoodie was wrinkled, slightly oversized, drowning her small frame. Her carry-on bag hung off her shoulder as if she had barely registered it was there. Her dark hair was messy, strands sticking out in uneven directions like she had been running her hands through it the entire flight.

But it was her eyes that broke Y/N.

Red-rimmed. Tired. Glassy with unshed tears.

She looked fragile in a way Y/N had never seen before, like a single word could shatter her completely.

For a moment, neither of them moved, neither of them spoke.

They just stared, the weight of days of silence pressing down on them, stretching between them like an invisible barrier neither of them knew how to cross.

Then, finally, Ningning let out a shaky breath. Her lips parted, her voice breaking as she whispered,

“I can’t stand the thought that you said we should end it.”

Y/N’s fingers curled into the doorframe, nails pressing into the wood.

Ningning swallowed hard, shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths. “I—I thought I could give you space. I thought maybe if I waited, if I let things settle, we could talk when I got back. That maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.”

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she let out a small, broken laugh, one that sounded nothing like her usual bright, carefree self.

“But it didn’t stop hurting.” She lifted a trembling hand, pressing it against her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. “It got worse. Every day. Every night. I kept reaching for my phone, waiting for something, anything. But you never texted. And I realized…”

Her breath hitched, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“I realized I was losing you.”

Y/N felt like she had forgotten how to breathe.

Ningning took a small step forward, hesitating, her voice nothing more than a whisper now. “You’re my one and only, Y/N. You always have been.”

Another tear.

“I can’t live with the thought of losing you,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she clenched them at her sides. “I wouldn’t survive if you left me.”

Her entire body trembled with the weight of the confession, like she had been holding it in for so long that it physically hurt to say it out loud.

Y/N’s throat tightened, emotion clawing its way up, threatening to spill over.

She wanted to be angry. Wanted to remind Ningning of the nights she had spent alone, the quiet heartbreak of watching someone she loved slip further and further away.

But standing here, watching her fall apart, all Y/N could see was the girl she had loved for years. The girl who had once promised her forever in hushed whispers beneath the stars. The girl who had just crossed oceans to stand on this doorstep, begging her without words to let her back in.

And suddenly, it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter how much time had passed. It didn’t matter how many nights she had spent convincing herself that maybe she and Ningning weren’t meant to last.

Because none of that changed the fact that she loved her.

She had always loved her.

Before she could think, before she could even register what she was doing, she moved.

In one swift motion, she surged forward, arms wrapping around Ningning, pulling her in with a force that nearly knocked them both off balance.

Ningning let out a soft, broken sound, as if she hadn’t expected to be pulled in. As if she had been bracing herself for something far worse, like Y/N turning away, packing her things, deciding that this place, their home, was no longer theirs.

But instead, she was being held.

And as soon as she realized that, she collapsed.

Her fingers clutched at the back of Y/N’s shirt, her entire body shaking as the sobs finally broke free, loud and raw and desperate.

Y/N held her tighter.

One hand tangled in her hair, the other pressing against her back, grounding her, letting her know I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.

Neither of them knew how long they stood there, tangled together in the doorway, the cold air from outside creeping in around them.

Neither of them cared.

Because after everything, after weeks of silence, after nights spent apart, after all the pain and distance and mistakes, Ningning was here.

She had come back.

And Y/N was never letting her go again.

But they couldn’t stay in the doorway forever.

Ningning’s body was still trembling in Y/N’s arms, her breath uneven, ragged, as if she was barely holding herself together. Her hands clutched desperately at the fabric of Y/N’s shirt, her fingers curling tighter every time Y/N shifted, as if she was afraid that one wrong move would make her disappear.

“Y/N…” Ningning’s voice was small, fragile. “I was so scared.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to see her face, cupping her cheeks with gentle hands. Ningning’s skin was warm beneath her fingertips, flushed from crying, and her bottom lip trembled as she tried to hold back another sob.

Y/N’s heart ached.

Scared. Ningning had been scared.

And Y/N had been, too.

They had spent so long apart, drowning in their own pain, in their own stubbornness, in the belief that maybe distance would somehow make things hurt less. But standing here now, feeling Ningning's pulse racing beneath her fingertips, Y/N realized how wrong she had been.

Letting go would have hurt far worse.

“I love you, Yizhuo.” The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, slipping past her lips before she could stop them. “I love you so much it hurts.”

A choked sob left Ningning’s throat. She closed her eyes, more tears spilling over, and when she opened them again, there was something almost disbelieving in her gaze, like she had been bracing for a different answer entirely.

“Do you mean that?” Ningning whispered.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, resting her forehead against Ningning’s. “Of course I do.” She brushed a stray tear from Ningning’s cheek, voice softer now. “I’ve never stopped.”

Ningning let out a breath, part sob, part laughter, before burying herself against Y/N’s neck again, arms tightening around her waist. “Say it again.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to Ningning’s head.

“I love you.”

Ningning let out a small, breathy laugh, but it was different this time, softer, lighter, relieved.

The weight of the past few weeks, of all the fear, the silence, the uncertainty, began to crumble around them.

Y/N was about to say something else when Ningning suddenly pulled back, her brows furrowing slightly. “Wait.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Ningning pouted, a teasing glint flickering behind the lingering tears in her eyes. “You kissed my forehead and my temple, but—” She tapped her lips. “You missed the most important one.”

Y/N let out a soft, incredulous laugh. Even now, she’s still like this.

But she indulged her.

She reached up, cupping Ningning’s cheeks, and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was both deep and gentle, like an apology, a promise, and a homecoming all at once.

Ningning melted into it instantly, fingers curling into Y/N’s hoodie, holding her like she never wanted to let go. The warmth of her, the familiar softness, the way their lips fit together so perfectly, it was almost enough to erase the pain of the past few weeks.

Almost.

When they finally pulled apart, Ningning rested her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath shaky but steadying.

“I almost lost you,” she murmured, voice small but so full of emotion. “And I don’t ever want to feel that again.”

Y/N swallowed hard, the rawness in her voice hitting her straight in the chest.

Then, after a beat, Ningning let out a deep sigh and muttered, “I should make you sign a contract or something, just so you legally can’t break up with me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a fond smile tugged at her lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m practical,” Ningning corrected. “You study law, so I figured you’d appreciate it.”

Y/N gave her a look, and Ningning laughed, nudging their noses together before growing more serious.

“But really,” she whispered, reaching for Y/N’s hands, intertwining their fingers. “Whatever happens next, we’ll figure it out together. I promise you, Y/N. I’ll be here. No more making you feel like you’re alone, no more making you wait, no more leaving you second-guessing where you stand in my life.”

Her voice softened even further, full of sincerity, full of love.

“You’re my love, my life, my one and only,” Ningning continued, squeezing Y/N’s hands. “Even when I’m busy, even when things are crazy, I’ll always make time for you. No more excuses. No more almosts. You come first. Always.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten, warmth spreading through her entire body at the words she had been longing to hear for so long.

She knew promises weren’t magic, they wouldn’t erase everything that had happened. But the way Ningning looked at her now, the way her voice trembled with conviction, the way she held her like she never wanted to let go, it was enough to make Y/N believe.

She smiled, pressing another kiss to Ningning’s lips, slower this time, softer, filled with nothing but love.

“I believe you,” she whispered against her lips.

Ningning let out a soft, content sigh, pulling her in for another hug.

Y/N pressed another kiss against Ningning’s temple before tugging her inside their bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

The world outside didn’t matter right now.

The only thing that mattered was them.

And for the first time in weeks, Y/N let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.

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tan1shere · 12 days ago

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Hi could you do a fic where Billie announces that reader is pregnant?? Like you don’t understand how BAD I want a fic like this. Btw I love you’re fic

Pregnancy Announcement

A/n: yes ofc my love ! Hope this is good <3

Warnings - nothing just fluff ! || masterlist

"Hey you guys." Billie says softly. It was yet another stationhead live. The comments rolled in, people saying all sorts. It was early in the morning, you were snuggled into bed and frankly neither of you could sleep, you had already gotten up once to go puke, and it was only a matter of time before you go and do so again. Every day at around this time you'd spew 3 times. It was horrible, but it was all for something so amazing in the long run. "Just wanted to come on here. Answer some questions."

They fly by as she tries to read them. "Where's Y/n? She's asleep, something I should probably be doing. But I couldn't." She laughs a bit. "It's fine, just couldn't sleep." She says as the comments ask what's wrong. But her attention moves towards you as you toss in the bed. She knew exactly what that meant as you begin to sit up, rushing into the bathroom. The door was heard being closed hastily. Causing Billie to get up and follow. "Be right back you guys." She opens the door right as you were hurling. Coughing in the process.

Since the room was so quiet aside from that, it picked up on her phone quite clearly. You groan in pain as Billie sighs. "I wish I could take this agony away from you." She says softly, crouching and moving some hair from your face. "One more to go this morning." You sigh defeated. "You never know it could just be two this morning?" She says trying to keep you from worrying. You hated puking so this was definitely something you had to get use to for awhile. "I find that unlikely." You say closing your eyes and leaning into her touch, as her hand moves to rest against your cheek. "I'll be ok, go talk to your fans baby." She shakes her head. "I'm here for you, and that's a promise I'm keeping."

You faintly smile at her. Standing and looking in the mirror. "Hey, I'm actually kinda showing now!" You beam, distracting yourself from the horrible events earlier. She smiles wide, going to put her hand on the little bump. "God I'm so excited." She says. You kiss her. "Me too." You both go back out. You get into bed while Billie goes back to her phone seeing the comments blowing up.

"Oh my god, Y/n is pregnant?"

"Is Y/n pregnant???"

That was practically all that was zooming past. Billie freezes for a moment, mouthing something to you. "They know." You giggle at her petrified face. "That's ok, we were going to tell them eventually." You whisper. "Right... Well yes, she is pregnant. Surprise!" Billie chuckles. Not much of a surprise seeing as they all overheard you two. "Everyone's congratulating you, well us but yeah." You smile. "Thank you everyone!" You say.

Not at all how you guys planned to tell the fans, but the previous plan was still in motion just in case no one else knew. Which would be fairly impossible considering her update fan pages. They were always one step ahead. But you decide to do the post you originally were going to do. Billie adds the two positive pregnancy tests on the bed when she's done with that live. Getting the few pieces of clothing already bought and popping that into frame. She snaps the photo adding a few baby emojis.

"🍼👶"

She tags you near the top, posting it for the world to see.

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𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Toji is intent on ruining every other man for you

Warnings: Language, Toxic Relationship, fwb, Age Gap, Minor Gaslighting, Jealousy, Slight Angst, Coercion, Manipulation, Manhandling, Possessiveness, PDA, Threats, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, DUB/CON, Grinding, Forced Orgasm, Rough Sex, Toji Filming You, Video Sex?, Humiliation Kink, Exhibition Kink, Massive Degradation Kink, Neediness, Mutual Masturbation, Humping, Spitting, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, DDLG, Massive Praise Kink, Threats, Slight CNC, Extreme Humiliation, Forced Breeding

A/N: Please proceed with caution, I beg

Perhaps your first mistake is assuming you could open his message, glance over it with hooded, glossy eyes, and swipe out, with the blatant intention of ignoring him.

Toji is rarely someone who fancies wasting time. He types like the old man he is, with messages devoid of emoji's or textual abbreviations.

He had simply and succinctly written:

I miss your face.

His message is unambiguous with the expectation that you are now supposed to drop every commitment you might harbour on this thunderous Thursday night to accommodate him and his nighttime hard-on that probably hit him in a slump of boredom.

It irritated you to imagine how secondary you always seem to be in his mind's eye. It pissed you off to think that his words when he fucked you, his blatant degrdation, may hold a sliver of truth. Perhaps you really were just a sex toy he only makes use of when he wishes for a break from the rest of the world and its obligations. That piercing thought that he used you accommodate all his kinks, while he continuously failed to claim you amongst his associates... it broke you. It left you feeling cheap and ragged and worthless and-

another message peaks over your home screen:

I know you're seeing this. Tell him to fuck off.

"Everything okay?" Your head snaps up from your phone, immediately meeting the eyes of the man you had just kissed under the awning of your Townhouse patio. His warm eyes which had stayed warm throughout the duration of your date are now hooded in concern.

"Everything's perfectly fine," You attempt to reassure your coworker who had just taken you on a fantastic date. There is an inflection in your voice which you quickly attempt to clear, "Just a message from one of my students-"

You're interrupted by another incoming notification which you instinctively check.

I miss your cunt. Need to see you touch yourself.

Swiping out of that particular message had been significantly more difficult, and it took all your willpower to ignore the slew of notifications.

"My kids tend to send messages outside office hours too," your date soldiers on, bending his tall frame hoping to draw your attention once again. "It's like they don't understand the concept of school time and downtime. Teachers have lives too,"

Your eyes narrow infinitesimally at the strain in his voice when he says, "I like seeing you in academic work mode, though. It's hot." You immediately notice his words as a veneer to mask the irritation at having your date interrupted by your notifications. All that hangs between you two now is the rites of passage one is expected to complete at the end of every date.

'Ask me up' his eyes practically pleaded, as you noticed him send tiny glances at your front door, 'Ask me up and let's get this over with',

And perhaps, maybe you would have invited him up. Lord knows your own arousal had been building with the steady stream of Toji's messages, one more quick glance revealed the final message:

Do you honestly imagine yourself calling that puny little thing, Daddy?

A shuddering breath leaves your throat as a million questions bombard a million other statements racing through your mind. Questions of how the fuck Toji knew you were on a date were overshadowed by the realization that you are going to sleep with this stranger tonight. You are going to find a new anchor and a brand new distraction.

"Would you like to stay for a drink-" You asked, or would have asked, had it not been for the sheer shock at having your own door open behind you. You spin around, utterly speechless as you and your date both watch Toji answer your door.

"She doesn't drink," He says, leaning his bare, muscled shoulder against your doorframe, the rest of him is clad in his sweatpants, the drawstring left lazily to hang, "So finding any beverage alcoholic enough for her to negate the fact that you're not going to make her cum, will be quite the feat." Your coworker bristles at Toji's remark, but you're corralled into silence. It is as if your brain can not comprehend what your eyes are seeing in front of you. Your voice is dwindling as you attempt to ask,

"Where did you… How the hell did you get my keys?" But Toji disregards you as easily as he has been doing for the duration of your relationship. Arousal be damned, all you allow yourself to feel in this very moment is red, white, and hot, anger.

It is so easy for him to look past you, so easy for him to pretend you're not there when his cock isn't forcing you to take his cum. The anger pulsates through you, straining your tear ducts. If it weren't for his sudden, inexplicable movements you probably would have cursed him out with tears streaking your face.

With his eyes still on your date, Toji pulls your limp body against him. He dips his head to splay a calloused kiss at the side of your head before letting his hands drift over the curvy outlines of your body. He rubs you soothingly, in a way he knows would get you into a compliant, likely sated state as he pushes your head onto his bare chest.

"You're still standing here?" His head tilts as he stares down your date; a scarred lip curling at the end. "Would you like to watch?" By this point, you're so deep into detangling your own conflicting emotions that you're not even sure who Toji is speaking to. What you are aware of is his bulge rubbing against you from behind. His grip on your hips are concrete as he looks at the now utterly angered man, "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to," Toji's lips graze your ear, "She does enjoy putting on a show,"

You're utterly horrified that his words and raucous display have your colleague lumbering away from your doorstep and racing to his car, never looking back.

"That is an utter shame. I think he would've liked to see how needy you get when you wanna cum-" But you've finally gained enough sensibility to push him away from you. Your heart is beating loud in your ear as you push past him and into your living room.

"Where is it,"

"My dick? It's in my pants and it wants your attention-"

"Your shirt!" Your voice thunders up into the rafters of your living room's ceiling, likely in vicious combat with the thunder groaning outside. "You're going to get your shirt and you're going to leave my house and you will then proceed to leave my fucking life!" You're pushing over cushions and decorative pillows as you search frantically for Toji's shirt, "Give me my fucking house keys and leave me the fuck alone, Toji, I'm serious!"

In the tempest of your movements, frizzy hair wild from your outburst and your manic movements, you are utterly seething to find him directly behind you. His head, dipping into the nape of your neck, deposits a row of kisses as he pushes himself up against you.

"I really need to fuck you." He says, completely reducing your earlier words into nothingness, "I need to hear you make those needy little whimpers of yours and I need you to call me Daddy, okay? I need you to tell Daddy you want him to make you a Mommy," He is utterly delirious as he fists your breasts over your buttoned shirt and thrust his hips into your backside. He is deluded by his own fantasies, guided by his own arousal with little to no thought for your own feelings. You hated that his desires flowed parallel to yours. You hated that you wanted exactly what he wanted. You hated that your panties were already steadily getting soaked at just the thought of him needing you so much he started humping lazily into your ass. "Daddy needs you to take care of him, hm? Can you do that, pretty girl?"

Your voice is barely above a whisper when you speak, afraid that it might bleed into a horrendous moan, "When have you ever taken care of me, Toji? You fucking humiliated me-" He spins you around until your chest is facing him. You fight to evade the sight of his cock straining against his grey sweatpants as you stare blankly up at him.

"You like it," Toji says, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your cheek, "And I like that you like it." And perhaps, maybe a sick, emotionally damaged part of you did enjoy it when he made you suffer a little. His words bring revelation, as you think back to seconds ago, how him touching you - disrespecting you in front of your coworker brought on a heightened state of arousal.

"Make yourself cum." He commands as he hurriedly undoes the buttons of your blouse. You quickly notice that his patience has finally cracked, and a vexed scowl now dances on Toji's face as he discards your blouse on the floor, "No more questions. Make yourself fucking cum-" He growls, as he forces you down onto your couch with a hand gripping your scalp and another, pulling a wayward pillow in front of you.

"Make yourself cum because when I touch you, your pleasure is going to be the least of my fucking concerns."

You eye the pillow with slight trepidation while Toji eyes you from above. His hand is still firmly placed on top of your head, lightly craning it backwards to see every emotion running through your face.

"Keep the skirt on," He orders, and watches with hungry eyes as you slowly take off your underwear and mount the cushion in front of you.

"Give me your phone," he is already grabbing at your device, fumbling for the camera.

"Toji, please-"

"It's Toji, now!?" He asks, laughing breathlessly as he presses record and pushes the camera into your face, "Who the fuck is Toji to you?"

Your eyes snap shut, hoping to get away from the invading insectile lense or fresh coat of arousal betweenyour thighs. Your mind is utterly fried by the stimulation you're getting from every output. Your hips have started languidly moving against the pillow, feeling pathetically satiated by the friction against your soaked little clit,

"Look at you- Fuck!" Toji removes his hand on your head to lightly paw at the bulge so deliriously close to your face, "Look at what a fucking slut you are! Do your little work friends know how stupid you get when you're on the verge of cumming-"

"Toji-"

"I said who the fuck is Toji to you!?" The sheer and utter cruelty in his tone has you humping the pillow faster, while you clumsily raise a hand to paw at your breasts. Unable to keep his composure any longer, Toji's hand descends into his sweatpants as he begins to stroke his aching dick in unison with your hips. You watch with hooded, fucked out eyes. Your pillowy lips pull in between your teeth as a pornographic moan bubbles from within your chest.

You decide to give in. "P-Please Daddy, Please fuck me- I fucking need you to cum inside me- p-please-" You're unable to stop, feeling your wetness spread along the pillow, as you watch him stroke intently, "Fuck me- I need you to fuck me, fuck me please, Daddy-" You're utterly breathless, repeating your words like a wanton, desperate whore, "Please… Daddy," you continue to whisper, "Daddy,"

"Fuck-you look so fucking sexy, baby," He doesn't know whether to look at the video of your hips moving greedily against the pillow, or to watch the real thing: your hips making a web of sticky trails of arousal on the couch.

"Apologise to Daddy, like a good girl," He really wants to fuck you but his own pride, the curse of his averous stands in his way, "Tell Daddy you're sorry for being a foolish little whore. Tell him you'll never ignore a message from him ever again-" your shoulders flinch at the sound of your phone being discarded on the floor but still, your hips are unrelenting as you say, "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm so sorry." Drool drips from the side of your mouth, falling along your exposed breasts, which Toji squeezes recklessly. "Never! I'll never ignore another message from you ever, ever, ever," you're operating on autopilot, as you watch him release his cock from inside his sweatpants, his fingers prod and twist at your nipple.

"I miss your mouth," He utters drunkenly as he bends down, "Kiss me," And you obey as you rise to meet his lips. The soft roughness of Toji's lips only has your hips humping desperately against the pillow once more, his tongue forcing its way inside until you're both kissing with lewdity and ferocity. "Fucking slut-" he says, pulling back to push you backwards,

"My horny humping girl is so ready for Daddy to fuck her isn't she?" You're completely flooded with anticipation, it flows through your arteries, alerting every part of your brain. You feel as though you're about to taste euphoria as Toji roughly pulls your hips to the edge of the couch, lifting it to meet his cock which he hurriedly slams into you.

He fucks you, hard and rough and as needy as you feel- hovering above you so every stroke has his pelvis pushing against your clit as you fucks you into your own couch.

"You thought you could just fucking get away from me, hm?" There's a heavy condescending tone in his voice, one that has you arching your back with your lips pulled between your teeth. You're striving to get away from his harsh thrusts because the pleasure is way too much . It's all bubbling inside you, threatening to spill out everywhere and anywhere.

"I fucking told you, didn't I!?" Droplets of water fall from his hair as he watches you so intensely. You think you might cum on the spot, "Daddy fucking told you that you can't ever say no to him- you can't ever tell him to stop- Stop fucking moving!" But your movements have him more turned on than you'd initially thought, allowing him to use the advantage of his brawn, to lock you down with his iron grip at your hips. You're trapped on the couch underneath him, as he continues to fuck you like you don't exist,

"If you keep moving like that- fuck! If you keeping fucking trying to get away Daddy will have no choice but to cum inside you," Your legs tingle with the nearness of your euphoria, it only expands as he brings his lips directly onto of yours as he mutters, "Daddy's going to cum inside you, okay? Maybe that's what you need to realise you can't talk to other men? Maybe getting you fucking pregant will make sure you'll stop being a fucking slut-"

His cock is shallow and relentless inside your soaked, gummy walls, it pushes against everything it can find and is utterly relentless on that one sensitive bundle of nerves that only he seems to be able to find.

"Are you going to cum!?" He asks, "Because I'm so fucking close baby- I want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Be a good girl for once in your fucking life-"

"FUCK-" You're a screaming, wet mess as you cum so violently, it disrupts the flow of your entire body, "Thats it… Gonna get you pregnant- oh fuck-" he exclaims, his white hot seed exploding inside of you, prolonging the overwhelming sensation of your own orgasm. It completely takes over your mind - feeling so completely full of him. Toji's hips lightly shudder as he attempts to milk as much of himself up inside of you, before pulling away. He is utterly mesmerised by the sticky, white cum oozing out of your puffy vagina. He watches, transfixed, as he brings his fingers up to slide as much of his cum inside you but it all comes sliding back.

"What are you," You're barely able to find your voice, "What are you doi-"

But he already has you upside down. His muscles flex he holds you carefully by your hips, with your head grazing the carpet. You recognize the movement as a relic of the old wives' tale. The second his cum is swimming inside you, you need to lay upside down to help it along.

No scientific evidence that this guarantees any sort of pregnancy, of course, but Toji strikes you as the superstitious type.

"Making sure the job's done." He says, "You think I was kidding about getting you pregnant?"

I can explain...

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x black reader

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msschemmenti · 5 months ago

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picture mail 💌

emily x reader x jj

a/n: i feel hot rn and no one understands. but i just KNOW my fictional fbi girlfriends would understand. short and mainly texts :)

y/n ran her hands through her newly styled hair. with jj and emily off fighting crime, she took the opportunity to do a bit of pampering. obsessed was an understatement and she figured her girlfriends could do with a bit of pictures mail.

lovers <3

y/n: [2 attachments]

y/n: picture mail for my favorite crime fighters 💌

she sent the photos with a knowing smirk and put her phone away to continue running her errands for the day. she usually ran her appointments and things by both jj and emily. she’d even convinced them to start a joint google calendar so they could keep up with each other even if they were traveling. but she’d kept this appointment a secret and had gone for a very very different look than her usual.

it wasn’t until she returned to her apartment that her phone started buzzing repeatedly. she was putting her laundry away but at the sound of the notifications, she grabbed her phone to see what the commotion was.

lovers <3

jenny love: HELLO???

jenny love: oh my god

emmy love: woah, you look so beautiful love!

jenny love: do you hear that purring…

emmy love: oh my god can you act normal for ONCE

jenny love: there’s absolutely no way for me to act normal about this. do you SEE her??

emmy love: well yes, i have eyes. but there’s something about being on a jet with my coworkers that inspires me to have some composure.

jenny love: i’m a weak woman who needs to run her hands through her girlfriend’s hair. sue me.

emmy love: i don’t think i’ve ever received picture mail before, but id like to subscribe to receive more

jenny love: again i ask, do you hear purring??? im about to fly this jet home MYSELF

emmy love: i can’t believe she didn’t tell us she was doing something different

jenny love: i know right, i let her convince me to join a google calendar and this hair appointment was NOT on there.

y/n: that’s how surprises work babe

jenny love: just give us two hours— and i’ll show you a surprise

emmy love: i wish you could see her fidgeting in her seat right now. this is doing quite the number on her.

jenny love: i’m suffering. we have a hot girlfriend with new sexy hair waiting to be ravished.

y/n: i have a feeling my hair won’t look this good by tomorrow morning…

emmy love: yeah no, it most definitely won’t.

y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and shot a text over to her stylist requesting another appointment to fix whatever damage jj and emily were planning to do. her stylist sent back a hoard of laughing emojis and a cheeky call to y/n getting the exact response she was looking for. picture mail was definitely going to be a regular thing.

#emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #jemily x reader #msschemmenti

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mirkoluvs · 1 year ago

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★ JJK SMAU - DATING SUGURU GETO

notes: funfact sugurus my fav animanga character 🤭

→ gojo ver. !!

♥︎ liked by sugeto, thestrongest, shokoko, utahim3, and others…

y/nstivies: my starboy

tagged: sugeto

shokoko: BOOOOO I COULD TREAT YOU BETTER

↳ sugeto: why are you implying that i dont treat her well.

↳ shokoko: im not im implying that im better than you and she should break up with you and get with me.

↳ sugeto: wow.

↳ y/nstivies: that’s a tempting offer idk…

↳ sugeto: ???

thestrongest: me when i came up with this whole outfit

↳ sugeto: no you didn’t??????

↳ thestrongest: suguru pls don’t discredit me rn.

↳ sugeto: you LITERALLY told me i picked a good outfit before i walked out

↳ thestrongest: ok but like i mentally approved it so if i didn’t do that you would’ve changed and then you wouldn’t have that on so

↳ sugeto: i want to be happy so i’m ignoring you.

♥︎ liked by thestrongest, y/nstivies, kenton, haibabara, and others…

sugeto: you are my sea, you are my sunshine

tagged: y/nstivies

y/nstivites: WAVE TO EARTH????? SUGU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

↳ sugeto: i love you more baby 🖤

shokoko: cant even hate he did research for this one.

↳ sugeto: what can i say 😜

↳ shokoko: now i can hate on you using that stupid ass emoji

↳ y/nstivites: yeah that was a little…

↳ sugeto: can i live.

haibabara: THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA POST MY FUTURE GF LIKE THIS

↳ thestrongest: youre not getting a gf anytime soon lil bro

↳ sugeto: what is your problem

↳ thestrongest: bitter.

↳ thestrongest: i’m sorry haibara you will get gf soon!

↳ haibabara: THANKS!!!!

↳ kenton: i wish i was this happy

↳ sugeto: i can somehow hear him through the phone

♥︎ liked by utahim3, thestrongest, shokoko, sugeto, and others…

y/nstivites: when he knows how to do your hair better than you do 😍

tagged: sugeto

sugeto: hair stylists are lucky i decided to become a jujutsu sorcerer

↳ y/nstivites: they’d be unemployed 😞

utahim3: this is cute ig. like i guess it is like idk i guess.

↳ thestrongest: crazy level of hating

liked by sugeto

↳ utahim3: didnt you just tell haibara that he’d never get a gf cause you were jealous of these two.

↳ thestrongest: what happened to forgive and forget wtf…

↳ utahim3: YOU PISS ME OFF SO BADDDD

♥︎ liked by shokoko, sugeto, kenton, the strongest, and others…

y/nstivites: took a picture so itd last longer

tagged: sugeto

sugeto: dont need a picture when im here

↳ y/nstivites: 🙁🤍

↳ sugeto: 🖤

↳ thestrongest: this is disgusting

↳ shokoko: for once i agree

shokoko: had to burn my film camera after this one

shokoko: i need a cigarette

↳ y/nstivites: had to post this so they wouldn’t catch onto us yk you’re my #1 😙

↳ shokoko: omg ur so right

↳ sugeto: i don’t like this entire thread?????

↳ thestrongest: suguru i got you dont even worry

↳ sugeto: get away from me NOW.

↳ thestrongest: 🙁

thestrongest: u guys always have the corniest captions

↳ y/nstivites: ok then wtf do you want me to make it.

↳ thestrongest: idk something like we went to tinkle together after this

↳ y/nstivites: WHAT

↳ sugeto: EXCUSE ME?????

↳ thestrongest: oh ok so now i’m the weird one.

↳ kenton: you’re just now figuring this out?

#getou suguru #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto fluff #getou x reader #geto x reader #getou jjk #geto jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smau

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justmeinadaze · 7 months ago

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What about a girl who on the surface seems to be happy. She's the one that is always there for people no matter what. Yet no one is there for her when she really needs someone. In a dark day where she thinks if she leaves the world no ones life would really change because she never really meant anything to other people. But Eddie finds her in a really bad state and somehow talks to her down and slowly overtime helps her feel wanted and loved. Shows her she's not alone.

A/N: I pushing this request and another someone gave me together because they were very similar. I get this to the core of my being and please never forget you aren't alone <3. You matter and the world is 100 time better because you're in it.

Warnings: Heavy material, mentions of emotional pain and depression especially feeling like no one cares and feeling like a burden. Enter with caution. I imagine a lot of us here have felt this at least at one point in our life.

Word Count: 2476

Everything is loud.

Especially that voice that tells you no one cares. Yeah you have your friends but they have their partners and their families. Yeah you have work but that’s all it is…work. The people you help are there for just that. As soon as you leave their peripherals it’s like you no longer exist. You have your family but it always feels like they are looking for number one…themselves. You’ve done everything for so many people and yet it feels like no one would do the same for you.

It's not like you expect anyone to. You do things for people because you genuinely want to. Sometimes, however, it would just to be nice to feel like you were someone else’s first choice…

Someone who woke up and was excited because they knew they were going to get to spend their day with you. Someone who while out in the world saw something random and their first thought was to call you to tell you. Someone who when you needed something whether it be to laugh or shoulder to cry on wouldn’t hesitate to be there. Someone who asked about your day because they were genuinely curious and not because they needed something. Someone who loved you unconditionally because you’re you.

It was a slow build up to tonight.

It starts with the little voice throughout your day telling you that no one would care. They’ll all move on after you’re gone. How long would it even take for someone to notice? No one calls unless they need something and you’re always the one to text first. You initiate meet ups with your friends and even then it’s hard to get everyone together. You fade in the background at work unless your boss needs someone to belittle.

You haven’t seen your family face to face in so long. They always say their busy or their schedules are tight. Sometimes you call just to talk to your parents and no one answers.

You had tried dating but most people you met up with just wanted sex. Anytime you tried finding a genuine connection, it was met with an innuendo that made your eyes roll.

Today was particularly hard. Your account was overdrawn and you didn’t know how you were going to make it to the next check. Your boss said you seemed distracted and that you need to get your numbers to a better place or else you’d get a write up that could lead to a termination. You called your sister during your break but she didn’t answer instead posting online a selfie with her and her friends at lunch. You messaged a friend with a joke hoping to start a conversation about your worries without coming off like a bother.

“I’m so exhausted. I wish I could meet a millionaire so I don’t have to work anymore lol”

She responded with a simple laughing emoji.

You laid in bed scrolling through your phone at all the happy photos of people with their partners, other friends, and or children. They all seemed genuinely happy…why couldn’t you? You were really good at playing content but it took every ounce of energy you had. You didn’t want to pretend anymore.

You wanted to place the weight of everything down for even just one day of relief while someone took you in their arms and told you that you were safe.

The voice was practically screaming now in your head that you would never get that relief. The only way to end the pain is to remove yourself entirely from the equation.

Your logic brain knew it didn’t want that but you didn’t know how to turn it off.

Opening your front door, you ran outside in the rain in no particular direction hoping that you would end up wherever you were meant to be. You don’t know how long you were on your feet but suddenly you were swept off them as you fell forward into the mud beneath you.

You heard a faint voice but it was hard to understand under the wind and thunder that shook the sky. A leather jacket covered your arms before you were lifted by your biceps and carried into a home nearby.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Are you insane? You’re going to get yourself killed walking out there in this weather.”, the boy scolded as he shook his hair like a dog and took off the shirt he was wearing without any hesitation. “Fuck. Here let me take that here.” Grabbing his jacket, he rung it out in the kitchen and hung it on the counter.

You watched him with wide eyes as he moved around what you realized was a trailer with purpose.

“Alright, here’s a towel. Do you need to use my phone to call someone or—” The towel he handed you promptly feel to the floor when you didn’t reach out to take it from him, giving him pause as you both stared at it on the ground.

His bare feet scooted against the rug as he placed himself in front of you and bent down to grab the towel again. You could feel his eyes scanning over you and when you glanced up to meet them you noticed they know reflected concern.

“You know what? I’m being rude. I haven’t even introduced myself and I just pulled you into my humble abode.” With a big tooth filled grin, he extended his arms out wide and bowed. “My name is Eddie Munson and you are…?” He waits but when you don’t respond, he nonchalantly shakes his head as he stands to his full height again. “No worries. You can tell me when you’re ready. Um, I don’t think a towel will be enough and since it’s still storming you are more than welcome to use our shower. I have some fresh clothes you can change into and we can wash the mud off your outfit. If you want, of course. No pressure.”

“O-Ok.”

One of his eyebrows quirks at the sound of your voice before he flashes you another soft smile.

“Ok? Cool.”

***

When you step out of the shower, you can’t help but feel more relaxed under the steam that filled the bathroom. Eddie’s cigarette smelling clothes added an extra layer of comfort as they hung off your small frame. Glancing at the items on the sink, you smiled at the aftershave and hair product that lingered. Picking up his cologne, your smile grew as you inhale the smell that could best be described as home. You could get lost in that smell…

Continuing to dry your hair as you headed towards his room, you found the metalhead shoveling arms full of clothes that were on his floor into the closet.

“Oh, uh, hey. Sorry. Yeah…my room isn’t usually this messy but…”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

His face visibly scrunched in confusion as he took a seat on the edge of his bed.

“What makes you think you ruined my night?”

“I just…kind of…appeared.”

“Nice, pretty girl like you shows up on my doorstep. Introverts dream right there, honey.”, he chuckles as you blush. “Naw, you didn’t ruin my night. I was just going to lay here, smoke some weed and listen to some music. Would, um, would you like to join me?”

You think for a moment as your eyes take him in. Eddie had changed out of his wet clothes and put on a long sleeve shirt with some shorts that reached past his knees. His hair had begun to dry and frizz in an adorable manner that had butterflies flutter in your tummy.

“Ok.”

“Yeah? Cool.”

“Y/N.” As he slides down to the floor, his head tilts when he hears you speak. “That’s my name.”

Grinning, he reaches under his bedside table and pulls out a little box with a couple of joints pre rolled within.

“That’s very beautiful. So Y/N, is there a particular genre I should stay away from or are you openminded with music?”

“I’d like to think I’m pretty open minded.”

Eddie lights the end of the paper between his lips and his chest moves with every inhale and exhale before passing it to you. The effects are immediate as you feel calmness wash over you, handing it to him before laying on your back beside him.

While you continue to listen to the music that plays neither of you says a word as you pass the joint freely between each other. The most recent song ends and a guitar rift begins to play that you feel like you’ve heard before. When you turn to look his way, your eyes lock with his earnest ones as if he’s waiting for you to recognize it.

When the singer begins to sing the lyrics, your eyes close as you grab your stomach and laugh harder than you felt like you ever had before. Watching the way your personality unfolded has Eddie cackling with you until you were finally able to catch your breath.

“Is that a fucking rock version of Lil Wayne’s ‘Lollipop’?! Oh my god it sounds amazing.”

“I have this weird fascination with rap songs turned into metal covers. It just tickles my funny bone the right way.”

“I love it.”

“And I love your laugh. It’s infectious.”

Glancing his way, you softly smile as you pass him the last of the bud in your hand for him to finish.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nice to see you smile. You seemed a bit sad when you came in.”

“Yeah…we don’t have to talk about it though.”

“Do you not WANT to talk about it?”

“No, I just…you don’t wanna hear all that heavy stuff.”, you sigh as you sit up and lean against his dresser.

“I mean I want to hear more about you, Y/N, and if that ‘heavy stuff’ is a part of you than I wanna hear it.”, he responds as he sits up as well.

“You don’t know me, Eddie.”

“I’m trying to, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to know? Like I said you don’t know me. Why do you care?”

“I care because I want to know why a gorgeous, seemingly kind woman like you was walking out alone at night during a thunderstorm. Whatever caused her to do that must be really hurting her and I know how much that sucks. I want to help…if I can.”

Your eyes take him in as he pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them to hold them in place. It was so odd to feel safe with someone you didn’t know. You weren’t sure if it was his smooth voice, the intense yet soft hues of his own eyes, or the protective concerned energy that surrounded him but you decided to take a leap and let go.

“When I get lonely…sometimes the voices in my head…get too loud. Not like you know voices, voices but just like that little voice…that makes the world…seem hopeless.”

“Like…no one cares about you to put you first and maybe the world would somehow be better without you in it?” When your gaze shifts his way, you find his have moved to the void in the floor in front him. “Yeah, I know how that feels especially when you hear it being reiterated with that voice.”

“It’s like an extra weight is pushing down on me and I can’t breathe.”

“You just want someone to take off some of that slack and tell you everything is going to be ok. And not because they want something or because they feel like they have to but because they genuinely want to.”

As you nod, you hastily try to dry the tears that fall before he notices.

“Y/N? I promise everything is going to be ok.” When Eddie slid closer to you, you couldn’t stop yourself as you climbed into his lap and curled into his broad chest as his arms circled around you. “You’re safe and the world is 1000 times better because you’re here.”

He continued to coo softly that everything was ok, rocking you gently in his arms as you continued to cry.

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Six Months Later

You beam as you hold Eddie’s hand at the table with your friend and her date as you wait for your food to served.

“Hey, you know what would be fun? Maybe after we eat, we can head over to Scoops and try that new peanut flavor they have.”

“Oh, yeah!”, your friend exclaims with bright eyes. “I heard it’s so delicious.”

“I mean ice cream sounds great but Y/N can’t have that flavor. She’s allergic remember?”, your boyfriend replies nonchalantly as he quietly thanks the waiter as he places plates down in front of everybody. Without skipping a beat, Eddie opens your burger and steals your pickles he knows you give him every time before wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he eats with his free hand.

Since that first night you met him, everything came almost easy with Eddie. For the first time, you felt heard and understood. Those first couple of months, you half expected him to disappear but every day he showed up with the same enthusiasm that made your heart want to explode.

The first time you two fought, he realized it was because you were afraid to be open.

“Sweetheart, how am I supposed to know it bothers you if you don’t tell me?”

“I just…I don’t want to lose you. I like you a lot, Eddie, and I’m afraid—”

“To be yourself? Baby, I like you a lot to. YOU… not some image of you. Don’t make yourself unhappy to make me happy. I don’t want that.”

From that moment on, you did everything you could to express how you felt and every time he tried to meet you in the middle. Every bad day, you were there for each other no questions asked. Every good day, you relished especially the small moments where you two would just lay on the floor and listen to music enjoying each other’s company without feeling like he’d rather be somewhere else.

You were his first choice and he was yours.

“How about we go to the arcade? They have that ice cream shop next door and then we can play some pool.”, you suggest knowing Eddie can smoke while you guys play as the music you both like plays.

“That sounds like fun.”, your friend grins. “I’m not good with pool but I know Adam likes to show off.”

“So does Ed.”, you giggle.

“Pfft, like you don’t like watching me bend over the table when I shoot my shot.”, he teases as he throws a wink your way before kissing your forehead.

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