#and the groupchat did not appreciate it in the ways it should have

[noctlas332]

i sure fucking hope so

[tonycries]

The Call - G.S.

Synopsis. After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, background Zenin Naoya x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, no curses! AU, Naoya gets cucked, Oggy & The Cockroaches cameo, NSFW, making out, cunnilingus, fingering, doggy, missionary, manhandling kinda, Satoru is taller, mentions of alcohol, pet names (doll, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), Satoru is down BAD, cheating, I bully Naoya, car sex, overstimulation (male + female), swearing (I’m a pottymouth, sorry), exhibitionism if you squint.

Word count. 6.7k (being stuck on a farm really does that to ya)

A/N. BONJOUR BABYGIRLS, FIRST POST KINDA NERVOUS?? Based on The Call by Backstreet Boys. Art by @_3aem on X.

If you reblog, I’ll literally kiss you on the mouth (with your consent). <3

Cross-posted on AO3

“Listen, baby, I’m sorry.”

He’ll see the marks.

“Jus’ wanna tell ya don’t worry. I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me.”

He’ll know. 

Good.

Long fingers trail higher and higher up your thigh. 

Meeting his fiery cerulean gaze, the grip on your phone weakens - only one thought running through your mind right now. 

Satoru won’t let you get out of this alive.

Shit. How the hell did you even get here?

Hitting the club on a random Thursday with your friends means you’d geared up for a dead dance floor and some old creeps you’d have to fight off. 

Hey, it wasn’t perfect - but at least it would get your mind off of That Bag of Dicks. And the fact that it was your two-year anniversary with him today. AND the fight that led you to furiously text your groupchat demanding a night out. 

But, whatever, semantics. 

What you certainly did not expect was the crowd to be dancing in an uproar, and one white-haired man to be in the middle of it all. The creeps were still there - as always - but what did it matter when his electric eyes caught yours across the dance floor. Mouth curving up in a teasing grin as he kept gaze locked with yours.

Beautiful.

Wait. Ugh. You really needed to get a hold of yourself. 

Ripping your eyes away from this stranger’s, you check your phone - somewhat out of habit. 

0 new notifications. 

Well. Fuck it, you thought.

Downing your friend’s double shot, you mentally made a note to buy them a drink next time as you plunged into the dense crowd. 

Fuck Naoya. Fuck his mind games. Fuck his stuffy, exclusive family dinners.

…

And that uglyass e-boy hairstyle.

Maybe it was the Smirnoff, or maybe it was the music thrumming through your veins - all you knew was that the dancing bodies around you were magnetic, and you hadn’t felt this good in a long time. 

Yeah, this is exactly what you needed right now.

You’re moving your hips to the beat in all the ways your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate. Running your hands over the top that stuck to you like a second skin. 

And that was when it happened. 

A hand grasps yours in midair. 

Ew, what the fuck. You’d barely formed that thought before you’re suddenly spun so that your back is pressed against the front of…a wall? A wall wearing such alluring cologne. 

No wait, that’s a person. Holy shit they must be some sort of gym rat.

“Hey, wanna dance on that table?”

You turn your head to snap at whoever this stranger speaking to you from behind is, partially impressed by his sheer audacity. 

But whatever curse or shout at the tip of your tongue died down when you saw those eyes from before peering down at you. Except, now that you were closer - almost intimidatingly so - you could truly appreciate what a breathtaking man he was. 

Ethereal white hair framing those incredibly blue eyes. And a small dimple at the corner of a grin, which moves as he cocks his head and leans down to repeat, “Wanna dance on that table?”

Dammit, you might have been ogling him for too long. 

The table in question was one fringing the dance floor, slightly battered from too much experience with drunk dancing. Yet, it didn’t seem like it would break down anytime soon - and your phone was tragically empty of any concerned calls from your boyfriend so…what’s the worst that could happen? 

“...Sure?” You answer, eyes still unmoving from his face. 

At most you’d just dance till you forget today.

And before you knew it, both of his hands rested softly on your hips as he carefully steered you through the crowd from behind. 

Upon reaching it, his long legs jump onto the table and he holds a hand out towards you - boyish mirth evident on his features and the surrounding crowd cheering in drunken camaraderie. Face slightly burning at the spectacle, you slide your hand once more into his grasp.

It should be illegal to be this good-looking and the life of the party.

This stranger had you belting out the lyrics of songs with almost-reckless abandon, hands ghosting your body as you two moved in sync. An unknown magnetism drawing you to each other like a moth to flame. 

You were most definitely the flame, you thought, with the way his intense stare left your skin burning. You felt your heartbeat banging against your ribcage in symphony with the strobe lights above.

He was towering in front of you now. An arm wrapping around your waist, and the other gently pushing away the hair from your face. Close.

“I’m Gojo Satoru. You can jus’ call me Satoru, doll.”

A large hand caressing your cheek now. 

“I’m-”

That was when you felt it. The incessant vibration in your skirt pocket that most definitely wasn’t the pounding club music - your phone. And you knew who it was. 

Shit, you lost track of everything. 

“...taken.”

The smile on Gojo’s face falters for the first time as he makes a noise of confusion.

“I’m taken. Sorry. See you around.”

And with that, you untangle yourself from his arms and make your way back onto the ground, weaving through the crowd that had formed around the table due to your guys’ little show. 

What the hell were you even thinking? Just because you were mad at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you don’t have one.

You look back and catch a glimpse of Gojo’s slight pout. 

Cute. 

But, your buzzing phone served as a reminder - now wasn’t the time to forget yourself. You came here to dance your worries off, not cheat on your damn boyfriend! Maybe you really should check out that couples therapist your aunt recommended…couldn’t be that expensive, could it?

A glance at your phone shows Naoya’s string of texts. A couple cuss words, some accusations thrown here and there - none of them true, yet you felt guilty as you made your way to the bar. 

He still didn’t call, but it’s a start, right?

Upon grabbing a seat at the counter, your friends excitedly rush to hear the tea. 

“Oh my gosh, WHO was that hottie you were up there on the table with earlier?��, they gasp and crowd around you eagerly. 

“Some guy named Gojo, but we just-”

One of your friends interrupts your explanation by tittering, “You know I always told you to leave that asswipe, Naoya. Glad you finally decided to stand up, girl.” 

The rest of your group make noises of agreement as you sputter your excuses, “What- NO. I told him I was taken. Either way, I know Naoya’s a dick but I’d never cheat on him!” 

You weren’t like that. I mean, he drives you mad but every couple has their moments, right?

“Well, are you sure you told him you’re taken?”

Your friend’s odd question makes you snap out of your little overthinking tirade, enough to turn to what the group was now looking at - or more like who.

Gojo was unmissable. 

A cloud-like beauty with locks of white, standing a full head above everyone else. But what jarred you the most was the look in his eyes as they locked upon you, like a man dying of thirst spotting an oasis on his last breath.

Well, shit.

“Not really in the mood to watch you two eye-fuck each other sooo we’ll prolly go dance. We’ll be nearby keeping an eye, though, so remember the signals, yeah?” you hear from your left.

You nod mutely as your friends leave you for a repeat of Heads Will Roll.

“We meet again, Ms. Taken.” 

You rip your gaze away from your friends on the dance floor to look up at Gojo. His stupid little joke startles a small laugh out of you. 

“Didn’t think you were one for dad jokes, Gojo.” you muse. 

“Please, call me Satoru.” he grins as he leans over the counter to order you both a shot of Baileys. “You’re an incredible dancer you know.”  

“Says the life of the party?” you laugh, turning in your seat to better face your interesting new friend. 

He conducts an exaggerated bow, bragging “What can I say? I’m quite great at everything.” 

Ah, the dramatic type.

“Now that just makes you sound sleazy, Satoru.” you tease, gratefully taking the shot from the bartender.

Despite the dim lighting of the club, you could make out the slight darkening of Satoru’s cheeks. But, before you could ponder that any further, he clinks his shot glass against yours and downs the liquor. 

Once you follow, he leans in closer to drawl “As sleazy as that boyfriend of yours?”. 

Goosebumps rise on your shoulders and you have to hold back a shudder - whether from Satoru’s deep voice in your ear or because of what he just said, you don’t question.

Raising an eyebrow, “What would you know about my boyfriend?”

You watch as Satoru’s eyebrows furrow slightly, a more serious expression taking over his face. “Oh, doll. You do know that your lil’ boyfriend is very popular with the ladies here, right?”

What the fuck? Okay, to be touchy is one thing but outright lying about your boyfriend is another.

You stare at Satoru blankly, unimpressed. Droning monotonously, “Ah, so you’re one of those guys that lie to pick up a girl, huh?” You see his eyes widen by the smallest fraction - clearly not expecting this kind of response. Then he throws his head back and laughs. The nerve.

Between cackles, “I’m not. But your boyfriend sure is.” 

And as you open your mouth to retort he plows on, “Nao-something, right? That two-tone-haired gremlin? Bumped into him last time I was here, he showed us a couple pictures of you, bragging about having a hottie waiting for him at home. It was almost heartfelt.” 

Satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and fumbles with it before turning the screen to face you. “That was right before he started making out with some other chick, of course.”

And making out with some other chick he was. 

The picture was blurry - seemingly zoomed into the background of a group selfie - but it was undeniably your Naoya, only with the added detail of his tongue down some other girl’s throat.

This FUCKER. 

“...when was this?”, the words sounded foreign to your ears, as if spoken by someone else. But you knew from the way Satoru assessed you with slight concern that it was you who asked this.

“...last week.” 

Last week? Last week was when your boyfriend(?) was out of town for some alleged family dinner at the Zenin Estate. And the week before that as well. At this point, was any of it real?

“Another dinner, babe? Old man Zenin sure is stepping up with the family bonding.” you chuckle, as Naoya fixes his hair in the mirror.

“Yeah. Won’t be home tonight.”

“Staying at the Estate again? Ugh, well, stay safe. Love you!” you chirp as he flits out the door. Disappointed but, whatever, time to binge-watch those shitty rom-coms he complains about.

The longer you sat on that too-high seat at the bar counter, the longer things began lining up. His short fuse, the incessant texts, and most of all - his paranoia that you were cheating on him with any and every male in the vicinity. It was actually one of the things you’d blown up over before you left for the night.

“What? Naoya, babe, he’s literally my friend’s boyfriend. Why would I ever-”

“Oh yeah? Well I couldn’t tell cuz you’re such a fuckin’ slut. Y’know, going on dates behind my back and all.”

“It was a GROUP HANGOUT, I haven’t seen these people in ages. What the fuck is up with you these days- I literally love you and only you. Look - can’t we just celebrate our anniversary like usual, c’mon…”

“Just fuck off.”

Tears well up in your eyes. How could he do this to you? After two entire years? 

You felt so stupid. Your thoughts were running a million miles a minute, and it stopped on one - you were going to get revenge. 

Abruptly getting down from your seat, you turn without remembering to say so much as a goodbye to Satoru. Fuming, and mind filled only with thoughts of how you’d burn Naoya’s ugly, overpriced shirts. Or maybe you could even send his unflattering nudes to the Zenin family groupchat - that would give those uptight fossils a real kick.

Your thoughts of enacting revenge are halted only when a large hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you from heading for the club exit. Satoru’s ramblings hit you before you’d even turned to look at him.

“Look- I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way. I thought you two had an open relationship or something. Which - looking back - how the fuck would a douche canoe like him have ever convinced you to have an open rela-”

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted your friends worriedly making their way towards the two of you. 

You take a quick glance up at Satoru who was still in the middle of mumbling, “-shocked an e-boy bastard like him even pulled you in the first place.”

Fuck it.

Your body moved before your mind. You quickly shot your friends a thumbs up and tight-lipped smile that made them stop in their tracks, still slightly unsure. And with that, you grabbed Satoru and began dragging him to the exit, effectively cutting off his long-winded apology and/ or Naoya diss track.

Eyes firmly facing forward, you miss the mixture of delighted and scandalized expressions on your friends’ faces. The only thing distantly registering in your mind being the cold touch of Satoru’s wrist.

It was quiet outside. Your ears were ringing a bit from the chaos of the club, so you bask slightly in the serenity before Satoru speaks up from beside you, “So…changed your mind, Ms. Taken?”

Oh, right. You took a prize with you - and he didn’t even know your name, yet.

“Ah! Sorry- That was just on impulse, I didn’t mean-”, now it was your turn to ramble apologies for your hasty reaction. Just because you wanted to get back at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you should involve someone else in it!

After apologizing and giving him your name, you look up to see the twinkle in Satoru’s eyes. He seemed…amused?

“I did take you for a bit of a thrill-seeker after the table incident, but damn…”, he chuckles. “Well, now that we’re acquainted with each other, why don’t we give that lil’ boyfriend of yours something to really be mad about?” 

His words cause a shiver to run down your spine. What? 

He leans in close - so very close - and bats his long lashes, “That is what you dragged me out here for, right?”

Well, maybe you are sort-of the adventurous type. And maybe this is what your freshly heartbroken brain had concocted as revenge for your boyfriend’s betrayal - but wasn’t this too reckless, even for you? With what dignity you have left, you muster, “Once again, I’m so sorry for all of this. Let’s both pretend this never happened, you can head back and I’ll head…home.” 

“Where my cheating scumbag boyfriend is” is the part that goes unsaid. 

Satoru stays unmoving from his place in your personal space, defiantly staring right into your eyes, “You didn’t answer my question, doll.” he hums. 

It might have been the alcohol - or the way his lip curled oh-so-perfectly into a teasing smile - but you find yourself sighing out in defeat. “Fine. Yeah. That is what I brought you out here for but mind you it was impulse and-”

He has the audacity to look absolutely exhilarated at your response, cutting you off to muse “That’s perfect then, isn’t it? You get revenge on that cheating dumbass, and I get to fuck an absolute goddess.” 

At your stunned silence, he quirks an eyebrow and continues, “Come on, you really think I didn’t see the way you were eyeing me up before getting on the dance floor?”

“Well, you’re kinda hard to miss.” you defend, face warming. ‘And either way, I’m still in a relationship, we could even try couples therapy…and besides - I don’t even know you.“ 

Satoru’s grin only seems to grow at each word that spills out of your mouth, he was getting impossibly closer to you. Surprisingly, you didn’t mind it as much as you think you would.

“Why don’t you?” he murmurs, eyes unwavering from your face.

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you get to know me?”

You frown at the question, heart still stinging from the revelation earlier about your boyfriend. “Last time I ‘got to know’ someone it ended up with him cheating on me after two whole years.” you mutter darkly.

The amusement drains from Satoru’s face and his eyebrows furrow as he rasps out “That prick doesn’t deserve you.” His eyes flicker briefly to your lips, he was close enough now that you could slightly smell the liquor from earlier mixed with his expensive cologne. 

It was so intoxicating.

Against the rational part of your brain, you feel yourself leaning into his presence. You challenge, “And you do?”

“Absolutely not.”, he breathes out. 

And - fuck - then you’re kissing him. Because how could you not? Your lips are drawn to Satoru’s own like two halves of a soul that have connected after eons. Unbearable to part. He breathes you in like you were the only thing tethering him to this world. 

A small groan wrecks the back of his throat.

Shit, maybe it was the other way around. 

Your mouth parts, letting his tongue slide in. Satoru tasted sweet - like Baileys and every fantasy of a suave Prince Charming ever. You think that maybe you could get drunk off of his lips alone. You distinctly register the strong arm around your waist pulling you to him, sliding your hand up his chest and into those angelic locks. 

His mouth curls into a smile against yours. “Having fun, doll?” he chuckles, each word punctuated by small pecks to your lips. He pulls back ever-so-slightly to bite and tease the skin on your neck. 

Against your will, a quiet whine rips from your throat. Satoru was everywhere. But it wasn’t enough. You tug at his silky hair.

He seemed to get the memo. Connecting his forehead with yours, Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body before resting it on your ass, squeezing it lightly. “C’mon, use your words.”, he sounds just as breathless as you feel.

Raising your neck a little higher, lips ghosting over his, you whisper, “Satoru…I want to fuck you.”

He huffs out a laugh before murmuring lowly in your ear - words meant for you and only you - “No, doll. I want you to ruin me.” 

Your thighs press together, he was going to be the death of you. Satoru catches the small movement and hums thoughtfully, “I got a lil’ place nearby. Wanna go?”

This was stupid. This was reckless. And you were going to do it.

Following your impatient nod, the both of you hurriedly walk the short distance to where Satoru’s car was parked. You share your location with your girls - just in case - before Satoru pushes you against the backseat door of his jet black Hellcat.

Lips connecting once more, he groans out, “Need you here right now.” sounding at his wits end, “Please, doll.”

Before you know it, the door is opened and slammed shut, and you’re sinking into the plush leather seat. Satoru is hovering over you now, dim street light illuminating the lust on his features. You looked into his darkened eyes, now hinging on a black that matched his car. The air was still. Waiting.

Then broken by the cacophony of the theme song to Oggy & The Cockroaches. 

Ah, how classy. 

Mentally cursing yourself for how out-of-place that joke ringtone was, you pull out your phone as Satoru backs up a bit. Your heart stops at the caller ID - “Naoya <3” - anger and guilt filling you.

“Answer it.”, you hear from above you. Satoru, who had looked at your phone screen while you froze, was now smirking devilishly. He kisses your forehead reassuringly, repeating “Answer it.”

Well…you’ve already come this far…

“Hello?” you stammer out, answering the call. 

Your heart clenches as you hear Naoya’s voice demanding to know where you are right now. But his words go in one ear and out the other as you pay more attention to where Satoru held you, letting him do as he pleases while he takes the liberty to trail his hands where your skirt was hiking up. You could feel his thumb rubbing circles into your thighs. Tease. 

“Hellooo, can you hear me? Haven’t you had enough of fucking feeling sorry for yourself??” Naoya’s grating voice snapped you out of your reverie. 

Right, you still had to deal with that.

“Listen, baby, I’m sorry.”

Satoru’s hot breaths were fanning your hair now. His fingers continue their dance on your thigh. Feathery touch too light for any sort of friction, but just enough to set your skin ablaze. 

“Jus’ wanna tell ya don’t worry. I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me.”

He bends down to kiss the crook of your neck and you feel his smile against your skin. Devilish and dangerous. Angling your head slightly, a jolt of electricity goes through your body as you meet his intense gaze - one that makes you feel vulnerable and exposed, despite being fully clothed. 

The grip on your phone weakens - only one thought running through your mind right now. 

Satoru won’t let you get out of this alive.

Your heated thoughts are once again interrupted by Naoya’s nagging complaints. Usually, you would have simpered on the line, but right now consoling your boyfriend was the last thing on your mind. 

“Say again? You’re dropping out, my battery is low…Jus’ so ya know, we’re going to a place nearby.”

Naoya’s shrieks of profanity are loud enough for Satoru to hear as well. He chokes on a laugh, quickly muffling it in the valley of your chest. 

You have to hold back a yelp as his soft hairs tickle your nose. Evidently bored of all your conversation, Satoru’s hand finally slips past your skirt and begins playing with the hem of your lacy panty.

Shit.

“Gotta go-”

And with that, you quickly hang up the phone and let it fall to god-knows-where. Satoru immediately catches your lips again, “Thank fuck, e-boy bastard was about to make me lose my boner.”, he mumbles against them. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck and all the way down to your chest. “Keeping me your dirty lil’ secret, huh?”

A mischievous grin makes its way to your face as you hum, “For now. Revenge cheating isn’t as fun when they already know about it.” 

You wrap your legs around Satoru’s waist to pull him closer, feeling the outline of his cock. He grinds against you, letting out low, strangled groans at the touch of your clothed core. Both of you knew it - he wanted you so bad. 

Satoru’s fingers were now rubbing against your folds through your panty, causing you to moan at the friction. He playfully nipped at your collarbone before looking at you with eyes that look like he wanted to eat you alive. 

“Let me taste you.” he breathes out. 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Urgently, Satoru wasted no time in helping you sit up against the door, falling onto his knees to come face-to-face with your dripping pussy. He licks a long stripe, hands tightly gripping your ass to hold you in place. 

Where Satoru was suave when kissing you, he was absolutely filthy when making out with your cunt. “Mm- Tastes s’good, doll.” he moans against your wet lips. You couldn’t hold back your groans of pleasure, his mouth making your head spin. 

Finally, his hands on your ass swiftly remove your flimsy panties - completely soaked with slick and spit. You reach out to take a hold of them, but Satoru redirects your hands onto his hair. “Use me.” he grins. Walls fluttering at how fucked out he sounds already, you almost miss the way he pockets your wet panties.

He dives back into making out with your pussy, Tongue pushing its way through your folds and tasting every inch of you with purpose. His nose keeps rubbing against your clit, and mewls rip from your throat to harmonize with the lewd squelching sounds from below. 

Satoru pulls back to admire his work, satisfied at the disappointed gasp coming from you. “Fuck- look at you. So pretty and dripping f’me. Gonna make a mess of my seats, doll?” he rasps out. 

“Shut up.” you whine embarrassed, pushing Satoru’s head to where you need him the most. He relishes in the rough treatment, rolling his tongue harshly over and over against your throbbing clit. 

“Shit! Satoru!” you yelp in ecstasy as you buck your hips into his face. More.

Satoru now uses two fingers to spread your cunt even more, admiring. 

He bullies a long finger into your wet pussy. His ice-cold ring rubbing the base of your folds in stark contrast with the hot vibrations of his moans on your clit. It was all too much. You squeeze around his head - which only seems to spur Satoru on more as he increases his pace. 

A second finger slides in, curling in unison to search for that spot inside you which Satoru knew would have your sweet moans singing louder. 

Ah, there.

“S’good Satoru. Fuck. Right there, don’ stop.”, you whine as Satoru fervently continues his attack on your cunt. 

You call out his name over and over again. Satoru was everywhere. Everything. And he was the only thing on your mind as you cum with a strangled gasp of his name; iron-tight grip on his hair helping you ride it out on his pretty face. 

While you descend from the heaven Satoru sent you to, he continues giving kittenish pecks to your pulsing cunt. Experimental licks making your thighs squeeze more around his face. He looked absolutely fucked out, eyes hooded and face flushed a delicate pink.

As the heartbeat ringing in your ears subside, you register that goddamn Oggy & The Cockroaches ringtone in the distance again.

Half-consciously reaching a hand out to feel it for it, you already know who it is before you take a look at the phone screen. 

Naoya <3

The exasperation must show on your face, because Satoru reaches out a toned arm and silences your phone before setting it down - all while still nose-deep in your pussy. He pulls away, the absolute mess of spit and slick still connecting him to you and covering his devilish grin. It makes your cunt throb once more. 

“Couples therapy is too expensive anyway.”, he rolls his eyes. 

You spot the very obvious outline of Satoru’s cock straining against his trousers. He looked painfully hard. 

God, you needed him.

Reaching out an unsteady hand, “Let me-” you begin before you were interrupted by his hands tenderly intertwining with yours for the nth time this night. His soft lips press a gentle kiss to them. And despite the lewd acts you two had been doing not even a minute before, this is what makes your cheeks heat up the most.

“I want you so bad, you wouldn’t even believe. But trust me, where we’re going I can have you however I want. Properly.” his words strained, and going straight to your pussy. 

And it’s the last thing said before he pulls your skirt back down and opens the door, only carrying you carefully to his passenger seat. “Safety first.” Satoru chirps, as he pulls over your seatbelt before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s seat.

Was he coddling you?

The drive to Satoru’s place is slightly rushed, his impatience showing in the way his fingers drum against the steering wheel. 

Fingers that were in you. 

Your cheeks burn as you try not to look behind and see the mess that you surely left on his overpriced seats. Whether from the blasting AC or from the prospect of what was about to happen, goosebumps rise on your skin. 

They stay prominent as Satoru pulls into the extravagant driveway of the type of apartment complex that you’d sneer at on a normal day. 

You feel very out of place at the gaudy entrance without panties under your short skirt. 

Satoru hands his keys to the valet before steadily making his way to you, pulling you to him with a strong arm around your waist. “Told ya I got a lil’ place nearby.” he drawls into your ear.

“Nothing too little about this place. Compensating?” you tease, and watch his eyes crinkle as he laughs. 

“Well. You’ll find out soon enough.” 

The walk to the elevator is rushed, and you two have to fight to keep your hands to yourselves if you didn’t want to permanently scar the sweet old couple riding it alongside you. 

Finally. Finally you reach his floor,

Penthouse, you note.

“Couples therapy is expensive” my ass! Does this guy run a drug cartel or what?

Roughly pushing you against his door, Satoru’s lips are once again on yours. He firmly grinds his erection against your core, massaging your ass in the process. 

Ah, you don’t think he’s compensating. 

A deep moan leaves Satoru as he feels the clenching of your naked cunt against him. You yelp when he moves your legs to wrap around his waist, effectively lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing. 

One hand steadying you, he quickly punches in the code to his door.

Even as he enters and kicks the door closed, Satoru’s lips don’t leave yours. He blindly turns on a light before pulling back to admire you. You felt like you were losing your sanity, “You’re stupidly good at this, y’know.” you murmur, uncharacteristically somewhat shy. 

He chuckles, removing your shoes before setting you down. Yet, your feet touch his cold mahogany floors for only a split second before Satoru has you in a bridal carry. “Save your praises for the bedroom, doll.” he chuckles out.

It’s a short walk to his room - or maybe Satoru was rushing - but his lips are on you as soon as your back hits the soft navy sheets of his king-sized bed. Maybe if you were in a clear state of mind you’d better appreciate the beauty of Satoru’s sleek interior décor. But right now you were only focused on the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on your covered breasts.

“I have a feeling you’ll like me a lot less if I rip this off.” he tugs on the hem of your shirt with his teeth. 

“Duh. And you really talk too much.” you huff out in impatience and quickly discard your top while Satoru pulls off your skirt. 

He pecks you, hand reaching behind to unclasp your bra and leave you completely bare to him. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.” your voice tinged with embarrassment as you start unbuttoning his shirt while he teases and pulls at your hardened nipples. Satoru lets you manhandle him to your liking, and manhandle him you did. 

You flip your positions so that you are straddling him, overpriced white button-up now thrown across the room. 

Holy shit, he really is a gym rat.

You kiss your way down the white happy trail on his sculpted body, squeezing his pecs and licking long stripes up his prominent abs. “Hah- yes. Please.” Satoru’s moans sound heavily, and it spurs you to make quick work removing his belt. Rivaling your impatience, he hooks a thumb under his trousers and urgently discards it. 

Yeah, definitely not compensating. 

Satoru is long, and flushed a pretty pink that matches his cheeks. His weeping tip makes the prominent vein along his length glisten in the low light. So perfect.

Mouth salivating, Satoru watches you with predatory eyes as you lean closer and closer. “Bigger than your lil’ boyfriend, huh?” he hums cockily. You roll your eyes and shut him up by spitting right on his flushed head. You kiss it slowly, relishing in the low hiss drawn from him, 

“Hngh- F-fuck, doll”. Pumping his base slowly, you take his head into your mouth. Bobbing at a steady rhythm that has Satoru’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ good. Keep- keep going.” Satoru moans. You hum around him in a way that has his hips bucking into your mouth. You could tell - he wanted to push you down like a fucktoy and chase his high, but right now he was completely under your control.

Nails digging into his toned hips, you take his cock in further. “Yes yes yes yes. Jus’ like that.” he whines, one hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and the other gripping onto the bed sheets. 

It was messy. Drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, you gag on Satoru’s length as you suck it. Suddenly, his grip on your hair has you pulling off of his cock with a pop. 

His hand moves to squish your wet lips together in a pout, “Can’t have me finish before the main course now, can we, doll?” his gravelly voice drawls. 

In a split-second, Satoru flips your position to hover over you. His hands groping and admiring every inch of skin he can see. Eventually, his fingers find their way back to your cunt, “Such a pretty pussy. All f’me.” he spreads your lips teasingly before plunging inside - two fingers easily finding the spot from before. 

Ever the multitasker, he sucks and teases your nipples, switching between the two to give them equal attention. You writhe, the pleasure from every point becoming too much. “Ah! Hngh- Satoru don’ stop” you moan out. 

He adds another finger at a relentless pace, “Satoru! S- Toru! Toru. I’m close.” your words slur together as Satoru’s name falls like a prayer from your mouth. You were still sensitive from before, so it wasn’t long before you were cumming all over Satoru’s fingers with a final mewl. 

But you two weren’t done - far from it. 

“Need you so bad, Toru.” you breathe out, half-lucidly. 

Proud smirk on his face, Satoru quickly fishes out a condom from his bedside drawer. Through the hazy aftermath of your second climax, you hear him mumble sweet reassurances to you as he rolls you over onto your stomach. 

A soft caress of his fingers at your pussy and you feel his head rubbing your folds. 

Worriedly you breathe out, “Toru- it won’t-”

“Shhh, doll. I’ll make it.” 

You whine in both pain and ecstasy as Satoru bullies his thick cock into your cunt. “Oh god. S’tight. So fucking tight.” he gasps out in pleasure, starting to move in shallow thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His large hand pushes down on your back, making you arch into his cock, the other starts incessantly rubs desperate circles on your sensitive clit. A few tears stream down your face from the sheer overstimulation. But it felt good - so good. Your moans grow louder as the pleasure starts overtaking the pain.

“More, Toru.”

“Oh yeah?”

Satoru’s thrusts get deeper and deeper, until he finally buries his cock into you as deep as it could go. Throaty groans spilling out of his mouth, he leans over and bites you at the crook of your neck hard, still slamming into you at an intense tandem. You yelped at both the new angle and the bite which was sure to leave a lasting mark.

Now, Satoru has tolerated many types of people through clubbing, your bastard boyfriend wasn’t any different. It was when he showed a picture of you that things got interesting. 

Perfect. So perfect. You’d be better off with someone else than that smug lil’ gremlin. Like him…

And when he saw you tonight dancing like that.

Satoru had to have you.

“Bet he never fucked you like this.” His every word punctuated by a hard thrust. Shit, you didn’t even want to think about him right now. Your walls flutter around Satoru’s thick cock, throaty groans leaving him as his toned arm grabs the headboard for some stability. “Pussy fuckin’ sucking me in just right. Hah- so good.”

Feeling that very familiar coil in your abdomen, you mewl, “Toru- I’m gonna-”, face burying deeper into his luxurious bed. 

Suddenly, the friction you crave so badly halts as Satoru pulls out to flip you onto your back with a playful smack to your ass. “Fuck. Wanna look at your beautiful face as you cum.” he mutters into your ear. 

Leaning down to tug on your breasts, he looks at you with deceivingly innocent eyes as he keeps up his merciless cadence. Your arms reach around his muscled back to dig your nails into the unblemished skin. It felt so animalistic, the way his heavy balls were slapping your ass, stimulating you just right. Your hips buck up to meet Satoru’s, causing him to let out a strangled moan “Shit, doll. Pussy made jus’ for me. I’m so close.”

“M-me too.” his fingers start their abuse on your clit once more, “Hngh- Toru.” you whimper. Overstimulated and senses filled with only Satoru, you finally cum, riding it out on his deep thrusts. 

Tears stream down your face as you come for the 3rd time tonight. 

“Fuck- FUCK. Yeah, cum on my cock, doll. Jus’ like that.” he moans out as your pussy clenches down on him, finally tipping over the edge as well. 

You feel Satoru cum in hot spurts into the condom, rasping your name over and over as if it was the only word he knew. 

He collapses onto you, careful not to crush you with his full bodyweight. As you both come down from your highs, he quickly removes the condom and hugs your sweaty body closer to his. You feel more relaxed than you have in ages. Moves veiled in exhaustion, Satoru nuzzles your hickies as a lover would. 

So he was a cuddler.

Giggling at the contrast from before, you lay there in a blissed out silence almost has you falling asleep. You take the moment to appreciate just how pretty Satoru in his post-orgasmic euphoria was. Cloudy locks disheveled, and lips a wet, rosy pink. His cerulean eyes were barely keeping open as he gives innocent pecks to your lips.

The serenity is disrupted by a familiar, unpleasant cacophony of vibrations near the edge of the bed where your phone had been thrown. The fucked out little smile on Satoru’s face grows as he realizes who it is. “Gonna answer the phone, doll?” he rasps out.

You raise a brow, “Why? Wanna give him a show?” you tease, not expecting the hum of agreement from Satoru. “Why not? Show him jus’ how I fuck you right?” he cocks his head, challenging you. 

Your knee brushes up against his half-hard cock, causing a drawn-out hiss from him. His hips lightly rutting into you, you watch in satisfaction as tears spring to Satoru’s half-alert eyes. From pleasure or overstimulation? Probably both.

Well, the score was You - 1, Satoru - 3. 

Might as well try and catch up. 

Round two, you guess.

You snatch your phone before it topples off the now-untucked bedsheets. 

Naoya <3 is video calling…

Pinning Satoru down, you scoot down the bed and hand him your phone, which he gratefully takes with a mischievous smile. Positioning yourself in-between his strong legs, you gently kiss his twitching cock, now painted with spit and cum.

The delicate tears in his eyes now track down his flushed face. Satoru lets out a choked out whine, bucking his hips and smearing his cum all over your swollen lips. 

And he answers the call. 

“Where- WHAT THE FUCK???”

Happy anniversary, you jerk.

A/N. I don’t condone cheating but c’mon it’s Gojo Satoru.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[astralis-ortus]

you are my sunshine

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.

w.count → 0.6k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → just watching chan (chris) being a parent :> a.n → something light because brain.exe couldn't handle words atm :> also, would you believe me if i said the actual idea behind this was this specific tiktok... lolㅠ ⋆ see masterlist

growing up, you were always sure you didn’t want to have any kids. you have your reasons, but ultimately, you’re scared you couldn’t be the kind of parents you wanted to be and you don’t want another soul to have to bear those sort of consequences after your inability to be one. you should be the one carrying them, even if it meant people will judge you for it.

being together with chris, however, had changed your mind.

no, not because he coaxed you into wanting one or anything like that—you knew he wanted to have kids, but he wasn’t even bothered when you told him about the matter when the topic of marriage came up. but then, whenever you see him doing even the most mundane of things... you just knew you’d be just fine raising a child together with him.

chris would be very hands on as soon as your baby arrives. he knows the best temperature for the baby formula, he knows how to wash and sterilize the baby bottle, he knows how to change your baby’s diaper—heavens, sometimes you even wondered if chris was a walking encyclopedia for any baby related matters.

chris would also be the one taking care of your baby throughout the night. ‘i’m already up anyway, you deserve the night’s sleep’ he reasoned, and being a man of his words, you would actually sleep through the night as chris would go as far as setting a bassinet in his home studio to make sure he’d be able to keep an eye on your baby while he works.

as your child grew up, chris would make sure to attend as many of the parents-teacher meeting as he possibly could. he knew the nature of his work would cause him to be away for quite a period of time when he had to, but he when he could, he would even collude with your kid to ask you to let their dad be the one to take part for the next meeting. he just loved to be present when he could, and you could see it through the way he laugh with your kid.

your child’s puberty hits chris the hardest—your kid did not grow distant in any kind, they still look for their parents a lot, but for chris who used to be attached to your kid like a stamp on an envelope, letting your kid learn how to slowly become their own person felt like he’s slowly losing the little sunshine who used to only look for him. chris knew it’s going to happen eventually, but for the time being, he’ll keep himself busy with the tons of pictures and videos he took when his baby was younger.

another big wave of blue hits when chris had to send off your now young adult child to college. chris wouldn’t let you nor your child see, but you know the tears his studio had seen after you two had gone home from the airport, mere hours after your child flew thousands of miles away to chase after their dreams. despite the amount of calls and texts your family groupchat exchanged, it wasn’t the same without your child being home.

lastly, chris would finally let his tears be known when he had to let his little sunshine start off their own little family. the realization that the little baby who once fits in his arms is now ready to become a parent themselves were proven a little too overwhelming for chris—but everyone understood. everyone saw the mountain that is chris’ love for his child, and they understood.

not to worry, though—because now whenever your child visits with their own little bean,

chris had found himself another sunshine to take care of.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (Final Timeline)

Warnings: suggestive (i might have to change this warning to "mentions of sexual content" bcs it's too tame of a warning for the stuff that's actually in here), swearing, the word "pedophile" is mentioned, mentions of substance abuse

Desc: Everyone finds out Takemitchy and Mikey are time leapers, which leads to some...interesting questions

Mitsuya: so let me get this straight

Mitsuya: you're a time traveler, and you've lived dozens of timelines to prevent Hina from dying but she kept dying anyway but then when you got to one where she didn't die, Mikey was some deranged criminal lord and was miserable and depressed and tried to kill himself so you had to go back in time again to make sure everything was fixed but ended up dying while fighting Mikey but then somehow you both went back in time and rewrote all of our entire lives??

Takemitchy: yeah...

Baji: cap

Mikey: it's not

Mitsuya: so Mikey's a time traveler too?

Mikey: yeah it's crazy i know

Draken: do you guys have any way to prove this?

Chifuyu: this explains why i keep getting random visions of me in alternate universes. holy shit

Haruchiyo: weird ass prank

Takemitchy: i think it happened since you're close to me and we basically did everything together. i'm not sure

Inupi: we're just gonna believe this?

Koko: wait, i kind of do

Kisaki: this...defies all logic of anything ever.

Mikey: shut up Kisaki

Mikey: i'm sorry it's just that in ever other timeline you've ruined my life so it's difficult to be nice to you sometimes

Kisaki: so you don't like me because of something i did in another universe?

Takemitchy: *timeline

Mikey: yeah. my bad

Baji: i'm gonna entertain this cause i'm bored but what was i like in other timelines

Mikey: dead

Baji: ...all of em?

Mikey: yeah, it kinda drove me to insanity

Baji: damn

Baji: why?

Mikey: you killed yourself to save Kazutora

Baji: what was the context

Mikey: long story

Baji: there wasn't any other way?

Mikey: you're kinda pissing me off cause that's what i was wondering, actually

Baji: damn

Kazutora: thanks man. appreciate it🙏

Kazutora: i'll slobber on your meat later, as a proper thank you

Baji: i'd appreciate that. thanks homie🙌

Koko: what about me?

Baji: you wanna slobber on my meat? i mean i won't stop you. as long as i can call you kitten.

Koko: ...i was talking about me in alternate universe's😐

Takemitchy: i don't think we should go there guys. there's too many timelines, and not everything was exactly the same. and also in general it was a really traumatizing experience for me and i kind of want to end my life every time i think about it

Hanma: womp womp. what about me???

Mikey: murderer

Hanma: YESSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭

Hanma: THANK GOD, I KNEW IF I COULDN'T DO IT HERE, MULTIVERSE ME WOULD HAVE LIVED THE DREAM

Hanma: are me and Tetta-san together in every universe

Mikey: surprisingly, yes

Hanma: and he denies we're soulmates😔

Kisaki: i will not hesitate to get another restraining order

Hanma: a piece of paper won't stand in my way. let's get married

Kisaki: i will call the police

Draken: guys are we really entertaining this?

Mikey: you went to jail in one of the timelines and you were bald LMAO

Draken: sure

Baji: why'd he go to jail?

Mikey: these guys killed Emma and Ken-chin took revenge

Baji: respectable

Mikey: he was given a death sentence

Baji: that's tough fr

Ran: i'm kinda curious

Ran: humour me, what was i like?? was i famous?

Mikey: you were a criminal. killed people

Ran: sounds about right if i'm being honest

Ran: and Haruchiyo and Rindou?

Haruchiyo: leave me out of Takemitchy's psychotic episodes

Haruchiyo: i think you have a hallucination/delusion disorder or something

Mikey: but don't you believe me?

Haruchiyo: ...

Haruchiyo: Mikey, you're also pretty mentally ill

Mikey: says you???

Haruchiyo: i just have substance abuse problems and i'm getting clean so...

Mikey: GUYS I'M TELLING THE TRUTH I SWEAR

Mikey: I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY KEEPING THIS A SECRET

Draken: when was the last time you slept?

Mikey: ☹️

Baji: guys just play pretend.

Rindou: what about me?

Mikey: same as your brother just uh, less gay and slutty?

Rindou: story of my life

Inupi: you didn't do Koko

Mikey: criminal

Koko: the whole time?

Mikey: yeah

Mikey: Inupi got normal at some point because he and Ken-chin got close and they fixed bikes together and had sex

Inupi: Draken????

Draken: you're really starting to piss me off.

Mikey: Akane died in the fire though like she was BURNT

Takemitchy: uh Mikey-kun...

Mikey: she was a crisp i'm telling you

Mikey: Inupi you had an ugly red scar on your face and no one wanted you

Mikey: Izana i know you're reading this, you were fucking insane dude like you killed Emma for some fucking reason then Kisaki shot you 3 times in the chest and you died while having a really bad mental breakdown. it was a major L on your part

Chifuyu: Mikey why are you leaving out the fact that the common denominator in every single timeline was that you killed every single one of your friends in the most brutal ways possible🤨?

Mikey: no comment

Smiley: how'd he kill me?

Chifuyu: uhhh

Chifuyu: Takemitchy help me out here

Takemitchy: i don't want to talk about it😐

Chifuyu: I REMEMBER

Chifuyu: backshot

Smiley: ...

Smiley: he killed me by giving me backshots..?

Smiley: i would NEVER take it from behind

Smiley: especially from MIKEY

Smiley: small dick having ass

Smiley: my bootyhole is not to be messed with

Smiley: i'm so pissed off right now holy shit

Smiley: how did i even die???? dick so good it killed me?

Smiley: i'm so angry

Angry: and i'm Smiley😂

Baji: 3/10 joke 👎, poor delivery, fell flat

Smiley: i hope you kill yourself, Mikey

Mikey: trust me, i've tried

Chifuyu: ???

Chifuyu: he shot you in the back with a gun?

Chifuyu: what's wrong with you

Smiley: oh my bad i though you meant like, he was taking me doggy style

Smiley: i'm no bottom

Ran: what is happening

Chifuyu: i'm moving on😐

Chifuyu: Hakkai was tied to a chair and burnt to death

Hakkai: wha-

Hakkai: WHAT DID I DO??

Hakkai: jesus 😟

Chifuyu: why am i getting all these memories, i'm freaking out

Hakkai: Mikey please tell me what i did to deserve that ☹️

Mikey: idk Hakkai i was going through a lot

Draken: have you been diagnosed with anything?

Mikey: i don't need a diagnosis bcs i'm fine now, you're all alive and i don't have any murderous intent!!! yippee🤗

Mikey: isn't this great Takemitchy??

Takemitchy: well, yeah no ones dead so that's great

Izana: this is obviously completely fabricated

Izana: are you guys that bored?

Senju: man for all that time traveling you sure are a shit boyfriend😭

Takemitchy: how????

Takemitchy: did Hina say that☹️??

Senju: it's an observation

Senju: you've had way too many coincidental close calls with other woman💀

Draken: yeah you pissed me off when you thought i was gifting you a prostitute. you had a whole ass girlfriend. shame on you

Senju: and you also almost slept with Emma and you "don't remember"

Smiley: Mitchy's low-key funny as hell because what do you mean you stripped yourself and another girl down to your underwear by accident

Baji: wouldn't Takemitchy be a pedophile then?? Emma was 13 dawg🤨

Mikey: he was 14 though😭

Baji: you're gonna ride Takemitchy's dick to defend him from trying to sleep with your 13 year old sister??? crazy

Baji: wasn't be mentally 26🤨?

Baji: bro i'm gonna beat your ass actually

Mikey: hmm

Mikey: you know what Mitchy, why did you do that 🤨?

Smiley: LMFAOO

Mitsuya: why did i come back to Takemitchy facing pedophile allegations, like what's going on right now

Kazutora: is it not enough that he changed the space and time continuum just to be with his girl?

Kazutora: cheating this cheating that, my boy deserves all the pussy he wants

Kazutora: he's been beaten, shot, stabbed AND killed

Kazutora: i personally believe he's the goat

Baji: ?

Chifuyu: goat is an acronym for "greatest of all time", Baji-san

Baji: what's an acronym

Chifuyu: i'll dm

Kazutora: bro you're so fucking stupid😭

Draken: i don't care if he was skinned alive by an orangutan, there's no excuse to cheat on someone

Rindou: i think being skinned alive by an orangutang warrants having more than one girl. idk that's just me tho

Ran: not the point that's being made rn

Rindou: what exactly is the point that's being made

Rindou: is this real. are we being serious.

Rindou: i don't think i get the joke

Haruchiyo: i think we should all stop talking now

Mikey: Mitchy we need to talk a bit

Takemitchy: i told you this was a bad idea

[victorbutnotreally]

OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE

i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)

smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.

(bonus points if mn knows han as well)

OMG - Han Jisung x Male Reader

A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun.

warnings: slight swearing

blue {} - han purple {} - Mn

{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.

"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.

"I'll ask!"

When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }

{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }

{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?

He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }

{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.

He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}

{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }

{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }

At the Paris Fashion Week

{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}

{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}

"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.

"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."

"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?

Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Care for a selfie?"

"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.

A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.

[formulatrash]

What Hot Hatch* Should Every F1 Driver Have? Pt 1

*some of these cars are not technically hot hatches but they are, spiritually, hot hatches to ME and also car genres are meaningless shut up

Unfortunately because I have problems I allowed the group chat to commission me into writing this. I think you will be able to see the point where I really unleashed the thoughts that probably ought to be kept inside. Maybe I will keep Pt 2 to myself.

Max Verstappen - Honda Civic Type R This was tricky because we know the grid's resident cat dad is actually an SUV girly off the track. But he's also a brand loyalist and I'm fairly sure literally has had one of these as his factory car so it checks out that a car notorious for having a better engine than it did chassis would fit the Red Bull post-Newey meltdown. And if you need to go round a bunch of roundabouts there's really almost nothing rivalled to a Civic Type R.

Lewis Hamilton - og Nissan Leaf Yes, Lewis has never had any association to the Renault-Nissan alliance in his life but whatever he's leaving Mercedes. Think he's sort of forgotten about this but he did commit to only driving electric road cars awhile back and I will defend the Nissan Leaf with my LIFE as one of the most fun cars to drive. Nearly said the NISMO Leaf but actually the time I had a go in one of them it was insanely overbearing in a way someone used to having Bono to whine to wouldn't appreciate. The stripped down, basic, original is more than enough to fuck about in a multistory car park and I'm confident Lewis would immediately know what to do with it when next to a BMW at traffic lights.

George Russell - Williams Renault Clio This was actually what started it because I was introducing my beautiful wife to the groupchat and then considering which driver should throw some pocket money at it. Leaving aside the fact that if I was that rich there'd be a lockup in Monte Carlo full of the shittest mid-90s three-doors you've ever seen in your life, this car is perfect for George. It's got a legitimate heritage connection and it's a proper piece, something to look after. There's even matching sweaters for him and Carmen to wear in a sponsored post. And when he gets that look in his eye and starts clenching his jaw too much it's extremely good for doing donuts outside Carrefour.

Sergio Perez - Toyota GR Yaris No, I know he drives for a Honda works team but if they haven't fired him yet they'll probably overlook this. The GR Yaris is a bit of a North American legend because you can legally only get it in Mexico - they're not obtainable in the US. So this is an understated big dick move and maybe what Checo needs is to have a little obnoxious fun, y'know?

Charles Leclerc - Sbarro Super Eight Oh, Charles. Tied up in scarlet. In order to maintain his Maranello-chained brand suffering nothing but Ferrari's finest horsies could do but they're not really in the business of making mean little things to hoon. Unless you consider the driver academy, I guess. Anyway - the Sbarro Super Eight is a Ferrari 308 V8 engine in the body of the kind of vehicle you can get insured on under the age of 25. It has too much (260) horsepower, it's a little silly and deeply selfconscious. And like il predestinato there is only one in the whole world.

Carlos Sainz Jnr - VW Golf This isn't even a statement about what car he should have, this is a car he does have. Mr Sainz and I may disagree about many things but his opinion that the VW Golf is the ultimate road vehicle is absolutely correct. Anyone who's seen the excruciating DTS segment where he tries to take a McLaren to M&S for a disappointing taco mix purchase will understand why Carlos held on to his Golf, a much better vehicle for picking up some bits. In the words of the man himself: "No Golf, no party"

Lando Norris - Lancia Delta Integrale Mk 2 "la Perla" Anyone with my Instagram recommendations will know in quite some alarming detail which Monegasque petrol station Lando uses to fill up his collection of sports cars. Weird fan paparazzi behaviour aside, the man likes buying unique cars and clearly isn't above something quirky given the Fiat Jolly. The Delta Integrale "la Perla" 1) sounds a bit like a sex toy in a way I think he'd find amusing, 2) is rare, with a totally impractical pearlescent white paint job for something ostensibly intended to hoon. It's expensive, semi-unique (allegedly only a few hundred were made) and a little bit silly, with plenty of rally-proven power and drive to muck about with.

Oscar Piastri - Honda City Turbo Oscar seems like the kind of guy who doesn't care too much about appearances. Not in the sense he looks bad - he very clearly does not - but like, lot of rumpled shirts in his wardrobe he's not bothered about ironing, y'know. So it fits that he'd need a hot hatch that does the job more than it's about aesthetic. The things I know about Oscar are that he likes to spend time with his girlfriend and he learned Japanese at school so I'm diagnosing him with JDM import disease and making sure there's a passenger seat. The Honda City Turbo is a teeny weeny little car that only makes its way into being a hot hatch not a kei car because of the totally unnecessary powertrain. And what a fucking powertrain, straight from the Mugen division into the least likely chassis imaginable. Yes, the car is not the most ostentatious looking thing but it's technically interesting and sick as hell so whatever.

Zhou Guanyu - Renault Twingo 133 Silverstone edition Zhou is a man of immense taste and style. He has a great little cat. He is a national icon in his home country and, frankly, any other. He has spent a lot of his life in Sheffield. Aside from this making him basically an idealised form of bloke, I think this means I can entrust him with the Twingo. Not, it's got to be said, overpowered as a car in its base model (my Mk1 Twingo could boast a 0-62 measured in minutes) Renault have never been able to resist souping it up a bit and for some unlikely series of reasons made a sport version to tie into the 2011 British Grand Prix. I don't even want to know why, now, it's better that it stays a mystery. Anyway, this is a Twingo with unnecessary horsepower and live data feeds the Mk1 would probably have a misfire even considering. It's quirky, comes with plenty of backstory and y'know. Whomst amongst us hasn't been screwed around with by Renault a bit in the past?

Valtteri Bottas - the Suzuki Jimny The Jimny is a car of greats. Deceptively small, it works perfectly in a city or if you need to drive up a mountain to get to a gravel course. loads of room at the back for a bike rack. It's practical, a little odd-looking in a charming way and everyone's delighted every time they see one. You can definitely get your ass out in this vehicle. Is it a hot hatch? Probably not but you don't get to define how the Jimny lives its life.

[missmarveledsblog]

Not so solo after all ( fanboy x fan girl ( reader) )

summary : when our fanboy thinks he spending halloween without his girl she surprises him in more ways then one

warnings : it a day late soz but here is a halloween themed fic sort of goes with the fan girl fic i wrote but can be read alone , smutty but not smtty 18+

Fan girl

Halloween was a night of no judgment all nerd could dress as whatever they want and no one bats a lid only this was even better she was surprising her boyfriend given the two thought she was coming days later .  the flights overbook and misbooking of her own tickets til she was able to get last minute she spent the three hour flight perfecting her hair and makeup . she  had costume or costumes since she had a special one underneath , she was excited more excited than she’d been in a good long while . it was like a nerd like fairytale meeting mickey garcia , the fact the two had such similar  mindsets, both  so emersed in the nerd culture it was refreshing plus also exciting in more ways than one .  now she was sitting  in the car as nat was talking her ear off , a promise to do the female aviators makeup  before they headed to the hard deck .  she put her bags in as two enjoyed the emptiness of the house pulling the make up out  getting to work making nat the sexiest and scariest black cat ironic to bob saying he was going to be golden retriever suiting both personalities to a tea . 

“ so does fanboy know your dressing as his literal dream come through ?” the brunette smirked. 

“ nope he doesn’t even know i’m in san diego  , plus i send him like a million other costumes so” she giggled . 

“ but you know he’s gonna be han solo , i love it i can’t wait for him to short circuit it’s gonna be amazing” she rubbed her gloved hands together. 

“ i mean it’s skimpy leia costume but the real one is underneath”

“You didn’t … the bikini thing even hangman knows that one “ nat snorted . 

“ hey i mean it’s an iconic moment “ she shrugged . 

“ you might actually kill the poor guy you do know that?” 

“ i’m hoping he kills me or leaves me legless either is good  “ she winked . 

“ too much information but also get it “ nat smirked texting the guys she would be there soon just bringing a friend only for her phone to blow up from jake and rooster asking if she’s hot and a dibs wars soon spammed in the groupchat .  “ i didn’t even say if it was a girl or not “ she shook her head looking down at the phone . 

“ well pretty kitty lets blow them away shall we” y/n beamed . 

He tried honestly he did , it was hard not to be a downer when the one person who could fully appreciate the effort and accuracy of the costume wasn’t there or mainly he was just missing his girl and hadn’t  heard anything from in hours .  bob did tell him she helped with haunted house back when she was home so he understood she would be busy giving kids and teens the joys of the halloween spirit  but then again should he be listening to a man who looked like a golden retriever hybrid . 

“ hey come on lets have a good night “ rooster who was by far laziest of costume telling people he was tom selleck in magnum pi although it was his normal clothes. 

“ he’s all pouty missing his girl “ payback rolled his eyes dressed as blade   patted fanboy back rolling his eyes . 

“ i would too if my girl was hot as his .. what it’s truth “ hangman rolled his eyes dressed as cowboy ken doll  ascot and cowboy hat  suited him perfectly. 

“ we just need to distract him is all “ javy shrugged dressed as tarzan if tarzan was GQ model that was .  the boys tried their best cheering him up all banter and fun as he started to loosen up a little although he did check his phone and embarrassing amount of times or ignored rooster and hangman's dibs on phoenix mystery friend not that he cared much for it til the cheers and whistles erupted when the door or the hard deck opened  he didn’t bother looking up not once he was smiling at the screensaver selfie of them chilling and cozy wrapped up together. 

“ holy shit fanboy your gonna lose your little mind “ was all he heard jake saying as he looked up going to look at the man quick glance at the approaching figure before looking back and his jaw hitting that ground so fast he was sure it would fall off .  looking up he had to of die and went to a galaxy far far away when he took in the sight of the woman he fell hard and fast for .  he knew who she was a mile away although hers was more form fitting and short but she was the leia to his han solo . a quick and barely there hello  as he ran past nat on to grab his girl in his arms lifting her up  in his arms as she giggled . 

“ how .. what .. wow “ he beamed placing her down taking her in the white gown and her hair all scream both leia and sex appeal all in one . the white gown hitting tops of her thighs  and although it was still turtle neck ( hiding the collar ) , the chest of had a cut out section  show casing her cleavage and still concealing everything at same time ,  the belt was attaching to a corset , she made sure it was fitted to show enough and not ruin the surprise underneath . 

“ my mom’s friend gave me her ticket  since she wasn’t able to fly so i thought i would surprise you “ she  laughed as he kissed every part of her face. 

“Well darling ain’t you looking good to beam me up and take me away in the tardis “ jake winked as she looked personally offended  so did fanboy . 

“ the tardis is doctor who “ 

“ beam me up is star trek “ 

“ same thing right ?” he asked . 

“ even i know it’s not “ rooster snorted . 

“ let me get you a drink  princess “ fanboy turned his cheek hurting from the smiling taking her hand leading her to the bar to see both mav and penny behind the bar dress as sunny and cher . 

 The night actually truly starting  , he still couldn’t get over how lucky he was or the way he stood taller when he noticed people giving him a thumbs up when they saw her on his arm .  the fact she was dress as the first woman he’s ever had one an awakening to or been his major celebrity crush since he was little boy only made it hundred times better.  He couldn’t keep his hands off of her whether the touches were innocent or not so innocent .  Kisses turning more sloppy , more heated   signaling it was definitely time to leave .  a quick goodbye to her brother and there friends the two headed out into the night air  the whole time hands and lips not separated to lost in each other . 

The journey home was pretty much the same only the touches on her skin teasingly as he talk to the uber driver  purpose torturing his girl knowing it was driving her crazy , hand on  her thigh gliding up and squeezing the plus soft skin as he could see her side glance  biting her lip suppressing any sound that might come from those heavenly lips . sometimes  moment like this it was hard to believe she was his , this incredible goddess like woman that was his to have.  She was fighting it , fighting the desperate neediness that was dying to come out . when they finally arrived back at his place it was like she could thank whoever for finally cutting the torture . a quick goodbye to the driver and the two were gone almost running to the house.  Kissing his cheek , his neck suddenly the man didn’t know how to use a key so focused on  her touch he stood hover over the lock til she took them in her hands unlocking the door. 

“ i can’t wait anymore and been dying to show you my surprise” she winked heading off to his room dropping and pulling off her costume as he followed behind at this rate he was sure he was under some spell floating in the direction of his bedroom ready to be the solo to her leia .  then it all stopped  his breathing , thinking , shit he really died  and went to nerd central heaven .   it was perfect every part almost spot on accurate as he took in the browns , golds and blue of the lack of clothing .  like it couldn’t get better she took her bag clipping the chain to  the collar . 

“ the hair isn’t leia anymore but i think it still works “ she laughed as her hair fell from the buns sitting  messy and wild shit it really did . 

“ fucking  hell baby .. this was what was under your dress the whole time ?” he groaned coming toward one part of him didn’t wanna touch her , like she was mint condition couldn’t take it out of the box and another part of him wanted to tear the box to shreds and enjoy his present .  the soft nod  confirmed the answer to his question. Then it was like he came back to reality  and a fire breaking through pulling the chain pulling her to him kissing ever  part of her skin soft moans and whimpers falling from her lips pulling back looking into her almost black eyes , the rise and fall of her chest    and the curl of her lip  when she slowly fell to her knees  and  he swore his love was out to kill him tonight if it was it was working. That doe eyed looking up at him , hand going to his pant as he yanked the chain making her jolt forward ,  looking back up to see him smirking , coming to to his sense in a dangerous grin .

“ ready to see the galaxies baby “ he smirked leaning down  making her breathe hitch knowing she was done for but fuck was she  excited for it 

[beemynumberone]

All The Colours (6/7)

-> In which Idol!Minghao and Actress!OC convey their heartfelt messages through colours.

-> slowwwwburn romance. friends to lovers. no smut.

-> constructive feedback is always appreciated!

All pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them.

Writer’s note: Hi! I am writing these scenarios to placate my active imagination and hopefully make someone’s day/night. I do not intend to hurt anyone/anything through this fic.

Thank you for picking up my story and happy reading!

Masterlist

*btw, Yile is pronounced as Yi Le (in Chinese pronunciation), it is not supposed to rhyme with Kyle

Part 6: Grey

The Grey Area

Yile’s POV:

Yile stared at her phone, the circulating lyrics lighting up and fading like a Ferris wheel. Should she accessorise the plain background? Gnawing on her bottom lip, she decided on captioning with the song title and added an emoji. The white question mark would fit perfectly with the song’s title. Besides, it would pair with Minghao’s red question mark. It would look cute :] ,Yile thought. She hoped it wasn’t crossing a line. Her heart raced.

Minghao’s POV:

Great. Yile reciprocated his message. The continuation of the lyrics and the addition of a white question mark emoji to mirror his red one? Well done him. Minghao screamed internally.

Now what? He was sure they had moved on to the next level of ✨mutual friendship✨. But did this mean that they were friends? Were the lyrics she chose supposed to mean something or simply a continuation of what he started? Was the white emoji supposed to mean something? He stared at the words. He was definitely overthinking way too much. Every crumb she threw out was devoured eagerly by him and he wanted more.

A slew of messages popped up on his screen.

— Dokyeom:

It means she’s interested and wants to know more, you dummy!

Minghao opened the groupchat.

His band members were gossiping about his “love life” ever since he gave the green light. Not that there was much to talk about anyway.

— Seungkwan:

Send a message back! Don’t leave her hanging!

— Dino:

Yea hyung! Ask her out!

— Junhui:

I have her sister’s number ;) Do you want it?

— Dokyeom:

Go for it!!!! We’re rooting for you two!

— Soonyoung:

Good luck Minghao!!! Get your girl 🐯

Swallowing, Minghao opened the contact he got from Junhui. Jun was quite the social butterfly surprisingly. He charmed swindled their makeup artist of Yile’s sister’s phone number. It was pretty easy from there, if you exclude the blaze of questions Yile’s sister fired.

“Do you intend to have kids one day?”

Minghao was stunned. “Er, hopefully yes.”

“Okay. Yile likes children too but don’t pressure her.” Yile’s sister paused to take a breath.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re a pretty decent guy so you have my blessing for now. Take good care of her! If I see her in tears or sad in any way, you’ll have me to answer to.”

“Yes Ma’am”

Yile’s POV:

Her phone pinged.

— Little mum:

Sis, I gave your Minghao your number. He’s got a good heart. You have my blessing.

— Minghao:

Hi Yile, this is Minghao from svt. I got your number from your sister. Wanna meet up sometime soon?

— Me:

Hi Minghao, I’m free this Thursday for breakfast. I know a place :)

— Minghao:

Sounds good! See you.

— Me:

p.s. Wear blue!

When Yile shut her phone off, Xinhui (who was hovering over her shoulder) leaped into the air.

“Omaigawsh, you scored yourself a date Yile!” Xinhui squealed.

Yile’s heart rate was through the roof. Yay, they were finally going to meet. But… Minghao used ‘meet up’. Were they meeting as friends or something more? Her mind ran through the possibilities.

“Do you want this to be a date?” Xinhui asked.

“Well yes, but I wouldn’t mind it being a friendly meet up either.”

“But you want this to be a date, don’t you?”

“Yes”

“Then ask some pointed questions. I’m pretty sure he likes you romantically but if the worst does happen, don’t worry too much about it. Doll yourself up, don’t do anything stupid and have a good time! Be yourself.”

Yile hugged Xinhui. “Thanks for being my hype man.”

“Always.”

[wrongcaitlyn]

SO AMERICAN AU AHHHHHH ❤❤❤

another little excerpt here :))

(this hasn't been beta read yet if there are any mistakes that's all on meee and there probably are lmao)

“You know what you need?” Cecil tells him as soon as he walks into the studio. “A break from dating.”

Will snorts. He’s got that now, even if he hadn’t really wanted it in the first place.

“Cecil’s right, for once,” Lou Ellen nods, taking her seat by the keyboard. “Don’t worry about finding your true love for once. It’ll come when you’re ready!”

“Or it won’t,” Cecil adds.

“Or it won’t,” Lou Ellen agrees.

Will shakes his head, pulling a guitar into his lap and strumming absently. He never really goes into the studio with something planned—usually his inspiration is struck by something that Lou Ellen or Cecil suggests, and then it unravels from there—but this time, he feels particularly unprepared. “Thanks,” he says sarcastically. 

“So, have you written anything in the past few weeks?”

Will winces. The lack of motivation to write isn’t necessarily a new problem. He had returned from his tour in February. Lester, though acting pretty laidback and carefree about it, has said that for planning, a single should be ready by the end of June. The rest of the album should be finished by late August, giving the label enough time to look over it and polish it and prepare for release.

Of course, Lester told him this with the added on, but really, take your time, no pressure!

Will still can’t really tell if his manager had been sincere about that.

Either way, they’ve got a few drafts for songs in the vault. But it’s not much. It’s not enough, at the very least. And it’s currently mid-May, which leaves him with a little over a month to get a song he likes enough to be the lead single written and recorded.

He’s about to tell them, no, he really hasn’t, but he decides to at least check his phone. Honestly, the journal that he keeps is just for aesthetics, because he never remembers to write stuff down in there in the first place, and he also really appreciates his phone’s autocorrect. Plus, he has to admit that though he never actually did go to college for pre-med, his friends all claim that he’s got the doctor’s handwriting down to a tea.

There’s a series of notes of anything and everything—mainly stuff that he can’t even comprehend or half-started grocery lists that he forgot to look back to. He scrolls through them all, finding his most recent note that actually sounds like something dated May 3rd. 

It looks like a love song. That can’t be right. He may have been dumped abruptly, but he has to admit that it was to no one’s surprise that that relationship didn’t last. Not that Will hadn’t written love songs—which he had—but certainly not two weeks before it ended.

What had happened May 3rd? He had been… well, the Met Gala had been the day before, so he assumes that this was after—

The angel. Of course he had ended up writing a song about him, likely on the drive home, when he had gotten away from the crowds of people and had a few drinks and probably forgotten why exactly that conversation hadn’t led into anything more.

He huffs, scanning over the lyrics, his thumb hovering over the delete button, because Will may not have had the best track record with relationships, but he wasn’t a cheater.

Then again, this song is easily the best thing he’s written in months. “I wrote something,” he tells Lou Ellen, selecting the text and copying it to send it to their groupchat. “You tell me if it’s worth anything.”

[sunflowervolvimp3]

Wait I know we always talk about how protective vampy would be when bb got sick but what would nialls reaction be to her getting sick? I feel like Harry would mention it in the groupchat so Niall would rush over and H would be like “what are you doing go home” and hes like “ok but......shes not gonna die right?” And Harry’s like “....should we call Mitch” and bb would yell from His bed “I LITERALLY JUST HAVE A COLD CALM DOWN” then h would be like “…do you think we should take her to the ER just in case?”

the way they would make each other's anxiety worse PLS

...

It's not that Harry didn't know Niall was fond of Y/N.

He'd spent months running interference between the two, trying to squash Niall's every attempt of establishing contact with the mortal girl before Harry was ready. He'd stopped multiple attempts to crash dates, suffered through his phone being stolen four times, and lost three fingernails in a battle to prevent Niall from adding Y/N to their group chat affectionately titled "The Fang Gang." Once Harry did start allowing contact between his mortal lover and immortal friends, Harry could see the playful relationships bloom immediately. He was glad for it, even— it was much easier to have a relationship with Y/N once the two sides of his life began to merge. And he knew there was a certain degree of protectiveness that went along with that. He'd appreciated his friends understanding his need to make sure she was safe, that he sometimes had to leave a hangout early to make sure Y/N had a ride home when working a closing shift. He'd been thankful for it during certain nights in certain clubs. He knew there was affection there.

He just didn't expect that affection to bring Niall to his door thirty-two seconds after texting in the group chat that he and Y/N would have to miss dinner on account of her having a cold.

The Irishman looks at Harry with an expression he hasn't seen on the carefree vampire's face in years, peering anxiously over Harry's shoulder as if expecting to see the sick girl there. "Is Y/N okay?"

Harry blinks at him. "Is she— what?"

"Is Y/N okay?" Niall repeats the question, his eyes focusing back on Harry's face. "You said she was sick, and that's— humans are fragile. Getting sick means—"

"It means she has a cold, Niall," Harry's own brow furrows in confusion as he looks his friend up and down. "Just a cold. She just needs some rest."

Niall steps into the apartment, and the unease rolling off the vampire in waves convinces Harry to let it happen. He's never seen Niall go so long without smiling, or cracking a joke in greeting.

"You know people die of colds, Harry," Anxiety is threaded through Niall's voice as he speaks. "All it takes is one big cough, and suddenly your lungs are on the outside of your body! Human's don't do well with lungs on the outside of their body! That's literally the opposite of where they're supposed to be!"

"I really don't think that's how coughing works, mate," Harry touches Niall's shoulder with a measured movement. "Calm down. She's fine. Just a bit congested, has a small cough and a headache. Mostly she just needs sleep."

"What if she can't breathe? Congestion means—"

"It means she has a stuffy nose! That's it!"

Niall pulls out his phone. "Have you checked her temperature?"

"Five minutes ago. It's only 38.1 degrees—"

"Google says that's a fever! You know what happens when humans have fevers?"

Harry sighs. "They die?"

"They die, Harry! Fevers are bad! Fevers mean infection!"

"It's a cold!"

And yet.

Harry feels his stomach twist within his abdomen as he snatches Niall's phone from his hands and reads through the Google search results about fevers.

"Mitch doesn't seem concerned," Harry says the words almost as a comfort for himself.

Niall makes a noise of mocking in the back of his throat. "Mitch barely batted an eye when Sarah wound up in a body bag. Should we use him as the gauge for how concerned we should be?"

Harry can identify two faults to that argument right away, the first being that Mitch was distraught for days when Sarah met her untimely mortal end, and the second being that if anyone shouldn't be the gauge for concern, it's Niall, who's prone to overexcitement and overreacting. But then he hears Y/N coughing upstairs, and pictures her fragile body shivering beneath the blanket's he's layered on top of her, and all his counterarguments go out the window.

"I'll go get Y/N while you bring the car around, alright? You think I can bribe the ER staff with a Gucci watch?"

"I think you better try."

[hotgirlstiles]

stiles lovessss derek but absolutely hates the way he texts. derek uses proper punctuation, commas, and periods, and it stresses Stiles out sometimes because it feels like Derek is mad at him. he’ll text something like “derek!!!!!!!!! ❤️✨🤭 we have to go to the cute new ice cream shop that just opened” and Derek will be like “That’s fine. Whatever you want to do.” and that makes stiles panic

YES YES OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST READ MY MIND.. literally have a silly little. pack groupchat and twt au post in mind thats like this…. I LOVE DEREK TYPING STYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i bet he tries REALLY hard to type more like stiles so stiles doesnt overthink 😭😭 it genuinely would be like

stiles: found an old bookstore i think youll like!!!!! we should come visit!

derek: Yes. I am aware of that store. I frequently go there

stiles: (typing)

derek: Do not overthink baby. I appreciate your message and we will go there sometime this week

stiles: ok!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

it makes me sooo insane i loooove lovelove cutesy derek trying his best to communicate w stiles 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😞😞😞😭😭😭😭😭

[monty-glasses-roxy]

First of all, don't apologize for "taking so long", you're under no obligation to just sit there waiting to immediately answer things online.

Second, I think the idea of Chica being anxious about flying is funny (in a good way), because bird.

Third, I'm somehow picturing that Roxy seems standoffish in the group chat, and Chica is a bit disheartened, maybe she was a little too eager in all this, maybe they weren't actually as fast to become friends as she felt like they were. But then they all make plans and meet up (and Roxy still seems pretty indifferent, oh no this is going to be awful)...

And it turns out that in person, Roxy is like the most excited one there. Trying to play it cool, maybe, but you best believe the tail is *going* and giving her away. And it turns out that she was kind of still in that "testing the waters" stage in the group chat, not sure how much to be herself, maybe she was afraid of being Too Much, but she was all along just *so* hopeful and excited to be finding others she got along with.

Yeah Chica being afraid of flying is really funny, especially if she's scared of literally nothing else. Not a single other thing has ever phased her but this one singular mode of transport makes her nervous.

In terms of Roxy, she has no fucking clue what to do with this whole situation. Like, she was practically unconscious by the time she got home and now she's woken up to the sound of a group chat she doesn't remember existing before going crazy. She's just backreading this groupchat, so confused and doesn't say a word in it until they notice she's read the chat and ask if she's okay.

You're absolutely right, she's so standoffish in the groupchat. She's trying to be polite but she's not the most social savvy person in the group and it's really coming across as indifference. However, she does really appreciate their kindness when she really needed it and while she was quiet for the majority of the conversation, when it comes to organising a hangout she offers to take the both of them somewhere as a thanks because they really didn't have to do that. She's giving such mixed signals and both Chica and Monty assume she's doing it out of obligation but then they settle on meeting up at the local bowling alley that her brother (she calls Bonnie her brother) happens to run. Turns out, she's just a little shy with new people! And she was worried about overdoing it so much that she ended up giving the wrong signals entirely anyway! The more you know, right?

Seriously, their first official hangout is an absolute blast. They show up, Bonnie makes a joke that Roxy paid some random strangers to talk to her and then the three of them claim he rigged their bowling games because they each won one game and the deciding match miraculously ended with a three-way tie. It starts awkward, sure, but by the end, they've all well and truly clicked. You're absolutely right, Roxy's tail is wagging so hard as they start to really get to know each other and fuck around and find out. Maybe one of them gets yeeted halfway down the lane and Bonnie allows it just this once because in his opinion, rules should be allowed to be broken if they're funny. I dunno, it depends how quickly their brain cells merge into one and then how quickly they drop it getting a drinks refil.

Like, Monty and Chica clicked so fast and then all it takes is a little competition and almost getting kicked out of a bowling alley for bowling crimes for the pair of them to click with Roxy. They just get along like a house on fire!

And yeah, Roxy doesn't have a lot of friends so this was a shock to everyone that knew her lmao. "What do you mean you were dying on a plane and made two new friends??? What, did the Reaper and their wife take pity on you or what???"

Actually, it would be kinda funny if none of them had a particularly large amount of friends and due to this one layover flight, their friendship group suddenly tripled in size. Jurassic Bark: The Glue That Binds The Friend Group

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language, might be offensive idk (lmk if it is so i should take it down if necessary) , mentions of birth, mentions of alcohol and weed, gayness

Desc: it's Mitsuya's day of birth

Chifuyu: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITSUYA-KUN ⚠️❗💜😋😁

Baji: what's up with the emoji's

Mitsuya: thanks Chifuyu

Baji: happy getting out of the pussy day

Mitsuya: 😐

Kazutora: didn't he get circumcised?

Mitsuya: man what

Baji: ...

Baji: fuck that gotta do with what i just said

Baji: you just say shit

Kazutora: i'm talking about his birth method

Kazutora: keep up, Keisuke 😐

Chifuyu: you're so fucking stupid

Kazutora: HOW AM I STUPID

Kazutora: Mitsuya's mom was circumcised

Kazutora: it wasn't a vaginal birth

Kazutora: he was essentially removed, rather than birthed

Baji: "he was essentially removed, rather than birthed🤓👆"

Mikey: bro how do you even know that?

Chifuyu: R U TALKING ABOUT A C-SECTION????

Kazutora: IS THAT WHAT I FUCKING SAID?? NO

Kazutora: i hate talking to stupid mf's 🙄

Baji: i don't understand why people say i'm the stupidest

Draken: *most stupid

Draken: you honestly proved everyone's point

Baji: fuck off

Mitsuya: ok you guys can shut up now

Draken: happy birthday Takashi

Draken: my sworn brother

Draken: my other half

Draken: my twin dragon

Draken: love ya man

Mitsuya: thank you Draken🙂

Baji: did u have socks on

Draken: ...?

Baji: you can't say "i love ya" and "my other half" without any socks on

Baji: it implies a sense homosexuality

Baji: but if you have socks on then it's fine

Draken: i'm sick of you

Baji: bro doesn't have any socks on 💀

Mitsuya: you guys can shut up now x2

Mitsuya: also

Mitsuya: you don't all have to say happy birthday just say it when we meet up cause i feel awkward saying thank you to every single one of you

Mikey: hope you enjoyed my birthday present 💪😎

Mitsuya: yeah...

Mitsuya: the half eaten taiyaki

Mitsuya: appreciate it

Mikey: anything for the homies ❤

Mitsuya: 😒

Draken: where's Hakkai

Draken: surprised he hasn't said anything about your birthday

Mitsuya: he's planning a surprise birthday party

Baji: surprise🤨?

Mitsuya: he told me not to not text him cause he's busy with my surprise birthday party

Mitsuya: i don't think he realized that he told me

Mitsuya: i don't wanna bum him out so i'll still act surprised

Mitsuya: i appreciate it either way

Chifuyu: Takemitchy, Angry and I have been helping him plan this for weeks, and he just fucking told you😐

Mitsuya: i guess lol

Mitsuya: also said he has a surprise for me

Baji: he's gonna tongue you down, i just know it

Mitsuya: stfu

Mikey: are y'all together or not

Mitsuya: don't know what you're taking about

Draken: bro's taking his time

Mikey: Mitsuya you're 21 now

Mikey: it's been 8 years???😭

Smiley: i may not have a birthday present but i'll bring queer and weed

Smiley: since y'all follow the law or whatnot and you're legal now

Smiley: hypocrites

Draken: what's wrong with following the law?

Smiley: you think beating people half to death was fucking legal, Draken?

Draken: well... no

Draken: doesn't mean we should abuse substances, underage

Smiley: ❤H Y P O C R I T E❤

Smiley: and a lot of the people we know smoke so idk why you're all the way in my ass rn

Draken: yeah but cigarettes aren't drugs

Smiley: weed >>>>> cigarettes

Draken: the ability to breath when i'm in my thirties >>>>

Smiley: fair

Baji: wdym you'll bring a queer and weed🤨

Smiley: why would i bring a queer when Mitsuya is literally right there

Smiley: i meant beer

Smiley: pride month changing my damn autocorrect😒

Kazutora: stop saying slurs

Smiley: bro the gays reclaimed that shit

Smiley: it's a blanket term for the ABCDEFG community or whatever the fuck

Draken: i feel like you're being homophobic

Smiley: nuh uh

Smiley: dude look

Smiley: 👬 👭

Smiley: see?😁

Smiley: am i still homophobic?

Baji: he got us there

Draken: wha-

Draken: what the fuck is that supposed to prove?

*Hakkai has gone online*

Hakkai: HI TAKA-CHAN

Hakkai: could you please come over to my place for no particular reason?🤔

Hakkai: hmmmm, it kinda feels like i'm forgetting something

Hakkai: maybe like, a public holiday?

Hakkai: who knows?🤷‍♂️

Hakkai: anyway

Hakkai: let's hang out like the regular days in which we are normal 🤗

Hakkai: see you soon 😁

Mitsuya: ...

Mitsuya: yeah sure Hakkai

Mitsuya: be right over

Hakkai: ❤

*Hakkai has gone offline*

Mikey: 💀

Chifuyu: i hate him

Baji: did he even fucking try

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Better This Way

Fanfiction inspired by Siames' My Way and personal struggles? Yes, just like the old times. + + + In this life we all go through issues and do things we're not proud of. I should know, I'm not perfect. The things I do don't haunt me anymore but I am reminded of them, but this is where I draw inspiration from. After a night of pain, the truth coming to light and a final stand against the ones who hurt her, Rachel Hargreeves walks the city streets alone. She didn't lose anything, she didn't lose anyone important, but she finally grew a spine and spoke out against her abusive ex-fiancé. She's finally free. She's better this way, her own way. Let's see where she'll take her life now. + + + [Chapter 1: My Way] The events before now are only a fuzzy memory, still fresh in her mind but not as clear as her other memories. Rachel had parked her truck with her personal belongings next to the bar she works at, but it's closed and will be for 3 days. Her boss is out on vacation. She is farther away from her truck, wearing warm clothes to keep warm while the empty city streets are yet to be illuminated by the rising sun. So far the only company she has is the stars that shine brighter than they did before. Rachel's gone through so much torment and control in her past relationship, having broken up with her ex-fiancé and taking control of her life again, that she's unsure about where she'll go next. Her aimless wandering had led her to the first cafe to open, the cashier welcoming her inside. " Good morning Rachel, I don't normally see you this early in the morning. " He smiles, getting a pot of coffee ready for her as she sits at the counter. " Hey Steve, normally I'd be home but... I finally broke up with him, with Eric. " Steve looks shocked. " Are you alright? " " I'm better than I've ever been, but now I'm out of a home. Not exactly bothered by that though. " She speaks bluntly, watching Steve get her drink made. He serves it to her with a smile, patting her shoulder. " I'm sure you'll think of something. " She shrugs before taking a drink, sighing in relief. " Nice and hot, thanks. " For the rest of the morning, Rachel is quiet and sips her coffee, scrolling through an app for a new apartment or decently-priced house she can own, but she spaces out and her body goes on auto-pilot. Without thinking, she opens the messenger app and taps on the groupchat with her army buddies in it. Mama Wolf: I finally broke up with Eric. Sending it, she places the phone down and drinks the rest of her coffee, paying for it silently and leaving without another word. The morning sun is rising and as she heads back to her truck, she hears her phone notifications go off repeatedly. " Oh boy. " Checking the phone, she is surprised to see the responses. Ghost: I knew that fucking muppet wasn't good news, are you alright? SoapySuds: Need a place to stay? Capt. Cigars: I can talk to Nikolai about letting you stay with us, if you need it. She smiles and decides to be honest as she gets in her truck and texts while warming up the truck with her heater. Mama Wolf: I'd greatly appreciate it, my nerves are shot and I'm caffeinated a bit too much. Nik: I'll make some breakfast, come on over. Everyone else is welcome too. Rachel lets out a sigh of relief before buckling up and starting her engine, hooking up her phone to the bluetooth function and almost immediately Gaz starts a group call. Accepting it, Rachel drives through the city. " Rachel, it's Ghost. You there? " " Yeah I'm here, on my way to Nik's. Want a ride? " " That'd be great, thanks. " " Hey hey sunshine, when you get there I'm going to cling onto you. " " Soap? " " Yep, Gaz is busy getting dressed but he says and I quote, 'that rat bastard won't ever hurt you again!' " " Thanks Gaz, love you too. " The whole ride, she keeps talking to everyone before picking up Ghost who climbs into the front and gives her an awkward hug. " I'll give you a better one later. " " Thanks Ghost. "

[eleni-cherie]

lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 1.2

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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"Higher."

"Like this?"

"A bit more."

"Now?"

"A little bit more."

"If I stretch myself more I'm gonna fall," Hoseok whined. Arms already hurting from holding the garland up all this time. "I'm sure it was high enough here," he said then, lowering his hand and steadying himself on the metallic ladder.

Taehyung became sulky, Hoseok could tell, but he eventually nodded. "Okay, hang it there," he agreed with a nod. It wasn't his friend's fault. He simply wanted everything to be as great as possible for Ari's party. He knew perfection could never be reached and some chaos was meant to take place. Especially with his friends attending. But at least when it came to the overall appearance he wanted it to be perfect for her.

It was irrational in a way. She was still a baby and wouldn't remember anything. Let alone understand it. However, considering her actual parents weren't able to prepare this party for her or even be present for their daughter's first birthday, he wanted to at least give her the best party possible. Even when she wouldn't remember it.

Hoseok climbing down the stairs interrupted his train of thoughts. Both inspecting their work of half an hour. "I'd say not bad," the older guy patted his shoulder. Beaming with joy. "I especially like those paper flowers on the curtains. They're cute."

Taehyung nodded in agreement. Satisfied with the result as well. The living room covered in pink and purple garlands, balloons and flowers.

"Let's see if the birthday girl likes it as well," Hoseok said then and went to pick up Ari from where she was crawling around her play yard. "So, what do you think?" he cooed while carrying her to his previous spot. "You like it?"

Ari was just staring at him, grabbing his cheeks then with a giggle. While she seemed to like all his friends, Hoseok had to be her favourite one. Maybe because he was always beaming and smiling widely when holding her. "Not me, the decoration. Look what your dad and I did for you," he laughed. Not noticing Taehyung's expression falling. "I-I forgot something," he quickly mumbled then and left the two in the living room. Once he was in the kitchen, he dragged out the breath he was holding.

In a way, he appreciated his friends seeing him as Ari's dad. But truth was he wasn't. He knew and felt that. And it broke his heart a little when knowing he could love and care for her as much as he could and it would still not be enough. Inhaling deeply, he took a look around. Everything was ready. Only the cake was missing, which Jimin was supposed to pick up.

Sliding his phone out from his pants' pocket, he decided to check on him.

Tae (5:26pm): did you get the cake?

chim (5:28pm): just wanted to call you

chim (5:28pm): i don't think I can make it in time

chim (5:29pm): im running late & traffic is wild

Tae (5:29pm): are you serious now? D:

chim (5:31pm): im sorry :(

chim (5:32pm): maybe one of the others can pick it up??

He ran a hand through his waves, biting down on his lip as he went over to their groupchat, asking if anyone else could take care of it. However, since everyone lived even further away.

"Well, fck," Hoseok yelled from the living room, having read the messages. "Should I quickly go grab it?"

"Not sure if you'd make it in time," he sighed frustrated. Remembering someone else then. Someone who lived close by the conditory. And after quickly dialing the number, he pressed the phone against his ear. Anxiously waiting for her to pick up.

"Yeah, hello?"

"Cassandra? Hey."

"Hey, Tae." She was audibly smiling from the other line.

"Could you do me a huge favour? I know it's too much to ask but no one can pick up Ari's cake an-"

"What's the address?"

He smiled at her interrupting. "It's the conditory in the mall. The cake is under my name and already paid."

"Alright, I'll go get it now." A huge weight left his shoulders when hearing her words.

"You're my savior, Cas. I owe you."

"You really don't," she giggled, "We'll be there soon." And with that she hung up. Relieved, he returned to the living room seeing Hoseok sitting on the carpet with Ari. Building a tower from her wooden bricks with her. Looking up when noticing Taehyung's presence. Anticipation in his eyes. "So? What about the cake?"

"Cassandra is picking it up," he explained. Noticing Hoseok's eyebrows raising in a surprised manner when hearing her name. "Your friend from daycare?" He sounded slightly irritated, however, Taehyung chose to ignore it and simply hummed. "So she's coming, too?"

"Uh, yeah." Letting himself plop down on the couch, Taehyung rubbed his tired eyes. All the preparations had exhausted him. He only hoped everything would go smoothly from now on.

"Huh." He faced the baby in front of him who was about to push and destroy the colourful tower he had built. "You'll get your cake!" he grinned at her.

She obviously didn't understand what was going on, but still clapped her hands happily. Hoseok's cheery voice having that effect on her. And Taehyung observed her with a fond look.

It had been worth it after all. For her.

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"Where do you know each other from?"

Cassandra perked up from the plate with pralines in front of her. She had eaten at least three already and couldn't seem to stop.

To say she had been hiding in the kitchen would be an exaggeration. Because she didn't. At least not intentionally. However, the living room had been quite packed with people. Especially when she felt like an outsider.

Sure, everyone was incredibly nice and welcoming, but it was still too packed and too loud and some seemed equally as socially awkward as her. Which in a way was comforting, but also made things difficult. It wasn't anything uncommon for her though. It hadn't been any different at her own family gatherings. Twelve people in a medium-sized apartment were too much. Whether it was her aunt's birthday last month or Ari's birthday righ now. Much to her surprise, however, the other two 'outsiders' of the group, Seokjin's wife and Yoongi's girlfriend, had joined her in the kitchen. So she wasn't sitting there totally alone, like the loser she sometimes felt like.

"The daycare," Cassandra eventually answered Yongsun's question. "We both take our kids to the same one." She saw the older girl nod to herself, plopping another grape to her mouth.

Yongsun was fascinating to Cassandra. She was probably one of the most beautiful women she had seen in real life. And still, when she laughed she was reminiscent of a cute cartoon character. And considering the way her husband looked like, it was no surprise. The two must've been the best-looking couple she had ever laid eyes on. Even if they didn't actually behave like it or how someone would expect it. Both being rather loud and joking a lot.

The younger woman could still not quite believe they were parents of three-year-old twins since they both looked so young but apparently were over thirty. Cassandra almost choked at that thought. She had a baby face herself, people not believing she'd be a twenty-seven year old mum. However, the genes Yongsun and Seokjin had passed to their children must have been a genetical fountain of youth.

Soyeon was also quite beautiful, Cassandra had noted. She had a cool, almost fierce aura and with her cat-like eyes she could intimidate someone, despite her height. Although that didn't seem to suit her actual personality at all. She was quite cheeky and friendly. Similar to her boyfriend. Cassandra thought they also made a very interesting and good-looking couple.

All of Taehyung's friends were attractive and Cassandra felt so out-of-place. Even if she never had a total low self-esteem and did consider herself somewhat cute, being in a room with so many handsome men -and the two pretty women- made her nervous. Perhaps another reason why she had relocated to the kitchen.

Nevertheless, she did find it nice of Soyeon and Yongsun to keep her company. Even if they themselves seemed to be a little shy and socially awkward just like her. Making the whole situation quite ridiculous. Like the beginning of a joke. "Three introverts sit together in a room.."

Although the two looked quite familiar and comfortable with each other, which was no surprise since they must've known each other for years, adding Cassandra, basically a stranger, brought their own awkward personalities out. And she didn't like that. She didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable.

So she decided to easen the situation for them. "How about you guys? H-how did you two meet?"

Yongsun peeked at Soyeon next to her with a small smile. "We two met at a birthday party. Whose was it again?"

"Wasn't it JK's?"

The older girl nodded. "Yeah, right. It must've been Jungkook's. I remember I was wearing a sweater because of the sudden temperature drop."

Soyeon laughed out at the memory of this. "True. And I found it funny how someone could go to a birthday party with a sweater."

With a shrug, Yongsun leaned over and grabbed another grape from the plate. "I knew the guys wouldn't care. And it wasn't some fancy party anyway."

"Right, right. Rather a chill gathering at a restaurant."

"And weren't you wearing a sweater, too?"

The younger girl gasped, vigorously shaking her head. Her short black waves sliding over her shoulder. "That wasn't a sweater!"

"It looked like one though.."

"It was just a large fit. You know I prefer large fits," Soyeon protested. Flashing a small grin to Cassandra. "I swear it wasn't a sweater." Cassandra giggled at their bickering. Seeing she had been indeed right with them being actually close to each other.

The kitchen door suddenly burst open. None other than Yongsun's husband standing at the frame. Looking at them puzzled. "Why.. why have you all gathered here?" he eventually laughed with furrowed brows, "Are you hiding?"

"Yeah, maybe," Yongsun rolled her eyes playfully, "And has your little game with Jungkookie ended?"

"Woman! You can't just call Mario Kart a 'little game'," he said sulky, "And no it has not. Quick, drop me some grapes before the next round starts."

"Five seconds before I press start!" they heard Jungkook yell from the other room. Making Seokjin seemingly fuzzy. "Grapes, quick!" he demanded and opened his mouth widely. Yongsun groaned. "You could just eat on your own. No need for me to feed you like a baby," she mumbled then half-amused, half-annoyed as she started placing grapes into his mouth. Him munching happily when it was filled. "Tastes much better when you feed me though," he grinned before rushing out at Jungkook's anew warning. She watched him disappear behind the door and shook her head embarrassed.

"When he's with the guys, I feel like taking care of three toddlers, not just two," she giggled awkwardly. Seeing Cassandra and Soyeon giggling along with her. "He and JK surely share a braincell sometimes," Soyeon added.

"It's funny though," Cassandra smiled then, "And you two really look lovely together."

Yongsun pursed her lips, blushing. "Thanks. It's still a little awkward when he does that in front of others though. Thankfully not in public, but still.." An affectionate smile spreading over her red lips then as her gaze fell onto the grapes. "But I've almost got used to this."

They heard Seokjin's outcry then, clearly having lost that round to the younger guy. And Yongsun sighed, knowing she'd have to listen to his rant about their game on their way home later.

"I feel you though," Soyeon spoke up then, "If Yoongs did anything like that in front of others, I'd probably die."

"I think he'd die himself," Yongsun giggled.

"True," Soyeon laughed under her breath. Agreeing with Yongsun. Yoongi would indeed rather die than ever have her feed him in front of anyone. "He does cute things, though," she said then, before taking a sip from her drink, "Just not in public. Except holding hands."

"I'm almost envious of you guys." Cassandra mumbled then. Giving them an apologetic smile before taking another praline and placing it into her mouth.

The two other women exchanged a glance before Soyeon's lips parted. Sensing a shift in mood in her tone. "Why? Aren't you and Izzy's dad -"

"Oh, god, no. We aren't together," she laughed dryly, "We were just.. sleeping with each other."

Both their lips shaping a small 'oh' and Cassandra quickly waved her hands. "No, no. It's alright. I'm sorry for even bringing this up and ruining the mood."

"Don't say that," Yongsun said with an encouraging smile, "And you don't necessarily need a man anyway." Cassandra nodded, thankful for her words. The door opened once again, startling the three. Eyes round when staring at Taehyung who seemed equally startled as them. "W-what are you doing here?"

Soyeon shrugged with a sly grin. "Nothing. Just gossiping about you guys." He nervously laughed under his breath. With Soyeon he could never be entirely sure if she was only messing with someone or if she actually meant it. "Ah, really? Don't wanna disturb you then."

Grabbing a bottle opener when stopping in his tracks. Noticing Cassandra staring at her daughter in his arms with wide eyes. And he realised she must be surprised. "Oh sorry, she was a bit whiny and I figured out she just wanted someone to hold her," he explained, smiling at the baby who was gripping his shirt and looking at him with big eyes.

She nodded slowly, remembering Isavella's new habit of getting attention. And yet, she was stunned. The sight of him carrying her baby so casually in his arms being a sight she could get used to. But before she could even thank him and take her, he had already rushed out. Leaving them alone again.

Soyeon noticed her eyes lingering on the door and giggled. "At least you still got Taehyung if you can't find anyone else." She was expecting to hear a laugh or joking reaction. However, much to her surprise, the curly-haired girl only pursed her lips. Looking away shyly. "Ehm y-yes, right," she laughed out. And for a moment Soyeon bought it. But only for a moment. She had only been joking but it looked like she had hit a nerve. "Cassandra, could it be that you like him?"

The young woman remained silent. Fumbling with her fingers under the table.

She liked him, didn't see?

It was quite obvious she did and that it wasn't just some small, superficial crush like she had thought first. And that right from the beginning, like the fool she was. However, she would surely not admit that to his best friends' partners.

"Maybe I have a tiny crush on him," she quietly said then. Feeling like a teenager all over again. Cheeks burning when speaking it out loud for the first time. "But it's nothing special, really. And he's busy with Ari anyway. And I don't even think I'd be his type.. So it's all good. I'm content with just being friends with him."

"Sounds like lots of excuses to me," Soyeon countered, arching a brow.

"To me it sounds like you're actually head over heels for him," Yongsun grinned widely, leaning over the table. Cassandra's plan of acting casual and not letting them find out obviously having failed. "I get it in a way though. He's a handsome and nice guy." She paused, thinking for a moment. "And sure, I just met you, but you're very pretty, too!" Cassandra mumbled a 'thank you', knowing Yongsun was only trying to be polite. But next to her and Soyeon, she felt like a potato. "I think the main issue might be Taehyungie," Yongsun continued then, "This boy's quite the mystery to me sometimes. I can't even tell you if you're his type or not 'cause I got no clue what he's into. Probably someone like a best friend I guess."

Soyeon nodded agreeing. "He isn't really the flirty type either. Not that Yoongi was but.. I don't know how to explain it. If Yoongi wants something, he doesn't beat around the bush. He's straightforward. Even without flirting. While Taehyung.."

"Yeah, Taehyung never seemed interested in relationships. In all the years I know him, he never seemed crushing on anyone. So honestly, I'm not even sure how he'd show his interest to someone. He's more the buddy type. He likes befriending people instead."

Cassandra sucked in a breath, nodding understanding. So just as she thought. Her chances with Taehyung were zero. Proving again that there wasn't any point in having hope of any type.

"But," Yongsun said then, "This might be the key. Because he isn't friends with any women, as far as I know. Well, except us -" Her index finger wiggling between her and Soyeon. "-but I don't think that counts here. So the fact he calls you a friend and even invited you to the birthday of his daughter, should definitely be a good sign."

"I think so, too," Soyeon agreed, "He's a bit of a strange guy sometimes. Strange in a good way. So maybe.. I don't know.. Maybe he's showing it in a different way."

Cassandra hummed. Taehyung wasn't an ordinary guy, that she agreed with Soyeon. And to her it had always been obvious this was one of the reasons she felt so attracted to him.

The door opened again, interrupting them for the third time. This time Jimin standing there. Eyeing them with a frown. "Here you are!" he exclaimed. His features softening into a smile. "Was wondering where y'all had disappeared to."

"Speaking of flirty," Yongsun giggled then, "Here we got a prime example of flirty attitude."

"You mean me?" The guy looked seemingly taken aback but also flattered. Smiling shyly then, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not flirty."

"Boy, you look flirty just now."

Yongsun's remark made him burst out laughing. "You're exaggerating a little," he smirked, making Yongsun gasp. Pointing at him frantically. "See, see! Just look at how he smiles now!"

"It's not my fault I got such a cute face," he whined and grabbed a glass from the counter. The initial reason he went to the kitchen for. "Oh, by the way," he faced Cassandra then with a wide smile, "Thanks for picking up the cake for me. I felt awful for not being able to do so, but you saved the party." And Cassandra had to agree with Yongsun.

"Eh, yeah, n-no problem," she quickly said and offered him a smile as well. Watching him disappear into the living room once again.

"You saved Ari's party?" Soyeon smirked then, "If that's not a bonus point-" She was about to say more when she got abruptly interrupted by Seokjin's fretful calling for his wife. "Yong~~! Yong, help! They're trying touching the cake!"

Yongsun dragged a sigh. The twins were obviously acting up again and he had trouble to contain them in bay. So she pushed back the chair and hurried out to help him. Almost bumping into Namjoon who was about to enter the kitchen. He peeked inside, spotting Soyeon and Cassandra there giggling. "We're about to take a photo," he annouced to them, pointing behing him with a dimpled smile. "You coming?"

Soyeon instantly nodded and followed him out. Her boyfriend already pointing to the spot next to him with his chin. Cassandra, however, didn't move. Awkwardly shifting in her seat instead, unsure of whether to follow them or not. They obviously wanted to take a photo with Ari and the cake. And somehow she didn't feel like fitting in there. She might be a friend, but she wasn't one of Taehyung's closest ones like the rest. So being on the photo with them, would probably be weird. A sad sigh escaped her lips.

Why was she always being like this?  Her train of self-pitying thoughts was interrupted when seeing Taehyung standing at the door frame. His prominent brows raising when spotting her there. "Are you coming? We're waiting for you."

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Taehyung closed the door behind the last of his friends. Thankful for the now lasting silence. Even if he loved hanging out with them, it had been quite late by now and he rubbed his tired eyes. Hearing footsteps behind him then.

"We should probably get going, too." He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Cassandra faintly smiling at him. "You're probably drained from the whole evening."

He nodded, yawning. "I'm probably gonna clean the mess in the living room first though." He made his way to the sleeping girls then. Making sure they were covered by the blanket.

"They sleep so peacefully," Cassandra whispered and he sensed her standing beside him.

"Yeah," he whispered back. Glancing at her with a smile as they left the crib behind them. "I-if you want you can stay, you know," he muttered then, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, it's quite late and not to wake up Izzy now that she sleeps."

Cassandra glanced at him for a moment with narrow eyes. "You just want me to help you clean the mess, don't you?"

He laughed out, biting his lip. "So you noticed," he joked along, "I could use some help after all."

She sighed dramatically, flashing him a smirk then. "Fine. I'm gonna help you, but only 'cause I got a big heart."

"So I owe you again," he chuckled as they went to the living room. Starting picking up empty glasses and dirty napkins. "Why do you think you'd owe me?" she asked, stapling empty plates on one hand. "If anything I owe you for all the times you helped me out."

"I'm glad if I could be of any help," he responded, "But I doubt it was that often."

A soft smile ghosted over her lips as she continued cleaning the coffee table. "It was more than you think."

"I didn't do it for you to owe me though," he frowned and placed the glasses next to the plates.

His voice deep. He almost sounded offended.

"Same goes for me."

"Well then," he said and looked down at her with a soft yet firm expression on his features, "Let's just forget about it. Let's do nice things, without thinking we'd owe the other. Friends do nice things for each other all the time after all."

She gave him a nod, accepting his suggestion. And they returned to tidying up in silence. Slowly cleaning up everything, when Cassandra spoke up again after awhile. "So, any plans for tomorrow?"

"Probably sleep, if Ari let's me," he lightly chuckled, plopping tiredly onto the couch. His gaze laying on the white ceiling above them. "It's kinda weird, you know. How could a year pass already?"

"It sounds so cliché, doesn't it?" Cassandra sighed, understanding exactly what he meant. Taking a seat next to him, she let herself sink into it. "People say time flies and they grow up so fast. But it's the truth." He nodded quietly, not averting his eyes from the ceiling. "I don't want Izzy to grow up," she admitted then and he slightly turned his head, glancing at her. Her eyes held something gloomy in them and he knew instantly why. "It's just.. when she grows older, she'll ask questions. And I don't know if I can answer them."

"You mean about her dad, right?"

She nodded silently. Her expression blank.

His gaze went back to the ceiling. "What am I supposed to tell Ari why her uncle is raising her?"

She looked at him briefly before exhaling deeply. A half-hearted laugh escpaing her lips. "We gotta tell them the truth, don't we? Just in a nice way."

"How am I supposed to make 'your parents died in a car crash' sound nice?" he laughed out sarcastically.

"I don't know. How am I supposed to make 'your dad was a jerk and doesn't even know you exist' sound nice?" They exchanged a glance, breaking into a fit of giggles. "We're quite pathetic."

"But we try our best." He pushed himself off the couch then. Giving her a warm smile. "I can clean the rest alone. Don't worry. You can go home."

"Sounds like you wanna get rid of me," she scoffed jokingly and stood up. Grabbing the bag with torn gift wraps from Ari's birthday presents.

He arched a brow at her as he picked up the plates. "You were the one wanting to go home earlier, weren't you?"

She simply shrugged, dumping the bag next to the entrance door. "Maybe I changed my mind."

He hummed, disappearing in the kitchen. "There's still cake left. You want some?" she heard him ask. Making her blink at his random question. "Really? I thought with so many people nothing but crumbs would be left."

"That's why I ordered an extra big one." He was leaning backwards, peeking his head out from the other room, "So do you want some?"

"Obviously!"

Yeah, maybe being just friends with him was enough.

Even if her heart was telling her otherwise. She wouldn't dare risking it and putting it all at stake. Some day she would surely get over her feelings. And until then she simply had to stay patient and endure it.

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---- small crossover based on my jin and yoongi stories!

[koukamisstuff]

Ready to Love

Chapter Eighteen - Day with You

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After messaging the groupchat you check your location and see that Kita's house is just right down the next corner. Almost there...*thump thump*

You didn't know why you felt so nervous to see him but the feeling was similar to when he walked you home. You cant remember the last time you felt butterflies in your stomach and your heart race wouldn't calm down, all while Kita seemed so calm. You wondered if you were too boring or should you have talked more but the only things you felt were necessary to talk about was the club or the trip. But a part of you wondered why did you feel the need to get to know Kita more? Were these feelings because he was a friend or something else?

The sound of a car door slamming snapped you back into reality but remembered how worried you were about him. Trying to take your mind off of it, you looked should his neighborhood and it felt so homey. Maybe it was the feeling you got from the small park with families playing together, the traditional architecture from the houses or from the beautiful scenic views that broke though the trees. Overall you could tell he lived in a friendly area.

Such a beautiful place to raise a family?

You finally reached Kita's house, *thump thump* again nervousness filled your stomach as you knocked on the door. While waiting for someone to answer, you tried to think of what to say. You weren't even sure what you planned to do today. After hearing he was sick, you were overcome by the need to check on him, or maybe the unsettling feeling you had all night bothered you so much that you just couldn't calm down your heart until you saw him.

The door finally opened and a small elder women was standing in front of you. You immediately realized this was his grandma. She was soooo adorable!! 🥺

"Hello there."

"Ohh hello ma'am, sorry for my intrusion. My name is Y/N L/N. I'm a friend of Kita-senpai, I heard he was sick and I was hoping I could see him."

She stood there almost confused, "L/N-san??"

"Yes ma'am..." feeling a small urge to explain your relationship with him you continue, "I'm actually the manager he's training for the volleyball team."

"Ohh I see... I just thought the girl that was just here 10 minutes ago was called L/N-san. But she didnt stay long. I must have heard her name wrong."

Did someone else see Kita-senpai??

"Ma'am I hope that it's okay if I brought some medicine and things for porridge. I didn't know what would be best." You say as his grandma walked you into the house.

"Ohhh wow thank you L/N-chan and you can just call me Oba-chan. A friend of Shin-chan's is family." She kindly took the bag and placed it on the table. "You're such a darling, you actually saved me a trip. I meant to go to the market but the time today is getting away from me. I feel guilty leaving Shin-chan home sick, you see I have an appointment today so I planned to reschedule it but he said I can't miss it." She explained the situation to you and it made you want to lend a hand more than ever.

"Of course you must attend your doctor's appointment, they are very important. If you're worried about Kita-senpai I can take care of him."

She smiled and continued, "If its not to much trouble, I'd really appreciate your help."

"No trouble at all."

"Shin-chan's room is right down here. I need to go get ready for my appointment so forgive me for not going all the way with you."

"It's fine." You say bowing as you both went your separate ways.

You knocked on his door and waited to hear him say anything. But sadly you were met with silence. You open the door and see that Kita is laying in bed asleep. You walked over and sat down on the chair near his bed, "He's so cute when he sleeps."

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After about 10 minutes, you hear the sound of his door open and see his grandma come in to announcement her departure.

"L/N-chan we'll be going now."

You stand up to go greet her, "Have a safe journey Oba-chan."

She smiled, "Shin-chan must be comfortable around you."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since he was little he was a light sleeper around company, besides myself if someone walked in he'd immediately wake up. So the fact that he's still asleep means he feels comfort with you around. He woke up when that other girl was here. Although he still seemed drousy so I'm guessing that's why she didn't stay long."

You felt tempted to ask more about this girl but at the same time it be rude to pry. But you were more interested in everything else she said... Kita was comfortable around you.

"Shin-chan's sister wanted to come in and meet you but I told her not to disturb you. I hope though you come back soon so we can give you a proper welcome."

"Of course, I'd like that."

"Feel free to use the kitchen however you'd like and make yourself at home. Thank you for taking care of our Shin-chan."

"I'm happy too." You say as she left the room.

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Kita woke up to the smell of freshly made porridge filling his room. Checking the time he saw that it was already 3:15pm.

"Did I sleep the whole day?" He said as he slowly got up from the bed. He went to look at his phone and saw that besides the team messaging him, nothing came from Y/N. I wonder if L/N-san really came or was I just dreaming?

The sounds of dishes clanking alerted him to the presence of someone still in the kitchen. "I told her to go."

"Oba-chan I thought you went, I'd be fine..." Kita had entered the kitchen and was fully prepared to scold his grandma for missing her doctor's appointment. But what he wasn't prepared for was sight he actually walked in on...

"L/N-san?"

"You're awake." You say grabbing a bowl to put his porridge in, "I made you some porridge for when you got up. I didn't know you'd sleep so long but I knew when tobget started. I've learned my timing skills are never wrong."

"Wait... you're really here?"

"Senpai how bad is your fever, I told you I'd be coming over. Thankfully I met your grandma and I told her I'd take care of you while she went to her appointment."

Kita walked over and sat on the table sitting across from you. You set up such a spot for him prepared the porridge, fruits, and water.

"I hope it's not a bother that I'm here and that I used your kitchen. Oba-chan said to help myself to what I needed." You say trying to figure out if maybe this wasn't a great idea.

Oba-chan??

As curious as Kita was with how close you and his grandma got along. He was quick to shoot the thought of you being a bother, "No, it's fine. Thank you."

The rest of the time passed surprisingly quickly. You had a late lunch with Kita and after you went to go drink some tea and gave him medicine for his fever. You sat together for a while and talked about your trip, you reminded him you left the forms in his room on the desk. Just in case you forgot to give it to him.

About an hour had passed and you noticed Kita looked tired so you sent him to go rest while you cleaned up. He was reluctant to go but it was no use arguing with you. When you were done you went back to his room where he had fallen back asleep. You had walked back over to him and placed your hand on his head to see if his fever went down... luckily it did. "I'm glad I could be here for you senpai."

You then heard the sound of doors opening and the voice of his grandma. "Your family seems to be home. I should get going senpai."

What happen next made you wonder if you caught his cold because hallucinations was the only explanation you could think of when you realized Kita had pulled you into a hug.

"Ki---- Kita-senpai?" *thump thump* There it was again, the same butterflies in your stomach, your heart beating a mile but now add the fluster in your voice. What the heck is this feeling??

"I'm grateful you're here, L/N-san."

...and those were the last words he said before he fell back down into his bed and Oba-chan walked in.

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Side Notes:

This chapter is made for you to read it as if you're telling someone how your day went, which explains why we have texts between Osamy and Y/N.

If your wondering what happen to Ayame, it will be revealed later.

Who is the girl?

Authors Note: Hi everyone sorry for the late reply. I spent so much time trying to write out this chapter. If I liked something, I fixed it. If I didn't, I erased it. But after all that I finally came to something I hope you all enjoyed as well. I may have hinted at a spin off sorry but we'll get into that later.

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