#excuse me while I go make myself some coffee lol

[coffee-and-tea-time]

KEEP PRETENDING TO SLEEP! KEEP PRETENDING TO SLEEP!!!

HEHEHEHEHEHE I WAS WAITING TO COOK THIS

Coffee insanely speaking! Thanks Dear, you gimme the perfect excuse to write a second part just in time although I expected the option of talking to him to come first. Not that I'm complaining lol

➤ first part

➤ here to see the other option

↪︎ ☾ I love to see you ....................................... .......................................☆ I love to hear you↩︎

TW: yandere behavior, delusions, murder of self-preservation, stalking, obssesion, somewhat willing reader, kinda denying of bad decisions

Of course, the best option is to stay still, not because you are enjoying this no no, of course not...

Despite his soft voice that sounds rather familiar, you can't really recall who or where. So the safest option is just giving in at the moment, you didn't know how he could react so the safer the better, isn't it?

A smile starts creeping on your face against your will, seems like you are a rather bad actor when it's required, huh? 

“Oh, I'm really glad, you seem like you're finally having a good dream… will it be too greedy if I want to be inside that little dream of yours? Well, if you find that greedy, you won't be able to handle me later”

Hearing a close mouthed giggle following the whisper makes your heart flutter softly, like this is some kind of really romantic scene in his mind. You were able to hear the faint sound of footsteps, he seems like he's doing a little room tour, making it a little hard to hear him.

“Oh Dear, you were researching that thing again?”

It seems like he found his way into your phone, what was he referring to?

“Why do you keep reading so much about romance? Are these words good enough to keep your focus?... Maybe I have to start practicing oral expression? It's been a while since I felt like that, last time was when you downloaded that stupid dating sim… This is truly irritating, the names they use, the way they ‘communicate’ to you; do no justice, I can express myself way better, my love, and how my eyes change when I see you walking by… just... please, I need only one chance, and I promise you won't have a room left for doubts”

Even though he made the effort to lower his voice in order to 'not wake you up', it's clear how his tone is changing with every word depending on the topic; First, a low hint of infatuation, then, what sounds closer to a plead and, finally,...was that...hopelessness?

Honestly, in a normal situation, you would be annoyed by someone searching through your phone but only an idiot would think this man would judge you even if you had pictures of dead people there, more like he's genuinely looking for more of you, despite the fact that it's really not the ‘proper’ way, you can't say it didn't work.

“My beloved Cherry, what can i do for you to talk to me? Those characters seem to steal your attention quickly… I would be lying if I sad I'm not a little hopeful because of them though, you seem to have quite the specific taste, Cherry, and I believe I fit perfectly on them... if only I could find the right moment to get into your routine, to be part of your life…”

Weird that he worries about getting to talk to you with an ideal scene but not worrying about stalking you, but maybe it's kind of understable? Since well, everyone likes to check on their crush on social media even if they take a while to actually talk, even if this guy took it a little too far, he sounds... harmless like his wish is just to win your affection…

wait a second…

Are you truly relaxed in this kind of situation? What is going on with you? Why? Why… well, can't say you didn't ask for this, even as a joke, you know this time is different because it's real, but… why does reality feel like a fantasy right now? Is it because of him?

“Huh, I come here as a routine by now, I still get the same queries, I’m dying to find the answers soon..”

Sensing that lightly sweet fragrance once more makes you know he’s approaching your ‘sleeping’ form once again, making it easy to hear him despite his constant whispering.

“Would you let me cuddle you? Would you let me kiss you? Would you mind if I were clingy? Would you mind if I get jealous? Would you mind if it seems like I already know more about you than I should? I want to hold you my dear, I can’t wait for the day I can just snuggle with you every time we want… I really can’t wait anymore, I need to be closer to you… I guess I have no option other than to talk to you out of the blue, I dislike to be so imprudent, but I promise I will make up for it once you accept me in your life, Love”

You feel a gentle hand slightly caress your cheek as a little peck is placed on your forehead, making you almost smile like a fool if it weren’t for the fact that pretending to sleep is your priority in this sweet moment, unexpected but called for moment.

“Sweet dreams Cherry, I have to prepare what I should say tomorrow, I will put all of my efforts to be my best self to make a good first impression, I hope I snatch enough of your interest to be on your mind even for a moment”

Oh, he is definitely gonna be stuck in your mind for a while, as you try your best to focus on the sounds, you catch his steps as he seems to walk away… but you keep up with your act just in case.

So, tomorrow, huh? Seems like once again you have important decisions in your hand, should you indulge in your fantasy and let him get near you? It also sounds fun to go to him first… But, maybe you should try to avoid him? It’s the safer choice, but do you really want that? He seems safe enough not to raise any of your flags, he seemed so caring for you…

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you��you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

[taexbankai]

I only want you

this is chapter 9, the other chapters are on my page!

if you’re randomly stumbling upon this chapter, you might want to start the story from the beginning so you know all of the warnings and what’s going on lol. anyways, please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes, i’ve been working like crazy recently and didn’t have a lot of time to reread. this chapter is kinda long lol

enjoy!

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it’s been a little over a month since satoru and i had sex. he took me out on a cute date the next day and i stayed at his house for another week before suguru took me back home. satoru sends me texts everyday and we facetime every night before we go to sleep. i miss him so much, not a second goes by when he doesn’t cross my mind.

“we should totally take a trip somewhere” nobara said as she sat down next to me. miwa wanted to try this new cafe that just opened, so she invited me, mai, momo, and nobara to come with her.

“where should we go?” mai asked her as she picked up her coffee

“i really want to go somewhere with a beach” nobara said, pulling out her phone to google places we could go

“there’s a beach about 30 minutes away from suguru’s school” i told her. she turned to me, a big smile on her face

“really?! we should go!” she said excitedly

“yeah, we should invite some people too” momo added

“that do sound like fun.. i’m down” miwa said

“okay great… should we get a hotel or an airbnb?” nobara asked everyone as she picked up her phone again

“we can stay at the hotel by the beach, my dad owns that one” i told her, pulling out my phone as well to look up everything that surrounds the beach

“oh yeah i forgot your dad owns hotels” mai said while laughing

“um… excuse me?” the girls and i turned our heads towards the person talking and we saw a guy who looked to be our age standing at the end of our table

“yes?” momo asked him

“i was wondering if i could get your number?” he asked as he turned his attention to me

“me?” i asked, pointing at myself to make sure he was speaking to me. he nodded his head as he began to get his phone out of his pocket

“oh.. i have a boyfriend” i told him. his smile slightly faded

“oh okay, so sorry to have bothered you!” he said as he turned around and left. i picked my phone back up and continued my search, trying to ignore the stares i was getting from my friends

“oh.. i have a boyfriend” maki mocked me, making her voice really high pitched

“i do not sound like that” i said and laughed

“so you’re dating gojo now and you didn’t tell me?” nobara asked. i sighed and put my phone down

“we’re not dating” i told them. they all did a loud dramatic gasp which made a few of the other people inside of the cafe turn and look at us

“could you guys NOT be embarrassing please? thank you” i said

“what do you mean you’re not dating him?!” nobara yelled, not caring if people looked at us

“i thought you said he took your virginity? wouldn’t he have asked you out after?” maki asked

“why did you tell that guy you had a boyfriend if you’re not dating anyone?” miwa asked

“why aren’t you two dating yet? you talk like everyday” momo added

“one at a time please, goodness” i said as i covered my face with my hands

“nobara… he hasn’t asked me out and idk if he will. i wasn’t expecting him to ask me out or anything after we had sex maki… even though i wish he did. now for your question miwa, i consider satoru as my boyfriend still. i don’t want to talk to any other guys… i don’t even have any interest in anyone other than satoru. lastly, yes momo we do talk everyday but i’m waiting for him to ask me out” i said, answering all of their questions

“i wonder why he hasn’t asked you out yet” nobara said

“maybe he’s scared?” mai asked nobara

“no, that can’t be it… scared isn’t even a word in gojo’s vocabulary” nobara said as she rubbed her hand over her chin, deep in thought

“maybe i should ask him out?” i asked them

“girl are you fucking kidding me?” nobara asked as she angrily slammed her hand down on the table

“no y/n, he needs to ask you out” mai said. i looked at momo and miwa and they were nodding their heads in agreement

“but why?” i asked

“would you get down on one knee and propose to a man?” nobara asked. i quickly shook my head no

“exactly” she said

“maybe he’s just waiting for the right chance to do it” miwa said. we all turned to look at her

“you’re actually probably right. he definitely gotta play it careful with y/n since he’s best friends with her brother” nobara said

“ooh i know, how about we invite satoru and suguru with us to the beach? it’s already on their side of town anyways” momo said

“that’s a good idea… have them invite some of their friends too” miwa excitedly said

“okay i’ll text suguru right now and ask if he would be down to come” i said as i went to suguru’s contact and began typing the message

“wait, when are we planning to do this?” i asked

“lets do it this weekend. we can leave on thursday and stay until like monday” nobara said. everyone all agreed to the time frame and i continued texting suguru.

“let’s make a group chat with everyone that’s going” mai said

“great idea” nobara said

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“yeah, suguru told me about it earlier” satoru said on facetime

“so… do you want to come?” i asked nervously, scared that he wouldn’t want to come

“of course princess” he said, a smile making it’s way onto his face. i smiled, excited that he’s coming with us

“you look nice. who’s party are you going to again?” i asked him

“thank you baby.. and it’s haibara’s birthday party. it’s a surprise party though so we’re having it at suguru’s house” satoru said as he propped his phone up against something in his bathroom so i could watch him as he finished fixing his hair. he had on a white, long sleeved button up shirt and black pants

“you’re not wearing your glasses?” i asked him

“nah, i was going to but i’m going to be drinking tonight. i don’t want to accidentally break them like i did last time i got drunk” he said while laughing

“oh okay” i replied, smiling at him

“why?” he asked, taking one last look at himself in the mirror before he picked up his phone and looked at me

“just don’t want all the girls there looking at your pretty blue eyes. they’re so bright and pretty, it catches all the girl’s attention. not to mention that you’re going to be drinking too, so it’ll be easier for them to talk to you” i said, slightly going on a mini rant

“y/n-”

“and you’re really tall, your voice is nice and you have a nice body. your face is attractive and you have a super fun and easy going personality. it’s so easy to fall in love with you, the girls are going to be all over you, and i-“

“y/n” satoru said more sternly this time. i immediately stopped talking, realizing just how much i was ranting

“don’t be worried. i won’t do anything with anyone even if i’m drunk” he said while laughing

“i’m not worried!” i said, feeling embarrassed. satoru continued laughing at me as he exited his bathroom and walked into his room to grab something before he started walking downstairs

“is… is riko going to be there?” i asked, anxiously chewing on my bottom lip

“yeah” satoru said. it felt like my heart had fell into my stomach

“don’t worry y/n, i haven’t spoken to her since that night. i won’t do anything with her” he said

“last time you were drunk you slept with her though” i said quietly. satoru was silent for a little bit before he let out a sigh

“you’re right, but it’s different this time y/n. i don’t even feel the urge to sleep with anyone else anymore after being with you” he said seriously. i was happy at his words but i still couldn’t help the nervous feeling crawling up my spine

“okay, don’t let me ruin your night. go have fun. tell haibara i said happy birthday!” i said, trying to change the topic

“i’ll tell him. are you about to go to sleep?” satoru asked as he left out of his front door, making sure to lock it before he walked over to suguru’s condo, opening the door

“yeah, i don’t have anything else to do” i said

“you can text me if you get too lonely” he said

“is that y/n?” i heard suguru ask. he walked over to satoru and took the phone out of his hand

“wow, you talk to him more than you talk to me now” suguru said

“love youuuuu” i said, laughing at suguru’s “hurt” expression

“yeah yeah, love you too” he said as he playfully rolled his eyes

“oh yeah, my friends all said they’re down about going to the beach. i’ll text you tomorrow and give you all the details” he said

“okay sounds good…now put toru back on the phone” i told him

“ouch” he said, we both laughed as he handed satoru back his phone

“have fun, drink responsibly okay? i don’t care if you only live next door” i said

“okay princess” satoru said while laughing

“goodnight toru”

“goodnight babygirl�� i hung up the phone and stared up at my ceiling. ‘what if riko makes a move on him?’ ‘what if she follows him into his house after and they end up having sex?’ ‘what if he ends up realizing he actually still loves her and he wants to get back with her?’ i asked myself, my mind racing and thinking of 100 different possible outcomes

“stop it y/n… he said nothing will happen, relax” i told myself as i took a deep breathe in and out. i was still too anxious to sleep so i decided to just scroll on instagram for a few hours until i got bored. after about 2 hours i decided to text satoru to see how to party was going

me: hey toru, how’s the party going?

toru<3: hey baby, i thought you were going to sleep?

toru <3: it’s really fun though, i’ve had about 3 shots, i’m pretty drunk right now

me: damn 3 shots? you’re usually pretty fucked up after 1 lol, and i couldn’t fall asleep.

toru<3: haibara said i have to get fucked up with them tonight, so i’m going all out

me: what liquor are you drinking?

i waited and waited but after an hour of satoru not responding, i figured he was having fun and was too drunk to respond, so i decided to actually go to sleep. i texted him ‘goodnight <3’ and put my phone on the charger, closing my eyes and finally going to sleep

———satoru’s pov————

“just one more shot gojo come on” mei mei said as he passed a shot towards me

“no i’ve had enough” i said, pushing the drink away from me. haibara was extremely drunk, he could barely stand up. he was sitting on the couch with shoko on his lap

“are they ever gonna date? or just keep hooking up for forever?” yuki asked as she walked over to where i was sitting with suguru

“they do fuck a lot, might as well just date at this point” suguru said. i closed my eyes and laid my head back against the couch

“my head is spinning” i said to no one in particular

“how many shots did you take man?” suguru asked me

“i lost count after the 4th one” i told him. he started laughing at me

“you really can’t handle your liquor” he said

“most normal people start to get pretty fucked up after 3 shots suguru” i said, opening my eyes and looking at him

“here, i got you some water” suguru and i both turned to my right and saw riko sit down next to me while holding a water bottle

“thanks” i said as i grabbed the water, opening it and drinking it

“have you been drinking?” yuki asked her

“i only had 2 shots” riko said to her

“so… how are you and y/n doing?” riko turned and asked me. suguru looked at me, also waiting for my response

“why?” i asked her, turning my attention to her

“just wondering… she’s a nice girl. i never got to apologize to her for making a move on you that night” she said. i didn’t respond, i closed my eyes and drunk some more water, trying to sober up a little

“did you have sex with her?” riko asked me

“riko, why are you so curious about what he’s doing with my sister?” suguru asked, making me open my eyes at his sudden outburst

“i can’t ask a simple question?” riko asked him, getting defensive

“it doesn’t concern you, you’re the one who cheated on him… remember that?” suguru sarcastically asked her, she didn’t say anything

“oh, don’t tell me you forgot about toji. the married man you decided to sleep with multiple times. how could you forget someone so important?” suguru said

“stop it” riko quietly said

“stop it? you want me to stop talking about it? why? is it because you’re ashamed of yourself for cheating on my best friend? or is it because you don’t want everyone knowing just how dirty you are?” suguru added. i sat up and grabbed his shoulder

“suguru” i said, knowing that the alcohol was making him more upset than he needed to be

“it’s alright” i told him

“babe let’s go get some fresh air okay?” yuki said to him

“my bad satoru” suguru said as he stood up with yuki

“don’t worry about it” i said to him. after he walked away with yuki i turned to look at riko and saw that she was crying. i stood up, almost falling over but catching myself at the last second. i walked over to haibara and shoko

“could y’all stop making out for a second? thanks” i said, laughing at them

“what do you want asshole?” shoko said, her eyes low and red, haibara could barely even open his eyes

“go to suguru’s guest room upstairs. you’re both in no condition to go home anyways” i told them before i started making my own way upstairs, i went to suguru’s room and walked in, falling onto his bed

“just need 5 quick minutes of sleep” i said to myself as i closed my eyes

“satoru” a quiet voice said to me. i quickly opened my eyes and saw riko standing in front of me

“what do you want?” i asked annoyed, sitting up and looking at her

“did you sleep with her?” she asked me. i let out an angry groan while running my fingers through my hair

“could you just answer the question please, i wa-“

“YES I FUCKED HER!!” i yelled at her, my frustration reaching it’s max. she flinched at me raising my voice

“so… are we really done?” she asked as she took a step closer to me

“ i’m too drunk for this bullshit right now riko. get out” i said

“you didn’t say no though” she said as she started to take her jacket off

“yes we’re done. we’ve been fucking done. i originally thought that we could maybe stay friends but you’ve proven to me that clearly that can’t happen” i said to her. she didn’t reply but instead started to pull her dress up

“what the fuck are you doing?” i asked as i stood up

“you can’t just forget about everything we had satoru” she said as she tried to pull her dress over her head. i quickly walked over to her and pulled it back down, glancing at suguru’s bedroom door that was wide open still

“riko you’re drunk, stop it. you’re embarrassing yourself right now” i told her

“satoru please” she said, tears falling from her eyes. i sighed and walked over to suguru’s door to leave

“do you love her?” riko asked me as she wrapped her arms around my waist, stopping me from leaving the room

“let go of me” i said to her

“do you love her satoru?” she asked me again

“yes i do” i answered as i snatched her hands off of me

“so leave me the fuck alone riko” i said as i turned and looked at her before turning back around and walking to the stairs. haibara and shoko were walking up the stairs while holding hands, suguru and yuki following behind them

“hey we were looking for you. we had to walk these two up here to make sure they didn’t fall down on their way to the guest room” yuki said to me while laughing

“i went to suguru’s room to try and rest but riko followed me in there” i told her

“what’s up with that chick? she’s like obsessed with you” suguru said as he walked up to me as the 4 of them all made it to the top of the stairs. i was about to respond to him but i was distracted by feeling something hit my back

“you’re so cruel satoru!” riko yelled as she picked up one of suguru’s mini hallway decorations and threw it at me.

“are you fucking crazy?!” shoko shouted at riko

“what’s your problem?!” yuki yelled, also mad. i turned around and saw riko begin to pick up a book this time to throw at me. yuki immediately rushed over to her and slapped her across her face

“i want you out, NOW!” yuki yelled at her

“b-but yuki i-“

“OUT NOW!” yuki yelled again, not letting riko talk. suguru, haibara and i stood there in shock as yuki and shoko forced riko down the stairs

“shoko, you go with haibara to the guest room, it’s still his birthday, he’s suppose to be enjoying his night. i’m going to wait with riko outside until her uber get’s here” yuki said. i picked up the item that riko threw at me and went back into suguru’s room, falling back on his bed and tossing the item somewhere on his floor

“i’m way too drunk for all of this” i said to myself as i kept my face buried in the covers

“since you’re drunk, i’ll let you slide just this once for throwing my shit around” suguru said as he picked up the item i threw on the floor and put it back where it was supposed to go. he then came back into the room and closed the door. i closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep

“oh shit!” i yelled, sitting up and searching for my phone in my pockets

“what?” suguru asked as he sat down on his bed

“i forgot to text y/n back” i said. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on to text her back, seeing i had 2 messages from her. i started to type out a response but my phone died in the middle of my message

“fuck! my phone died” i said out loud, angry with myself for forgetting to respond

“relax satoru give it to me, i’ll put it on my charger” suguru said as he held his hand out, waiting for me to pass him my phone. i passed it to him and laid back on his bed as he put it on the charger

“she said goodnight because i wasn’t responding.. she’s probably mad at me now” i said as i covered my face with both of my hands

“or she’s just tired” suguru said while laughing

“where’s your phone? let me call her really quick” i said as i looked at him

“no, let her sleep satoru, you can talk to her in the morning” he said

“and don’t fall asleep in here. yuki’s sleeping over tonight, it’s been a while since we’ve been alone so i got some pent up stress” he added

“i’m not gonna fall asleep in here, and please, spare me the details of your sex life with yuki” i told him while laughing

“you didn’t spare me when i had to hear you having sex with my little sister” he said

“you can never leave me y/n, you’re mine” suguru said, repeating my words from that night to tease me

“it’s true, she’s mine” i told him

“what do you mean by that?” he asked me

“i won’t let anyone else have her” i said as i sat up, now making eye contact with him

“so what… you love her? or are you just sleeping with her and texting her because you’re bored?” he asked me, his face extremely serious as he waited for my answer

“of course i love her suguru. i love her so much, i can’t stop thinking about her. i would never use her for her body” i told him honestly. he didn’t say anything

“suguru i promise i’ll take care of her, i won’t ever hurt her” i said

“i’ll protect her and love her until she gets sick of me. even when she gets sick of me, i still won’t let her leave me” i added

“well if she’s sick of you, then you need to leave her alone, you stalker” suguru said, a small smile on his face. i laughed at his response

“so are you two dating?” he asked me

“nah, i didn’t want to ask her out without talking to you first, since i already slept with her behind your back.. well before you caught us” i truthfully told him

“i trust you satoru. i trust you more than anyone else in this entire world. i just didn’t want you dating y/n because i knew that if something happened between the two of you, things would never be the same between the 3 of us again. plus she’s my sister… most guys wouldn’t want their best friend banging their little sister…. with that being said, i know that you will take good care of her and protect her. you’ll be there for her whenever i can’t, and i trust you with her” he told me

“so, are you saying it’s okay for me to ask her to be my girlfriend?” i asked him, a smile making it’s way onto my face

“yes…but satoru if you hurt her or make her cry i swear to god-“

“i won’t, i promise!” i said excitedly. suguru laughed at my excitement

“even if i didn’t want you two to date, there’s no way i could keep you two apart. plus she’s head over heels in love with you, there’s no talking her out of loving you….even though choso came close to claiming her” suguru said, the smile on my face instantly disappearing

“don’t remind me” i said. suguru let out a loud laugh as he held his stomach from laughing so hard

“honestly, that day changed me forever. i think seeing her in bed with choso made me realize that you’re definitely the better choice” suguru said once he finally stopped laughing

“it took THAT to make you realize?” i asked him, annoyed

“unfortunately yes”

——— back to y/n’s pov———

“i added suguru, satoru, nanami, haibara, shoko, yuki, mei mei, utahime, and choso to the group chat” i told nobara as i sat down next to her on the couch

“okay great, so that makes me, you, mai, momo, miwa, ino, inumaki, yuji, megumi, kokichi, suguru, gojo, nanami, haibara, shoko, yuki, mei mei, utahime, and choso…. so 19 people total right?” nobara asked me as she looked over all of the contacts in the group chat

“yeah, sounds right to me. i don’t think we forgot anybody” i said

“okay let me send a text to the group chat then” she said

Vacation group chat:

nobara: hello everyone! for all of the people who don’t have my number saved, i’m nobara. i was just sending a quick text to let everyone know that we’re planning on leaving thursday afternoon, around 2pm. we’re meeting up at y/n’s house and then we’ll leave from her house and go straight to the hotel

yuji: how many cars are we taking?

mai: we only need like 2 cars tbh

me: i’ll take my car

ino: i’ll bring mine also

suguru: so ya’ll don’t need me to drive out there and pick anyone up?

me: no it’s okay!

megumi: i call dibs on riding with y/n. ino and nobara are gonna drive me crazy with the couple shit

yuji: me too!

choso: damn lil bro.. you still single?

yuji: shut up choso

nobara: first of all, we’re not annoying

me: okay so i got megumi and yuji, anyone else?

momo: mai and i will come with you

me: okay so then in ino’s car it’ll be nobara, ino, miwa and kokichi?

miwa: yeah sounds good to me

satoru <3: y/n why don’t you just stay at my house?

me: the hotel has an indoor pool and spa that’s why toru lol

yuji: and a buffet!

suguru: it’s my dad’s hotel satoru

satoru <3: ohhhh okay i see. i’ll stay there too then

yuki: that’s a good idea, we should all stay there together

utahime: i’m down with that

meimei: so how do you want to do the rooms?

shoko: 2 to a room? or 4 to a room?

haibara: lets do 2

nanami: of course he wants 2…

suguru: alright alright, we can do 2 and 4, who want’s a room with 2 beds?

choso: i don’t need 2 beds, i’ll share a bed with y/n, right y/n? ;)

yuji: ok… what the actual fuck are you talking about right now choso

satoru <3: he obviously wants to die

me: this is getting no where lmao

yuki: lets do this. suguru and i will share a room, y/n and satoru will share a room, haibara and shoko, nobara and ino, and miwa and kokichi. mei mei, choso, utahime and nanami can have their own rooms. momo, mai, yuji, megumi and inumaki can decide if they want to share rooms or have their own room

megumi: wait, so when you say 2 to a room or 4 to a room, do you mean a single bed and 2 people? or 2 separate beds with one person each? orrrr do you mean 2 separate beds with 2 people in each bed??

kokichi: that question literally just made my head hurt

ino: same

satoru <3: 2 people in one bed, and for 4 people to a room it’ll be 2 people in each bed. but if you want 2 to a room but 2 separate beds, that’s fine too

me: the beds in the rooms we’re getting are all king sized. dad already said he has things ready, he just wants to know how many rooms we’ll be needing

momo: i’ll share a room with maki

megumi: i want my own room

inumaki: me too

yuji: but i wanted to share a room with you guys :(

inumaki: oops

yuji: fine i’ll have my own room

me: okay so that’s like 13 different rooms right?

satoru <3: yeah that’s 13 rooms princess

suguru: please stop, i’m literally about to throw up

yuki: shut up suguru lmao. okay then it’s settled, see you guys on thursday!

nobara: i’m so excited!

“okay girl. i’m gonna go home and start packing my stuff” i told nobara as i stood up and grabbed my purse

“already? it’s only tuesday” she said

“i like to be prepared. i want to just get it out of the way” i said, a smile coming to my face

“don’t forget to pack the new swimsuits we bought. i want to match with you and the girls” she said as she walked me out to my car

“i will, don’t worry. bye” i said as i gave her a hug

“bye, love you. text me when you get home”

“love you too, and i will”

——— trip day———

“should we stop for snacks first?” yuji asked me while putting his suitcase in the trunk of my car

“it’s only like an hour away” i told him

“ 2 hours actually” he said matter of factly

“if you really think you’re going to starve to death in that little bit of time, then yes we can stop for snacks” i said, laughing at yuji

“yay thank you y/n you’re the best” he said happily as he gave me a hug

“okay we’re all loaded and ready. what about you guys?” nobara asked me as she walked over to my car

“i’m all done. megumi, momo and mai are already in the car. we’re gonna stop at a store really quick to grab some snacks first through” i told her as i closed my trunk

“okay we’ll follow you there and grab a few things as well” ino said

“okay cool”

“wow this is a nice hotel!” mai said as she looked at the building

“i’ve never been to this hotel before so this is my first time here too” i told her as i started taking all of our bags out of the trunk

“satoru said that they’re parking already” i told everyone. they said okay and continued grabbing their belongings

“hi everyone!” we all turned around and saw yuki running towards us with a big smile on her face. she gave me a big hug before she turned to my friends

“nice to meet all of you! i’m yuki” she said to everyone except nobara, megumi and yuji, as they already know her

“nice to meet you!” they all said. a couple of seconds later, suguru came up to us with satoru and everyone else following behind him

“your bag is extremely heavy babe, what did you even pack in here?” suguru said to yuki as he carried both of their luggage

“all of my essentials” she said, giggling

“hey babygirl” satoru said as he came up to me. i immediately gave him a hug

“hi toru, i missed you so much” i said. he laughed and kissed me on the top of my head

“i missed you more”

“okay so lets introduce everyone” utahime said. i let go of satoru and faced everyone again

“you’ve all already met satoru, shoko and suguru. this is yuki, she’s suguru’s girlfriend. and then we have mei mei, utahime, nanami, choso and haibara” i said, introducing suguru’s friends to mine

“this is nobara, megumi, yuji, momo, mai, ino, miwa, kokichi, and inumaki” i said, making sure to introduce everyone to everybody

“yuji? so you’re choso’s little brother?” haibara asked yuji

“yeah, i know we don’t look alike” yuji said jokingly

“hey shoko!” i said to shoko as i gave her a hug

“okay let’s get inside! i’m excited to see the rooms” nobara said excitedly

“right! lets go” i said, agreeing with her. i turned around to pick up my luggage but saw that satoru was already holding it and standing by suguru talking about something. i turned back to nobara and saw that she also didn’t have her luggage as ino was holding it for her. we locked arms with each other and started walking towards the hotel. once we were inside of the hotel, we checked in and got our key cards

“i’ve never stayed in a suite room before” inumaki said as we got into the elevator

“really?” i asked him, shocked

“really. i’ve never really felt like spending the extra money for it” he said as he shrugged his shoulders

“understandable. but now you’re on vacation so enjoy the room!” i told him as i smiled. once we reached our floor we waited in the hallway for satoru and the others to come up, as all 19 of us couldn’t fit in the elevator with all of our bags and suitcases. once everyone was in the hallway, we began to look for our rooms

“our room number is 444” i told satoru as he walked behind me. he nodded his head okay and continued to follow me to the room

“wait.. are we going the right way?” i asked him as i stopped walking and looked at the key card again before looking at the doors next to where we were standing. satoru continued walking straight

“yes it’s this way” he said

“wait how do you know? have you been here before?” i asked him as i ran to catch up with him. he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke

“no. i’m looking at the room numbers” he said. i decided to stop asking questions and to follow him. once we made it down the end of the hallway we turned to the right and walked a few steps down the connecting hallway

“oh it’s right here toru!” i told him excitedly. he laughed at my reaction

“open the door then baby”

i quickly put the key card against the door scanner and waited until the door unlocked. once it was open i pushed the door open and walked in before stopping in my tracks

“toru… omg… i think they gave us the wrong room” i said, panicking

“why do you think that?” he asked. i pointed down at the floor

“look!” i said to him. on the floor was rose petals leading further into the room and there were candles lit following the roses

“it’s probably a marriage proposal toru” i said

“well let’s walk in first to make sure” he said as he lightly pushed me fully into the dark, candle lit room. i nodded my head okay and took a step before stopping again. satoru closed the door and put our suitcases down on the floor

“i want to record this to show the girls. i can’t believe they gave us the wrong room” i told satoru as i took out my phone, turning on the flash and starting to record. satoru only laughed at me, deciding to stay quiet

“i won’t touch anything, i just want to take a quick peak.. say hi to the camera toru” i said to him as i turned the camera around to show him

“hiii… actually i want to record too” he said as he took out his phone. he turned on his phone and pointed at me

“here we have y/n who’s recording someone else’s marriage proposal… say hi baby” satoru said while laughing

“hey y’all ” i said, laughing with him

“okay, start walking so we can see the room” satoru said. i turned back around and started following the rose petals, making sure to record everything

“this is so beautiful. i feel bad for looking” i said to satoru who just laughed. i continued to follow the roses into the huge suite. the roses led me to the huge king sized bed. there was roses on the bed and at least 20 heart shaped balloons floating around the bed. on the wall behind the bed there were balloons that read out the words ‘will you be my girlfriend?’. i walked up to the bed and looked closer. on the bed there were a bunch of different pictures of satoru and i from over the years, some of when we were still kids and even new ones from my graduation and me sleeping after he slept in my bed. there was a giant teddy bear that had my name stitched on it and a huge box of chocolate covered strawberries. tears were falling down my face as i looked at everything

“t-toru” i stuttered, trying to speak through my crying. satoru smiled at me as he put his phone down. he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist

“i’ve never met someone like you in my entire life y/n. you’ve been there since the beginning. we’ve watched each other grow up, helped each other grow up. you mean so much to me y/n, i can’t live without you.. i tried and i almost lost my mind in the process. i love you so much… i’ve been in love with you for so long now, but i’ve been trying to swallow those feelings, i can’t keep them away anymore. i promise to love and cherish you forever and ever y/n, protect you and bring you nothing but happiness. you’re the girl i want to spend the rest of my life with, start a family with, and grow old and die with. would you please do me the honor of allowing me to be your boyfriend?” satoru said. i stared at his beautiful blue eyes, my mouth slightly open in disbelief. i feel like i’ve waited my entire life for this moment right here, i felt like i was dreaming

“yes satoru, of course i’ll be your girlfriend!” i said excitedly. he smiled at me before kissing me and spinning me around in a circle

“she said yes!” he yelled and started laughing. i opened my mouth to say something but didn’t get the chance to speak because our room door opened and all of our friends came rushing in cheering, even my parents came in

“what the… what’s going on?” i asked, laughing at them, still trying to wipe some of my tears off of my face

“congratulations y/n! i’m so happy for you!” shoko yelled as she hugged me

“wait.. so all of you guys knew? even mom and dad?” i asked, shocked. everyone laughed at me

“not everyone, satoru called me after you first told him about the trip. he wanted this room in particular because it was the biggest and has a nice view, and then he proceeded to talk about setting up a surprise proposal” my dad said

“and so i got involved! satoru and i started planning everything. i found every picture i’ve ever taken of you both and sent them all to him and made sure to keep you distracted enough so you wouldn’t suspect anything” my mom told me

“and then suguru, shoko, satoru and i all came here last night and prepared the room for you!”” yuki said to me as she ran up and gave me a hug

“satoru came back like an hour ago though to light all of the candles and to make sure everything looked perfect” suguru said, a smile on his face

“suguru just now told the rest of us like 10 minutes ago once we started walking towards our rooms” nobara said. my eyes started to water again

“you.. i… all of this for me?” i asked, turning to satoru again

“of course! you deserve the world y/n” he said as he kissed me on my forehead

“you’re going to have to go all out for your wedding proposal now after this” shoko said which made everyone start to laugh

“thank you all so much. i love all of you!” i said happily

“ i’m so happy for you little sis, you deserve it” suguru said as he walked over to me and gave me a hug. i hugged him back tightly. while we were hugging, a bright flash lit up the room. we turned around and saw our mom taking a picture of us

“aww look at our babies honey” my mom said to my dad, holding back tears herself

“well… while we have everybody here and happy… i have an announcement to make” yuki said. everyone turned to look at her as she walked over to suguru and grabbed his hand. they looked at all of us before suguru pulled a small photo out of his wallet and held it up for everyone to see

“i’m pregnant!” yuki said excitedly. nobara and i screamed at the top of our lungs as my mom started crying tears of joy

“OMG OMG REALLY?”

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

“I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDAD!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GOD DAD!”

“i’m the god mother of course” we all stopped yelling in excitement and laughed at shoko’s comment, as she was the only one who didn’t scream

“i never said you were the god dad satoru” suguru said to satoru while laughing

“bro, you told me before you told anyone else… i’m definitely the god dad” satoru replied

“wait you told him before me?” i asked suguru

“i was shocked and scared, i needed to talk to a guy” suguru said, still laughing

“and you!” i said, turning around to face yuki

“why didn’t you tell me?” i asked her

“i wanted to surprise you. shoko only knew because she was in the bathroom with me when i took the test” yuki said. i smiled and ran over to hug her

“i’m so happy for you yuki.. really” i said to her as she hugged me back. we all stayed in my hotel room for a little while longer before everyone decided to start heading out

“let’s all meet at the buffet around 6 for dinner… until then, everyone can do whatever” nobara said. everyone agreed and started leaving to their rooms

“okay honey, we’re going back home… enjoy your vacation” my mom said as she gave me and satoru a hug, my dad hugging us right after

“we will, thank you both again for everything. i love you” i said to them before they left. i turned back to satoru and jumped on him, giving him a passionate kiss

“i love you so much satoru gojo” he wrapped his arms around me and started giving me little kisses all around my face

“i love you more princess” he let go of my waist and walked over to the balcony window and opened the curtains

“now we can get some natural light in here, and you can look at the gifts i got you” he said as he walked over to the bed and sat down

“wait, stay right there, i want to take a picture of everything first” i told him as i took my phone out. i backed up as far as i needed to and took 3 different pictures just in case

“okay, your turn. go sit” satoru said as he stood up. i ran over to the bed and sat down. i grabbed the giant teddy bear and hugged it while i looked at satoru’s camera and posed. he kept snapping a bunch of photo’s

“okay toru that’s enough” i said giggling and covering my face

“you just look so good, i can’t help myself” he said, smiling as me as he sat down on the bed with me. i picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries and fed one to satoru before eating one myself

“these taste really good, thank you so much toru” i said, grabbing another one. satoru just smiled at me, lifting his phone up and taking another picture of me

“stop it!” i said, laughing while trying to grab his phone

“okay okay that was the last one i promise!” he said as he put his phone on the dresser. i picked up the box of strawberries and placed them on the table we had in the room. i then walked back over to the bed and picked up the teddy bear and all of the pictures of satoru and i that was on the bed and placed it on the chair by the table

“you’re getting ready to take a nap or something?” satoru asked me. i didn’t respond to him, i sat down on the bed and looked at him, my eyes slowly trailing down his body before back at his eyes

“take your pants off” i told him. he looked at me, his face in complete shock before he erupted in a fit of laughter

“you’re so cute when you’re trying to be dominant” he said, still laughing

“just take them off” i whined, pulling on the strings of his grey sweats

“if you want them off, then take them off yourself” satoru suddenly said. i looked at him and saw that his once funny mood was gone and replaced by lust. he stared at me, waiting for my next move. i reached for the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. satoru slightly lifted himself off of the bed so i could pull them down. once i had his sweats off and on the floor i looked at his underwear, his bulge becoming harder by the second

“i’ll let you be in control just this once babygirl” satoru said, a small smile on his face. i started to slowly massage his dick through his underwear. satoru let out a low moan and i turned my attention back on him. he had his eyes closed, his right hand running up and down my thigh in an encouraging way. i stopped my movements and stood up, quickly taking off my clothes. satoru sat up and watched me take my clothes off as he started touching himself

“take the rest of your clothes off” i told him. he listened this time, taking off his shirt and his underwear. i climbed on top of him and looked down at him

“you look so pretty right now y/n” he told me. i smiled and kissed him. he reached down and grabbed his dick, holding it tightly as he rubbed the tip against my pussy. the sudden contact made me moan

“fuck, you’re so wet” satoru groaned

“sit on my face” he said, letting go of his dick and placing his hands on my hips

“ i thought i was in control today?” i said playfully

“maybe next time princess” he said with a smirk

“sit on my face. now” he repeated. i hesitated, a bit nervous

“but i-“

“y/n” the tone of satoru’s voice made me realize he wasn’t about to listen to any excuses i was about to make. satoru moved down on the bed and i slowly crawled up until his head was in between my legs

“toru i’m nervous” i told him honestly

“nervous about what? i’m going to take good care of you don’t worry” he told me as he hooked each of his arms around my thighs so i couldn’t move

“but what if i lose my balance and fall, smothering you? you wouldn’t be able to brea-“ satoru ran his tongue in between my folds making my words get caught in my throat

“s-satoru!” i yelled out, one of my hands instinctively reaching for his hair while my other hand was pressed against the wall to hold myself up

“i got you baby, don’t worry” he said. he kissed my clit, his tongue coming out shortly after and circling it. after sucking on my clit for a little, he let go and ran this tongue up and down my pussy repeatedly

“satoru! satoru, i.. it feels….” i moaned, my words trailing off. he continued to eat me out. his tongue stopped at my hole and he looked up at me as he slowly pushed his tongue inside of me

“oh shitttt… fuck satoru” i closed my eyes tightly, satoru started tongue fucking me. i started to slightly lift myself up, grinding and moving against his tongue. i began to grind harder against him, letting go of the wall and putting both of my hands in his hair as i started grinding against his face, forgetting about trying not to smother him

“i’m about to cum toru!” i said. i opened my eyes and looked down at him to see him still looking at me. he didn’t say anything and instead allowed me to continue to ride his face. i came after a few more thrusts of his tongue. i tried to get off of satoru while i came but he held me down tightly and continued to push his tongue inside of me

“toru” i whined once it started to become too much for me. he finally let me go and i sat next to him on the bed and looked at him as i tried to catch my breathe

“that was fucking amazing. you looked so sexy” he told me as he smiled

“come here” i said, smiling back at him. satoru hovered on top of me and kissed me. i wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his dick, rubbing his tip against my clit. satoru moaned into our kiss. i lined him up with my entrance and tried to push him in but satoru broke the kiss and grabbed my hand

“what’s the matter?” i asked him

“i have to get the condom’s out of my suitcase first. i brought some just in case” he told me

“i don’t want to use any condoms” i said, speaking purely out of lust and desire

“y/n, that’s very irresponsible of you” satoru said, a small chuckle following after as he sat up

“seriously though, if you’re going to keep asking me to have sex with you without a condom then you have to be mentally prepared to become a mom y/n” he told me

“i am ready, i’ll have all of your kids toru” i said as i sat up next to him

“i’m serious y/n, you’re only 18… you haven’t even lived life yet. it would be different if you got pregnant on accident, but i would rather use protection than not use it for no reason” satoru said as he stood up and walked over to his suitcase. unzipping the front part and taking out a box of condoms. i looked down at the bed. he’s right, he’s absolutely right

“so… you don’t want to have a baby with me? that’s what you mean?” i asked him, my insecurities slowly coming back. i watched as satoru opened the condom and put it on himself

“y/n, that’s not what i’m saying. i’m just saying that there’s still many things i want to do with you and experience with you before we settle down and have a kid. because trust me… you’ll end up pregnant for sure. i was barely able to pull out the last time we had sex, it literally took everything in me to pull out of you” he said as he got back on top of me

“when i look at your face when i’m about to come, my mind goes ‘maybe one or two kids right now wouldn’t be so bad’ and i start to lose the strength to pull out” he added as he kissed my forehead. i smiled and pulled him down to kiss him on his lips

“are we good to continue?” he asked me

“yes toru please fuck me already” i said, laughing. he wasted no time, he slowly pushed his way into me. i held on to his arm, the feeling still hurting since we’ve only had sex once. once he was fully inside of me he didn’t give me a chance to get used to his size this time, he immediately pulled out before thrusting inside of me again

“toru!” i moaned out in pain and pleasure. his pace quickened. he wrapped his arms underneath my body and held onto me. i closed my eyes, my nails digging into satoru’s shoulders

“you feel even tighter than the last time” satoru said, he continued to thrust into me until he suddenly pulled out

“why’d you stop?” i asked him, now feeling empty without him inside of me

“turn around” he said. i shook my head no

“i want to be able to see your face while we fuck toru” i whined

“you’ll see my face still i promise… now turn around baby” satoru said, a smirk growing on his face. i gave in and turned around, getting on my hands and knees. satoru moved closer to me, his dick resting on the curve of my ass. he started gently rubbing on my ass, a low groan coming out of his mouth

“you look so sexy like this” he muttered. he straightened his posture and placed both of his hands on my back, gently pushing it down

“arch your back baby” he said, softly laughing at my inexperience

“stop, don’t laugh… I’m still learning” i said, also laughing

“it’s okay babygirl, i’ll teach you everything you need to know, no man other than me will ever see you like this anyway” he said as he lined his tip with my entrance, i spread my legs and tried to arch lower

“oh yeah? what if i want to experience having sex with another guy? i mean it’s only fair, you’ve had sex with other girls before” i said, trying to see what satoru would say. i waited for his response, but he stayed silent. my heart started to race, i was kidding, there’s no way he thinks i actually want to have sex with another guy. i opened my mouth to say something but right at that moment, satoru abruptly pushed himself into me. the force of his thrust jerked my entire body forward, if it wasn’t for the tight grip satoru had on my hips i would have lost my balance for sure

“w-wait satoru… fuck… it’s too much” i cried out. satoru was so deep that it brought tears to my eyes. he remained silent, speeding up his thrusts instead

“satoru! oh my gosh” i moaned , my eyes rolled to the back of my head. satoru let go of my hips and grabbed both of my arms. he pulled me up against his chest, holding both of my arms behind my back with one hand and his other hand wrapping around my neck

“take it back” he said in my ear, his hips continuing to snap against me. i slightly turned my head and looked at him

“w-what?” i asked, tears still running down my face and my mind slowly going blank from how deep he was in me

“you’re mine and only mine. only i can fuck you” he said, his eyes looking right into mine

“toru” i moaned, the whole situation turning me on even more. satoru let go of my arms and neck and placed his hands back on my hips as i fell forward, using my arms to support me. he started roughly thrusting into me

“shittt” he moaned out. his thrusts were too much for me to handle, i started slowly sliding down onto my stomach, each thrust pushing me down further and further until i was laying flat on my stomach, satoru didn’t stop his thrusts though

“s-satoru, i’m cu-“

“take it back” he said, his thrusts slowing down until he stopped moving

“i was just kidding satoru i swear”

“i don’t like when you play around like that” satoru said

“i only want to fuck you toru” i told him. he leaned down and buried his face in the side of my neck, his thrusts starting back up

“good, cause only i can fuck you like this” he said. he sat back up and picked his pace up, his hips now rolling into mine

“only i can make you feel like this, make you cry out in pleasure , make love to you” he continued, his hands pushing down against my hips. i kept my face against the pillows, screaming out at how deep he was in me

“and only you can make me feel like this” he said, his thrust starting to become slightly sloppy

“satoru!-“

“me too babygirl” he said. satoru thrusted into me a few more times before i came, a silent cry leaving my body as i tightly gripped onto the bed sheets

“fuck fuck fuckkkk” satoru moaned out as he came, his head thrown back and his dick still sliding in and out of me. once satoru came back down from his high, he carefully slid out of me and took off the condom, getting up and throwing it in the trash. i kept my face in the pillows, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breathe

“hey, are you okay?” satoru asked me as he laid down next to me, moving the pillows so he could see my face

“yeah i’m fine, that was just an intense orgasm” i told him, a smile making it’s way to my face. satoru pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my body as he pulled the blankets over our bodies

“i love you so much y/n” he told me. i looked up at him and saw that he was already looking down at me

“my heart was beating so fast when i was asking you to be my girlfriend. i was so nervous” he said, a cute smile on his face

“i love you more satoru, thank you for making me your girlfriend, this is the best day of my life” i said. he smiled at me and gave me a kiss

we both fell asleep shortly after

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hello readers! i decided to give y’all one last smut before i ended the story. i’m thinking about doing one last final chapter, like a chapter based on a huge time skip before i completely end this story. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter.. thanks for reading, byeeee!

[wayfayrr]

aaaaaaahhh all i can think of is like- most isekai fics I've seen for some reason [i mean understandably] the reader is wearing their pajamas, but after visiting the modern world they can finally show the chain what they actually like wearing, [i can see this going in so many ways, depending on who is reacting, and especially depending on what aesthetic the reader likes to dress in. for the sake of the request ill keep it as dark academia, cause i love it so muchhhh [not so much in the summer, but i make it work lol] with time? [just imagining reader with a tie and just wearing business casual w a trenchcoat frrrrrrrr- might draw this kind of thing and send it to you lol]

Anon I hope you know this ask had me in an absolute chokehold. OUJDFNBJNF ✨I LIVE FOR DARK ACADEMIA AESTHETICS!!!✨ My trenchcoat is one of my favourite things I own. So I get your pain in summer as well 🥹

“Hey Time, have you seen Wild anywhere? He borrowed my laptop and I really need it back.”

“I haven’t sorry [nam]-... Is that what you wear normally? You look incredible.”

“Pretty much, yeah? Why, is there an issue with it?”

Time’s blushing. Is what I’m wearing really that impressive because I know he’s not blushing over what I’m wearing being revealing. A trenchcoat that goes down to my calves with the rest of my clothes? Does he just think I’m attractive or something? 

“No, no issue. You look good in it, it’s just very different to what you arrived in Hyrule wearing.”

“I know, like I said then those were my pyjamas. These are my casual clothes.”

Well, his blush has only gotten worse from that, so he is clearly struggling with how my clothes look on me. Dark academia doesn’t exist in Hyrule I know that, but really he’s struggling far more than anyone else has with my fashion sense. 

“Do you think you could help me choose some clothes like that? I’d like to match wit.. I think that style would suit me.”

“If you’d like, we can go shopping for you later. After I get my laptop back and finish off this report I have due.”

Laughing at how he's stumbling over himself to ask me these questions simply isn't an option, no matter how hard it is to hold myself back. He's asking so genuinely and so sweetly and who knows maybe getting some new clothes could help him adjust to this world more easily, I mean it certainly helped me when I was in Hyrule. How different could it be for time?

It didn't take too long to find wild after talking to time, and even less to finish off the work I had to do, now it’s just down to taking time shopping.

“So you want to look like you belong with a shot of espresso in an artisanal coffee shop while writing a research paper?”

“I only know what half of those words mean [name.], even less with how you’re using them.”

“Right, sorry. I’m still getting used to all of the differences in our cultures. Hopefully, you’ll get more used to the terms we use here sooner rather than later. Ready to go out though?”

“I am, it’ll be nice to get some new clothes. Not that I’m complaining about the excuse to wear yours.”

The nearest place that sells things like these isn’t exactly the closest to where I live, making it the perfect opportunity to adjust Time to my world’s transport. Well, more than he’s already seen anyway. Actually, now that I’m thinking about this, what size clothing even is he? Not that it’s an issue but not knowing a vague size is gonna mean he’s going to have to try on a lot of different fits. Then finding the right colours for him is a whole different challenge… And we’re already here… Time to find out the answers to those questions of mine.

“Where would you like to start?”

“A coat exactly like yours perhaps?”

“I don’t see why not. Any colour in mind or just the same style?”

A shrug was NOT what I wanted as an answer, but he does know what he wants which means that I’ve got somewhere to start. Trench Coats are somewhat pricey but with how some of the others are chipping in towards living costs now there’s no issue with spending out occasionally. He seems to be gravitating more towards things that are similar to mine, isn’t that charming? He sees something he likes on me then decides that’s what he wants for himself hopefully, he just stays away from the expensive ones. 

“You ready to try those on then, old man?”

“Just a moment more love, I can’t find quite the right colour yet.”

He just… How red is my face right now? It has to be crimson, doesn’t it? That’s the first time Time’s ever called me something like that naturally it’s when he’s looking at clothes like my own, is he trying to kill me with his charms?

[nemo-in-wonderland]

You know what?

While drinking my coffee just now, I was brainstorming between myself and myself regarding my own OC for Gale, and while I have *finally* a general idea of how I want her to look (palette is ready to go and also the general vibes to her)and about her personality ("A Tranquil Mischief"- I basically decided to make her Puck to her Archfey Patron Titania), when I was working on which class would she be, I was leaning to a multiclass Bard/Warlock.

But then I thought, "You have Aranea as a warlock already, are you really going for another one?"

(not even my own brain can tell me what I cannot do. I would do it out of spite, just because lol)

To which I replied to myself: "I can and I will. And you know what, I will retcon Aranea's original warlock concept, and so Gale's love is going to be a freaking Archfey Warlock - because fml it suits her mischievous personality to a T. Like, blame the fact that yesterday night I was rereading "Changeling: The Dreaming" for inspiration for something else entirely, and this morning my brain just connected everything together.

SO YEAH.

I have *finally* a concept to start building on, so now we will see where this will lead and if I will finally have an OC that sticks for Gale (I need to have an oc cuddling him fml. I need. it's a physical need at this point).

Also also, I haven't forgotten about my own Azriel and Asra, absolutely not! For Asra, I am going to pair her up with Rolan (because my no-nonsense druid can and will match his pompous energy to a T, and will bring him down to Earth when the Hubris starts flying too high). I can see them butting heads like there is no tomorrow, and EVERYONE can see that they really like each other, but they will deny this to the end of the Earth and back.

Azriel, instead is a mystery. While I want my swashbuckling tiefling to run around Faerun (because honestly, her whole design appeals to me on a whole other level) I am still pondering on HOW to use her, and part of me was actually thinking to reconnect her to be the youngest daughter of Mephisto and Aranea, born much later in life and that wants NOTHING to do with her Hellions family (which is something that is actually solidifying more and more in my mind tbh).

SO YES.

here you have your morning bulletin on what's going on in Nemo's mind before and while drinking coffee lolol

Now, if you will excuse me, I will fix myself some breakfast and doodle a bit while I am at it, because I will soon need my second coffee and I cannot do that with an empty stomach lolol

--Nemo

[that-one-anxious-mango]

Summary: A old friend of Austin's and a little green eyed monster decide to fourth wheel on a date. Contents: Mild Angst. Jealous reader. Fluffy ending. Mentions and allusions to sex. A/N: Hello my lovelies and those of us still here lol. I've missed you and I hope you enjoy this installment of DOOL.

Paring: Austin Butler x Black Reader

P.S Everyone feel free to comment, send more prompts, and reblog! Much Love *hugs* Tags: @purejasmine, @wacoshuffle, @lousiejoy86

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“ You do know that it's my turn to pick the movie tonight, right? “ Austin reminded and took a sip of his coffee while walking along the sidewalk.

Face frowning you said, “ Are you sure? Because I’m almost positive that it was your turn last? Didn’t we watch some Chris Nolan movie? I think the new one with Denzel Washington’s son, right?” You recall,  looking around at the rest of the people passing by.

Austin’s lips upturned in amusement, “ Nope. That was the time before, baby. And, yes, the movie was called Tenet. You’d remember that had you not fallen asleep the first twenty minutes of the movie and made me watch it by myself.” 

Blushing at the way he called you out, you attempted to defend yourself, “ First off, I didn’t remember the name of it because,  I just simply  didn’t remember the name of it. “ You sassed making Austin laugh.

“ And second, it wasn’t like I fell asleep on purpose. I was TIRED. “ You threw up the hand that was holding your chai tea, “ Plus, as I recall, buddy. The reason I was so tired that night in the first place was because YOU decided to break my back in like a glowstick prior to the movie! And then had the audacity to expect me to stay awake. PSSH.” You blew air.

By now Austin was laughing and blushing at your comeback while remembering all too well how he had bent you over the arm of your living room couch the moment he’d walked in, and did in-fact break your back in like a glowstick.

“ Okay, Alright. I..guess…that time was understandable because I did wear your little ass out beforehand.” He said, making you roll your eyes at his cocky nature, “ BUT! What’s your excuse for all the other times you’ve fallen asleep on my movies, because I don’t always put it on you before we watch them.” He fired out.

Grinning because you knew he’d sorta had gotten you caught now, you resorted to doing the only thing you could think of to shift the heat away from you, “ So, are you going to attempt to crack my back in before the movie tonight, or will you give me a fighting chance to stay awake? ” You flirted and purposely batted your eyelashes at him.

Feeling apart of him jump at your question, Austin remained cool with his answer shrugging, “ Don’t know. It’ll depend on how I feel after seeing you bent over and twisted up after this yoga class.” He responded, shooting you a look. “ Plus don’t try and change the subject, baby. I’m picking.”

Heat began to pool at the surface of your cheeks, but they soon cooled down at the reminder of what you were about to do. Adjusting the mat stuck under your side you asked, “ Speaking of this yoga class, how intense is this about to be? Cause I’m rusty.“ 

Squeezing your hand in reassurance he brought it up to place a kiss to it, “ I signed us up for the intermediate, babe. So it’s just standard. I know you said you’d taken a couple of classes with Alex. So I thought starting at the normal pace would be good, okay.”  He looked at your face and saw a little bit of the worry fade, but he still knew you wouldn’t be 100% sure until you actually got in the class and saw for yourself.  

“ You just gotta trust me, babe. It’ll be okay. Okay? “ 

Hesitant, you nodded, “ Okay.” 

“  Yeah? “ He smiled, infecting you with his excitement when you could feel a mirroring one appear on your face. 

“ Yeah, Okay.” 

—

Once inside the yoga studio, Austin walked you around a little bit,  giving you a mini tour and pointing out little things of interest. 

This particular yoga studio was one he’d been coming to for a long time since he’d moved to LA. 

Looking around you tried your hardest to pay attention to the things your boyfriend was referring to when it came to the interior and the history behind certain figurines and patterns splashed against the wall. But, instead you unfortunately focused on gazing at the other women who too moved throughout the place.

Most of them were slimmer than you and were proudly showing off their yoga and pilates acquired abs by wearing super tight, expensive and shapely athleisure wear. Their pony tails wagged in the wind or claw clips bounced as they walked. All in all the majority of them looked like they either frequented the place or were naturally accustomed to climates like this. 

Unlike you, who felt like the sore thumb that was sticking out with your mini twists in a bun, black loose fitting Aaliyah shirt, black- white trimmed sweatpants, and a decent pair of older running NIKEs you forgot you’d had. 

Too busy caught up playing the comparison game, you were pulled away by the voice of Austin repeatedly alerting you that you’d reached your designated room. 

Entering, you took in the aura of the dimmed room of people, the smell of sandalwood wafting in the air, the cool chill of the perfectly air conditioned space.. Most of all though, you took in the way that one particular girl was eyeing you up and down as you let Austin lead to a spot in the middle left of the room.

Still hand and hand Austin guided you to where your reserved spot was while you continued to hold eye contact with the girl ever so often.

Stopping, Austin motioned to the floor with a smile and you dropped your mat to the floor.

The both of you crouched down next to each other, and you noticed how at ease the movement was for your boyfriend. All the recent training for Elvis had proven to make him quite flexible and mobile.

And you decided to tease him about it, “ Got them Megan Knees, babe. I see how fast you dropped it low. Real hot boy shit.”

Bashful and laughing at your antics, Austin playfully swatted at you, “ Shut it, and pay attention, you goof.” 

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to help you unroll your mat properly before a voice could be heard from behind you two.

“  Austin? Austin Bulter? Is that you?” It questioned.

Standing straight up and whirling around to see who it was, you were met with the woman who had in-fact been assessing you from across the room earlier when you’d arrived.

Up close now you could take her in better.

She was a petite woman with a sun kissed tan and thick black hair that spilled into a nice long ponytail. To the eye she looked to be nicely in shape and wore a black lulu lemon set that showed it off. 

Freckles adored her face and it could be seen that she had an array of tattoos scattered across her skin. Including a black makeup brush on her index finger that she was currently using to point at your boyfriend. 

“ I knew that was you.” She raved immediately going in for a hug. “ God! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you around. Where have you been? “ 

Austin looked to happily reciprocate the unexpected meeting by giving her a couple of pats on the back and pulling away with a somber smile.

“ Mack. What a surprise. Didn't expect to run into you here. You're back taking classes I see.” Austin noted. “ And I’ve been around. Working mostly and prepping for this new project. How about you? Staying busy? “ 

“ Oh man! That’s so dope. I had heard the news that you were playing King Creole himself but hadn’t gotten the chance to congratulate you. Don’t think I have your number anymore. 

But after a client from the set of my new gig reminded me of this place I decided to give yoga another shot. Though I started at another studio but then once she mentioned this one, I remembered it from when we used to come here.” She explained motioning to the matching black mat in hand. 

At the last statement you could feel your ears perk at the end part.

When we used to come here? As in her and Austin? 

Then your mind quickly drifted off to another lingering question that made you feel a bit queasy. 

Did they used to date? 

Feeling a bit small in the moment you decided to sneakily put some distance between Austin and yourself and instead chose to wrap your arms around your torso as a way of grounding.

“ Yeahhhh…” Austin dragged, “ Wow that’s cool. Glad you're enjoying yourself. I know this wasn’t always your first choice of hobby. But I’m glad you're giving it another chance.” He nodded.

“ Me too.”  Mack replied before focusing her attention directly to you, brightly smiling, “ And who might we have here? Someone else you're trying to convert to the dark arts of the zen life.“ She questioned.

Looking between you and Mack, Austin went to grab your hand that he thought would still be by his side, but slightly frowned to see your new position.

Quickly shaking it off he introduced you, “ I’m sorry. I’m being rude. Mack this is Y/N, my girlfriend. And Y/N this is Mack, an old friend of mine from when we worked on the same set a couple years back.” 

Putting on a level smile you reached out your hand for her to shake and took note of the very firm grip she had and how hard she shook it.

“ Awe, that's so sweet. I like that name! Y/N, very different. Nice to meet you! I just know this guy is treating you well. He treats everyone well.” She informed while never getting rid of the grin on her face. “ You excited about the class? “ 

Noticing the little hint to her voice at one comment, you began to feel super uncomfortable. 

Even still,  you tried your best to fake a smile and continue being cordial, “ That he does And yes, I’m pretty excited.” 

“ Good.” She nodded, “ I’m sure the saint here will teach you everything he knows. Awesome teacher.” 

“ Yeah, I-uh do my best. Definitely no saint though.” Austin interjected and rallied small laughs from around the poorly formed triangle. “ Barely know what I’m doing half the time myself. Just kinda go with it.” 

“ Could’ve fooled me.” Mack responded while looking at Austin with a tinge of something that anyone could have mistaken for flirting. 

When you looked at Austin with slightly raised eyebrows you could tell he was trying his best to end the conversation here since he’d maybe picked up too on some of the hints Mack was throwing out, “Hmm, but uh..it was good seeing you Mack. I hate that we couldn't catch up longer but I think the class is about to start and I need to get this one all set up.” He pushed, moving to wrap an arm around you.

He felt how you were a little rigid against his touch, and right there he could tell you were upset.

“  That’s cool. Oh, you’ll love it, Y/N “ Mack paused and then motioned to the little open space next to Austin’s mat. ”Is anyone set up next to you guys? Mind if I join?” 

Biting the inside of your cheek in agitation and looking to Austin with almost pleading eyes, you hoped to God he had an answer to give her in an attempt to make her go away.

 Looking between you and her in indecision he went, “ Go for it.”

“ Sick.” She nodded, dropping her mat to the floor. 

Looking on in disbelief, you weren’t sure if you should wait for an impractical joker to appear or keep going with the charade because you were almost positive you were about to be punked. 

Watching as she giggled and laughed with your boyfriend while unrolling her ALO mat, you pretended to be invested in the practice of setting up your own mat and then pre-stretches. When really you were working overtime to contain the feelings of anxiety and jealousy pitting within your chest.

Austin had just finished laughing at something the woman said before he turned to you, “ You got it babe, do you need me to help you? “ 

Not bothering to make eye contact, you simply responded, “ I’m good. I got it.” 

Hearing the very thin but still noticeable ice in your voice he moved to ask again, “ You sure. Because I c- ” 

“ I said I got it. Austin. Thanks, though.” You turned to stretch out your leg.

Skeptical but not getting another chance to ask, a bell chimed throughout the room which you could only assume was the signal that class had begun. 

Begrudgingly turning your attention to the instructor, you prepared yourself for the next hour and a half ahead of you.

And oh boy! What a hour and a half it was!

From Mack and Austin conversating beside you about memories and things from a time before you, to Mack whisper shouting over to you about certain positions she knew and how the class had changed, Austin each time politely nodding followed with a shush. 

Still Mack also formed a habit of engaging in giving you “ friendly critiquing “ .

“ Oh honey is that as far as you can go. You need to be a little lower than that for this one.” 

“ That looks good, Y/N. Maybe just try easing into the next pose a little lighter.”

“ Good form. Just remember to keep that tummy pushed in.” 

“ Awe Aus. She is such a newbie. So cute.” 

With these statements each time you had to remind yourself that, 1) This was supposed to be peaceful and if you blocked her out, maybe you could find some zen. And 2) You had to remember that this seemed like something important to Aus for you to try. So you were. Trying.

Trying to not collect your things and sashay out of the building to the closest Shake Shack in range, you continued to muddle through the rest of the class and let your loose running thoughts consume you. 

By the end of the class after enduring the awkwardness of Mack mixed with the feeling of frustration and embarrassment at not being able to stick some of the poses. 

You could tell you were about to leave feeling more wired than when you came in.

As everyone began wrapping up their mats and Mack had begun chitter chatting away to a clearly annoyed Austin, you took it as an opportunity to quickly gather your things and usher yourself out the room by swiftly telling Austin that you were hot and needed some air so you’d meet him outside of the building.

He didn’t have a chance to protest or for Mack to say her goodbyes as you Sonic the Hedge Hog’d your way out of the room. 

Upon painstakingly talking to Mack for all of twenty more minutes, Austin gathered his things and rushed out the studio to find you contently people watching on a bench.

Offering you a hand,  with a smile you politely declined citing that your hands were dirty and clammy from the floor. And instead the two of you walked in silence all the way to Austin’s car. 

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“ So…” Austin attempted to speak over the sound of the radio’s hum, “ Were there any snacks that you might have wanted to pick up for tonight while we’re on the way?” 

This was not only a peace offering to whatever was making you upset, but it was also a test to see just how upset you were. 

Not bothering to turn your attention away from looking at the buildings and pedestrians passing by, you replied, “ I was actually thinking that maybe you could just drop me off at my place. I don’t think I feel that up to movie night anymore.” 

Austin frowned, “ Why? Are you alright? Do I need to stop and grab some type of medicine or something? I mean I have everything at my place. You don’t have to go home.” He offered. 

Still you didn’t budge, “ It’s fine. I’ll be okay at my place. We’ll have to see if we can do it another time, maybe.” 

Austin sighed and realized then that it was something physically wrong, but rather mentally something was bothering you. 

He could already guess what and recognize you were shutting down and pushing away. 

“ Then I guess I’ll just be by my lonesome tonight. Me and a pack of gummy bears watching some sad sci-if.” Austin mentioned your favorite movie candy in hopes to garner some reaction. 

And it did, just not the one he expected, 

“ Well. Maybe you don’t have to be. I’m sure if you called Mack she’d be more than happy for the two of you to hang out and share your bag of animal shaped fruit.” 

When Austin heard Mack’s name, your snarky comment about the gummy bear, and the tone of your statement, it revealed to him the key piece he needed to confirm his suspicions as to why the testy hermit next to him in the passenger seat had appeared.

Austin wasn’t dumb, nor was he completely oblivious. 

He had noticed the way you’d shrunk away from him in the studio after Mack’s unexpected arrival, the quietness and apprehension you’d shown him at his attempts to help you in class, and especially the way you high tailed it out of the building the minute the bell chimed that class was over. 

With all that concluded, he could confirm: 

You were jealous and you were a bit upset.

Next he carefully thought over his word choice before he spoke, “ I’m pretty sure Mack can manage to find some type of night of fun on her own.” He said, “ Plus, it’s movie night. And you already know I don’t hang out with anyone or go anywhere on movie night unless it’s with you.” 

You wouldn’t lie and say that a part of you wasn’t pleased to hear him say that, because you truly were. But even this set of reassuring words wasn’t enough to shake the feeling that Mack had been looking to Austin for much more than a nice conversation and brief trip down memory lane. 

“ Well I just figured since you and her looked like you had a lot to talk about. Maybe you’d enjoy catching up and hanging out. Having some fun. For old times sake.”  You quipped. 

Austin looked at y and smiled then simply went, “ Nope. Not really.” 

You still didn’t stray your eyes away from the scenery as a brief silent pause hung in the air before Austin spoke in an attempt to bite the bullet. 

“ Honey…” he started,” Why don’t you just save us both the trouble and just go ahead and ask me what’s really on your mind. Hmm?” 

You turned to him with wide eyes at the way he’d just effectively opened up the conversation. It was something you were still getting used to, how open he was with you. 

Blinking a few seconds and looking at him nodding and beckoning you on, you asked, 

“  Fine. Did you two used to be a thing? “ 

With the question he took a second to gather his thoughts, but with each passing millisecond it seemed to grind your teeth and twiddle your thumbs. 

“  Sorta…” He finally answered. 

Before you could voice for more information, he stuck up a hand to pre-silence you. 

“ And by sorta I mean that when we met on set Mack was new to town and didn't really have any friends. Both her parents are deceased and she had just broken up with her partner.” He explained. 

“ So once she became my makeup artist. We talked a little bit and she seemed nice. She was extremely chatty and wasn’t bad to talk to. “ 

“ I brought up how I was starting to go to yoga once and she then proceeded to invite herself to tag along. I never had the heart to tell her no.” 

“ So you were just friends? Or was it like a relationship? A fling…..? “ You grasp for clarification. 

“ More friendly than a fling. But It is true that we messed around a little during filming. It was only purely physical, though.” He answered honestly, “ I was fresh out of a relationship and didn’t really want anything too serious, Mackenzie was looking to have a little bit of fun too, so we’d do what we’d do after hours. But at all times we were aware that we weren’t serious. Our “ fling “ ended right around when filming did. We lost touch and today is the first time I’ve seen her since.”

You nodded, taking in all the information that you just had been given causing another awkward period of silence. 

After a second you took a breath and replied, “ Well, good I’m glad you two used to have fun at least. Seemed like you two were at least really good friends to each other when needed. So…that’s good…I guess.” You doubled back a bit in thought.  “ She seems…. special.” 

Trying to conceal the smirk of his lips, Austin responded, “ I think that Mackeznie is special when it comes to doing movie makeup and sorts, yes..” Austin said, “ But aside from that I can say that our…situationship I guess wasn’t super deep or anything.” 

“ I think at one point she wanted it to be special and more intimate but, like I said before, I wasn't really looking for that. And no matter how many attempts she made, I just didn’t want us to go outside the bounds of our agreement.” He furthered.

“ So, there were no romantic feelings involved? “ 

“ No.” Austin clarified, “ Not on my part. Maybe her at a time. And on a couple of instances she tried to spark something, but it never stuck.” 

Hmmph. 

“ And you never thought about it. Taking it to a more special place? Not even once? Even in passing? “ You questioned fully turning your body toward him now. 

He didn’t hesitate, “ No. Not once or any of the other fifty times.” 

“ As you could probably see, the girl also has a truly persistent spirit. “ He followed up. 

“ Yea..” You responded. 

With now knowing what you knew and reviewing the content, you concluded that you sounded ridiculous right now, but unfortunately it seemed like the little green eyed monster had overtaken you and you couldn’t help it.

You knew he was being honest with you. Especially for the simple fact that after all this time he’d never not been honest with you about anything you asked, so you were sure he wouldn’t now.

Clearing your throat a bit to hide how dry it’d gotten due to embarrassment, you said, “ Well thanks for being honest with me. And…” You sighed, “ I’m sorry for being a bit childish when I asked. It's not a sin to have a dating past and I’m surely not trying to crucify you for yours.” 

Nodding while pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Austin stopped the car and killed the engine before turning to look at you. 

“As you like to say. First of all, you don’t have to thank me for being honest with you. I’ll always be honest with you, sweetheart. You gotta know that's a given.” He started looking you dead in the eyes.

“ And SECOND OFF.” He exaggerated as you both laughed, “ I wanna apologize for not being more direct with her earlier and not declining for her to intrude on our date. I didn’t mean to let that make you uncomfortable and I’m sorry you felt that way. I don’t ever want you to feel that way when we’re together.”. 

Leaning over so he could cup your face in his hands, he brushed one of your mini twists that had fallen out of your bun away from your face, 

“ With that being said, I wanna tell you that I love you. And that I’m really excited to be sharing a special place with you and only you.” 

Stomach fluttering and heart rate taking off. You opted to unbuckle your seat to move over and climb into his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you took a second to take in his face. 

The pink of his lips and the way his little cupid’s bow curved.

The lightly scattered freckles along his cheek.

The blue of his eyes that swirled shades of cobalt and cerulean. 

And the sparkle of his smile.

All together made your heart swell.

Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you lean down to place a tender kiss to his lips that he eagerly reciprocates, returning the caress to your neck and chin.

You relished in the feeling of intimacy and love further supplied by every touch of his hand and fleeting breath passing along your lips. 

When you both pulled away, you exchanged a moment of unspoken words that said.

You’re special to me. 

You both smiled and continued to hold each other, until you separated and you found yourself back in your seat with a gooey feeling warming the bottom of your belly.

“ Now, we that have that cleared up. Let’s go and see if anything is up there you need before we head to my place.” He grinned, “ Because, baby. You’re coming home with me.” 

Your face lit up and the whole time all you could think was….how special of a man he was.

[katvalentinesblog]

September 19 2024

I’ve never been a person who calls out sick to work. There are people who rely on everyone to show up and a call out can ruin an entire day in a retail setting and also makes everyone work harder. That being said I have now officially called out for the third time and I’ve only been working at Ross for two months. I’m actually disgusted with myself. I hate the rush of joy I feel after calling out. I’ve become so unreliable and also a liar because I’m not even sick. Well just in the head. I apologize to all shift managers and store managers. It’s absolutely wrong to do. But also I don’t agree with the notion that humans should be forced to work all day to afford shelter and food. Like ok work my life away just to die. Like I’ll be laying on my deathbed thinking omg I was such a good employee. Nope. Non of it matters. Just the life experience does. I believe in reincarnation and past lives. I’ve completely abandoned religion but I believe there is something in the universe. A connection. A home. Ewwwwwww I sound sooo stupid right now🤣 ok I got too high and now I’m contemplating the universe 🤣🤣 dumb bitch!!! I’m just trying to excuse away my call out lol. Oh alsooooooo I’m going to actively start searching out like doctors and talk to my insurance to get my surgeries to hurry and finish my transition. I’m sick of feeling like a sexless old maid. The main surgeries I want are an orchiectomy and FFS. Oh also I need some laser on my face. I’m not very interested in getting boobs because they seem uncomfortable and they make me feel bigger and being 6’5” tall feeling big is the worst!!! I’ve been on hrt for nearly a year I should really measure myself to see if I shrunk. I hate being super tall. I’d prefer to be closer to 5’10” but at the same time it’s fun to catch everyones eye when I enter a room. I low key like people and long for close relationships. But yeah I need those two surgeries to feel free. My tuck would be so tight I would be able to easily wear leggings and bikini bottoms. Sorry I’m rambling. I haven’t gotten to let loose in quite a while and being stoned coupled with delicious coffee and the joy of calling out sick I guess I’m just finally content lol. If you’re reading this right now I wish you the most amazing day and I hope one day we can get high and have coffee together. 💜

[eliotquillon]

Would you write any flirtatious chase-cameron banter? Preferably set at a late night in the hospital after everyone's gone home and they're stuck doing labs, looking after a patient and they're a teensy bit delirious so it's weirdly also very honest and vulnerable.

anon i bet you thought i forgot about this req didn't you. NEVER FEAR. this actually took me a while to figure out what to do with (i love writing banter but flirtatious banter is scary especially for a 'new' fandom) (i still consider myself new to this fandom) but here we go. set vaguely during a non-specific part of fwb era--if pressed i'll say between 3x15 and 3x16, but the details are not relevant lol:

House, of course, leaves PPTH at 5pm on the dot with strict orders to keep running lab stains and PCR tests on their latest patient until they get a positive result. “Not like you three have anything better to do,” he calls over his shoulder, while Foreman rolls his eyes and Chase tries to catch Cameron’s eye. She’s not paying attention–too busy adjusting her glasses tiredly while she peers into a microscope, hair ruffled in a way that reminds him of her rolling out of his bed that morning–and Chase tells himself he’s not disappointed. They’re not together. It’s just sex. It shouldn’t matter that they had half-formed plans to get Indian takeout and play a drinking game while watching old episodes of General Hospital together that was almost definitely going to lead to–

“Alright, I’m out,” Foreman declares at midnight. “This isn’t fair, I wore the beeper last night. One of us needs to be awake for the differential tomorrow.” “Nice excuse,” Chase mutters darkly. “You mind bringing us up some coffee from the cafeteria before you go, Judas?”

“That’d be great,” Cameron adds, all faux-earnest charm, and Foreman actually has the grace to look a little bit guilty at that. He leaves the coffees on the lab benches–definitely not best practice, but nor is making three overworked doctors run labs all night–and leaves with the promise to relieve them at 6am if they come up with no further answers. Chase, of course, doesn’t believe him for a second, but this seems to pacify Cameron; she shoots him a suspiciously sunny smile, and wishes him good night.

As soon as Foreman’s out the door, she says, “And then there were two.” “And then there were two,” Chase echoes, eyeing her warily from where he’s waiting for the centrifuge to recalibrate. “Not quite what I meant when I asked if you wanted to hang out tonight.” That’s usually how they put it, in public–do you want to hang out later? Wanna grab some dinner? It’s really more for Chase’s sanity than Cameron’s; she seems unusually blasé about the whole friends-with-benefits situation, which is fine, honestly, but is it so crazy to just want to keep things to themselves for a while? To not want the hospital gossip mill offering their opinion on what is, objectively, a private decision between two consenting adults? And it’s not like Chase knows how to phrase it any other way. Cameron, if she had her own way, would keep being forthright about it: want to have sex later? Cool. Collected. And it isn’t that Chase has an issue with it, exactly. It’s just as she said it would be, after all. No strings attached. Easy peasy. But there’s just something so clinical about it. It feels strange, especially from Cameron, who he always assumed would be the flowers-and-dinner type.

“We could,” Cameron says now, pushing back her chair and spinning to face him. “If you wanted.” “You don’t mean,” Chase starts, fighting his flush at the thought of Cameron and sex and the fucking pathology lab, and Cameron grins from ear to ear.

“Hang out,” she finishes, simple and guileless. “I guess we’re doing it anyway, right? No harm in taking a quick break to chat.”

“That is not what you meant,” Chase accuses. God, she would probably kill him for thinking it, but there really is something beautiful about Cameron in the lab. Even when she’s exhausted and frustrated there’s a part of her that just lights up when given a microscope and a set of slides, like she’s some overeager freshman biology major donning a lab coat for the first time. It’s lit up right now: in the slightly manic gleam in her eye, in her rolled-up sleeves, in her glasses set half-askew on the edge of her nose. “Anyway, we don’t have time to chat. Unless you’re planning on being trapped in here with me all night.”

“And that would be so terrible,” Cameron hums, dangling her legs invitingly. She’d kill him for thinking this, too, but at this precise moment she seems so…normal. Not normal as in ordinary, quotidian, but normal as in not a woman with dead-husband-levels of hang-ups around relationships; normal as in the kind of woman Chase thinks he knows how to flirt with. It’s an illusion, but it’s almost like he could step right between the open vee of her legs and grin down at her teasingly, and almost like she would let him. 

Not that he wants to. Not that she would let him. It’s just sex. Just convenience. Just…microwave pizza.

“So very terrible,” Chase agrees, turning back to the centrifuge so he doesn’t have to keep looking at her and thinking about it. “Good thing we’re not actually locked in together.” “That could probably be arranged,” Cameron says. He can’t see her anymore, but he imagines her smiling again, polishing her glasses on the edge of her coat and her bangs falling into her eyes, the way she looks at him sometimes when they’re walking out to her car together on the way out of work and their fingers accidentally brush together and Chase can pretend that she’s thinking about holding his hand. He thinks that’d be nice, sometime. Just holding Cameron’s hand–not out of any hidden romance, but just for the sake of it. He knows her hands so well, the cracked-dry knuckles and fingertips from scrubbing them multiple times a day and the faintly oily, lavender-scented sheen of her hand cream that always sticks to her palms, and she always holds his face, his shoulders, his hips, but never his hands. “Get someone to call in a bomb threat.” “Call in our own bomb threat,” Chase raises weakly.

“Pretend I’m holding you hostage.” “Hey, why are you holding me hostage?” Chase demands, glancing at her over his shoulder in an accusatory fashion. “I’m the man!”

“I’m a femme fatale,” Cameron smirks, “and you were the one who said we didn’t have time to chat.”

Their pagers go off then; their patient is coding. By the time she’s stable, House is harassing them via speakerphone about test results and his latest epiphany, and it’s like the hours in the lab never really happened. By the time Foreman slinks back in, arguably in a worse mood after two hours’ sleep than he’d be if he’d never slept in the first place, the silly lab banter has entirely slipped from Chase’s mind while Cameron gnaws frustratedly on her bottom lip, and he isn’t thinking about it at all.

Honestly. He isn’t.

[my-plastic-life]

Japanese Summer Festival, part 1

(PART 1 due to a limit on number of photos per post)

Wow, more than a month since my last post! I'm slacking! But I have a good excuse - I was working on a HUGE project. This is my biggest scene to date. It's so large it won't fit in my usual diorama cube box. This was on my coffee table, and for an example of scale, that table measures 48" wide by 26" deep. And it was all covered LOL

It's still technically summer, and in Japan, summer festivals are a very popular pastime. I've wanted to create an actual festival scene for a while, and I finally took the plunge this year. My husband used his Glow Forge to create the little food stalls, and I created the rest. The awnings, booth covers, prices, signs, posters, floor, walls, etc. are all made by me. I also painted the silver on the booths. They're technically still a bit under scale compared to real life stalls, but I was basing my measurements off actual props I had, most of which are Re-Ment. There are even a few Re-Ment festival sets, so I had to use those! And next year I plan to add even more stalls - but I'll have to alternate what's on display since I think I'm at my limit of what will fit on that table LOL.

So here we go, a 1/6 scale Japanese summer festival! We've got lots of food street stalls (yotai) and a few popular games, and all the girls are wearing kimonos (a popular tradition).

Looking down the street toward the stairs leading to more fun (through a real torii gate!):

Overview:

Looking down the street toward the shrine:

Cold drinks are important to beat the heat!

Miwa is watching Kiku try her hand at yo-yo fishing:

Kiku is yo-yo fishing. In this game, you're meant to use a hook attached to a paper rope to pick up a water balloon. The balloons are filled with air and water, and they're called yo-yos because of the bouncing effect they have. This game can be difficult due to the rope being made of paper and the balloons are in the water.

Miwa has a popular snack - a tornado potato - along with the popular Ramune drink:

She got one! Any balloons that you successfully pick up with the hook can be kept.

Goldfish scooping. This game requires you to use a small wand called a poi to try to catch goldfish. The poi's net is made of paper, which makes the game tricky because of the water. The game is over once the paper in the poi breaks. However, people will often get to take one of each fish home after trying even if they don't actually catch them.

Aika is watching the goldfish scooping game, carrying a bag of cotton candy:

Superball fishing. This game is like the goldfish scooping game, only the prize is super balls. I made these little tubs myself. The Re-Ment sets had the yo-yo fishing and goldfish scooping, but no superballs. So I took the measurements of those tubs, used TinkerCAD to create two boxes made to the same size, and 3D printed them. I then used some of the Miniverse resin (the recalled stuff, lol) to fill the tubs in layers, and I used beads without holes (they exist!) to make the super balls. I'm very pleased with how they turned out!

Takoyaki stand. Takoyaki is a bite-sized, ball-shaped dumpling made from batter and grilled, then filled with octopus, tempura, pickled ginger, and green onion:

A definite favorite in the summer - the shaved ice stand (kakigori). Similar to shaved ice in the U.S., with the Japanese variant, blocks of ice are shaved into fine flakes using special machines, then topped with flavorings like strawberry or melon syrup, sweet matcha (strong green tea) sauce, sweetened beans, or condensed milk.

Fuka got a variety of flavors on her kakigori! Yum! Meanwhile, Lycee is preparing to make some more - she'll use the little machine to grind that block of ice to shave it down into edible pieces:

Look closely at the lady below in the blue kimono and you'll see that she's tucked in a traditional uchiwa (hand fan) into the obi (belt) of her kimono. These fans are a must for summer festivals to help beat the heat, as well as add a more traditional look to the yukata (kimono).

Choco banana and candy apple stand. These treats are also popular - they're your traditional candy apple on a stick, and also chocolate-covered bananas on a stick covered in sprinkles.

Cotton candy stand. Another popular treat for festival-goers of all ages. The container on the counter features fortune sticks inside, and you're meant to reach in and pull one out. You then tell the miko (shrine priestess) what fortune you got on the stick, and she will give you a paper that explains your fortune.

Japanese cotton candy bags frequently feature popular anime or pop culture characters on them. I made these bags by using small jewelry bags, cutting off the Ziploc sealer, placing cotton balls inside (almost all festival cotton candy I've seen has been white), then sized down pictures of characters, printed them out on clear sticker paper, and stuck them on the bags. I'm very pleased with how they turned out!

[rindouheart]

Ok- I saw your stuff and I couldn’t believe you only had three things hshsjjdb

Do you mind an enemies to lovers type thing with pink haired sonic and the hedgehog dude? (Aka. Chigiri and Barou lmao) The reason they beef can be anything you want-

If you’re taking anons- I wanna be 👺 anon pls and ty, it’s ok if you aren’t too lol

CHIGIRI and BAROU + enemies to lovers!

content. just them arguing with the reader (slight sad in chigiri’s part) + gender neutral pronouns used | small scenarios + some hcs

author’s note. hi babe! I’d love to have an anon! believe it or not, but in like 3 years on tumblr no one has ever asked it to me <3 however, i hope you like these headcanons!

(i made them extra long to excuse myself for the long waiting, please forgive me :( )

CHIGIRI HYOMA

you were friends at first, but then the whole injury thing happened.

“why would you give up? a lot of famous players have had injuries in the past, but they still managed to come back! why would you throw your dream in the trash bin like that?”

“you’ve never understood me, then”

after expressing your opinion on why he shouldn’t give up on his dream while he can still play, you started arguing for everything.

it was heartbreaking to see: you, his best friend since childhood, being treated like a complete stranger.

even more heartbreaking was the fact that you liked him and you couldn’t stand the way he was giving up on his lifetime dream.

chigiri absolutely hates you when you’re right.

you started to avoid him and he started to avoid you. it was a mutual thing.

he actually hoped for you to come back, because he realised he acted like a baby.

however, he hasn’t even seen you for months.

chigiri fucked up, completely.

you meet again at a café (unplanned, you’re still not sure how to behave towards him)

“oh, y/n, hi” he mutters with his coffee in hand.

“what do you want?” it wasn’t supposed to come off that harsh, however, chigiri’s face changes expression.

“nothing” he wants to slap himself.

“do you have a minute?” you ask, sitting at a table in the corner “we have to talk and you know what i’m about to say, i guess”

he sits down and huffs.

“i’m kinda tired. we were best friends before the injury thing, and now we look like we spoke once in our lives” you say, keeping your voice as low as possible “your behaviour is annoying”

he knows you’re right, so he just murmurs a “i’m sorry”

you keep up talking “i was really upset when you told me those horrible things. i felt betrayed”

chigiri wasn’t expecting it to be this bad. he totally fucked up.

“I’ll get straight to the point, i had and probably still have feelings for you, but i don’t know if i should follow my heart or my brain right now, because you acted like a bitch with me”

oof, OOF.

“i am very sorry, y/n. i don’t know what i was thinking when i said that. i was too scared of hurting myself again and i almost gave up on my dream. it was stupid, i know you were right, but i didn’t want to accept it”

you breathe in deeply. “i accept your excuses, i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have pushed that conversation that far”

“but you were right. during my time in blue lock, one of my friends told me the same things you told me back then. i realised that i was the one at fault.”

you nod “i’m happy you will continue to follow your dream. i’m sure you’ll be successful”

chigiri gives you a soft smile, making your heart melt.

“so we’re friends again” you say.

“actually… staying without you all this time was hard” he confesses.

“so you’re asking me…”

“yes, i’m asking that”

he laughs when he sees you blushing.

“i have a couple of days off, what do you think about going on a serious date before i go back to blue lock?”

“i’d love that”

BAROU SHOEI

this bitch

when he accepted to move into a new apartment for university he was prepared for anything, he thought.

you’re his polar opposite: messy, loud, extrovert, creative. the living copy of phoebe buffay.

“why are your clothes on my side of the room? is it that difficult to put your things in your side?” and he points the coloured tape that divides the floor in two halves.

(it was your idea to put it down, so he wouldn’t argue with you)

“the space on my floor was finished, i took a bit of yours”

this man is about to jump from the window.

you actually find his exaggerate reactions absolutely funny.

you leave your stuff around the house on purpose, just to see him getting mad.

barou, in reality, loves cleaning, so he is actually satisfied when everything is back to its place.

however, he is quite unreadable, and you think he hates you for the mess you always leave inside the apartment.

suddenly, one of your friends asks if you want a room near your university.

obviously, living closer to your department is better than living where you’re now, since public transport is often crowded or late.

when you leave he’s in paradise.

or at least he thought.

despite the first few days, barou actually misses your mess.

his days are pretty empty without picking up your stuff and cleaning your shared room.

he thought he hated you for that, but he loved cleaning your bedroom.

and that’s why he calls you after a couple of weeks “can you come back, please?”

you’re astonished. why would he want you to move back to his apartment? is he the same person that got mad every time you left something out of place?

“why?”

“well… I…”

is the king barou admitting his feelings?!

he misses you a lot.

“i miss your mess, now i’m always bored after studying, i have nothing to clean up”

“wait” you say, trying to connect the dots “i thought you hated me for my messiness?”

“i thought i hated you too”

“thanks?? how should i answer to that?”

“with a <<yes, I’ll move back to your apartment>>” he laughs

“okay then”

HE DID IT!

now you’re back in the same flat!

for now, he isn’t going to tell you that he appreciates your presence this much, but i can confirm that he’s down bad.

“you’re the only person whose mess isn’t a problem for me”

he might be a king on the football field, but we still need to work on love declarations.

@rindouheart ‘s headcanons — 02192023

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review X

No obnoxious coffee in the car this week for a little driveway session. BUT Mr. Truly did bring me back one with doughnuts after Lil’ Truly’s (baby Truly's older sibling) swim lesson and couldn’t understand how a box of doughnuts could make me smile so wide (looking at you @secretelephanttattoo & @morallyinept 🍩)

Really enjoying the October prompts I started - it's been a fun break to get into something with no pressure and to just write without worrying about anything. I can't believe I'm like halfway through and I've not thrown in the towel yet (I've been tempted to skip a few days). It's also given way to some inspiration for some ongoing wip's and populated some new ones (I see you Tim Rockford).

But because of this, it's not really left me much time to read - so another light week, but it's okay! It means my TBR list (it's a work in progress that I've been neglecting and there's so much missing) is bursting with some incredibly great fanfics to get my teeth into next month!

Also, I am LIVING for everyone's weekly rounds ups, no matter how you format it or what you share - it's such a joy to see them popping up and getting to learn a little more about the people in this community!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 08 - umbrellas (will miller x gn!reader)

oct' x 09 - ravens (maverick!frankie x reader)

oct' x 10 - oktoberfest (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 11 - pumpkin spice (marcus x reader) (parts II & III coming later this month)

oct' x 12 - cornfields(sequins!joel x f!reader)

oct' x 13 - black cat (tim rockford x gn!reader)

oct' x 14 - spooky (dieter x gn!reader)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Fort Bravo (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo Of course our man Bravo would be building blanket forts in his walk in wardrobe this week. I very much would like to build my own to go hide out with and wouldn’t say no to sharing it with Dieter either. Medicinal Purposes (Frankie) by @grogusmum Ironic I read this at the start of the week and finished it with two days off of work for a migraine lol. Alas, I did not have Frankie show on my doorstep to offer his services - but this was a spicy read that I may have read a couple of times for educational purposes. 

PATS (Pedro Across the Street not RPF) by @oonajaeadira There’s a re-read this month, and not that I need an excuse, but it’s been fun dipping back into this world and reminding myself that I really should go book myself a massage. If you haven’t read this series I wholeheartedly recommend it, it’s top tier. It’s a comfort and a spicy read at the same time. 

Headshots | Chapter 3 (Marcus) by @secretelephanttattoo El has been making waves in the Pike Puddle™️ with her Marcus Pike offerings as of late and this third instalment to Headshots is makes no less of an impact. This is so Marcus and just so sweet. 

Salty & Sweet (Marcus) by @secretelephanttattoo I’m not the biggest fan of popcorn, but if Marcus Pike wants to eat it off me, who am I to say no? 

Swimming Lessons with Catfish (Frankie) by @avastrasposts Okay, aside from the jokes that this is the title of the sex tape could make of this fic, this is an incredibly smoke show of a drabble that I may or  may not have read a couple of times. 

Frankie to the Rescue (Frankie) by @avastrasposts Again, Avastra is just blowing it out of the water with these drabbles this week! The whole time reading this I was excited to find out how it would play out and it did not disappoint. 

Paranoid Heart (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese I’m so behind with my reblogs this week (don’t look in my drafts) - but Megan comes in again this week with another fantastic instalment to this series and I’m falling for these two so hard. 

in another life… (Frankie) by @chronically-ghosted Speaking of being behind, I read this while on one of my sick days and I’d you’ve not read Taylor’s work, you’re sleeping on it and you should check it out. This here is a slice of life with Frankie that is utterly atmospheric and beautifully written. 

Bloom | Chapter 2 (Joel) by @wildemaven-prompts I. Am. Here. For. This 🙌 the little slow burn, Joel being a little awkward, the descriptions of the flowers 🌸 and most of all Ellie who almost manages to steal the show in every appearance. This whole series is a delight and we’re only two chapters in!

Unlikely Friends (Joel) by @sweetercalypso Despite having adopted Frankie Cat™️ last month I’m still not 100% on the cat train (don’t tell Frankie, she’s still bitching about the Andes man) - but this is incredibly sweet and I absolutely resonate with Joel trying to win over a cat (Frankie Cat may have just pounced at my feet from under the armchair that I’m supposed to pretend I didn’t see her under)

…assie (Frankie) by @frenchiereading I love everything Mel has been sharing with us from the Shared Breaths universe and this is just incredibly sweet. I don’t want to spoil anything, but my heart may have grown three sizes after reading the ending. 

Ring Toss (Frankie) by @morallyinept Okay, if @secretelephanttattoo hadn’t changed my perspective on doughnuts, then Jett has permanently altered all thoughts about them. This is is just, lustfully and sinfully indulgent and Frankie is just a menace 🍩

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

Megan's 1K celebrations, go drip into her Asks and repent to our Gouda Mother of Cheesus

Catfish PhD program had another assignment: Module 6 - The Licence Suspension

All of @wildemaven's moodboards, they're beautiful and such a mooood 💕

Three words, LAW. ENFORCEMENT. BALL. @sin-djarin threw out a thot and a hero came along and answered the prayer we didn't all know we needed, @for-a-longlongtime and presented us with a treat with this WIP

I did a bad job of tracking this week, there were so many more great posts this week that I got to be a part of and enjoyed!

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

Honestly? This community. I feel like I sound like a broken record on the topic now and that if I keep going on about how wonderful everyone is here it’s going to lose all meaning. But I’m getting to witness friendships being made through posts, a community being built in real-time and getting to know you all better is a real joy.

Having said that, despite the bullshit I put out - I am socially awkward at my core and trying to preach what I say and jump into more inboxes and DM's. But both of mine are always open if you want to drop down and discuss anything or everything 🙌

Also, if we want something superficial to balance that out, I’m almost finished with Sons of Anarchy season seven, finally (oh I have so many feels), and copious amounts of gratuitous Jax Teller nudity certainly never goes unwelcomed amongst the angst (Kurt Sutter knew what he was doing). I will be dropping into your Asks at some point @laurfilijames, be warned (also still thinking about the ask you sent me, is not forgotten!).

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Adeem the Artist has been on permanent rotation since @goodwithcheese shouted them out and I love everything about this song. The feel-good beat, the voice and those lyrics? 🙌 *perfection*

Happy Sunday all! Wising everyone a good week ahead! 💛

[vminjackbaddie]

Feeling Lucky

authors note: eye...haven't written a one shot in such a long time but his recent activity on ig has got me in shambles and I'd like the chance to try again. now forgive me because I've always written in first person but you can still pretend. also im super rusty so im sorry if this comes out cheesy lol I am not an expert for sure! lastly, please don't repost or claim as your own. I appreciate y'all pairing: female reader & jackson wang | 1st person word count: 3.4k+ summary: it's been a lot of trial and error: using dating apps in hopes you find a serious relationship and for the third time, you find yourself disappointed with someone, feeling cursed and very unlucky. to help get your mind off of things, you go visit your best friend at the bar with 0 intentions except to enjoy yourself until jackson walks in with his own group of friends. he's eyeing you, you're eyeing him but will either one of you make a move? or will you let your "cursed" theory ruin any chance with him? genre: mature | strangers to lovers au | angst | one shot | kinda soft | fluff warnings: 21+ ONLY! some cursing, making out, small mentions of heartbreak

“…and that’s exactly why I believe dogs are far superior to cats…”

He kept rambling, spewing nonsense. Is this really my life right now? How am I sitting here, listening to this man go on and on about why dogs are better than cats? Is this supposed to be life-changing information? Definitely not! And just for the record, cats are just as good—if not better.

To make matters worse, I wish I could say this was my first bad date in ages, but that would be a lie. A month ago, I signed up for a dating app, and while things started off strong, the past two weeks have led me to men with halitosis, nonstop misogynistic comments, and now this guy: a man who thinks his monologue is more interesting than asking about me.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and decided to use the old bathroom excuse.

“Excuse me—sorry. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right back,” I said, trying not to trip over my heels as I pushed my chair back, ready to make my escape.

“Take your time! When you get back, we can talk about the ghost in my parents’ basement!” he shouted as I walked away.

I raised an eyebrow, knowing it was now or never. Ghosting isn’t my usual move, but it felt like my only option. Luckily, there was an exit door next to the women’s restroom, and I made a beeline for it. I attempted to call my best friend to fill her in on the disaster, but I reached her voicemail, followed by a quick text:

[Hey, I’m working. You okay?]

Ugh. I completely forgot she was on a shift at Oasis, a local bar. But that might not be a bad idea. I could definitely use some company and a distraction. I hopped into my car and rushed to get inside before he realized I wasn’t coming back, quickly texting her:

[Hiiii~ nvm! I’m coming by. See you soon!]

The message was brief, and as I sat at the first red light, I surprisingly didn’t feel guilty. Isn’t that awful? But honestly, while I felt bad about the first two dates, this third one confirmed that maybe my days with dating apps were over. I felt cursed—searching for real love for so long only to have every potential match turn sour as soon as we met. So tonight (and perhaps for the rest of my life), I decided to focus on enjoying myself.

Oasis wasn’t far. Within five minutes, I was in line to get in. While I waited, I noticed the coffee shop guy had bombarded me with at least eight messages, calling me every name in the book for bailing.

“Wow,” I muttered, scrolling through his barrage of insults.

“Looks like you dodged a bullet,” the bouncer said as I finally reached him.

“What? Oh yeah, he’s definitely a piece of work,” I replied, blocking his number while handing over my ID.

“You came to the right place.” He nodded as he returned my ID. While he recognized me from previous visits, I wasn’t in the mood to chat with another guy about my problems. I simply made my way to the bar.

“Danielle!” I called, spotting my best friend as I slid onto the first empty barstool. The bar wasn’t too crowded, but the dance floor was alive, and it felt great to soak in the energy after those awful messages.

“Another bad date?” she asked, handing me my favorite drink.

“Oh, it was so bad, Danielle! I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“I don’t think it’s you. Sometimes men just suck, and dating app guys are a whole different level of awful,” she chuckled.

“I’m starting to think it might be time to give up.”

She sighed. “You always say that. But remember what I tell you: you’re more likely to find the right one when you’re not stuck playing 40 questions over a screen.”

She patted my hand for reassurance, and I felt a little lighter.

“Don’t beat yourself up—we’ve all been there. Just enjoy your drink.”

I nodded, acknowledging she was right.

“Okay, but no more than three drinks tonight. I don’t want you getting in trouble again for giving away too many free ones.”

We both laughed as I took a sip while she attended to the next guest.

About an hour later, I was on my third drink, and let me tell you, I was feeling it. “Slightly tipsy” was the best way to describe it, and I was really vibing with the music pouring from the speakers. However, I wasn’t much of a dancer. Sitting at the bar, swaying back and forth in my little bubble, felt just right. I could have kept it up all night, but then I heard an uproar from the dance floor.

Curious, I turned to see what all the commotion was about. Right in the center of the crowd was a group of guys dancing like nobody was watching, and they were good. But the one drawing everyone’s attention wasn’t the loudest or most flamboyant; instead, it was the guy making the subtlest moves. His presence alone was magnetic, giving him an air of mystery that was incredibly alluring.

I found myself standing up, inching closer to get a better view. I didn’t want to get too close—just close enough to appreciate his every move. But maybe that was the mistake, because as soon as I got within range, I was completely captivated. He wore all black: a fitted tank top, loose black pants, and sturdy boots. His shaggy hair was a striking lilac or lavender color, cascading over his forehead. It felt wrong, but the thought of getting his attention flickered in my mind. The only problem? I was supposed to be enjoying myself, not fantasizing about some guy.

“Y/N!” Danielle’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see her waving me over. That was my cue: stay away from him. After all, it was clear why there were at least ninety girls surrounding him—or so it seemed.

What I didn’t realize was that her shout had caught his attention too, because when I looked back just before walking away, we locked eyes.

“Oh god,” I mumbled to myself, quickly diverting my gaze as he flashed me a gentle smile. The only thing I could manage was a quick nod before I hurried back to the bar, eager to escape any further embarrassment.

“What were you doing over there?” Danielle asked as I settled back into my seat.

“Did you not see those guys? They were amazing!” I nearly pointed but caught a glimpse of him and his friends gathering at the other end of the bar.

“Those guys?” she asked, tilting her head in their direction. “Oh yeah, they’re here every Friday, or so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

For some reason, that realization made him feel completely out of reach. I shouldn’t have even considered approaching him, but the thought lingered. Now, with him just ten feet away, it was impossible not to steal glances as I tried to finish what was left of my drink.

“Need another?” I heard a male voice say.

I looked over to find a glass of Hennessy right beside my hand. My gaze lifted to meet the exact guy from the dance floor, and I was shocked. Why was he talking to me? Where were his friends? Regardless, I needed to play it cool; I didn’t want to come off as desperate.

“No, I’m good,” I replied shortly. “This is my third one, anyway.” I barely made eye contact, taking another sip.

“Is that why you were almost on the dance floor?” he joked.

“Maybe. But how would you know?” I finally turned my body toward him.

He took a small sip of his drink. “I saw you—almost as soon as you walked up. I was waiting for you to join in.”

“I’m sure the other ninety women were more than enough for you,” I retorted.

“Damn. Don’t do that,” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t do what? Point out the obvious?” I chuckled. That’s when I really started to feel the liquid courage kicking in. To be honest, I had a lot of animosity toward men right now, and he was my first target. This could either go really well or extremely badly.

“I’m not just another girl for you to toy with, okay? You think I didn’t see all the smirking and body rolling on that dance floor? Keep it over there.” My finger landed on his chest. “And don’t bring your fuckboy act over here.”

He smirked again, taking another sip before resting his hand over my finger that was still resting on his chest. God, why was he so attractive? I’d said enough, so why couldn’t I just get up and leave?

“Let me be clear…” His voice was low and husky, and I barely noticed he had leaned in closer, making my hand rest against his chest. “If I had any intentions with the other women on that floor, or if I were the fuckboy you think I am, then why am I over here with you?”

His eyes searched mine as if trying to find something beyond the asshole persona I was attempting to project.

“Touche,” I responded, quickly pulling my hand back. I finished off my drink, trying to distract myself from getting lost in his gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Jackson,” he said with a smile, clearly pleased that I wasn’t trying to push him away any further. “And you?”

“Y/N,” I replied shyly, worried I might have ruined the rest of the conversation. Just then, another song played, and the crowd erupted again, making us both break our unannounced staring contest and look at the dance floor. The same guys he had arrived with were back out there, cutting loose. I noticed Jackson subtly mimicking their moves.

“You should join them!” I yelled over the music.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’d rather be dancing with someone else,” he said, slowly bringing his gaze back to me.

I rolled my eyes, smirking a little. “Could you be any more corny?”

“No,” he smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. We were chest to chest now, locked in each other's gaze. “But I’d like the chance to show you what I can do on the dance floor.”

I glanced back at Danielle, who had been watching the whole exchange. My expression should’ve been a dead giveaway for help, but instead, she winked at me. What the hell? She wasn’t helping at all.

“Come on,” he said, breaking our gaze and taking my hand. He led me to the dance floor. “I don’t expect anything more than for you to just feel the music.” He moonwalked to the center of the dance floor.

How could I possibly keep up with that? I barely had rhythm as it was, but that didn’t stop him from pulling me closer. The liquid courage needed to kick in any minute now because I had never been more nervous than I was at that moment.

He turned me around so that my back pressed against his chest, swaying slowly behind me, guiding my body to move in harmony with his. I felt as if I were in a trance, his hands exploring my waist in a way that was both respectful and undeniably sensual. His nose brushed against my hair, and I could feel my eyes fluttering shut, surrendering to his lead as I let the music envelop me. I placed my hands over his, turning my head slightly to bring his face closer to mine, anticipating the moment our lips might meet. But just then, the tempo of the music shifted, shattering the spell we were under. I smiled as we both paused, realizing that our moment had come to an end.

I turned to face him, and I noticed his friends slowly approaching from behind.

“Alright! We see you!” one of them called out.

“Get lost,” he replied, feigning annoyance, which made them all chuckle.

“Sorry, man! We were just about to grab another drink. You coming?”

He glanced back at me. “Yeah, actually. I’ll be right there.” They nodded and headed off, and he turned back to me.

“You know you don’t have to stick around. I wasn’t exactly nice to you a few minutes ago.”

He shrugged. “I can get drinks with them anytime.” He took my hand again and led me back to my original spot at the bar to order another drink. As we waited, he turned to look at me.

“But what was with all that attitude? Was it really just because of how you viewed me?”

I shook my head. “No... just... bad dates.”

He nodded slowly, as if he understood more than I realized.

“Men ain’t shit,” he started, his tone serious. “And I mean that. I don’t know what you’ve been through, and it’s really none of my business, but can I offer you some advice?”

“Sure,” I replied, still swaying to what we could hear of the music.

“Don’t assume every guy you meet is going to be like the last. I know that’s tough, but calling me a fuck boy was a bit much.” He whined playfully, laughter escaping him. “Though, I have to admit, it was pretty funny.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry... I really shouldn’t have said that—” Just then, my favorite song blared through the speakers. Tinashe’s “Nasty” filled the air, and the energy shifted.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” I shouted, letting go and fully immersing myself in the music. Whatever liquid courage I had left finally surfaced, and I danced like I’d never danced before. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even notice Danielle bringing him another drink; he simply stood there, a huge smirk on his face, watching me.

“Is somebody gonna match my freak...” I began to sing loudly, draping my arms over his neck and leaning in close, letting my hands glide slowly over his chest.

He watched intently as I continued belting out the lyrics. The way he sipped his Hennessy while keeping his gaze fixed on me made my stomach flip. Somehow, I managed to maintain my composure, still singing and letting my hands roam lower, tracing over his abdomen, which made his breath catch.

“Easy...” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I had no idea what was happening, but I was enjoying every moment.

I leaned back into his space, my arm wrapped around his neck as the chorus looped again, the constant refrain of “I’ve been a nasty girl” echoing in my ears. I sang every word, body rolling against him while his free hand trailed down my side and rested at my waist. With his other hand, he finished his drink and set the glass down, then placed his palm at the small of my back.

We were mere inches apart; I could feel his breath against my lips, and it made me freeze as the music began to fade into the background. At that moment, I was intoxicated by his scent, and there was no way I could back down now. I’d been in his face for nearly three minutes, singing about being a nasty girl—what else could I expect?

“You singing all of that makes me want to do a lot more than just dance with you...” he whispered. “But that would be disrespectful on our first meeting.”

Good god. At this point, he could have done anything to me; a man who shows respect is the sexiest thing a girl could ask for.

“Then what can you do that wouldn’t be ‘disrespectful’?”

I knew I was asking for it, but I couldn’t help myself. At this rate, I wanted him to make a move.

He chuckled softly, brushing his nose against mine as our faces inched closer together. One hand cupped my face, while the other rested on my hip. I felt his body draw nearer, moving slightly as the music began to swell again, creating a bubble around just the two of us. I slowly closed my eyes, fully aware of what was about to happen. The build-up was intoxicating. I could have closed the distance myself, but something urged me to savor the moment. He began to turn my body until my back was against a wall, his hands landing on either side of me, brushing his lips against mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw him glancing between my eyes and my mouth, so close I could nearly taste him.

My hands moved to cup his neck as we tilted our heads, our lips nearly meeting once more. He was teasing me mercilessly, and damn, was he good at it.

“May I?” he asked, brushing his nose against mine again. There he went again with that respect.

“Please,” I nearly begged, and he slowly closed the gap between us, finally kissing me after what felt like an eternity of anticipation.

Our lips moved in perfect harmony, just like how we danced. His hands slid from the bar back around my waist, while mine fumbled to find their place. I felt most at ease tangling one hand in his hair while the other rested at his side. The kiss deepened as our tongues battled for dominance, making me want to nibble at his bottom lip to tease him even more. But just like that, it was over. He pulled away, leaving me craving more.

We were both breathless, but it was more than worth it. I even heard Danielle cheering quietly behind me, which made us glance at her and shake our heads in amusement.

“I’m sorry. If I’d kept going—”

I raised a finger to his lips. “It’s fine,” I smiled. “There’s always next time.”

He nodded. “I hope it made your night a little better.”

His smile was enchanting, and I could tell he genuinely meant it, which made me feel incredible.

“Mission accomplished.” I gave him a quick peck. “Now, stay in touch.”

“Wait. You’re leaving?” he frowned.

“No!” I laughed. “Danielle’s my ride home since I’ve had a couple of drinks.”

“Smart. I like it,” he teased, locking his gaze with mine again. “Care to dance once more before the night ends?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get back to your boys?” I asked, noticing them still on the dance floor.

“Look, those are my best friends. I can dance, drink, and whatever else with them anytime,” he assured me. “They’ll understand if I keep dancing with you. And while this may be our last dance tonight, I hope to see you again, outside of this bar.”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. Who would have thought one bad night would turn into something so lucky?

“Deal,” was all I could think to say before he pulled me back out to the dance floor, where we danced until the sun rose.

[ooohasitmeined]

Always, Everytime Pt. 2

I woke up to a blaring headache. My hangovers are getting increasingly more and more aggressive with each birthday. 

Like a good Zillenial, my first instinct upon cracking open my eyes is to grab my phone. As I suspected, it’s inappropriately late for me to still be sleeping. I don’t focus on the time for long, as I’m more focused on the text message notification on the screen. To my surprise, Louis responded to my text last night.

Louis: “It was lovely to meet you. Don’t worry about getting me back for the ride, it’s my treat.”

I want to respond. I don’t remember much about last night, but I remember how refreshing Louis was. Something about him was just so genuine. He was so easy to talk to, and was just so enjoyable to be around. I was worried last night would be the first and last time I’d see him, and with that text warranting no real response, I think that may be the case. I stare at the screen and decide that likely nothing will come from last night’s interaction. 

I’m disappointed when I open my fridge. I was planning on making a nice breakfast at home, but my fridge and cupboards are completely empty. It’s not hard for me to find an excuse to walk down to the coffee shop on the corner and pick up breakfast, but this morning I have no other option. I slip a t-shirt on over my head, tie up my hair in a claw clip, and pull on some sweatpants before heading out the door. I look like proper shit, to be completely honest. Given my luck, this is the morning I will run into someone I absolutely do not want to. 

“Good morning, Georgia!” I hear as I step into the coffee shop. 

I look up and notice Olivia, the bubbly high school aged barista that works in the shop on the weekends. She’s a short blonde girl with bright blue eyes and the most welcoming personality. I adore her, truly. 

“Good morning, Olivia. How are you?”

 “I’m great! How are you? You look horrible.” 

“Gee, thanks, Olivia!” I say, with a shocked expression and a laugh. “I’m good, I went out with some friends last night and got carried away.” 

“So fun! Where’d you go?” 

“We went to a few places, but we ended the night in SoHo” 

Olivia goes on about how she can’t wait to start clubbing and going to bars. I place my order with her, and take a seat to wait for my breakfast sandwich and latte.

As I wait, my phone vibrates. It’s embarrassing to admit, but a part of me was really hoping it’d be a text from Louis. I pull my phone from my pocket and see a text from Sophia. 

Sophia: Hi love, had so much fun last night. How’d you end up getting home?

Me: Me too! Thanks for taking me out. I ended up getting a ride home with this random guy. It’s a long story. 

Sophia: Well, I hope it had a happy ending lol. Can’t wait to hear all about it next girls night.

Sophia knows I’m not one to sleep with a guy on the first date. And my time with Louis certainly wasn’t a date, but given his charm I definitely wouldn’t have been opposed to bringing him up to my flat. 

Olivia brings me my order and I make the walk back to my flat. I spend most of the walk contemplating how to initiate a conversation with Louis. Lots of ideas cross my mind but none feel good enough. I’m completely lost on how to approach this, and given how nervous I am to annoy him or be rejected, I decide my best course of action is to hope for our paths to cross again somehow. When I get back to my flat I eat my breakfast, shower, and get myself into a proper outfit. I turn on my bluetooth speaker and grab my phone to play some music while I do my makeup. To my surprise, a text message banner is on my lock screen. It’s from Louis, received 46 minutes ago. It must have come in while I was showering and I missed the notification. 

Louis: Will I need to frequent the SoHo club scene to see you again?

A smile creeps on my face as I reread the text. 

Me: Absolutely not. Going to the clubs was my friend’s decision. Why do you ask?

I hit send and then press my phone to my chest. Though I hardly know him, I would like to get to know him. I haven’t felt compelled to spend much time with any man I’ve met in London, or anywhere for that matter, but something about Louis was so captivating. His instinct to save me from the persistent bachelor in SoHo was indicitive of his character, and his playful and joking demeanor in the car made me feel so relaxed. I didn’t feel like I had to perform for him. 

Louis: ‘Cause I want to see you again, Georgia. Bit obvious, innit? 

Me: Yeah, I suppose. What do you have in mind?

Louis: Not telling. But make yourself free tomorrow night at 8:00. I’ll pick you up. 

Me: Could I get a hint on what to wear?

Louis: I’m sure you could, but where’s the fun in that?

I debate whether or not to tell the girls. I know how excited Sophia, Ava and Poppy would be for me, but part of me feels like I’ll jeapordize this if I tell them. I know my jumping at the opportunity to go out with the first guy who is geniunely kind to me would be some kind of sign to them that I’m getting better, finally finding my feet in London, but given how out of practice I am with men and dating, I’m so scared to ruin all of this. 

Louis said he’d be here at 8:00, but my nerves have gotten the best of me and i’m ready an hour early. I kill time by staring at myself in the mirror and hoping my outfit is appropriate for whatever Louis has planned for the night. I decided to wear my best jeans, casual open toed heels and a brown high neck tank-top. It’s subtly hot, I think. The jeans make my ass look great, and the top does something for my chest, despite it being high neck. I’m absolutely trying to show off my features, but in like a casual way. 

Louis: Here, love. 

My heart starts to pound as I head down the stairs of my building and open the front door. Louis is on the sidewalk, leaned up against a black Mercedez-Benz sedan. He’s wearing a black tank top tucked into black slacks. His eyes meet mine as he lifts a cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag. 

“Hi, Georgia”

My mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m overwhelmed by how unbelievably good Louis looks in such a simple outfit. 

“H-Hi, Louis”

He steps toward me as he opens the door to the back seat of the car. I walk forward, hoping my heels don’t fail me on this uneven pavement, and duck into the backseat. Louis walks to the other side of the car and steps inside. 

“So” he slaps his hands and rubs them together “are you ready for tonight?”

“I think so. Though I have no fucking clue what we’re doing. I hope I’m dressed appropriately, no thanks to you”

“You look great, love.”

“Can I get a hint as to where we’re going now?”

“You’ll see” he says with a smirk. 

Louis runs his hands now his thighs and I can’t help but notice how large they are. The thought of them in my hair flashes in my mind quickly, before I literally shake it out. 

The car comes to a stop outside of resturant in Chelsea. The lights are on, but no one’s inside. 

“I-I think it’s closed?” I say, concerned. 

“Well, yeah, to everyone else” Louis says as he takes my hand and guides me to the front door. 

Louis opens the large front door and I walk through. We’re greated by a young hostess. Shortly after a tall man in a black suit comes from behind her. I can only assume he’s the manager.

“Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson” says the man as he extends his hand for Louis to shake. 

“Evenin’, Theo. Thanks for this. This is Georgia, who I told you about.”

Louis gestures to me and I raise my hand to give a shy wave. Told him about? Why is Louis discussing me with random resturant managers? 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” says Theo as he returns my awkard wave. “Right over here, you two” he says as he turns around and leads us to our table. Louis reaches out to me, his hand meeting the small of my back as we walk through the resturant. 

As I thought, the resturant is completely empty. Theo leads us to a table in the center of the dining area with two taper candles flickering in the dimmed room. 

“Thanks, mate” says Louis as he pushes in my chair. 

Louis takes a seat across from me. He folds his hands under his chin and wets his lips. This move forces me to clear my throat. 

“So, uhhh, why is no one else here?” I ask as I look around the dining room. 

“Just better this way. No distractions, you know?” he responds, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

“Did you do this? Rent the resturant out?” 

“Who else would’ve? Yeah, I did. But I know the owner, so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Well, that’s a first.” I say with a breathy laugh. I’ve never had anyone challenge me the way he does, and admittedly I find it incredibly hot. 

“It’s just easier this way” responds Louis as the waiter pours us both a glass of wine. 

His response confuses me. What would be so challenging about getting dinner at a fully functioning resturant? A pang of embarssement hits me as the thought of him not wanting to be seen with me whips through my mind. I didn’t tell Louis what I do for a living, or my last name, but it wouldn’t be hard to find my various novels with a simple Google search. I don’t feel embarrassed of my work ever, but I’m so desperate to impress him, I’ve found myself analyzing everything about myself hoping it’s enough. 

“So, tell me about yourself, Georgia” Louis says as he brings his wine glass to his lips. This question forces a laugh out of me. I lean my forehead on my hand before drawing in a deep breath. 

“You’ve got to be more specific than that. I mean, I think we all know that’s a horrible question.”

“Well excuse me, fuck. What’s your middle name?”

“Rose, yours?”

“William”

“Louis William Tomlinson. Classic.”

“My mum thought so. So what exactly brought you to London”

“Ooof, well, I uhh didn’t really feel inspired by Florida. I spent my whole life there, and I was ready for something new. Someplace that would, I don’t know, bring me new experiences.”

“I hope this is a new experience” he says looking up at me through his eyelashes, a look of almost desire for approval on his face. 

“It absolutely is” I let out a sigh “this is absolutely the fanciest evening I’ve ever had out”

“Well, I’m absolutely trying to impress you” his voice is low and slightly raspy. It makes me adjust in my chair.

“That’s incredibly hard to believe”

“Ellaborate on that”

“On what?”

“On how it’s so hard to believe that a man would want to impress a smart, whitty, beautiful woman?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have much experience with men trying to impress me” 

“Now that” Louis says, using his wine glass to point at me “that is incredibly fucking hard to believe”

I’m completely lost on how to respond to him. I don’t want to admit to this nearly perfect man that I am completely inexpereinced with romantic encounters. Sure, I’ve slept with plenty of guys, but I never stay the night. We don’t go on dates, certianly not dates like this. 

Our waiter returns and takes our orders. Given the lack of other patrons, our food comes to the table quickly. Louis and I continue to talk while we eat, and the longer I look at him the more I realize how stunning he is. He’s both rugged and clean cut at the same time. He has a foul mouth, but he exudes confidence as he spits back playful comebacks to my obvious remarks. 

Louis finishes his dinner, places his fork down and leans back in his chair. He runs his finger along the gold chain around his neck and presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. I nearly gulp at this. He looks so good, so masculine, so confident. I finally accept that I want nothing more than to crawl across the table and make out with him. I want to blame the wine, and the fact that I haven’t had any physical connection with a man since I moved to London, but I think the most notable part of my desire for Louis is the geniune interest he’s taken in me. He asks questions because he actually wants to hear the answer, it’s not just a formality or prerequisite to getting me into his bed. 

The resturant staff has come and cleared our table. I look at my watch and realize we’ve been sat in the resturant, exchanging laughs and stories, for three hours. I wish we could stay for three more. 

“Can I take you home, Georgia?” Louis asks as he stands up, extending his hand out to me. 

I smile and take his hand. Louis leads me out of the resturant and I trail behind him, my hand still in his. In this moment, I feel beautiful. I feel beautiful feeling like Louis girl. 

We’re halfway to my flat when I realize our hands our still intertwind. I look at them and then up, meeting Louis gaze. 

“I’ve been trying to be on my best behavior, Georgia. But you’re driving me crazy.”

“Wh-what? What did I do?” fear washes over me. Oh no, I’ve annoyed him. I’ve said something wrong.

“You’re just, so fucking beautiful” he says as his hand pushes my hair behind me ear, then his thumb holds my chin. 

“Oh” I awkwardly laugh “thank you, I suppose. You’re quite beautiful yourself”

“Beautiful? No one’s ever called me that before”

“Really? That’s sad. You really are.” I place my hand on his bicep and the thickness of it makes me cross my legs, a physical attempt at pushing my desires out of my mind. 

“What are you thinking, Georgia?”

“Uhhh. Do you want the truth?”

“Yes, absolutely”

“I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you”

“Well that’s a shame” he says as he slides his hand up the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair. My head involuntarily drops back. “Because I’m thinking about how badly I want to fuck you.”

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter four

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The next couple weeks passed by in a blur, and before I knew it it was almost time for school to start up again. I’m going into my junior year at Seoul National University (sorry, super basic college) and am majoring in Education, as I want to be a teacher like Namjoon. But, unlike Namjoon, I don’t want to teach high schoolers. I want to be an elementary school teacher. (Sorry, I know it’s a pretty big time skip but I wanted to actually get to the college scenes lol)

The boys convinced me (more like begged me) to stay with them for school and said that “Your presence is payment enough!” (Minus Hoseok of course, as we’re still not on good terms for whatever reason) I finally relented after seeing the prices for dorms. Why were they so high for broke college students? Through these few weeks I have gotten to know the boys better.

Namjoon and I have gotten close because of our similarity in careers. We both are avid learners and want to help others learn and have bonded over many cups of tea. I know that I can go to him for any help with my schoolwork, and he says he will come to me for ideas because I am “younger and know what’s hip these days.” We also both love to read and have exchanged books frequently. He is more of a science fiction and fantasy type reader while I adore romance books (again, sorry if you don’t like these types of books). While I admit that his books are fascinating, I still prefer my cheesy, k-drama worthy books. There’s nothing better than us two sitting on my balcony reading all afternoon with some treats Jin or I baked.

Jin and I have become better friends through our cooking and baking. He is a master chef and much better than I will ever be, but it’s still fun to learn from him. It often makes me wonder why he is an actor and not a cook, but people can have more than one avid interest. My baking skills are modest at best, but I do still love to make different types of cookies as my mom taught me and to make cute mini lunchbox cakes for the boys to take to their work for a sweet treat. 

More often than not I catch Yoongi looking at my treats longingly so I make more and send them with him to work. He is especially fond of my coffee cookies as I found him secretly eating them as a midnight snack one night. Yoongi and I have a mutual understanding where if we both need to relax for second and just breathe, we’ll seek out each other. I sometimes sit in his studio, just zoning out and giving myself a minute. And he sometimes will come find me in my room and just lay down next to me as I continue watching my show. These moments make me feel content.

Times that I do not feel content are whenever I’m with Hoseok. I genuinely want to at least be acquaintances, but he seems to want to be enemies forever. I try to reach out but every time he ignores me. More often than not he finds some excuse to not be in the room with me. I know the boys have noticed, but they haven’t said anything to me about it. I can only hope that with time he and I will eventually be able to tolerate each other. 

With Jimin it has been a little harder to connect, but we eventually got to the point where we are now. While I’m not as close to him as the maknaes or even Yoongi, we still have a good bond. It all started when I asked if I could use the dance studio in the house (rich people, am I right?) for fun. I danced all through high school at a recreational studio and I enjoy it occasionally to keep me exercised. I was stretching when Jimin walked in and asked if he could watch. I was nervous at first but then once I got started I fell into my own world. Jimin applauded afterwards and I bowed, embarrassed. We both then danced together and that’s how our friendship started. 

My friendship with the youngest two grew during those couple of weeks. After the shopping trip they decided that we were now a ‘trio of trouble’ and that we were besties. I’ll admit, sometimes I did feel a bit like I was third-wheeling them but for the most part it was great to have genuine friends. Sure, I had friends but they were mostly college friends that I didn’t see outside of school. But with Tae and Kook I felt that I could truly be myself. Endless hours of binging movies, playing video games, and doing stupid challenges/dares kept me entertained until my first day back. 

Which is today. I’m not nervous, but I always get a small pit of dread in my stomach. I only have two classes today, Foundations of Education and Psychology (not me stealing these class names off a random college website haha). Foundations of Ed is in late morning, then I have a short break before Psych which is early afternoon. I have these classes three times a week, but they’re my only classes on those days. 

I roll out of bed and rub my eyes before grabbing my glasses groggily. I knock on Jungkook and I’s shared bathroom and don’t get a response so I turn the knob and no one’s in there. I know today is also Jungkook’s first day of senior year but I’m fairly certain that he has a class around the same time as me. I wonder why he’s not up yet? Knowing him he overslept. That boy needs to learn to get a better sleep schedule. I lock both connecting doors and then carefully place my glasses on the counter. After showering I hop out, put my glasses on (bad vision is a curse, and this author knows the struggle, trust me, but at least glasses/contacts exist) and after drying off I change. 

I put on jean shorts and a pink shirt, and after going into my bedroom I grab my backpack and double check that I have all of my supplies. A couple notebooks, binders, and of course a pencil pouch that’s all stocked up. Notebook paper as well as folders are also neatly lined up. I zip it up and then make my way downstairs. 

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi are all at their respective jobs. Jin is taking a break from acting, so he’s mostly here and Taehyung has a shoot later in the afternoon so I know he is also around. 

Sure enough, Jin’s cooked me a ‘back to school breakfast,’ which is super sweet of him. 

“Thank you so much Jin! You really didn’t have to do this,” I say to him.

“Of course I did! It you and our maknae’s first day back so you deserve a special breakfast,” Jin replies. “Speaking of, where is the little brat? He shouldn’t be sleeping because he has to get ready and take you both to school!” 

“He’s still sleeping,” Taehyung says, walking down the stairs.

“Ugh, that kid will be the death of me. I’ll go get him. Eat up!” Jin goes upstairs, mumbling under his breath about how annoying Jungkook is.

I laugh, then sit down with Taehyung and start eating. Taehyung grins his boxy smile and says, “I wonder if Jungkookie will be late on his first day. If he is, I can take you to school.”

“I don’t think that Jin will let Kook be late,” I say, thinking of the father-like eldest.

“True. He’ll probably drag Jungkook by his hair if that means he gets up,” Taehyung says, laughing.

About ten minutes later a weary looking Jungkook and an irritated Jin come walking down the stairs.

“See, this is why you need to be more like y/n! She gets up on time and is actually prepared for school,” Jin scolds.

“Yeah yeah whatever hyung,” Jungkook says sleepily, sitting down at the table and eating a few bites of the now cold breakfast. 

“Don’t ‘whatever hyung’ me, you have to promise that whenever you have school you’ll actually be ready,” Jin says.

“Okay fine I promise. Y/n you ready to go?” Jungkook says, standing up from the table and going to get his shoes on.

“Yep,” I reply, going to put on my white converse.

“Bye! Have a good first day!” Jin and Taehyung say as we leave. 

Jungkook drives a nice sedan today instead of one of the rich luxurious cars they normally drive.

“Are you excited?” I ask Jungkook, “You’re almost done with school!”

“I’m excited to be done with it,” Jungkook agrees. We pull up and he parks then we get out and get ready to head to our respective classes. 

“Well have fun with your Foundations of Ed class. You don’t need a ride home after, right?” Jungkook asks me.

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to chill here through lunch until my Psych class then I’ll take the bus home.” 

“You know you can call any of us to take you home right? We wouldn’t mind,” Jungkook says. 

I know they wouldn’t care but I don’t want to bother them with me. 

“Oh, you’re all busy people so don’t worry about it! Here come some of your friends so I’d better go.” There are a couple guys and girls who are walking up to Jungkook. 

“Hey Jungkook!” 

“Good to see you bro!”

“How was your summer?” 

“Who’s this?”

The last question comes from a snobby looking girl. Her inky black hair is up in a high ponytail and she looks at me with disdain. 

“Oh, this is y/n. She’s the one who’s staying with me and the boys for a while,” Jungkook says, introducing me. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Felix.” He waves at me and I wave back.

“I’m Jackson,” says the next boy, grinning at me. 

“I’m Hwasa,” says the girl next to the snobby one. 

“And I’m Haneul,” says snobby girl. 

“Nice to me you all,” I say.

“So you’re the girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm!” Haneul says sweetly.

“Haneul,” Felix says through gritted teeth, “That’s not true.”

“I’m sure it is though, Felix. Isn’t that right, y/n?” Haneul now has the biggest fake smile I’ve ever seen. 

“Oh, well I supposed so,” I say, deflated at the thought that the boys think I’m just a ‘girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm.’

“Um, y/n that’s not what-“ Jungkook starts, sensing my change in mood.

“I’ve got to get to class! Bye everyone, it was nice meeting you.” I interrupt Jungkook. Turning on my heel, I swiftly walk away from the group, hearing Haneul whisper under her breath, “I told you she was poor.” 

I find my building and classroom and walk in. It’s a decently sized room with partner desks in neat rows. Some students are already sitting in desks chatting with each other.

I find a seat in the back right corner by the window so I can see outside. I can only hope no one will sit by me, but that seems to not be the case as a couple minutes later a tired looking boy asks if he can sit next to me. I say yes and he flops into the seat and lays his head on his arms. 

“Oh, by the way my name’s Seungmin,” he mumbles before closing his eyes.

I smile, amused at his tiredness and turn my attention to the professor as she walks in. 

“Good morning class and welcome to Foundations of Education. We will be learning the basics of education and teaching in this class. My name is Professor Shin. Now, let’s take roll.” As she starts calling names, I turn my attention to my sleeping deskmate. I wonder if I should wake him up? 

“Choi y/n?” 

“Here,” I say.

Eventually she gets to Seungmin. 

“Kim Seungmin?” 

I nudge his elbow but he doesn’t stir. Then I poke him. Hard. This makes his head shoot up and then sees everyone staring at him. 

“Oh, uh, here.” 

“Mr. Kim, if you could please refrain from sleeping in class that would be much appreciated,” Professor Shin says with an annoyed look on her face. She then continues on with attendance. 

“Hey, are you okay? You look super exhausted,” I say to Seungmin, seeing how his eyes are red and have dark circles underneath them. 

“I’m fine I just stayed up way too late last night,” he says.

I nod then turn back to the professor, who is now passing out a slyllabus. I take a deep breath then focus for the rest of the class.

After class I bid goodbye to a still sleepy Seungmin and head out to get lunch. There are picnic tables around campus so I grab something to eat then go sit at an empty one. I enjoy the breeze through my hair and the peacefulness of the trees. Until I see someone coming up to me out of the corner of my eye. I look and it’s Hwasa and Jackson. 

“Hey y/n, can we sit here?” She asks.

“Sure.” 

They sit and pull out their own lunches.

“We’re sorry about Haneul this morning,” Jackson says after chewing and swallowing, “She can be a bit…blunt sometimes.”

“Who’re we kidding Jackson, she’s blunt all of the time,” Hwasa says with an eye roll. 

I appreciate these two apologizing for their friend’s action and like them immediately. 

“You guys really don’t have to apologize. I mean, I am poor enough to not be able to afford a dorm,” I say.

“Even if it’s true, that doesn’t mean she needs to be so bitchy about it, and besides, dorms are expensive for anyone,” Hwasa points out.

“Can we not talk about Haneul now please? I’m trying to eat,” Jackson complains. Hwasa and I laugh and we change the subject to school and finish our lunches. 

“Thanks for letting us join you for lunch y/n,” Hwasa says as we clean up and throw away our trash. 

“Of course. It’s nice to meet some of Kook’s friends!” I say, genuinely glad to have made more friends.

“Aww, you called him Kook. Are you two super close? You can tell us. We’ve been his best friends for ages now,” Jackson says.

I want to trust them, so I reply “I guess you could say that. We definitely have gotten closer these past couple of weeks.” 

“Ooh, have you now?” I hear a horrible voice behind me. Of course it’s Haneul. 

“You see, you may have gotten closer to Jungkook but I’ve known him since he was little. No one knows him better than me,” Haneul says, trying to intimidate me. 

It’s true that I still know little about the boys’ background and upbringings, but I am still surprised that Jungkook would hang out with someone like Haneul. The boys also haven’t mentioned her at all.

“You only hung out because your parents were good friends with his,” Hwasa explains with yet another eye roll. 

“Are you jealous Haneul?” Jackson teases, enjoying the glare in Haneul’s eyes.

“No, of course not. Why would I be jealous of a stupid nobody like her?” 

Wow, straight to the point. I can try to ignore it, but I’m not sure if I can deal with another person hating me. Hoseok is more than enough.

“Excuse me, I need to get to my next class.” I leave as gracefully as I can but my body still reacts to her calling me stupid. I take a deep breath and try to calm my shaking hands and racing heart. Eventually I am calm enough to walk into my next class, but my hands still tremble. 

I step into my Psychology hall, a big airy room made for a lot of students. There’s only a couple people in there as I am early because I was escaping from Haneul. 

I take a seat near the middle because I want to be able to see the board. Soon the hall starts filling up with students. A girl sits to my left and eventually a guys sits on my right. Neither of them look at me and continue to talk to their friends around them. 

The professor comes in, a kind looking man. He introduces himself as Professor Kim (so many Kims) and starts to talk. The class goes by quickly and then I’m free. First day of school done. I make my way out of the crowded hall and back into the sunlight. I check my phone and see that I have a couple missed text from Jungkook.

I’m sorry that Haneul said those things. I know ur not poor and I apologize for her words.

Y/n? Ur probably in class, but I just wanted to remind u that any of us would be happy to take u home after ur last class.

I smile at his Haneul text, but text him back to tell him that no one has to take me home.

I’m a big girl Kook, I can take myself home. But thanks :) 

I am about to round the corner of the building when I hear Haneul talking. I stop when I hear that she’s talking about me. 

“Honestly y/n probably just wants the boys money. She’s just a gold digger that acted all pitiful and the boys are too sweet to say no to her. I feel bad for her because as soon as the boys figure this out she’s going to be kicked out of their house. Actually that’ll be super funny!” 

I hear tittering laughter and turn around to go the other way, eyes slightly glassy. Is this what everyone thinks? That I’m a gold digger? If they think that, then I won’t accept anymore gifts from the boys. Them letting me stay is more than enough and I don’t want them to hear these rumors because it will impact their reputation. 

I blink the tears away and then continue to the bus stop. I check my phone to see that Jungkook has texted me again. 

Look, I know u can handle urself but I don’t want anything happening to u. Hobi-hyung is free now and I sent him to pick you up. Just this once bc it’s the first day ok? :) 

Great. I can’t let Hoseok see me like this. I sniff then blink and make sure I look okay before seeing a car pull up that has Hoseok in the driver’s seat. I text Jungkook back.

Ok just this once but no more after today Kook 

I go up to the car and open the passenger door, climbing in to a stoic Hoseok.

“Hi Hoseok. Thanks for picking me up. You don’t ever have to do this again. I told Jungkook I will be taking the bus for the rest of the year.”

“That kid didn’t even think that I have dance today, so I’m taking you to my studio. We can then go home together afterwards with Jimin,” Hoseok says with his usual coldness.

Oh boy. Going to his work? This is great. Just great.

The rest of the car ride is silent except for the light music of the radio. 

We pull up to a modern looking building that says Epiphany. I get out and follow Hoseok inside. The receptionist greets us and then Hoseok tells me to wait out here.

“My class ends in an hour and so does Jimin’s. We’ll leave after that so just wait here patiently.” He then leaves and I’m left to sit in the rather comfy chairs. The receptionist smiles at me and tells me to tell her if I need anything. 

There are two big glass windows and I can see into the studios. I see Jimin in one of them, leading stretches to younger looking children. I smile as they talk and laugh while doing their splits. I look to the other one and there’s Hoseok leading some college looking dancers in stretches too. 

The front door swings open and in walks none other than Hwasa and Haneul. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re late! Let’s go before Hobi kills us!” Hwasa says hurriedly, rushing to the studio with Hoseok in it. “Hi y/n!” She calls as she darts last me. 

Haneul is in less than a rush than Hwasa. “Oh hello y/n. What are you doing here? Surely you aren’t here for class? Only the best of the best come here.” 

“I’m just waiting for Hoseok and Jimin to finish their classes,” I say, trying to be polite even though I heard her hurtful words earlier. 

“Oh you can’t even drive? That’s rough. Or is it that you don’t have a car?” Haneul asks with a look of pity on her face.

“I can drive perfectly fine, but I don’t have a car as of right now. Anyways, aren’t you late to your class?” I ask as nicely as I can.

“Oh yeah, guess I’d better head there. Have fun sitting!” Haneul bounces away and I sigh. She’s everywhere, so I guess I better get used to her and her rude words. 

I turn my attention back to Jimin’s class. He’s leading the kids through the five ballet positions, walking around and fixing their legs and arms. His cheerful and encouraging smile makes me smile, and I can feel my heart flutter a bit. But, just as every time before, I push it away and remind myself that the boys are off limits. They all have each other and are happy. You’re just going after the first attractive people that you see y/n. And it just so happens to be your housemates. I can’t help that these are the kindest and most beautiful boys I’ve ever seen. They’re strictly friends to me and will stay that way. 

I look at Hoseok’s class, seeing that they’re now done warming up and move on to dancing hip-hop and free styling. While most of the class is good, my eye is drawn to Hoseok. This makes sense, as he is the teacher, but for some reason I can’t tear my eyes away. He looks up as he’s dancing and our eyes lock on each other. I quickly look away, my cheeks burning as he probably doesn’t like me staring at him. But then I see that his eyes are turned away too, and there is a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Or it could just be that he’s tired and sweaty from dancing. 

After both classes finish, I stand and stretch my arms from sitting for an hour. Hwasa comes out of the locker room and asks me, “What did you think? Were you impressed by my amazing dance skills?” 

I laugh and reply, “Yes of course. I didn’t know that you could dance like that!”

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know,” Hwasa teases, “Like how you don’t know that Hobi was staring at you during class?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I say, dropping my voice to a whisper-yell, “He wasn’t looking at me! He hates me! And he’s dating six other boys!”

“Whatever they all like girls too…Unfortunately I have to go now, but give me your number and text me if any updates happen!” Hwasa swiftly grabs my phone and types her number in it, winks, and then saunters out. 

That girl! Thinking Hoseok was staring at me…that’s ridiculous. She’s crazy. But I think that we’re starting a great friendship. And the boys also like girls? That’s new to me.

“Hi y/n! What did you think of our class?” That awful voice again. Haneul.

I force a smile before saying, “It was great! You all are so talented.” 

“Why, thank you. I like to think so. I’m sure you’re good at something, right? Even poor people have some��use in this world.” 

This girl. Honestly, if poor is the worst insult that she can come up with, it could be much worse.

“Look, Haneul-“

“Did you just call y/n poor?” A voice behind us asks. We both look to see Hoseok, standing with his arms crossed and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

Haneul smirks, and I know that she is thinking that Hoseok is going to agree with her. She’s probably right.

“Yes, I did call y/n poor. I mean, come on Hobi, we all know that she’s just leeching off of the boys and your money and that-“

“Haneul, even if I don’t particularly like someone that doesn’t mean I talk bad about them and call them names to their face and behind the back. That’s just rude. Don’t be a bitch.” 

Haneul is shocked and storms out of the studio. 

I turn to Hoseok to thank him. 

“Thanks Hoseok. I really appreciate it, and I’m sorry-“

“Stop apologizing. No one deserves to be bullied by others,” he says bluntly. 

“Look, can I just ask you one question? Why do you hate me?” I burst out, frustrated because he defended me but still is coldly talking to me.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t like change,” Hoseok says, sighing. 

“Okay, well I just wish that you would’ve told me beforehand. I’m sorry for being change in your life and-“

“God y/n! Stop apologizing!” Hoseok shouts. I avert my eyes to the ground, as this is my usual tactic when someone yells at me. I try not to think of my ex. 

I hear Hoseok apologize, low and slow. 

Then he says, quieter, “Look, I don’t hate you and I wish that you would stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. Let’s get this out of the way; we may not like each other but let’s try to get along for the boys’ sake. Does that sound okay?” 

I take a deep breath and nod. 

“Sure, Hoseok.”

He does a small smile for the first time at me and holds out his hand. 

“Getting along?”

I shake it. 

“Getting along.”

a/n: i was going to write more, but i thought it was better to end here! looks like y/n and hobi are finally going to maybe get along! what do you think of haneul? and stray kids, hwasa, and jackson cameo! much love y’all. have an amazing day or night wherever you are 🫶🏼🩷

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the sea around us; chapter eleven

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

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warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"We can't loop him in on this. He cannot know, Snowy." Kie says, shaking her head at me as we pull away, and I wave at Rafe out the window. He gives me a quick wave, before revving the bike and taking off.

"No, I know. I won't tell him anything he doesn't have to know." I sigh. I already know that will be much easier said than done- especially when he ran to our rescue because he heard gunshots over the phone. Note to self: don't take calls while hunting the Royal Merchant.

We make it back to the chateau and open up the envelope as soon as we can. It has some paper and a tape recorder. We listen to it with John B, and by the end, he's in tears. He hasn't heard his father's voice in so long. I hug him as he cries in my arms. He deserves a break from all this treasure hunting and the royal merchant, just to grieve. My heart breaks for him.

The papers in the envelope turned out to be a folded-up map, with an 'X' marking a spot out off the shore. It must be where the merchant is. Big John found it. Now, we just have to figure out how to get to it.

The next morning, I woke up around six to the sound of John B making breakfast in the kitchen. I find myself with my head on JJ's shoulder, and I sit up, digging for my phone in the covers before getting up, climbing over JJ, and walking out into the living room.

"A beer? Already?" I laugh, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat.

"You know it."John B smiles, taking another sip. "We got a big day ahead."

I eventually decide it'll be better to wait until I head out for coffee with Rafe, and I'll get a cookie or something. I don't bother changing out of my pajamas to go sit on the hammock outside. I lay down, and look out at the water. It's going to be another beautiful day today- there's not a cloud in the sky. I grab my phone and turn it on, just Anna has sent me some pictures of very random things, including herself. Those will go ignored for now.

I text Rafe, figuring he'll see it when he wakes up and we can iron out our plans. I'm excited. I feel guilty, almost, that last week I was admitting to being in love with JJ, but now I don't feel so worried about that. My feelings for JJ haven't changed, I do love him, but was I ever in love with him if I could feel so giddy about spending time with someone else? about kissing someone else? It's just confusing. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Rafe texts me back. He's up early.

R: oh hey, goodmorning S: you're up early? R: i'd say the same to you S: john b is a loud cooker. what's your excuse? R: gym. S: ah, gotcha. we still on for this morning? i would die for a caramel macchiato right now, lol R: yeah for sure :) i'll come get you after i'm done at around 7:20? S: sounds great! see you then :)

I lay my phone on my chest and lay back down, closing my eyes for about twenty minutes before I decide to go in and get dressed and ready. I grab a twisted tea from the fridge and walk back towards the bedroom. "Oh so now you agree it's not too early to drink." John B laughs from the porch.

"It's tea, John B. Everyone drinks tea in the morning." I joke, cracking it open.

JJ is still fast asleep when I enter, so I grab my bag and head into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and get changed into this yellow romper, and I actually find myself with some time to do my makeup after putting my hair up in a claw clip, which is a time-consuming event. I think my hair is just too heavy, so I always end up only putting half of it up. By the time I'm finished, it's about 7:15.

I hear John B talking to JJ as I come out, throwing my phone and wallet into my tote back and walking out into the living room. "Damn, you look nice," JJ says.

"I'd get changed though, we've got big plans that are probably not safe for clean clothes." He adds and John B hits his shoulder.

"She's got a date."

"Oh, right." JJ nods. "Will you be back when we get Kie and Pope at like, lunchtime?" He asks.

"Yes sir." I salute him, looking out the window when I hear a car pull up.

"It's Rafe, I gotta run," I say, downing whatever is left of my tea and leaving the can on the counter as I run out.

I hop in the passenger seat of the red convertible and put my bag at my feet. "Good morning." I smile, already fixing my hair.

"Morning," Rafe replies, putting his arm on the back of my seat and looking out the back window to reverse onto the street.

"This is a sweet car. Is it yours?" I ask and Rafe shakes his head as we drive away.

"No, no... It's my dad's." He says and I nod.

"Well, nice of him to lend it to you."

"More or less." He agrees. "He left the keys on the counter." Rafe laughs slightly.

"Oh.. is that okay? I mean, if I took my dad's truck he would probably run me over with it." I laugh. Rafe doesn't, tough crowd today.

We grab our coffees and decide to walk down the marina.

"What was happening last night?" Rafe asked, suddenly changing the subject and stopping me from rambling about the time I watched Pope and JJ climb a cell tower.

This caught me off guard, but it shouldn't. I knew he would want to know more. "We were just hanging out, like I told you," I answer, grabbing his hand as we keep walking.

"People don't shoot at kids just hanging out, Snowy." Rafe replies, looking down at me.

"Okay, yeah... You're right. JJ just isn't in their good books at the moment. Something to do with his dad and drug money or something.." I lie, knowing Luke well enough to know that it would check out.

"Right.." Rafe nods. "I just- I know I can't tell you what to do, so I won't, but that's some shit you can't get mixed up in- okay?" He says seriously.

"Yeah, I know."

"I just don't want you to get hurt. I care about you, I know I'm being crazy but I don't want to be chasing you around Kildare making sure you don't get shot." Rafe explains, running his free hand through his hair. "Your brother would lose his mind- I can't, I can't deal with that. I can't deal with you being gone I just can't-"

"You're not being crazy, Rafe. I understand." I tell him, stopping to look into his eyes. I can tell he's upset. "I still can't believe you heard gunshots and decided to run right into that mess." I laugh a little, making him smile slightly as his gaze softens.

"I'd do it for you a million times." He says and I already feel the blush spreading across my cheeks. "But, I just hope I won't have to, is what I mean."

"That was a one-time thing. It's okay." I promise him.

Rafe sighs and nods. "Good. Thank you." We keep walking, and after a few moments of silence, he continues. "I just- you know, like I said the other night, I'm pretty sure I really like you. I like being around you, I like this." I blush as he says this.

"I like it too." I smile. "You know, you're not what I thought you would be like," I add, looking up at him as we continue to walk.

"What, did you think I was mean and scary?" He chuckles.

"Yeah." I giggle.

"Yeah, well, I kind of thought the same about you." He jokes.

"Really? You're joking."

"No, I swear. I just really only know what your brother has told me about you. That you're mean, angry, entitled... but I couldn't believe you could fit that much anger in such a tiny, cute body." He laughs and I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

"Of course, he would say that."

"But, then he'd say, you don't back down from a fight, and you don't let people tell you what to do, and you don't have patience for people." He says and I nod sarcastically. "Now, the way I see it anyways, you have to be those things to make it out here. And they're not all bad. I think we're a lot alike, actually."

"Mean and scary?" I ask, laughing a little.

"Yeah, we're mean and scary." He agrees, smiling at me.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

We eventually turn back and walk back the way we came, towards the car which we left outside the coffee shop. We talk about nonsense, pretty much the whole way. I do, mostly, but lucky for me he likes to listen.

"So, uh.. should we do this again?" He asks and I nod. I haven't just had a chill, casually fun time since we stumbled onto that Grady White.

"Yeah, this was fun. I hardly spend time away from my friends, but I liked it." I smile, shielding my eyes from the sun as I look over at the brunette boy. "Speaking of.." I sigh, "I've got to get back to them. We have plans at twelve."

"Of course, yeah." Rafe nods, but I can see his jaw get tense.

Just then, I look down at my phone and see a text from John B.

JB: meet us at kook club ? S: sure? see you there

"Hey, Rafe, can you drop me off at that country club? I don't remember what it's called, you know the one." I try and explain. He looks at me confused.

"Uh, yeah sure, but are you sure they'll let you in?" He jokes.

"Not a clue- John B just asked me to meet them outside." I shrug.

When we arrive, I see everyone waiting on the grass outside, just outside the parking lot.

"Thanks so much, Rafe. I'll text you in a bit." I smile at him as he pulls over near my friends, and I reach for the door handle.

Before I get out he grabs my arm, and when I turn and look at him he kisses me. I melt into him as I kiss him back, pulling away just a few seconds later when I hear my friends shouting at us.

"Literally get a room," Kie says, and I hear the boys groaning.

I turn my head to look back at them, but Rafe stops me by putting his hand on my chin, making me face him again. "I'll see you later, Juliette." He whispers, and I give him a quick kiss before getting out and waving him off, staring as he drives away.

My friends make fun of me because they've never seen my face so red. It's well deserved.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

A/N; this part is dull as hell i'm sorry LMAO but please bear with me here bc it'll get better once the plot gets more intense, i promise -R

[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... JeanLuc

One of the few straight ships that actually makes me cry bc of the angst around them. I've been thinking about them since yesterday but I couldn't write it down cuz i fell asleep lol. Enjoy~

Modern AU

Straight ship (if you dont like, scroll pass, tnx <3)

JeanLuc

kinda longer than my usual cuz i cant control myself

probably has typos and grammatical errors since i didnt check--

Jean and Diluc are coworkers (Jean as CEO and Diluc as her PA). Diluc was supposed to be CEO but he refused the offer when his father, Crepus died and his brother, Kaeya went MIA. Everyone thought that they did not get along well since Diluc speaks bluntly and is often misinterpreted as rude while Jean, although she’s strict, has a more gentle aura around her. Both of them are pretty much the talk of the town (office??) since they are both good looking. Jean’s toned body (thanks to pilates) and Diluc’s buff structure and "mysterious" background that makes every woman (and some men) in the office swoon.

EVERYONE talks about wanting to either sleep with them or date them, there's no in between. But what the office doesn't know is that they're married and have been for 5 years. Only their close friends and family knew of their union. They didn't wear their wedding rings because it was 2 sizes small (thanks to their musician friend) so instead they wore it around their necks. Also, Jean just kept her maiden name and Diluc, although he did try to talk her out of the idea, accepted her decision.

However, one day Jean overheard Donna say that she will ask Diluc out again during the end of the year ball. Normally Jean wouldn't be surprised by this but this was DONNA and that woman keeps on bugging her husband despite him politely rejecting her multiple times.

This caused Jean to be out of it which did not go unnoticed by Diluc, so he decided to confront her about it when he handed her her 5th coffee of the day. Jean confessed to him about Donna’s plan and Diluc just told her not to worry about Donna and that he’ll handle it when it happens. And, of course, Jean trusts her man so much it's sort of amazing (absolutely ridiculous as Lisa told her).

On the night of the ball, Donna approached Diluc and asked to speak with him alone at the balcony. Jean and Diluc locked eyes before Jean discreetly waved him off as she spoke with Eula. Around 10 minutes have passed and she still hasn't spotted Diluc. So she went off to the balcony and as soon as she arrived there, Jean saw that Donna lunged forward to kiss Diluc and had sadly succeeded. Just as Jean was about to angrily march at Donna, Diluc pushed the woman away firmly.

“I already told you I’m married and you need to stop this nonsense” he enunciated firmly. “I don’t see a ring on your finger! Please Diluc, stop resisting and lying to me,” Donna desperately wailed as she gripped his arm tight. “My wife would not take this action lightly anymore if you keep this up,” Diluc, once again, remarks harshly. Donna scoffed and then smirked, “She’s not even here. What are you gonna do? FaceTime her? I know you only have like 10 contacts there and none of them are of your wife’s!”

Jean decided to step up, “Actually, she’s gonna file a harassment report to the HR and put you under investigation.” she sharply denoted as she walked towards them. Her heels tapping against the tiled floor loudly despite the party ongoing inside. “I’d love it if you back away from my husband, Donna. I have tolerated you long enough because you are an excellent worker. However, my patience for you has become too thin for my liking and this is the last straw.” jean disclosed as she crossed her arms with her chin up. Donna looked at the both of them back and forth with her mouth opening and closing, resembling a fish, before she excused herself and left the two of them alone.

Diluc smirked at his wife, “well that confrontation took you 7 years,” he teased her "A bit earlier than I anticipated." Diluc chuckled. Jean blushed and looked away, “It's because I trusted your judgement and knew you are capable of handling this kind of situation. But today…. I’ve had enough.” Diluc held her hand and kissed her knuckles, staring at her blue eyes the entire time. “Does this mean that it’s time to let the company know?”

Jean bites her lip before nodding, “I would feel better if we did, yes.” Diluc chuckled at her before tidying his suit, “I believe I deserve some sort of reward for tonight’s hard work. I had to deal with that for what felt like an hour—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jean grabs his face and kisses him. “the audience be damned” was the last thought diluc had before kissing her back.

Because tonight, he will be giving all his attention to his wife only.

"Also, I'm beginning to wonder what name you put under my number since Donna said--"

"A-ah well..."

(T'was Dandelion Tights)