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"AITA for pushing my best friend away?"

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warnings: english is not my first language!! use of (y/n), teenagers in love lol

This it my first time posting here and I really don't know how to use Reddit but...

I (17M) have been friends with this girl (17F) since my first year of high school. I've never been really sociable and I can only say that, until then, I had one friend but ever since I met her, I have considered her a really close friend.

We go to the same class and I’ve been getting this weird feeling whenever I see her or when we talk. It has been happening for a while now, but ever since we came back from break, it has affected me mentally. I can't concentrate on tasks and I need to prepare for my final exams and university entrance exams so I have decided to just, ignore her, I guess?

The thing is that the feeling has not gone away and it has grown and I don't know what to do. Maybe she's not the problem and I just have anxiety for the future? idk.

Am I the asshole for pushing her away without an explanation? I'm the worst with social interactions.

It was the middle of Tsukishima's third year, a time that should have been filled with the usual grind of studying, volleyball practice, and casual banter with friends. But lately, something had shifted. And it had everything to do with his best friend (Y/N).

She had been friends with Tsukishima for more than three years. Tsukishima could not remember what brought him closer to her, but he remembered clearly that he first noticed her his second day at Karasuno. (Y/N) was not afraid of challening him and his sharp tongue, and somehow, even when he didn't mean to, he let his cold demeanor down whenever she was with him. If he was being honest, being friends with her was easy and everybody knew it.

It was easy until he spent a week away visiting Akiteru. Then, he started to feel it - a weird and unfamiliar tightness in his chest whenever he saw her texts on his screen and the heat on his cheeks whenever he opened her Instagram story. He dismissed it as home sickness. Truth be told, he had not been away from home for more than a few days and even when they had no school, (Y/N) and Yamaguchi were always trying to hang out with him but, why would his heart skip a beat whenever his phone pinged with a notification?

Then, it became worse. Back at school, his heart quickened whenever he heard her laugh or when her hand would softly brush his trying to reach a pencil. It made no sense to him and the uncertainty gnawed at him, annoyed as well. He needed to concentrate on getting a good grade for his university entrance exam and needed no distractions.

So, he began to isolate himself and push her away.

It started small—avoiding eye contact, muttering curt answers when she asked how his day was. Soon, he stopped texting her back, stopped waiting for her after classes, and made excuses when (Y/N) asked to hang out. She didn’t seem to notice at first, still bright and hopeful, assuming that Tsukki was just being his usual, antisocial self. But then she started frowning more, voice dropping when asking him if there was something worng and sighing whenever her texts weren't answered.

Tsukishima opened his laptop to see that his Reddit post had comments on it and opened it quickly.

"Hey! YTA bruh."

"you have feelings for her lol i can feel it from this side of the screen... weird feeling and can't concentrate on tasks!! bro, you are in love with this girl but yeh, YTA for pushing her away without saying a damn thing so you need to fix this if you want her to be your friend or girlfriend lmao good luck"

"you're just a teenager in love, talk to her"

Like her? Not even like her, LOVE her? Tsukishima shook his head, blushing sightly at the sight of those words on his screen. He didn't like her like that, right?

Tsukishima turned his computer off, laying his head on the desk, closing his eyes. The closer he got to (Y/N), the harder it became to ignore those feelings happening inside him. He hated it. He hated the vulnerability that came with trying to find out his true feelings for her, because, even if he wanted to avoid them, they were completely true.

Since the beginning of their friendship, he always found her pretty and as time passed as he got to know her, he knew he was completely fucked.

Why did he let it get so hard? He could never tell her. What would she say? She would probably reject him and ruin their whole friendship and that what something he did not want at all. Not now that they were going to the same universitry but he was not like Kuroo, who told him stories about his university flings or Bokuto, who had no problem telling anyone what he felt.

(Y/N) deserved someone better than him, someone that could communicate their problems and love her unconditionally. Tsukishima sighed deeply, moving from his desk to his bed, looking at his phone, trying to find her last messages that he had not responded. If he told her how he felt, she’d probably laugh it off or, worse, feel sorry for him.

And so, he kept her at arm’s length, until one afternoon.

"Tsukki, wait!" (Y/N)'s voice rang out and Tsukishima froze. He had just finished volleyball practice and was walking back to the volleyball club room when he heard rapid footsteps walking up the stairs.

He turned slowly, adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat, looking at the shorter girl, still in her uniform, up and down.

"What?'" His tone was flat but she didn't back down, instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him angrily.

She stepped closer. "You've been avoiding me." Her eyes searched his face for an answer. "For like... two weeks now. Care to explain why?"

Tsukishima clenched his jaw, hands tigheting into fists at his side. She was completely right and the truth was sitting like a weight on his chest. He had no escape now and had to make a decision: tell you the truth and suffer the consequences of her rejection or lie and hope she believes his lie.

He was about to open his mouth but the sight of (Y/N)'s face stopped him. There was no sight of anger but of concern and hurt that broke his heart. He was a complete asshole.

"Did I do something to upset you? I-"

"No." Tsukishima replied, heart pounding. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then?" She stepped even closer to him, little space between them. "I don't understand why you've been pushing me away and not answering my texts or even looking at me."

He couldn't tell her. He couldn't but her saddened eyes bore into him, desperate for an answer and he crumbled under her gaze, like always.

"You need to talk to me, Tsukki." She whispered. "Please."

"I..." He took a deep breath, eyes darting away from her face. "I like you."

The silence that followed felt deafening and she blinked, stunned at the soft words spoken by the boy. He turned away, heat rising to his cheeks.

"I don't expect you to like me back." he said "But I... I suppose I needed to tell you even though that may have totally ruined our friendship."

(Y/N) stepped closer to him and, trembling, hugged him from behind, his, still, sweaty body, jumping from the sudden closeness of her body to his.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice was gentle and low, as if she was hiding her face too and her touch sent a shiver down Tsukishima's spine.

"It's stupid, right?"

She giggled, shaking her had. "You're an idiot, Tsukishima Kei." She stopped hugging her for a second and he turned, eyes widening at her rosy cheeks and big smile. "I've liked you for a year now."

"What?"

She blushed again, looking into his golden eyes. "I thought you'd never notice or that you didn't want to hurt my feelings."

Tsukishima stared at the girl in front of him, trying to process her words. He didn't know what to say to her. He had never had a girlfriend or even had a girl approach him like this. He had his first kiss with a girl on Kageyama's birhtday party last year but that was it.

"I... I don't know how to proceed." He admitted. "The... Boyfriend-girlfriend thing? I'll screw things up."

She laughed softly and nodded. "You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Duh."

She smiled and nodded again. "That's okay. I don't know either but... We'll figure it out?"

For a moment, Tsukishima stood there, watching (Y/N) as she played with the sleeve of his jacket. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some control at the thought of (Y/N) being his girlfriend but he took a step closer, reaching for one of her hands, interwining his fingers with hers while his other hand went to her face, caressing her cheek softly.

His heart thudded heavily in his chest as (Y/N) stood on her tiptoes, tilting her head slighty and eyes closing as her lips brushed against his, tentative, as if she were asking for permission and he froze once again, but, without a second thought, he leaned into the kiss, his hand slipping from her cheek to her waist, pulling her just a bit closer.

Just as he was about to pull away, a loud, familiar voice echoed down the hall.

"WOAHHHH! WHAT IS THIS?!"

Tsukishima froze, his lips still hovering close to (Y/N)'s as his eyes snapped open in horror. Both of them quickly turned to see Hinata standing a few feet away, mouth agape, eyes wide in shock and delight.

Before either could react, Yamaguchi came jogging up behind Hinata, looking confused.

"Hinata, why are you yelling—" His words died in his throat as he took in the sight of (Y/N) and Tsukishima, still standing too close, cheeks flushed from the kiss.

"Oh," Yamaguchi said, a grin spreading across his face. "Ohhhh."

"Tsukishima!" Hinata’s voice was full of glee, as if he had just stumbled upon the best gossip of his life. "You were kissing (Y/N)!" His tone was incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

"I knew something was up!" Hinata continued, practically bouncing in place with excitement. " I never thought I'd see the day!"

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the heat rise to his face. "Shut up, Hinata."

But Hinata was on a roll. "Kissing in the hallway, huh? That’s so unlike you, Tsukki!" He paused dramatically, eyes widening even further. "Wait—are you dating?!" Hinata gasped, then leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "So, how long has this been going on, huh? How many secret kisses? How many dates? Tell me everything!"

Tsukishima, already at his limit, glared at Hinata with a deadly expression, his lips pressed into a tight line. "If you don’t shut up in the next three seconds, I’m going to kill you."

But Hinata, fearless as ever, just grinned wider. "You’re in love, Tsukishima! Admit it! You’re all soft now!"

Yamaguchi snickered, clearly enjoying the sight of his usually stoic best friend looking so flustered. Hinata, sensing he had pushed enough buttons for one day, held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! I’ll stop! But seriously, this is amazing! I can’t wait to tell Kageyama!"

"Don’t you dare," Tsukishima growled, his voice dangerous low, glaring at the orange-haired ball of energy. But as much as he wanted to snap, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips when he looked down at (Y/N).

He rolled his eyes, squeezing (Y/N)'s arm as he walked past her, heading towards the club room. "Wait here, I'll walk you home."

Hinata, ever the observant one when it came to emotions, pointed dramatically at Tsukishima. "See! He’s smiling! He likes this! He’s totally in love!

"Hinata, shut the hell up."

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update: hey reddit, I looked at all your comments and decided to talk things with her which was great. Made her my girlfriend and had our first date yesterday, it was great and I think she enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for all your advice.

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thinking how Dick always finds ways to hang out with his brothers. but reality is that, they have grown with different schedules and locations and responsibilities. his brothers have partners now. Jason is a dad for goodness sake.

Dick finds himself often emotional. he is a man nearing his 30's, but he still often misses his younger brothers.

so Dick tries.

Dick, calls Jason, who is in Star City: Hey, Little Wing. You free this Saturday? There's a new action movie. Want to check it out?

Jason, pouts at the other end of the phone: Sorry, Dickie. I have to attend to Lian's reading playdate at her friend's house. Roy refuses to go.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, of course, yeah. I'm glad you're there to teach Roy how to read.

Jason, laughs which makes Dick smile: Hey, lay off! But maybe we can watch another movie next month? My schedule is kinda booked this month-

Dick, doesn't mean to cut his brother off: No problem, Jay. Next time, yeah? Maybe me and Wally can visit soon.

Jason: You both should. Lian is asking for her favorite uncles. Please don't tell Tim and Conner I told you that.

Dick, laughs: I'll see you soon, Little Wing. Miss you. Say "hi" to Lian for me. And "fuck you" to Roy for me.

Jason, chuckles which makes Dick smile again: You got it, Goldie. See ya!

Dick keeps trying.

Dick knocks on the door of Tim's room and cherishes this moment, because Tim is barely at the Manor. Well, none of them mostly are at the Manor for years now. He enters when Tim says "come in".

Dick: Timmy!! Want to try this new coffee-

he closes his mouth when he sees Tim in front of the mirror, wearing a suit and fixing a tie.

Dick, frowns: Oh, you leaving already?

Tim bites his lip as he concentrates to fixing the tie. Dick chuckles and approaches Tim to do it for him.

Tim: Yes, going to Metropolis for a business meeting. Then off to New York after, booked that hotel for me and Kon.

Tim gestures to the packed bag on the floor.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, right right. I almost forgot.

he backs up and smiles at his brother.

Dick: Well, looks like you're ready to go. You look handsome, Baby Bird.

Tim, smiles: Thank you, Dick.

he gives Dick a quick hug and Dick wishes it was longer.

Tim: See you next week, Dick!

Dick: Have fun! See you, Timmy!

before Tim exists his room, he turns around.

Tim: You were saying something a while ago? Sorry, I didn't catch it.

Dick: It's nothing.

Tim: You better tell me when I come back. Bye, Dick!

Dick, says to the empty room: Bye...

and Dick keeps trying.

Dick is barely with Damian during patrols anymore, so he's glad his brother called for back up, since Bruce was in another planet with the Justice League. Damian has grown so much, he's been using new suits, because he has outgrown a few of the older ones.

Nightwing: Hey, Robin. Want to catch some Big Belly burgers after we freshen up?

Robin: I think I'll have to pass, Nightwing. Superboy is picking me up in a few.

Nightwing, feels a pang on his chest: Right, right. He better not drop you.

Robin, snorts, but he smiles so Nightwing smiles also: He would never.

before Nightwing leaves Robin on the rooftop, he leans down to kiss the top of his head. it hits him that very long ago, he acted as his father figure when Batman was gone.

Nightwing: Take care, okay? Love you.

Nightwing thought he would not get a response, but as soon as he turns around to head for home, he hears Robin.

Robin: Love you, Akhi.

Dick has come to accept that his brothers are grown up now. that maybe he wasn't part of their lives anymore, he could honestly cry-

so when the door opens of their house, he expects to see Wally, bringing flowers and food like usual, but he sees his brothers instead. Jason has a box on his hand, which happens to be a copy of the movie they were supposed to watch. Tim has a bag of coffee from the new cafe place. Damian has a bag from Big Belly Burger. and if there tears on his eyes when they hang out that night, at least he's got his brothers to cuddle with on the couch.

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Hungry Like The Wolf

Chapter Fourteen

She hadn't seen her best friend, Lando, in years. She didn't run into him the last time she was visiting her father and she doubted she'd see him this time. Things were different now. She wasn't aware of his furry little problem. Just like she wasn't aware of the vampires plaguing the town.

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Lando disappeared out of her house that night. He didn't care about getting caught as he ran down her stairs and leapt through her window.

The shattering glass had her entire family waking up, but Lando didn't care as he chased the unfamiliar scent. NOT SAFE! NOT SAFE! NOT SAFE! His mind screamed at him as his paws hit the ground.

Before Toto could leap out of bed and discover what all of the commotion was, Lando had disappeared into the woods, chasing after the unfamiliar wolf. He was going to do anything to keep her safe.

As soon as Lando had disappeared into the woods, she had her phone up to her ear. Panic had her heart thudding in her chest as she waited for the phone to be answered. He wasn't quick about it, either. She couldn't understand why it was taking so long for him to pick up, why he wasn't answering the phone immediately.

"Hi," Oscar said, voice groggy like he'd just woken up. But that didn't make sense, since Vampires didn't sleep.

But she didn't have time to unpack that. "Oscar, he's gone," she said quickly, her gaze fixed on the woods. It was almost like he'd reappear if she looked hard enough. "He was in my house and then he just ran off! I don't know what to do and I'm panicking!"

"Okay, okay, I'm on my way." He didn't say goodbye, but she knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he was there. A matter of minutes for him to get across town and into her house.

A knock at her door had her jumping. Before she had a chance to open it, her father was striding into her room, eyes wide with panic. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly, looking around for any sign of an intruder.

"Dad, I'm fine," she replied and slipped her phone into her pocket. She glanced back towards the woods before returning her gaze to her father. "I asked Oscar if he could come over. Is that okay?"

"More than okay," Toto said as he released a breath. His family was okay, and that was all that mattered.

It was moments later when the door bell rang. She stepped around her father and rushed down the stairs to pull open the door. There stood Oscar, chest heaving as he stared down at her. "Are you okay?" He asked as he stepped into the house and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm fine, Oscar," she said quickly. She looked past him, but she could see nothing. No sign of Lando. "But he just ran off. He went through the window and disappeared!"

But Oscar looked past her. "Mr Wolff," he said as his fingers moved through her hair. "Have you guys got anything you can board the window up with? I can help."

Toto looked around. "We'll find somewhere to stay for the night," he said, his arms around his family. "Do you think you and that other boy can come by tomorrow and help me fix it?"

"Of course, Mr Wolff," Oscar replied. His arm was still around her and he walked her past them and up the stairs. Toto looked at him, but his expression was more grateful than anything else. Grateful that her daughter had found someone so caring.

Oscar got her into her bedroom. He sat on the bed as she began packing an overnight bag. "What way did he go?" Oscar asked as he looked out of her window.

"The woods," she said as she shoved a pair of jeans into a bag. "Osc, he jumped through the fucking window! What if he's hurt?"

"Relax, sweetheart" said Oscar as he stood up. "I'll find him, okay? I'll make sure he's okay and bring him home, okay?"

"Okay," she said and wrapped her arms around him. "You be careful too, yeah?"

"I will," he reassured her and kissed the top of her head.

Oscar disappeared out of her window. He pulled it open and jumped out, landing like a gymnast (get it?) before he disappeared into the woods.

Oscar wasn't a gifted tracker. It was usually Logan who did the tracking out of the vampires. But calling him to help track down Logan was suicide, especially under the light of the full moon.

There were so many scents to pick up, it was hard to sort through them all to find Lando's. But it was there, leading him in the direction of the Pack house, or leading him further into the woods. The one further into the woods was the freshest, so that was the one Oscar followed.

He moved swiftly and listened carefully. The wolves were too far away for him to be able to hear them, but he was still careful. There was no telling what they'd do if they found him, not with the full moon affecting them.

The scents of the woods and a new scent were distracting, but Oscar kept on. He was getting closer to the edge of town, and more smells were filling his nose. It was headache inducing and he just wanted to stop. Shut it all out and stop.

But Lando was close, he could tell.

And there he was, at the edge of the woods. A road separated them and the next town over and Lando was just staring. He was on two feet, body naked and chest heaving.

"Lando," Oscar called as he approached. He pulled his hoodie over his head and held it out towards him.

Lando's eyes were yellow as he stared at him. His teeth were still sharp, not all the way transformed back into a human. "Lan," Oscar whispered. He held his hand out, tried to grab a hold of him, but Lando was still.

Oscar stepped closer. Close enough to grab his hand. Lando didn't move as Oscar's hand closed around his own. "Come back to me, Lan."

As if hearing him for the first time, Lando sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, they had returned to their usual pretty colour. "It was another wolf," he said as he stared across the road. He didn't care for the cars zooming past, but stepped back when Oscar pulled him back. "Smells like a pack."

"Tell me what happened," Oscar said gently. He took the hoodie from Lando's hands and pulled it over Lando's head, helping him to get dressed into it.

Lando kept the hood on his head, almost as if he was trying to hide himself. "He was by her house, just watching. What if a new pack encroaches on our territory? And why was he waiting by her house?"

Oscar's hand was gentle as he placed it on Lando's back. "It's okay," he said, much like what he had said to her in her bedroom. "We'll talk to Mark and the Pack and see what we can do."

Lando gave a nod. At the slight pressure Oscar placed on his back, he started forward. "Do you know you jumped through her window?" Oscar asked him with a slight laugh.

Lando's eyes went wide. "I did?" He asked.

"Yeah." Oscar laughed slightly. "We're helping Mr Wolff to board it up tomorrow."

Lando looked at him. "Is she okay?" He asked, voice quieter than Oscar had ever heard it before.

"She's okay," Oscar confirmed.

Good. That was all that mattered.

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‘don’t hate me’

“Across the Earth” Part 2: satoru gojo x reader

part 1 | part 3

Synopsis: satoru struggles with your constant anger at him and ponders if you've ever cared about him the way he cares about you. his temporary solution to his conflict is to force you along with him to his villa

to sum it up: "why can't she love me?"

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“Wakey, wakey!”

You groan as the blare of the sun irritates your eyes until you open, unsure of whether the voice that sang into your ear moments ago was a hallucination inspired by your sleepy state or not. 

You rub your hand over your eyes, stretching your arms out and rolling over to find Satoru leaned over, his face inches away from yours with a dopey smile.

You screech, jumping up and shuffling to the other side of your bed, eyes wide as your vision adjusts to the blue eyed man’s figure standing at the edge of your bed with a to-go bag in hand. He chuckles to himself, looking over you mischievously. “Oops, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You grumble incoherently to yourself, adjusting to your steady regain of consciousness. You turn to look out the window and see that it is still early morning by the way the sun sits in the sky. You sigh and crawl over to your nightstand to reach for your phone, eyes hazy when you catch the time reading 9:05.

“What are you doing?” you exhale tiredly, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed and looking up at Satoru with sleepy eyes as you scratch your head. You miss the way he stumbles over his words slightly and averts his gaze for a second before he’s placing the paper bag he held onto your lap. 

“Wishing you a happy morning,” he says. “I got you breakfast.”

You furrow your brows, peering into the bag’s contents to find a lox bagel with cream cheese, something you had loved for years. You blink, reaching in to grab it instantly, your mind fixing solely on hunger that bubbles at the sight of the bagel. 

“You would not believe the line I had to wait in to get this thing. New Yorkers are so bossy, pushing each other around and yelling for no reason that early in the morning,” Satoru rambles about his first experience at a bakery in the city. “This one guy almost took off my head because I tried to move around to see the display case. He thought I was cutting the line or something.”

“You went out this morning?” you ask softly, peering up at him as you grasp the large bagel in your hands.

“Yeah, just got back,” he answers casually.

You hum in appreciation. “Thanks, Toru,” you say mindlessly before taking a huge bite.

Satoru’s cheeks warm slightly and he’s waving you off like it’s nothing. “So, what time are we heading out?”

You look at him inquisitively, mouth full. “We?” your muffled voice repeats.

“That’s what I said.”

You don’t have the capacity to ask further right now as you still wake yourself up. “In ‘firty I go,” you tell him, mouth full. 

He snickers. “Thirty minutes?”

You nod.

“Alright then, you go get dressed and I’ll wait for you out here,” Satoru makes his way to the doorway leading to the living room. You furrow your brows, swallowing harshly.

“Wait,” you stop him. “What do you mean? Where’s Suguru and Shoko?”

“Out to breakfast.”

“...Why aren’t you with them?”

“Cause I was getting you breakfast.”

“But,” you shake your head. “Why are you waiting for me? You know I have somewhere to go soon.”

“Oh, that’s because I'm coming with you,” he smiles and you straighten up, perplexed.

“What?”

“I wanna see where you’re working.”

You purse your lips. “I don’t think that’s…”

“And I want to visit the museum.”

“...Okay, then can’t you visit later?”

Satoru tilts his head back over his shoulders, casting you a sarcastic gaze. “Why? ‘You pushing me away again already?”

“Um- no?! It’s just not professional for me to pull up to a meeting with my friend hanging around!”

He smiles. “Relax, I’ll be good. It’ll be like I’m not even there.”

“No, Satoru,” you stand, putting your bagel down to rummage through your drawers for an outfit. “I’ll see you after, but you can’t come with me.”

“Come on,” he complains dramatically. “Not even for a little bit?”

“No.”

“What if I just take a peek inside?”

“I said no.”

“Can’t you at least let me drive you there?”

You halt, turning to look at his pleading eyes. “And what about our friends who are out?”

“I can always go pick them up when they’re done,” he persuades. “Come on, come on,” he drawls. “Let me give you a ride, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

You exhale, pressing your lips into a straight line. “Alright, fine!” you begrudgingly accept. “But just one ride, and you don’t go inside. Got it?”

“How about two rides, one and there and back,” he presses.

“I don’t know when I’ll be done or what I’m doing after, Satoru.”

“Sure you do, you’re hanging with us, remember?” he reminds you of last night’s conversation.

“I never agreed to that.”

“That’s too bad, I wasn’t asking,” he grins.

“God, you’re so annoying! Okay, sure, whatever, two rides. But that’s it, you hear me? You’re not going into that museum while I’m meeting there.”

“Ugh, you wound me,” he frowns theatrically. “But I suppose that’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go away while I get dressed,” you dismiss him. “And take a shower while you’re at it.”

Satoru’s face falls in horror. “Do I stink?!”

You pinch your nose and pucker your lips in fake disgust. “Not yet, but the longer you keep those clothes on from yesterday without bathing, you will.”

“You’re so mean,” he pouts. “At least you don’t hear me saying anything about your morning breath.”

You grit your teeth, picking out a pair of random jeans and chucking them at the white haired man who caught them in his hand with ease. “Get out now!”

He laughs, turning to take your pants with you. “You’re not getting these back,” he sings, pulling the door closed behind him.

The two of you are refreshed and dressed on time for you to make it to the museum with a few minutes to spare. Satoru walks you to his rental car parked on the side of the street a few blocks down, a sleek black convertible with no hood greeting your sight.

You stare at the vehicle in agitated awe as Satoru holds the passenger seat door open for you, lenses of his dark glasses gleaming like the pride in his blue eyes as he watches your expression. “After you,” he says with a goofy tone.

You scoff, stepping into the car cautiously. There are times when Satoru’s wealth, though a constant fact nagging in the back of your head, truly astonishes you. This is the same guy who drops thousands at the mall every other weekend for fun when the group tags along, showering his money into registers like it’s nothing. And of course, there’s the fact that Satoru planned and booked a trip across the world within a day and managed to find a rental car and a villa that suits his expensive tastes. You roll your eyes. He’s so obnoxious with his money at times. 

“You’re insane,” you mumble and he giggles, shutting the door behind you and rounding the car to step into the driver’s seat. 

Despite Satoru’s privilege, however, he is and always has been a very very poor driver. You are sorely reminded of this fact when he weaves through the already hectic streets of New York, honking impatiently with his arm slung over the side and nearly ramming into bumpers at a stoplight, his driving matching his carefree personality and the chaos of the city rather well. You simply pray that you won’t die in the passenger seat of his car.

As some time passes, you look over and catch a glimpse of his stunning side profile as he drives, loose sweater teasing his collarbone and neck muscles while his veiny hand grips the wheel tight, fingers occasionally running over and thrumming against the leather. 

Your eyes then drift down to his exposed forearms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His muscles tense every now and then with the rotation of the wheel, his head throwing over his shoulder to glimpse behind him before merging sloppily. 

He catches your eyes once as you’re staring, and you’re quick to look away, clearing your throat and hardening your eyes. It’s his turn to look at you now, seizing his opportunity when he hits another red light. 

His blue eyes roam over your face, studying the curve of your brow and the subtle pout in your plump lips. He breathes in slowly, chest rising as the sight of your face makes his heart skip a beat. You blink a lot, he notices, your lashes fluttering against your soft cheeks, the curve of your cheekbone brightened by the glow of the morning sun. 

He sees you turn to face him, round (e/c) eyes reaching his and making his throat run dry. He doesn’t look away, and his hearing is muffled until you nudge his shoulder harshly. Suddenly, the blare of car horns and your urgent voice registers. 

“Satoru!” you shout. “The light!”

He looks up and sees that it has turned green and the car in front of him is long gone. He snorts, immediately slamming into the gas and jerking the two of you into motion. “Whoops,” he grins, and you’re flicking his forehead. 

“Being in the car with you is a threat to my life, I swear,” you roll your eyes, turning to hide your flushed face.

“Wouldn’t you rather be with me than in a taxi?” 

“What do you think?”

Satoru chuckles. “Sucks for you then, because as long as I’m around you’re riding with me.”

“Gee, I’m so lucky,” you quip sarcastically.

“I know right?”

After a grueling fifteen minutes, you finally pull up to the sidewalk by the museum behind a row of cabs. Satoru puts the car in park and leans over you to look up at the building over his glasses. “Wow,” he comments. “You must be losing your shit over this, huh nerd?”

“Insult me all you want,” you say. “I’m having a great time here.”

“I’m sure you are,” he hums. Your eyes scan the steps to the MET swiftly before you spot Aoto to the left while Satoru examines the area curiously. 

“Oh! I see Aoto,” you announce, unbuckling your seatbelt and slinging your back over your shoulder. 

Satoru’s brows pinch together, his gaze attempting to follow yours to locate your research partner. “Where?”

You point out to the brunette dressed in a light button up and slacks, seemingly waiting for your arrival. “There,” you say. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

“Hold on,” he stops you, grabbing your arm gently to keep you from leaving just yet. You look at him with a strange expression.

“What is it now?”

“Well, it’d be rude of me not to introduce myself now that I’m here,” he says flatly.

“Why would you need to do that?”

“To be polite.”

“But he doesn’t even know who you are.”

“Exactly, hence introducing myself,” he says, looking at you blankly.

You don’t have the opportunity to stop him before he’s honking his horn, waving into the air aggressively and calling out to Aoto. Your eyes go wide and you turn to grip his extended arm to lower at, hissing at him to shut up, but it’s too late.

The commotion catches Aoto’s attention as well as the attention of many others. You watch the brunette turn into your direction, scrunching his face oddly before releasing it when he sees you next to the odd white haired man calling him over.

You panic when he heads your way, slapping at Satoru’s chest and knee. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you hiss, and he’s smirking evilly.

Aoto steps down and approaches your passenger door, ducking his head to look into the car. He looks at you first, smiling kindly as Satoru stares, observing intensely with a tight lipped smile. “Morning, (Y/n),” a laugh bubbles lightly in his words as you tighten your face with embarrassment and flash him a nervous smile, ripping your hands from Gojo’s body.

“Hi,” you greet shortly.

“I see you’ve found a better ride today,” he jokes, and Satoru can feel a muscle in his eye twitch at the sound of him being humorous with you a day after meeting. Aoto looks at Satoru, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “How’s it going?”

“Oh just great,” Satoru grins, his one hand still taut on the steering wheel. “You must be uhhh… Apollo?”

You crick your neck when Satoru purposely fumbles the brunette’s name to his face.

Aoto takes it well, chuckling softly. “Uh, close, it’s Aoto,” he smiles. “But people butcher it all the time,” he lies.

“Oh, I’m sure,” Satoru nods slowly. 

“(Y/n), this a friend of yours?”

You sigh. “Yeah, he’s just visiting-“

“Satoru Gojo,” your albino friend extends a hand over your lap into Aoto’s direction. Your research partner clasps it firmly, shaking with a friendly grip. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Likewise.” You notice Aoto move to tug his hand away, but Satoru holds on for a second longer, keeping his grip tight before letting him go. “That’s a hell of a handshake you got there.”

“Thank you,” Satoru grins. “So I hear you and (Y/n) are working together?”

“Sure are. We’re actually heading in soon to meet with a historian,” Aoto explains. “Your friend here is a really passionate girl. It’s already a pleasure to get to chat with her about all this stuff,” the older man compliments you, and you laugh bashfully. 

Gojo, however, does not find anything funny. His tight smile is frozen on his face as he watches Aoto look at you with what you would call a “friendly” gaze, but what Satoru knows as a look that reveals his hidden desire to have sex with you.

He can feel himself losing his cool, the very thought of you spending all day with this creep making him lose his mind.

You turn to look at Gojo oddly upon detecting a sudden foulness in his mood. 

“Funny, you got all that out of her in one day?” Satoru lifts his brows, glossy lips parted as he holds a finger to his chin as though he is completely indulged in what Aoto is saying. You don’t understand why he is all of a sudden behaving so rudely. He has no right, after all, since this is your sanctuary he insisted upon intruding.

“A day is generous. Maybe even less,” Aoto jokes in high spirits, and you try to laugh along with him, but the glare in Satoru’s eyes distracts you as he looks between you and your research partner repeatedly. 

“Well, gosh, luckily for me, I’ve known her for three years,” Satoru smiles, turning to look at you. “Isn’t that right?”

You give him a warning glare, to which he blatantly ignores and turns back to face your research partner. 

“She gets shy when I put her on the spot, but it’s true.”

“In that case, I’m sure you guys have a great friendship.”

“We really do.”

“Alright,” you jump in to cut the strange sense of strain in the air. “I think it’s about time we head in,” you say to Aoto.

He shrugs with a soft smile. “Sure, let’s go. Hey, nice meeting you Gojo,” he waves to the blue eyed pain in the ass next to you, and the said man grins.

“Take care, buddy.”

You are about to hop out of the vehicle to join Aoto when you pause. “Actually, Aoto, could you give us a minute? I think my chapstick fell out in here somewhere.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem. I’ll just be inside then.”

“Okay.”

You wait until Aoto is far enough to be out of earshot before whipping your head around and punching Satoru square in the shoulder. “Ow!” he yelps, rubbing the sore area, his uncivil facade fading. “That hurt!”

“What the hell was that, huh?” you ask through gritted teeth. “Why were you being so rude?”

“I wasn’t,” he exhales with irritation. “I was just scoping him out, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal, Satoru, because that’s the guy I’m working with! You know, for a real research opportunity?”

“Yeah, so you’ve said a hundred times already,” he remarks sassily. “It wasn’t that serious.”

“Nothing ever is to you, is it?” you growl, anger consuming your mind. Your thoughts of why you stepped away from Satoru in the first place instantly return, face flustering in embarrassment and heart pounding. 

Why did he always have to make a scene everywhere he went? Why does he have to constantly be the center of attention with no regard for how his behavior impacts anyone else?

Satoru looks at you with a slightly hurt and befuddled expression. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a child,” you huff, gathering your belongings into your lap with haste. Satoru grabs your arm again before you can leave for the second time.

“Woah, woah, woah, hold on,” he rushes out. “Did I actually piss you off just now?”

“Answer your own questions, Satoru, since you seem to know everything.”

A dent forms in the space between his brows as he peers down at you incredulously. “You’re getting this worked up over me messing with some random guy?”

“My research partner,” you clarify.

“Whatever! Why does it matter?”

“It matters because you don’t think it does! You only give meaning to the things you care about, and you knock everyone else down along the way. It’s exhausting!”

“How was I supposed to know that you’d care so much about what I say to him? You just met him yesterday.”

“You still don’t even get it,” you shake your head. “Why would you?”

“Why are you snapping at me, (Y/n)?” Satoru frowns. “I thought we were good. I thought I didn’t do anything to make you mad at me.”

“That was yesterday, Satoru. This is today.”

“And you’re this angry at me over something so small? Nothing built up to you blowing up on me like this?”

“Maybe I’m just sick of you being an asshole.”

You yank your arm away, throwing open the door and slamming it behind you. Satoru sits back, lips parted in shock, reeling at the rate at which you had grown upset with him. He feels his heart ache, unsure of why you care so much about one interaction he had with a guy neither of you knows. 

You’re right. He doesn’t understand. He can’t understand.

He can’t understand how this man gets to spend all of his time with you after you stripped your time away from Satoru forcefully, without even telling him why. You can’t understand why you defend Aoto, grow angry for him, resentful and hurtful. You called Satoru a child, you called him an asshole, you claimed that he didn’t care about how things affected others when all he cares about in this godforsaken world is you, and yet somehow, you’ve antagonized him and left him behind.

Where is your gratitude for the years he spent by your side ensuring that you weren’t lonely? Where is your gratitude for the tears he wiped away, shed for your isolation from an unloving family? Where is your gratitude for remembering all of your favorite foods, your likes, your dislikes, the things you are allergic to, the things you dream about attaining, your favorite animal, your favorite piece of clothing, your best and worst subjects in school, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what makes your nose scrunch up in disgust and your eyes shine with enthusiasm?

Why are you so keen on shoving your memory of all he has been for you away? Why is it so easy for you to yell at him, to push you off of him, to glare at him, to dismiss him, to ghost him, when he knows there is no reality in this universe where he would be able to rip his eyes from your beautiful face for longer than one second? 

It didn’t take much for you to leave Satoru behind, and he mourns over you. He mourns over your presence and your love that he begins to question was ever there. He mourns your touch, your gaze, your affections, your praises. He mourns the thought of you leaning into him and accepting the lengths to which he would go for you, the planets he would conquer, the oceans he would swim, the beasts he would tame. 

Satoru would have given you his entire existence if you asked for it, but he mourns the notion that you would do the same as he realizes that you never will.

Instead, you choose Shoko over him. You choose Suguru over him. You choose an empty phone over him, a new country over him, and an older man over him. When Gojo would pick you in every universe he encounters within his dreams, you would cast him away for the chance of finding something better. 

You do not love him, and he understands now.

To you, he’s an asshole, a child, a careless man with no regard for the impact he has on the people he cares for. To you, he is his legacy, his privilege, his wealth, his pride, his family. You are everything to him, the stars, the sun, and the moon, but he is nothing to you but a burden.

That must be why you stopped talking to him, why you were practically mortified to see his face in New York. Suguru had been right though he didn’t want to accept it. You want space away from him, far away, and while chases you, you continue to outrun him, seeking another hand to hold. 

Satoru can feel himself growing cold, eyes angry and jaw taut. He doesn’t know why he tries so hard with you, or whether his blatant desire to keep you near has pushed you away further. He doesn’t know why, no matter how many times your voice and body tell him that you don’t want him around, he still follows you. He can’t bring himself to leave you the way you try to leave him, for you hold too much weight within his mind and bring him too much happiness. Christ, you’re one of his best friends, the only woman he has truly cared for beyond himself, and you give him nothing. Even so, he clings to you like you’re his last breath, surviving off of the ropes you throw and pull away as though he has no other option.

And to Satoru, there is no other option. You’re it. You’re everything. He can’t walk away, so why should you be able to? 

He pictures you with Aoto, his rugged stubbled face and dark eyes. He pictures you laugh alongside him, fingers brushing his elbow as you steady yourself on your feet. He pictures you watching him with enamored eyes as he drones on about art, about the things you like that Satoru has never comprehended but has learned for you. 

He pictures you hugging him, tucking your face against his chest as he pulls you close, his lips brushing your forehead as you thank him for this wonderful opportunity. He pictures you out at a grungy restaurant, sharing a meal in celebration of your remarkable intelligence, clinking glasses as your eyes meet in the haze of the candle lit space. 

He pictures you going home with him, falling into him, lips crushing together and hands wandering over bare skin, skin Satoru alone is meant to touch, to kiss, to cherish.

The white haired heir clenches his fists together, rage overcoming him at the tormented images flashing through his brain. You’ll probably leave him for this place one day, for this life, for this guy, throwing him behind as if he held no value to you. You’ll go again without telling him and Satoru will find out through a friend, too late for him to chase you into a new life. He imagines you happy without him, and his heart shatters. 

You, on the other hand, are fuming.

Why does Satoru have to be so obnoxious? Why can’t he let you breathe without him hovering over you, tracking you down just to make you angry again? 

What right does he have to treat a stranger as if he is beneath him? Someone who you happen to work with? Could he be any more pretentious?

Your blood is boiling as you picture him looking at you, then competing with a man that you hardly even know through the tone of his voice and his unwarranted possession of you. What gives him the right to treat you as though he owns you, grinning smugly at Aoto as though he could never amount to his image? 

You recall the nights you stayed up watching stories of Satoru with some random girl on your social media, his pretty face leaning into the camera as he sweet-talks the unassuming woman behind it with no intention of following through. You recall the times Satoru shoved profiles of girls who follow him into your faces, making remarks about how attractive they are before accepting their friend requests. You recall every time you have ended up sobbing in Suguru’s arms after a night of drinking, the dark haired boy himself blaming your emotions on the alcohol when in reality they were sparked by the sight of a girl grinding up against him in a club.

You replay all the instances Gojo has made you and hundreds of other women feel like a fool, and he has the audacity to challenge the poor guy you work with?

It’s unfair, all of it.

You’re supposed to be getting away from him, but instead, he’s here, just like he always forces himself to be. He’s invading your personal space, making judgments about other people, and all the while doing so and expecting not to be reprimanded. How much more inconsiderate could a person get?

You spend your entire day thinking about him, his face appearing in your head as you try to listen to the things the people around you are saying. You try your hardest to rid your mind of Satoru, but the task proves impossible. He’s like a plague, ailing your train of thought every chance he gets. 

Why can’t he just leave you alone? It was already enough that he had made you fall in love with him, so why couldn’t he give you space? Why is he always so close to you, lingering in every nook and cranny of your heart and soul?

By the time late afternoon rolls around, you and Aoto are done in the MET and you are given a list of artifacts to organize on a spreadsheet by the end of the day. You had not called Satoru to see where he was, and you almost think he isn’t showing up, but when you descend the museum stairs, you see him parked by the sidewalk with Suguru sitting passenger and Shoko in the back. 

You exhale slowly, preparing yourself for what is to come as you approach the car. “Hey, guys,” you greet with a wave, and your friends’ heads are turning except for Satoru, who leans his head back against the headrest and stares forward emptily. 

“How was your day?” Shoko asks as you climb into the back with her.

You shrug. “Good. Got some good work to do.” You look forward to finding Gojo’s dull eyes in the rearview mirror. He doesn’t move to greet or look at you, which you find unbearably unusual. “What about you guys?”

“Suguru and I actually saw a huge rat after we finished breakfast,” the young woman beside you snickers. “So he’s not in the greatest mood.”

“I need to get out of this fucking place,” you hear Suguru mutter and you laugh at his tone of dreadful severity as Satoru pulls out and starts driving.

“Hate to break it to you, Sugu, but your friend has other plans for you today,” you say, hardly addressing the man you are speaking about aside from a vague allusion to Suguru.

“Actually,” you hear Satoru speak up, and you look up at him to find his eyes on you through the mirror. He looks slightly perturbed, the usual bubbliness in his tone and playful glitter in his eye replaced by a flat indifference. “There’s been a change of plans.”

You keep his gaze for a moment, eying him skeptically. “Oh?” is all you muster up the energy to say.

“We’re going back now.”

“Back where?”

“To the villa.”

Your shoulders drop as you process his announcement. All of a sudden, he wants to leave?

“Oh…”

“Don’t worry though. You’re coming with.”

You perk up, eyes shooting wide. “Huh?”

“I think you heard me perfectly clear,” he says. “Your stuff’s already all packed and in the front with Suguru. We’re heading straight up there now.”

“How the hell did you get back into my house?”

“I saw the code you put into the keypad when we left.”

You perch yourself up, gripping the back of Geto’s seat and leaning to look over at Satoru’s face. “Are you crazy? I’m not coming up there! It’s too far! I have to stay here.”

“Calm down. Your computer’s packed and I’ll have you back in the city by tomorrow morning.”

You fume. “Satoru, why do you think you can just drag me around wherever you want me to go?”

“I don’t think that. I just think it would be unfair to our friends if we forced them to hang around the city any longer without an extra pair of clothes. I’m thinking ahead for everyone, ‘cause, you know, I try to be aware of how my actions impact others,” he quips with a straight face, refusing to spare you a glance once you’re staring directly at him and leaning over the console.

Your face darkens when those last few words leave his mouth. “Is this really how you’re choosing to react to this morning?”

“Like I told you before, (Y/n), not everything’s about you. I’m doing this for Shoko and Suguru. So just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

He turns the volume knob up on a random station, blasting music he doesn’t even listen to as he drives. You lean back into your seat feeling even more agitated than you had been earlier, crossing your arms.

“He didn’t tell you about this before?” Shoko asks you quietly, the blare of the radio overpowering her voice enough for the boys in the front not to hear. You throw your hands up and into your lap, preparing for a rant.

“No! Literally just this morning he was trying to make you guys stay here longer so we could walk around the city,” you fume, turning to complain to your friend. She shakes her head with an exasperated smile.

“Typical Satoru.”

“I just can’t with him sometimes, honestly,” you huff.

“What did he do this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pissed, he’s pissed, you mentioned something that happened this morning,” she lists as though this is nothing new. “What did he do?”

“Am I really that obvious when I’m mad at him?”

“I mean, yeah, but Satoru even more so when he’s bothered,” she glances up at him. “He never gets upset with you, so it’s weird.”

“Now why the hell would he be upset with me? He’s the one constantly out of line,” you accuse quietly, turning to look at the streets passing you by. “Like- you can’t just take people wherever you want to go. It’s selfish.”

“Tell me what he did, girl,” Shoko repeats for a third time and you exhale.

“It was just this weird thing this morning. He wanted to meet my research partner and he made a whole scene.”

Shoko listens as she pulls out a lighter and a pack of almost finished cigarettes. “What kind of scene?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, he was just acting like a dick… like really… really…” you struggle to find the word.

“Territorial?”

You give Shoko a strange look, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Sort of.”

Ieiri shakes her head, flicking her match open to light the stick in her hand. “Figures.”

“I just wish for once he’d stop being so difficult.”

“I think you’re asking for the impossible,” Shoko cups her hands around the flame to block it from the wind. “Satoru will always be Satoru, and when you’re involved, he’s Satoru on Xanax.”

“Yeah, because he loves to piss me off.”

Shoko doesn’t respond, puffing smoke from her now lit cigarette as she ponders how you still can’t see what is so clearly standing right in front of you.

The car ride is silent for the most part, though not as long as you assumed it would be. After a few stops for gas and snacks, you finally make it to Long Island, the scent of sea breeze drifting through your nostrils and into the wild wind as you lean your head against the door, looking around you and observing the captivating scenery. 

You watch the large, expensive houses pass you by until you’re pulling into a secluded villa at the end of a row. You lift your head and look up in awe as Satoru pulls into the driveway. The home is obnoxiously large, trees shading the front porch and sun pouring richly through the overhead leaves. There’s two stories, but the house stretches so wide it looks as though it was built for a family of twelve. The exterior is mostly wood with tall window panes and a glass dome connecting two legs of the house sitting in the center, where the front door resides. Your jaw hangs open as everyone piles out of the car casually, as though a two hundred thousand dollar vacation home isn’t sitting right before their eyes.

Suguru grabs your light overnight bag and tosses it over to you, catching you by surprise once you step out the car and rush to clutch it to your chest. “Welcome to Satoru’s overcompensation,” Suguru smiles at you, and Satoru grumbles at him to shut up as he closes the door behind him.

Shoko skips around you, racing up to the front door. “I call dibs on the big shower!” she claims, disappearing into the house.

Geto sweatdrops, trudging in behind her. “All the showers here are big, Shoko.” 

The two leave you and Satoru alone as he rounds his car to grab your bag out of your arms wordlessly. His eyes, yet again, don’t meet yours. “I’ll show you to your room.”

You can feel your heart clench at his coldness, though frustration with him still bubbles, and you follow him into the house silently. Once you step through the glass doors, you see that the majority of the bottom level opens up to the back of the house, where a fresh cut lawn surrounds a crystal blue pool and lawn chairs. You stare baffled. The house is admittedly beautiful, but for Satoru to have splurged this much on a last minute trip is insane. 

He leads you upstairs and down a long hallway before nudging open a door to your right that you realize is your bedroom. Satoru lets you walk past him into the room first, and you examine the large space carefully, the window on the left, the small couch in front of the queen bed, the television, and the marble dressers. It’s a nice room, you admit to yourself.

Satoru walks in to put your bag down on your bed, then turns to walk out. “We’re going out at ten,” he says, moving to leave.

“Wait,” you stop him, and he stills. He turns around to face you, an almost pained yet bothered expression on his face. You don’t know what to say now that you have his attention. You only know that you’re confused, though still angry with him for earlier. You’re confused as to why you’re here with him, why he’s all of a sudden mad at you. You can see it written all over his face now that Shoko has brought it to your attention. “What was the point of taking me here?” you choose to ask him, a question simple enough, you think, to not rouse more tension.

But you’re wrong. 

“(Y/n),” he exhales. “I don’t know what to tell you if you can’t comprehend the fact that we just want to spend time with you.”

You swallow hard. He is mad. But why? You’re the one who’s supposed to be mad, not him. “Okay, but you’re not understanding where I’m coming from at all. Randomly making me do things without asking first sparks a few questions, don’t you think?”

“Okay then,” he nods. “What would you have said if I asked you?”

You hesitate. “I don’t know.”

“Be honest,” he demands sternly, and you look him in the eye when you answer.

“Probably… no, Satoru.”

“Exactly. So why ask if you’re just gonna turn me down again like you have been for weeks?” You feel your heart sink. You don’t like this feeling, though you know it’s partially your fault you’re in this situation.

“Didn’t we already talk about this last night?”

“I don’t think we’ve talked about it enough, but you don’t really wanna explain yourself, so I’m letting it go and making an executive decision for everyone.”

“Everyone?” you repeat.

He stares at you a moment, perturbed. “Yes,” he fibs, and you know he is. “If you have any more complaints about how I approach our relationship, take it up with the others,” he says, turning back around. “I won’t keep putting myself in a position where I have to defend myself caring about you.”

He’s gone within a second after that, swiftly leaving your room as if he was never there. You stand in the door, watching the entrance speechlessly. 

You don’t know why Satoru’s behavior toward you is completely throwing you off, for if you’re mad at him, it really shouldn’t matter if he’s mad at you, right? But you have never seen him look at you so tiredly, speak to you with such agitation in his eyes and his tone. With you, he’s normally always bright, playful, loud, and obnoxious but in an endearing way. This tone he’s taking with you now is void of all that glee, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s making you anxious and, dare you say, hurting your feelings.

You know you’re being unfair because you’re normally always the one upset with Satoru and not the other way around. You know that he’s a human being and has a right to whatever he feels, despite the fact that you were angry with him this morning, but that doesn’t make this feel any less strange, like the world is being thrown off kilter. Despite your initial frustrations with him, you’re beginning to miss his smile, miss the way he follows you, the way he pesters you, the very same things you always claimed drove you insane. 

Have you been taking advantage of him all this time, overlooking the life that he has always brought to your own? Are you the selfish one, though you have always accused Satoru of being self-centered? 

And those words he had said earlier… I won’t keep putting myself in a position where I have to defend myself caring about you.”

All this time, all the pranks and the harassing, the constant texts and the frequent company, had he been just caring about you instead of trying to make you angry? Instead of trying to get a rise out of you?

You don’t understand. You don’t understand anything anymore. 

You’re drowning in your thoughts, head submerging into an ocean of memories replaying constantly in your head. You somehow end up on the second floor balcony, peering straight ahead of you. The awareness of Satoru lounging on a beach chair and Shoko laying in the pool on a float below you remains in the back of your head, but you’re not fully paying attention. You can’t stop thinking about Satoru, about your friendship, about how you thought it would be best to push him away, about how he looked at you with aching eyes at the thought of you turning away from him again.

Had you messed up? 

You’re deep in a trance when Suguru stalks up behind you quietly. He saw your figure standing alone on the balcony as he walked by and decided to accompany you. When he comes into your line of sight to stand beside you, you jump, glancing at him then relaxing when you see the dark haired man smiling gently at you. “Hey,” he greets you casually. You notice that his hair is down and damp and his clothes are fresh, likely having just gotten out of the shower. 

You exhale slowly. “Hey,” you say, turning back to face forward. Suguru can immediately sense that your mind isn’t all there as he leans against the glass railing and observes your body language. He then glances down below him to find Satoru glaring ahead, eyes shaded by his glasses as he sucks harshly at the straw of his lemonade.

Suguru understands immediately.

“How’re you holding up?” the hazel eyed student asks. “You know, after being dragged here and all.”

“Feeling like I should be working.”

“Why aren’t you?”

You shrug, angling your brows. “I don’t know, I can’t focus,” you say. 

“Is it because of the house?” he looks around. “It can be a bit much.”

“Actually, no,” you tell him honestly. “I wish I could, but I don’t hate it here. It’s nice.”

“Uh oh. Satoru’s finally gotten to you,” Suguru chuckles and you look over at him, slightly panicked.

“What makes you say that?”

Geto’s eyes meet yours and he lifts a brow. “The house. He’s got you liking his expensive taste.”

“Oh,” you mutter in relief. “I guess. A nice place is a nice place.”

He hums, looking forward into the direction you had been staring off in. The two of you stand beside each other silently for a moment, watching the sun ease its way behind the trees, when Suguru speaks up once more. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“I have a question for you.”

You turn and grimace. “Anytime you say that, I get scared.”

Suguru laughs, a refreshing, genuine sound. “How come?”

“You always ask the most intimidating things.”

“Do I?” he tugs his lips in an amused smile. “I guess you won’t like what I have to ask you then.”

“Just get it over with already,” you groan.

“Alright…” he pauses, scanning his eyes over your face as he tries to find the best way to approach. “Why’d you stop talking to Satoru?”

You knew it was coming. How could you not, when you and Satoru are behaving so strangely? You sigh loudly again, hanging your head low. “I knew it.”

“It’s really not that crazy of a question,” he says smugly and you push at his shoulder. 

“Please, you know what you’re doing,” you roll your eyes and he chuckles.

“Do I? I’m only asking.”

“Whatever,” you huff, rubbing your temple in exasperation.

“Well?”

You’re mute for a moment, trying to determine what you want to say or how to respond. Suguru has always been very good at detecting when people are lying to him or not, and you know that if you lie to him, you will only be making the situation more painful for yourself. And by the way the dark haired man is looking at you now, you have a feeling he already knows the answer.

“...Why do you think I stopped talking to him?”

“I know what I think, (Y/n), but if I’m wrong, then I’m wrong.”

You look at him, your eyes telling a story that Suguru has read far too many times over. He hums in understanding, looking back down at Satoru. 

“Doesn’t seem like I am though,” he says and you slump, burying your face in your hands.

“I don’t know,” you murmur. “I don’t know, I don’t know. I just-” you stop, unsure of where your mind is directing the words that are coming out of your mouth. “I just thought that… it would be best if I took some time away.”

“Best for who?”

“For me?” you answer though you aren’t sure. “I don’t know!” you exclaim again. “It was hard enough just having him around and letting him make a fool out of me.”

“Huh?” Suguru makes a baffled face. “Making a fool out of you? How?”

“Look at him,” you hiss. “Look at this place, look at the money he spends, the attention he gets, the life he lives! I’m nothing compared to that and he knows it.”

“Your difference in societal standings is hardly something that Satoru would ever care about.”

“Maybe not, but it’s a blaring difference between our lives and how we approach things,” you explain. “I had to fight to get here. He just snaps his fingers and it’s done, and because of that, he behaves like he can do anything he wants. In some ways he can, but he shouldn’t be able to when it comes to his friends. Not when it comes to me,” you emphasize. “You see what he does, you’re his best friend. He makes things happen the way he wants and pulls everyone along with him, not caring about whether you want to go with him or not.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

His eyes grow intense as he studies you. “Do you want to go with him?”

“I-” you part your lips because you think you can answer easily, but you surprise yourself when you don’t. You frown, suddenly feeling rather pathetic. “Who wouldn’t want to go with Satoru Gojo wherever he takes you? It’s better than him leaving you behind.”

“But, (Y/n),” Suguru begins adamantly. “Satoru has never once left any of us behind. That’s why we’re here. He could’ve hauled his own ass to America, but instead he forced us along with him. And while it can be irritating, it’s kinda nice to know that he wants to share his privilege with the people he cares about.

“Satoru may be a lot of things. He’s impulsive, he’s clingy, he’s dramatic, but he’s not uncaring. You can’t categorize him as that just because he’s different,” Geto says wisely, and another wave of shame washes over you when you realize that he’s right. It’s just easier for you to call Satoru inconsiderate when he can’t see how helplessly in love you are with him. “And I’m sorry if this is blunt, but if we’re talking about leaving people behind… you kinda did that to him.”

“Because I thought it was the right thing to do,” you urged. “I thought that if I stepped away, I wouldn’t have to face my…”

“Your feelings,” Geto concludes, and you flush as your lips and brows curl in discomfort.

“I couldn’t stand it,” you whisper. “I still can’t stand it… watching him, watching the way girls glue themselves to him, watching the way he just tosses them aside without caring… I’m horrified that he’d only do the same to me if he knew, and I can’t stand it.”

“You wanna know why Satoru doesn’t pay any of those girls any mind and leads them on?”

“No,” you tighten your lips.

“Come on, it’s the same reason why he snatched the chance to show his face to your research partner earlier with so much to say. It’s the reason why he can’t help but try to follow you wherever you go, and when he can’t, he finds a way.”

You stare at Geto with hard eyes, eager yet perplexed. “I still don’t get it.”

“You’re hopeless. Both of you are,” Suguru sighs. “Either way, whatever’s going on between you two needs to get fixed. Immediately.”

“But, Suguru, I don’t know how to just be friends with him anymore without getting mad or- or letting these feelings get in the way,” you say desperately. “I don’t know how to be around him anymore.”

“Let me pose it this way. Do you want to be around him?”

“Do you seriously expect me to answer that?”

“Yes.”

You close your eyes, heart pounding hardly in your ears. “Of course I want to be around him…” you admit under your breath in embarrassment. “That was never the problem. It was that it hurt to be around him without him knowing about how I feel.”

“Then tell him.”

“Oh, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

“I’m being serious, (Y/n),” Suguru groans. “You need to tell him.”

“I can’t do that, Suguru, it would ruin everything.”

“That’s what you’re afraid will happen. You don’t know what will actually happen.”

“I know enough,” you cut him off. “I know enough about Satoru to know that if I tell him everything, he’ll use it against me or take it as a joke. I’ve seen it. So many girls confess to him, he’s become numb to it by now.”

“Those are other girls. Not you.”

“What makes me any different?”

“More than you know. Trust me,” he says sternly. “So just tell him. Right now, I'm pretty sure he thinks you hate him. Especially after everything with you coming here after ghosting him, and I’m sure your fight this morning didn’t help.”

“Hold on, how did you even know about that?”

“Satoru’s got a big mouth.” Though you know Gojo didn’t tell Shoko, you don’t know why you’re surprised that he blabbered to his best friend about this morning’s incident. “And a big heart too.”

“...Suguru, I’m scared. If I confessed to Satoru and he…” you trail off, images of Satoru laughing at you, telling you that he’s known all along, that he’s been taking pity on you floods your mind and you're consumed with fear. Fear of his rejection, fear of his indifference, fear of his mocking. You love him too much to endure that if that’s too happen. “I couldn’t handle it.”

“You’ve got it really bad, don’t you?” Suguru observes and you grit your teeth together in reaction to his blunt address of your love, something you don’t want to acknowledge as overpowering enough to be the way Suguru defines bad. “I pray for you.”

“Gee thanks.”

He laughs softly, leaning his head on his palm. “You’ve gotta stop letting fear drive your actions,” he looks at you gently. “Fear didn’t get you to college without the help of your parents, and it didn’t get you here to America. What could fear possibly get you now with Satoru?”

You know that Geto is right, as he always is. You can tell he only has your best interest at heart, his words carrying both friendly endearment and foresight. You always admired that about him, the way he carries such understanding and knowledge in his advice. “I’ll think about it,” you tell him, and that is all he wants to hear.

“Good. Because I’m getting kind of tired of suffering on behalf of you two,” he jokes. “I thought I was losing a friend because you can’t process your emotions.”

You gape at Suguru’s innocent smile. “Can you leave me and my coping mechanisms alone?” 

“I don’t think I will,” he decides matter-of-factly. “I’m sure you’ve heard enough of this, but we really have missed you. The past month hasn’t been the same without you around.”

“Are you getting all sappy with me, Suguru?” you tease, and he shrugs. 

“Just being honest.”

“When are you not?” you say. “I really didn’t mean to put a wall up in front of you guys. I got kinda swept up in everything I was feeling, I didn’t even notice I was being so isolated until I was already too deep in.”

Suguru leans over to place his hand atop your head consolingly. “It’s okay, (Y/n). Shoko and I understand.”

“I know, but I won’t do that to you guys again. I’ll try to get a handle on things before they can get any worse.”

He smiles down at you again kindly. “We’re here for support when you do.”

Below, Satoru is painfully aware of the two of you talking, standing close beside each other and smiling. The blue eyed man broods, for you treat Suguru with the kindness that you should have been treating him with. He tries to concentrate on something else, anything else, but the lull murmur of your voice and Suguru’s drifts into the air and into his thoughts, taunting him.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

The Elevator - Charles Leclerc

<word count - 1741>

You had just gotten into the elevator of your apartment building, eyes glued to your phone as you texted a few friends. You knew there was someone else in there, but you didn't pay them much notice. 

As the elevator started to ascend, the lights above you started blinking. The elevator rattled, before grinding to a stiff halt. "Shit," you mumbled, unsure of what to do. The stranger stepped forward to see if he could find the 'open doors' button on the control panel, but he just looked downright confused.

You finally got a good look at him, and he was handsome, to say the least. His dark brown hair was slightly overgrown and his green eyes glowed under the emergency lights of the elevator. "Normally the door button works," he mumbled, pressing the button a few times.

"I think you should probably press the 'get help' button," you explained, looking at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he lightly smiled, pressing the button with no more back-lighting. "And now, we wait," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"These guys take a while to fix this thing, so we're going to be here for a while," you said, knowing how long the maintenance people took to get to the elevator and find out the problems with it. "You live here?" he asked, trying to make conversation so that it wouldn't be awkward.

"Yeah, I've been here for about a year now, and I have taken the stairs every time apart from today," you said, causing the stranger to chuckle along with you. "What about you? I've never seen you around here before,"

"I'm just here visiting a friend, but I don't think I'll be seeing him anytime soon," he nodded, sighing. Silence settled over the two of you, and there was some sort of tension in the air. Both of you wanted to say something, but neither of you knew what to say.

"So, what's your name?" You asked, his attention averting back to you. 

"I'm Charles, what about you?" he asked back, glad you were getting acquainted.

 "I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Charles," you said, holding your hand out to him for him to shake. You had never done that before, so you were mentally asking yourself why you were being like that. Normally you just smiled or hugged someone, not shook their hand. 

But, Charles was cordial and extended his hand out to you,  shaking it. "The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," he said, something in his eye sparkling as he looked at you.

"So guys, we think the problem is something to do with the wiring, but we'll need to get a team down the elevator shaft to be sure. The minimum time we're going to be able to do that is an hour, the maximum... I don't know. It is a Saturday after all. The cameras aren't working, so if you two want to find a way to entertain yourselves, be my guest. I'll give you a five minute warning," the voice of someone rang out over the speakers.

You and Charles were both visibly creeped out by his suggestion, and you had a feeling that the cameras were in fact working and he was probably just being creepy. "I am perfectly entertained, thank you," you said, as if he could still hear you.

Charles chuckled at your comment, knowing it wouldn't come to that. Probably. 

"We've got an hour, so there's time for a movie or something?" Charles asked, getting his phone out of his pocket. "You don't happen to have any popcorn, do you?" You smiled, taking a seat next to him as he also sat down. 

"No, I don't, but I do have Netflix," he smiled, shuffling up closer to you. 

"It's a good job I have bad habits when it comes to leaving the house," you said, producing a bag of popcorn out of your bag. "Every time I go out, I have to get some from the store around the corner. It's an own-brand, and it is the best," you explained, opening the bag and placing it in-between you. 

"What kind of movies do you like?" Charles asked, taking some popcorn and popping it in his mouth, "This is really good, by the way,"

"I like comedies, or a nice romance. Or even better yet, a rom-com," you told him, taking some of the popcorn yourself, "But whatever you like is fine, I'm not too fussy,"

"Action comedy?" he asked, scrolling through his phone to try and find a movie. 

"Sounds good to me," you nodded, taking your jacket off and making a pillow for yourself out of it. It was a lot better than sitting on the cold floor. "Now that is a good idea," he said, shrugging his jacket off as well. "Can you hold this?" he said, handing you his phone. 

You took it and immediately scrolled to his 'continue watching' section. "You've got good taste here, Charles," you said, looking through what he had. "You've got some classics, The Office, Friends, Drive to Survive? What's that? And why have you only watched like, two random episodes?" 

"Because they're the best ones, they have this guy called Charles Leclerc in them. He's great," he smiled, knowing full well you didn't know who he was. "We have the same first name, it's pretty cool," he smugly smirked, taking his phone back off you. 

"How's Murder Mystery with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston sounding?" he asked.

"Pretty good," you nodded as he clicked play. You both sat there, laughing along to the movie and he had made a pretty good choice. 

"Hello lovebirds! This is your five minute warning. I know the phrase is 'don't come knocking when the elevators' rocking', but we have to do what we have to do," the maintenance guy said over the speaker.

"This guy is so strange," you said to Charles, and he nodded in agreement with a laugh. 

"And very horny," he said, causing a blush to creep up onto your cheeks.

"You got that right," you said, wanting to resume the movie. You stood up to put your jacket back on, since the temperature in there had dropped significantly. You decided you were just going to deal with having a sore behind.

Even with your jacket on, it still wasn't warming you up like you thought it would. You tried not to physically shiver, and Charles noticed. "You alright?" he asked, turning to the side to look at you. "Yeah, just a bit cold,"

"Here, take this," he said, pulling his jacket out from underneath him and draping it over your shoulders. "Are you not cold?"

"No, I'm fine," he said. Sure, it was a bit cold in there, but you looked like you needed it more. You were shivering.

After a bit, you heard some banging and crashing going on above you. "It's either help is here, or the sky is falling down," Charles said, pausing the movie so you didn't get interrupted anymore. 

"Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully for you two, the issue is nearly resolved and you can be on your merry way in around five minutes," the weird speaker guy said. 

"Does your friend still want you to go over?" you asked.

"Yeah, he said he's made dinner for us," he nodded, as the elevator sprung back into life and whirred into action. It started ascending the apartment block again, and stopped at the floor you had been waiting to go to for hours. 

The doors opened with a ding, and the pair of you stood up from the cold floor. When Charles looked away for a second, you slipped a small piece of folded paper into his jacket pocket. "After you," he said, standing beside the door. 

"Thanks," you said, stepping out and glad to stretch your legs. "You going left or right?" You asked as you stood in the corridor. "I'm going to 118, so that is...?"

"Left. Wait, 118? I live in 116," you said, smiling. 

"You must know my friend, then,"

"I sure do, he's a nice guy," you said, leading the way and walking down the hall. "This is us," you said, standing outside of your apartment door. "Well, I enjoyed spending the world's longest elevator ride with you, Y/N," Charles smiled, standing in front of you. 

"I enjoyed it too, Charles," you said. Charles didn't move, he just stood there with you. 

"Hey, Charles, Y/N," your neighbour said, opening the door to his apartment. 

"Hey, I'll see you later, Charles. I'll let you get to dinner," you smiled, unlocking the door. Charles reluctantly walked away, stepping into the next apartment along. As you took your multiple jackets off, you realised you still had Charles'.

Quickly running out of the door, you knocked on the next door and Charles opened it since he was still in the entrance hall. "Hey, your jacket," you said, handing it to him. "Thanks for that, I needed it," you smiled, turning away.

"Have a nice night, Y/N," Charles said, poking his head out of the door. 

"You too," you chirped, closing your door. 

When Charles went home that night, after taking the stairs, he rummaged around in his pockets to try and find his keys. As he pulled them out, a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor. He picked it up, and unfolded it when he went inside. 

'We should go and get fresh popcorn next time - Y/N,' it said, with your number scrawled on the bottom. He smiled, opening his phone and immediately punching your number into his contacts. He didn't message for a while, but his curiosity got the better of him. 

"Hey Y/N, it's Charles. You free on Sunday? There's a carnival in town and my friend said they make popcorn with any topping you want, would love to go with you," he said, rewriting the message over and over before plucking up the courage and sending it. 

You were about to close your eyes for the night when your phone beeped, and you saw a text from an unknown number. A huge smile spread across your face as you saw who it was from. "Hey Charles, I'd love to go to the carnival. We could walk from mine? Saves you driving all the way," you replied.

Charles was itching with excitement when he saw your text, and was immensely glad to have been in that elevator. Taking the stairs was overrated anyway. 

A/N - Do we want to see Charles and Y/N go to the carnival in town and have popcorn?

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[pablitogavii]

Can you write something angsty and smuttywith Gavi, having a hard time because of the alc, thinking that reader will want to leave him because he’s no longer doing football but she reassures him ? Thanksss

Be mine

Some months after the injury, Pablo really got into a depressive state and the two of you broke up. He said he wasn't giving you what he deserve and wanted you to keep going without him.

Restless nights, tears and screaming followed as you begged him not to do all of this. You knew he loved you, but you also stopped recognizing this boy as your Pablo.

There was no more smile, laughs and positivity in his life. You understood what he was going through and wanted to stay besides him but when he asked you to leave, that's all you could do.

After three months, you were finally sleeping again and didn't cry at least once a day. You had to keep living and despite missing him more every day, you decided to give your dating life a chance again.

angel: can't wait to see you!

you: me too :)

After replying you looked through your wardrobe for an outfit internally thanking yourself for packing away Gavi's jerseys into a box so you don't see them. It was a hard day but it helped you be able to move on somehow.

You called Mikky to show her your options and she was currently on the call glad to see you finally smiling again.

"Is he a nice guy, or should I get the boys to fix him up for you???" she said and you smiled knowing he talked about players who were still your closest friends. They were all disappointed when they heard about the breakup.

"He's sweet. We don't know each other that well" you say putting on the jewelry feeling a lump in your throat wondering if you're making a big mistake. But then you reminded yourself that Pablo wanted you to leave ... and you had to move on.

"I'm glad you're in this place now girl, it warms my heart to see your smile again" she said and you smiled nodding your head and refocusing on getting ready for your date.

Meanwhile Frenkie, Pedri and Balde went to visit Pablo at home where he lived in complete chaos. His parents traveled back home for some work and he was in even worse state than before.

"Y/n's going on a date tonight ..." Frenkie said and everyone gave him a stern look. But he had something in mind ... he knew Pablo still loved you and he needed to snap out of all of it.

"Frenkie!" Pedri said and Pablo looked at him with terrified face

"He needs to hear the truth! You broke up with a love of your life who wanted to be there fore you! You're a fool Gavi!" Frenkie said and Pablo was gulping fighting back tears.

"This isn't helping him hermano ..." Balde said when pablo went to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of the boys.

"This is the only thing that can help him" Frenkie said.

Meanwhile Pablo opened instagram only to find your new post ...it was true ...he messed it all up ...you're not his anymore.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Date night 🍷

comentarios:

mikkykiemeney: beautiful 😍

y.n.bebe: 💗💗💗

gavibaby: i can't get over that it's not with gavi 😨

pablitoo: she belongs with gaviiii😍

y.n.fanss: they are no longer together so respect her!

pedri: miss you hermanita!

y.n.bebe: miss you!!!

ansufati: we need to hang out soon!

y.n.bebe: yesss!!!

barcafans: everyone loves y/n!!!

y.n.bebe: siempre cule!

Pablo couldn't get comfortable to sleep that night. All he could think about is where you were, who you were with, and weather you were safe ... he just wanted you safe in his arms right now.

The whole dinner you were bored ...the guy was trying really hard ...but you couldn't help think of the first date you had with Gavi ...the way you looked at each other ...the butterflies in your stomach.

Just then the last thing you expected happened, your phone rang and you saw Pablo's message on the screen. You froze. His name on your screen was a nice memory.

pablitooo: please come over. i need you. it's important.

you: On my way

You excused yourself taking an Uber and giving them Pablo's address. You were so nervous praying that he was fine no matter what. The first thought is that he fell and got more hurt.

You knocked and Pablo slowly walked towards the door feeling sweaty and nervous. He was gonna see you first time since few months. He slowly opened reveling your worried eyes.

"Thank God you're fine" was all you said and he smiled remembering how panicked you used to be whenever he would get hurt especially since the surgery. He missed that.

"Please come in preciosa ..." Pablo said and you felt a shiver move down your spine, that nickname.

"Would you like coffee or tea? I still have your black tea." he said and you said it was fine because you didn't want him to stand on that leg knowing he must still be in pain.

"You look beautiful tonight ... and always" he said and you blushed. God why was Gavi flirting with you now. It drove you mad as usual.

"I had a date ..." you said seeing his eyes drop. It was hurting him but you wanted to see if he even cared anymore.

"I know ... Frenkie told me today" he said after gulping heavily

"Of course he did. What did you want?" you say trying to keep guard because after giving up on you he really did hurt you. It was obvious tho that he still and always will own your heart ... after all you were at his house now.

"I wanted to take you away from him. I couldn't handle it preciosa. I'm sorry." he said and you appreciated that he was honest. You knew it was the truth because you knew he still loved you too.

"You calling me preciosa ..." you say and he interrupted

"I'm sorry" he said quietly

"I missed it" you said and it was a grand surprise for him.

"I don't deserve you ..." he said turning around and you sigh getting up and walking to him sitting down on his lap making sure it's on his healthy leg.

"Are you pushing me away again Pablito ..." you say running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you with tearful eyes.

"Besame ..." you whisper and he sighs staring at your lips longingly.

"I'm broken preciosa ... and broken people break others" he was crying now and you were caressing his face resting your forehead against his.

"I'm broken without you ..." you were crying too now and he held your face drying off your tears and finally done what he should have done the first moment he saw you again. His lips were dancing with yours as everything suddenly stopped and you were each others whole world.

"Be mine ...please be mine again" he was gasping into your mouth and you smiled nodding fast and continuing to kiss him repeatedly feeling hungry and desperate.

pablogavi

Be mine?

comentarios:

y.n.bebe: always yours 😍😍😍

gavi.y.n.fans: YES! YES! YES!

gavii: finally my heart is whole!!!

mikkykiemeney: OMG😍😍😍

y.n.bebe: hehehe🥺🥺🥺

frenkiedejong: finally hermano!

pablogavi: thank you hermano❤️❤️

pedri:❤️❤️❤️

alejandrobalde: parentsss

y.n.bebe: favorite son😂😂😂

ansufati: amigaaa mia i love you with my best friend!!!

y.n.bebe: love you amigooo!!!

y.n.bebe

I belong with him 💗💗💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: amorrr preciosa miaaa❤️❤️

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[notsofunsenpai]

Small Fight

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"Sampo Koski! How fucking dare you!" You shouted at him,clearly angered by him as tears threatened to spill from your eyes as his eyes widened with realization.

"Baby,Darling!-" the male begins to say,trying to be quick and trying to grab your hand, which you quickly moved it away from him.

You quickly get up from the seat that you were sitting on,walking out of the cafe pissed. You wanted to cry but also frustrated at yourself,sure you haven't been taking care of yourself weight wise but the way your lover said it or how he said it fucking upset you.

'It's fine love,it's not like you're gonna lose weight anytime soon.' Was his words as you were eating some Snapper Jam Appetizer with a side of Cosmic fried rice as you brought up the conversation of wanting to start a diet or wanting to go on mission to get more exercise and to spend time with him.

Ignoring your phone as you felt it going off along with vibrating like crazy from the calls and texts messages that you won't bother to look at. You decided to visit a friend,staying with them for a few days because you didn't want to come face to face with your lover,nor hear his pleads. You needed some space to calm down and collect yourself as you hide out at your friends place. You had turned your phone off because you got tired of hearing it. You had your knees tucked to your chest as your arms wrapped around them,resting your head on your knees,looking out the window,watching people going by. Sometimes you thought in moments like this it was unfair how life goes on without the care in the world,nor does time stop for anything. Closing your eyes for a moment, listening to whatever comes to your ears first,it felt peaceful. Calming your nerves some,as the sound becomes fainter and fainter as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Sampo fucking curses to himself,"Good one Sampo.." he mutters,he had called your phone about fifty times and had sent you over twenty messages.

Baby? :(

I'm sorry,I apologize from the bottom of my heart for causing you such pain.

Please let's talk this out,I didn't mean it!:(

Honey.

My cinnamon roll.

I swear that I will be a better person and will never hurt you again from now on.

I need you

Honey Bunny, I'm so sorry if I brought tears to your eyes; it was not my purpose. Please accept my apologies..

Sorry for acting like a fool; that was not my intention. I'm hoping you'll be able to forgive me and allow me to love you once more.

Please,answer me. I wanna make things right!

Please message me as soon as possible.

I love you, baby♡

He frowns as you weren't answering him,he's worried he fucked this up so bad that it can't be fixed,he feels like something in him had died.he ran his fingers through his now unkept hair,pacing back and forth,"Sampo,you idiot..i have to fix this... i NEED to fix this." He grits his teeth,putting his phone back into his pocket as he as he starts walking hoping he'll find you. He already tried going to your place,you weren't there and he knew you loved your home but he checked else where like your favorite restaurant,he went to see Serval because you love to gossip with her. He went to your favorite park because nearby is an ice cream place,they had your favorite flavor there that no one else serves or sells. He asked some people if they had seen you which they all had said no,he was losing his mind. He sits at a nearby bench,staring at the ground as his eyes were dull and lack any life to them,he clearly wasn't happy.

What happens if he never sees you again?

What if you ended up hating him?

What if you decided to leave town without him knowing?

What would he even do?

You were the only thing that brought joy to him,his sunlight and energy source. He hold his hands together in front of him,clenching or trying to hold himself back from any negative thoughts,he knows its not working but he doesn't want to end up burning this whole city down to find you.

Because he will.

He stared at the ground for a long while,he doesn't know how long but when he comes back to reality it was near night time,maybe doing some jobs will get his mind off if things.

He stands up and finds random tasks at hand,nothing too crazy it was just delivering messages and looking for said things. He usually tries to scam - I mean, help them depending on the situation, but he wasn't really feeling like it, so he actually did the small taks. He did about maybe three to six before stopping,going to a small food stand nearby, and getting something to snack from the running from point A to point B.

He ate quietly to himself,as he tried messaging and calling you once more to only get your voice mail,"Great..she turned her phone off." He curses,finishing his food quickly,tossing it away.

"Baby.. please forgive me." He frowns,head hanging as some of his dark blue hair covers his eyes as his quivering lips turn into a scowl. He finally gives up for the night,heading back to his place,turning on the lights as he enters the room,and flopping down onto the couch,staring out into nothingness.

It was gonna be a long night for him,he could already tell.

You woke up,your body cracked as you moved,groaning in the process as you noted you didn't fall asleep on the bed. You got up,nearly falling on your face as your legs give out but managed to not fall somehow,you went to the bed,getting underneath the covers along with noticing or taking note that it was still dark outside,probably about maybe five in the morning. The bed felt empty and unusually cold,probably because you're usually cuddling your lover,enjoying his warmth or either fighting with him over the blankets. You missed him,but you still were pissed at him,you also didn't bother looking at your phone knowing there's a shit ton of messages. You shuffled alittle in the bed to get comfy,resting your eyes once more,as you went back to sleep until like nine or ten in the morning.

Sampo barely slept,if he did it was probably a power nap? He wasn't sure if he slept but around six he finally got up,his body felt heavy,he felt like he was dead,he trudge to his kitchen to get some caffeine in his system along with eating something sugary to help with his energy levels and not want to die. Getting his phone as he ate breakfast, he sent you a good morning text.

He knew his princess wasn't a morning person but he still wanted to send you a text then a voice-mail,saying how much he loved you. He then goes to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth,drying himself once done and changing into something more comfortable. He didn't wanna go out today but he didn't want to do anything,so he just kinda did alot of cleaning around the house even if he hated it,he just need to distract himself. He swept and vacuum the floors,did the dishes,mopped the floors,dusts around the house,made the bed,did the laundry along with drying and folding the clothes,he organized his bookshelves or whatever needed to be organized. He eventually ran out of things to clean,dust,or organize and immediately went back to his phone to send few more messages to you,hoping at least one text or that you looked at it at least,but all this poor man got was nothing.

He sighs,setting his phone down.

"Y/N..I missed you so much." He frowns grows.

You woked up a few hours later,sitting up and yawning it the process,rubbing the sleepies out of your eyes as the sun hits your face,feeling the warmth on your skin. You stepped out of bed,fixing your hair into a messy bun and going to the bathroom to do your business then went into the kitchen where your best friend had already had breakfast on the table. The two of you ate together,chatting about random things about that one tv show that was airing or about what your plans were today.

"Hey Y/N,I know you're mad at your partner at what he said,I get it I really do.Well Sampo seems like a nice guy,we all know how he is. He tends to talk before thinking sometimes but I generally think he didn't mean to hurt you,he loves you to much to hurt you. Maybe try to give him another chance,after all we aren't perfect and we all gotta fuck up here and there." Your friend said watching you finish your breakfast. You gived it a thought,letting out a sigh you decided to get up and get your phone,turning it on,immediately got blasted with tons of messages. You waited for like three minutes for them to finally stop,you didn't read them but had an idea of what they were about because you already saw few of the messages that popped up,you would rather call him then go through the messages at this minutes. You dialed his number,putting your to your ear,waiting for him to answer.

"Hello! Baby,I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt or say anything mean to you! I wasn't thinking!" You heard him say,he sounded frantic and worried which was unlike his cool and calm personality.

It almost broke your heart to hear him like this,"My little Blueberry,calm down I'm not going anywhere I promise. Let's meet up at our favorite place."

"Okaay,I'll see you there pumkin pie! Be there soon! I love you." You heard him before he quickly hangs up to meet you there.

You get up,fixing your hair to make it look more presentable and put on new comfy clothes that your friend let you wear. You put your shoes on along with grabbing your keys and the things you need,walking out the door to meet up Sampo.

You guys met outside the ice cream place,the one at the park or near the park,Sampo immediately hugs you tightly.

"I'm sorry,so very sorry." He mutters as his grip doesn't let up.

"Sampo,you're suffocating me!" You squeaked,trying to push him away.

"Please let me make it up to you! I'll buy you a million ice creams! I'll spoil you even more than usual!"

"Sampo." You called out to him.

"I'll steal from people for you!"

"Don't do that."

"Okay.. we'll have date nights everynight!" He smiles,whatever his gal wants she gets,he'd make sure he'll follow your request.

You managed to break free from his grip,grabbing his hand and kissing it,making small circles into his palm,"I appreciate the thought but you don't gotta do all of that... I may forgive you to easily and way to quick,it could be the dumbest mistake I can make,but love is all about making mistakes and forgiving right? We are people,we are bound to make mistakes rather its everyday or not we still make them."

The dark blue haired male smiles,bringing you into a kiss,"Let's make all the mistakes then." He kisses you once more as small giggles escape your lips. He deepens the kiss,slipping his tongue into your mouth,exploring every inch of you.

You felt dizzy but in a good way,feeling your knees become jelly, but lucky for you,you had an amazing, strong, and handsome boyfriend to hold you. You felt like time had stopped for just a moment until you heard some random person clearing their throats.

Sampo breaks the kiss with a grin while your face was flustered from the kiss and from the embarrassment,you apologized to the citizen,feeling Sampo taking hold of your hand, whispering into ear,"I know of another way I can make it up to you my queen." Hints of lust was in his voice as your face turn darker in front of the citizen,Sampo quickly drags you to his place.

He wasted no time getting you naked,in between your legs kissing and bitting your inner thigh,"Mhh such beautiful thighs you have baby." He squeezes your chubby thighs,admiring them,loving them. You looked away shyly as he complements you,"Ah,Ah,Ah,look at me, baby." He calls you which you immediately obey.

"That's my gal." He smiles.

He gets close to your pussy,you could feel his warm breath,he gives you a kiss down there before licking all over your pussy. Your hands went to his hair,trying to remain eye contact with him as he eats you out.

You felt weak.

Weak to your knees.

He then went back to placing kisses,sloppy ones,messy ones,long and short ones,and my God the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit,you bite your lip as you rolled your eyes slightly.

"Sam..po.." you moan.

You begin moving your hips,grinding yourself on his tongue.

Sampo gets closer if even possible,his strong hands his on both of your thighs,gripping them like he's never gonna feel them again,sucking and biting your clit till it's swollen. He gently kisses it,loving the noises you made for him as he enters his tongue in you one more and fucks you with his tongue,making out with your walls as the best as he could.

Your eyes rolled back again,your wall clenching around his tongue,grinding faster or as fast as you could,"Sampo.. please..please..." you plead to him,feeling tears in your eyes as your fingers grabbed harder onto his hair which he moan from that. You felt his tongue touch a certain part,a sensitive part,"Ah!" You cried,feeling light headed,you would of fallen by now if Sampo wasn't holding you.

You were close,you could feel your climax coming quickly.

Huh?

He took his mouth off of you..

You wanted to cry.

Hearing him undoing his belt,"Baby,let's finish this on the bed,I said I'll make it up to you,plan on doing it in different ways. Going to spoil you tonight. " His eyes gleamed in mischief.

[thollandneedy]

Rainy Dates- Peter Parker

A/n: It was supposed to be a Nathan Drake fic bc i think i'm not writing enough for him, but this is so Peter Parker coded that i just couldn't 🫠

Warnings: Language and pure fluff

Summary: Peter prepares a date for his childhood best friend aka his crush, but the rain ruins everything

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It was no surprise to anyone that Peter was completely infatuated with his childhood friend, Y/n. The girl always visited Peter's house, as she was his apartment neighbor and would leave her window open when the boy was home, so they could see each other and talk on the phone at the same time. Y/n also knew about this little crush that Parker was trying to hide, but she allowed him to take enough time to call her on a date.

The Saturday afternoon sun was bright, and the rain clouds that once warned of a storm now seemed to have gone. Peter was under a tree in the park, less than a 20-minute cab ride from where they both lived. The day was planned, and the to-do list on Peter's cell phone showed it, as his feet tapped against the grass with nervousness. When he'd told Y/n that he'd like to go out with her, he hadn't told her that it would be a date, even though everything he'd put together showed that it was something romantic.

In front of the boy in the blue plaid shirt, there was a tablecloth spread over some autumn leaves, a basket he had stolen from his aunt May with some typical picnic food. A few plastic cups because May had said she didn't want him to break the new ones she'd bought him, and a dirty orange one from a box. Inside the basket was a bouquet of colorful flowers, which he planned to give to Y/n as soon as she arrived.

While his anxiety seemed to want to burst out of the hero's chest, Ned's voice on Peter's phone tried to calm him down.

“Dude, take it easy. Everything's going to be fine.” The brunette on the other end of the line said, his eyes fixed on his video game.

“I know it will, but I want it to be perfect. I've been planning this all week, and nothing can go wrong now.” Peter leans his back against the tree trunk, crossing one of his arms and resting the instep of his foot on the tree.

“Shit!” Ned exclaims.

“What? What? Did Y/n send you something?” Peter is startled out of his initial position.

“The zombie got me.” Ned explains angrily.

“Ned! I need you to pay attention.” Peter asks in a whimper.

“I am. I swear I am. Here's the plan, be nice and show that you're not nervous, okay?” Ned pauses his game, turning around.

“My ass is literally sweating, and I didn't even know that was possible.” The brunette replies, drawing a muffled laugh from his best friend.

“Dude, focus. You have to be what you've always been, only less awkward and sweaty. Compliment her, don't forget the flowers and definitely don't try to kiss her if she doesn't give you signs that she wants to be kissed.”

“What if I want her to kiss me?”

“You can't always be the center of attention, Spider-Man.” Ned jokes, opening the door to his room and walking into the kitchen.

“NED! Keep your voice down! Your grandmother might hear.” Peter warns the brunette, speaking in a low voice and once again looking around.

“Peter, my grandmother is the deafest person I know.”

“Oh fuck, I think she's here. I've got to go.” Peter comments as he sees from a distance a person passing along the paved line where people and bikes pass in front of the duck pond.

The pond in front of the lawn was quiet, and not even the ducks hovering over the water seemed to be excited by the presence of those throwing bread to feed them.

“Don't forget the signs of the kiss. And don't talk about your sweaty ass.”

“Have a heart, Ned.” Peter comments with a grimace. “I'll call you later.” Without even managing to say goodbye to his friend properly, the call goes dead on Ned's side, who just shrugs and goes up to his room again.

His eyes squinted, trying to make out the image of the girl who seemed to be Y/n from afar. With a twinkle in his eye, the brunette raised his hand to greet her, but when he got a few feet closer, he realized it wasn't her. Embarrassed, he put his hand up to his hair, pretending to fix it. Peter put his head down, denied it to himself and then turned to where the picnic was set up.

“ HOLY SHIT!” Peter exclaims at the image of Y/n standing in front of him, letting out a loud laugh that makes her kneel for a few seconds on the ground, catching her breath at having accidentally startled Peter.

“Am I that ugly?” Y/n laughs again.

Peter looked her over from head to toe. The girl was wearing bell-bottom jeans with a red sweater that clung to her curves, along with an old black all-star that Y/n refused to take off her feet, having been a gift from Peter two-three years ago.

“You're never ugly. You're always flawless, even when you're snotty.” Peter comments, smiling.

“For your information, it was you who gave me the flu, okay? And I'm better now, thanks for asking.” Y/n sits down on the cloth stretched out on the green of the park. “What did you bring for us to eat?” Y/n tries to peek inside the basket, but Peter puts his hand on top of hers, preventing her from peeking.

“Your favorites.” Peter brings the basket close to him, opening it and showing the bouquet. “These are your favorites, right?” Peter hands over the flowers, drawing a tender smile from his childhood best friend's glossy pink lips.

“Peter, they're beautiful. I love them.” The girl thanks him, sniffing them as the boy removes the food and places it on the cloth. “I brought you something too.” Y/n recalls, causing the brunette to look at her curiously.

“You didn't have to bring anything. I told you I wanted to pay for today.”

“It's no big deal, I promise. I went to the market and saw a huge box, so I got it for you.” Y/n takes out a bag with various flavors of kit-kats. “I know you like them a lot, so I got some new flavors for you to try.”

Peter smiled without showing his teeth, thanking her with his eyes.

“I didn't even end up asking you how your exam went yesterday. Did you pass?” Peter asked, putting the bag behind him.

“I hope so, especially after you helped me. I feel like I haven't thanked you enough.” Y/n comments, moving closer to Peter until their shoulders are side by side.

“The kit-kats already thanked me” Peter laughs awkwardly. “I was a bit afraid you weren't coming today.”

“Why? Do you think I'd let you down in our… well… this thing we're having now. I'm not sure what you want to call it yet.” Y/n pauses as she says it.

Y/n had always known that Peter and she were more than friends, and had discussed it a few times growing up, because friends didn't feel jealous when they kissed other people or went out with other people. Peter had only had one girlfriend, and a few girls he had taken out, but none of them made him feel what Y/n made him feel. Y/n, on the other hand, didn't go out with almost anyone as she hoped that one day Peter would make a move, but when she realized that he would take a long time, she became more open to meeting guys her own age.

“I… would you say it's a date?” Peter says uncertainly, waiting to see Y/n's reaction, who replies with a sweet smile.

“Of course. A date then.” Y/n agrees, tucking her hair behind her ear. “And what do we do on a date? You've been on several. You must be confident.” Y/n mentions.

“I've been on seven. And I'm sweating in places I didn't know water could come out of, to tell you the truth.” Peter laughs, looking away. “I'm also a bit unsure of how to act, really. We're so used to being close, but when it becomes something real and romantic, it's like I don't even know you. You just become an idealization of me.”

“I'm ideal for you, then? Good to know.” Peter plays cocky.

“Shut up, Parker. I'm not the one who prepared all this, and apparently I'm not the one who's the most nervous either.” Y/n retorts, taking a piece of the snacks cut into squares.

Without them noticing, the wind began to blow harder and heavy rain clouds approached. Peter looked up, closing his eyes in frustration.

Shit

A few drops of rain began to fall on the couple's heads as they began to organize the food in the basket once again. As much as they tried to be agile, the rain was faster. In less than two minutes, the heavy rain came down with a fury, soaking the couple's clothes. Peter felt frustration take over his chest, cursing to himself once again.

“I should have trusted the weather forecast. The sky was so fucking clear.” Peter curses.

“Relax, Peter. It's just rain.” Y/n stands up, picks up his bag and puts it on his shoulder.

“It's not just rain, Y/n!” Peter exclaims with his hands, unhappy. “I've had this date for a week. I planned the place because it's in front of the lake and I know you like watching the sunset. Far away from rubbish dumps, I made the food, I even paid a bunch of kids not to play ball nearby so we could have some alone time, and now you're wet, the flowers are wet and there's nowhere close to be without the rain soaking us all!” Peter says loudly as the sound of the thunder seemed to want to silence him

Y/n held the brunette's hand, guiding him to a tree with large leaves and standing under it. The drops still reached the couple, but it was less worse than if they had been completely exposed to the sky. Peter took a deep breath, placed the basket between his feet, and denied himself once more. Y/n's hand was still in the brunette's, who then looked at the girl, her breasts marked by the wet, clinging clothes.

“Sorry.” Peter says. “I didn't want to get stressed, but I wanted it to be a nice time.”

“It's okay, Peter.” Y/n squeezes the hero's hand. “I like rainy days.” The girl says, trying to cheer up her friend.

“Remember when you got dumped by that Daniel guy? And you made me pick you up from that bakery, and it started raining really hard and so we were sharing the phone while The Neighborhood was playing. You said “I hate rainy days”, and I said “but they're nice with you because you're cold and I can warm you up”. You called me an idiot, and smiled afterwards.”

Y/n stared at Peter as he recalled one of Y/n's first encounters. The girl had always known that Peter was a guy who cared about her, and paid attention to details that she might not even remember. Her heart began to beat harder with every word Peter said, as if her body had been teleported back to that day when she was 15 and heartbroken. Peter stared after her, just enjoying the comfortable silence between them and the sound of the rain in the background.

“I'm cold now.” Y/n says, locking her eyes with Peter's, who moves closer to the girl, putting one of his arms behind her and pulling her wet body to his.

“Good, because I can keep you warm.” Peter replies, feeling his heart beat faster the closer their faces get, allowing their lips to stick together shyly.

Peter turned his torso so that he was face to face with Y/n, who placed both hands on the brunette's cheeks, while Peter's strong hands held Y/n's waist tightly, as if he didn't want his body to escape the warmth emanating from him. Their tongues wrapped around each other carefully until the kiss was broken by both of them being startled by a bolt of lightning that struck close to where they were standing.

“We'd better get going until we find a place. There's an ice-cream parlor a ten-minute walk from here as far as I know.” Y/n comments, looking at the park full of puddles.

“Shall we listen to some music?” Peter takes a Bluetooth headset out of his pocket, handing one of the earphones to Y/n, who laughs to herself and nods.

“Listening to music it is, then.” The girl puts the earphone in one of her ears, holding it in her free hand, and walks out from under the tree without worrying that the rain will make them sick later.

[ggomos-maribat]

1 | a perfect day

Part 1 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

The place they reserved was beautiful: the greenhouse-type of dining with ferns and orchids hanging from the glass ceiling and walls, a lush green against the pristine white of their chairs and table napkins. The day was blessed with fair weather so just the right amount of sunlight was cascading down on them which fit the light hum of the festive music from the speakers. Even the hostess herself was a sight to behold—a flowery off-shoulder dress, curled brown hair, and pastel manicured nails.

Sabrina truly felt she was in another world.

Their hostess stood up, holding her wine glass in one hand. "I'd like to make a toast." She beamed. "To everyone here, who accepted my invitation for a humble reunion."

She looked at them on by one, first at Alya who seemed to cling at her every word, then moved down the table to Nino, Rose, Juleka, Max, Kim, and so on. These were faces of now acclaimed people, successful in their respective fields. "It seems it was just yesterday when we were only students in Ms. Bustier's class," she continued, "But in reality, we've been through a lot. Ups and downs, pains and losses. But I'm proud of us for sticking together, for keeping in touch after all these years."

A star in the social media field, and a proud founder and CEO of her brand. Lilia Ross. That was the alias she had been using when she was stepping into fame. But to Sabrina, she'll always be Lila, the charming girl who once was a transfer student in their class.

"To us!" Lila cheered, raising her glass up in the air. They all followed suit, some laughing a little and others bursting into lively conversation.

Sabrina took a sip of her drink, turning to her left. "It really has been so long, hasn't it, Chloe?"

The blonde appeared to be in some kind of stupor, but her friend's words shook her out of it. "Huh?"

"I said it's been so long."

Chloe rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Uh, yeah, you're right."

"Are you okay?"

She gave a smile of reassurance. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, it's just . . . stress from work."

Sabrina was about to suggest she get some rest first when the wooden doors opened, revealing another familiar face from their teen years. Large sweater over a collared piece. A priceless watch. Golden hair fixed to look stylishly unkempt.

The man greeted them, "Hey, I hope I'm not too late?"

At the head of the table, Lila's jaw dropped open. "A—Adrien?"

"That's me," he chuckled lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Long time no see, everyone."

The others, too, couldn't mask their shock—understandably so. Adrien Agreste had been out of the public eye for the past seven months, halting his modeling career and laying low in god knows where. Even Sabrina couldn't remember when she had last seen him.

It was Alya who stood up, grabbing a seat for their new guest. "It's been so long!" She said. "Come here, sit. Where have you been and why were you so unreachable?"

"Yeah, man, I even tried visiting your old house in Paris. They said you weren't there." Kim, meanwhile, passed a plate to him.

"I'm really sorry for that." Adrien gave a sheepish look. "I was too focused on taking time for myself. I'm on hiatus from modeling—I didn't mean to cut everyone off. But I wanted to make it to this reunion!"

At that second, Sabrina's phone began to buzz a notification.

"It's alright to take a break sometimes," Mylene consoled. "Are you going back to modeling soon?"

Adrien shrugged. "I'm not sure yet; I might try out other things and see what works for me."

The phone vibrated again, a few times in succession this time.

"What about working with me?" Alix offered. "I need some extra hands around the museum. Minimal experience needed! I'll teach you everything I know."

The nth buzz sounded and Sabrina pulled out her phone from her purse to completely silence it but then she caught a glimpse of Chloe. She looked pale as a sheet, staring down at her unfinished plate.

Sabrina leaned. "Chlo—"

Buzz. Buzz.

Frowning, Sabrina unlocked her phone to check what the incessant ringing was all about. There were tweets, articles, posts, and messages filling up the screen like something had blown up. And something might as well have.

Her eyes widened when she tapped on an article.

Alya's voice rang out. She, too, was looking at her phone. "Hey, Lila, what's this all about?"

"Hm? Is it about my magazine feature?"

"No, it's not," Sabrina whispered.

There in bold letters the words were summoning up a storm: 'The Truth About Lilia Ross: She's Not Who You Think She Is' .

***

Saturday morning saw Jason Todd at the Wayne manor's dining table, munching on a piece of toast with jam. He stayed the night after patrol upon Alfred's insistence, and then remained for breakfast after some more badgering.

The second eldest raised an eyebrow when Bruce strolled into room wearing office clothes.

"Event at WE today," Bruce explained, making a coffee for himself. "Tim, feet off the table please."

Tim, who was stuck to his phone, let out an incoherent mumble before putting his feet down.

"Lilia Ross," uttered Bruce. "Does that name ring a bell?"

"French-Italian, founder and CEO of Lilia Designs, sells clothing and cosmetics," Tim supplied in a monotonous voice. "She's more famous as an influencer though. In the past few days, there have been a lot of rumors popping up about her. Why do you ask?"

"PR at WE asked me. They wondered if I knew her."

"What does she have to do with Wayne Enterprises?" Damian chimed in.

Celebrities and trends never piqued Jason's interest—he focused on eating, debating internally if he should purchase more handguns to replace a couple that he lost.

"She's been promoting our products even if she's not legally affiliated with WE," Tim explained whilst gulping down his daily dose of caffeine. "She's just trying to fish for a real sponsorship or partnership. Her brand's getting famous in Gotham, you know."

"It's not much of a concern for the company then. Our lawyers will be able to handle it if her so-called scandals affect WE," said Bruce.

"True, but it's still weird. This is her first major backlash on the internet and there's a lot of—" Tim did air quotes with his fingers, "—'anonymous witnesses' coming forward to show her 'true colors'."

"How is that different from the usual celebrity rumors?" asked Damian.

Okay, maybe Jason was a little curious.

He discreetly pulled his phone out to check the articles popping out online. And there were many, as if testimonies were spewing from a never-ending fountain.

'eiffelparis12: don't fall for it. she bought all those views and likes. fake *****'

'coffeecake: I worked as a stylist in a studio once. She was at our show...I didn't expect her to be so two-faced! She was so rude to the producer's assistant and kept bossing her around. The poor guy didn't even get to eat.'

'seaasss: her products arent even that good. lol.'

'venusred: she bought her way to be in our blog's feature. i'm pretty sure she has an anonymous sponsor.'

'harpyre: OMG! does she even pay her employees enough?'

'silverberry640: no way, lilia doesn't deserve this! there's no proof.'

'ngc5195: this is what fame does to all of them......sad.'

Jason looked up again when Bruce spoke. "For now, WE isn't obligated to proceed with legal action and we're not actually involved anyway. I'm sure this will pass on its own."

He wasn't wrong. Scandals came and went; people liked to throw stones at one person then move on to the next after the damage was done.

"Or not," Tim suddenly said, staring at something on his phone "Shit."

"What is it?" asked Bruce.

Tim read the words aloud. "Influencer Lilia Ross, accused of murdering former classmate." 

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Mortal - Chapter 3

A Suguru Geto x fem!Reader fanfiction

Words: 1510

Warnings: none

Summary: Mimico and Nanako get into a horrible car accident after a drunk night with their friends. Geto is called to the hospital where he discovers you, a human plagued by a cursed spirit, who saved his two precious daughters' lives from the fire.

It had been a few days since you had arrived at Geto's temple. He tried to avoid you as best he could, yet you somehow always managed to enter his line of sight. He saw you looking out the window, far at the washed blue of Tokyo's skyline, your face longing for something he could not possibly fathom. He caught a glimpse of you in the courtyard as you chatted with one of the elderly humans who had come to visit him, your smile as gentle as a butterfly. And once he saw you bowing your head to one of the staff as you sought for a way to help around in order to repay what he had granted you. He doubted you understood why they refused you; you had nothing to blame but what you were. At the end of the day, you were just another monkey.

Suguru's chopsticks hovered right before his mouth. Why did he ever even help you? He beat himself at night for doing so and yet when dawn broke and he caught all those glimpses of you he could not bear to approach and kick you out.

"Are we still not allowed to take the car?", asked Nanako said from across the table.

Suguru gifted his gaze. It hardened at once, not with hate but with fatherly fear. "Absolutely not", he said. Mimiko rushed to comfort Nanako's reddening face.

That's right, Geto thought. The two....the girls he had raised for the past ten years....they were only alive because....

"Mimiko!", Nanako yelled, "Come on! You know I'm right! It was just bad luck!"

"Bad luck or not I will not have you inside a car any time soon", Suguru said sternly, "If anything do it for my own heart"

Nanako lowered her gaze apologetically. No matter what anyone else said they were a family. Suguru cared for each and every one of them. Especially the two girls, and they were fully aware and returning that.

"Geto-san", said Mimiko, "Aren't humans lower than us?"

Suguru was startled by the sudden question. "Of course they are", he responded, "You've seen yourself their wickedness but at the end of the day I have told you: they are nothing but monkeys, and we are sorcerers"

"Then", she asked again hesitantly, "why is that woman staying here?"

"And you scolded me cause I asked us to go to the cat cafe", Nanako rested her head on her hand.

Suguru was speechless. He stared at the girls for a few moments before words finally reached his lips. "She pulled you two out of the fire", he said calmly, "I'm only repaying that debt". He carefully stood and fixed his robes. "Now", he said, "Should we get going? It is some time before we get to the school"

"Are we gonna see where you learned jujutsu?", asked Mimiko

Nanako shoved her phone to Suguru's face. "Are we still gonna go to the cafe??", she pointed at a map location in Tokyo, "Please please please please!!!"

Suguru chuckled. He walked around the table and hugged Mimiko's head close to his chest, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her hair. He did the same to Nanako. "Yes, and yes", he said, "But don't get too excited for either. Jujutsu High is a lingering remnant and...Nanako, do we really have to? It's going to be full of monkeys"

"Pleasee!!!", she whined, "I wanna see Tokyo! I've always wanted to go! And this cafe is famous!"

Suguru let out a defeated sigh. "I can't deny anything to you can I?", he chuckled, "Alright, but make sure to take your antiseptics. And no touching the monkeys directly"

"Yeah yeah!", Nanako waved him off with her hand.

It took some time for everything to be made ready but soon they were in flight. One of Suguru's spirits quickly carried them to his old school, a place he had not thought he would ever return to. Years and years after he and Satoru attended, a student talented enough managed to catch his eye. His name was Yuta Okkotsu. He would lie if he said he did not want the kid to join him at first, but few were those enlightened enough to see the threat the human race posed to sorcerers. Suguru made his declaration and left those people he once called allies for a second time, Satoru included. He could not concentrate as he and the girls toured Tokyo. He spent the evening doing nothing other than looking at the setting sun, knowing it was the same in every place on Earth. Even at night, long after their return, he twisted and twirled in his bed for the wrong reasons. He expected excitement, eagerness to fulfill the promise he made at the school. Instead, he was filled with dread, for he had to face sorcerers and, worst of all, even his old best friend.

"Dammit," he groaned as he pushed himself up from his futon. He scratched his head as he sleepily walked through the long corridors of the temple. He went to the kitchen and looted the fridge. Soon enough, he was surrounded by empty cans and bottles of all kinds. He gathered them in his arms and shoved them inside the recycling bin, punching them to fit inside but to no avail.

"Geto-san?", your voice came from the the door.

His head shot up, his eyes suddenly landing on your dishevelled form. Your hair was a mess, your body was dressed in a pearl white nightgown.

"Are you alright?", you asked, your eyes squinting as they tried to shake off the blurriness of sleep.

Suguru could not stop staring. It had been so long since anyone had spoken to him in that tone; a tone of pure concern.

"It's just been a long day", he stammered.

Your smile was kind and gentle as you approached him. You picked up one of the plastic bottles that had fallen on the ground and removed the lid. You left it on the floor and pressed it down with your foot, turning it flat, before reaching down to close the lid.

"There", you handed it over to him with a smile, "We can do the same to the rest and they should fit"

It took a moment for him to shake himself back to his senses. The moonlight that caught between your irises, your loose robe falling over your shoulder, the way you crushed something without a second thought... yet your voice remained gentle. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and question you until you told him who sent you to torture him this way. His gaze was drawn by your exposed collarbone, glistening underneath the blue shine of the night.

"Why are you up so late?", he asked coldly.

"I could ask the same of you"

Suguru chuckled. "Touché". He turned his head away. "I...saw my best friend today", he said as he closed the bin's lid.

You frowned. "Isn't that good?", you asked curiously.

Suguru gave you a sad smile. "I hadn't seen him in ten years", he said, "And yet he hadn't changed a bit. That's why....we'll never see each other eye to eye"

He felt your hand softly land on his arm. "I'm sorry", you said and he knew you meant it.

He wanted to shake off your hand. He should be doing that. You were just another monkey after all. So why did his hand cover yours, relishing its warmth? "I was the one who left", his heart confessed before his sense could stop it, "He probably hates me now".

What was he saying? Why was he speaking to you, about that no less? He must had really needed to get it out of his chest to appear so fragile, almost on parr in weakness with you.

"I would not be so sure", you said, "Ten years is a long time, and you said you were best friends"

It was exactly what he needed to hear. He looked at your moonlight-bathed features and he could tell you were not lying. You believed every word. Yet you could not see the full picture and, of course, he could never tell you. "Thank you", he said with a soft smile he hardly meant, "Now, it's late. you should go to sleep"

You frowned once more. "Why do you do that?", you asked as he tried to pull away.

"Huh?"

"Why do you smile when you're hurting?", your eyes trembled, "Is it that bad to allow yourself to cry?"

His breath hitched. He turned his gaze to the ground as he circled your words around in his mind. This is how he had always been. This is how he always coped. This...was the reason he left the school behind. How could you tell his smile was not real when even his friends could not? He clenched his fists. Why were you asking all these questions anyway? Why was he answering you? You were a weak human. Another monkey. His heart hardened once more.

"Yes", he growled as his eyes focused on you, "Yes it is"

And with that, he shook off your hand and disappeared in the darkness of the temple.

[lilith-little-world]

Could you please write some domestic headcanons for reader and wukong? Love your story btw^^ (or more like the concept lol)

Awww thank you, I wanted to do a slight twist to the isekai trope that explains how the reader got transported to another world. Although, the reader is far from the only one. She just happens to survive the transmigration... Kind of. I'm honestly kind of excited to start writing the first chapter soon. It's going to be one hell of a ride.

Now to those domestic headcanons, hope there are no spelling errors, I manage to break my Grammarly keyboard every single time I write something-

(Don't you dare judge the quality I was rushing through so badly then I realized I forgot how to fucking draw. I'm going to post some art here, it's going to be meh quality just until I get used to drawing again.)

- At first, it took a good while for you guys to settle down in one place. With you enjoying the urban lifestyle. Since it made visiting shops, friends, and just having a fun day out way easier. Wukong prefers to be isolated, his only interactions being mostly with Mk and you. However, after Wukong complains for the 100th time, you move to Flower Fruit Mountain under the condition he takes you out every few days into the city and that your friends can come and visit every once in a while.

- Surprisingly, he tries to renovate and spruce things up. House feeling a little small? Want a room for your things specifically? He and his clones will start making preparations (Also maybe ask Mk and the gang for help on what exactly to do and if he's desperate enough, he'll ask DBK for some advice.) Slowly but surely, the once small hut becomes more home-like. Then when you're both satisfied, he'll move on making the pathway to the house to the entrance of the waterfall. Cleaning up any debris or rumble of pillars and crumbling murals of the past. It was by your constant nagging that he restores it, getting rid of vines and moss.

- Other than wandering around or chilling at the house you literally have nothing to do. As much as it was a nice thought of spending most of the day doing your hobby, you physically don't have enough willpower to do it every day. One day while laying around, you noticed how dusty and unorganized the house truly was. So that is how you got stuck with cleaning and keeping things organized. Yet that didn't stop there, you noticed small things like a creaky loose floorboard. That you managed to fix after searching for how to on your phone. The sink isn't draining properly, drain cleaner is already on the need-to-buy list. The problem still not solve, time to put in some elbow grease and hope you won't get too dirty.

- However, you're definitely not touching his little hoard that he has been collecting over the centuries. The last thing you want is to release some ancient curse or break something that was once important.

- He can't cook, don't even try to make him, you don't want another fire, so get that cookbook open and pray you made something edible. Over the months you had gotten better, but there's much to improve. Yet, complete failure or not, Wukong still tries it out since he is immortal, it won't kill him, and the last thing he wants is for you to get seriously sick from food poisoning. If the food was not edible, then he's either going to get takeout or you both are going out to eat, give him a few minutes to throw up the abomination you created out his stomach.

- It's only fair that he washes the dishes. You make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's the least he can do. (That's if he still suffers from food poisoning, it's your turn to wash the dishes.) He picks up around the kitchen, any produce you left out back in the fridge. Spices in the cupboard in their usual spots. He knows you do a lot around the house, so it's now his turn to help.

- There's one chore you both do together, it's washing and putting the clothes away. You separate the clothing in their respective pile, while Wukong loads the washer. Whoever hears the washer finishes, loads the dryer, (cough you cough). Then when the loads are done, you guys come together and fold the clothes. While watching tv to pass the time. Although Wukong likes to make a big scene whenever he grabs your underwear or bra, it was only natural that you do the same with his boxers. You guys now know each other's undergarments and clothes sizes after that. Well, it makes shopping easier.

- Wukong kept his word and takes you to the city, and if you want a vacation away from the mountain. He got a temple ready to stay at and landmarks to show you. Over the years, he saw many things and wants to show you all of them. He never liked big crowds, so going to festivals was never his thing until he finds out you enjoy it. Well, looks like he's hanging out with the gang in the city, yaaay... Just make sure you're beside him for a good portion of the time there.

- He was a little hesitant about inviting the gang to the house, but he couldn't say no to both the student that he considers like his own son, Mk and his darling lover, the love of his life, you. In all honestly, Mk and you had already planned a day to bring the group over, and you guys decided to tell him last minute. Even though he would like a heads up, so he can reject the idea, strangely the simian doesn't mind. He had nearly forgotten that the mountain could feel so... warm and lively.

- Just be warned now that he has you beside him 24/7, this touch-starved monkey will be cuddling and kissing you, the first chance he gets. Don't fall for his tricks, he's a sneaky one.

- You made a small habit to groom his fur. Running your fingers through, him relaxing within your hold. If there's a comb or brush, you will get out any tangles or knots. His fur is now soft and fluffy and he is ready for pets and cuddles. You like to spoil him once in while.

- You guys hardly argue or fight, there was a time you even feared that the honeymoon phase will be over and then reality will hit. Yet it hasn't, maybe because Wukong is actually trying to be a better person so he can stay by your side. Also, he saw you angry once and he will do anything not to get on your bad side... again. Wukong tries to get your thoughts first and asks for people's advice, though he still has trouble speaking his ideas or thoughts. Being alone for centuries will do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche.

- So things are pretty peaceful, Wukong is opening up more and you managed to have a happy life despite the odds being against you. Now it's time to answer the question, will you become immortal and join Wukong for eternity, or prolonged/have your regular human lifespan? Sadly, Wukong wouldn't be able to handle your death. It will take all of his last remaining time to ever move on...

Wait a minute-

[iamsherlocked1479]

I have a Sherlock request if you’re happy to do it!

I’d love it if you could write something friends-to-lovers / idiots-in-love like where Y/N is on a case with Sherlock + John and she starts saying how romantic the place is so Sherlock takes her back there later and confesses his love to her 🥹

I love your writing!❤️

All I wanted to say

Sherlock x fem reader

Fluff only no warnings

Word count: 3.1K

Exactly as asked Sherlock has a crush and wants to confess. Hope you enjoy :)

“Are you sure I should be coming with you?” you say being pushed into the back of the cab by your unusual flat mate.

“Oh yes you’re perfectly qualified.” he smiled as he hurried along the cab driver.

“Sherlock, I own a bookshop.” you reply with a tone of irritance in your voice.

“Well nobody’s perfect but that's not what i mean.” he says keeping his eyes to the window

“I know, you mean John is busy with Mary and you need somebody to show off too.” you roll your eyes.

“Well, no. I don’t show off, we’ve discussed this.” he adds

“When?! When did we discuss this, I called you out on it last week.”

“Exactly and i told you i wasn’t showing off i was in fact you stating the obvious.” he says finally turning to you.

“No you didn't, you just stared at me.” you huff

“Did I?” he fixed his eyes elsewhere

“Uh huh.” you say crossing your arms like an unhappy toddler. “Where are we going?”

“Apollo victoria theatre. Lead to one of their most popular shows was murdered” he says texting away on his phone.

“No way” you brow raises in excitement

“What?” He looked confused. “It was murder, usually only I am excited over these things.” a small smile began forming at the corner of his mouth.

“No it’s just the history in that building and the shows, god what i’d give to see one.” your eyes lit up.

“Oh, right. One has to understand when they’re different I see.” his smile dispersed. His heart fluttered as he watched you watch the streets as you grew closer to the destination. He couldn’t understand it, he did actually bring you along to the case as you were useful, but he needed time. He needed time to study you more, he was going to eventually tell you his findings, just how he would explain it after watching you cry to countless romance movies and going on about relationships where for small minded people. But for you, he would be small minded.

You followed him out the cab in awe, the way his mood changed when he got to the crime scene was almost instantaneous like the flick of a switch, you enjoyed watching Anderson’s face drop as Sherlock entered the building. You followed him through the halls past the police giving you, a civilian, strange looks. You shouldn't be here but you were with him and that sugar coated the whole thing, but it’s not like he could ever know that, he was your friend and a good one that is. You couldn’t risk losing that he needed a friend and you needed him. For one he makes sure the crime story you’re writing is factually correct, whether you like it or not, but you did appreciate the time he spent with you. You’d take anything at this point, you were starting to become desperate and it stupid. But here you are following him through the place you’d always wanted to visit to look at a dead body, how romantic.

“I got here as soon as you called.” John appeared from the hallway as you walk down the aisles and rows of chairs towards the stage where a woman laid in the centre of the stage face down and a pool of blood leaking from her head.

“Have you examined her yet?” Sherlock commanded pulling rubber gloves down his wrists

“I thought John was busy?” you question

“Why would I be busy? This is my job?” john asked confused as you both look at sherlock who looked up from the body

“You didn’t answer my call. And i needed her.” he nodded to you who began to lose it

“Why would you possibly need me? I had to close the book shop I'm already behind on rent.” you pace as you lecture. You were stopped by his tall frame gripping your shoulders.

“Shh.” he says the taste of latex edging your lips as his finger covers them. “I need you to rule out the possibility of suicide. When was the building built?”

“1930.” you mumble “Did you just touch a body and then put your hands on my mouth?” you say pulling away

“Uh, maybe.” he holds his arms behind his back looking up to the ceiling “when was it last refurbished?”

“1981, why?”

“Look at that, your history degree is finally coming into use.” he says running backstage.

“Wow, I'm so happy about that.” you sigh sarcastically. You shuffle about the stage for a moment taking in the room, it was amazing the rows of velvet red seats climbing their way to the seats. The golden patterns on the railing, the way the dust trickled to the floor.

Dust? No that's not right, you look up to see Sherlock boxing on the railing above the stage that technicians would use to lower props.

“Sherlock, get down from there!” John yelled as sherlock stepped out closer to the edge.

“This plank, its broken.” he shouted back down

“Its an old building” john replied

“I’m coming back down. I know what happened.” the sounds of footsteps eagerly coming towards you echoed through the halls as he worked his way down.

“That was fast.” you say impressed

“Usually it doesn't take him this long, he seems a bit distracted.” John smiled

“Yeah, he hasn’t seen you in a while.” you add to his statement

“That's not what i meant.” he said still smiling

“Then what did you mean?”

“Suicide” sherlock interupted you

“But all the evidence leads to the backup lead.” john replies

“Just because the lead and the backup argue does not mean the backup would kill the lead. No, the lead was stressed, you can tell by the amount of loose hairs around her head. Probably because she was behind on her rent obviously doesn’t pay well in the west end, dark circles around her eyes and pale skin add to that conclusion, malnourishment, come on john you're a doctor after all. No my friend she couldn't handle her life anymore the pressure from the backup obviously wasn’t helping either but they are completely innocent.'' He turned to you and winked as he walked away correcting the collar of his coat.

You stood in awe. He really was impressive, but as you reminded yourself time after time he wasn’t interested. No matter how many times he would appear in the corner of the bookshop because he was, as he claimed, bored, no matter how many times you could have sworn you felt him watching you as he played his violin. He never really would be yours, all you could do was hold on to what you had.

Sherlock hoped that his quick conclusion would entice you to join him on more adventures. He smiled to himself as he approached the theatre owner, remembering the look of awe on your pretty little face, the way your hair followed the neat shape of your jawline, oh sherlock, he was becoming flustered. He hated how no matter how many times he tried to tell you nothing would come out. He would wait until the shop was empty and appear looking through the rows of books just so he could watch the way you made the young children smile with your stories or help a stressed student find their textbook. His favourite would be when a husband comes in looking for the best “i forgot our anniversary book” the way you would approach the confused men in the romance section and hand them the most popular romcom at the time, always worked. He just loved being around you, he just loved you, and he was never one for keeping things to himself. And he wasn’t going to let this be the only thing he would keep to himself. The one thing you might want him to say.

“Mr holmes?” the owner stood with his hand out towards him

“Huh? Yes?” Sherlock snapped back into existence, how long was he gone for?

“I said thankyou for solving the case, so glad it’s not going to be too much paperwork, i asked if you would like some tickets, as a thankyou i mean?” he still held out his hand waiting for Sherlock to shake it.

“No thanks not really my-'' wait that's it, your face lit up when you saw the theatre he could take you. It could be a date? Sherlock on a date, god if Mycroft where to find out he’d think sherlock had gone insane. “Yes uh, any shows tonight?”unlikely he thought, suicide and all.

“Yes, once we get the stage cleaned up, we have wicked if that's your thing?”

“None of it is but I know someone who would love it.” he smiled shaking the man's hand

“Great, I'll tell the office you’ll be joining us tonight, with a guest I assume?” he smiled

“Uh yes”

He walked away feeling accomplished, his plan was perfect, all he had to do was not freeze.

…………………………….

It was around 4:30pm when you finally managed to get back to the bookshop. There were only two hours left of your usual hours, but being behind on rent meant every minute the bookshop was open counted.

“Thanks for visiting.” you smile at one of your usuals, a ginger haired english student from the local university. You often found her sitting in the corner of the shop studying until just before closing time. It didn’t bother you that she rarely purchased anything you were just glad she had somewhere to lay low.

“y/n?” Sherlock cleared his throat from behind you, causing you to almost drop the books in your hand with his sudden appearance. “Erm sorry i didn’t mean to-”

“It's fine.” you laughed it off “What can i help you with?” you smile placing the pile of books in his hand for him to hold why you find their places on the shelves.

“I uh was wondering if- of course if you’re not busy i-” he stuttered his words as you turned to him tucking you hair behind your ears

“Are you okay there?” you ask, taking a book, your hand slightly tracing over him.

Oh god did you, you did. You touched his finger, whether you meant it or not he couldn’t tell. It was hard enough when you turned around giving him a good look of your emerald green eyes, and the slightly too low neckline of your sweatshirt, but as a gentleman should, he never looked too much. At least he tried to. But your touch burned his skin, he needed more, he needed you. Why was he here again? Oh right.

“Theatre.” he suddenly blurted out

“Pardon?” you say confused at his sudden outburst

“The owner gave me two tickets for tonight's show, wicked, I believe and I was wondering if you weren’t too busy would you go with me? I saw how excited you were and-” he paused realising he was rambling.

“You want to go out with me? Like a date?” your eyes widened slightly, maybe all this time the feeling was mutual.

“A date?”

“Well two people go out, they enjoy each other's company and do something fun.”

“Isn’t romance usually part of it?” he asks leaning on the shelf

“It can be, but friends can have dates too.” you smile warmly

That word left him confused, friends? Is that all you saw the pair of you as? Was it even worth asking? He couldn’t change the plans now, you love the theatre and even if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings, he would still get to see you smile. Sherlock Holmes was never one to back down because he was afraid of the outcome. And he wasn’t about to do it now.

He stood pacing in the living room of baker street, wearing his usual smart attire. Black dress trousers and a purple shirt. He paused as you came down the stairs looking a lot smarter than earlier, it was the theatre after all, he admired your outfit, a denim dress accompanied by black tights and your favourite pair of doc martins someone in your financial situation definitely shouldn’t own.

You moved in with Sherlock when John moved out after being friends for nearly two years, with you knowing him as the detective above the shop you figured having someone to help you pay rent wouldn’t cause you any problems. Only just leading to having a crush on the only man in London who didn’t seek out a relationship. People often seemed surprised when you told them you owned a bookshop, in the politest way girls who look like you don’t usually ever pick up a book after the age of five.

“Ready to go?” you smile picking up your coat. He stood silently observing you, his eyes tracing up and down your body. “Is everything okay? Is it too much?” you ask, becoming insecure.

“No, you look fine. Apologies for staring just, wow.” he smiled picking up his coat.

“Are you sure?” you ask as he ushered you out the door.

“Positive.” he smiled, this smile was real. Finally just you and him, he couldn’t wait for the show to be over, so he could tell you.

You gripped his arm as you entered the theatre heading to the ticket office, admiring the building in its true glory. The golden archways and marble floors are traced with a red carpet, leading to the box office. You were like a kid in a candy shop, it was amazing.

“Are you okay?” sherlock asked with a smile

“Better than okay.” you exclaim

“Two please, for Mr Holmes. Mr Thompson said i could get in on him.” he asked the booth worker

“Of course, we’ve been expecting you Mr Holmes.” she smiled and handed him a set of tickets.

The look on your face was what brought Sherlock to pause in his mind. She had never looked this fascinated with any case that he had brought her to before and… was she holding his hand? It must be awkward both holding arm and hand but… what could it mean? For one, Sherlock Holmes couldn’t find an answer.

The two of you walked to your assigned seats and found that the owner had given you some of the best seats in the house. Sherlock watched your eyes light up even more as you sat down and looked out over the other seats and the stage to fully take in what was happening.

“Thank you for this, Sherlock,” you looked over at him with a smile and watched as he tensed up, awkwardly looking for an answer under your gaze.

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Sherlock nodded to you and gave you a gracious smile before replying, “you’re welcome.”

“Doesn’t it look amazing?” You smile admiring the mechanical dragon hanging above the stage.

“Yes, one would say even intriguing.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on you. He sighed as he watched the grip you had on his hand tightened as the lights dimmed. Maybe this show would be the best thing he’d seen in a while.

The show itself was more amazing than you could have ever imagined. The voices of the actors were amazing along with the choreography they had paired with the songs. You watched as even Sherlock seemed to enjoy it, smiling every time you looked over at him. You finally concluded that defining gravity was your new favourite song and just as quick as it started the show was over.

“Oh my god that was amazing, maybe the wicked witch wasn’t so wicked after all.” You beamed

“Perhaps she wasn’t.” Sherlock laughed at your excitement, his chest tightening as you once again looped your arm with his.

You wandered the streets before eventually stopping at a chip shop Sherlock had insisted you eat from instead of the closest shop you could find.

“These better be worth the blisters these boots are giving me.” You sighed as you slumped into the bench.

“Believe me it's one of the very few things I enjoy in this life.” He sat next to you, moving the chips in your direction allowing you to share.

“Okay, these are pretty good.” You smile as you push a chip into your hungry mouth.

“I told you so.” He smiled, the knot in his stomach tightened again as you knee touched his, the feeling he had come to find an answer too becoming more prominent than it ever had been. “Y/n I- there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He put the chips aside and turned to you.

“Okay then.” You watched as his baby blues were now fixed in your pupils, dilating as your gazes met. You looked away trying not to bring too much attention to yourself as you felt the heat of your blush appearing on your face, all because he looked at you.

“I uh, erm. As you know or as I explained in my speech at john's wedding, if you remember.” He shuffled in his seat and cleared his throat. “Relationships are a strange thing to me, the way humans feel the desire to find a specific partner to spend every moment with repulses me.”

“Oh” you sigh, looking away again, “I know that.”

“But that was before i met you, before i too found myself feeling that I didn’t function properly without you and I still don’t understand it, i find myself thinking about you constantly hoping you notice everything i do. I hope that I never disappoint you or cause you harm and i- well. I don't understand these emotions I'm feeling, but I know that I can't imagine my life without you. You make me feel things that I never thought possible, and I want you to know that I care about you more than anything and-“ he wasn’t able to finish the speech he had prepared before your lips where on his, a surge of electricity flowed through your bodies only being satisfied when he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in as close as possible you let out a small hum as his tongue pushed into your mouth, dancing with your own before finally pulling away to catch a breath.

“I uh, sorry i cut you off i just wanted to-“ you laugh tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“No, no it uh it pretty much had everything i wanted to say.” He smiled, taking your hand into his. “It was all I wanted to say.” He repeated before pulling you in again

[keikeu]

call you mine :: yang jungwon

synopsis :: after jungwon visits a new cafe to relieve his stress from the university workload, the cute barista catches his attention. sadly, there always seems to be an obstacle stopping him from asking you out, whether it be his shyness or your current partner. but with the help of his friends and with the odds suddenly in his favor, jungwon's definitely going to find a way to confess.

pairing :: nonidol! yang jungwon x barista! gn! reader

genre :: strangers (to friends) to lovers, university au, social media au, fluff, crack

warnings :: reader gets cheated on, reader is oblivious of their feelings, cursing, kms/kys jokes

featuring :: enhypen, yoon from stayc, hanni from newjeans, intak from p1harmony, taehyun from txt, lily from nmixx (kazuha from le sserafim in future chapters)

taglist :: open

started :: august 18th, 2023

finished :: december 31, 2023

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chapters ::

0. college dropouts soon | coffee connoisseurs

1. i hope you guys (don't) have fun!!

2. i'm gonna kms

3. it's always the extra caramel

4. jobless era officially over

5. cute barista🤭😻

6. detective noo

7. yn likes shy loser guys

8. stop checking your phone challenge: FAILED

9. crazy day at the cafe

10. BOYFRIEND⁉️

11. flirting 101

bonus chapter - they want me so bad

12. he's an asshole

13. how to catch a cheater

14. never trusting a man again🙏🏻

15. the meet up

bonus chapter - we shared cotton candy

16. bad timing

17. they have a gf now❓😭

18. I CAN FIX THIS

19. dog parents on a date

20. the special order

bonus chapter - it couple

21. last coffee of the day

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a/n :: jungwon smau🎉🎉 i'm excited for this one bc i've wanted to write like a coffee shop/ barista au (if that's what it's called😭😭) and in my head jungwon fit perfectly for this so here it is!! i'll try my best to update once or twice a week but it all depends on my schedule :)) if you want to be tagged you can comment or leave an ask in my inbox!!

©keikeu

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Obsequium: Part I: Chapter Four

TITLE: Obsequium Part I: Chapter Four: Mabel's September PAIRINGS: Dipford (Ford x Dipper), Bipford, (Bipper x Ford), Pinecest (Dipper x Mabel), Stancest, (Stan x Ford), and possibly others. Gotta see where this thing takes me. SUMMARY: Mabel e-mails some friends and .... frenemies? Between her erotic RP with Grenda and her terse exchange with Pacifica, our girl is working through some things. Included are helpful (and traumatic) illustrations. They appear in the body of the text. NOTES: There is a LOT more lycan sex than I initially anticipated. Warnings under the cut!

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Graphic werewolf sex, graphic werewolf death (gore), sibling incest OVERALL WARNINGS: Incest, sibling incest, minor, coercive control, mind control, caregiver neglect, physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, dubious consent (dubcon), body horror, suicidal ideation, food restriction, sleep deprivation, self-harm, drug abuse, being drugged, lost time, and I’m going to specifically going to warn for “Ford being cruel to Stanley”, because it made me upset when I wrote it so I want to warn for it. If I forgot anything, please let me know and I will fix it IMMEDIATELY. I will add more if anything else comes up. 

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To: dipper@mysteryshack.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-02-2016 08:22:16 Subject: Just saw you off.

Just got you all packed up in the car and watched you drive away. I hate this. I hate this so much. You hate it, too. I know it. Why can't you just say that?

Speaking of things you won't say, you're not fooling me. I know, Dip. It's okay. It would be okay if you just told me, but you won't. Are you really that afraid that I'll hate you? After everything we went through? Give me more credit than that!!!

Give me more of everything...

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: dipper@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-02-2016 08:22:56 Subject: Re: Just saw you off.

I'm sorry, but I'm unable to answer your e-mail at the moment! I am temporarily losing access to this account so I can better concentrate on my studies. I hope to have everything in order and be back at it by the end of 2014!

-Dip

***THIS IS AN AUTO-RESPONSE. USER HAS BEEN UNAVAILABLE FOR 1,076 DAYS***

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To: straightblanchin@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-05-16, 22:45:16 PST Subject: Re: I saw Mr. Pines!!!

Really glad you were able to get out to see him! The place he's living isn't as bad as he likes to say it is, he just misses Gravity Falls. I go down there whenever I get the chance, but as soon as I start school my free time disappears. I suppose I could go down there on holidays, but that's the only time I ever get to spend with Dipper. He should be coming up to Washington for Thanksgiving, but he was supposed to come LAST year and he changed his mind.

Do you still call Grunkle Stan? Dipper says he needs more phone calls. I know the cell service there is really whack, but you guys still have a landline, right?

Speaking of Dipper!!! I got to spend the last week of August with Dipper for our birthday, as usual. He seems a bit stressed out, I don't think Grunkle Ford is giving him enough breaks. There's also something he's keeping from me, and in typical Dipper fashion he's doing an extremely bad job of it. I think he's trying to tell me without telling me, but I can't let that slide. He has to just ... say it. I tried to get it out of him all week, but I didn't get anywhere. Maybe I can make some more progress when I see him at Thanksgiving.

I've already gotten a letter from him! He says he's going to try and keep up this year, but ... he never does. He always tries, though, and that's something, right?

Let me know if you plan on visiting Grunkle Stan again anytime soon. Maybe I can try and meet you both!

XoXo Mabel

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To: : lumberjaneinthecity@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-07-2016 22:16:34 PST Subject: Re: New addy!

Hey, Wendy! Glad to hear you're settling in at your new place up in Portland. I don't think I could handle living with that many roommates, guess having all those brothers finally came in handy?

Just curious, do you ever plan on going back to Gravity Falls to visit?

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: lumberjaneinthecity@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-08-2016 07:49:06 PST Subject: Re: New addy!

Nah!

-W

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To: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-08-2016 21:10:43 PST Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf ((OOC: Sorry for my late reply, been distracted with Dipper and school. Can you send me an updated copy of the Master Doc? The one I have is really out of date; Princess Grenade is missing a bunch of the abilities I know her to have. Plus the List of Lovers is like, half as long as it should be lmaoooo.))

"YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE ME???" roared the werewolf, who's name was actually Steve, "I CAN'T HANDLE ME!!!"

The air filled with the sound of tearing fabric as he tore his pants from his bulging, werewolf legs. They were mostly off already, the transformation had seen to that,  but he knew that he needn't preserve his modesty in front of this royal beauty: her reputation preceded her. Every werewolf in the land knew that one day they may be confronted by the power of her erotic charms and have no choice but to act. And act Steve did, letting his bare body glisten in the moonlight for her and her alone.

"BEHOLD, PRINCESS! A MEMBER THE LIKES OF WHICH YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN!!!"

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-09-0:1:32:36 Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf

((OOC: NO WORRIES!!! I know you've been busy!!!! It was just a CRAPPY place to break the scene, I've been waiting almost TWO WEEKS for this horned up lycan take off his threadbare pants!!! UNF!! Master Doc attached!!))

Princess Grenade drooled, staring disrespectfully at his massive werewolf cock.

File Attachment: PRINCESSGRENADESEXCAPADESAGAMASTERDOC.rtf

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To: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-12-2016 21:10:43 PST Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf

((OOC: Thanks!! Are you still updating the GroogleDoc? Candy says she'll try and draw some art of this scene when we're done. You know she doens't like to work off stuff we haven't finished. She wants the whoooooole enchilada. Says it makes us better writers for it, and I think she's right, you know?))

Massive it was, looming over the Princess like a throbbing baseball bat of love, twitching with desire as he breathed heavily, "THEY USED TO CALL ME STEVE!!!" he growled, taking a threatening step towards Grenade, "BUT I ATE EVERYONE THAT CALLED ME STEVE!!!! AM I STILL STEVE????"

Even in peak arousal; the torment of his stolen humanity was evident. Poor Steve. Will no-one reach out and touch Steve?

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-13-2016 03:11:23 PST Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf

((OOC: TOTALLY!! God, I just feel so bad for Steve, you know? Don't worry, Steve. You can cry it all out after you thrash me with your hog!!!))

 "Steve, STEVE!" Princess Grenade bellowed, holding up her hands, "You really need to CHILL! Of COURSE you're still Steve." She reached out and took his hand-paw in hers, "Deep down inside, you will always be Steve."

Princess Grenade took a deep breath and powered up her level seventeen void throat. //This one's gonna be a DOOZY!!//

Without any fanfare, the busty princess swallowed Werewolf Steve's twitching cock whole, her void throat working overtime to stimulate the needy beast. He yowled. He growled. He made noises that defy description, releasing them into the night as the best throat game in the seven kingdoms worked to free him from his madness.

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To: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-15-2016  20:30:02 PST Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf

((OOC: Level seventeen??? Nice. Nice. Also, Grenda, if you reply to another one of these at 3 am on a school night I won't reply again for a week. We promised we wouldn't let this get away from us like it did last year.))

Steve was no match for the princess; folding into his desires immediately. They had been building so long, long before this encounter had ever happened. He spent his days, even as a normal human being, daydreaming about finally being able to lay his hands on Princess Grenade. To cover her in kisses so tender they bordered on savagery, to short-circuit her over-anxious brain to stop her from thinking too much, to force a physical connection that it would be impossible for her to ignore. As decadent as Grenade's throat void was, he needed something more out of her: ecstasy.

He forcefully pulled Princess Grenade away from him, lifting her by the shoulders. "I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!!!! I'M COMING TO TAKE IT!!!!"

Taking the princess' enthusiastic whooping as a go-ahead, he threw her to the ground and pinned her with his meaty wolfman body. He paused a moment to rest his snout in the crook of her neck, savoring the way the scent of the dirt under them mixed with her sweat. Not distracted for long, he ripped away her clothes with his claws, careful not to graze her flesh.

There it was. The naked body that had consumed his dreams. A gift and a curse, a nightly visitation by the most perfect thing he had ever seen ... yet was always so painfully out of reach. In his dreams he let that beautiful body consume him, and he consumed it right back, aching and striving to make the face of its owner twist in pleasure so intense it made them forget why they shouldn't be doing this. And, like clockwork, just when it felt like he was finally going to experience the ultimate climax, it was ripped away from him as he joined the waking world. Left to lay there panting in bed, listening to the worst morning DJ in the world make unfuny jokes about subjects that are none of his business. A nightmare more terrifying and tortuous than turning into a monster once every twenty-eight days: unrequited longing.

But it was okay ... this wasn't a dream, and his nightmare was about to end.

Steve descended on Princess Grenade with wolfen fury, satiating himself using her body as the means. Not that her needs were being ignored, quite the opposite in fact, getting her off was getting HIM off, and quickly. He thrust into her with wild abandon, moaning something that might have been her name, but it also might have been a plea for mercy. Before he knew it, his body was being wracked by an orgasm so powerful that it undid his transformation -- but not before he ejaculated dubious ropes of his essence deep into Grenade's womb.

Steve the human, who really wasn't all that handsome actually, panted on top of the princess as he struggled to find his breath. Now that he'd been freed of his curse, at least for the time being, he was sane enough to remember his true mission: Kill Princess Grenade.

He smirked, even though his original plan had been derailed and ruined a good portion of his life, he was still going to look like the smartest person in the world even though it was completely by accident. He was just better than everyone else that way, including the princess who he had just used for his own joy and now was ready to discard like trash just because of a nebulous order from an even more nebulous being that promiesd him nebulous rewards. He reared up, eyes blazing, violence in his heart.

"Aha!" he crowed, triumphant. "I have outsmarted thee, Princess, and I--"

Steve's voice melted into an unsettling squelch as several crossbow bolts pierced his skull, erupting with his useless brain on the other side. His steaming gray matter covered the forest floor, his pathetic body slumping to the dirt as his tainted blood drained from the open wounds in his head. His eyes stared skyward, milky and full of terror, perhaps he realized just before the life left his body that he had truly messed with the wrong princess. Grenade had friends, powerful ones.

"Princess, it is I, the Lady Maybelle." the high-level holy knight stepped from the shadows, her armor gleaming in the moonlight. "I came to find you because I need to talk to you about something.... important. I saw that you were having a bit of fun with a werewolf, so I was just gonna hang around until you finished. But... That man meant to kill you, so I killed him first."

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-17-2016 23:15:26 PST Subject: Re: Princess Grenade and the Lusty Werewolf

((OOC: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! That's a LOT!!! Lemme address some things. 1) I was not "up until" 3am, I happened to wake up to go to the bathroom and saw that you had replied. I got excited and dashed out my reply, I promise I won't do that again in the future. 2)This is literally the hottest thing you have written to date and I hope you're proud of yourself. 3)Unrelated, are you still seeing that therapist your dad set you up with? Just wondering how that's going. 4)I think this reply can count as the endcap on the scene. I'll compile this and send it to Candy so she can put that Bacom Wamboo tablet to WORK!!! 5)If you wanna go ahead and start a new e-mail thread, cool!! Or if you want me to do it just let me know, either way!!))

"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!" Princess Grenade screamed, wiping dumb man viscera off of her face as she sat up, naked and satisfied. "Wow! Good thing you always have my back, Lady Maybelle! Sounds like you need ME to have yours! What's up??"

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 19:16:01 PST Subject: Hey...

Hey, Pacifica

It's Mabel Pines.

Just wondering how you're doing lately, and I'd like to remind you that you owe me a favor.

XoXo Mabel - To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 19:58:21 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

Wow. Really?

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:05:14 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

Yes, really!!

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:14:38 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

I'm fine, thanks. A year from now I'll be settling in at the Ivy Junket school of my choice, and if I manage to get all A's daddy said he'll let me choose a species to knock off the critically endangered list. I'm thinking bonobos, I hate their noses.

What do YOU want from me? Other than my money and attention?

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:19:32 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

Bonobos! Sounds ... great!

Have you seen my brother at all lately? If not, can you try and get a look at him?

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:26:38 PST Subject: Re: Hey

No.

Why?

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:30:31 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

I just ... want you to check for anything weird!!

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:38:21 PST Subject: Re: Hey

A 17-year-old boy cloistered away in the woods with an eccentric old man that never leaves the house? Nothing weird there. Sounds perfectly normal, actually, especially for you Pines freaks.

You're going to have to be more specific.

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:43:59 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

I really can't be more specific at the moment. He writes to me, but some of the things he's been putting in his letters lately have me pretty worried. I just want to get some eyes on him to make sure he's okay. If you manage to run into him in town, could you try and snap a picture and send it to me? Also: Have you heard any weird whispering from the woods? Seen anything unusual? I mean, unusual for Gravity Falls.

XoXo Mabel

- To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:50:19 PST Subject: Re: Hey I can TRY and get a picture of him??? We don't exactly make a habit of crossing paths, but sometimes I see him out driving. IF I manage to see him I will ATTEMPT to take a picture, but I'm not going out of my way to get it done.

No, no whispers or anything. At least not that I've noticed. I don't tend to make a habit of going near the woods. Don't like the scene, you know? The town seems a bit dour lately, if that counts for anything. Just an icky sort of ... yuck, that's all over the place. Really harshing the homecoming vibes this year. BTW, can you please tell Grenda that if she submits 'Lycan Lovers' as her idea for prom theme one more time that I'm going to have her drawn and quartered? She won't take my calls, for some reason.

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone.

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-19-2016 20:52:31 PST Subject: Re: Hey...

Thank you!!!!

And yeah. I'll tell her.

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-21-2016 16:48:54 PST Subject: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

what color is the werewolf steven's fur??? you never say in the text. i want to make him green, if it is up to me. (๑>؂•̀๑)

btw btw

this one was SO good. you and grenda are so talented. (๑>◡<๑)

-can

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To: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-21-2016 22:01:28 Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

Omg I think green would be amazing, actually. Go with that!

Thanks for the compliment, I've been putting a lot into my writing lately. It's pretty much the only outlet I have, lol.

BTW, have you seen Dipper around town at all?

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-22-2016 16:30:21 PST Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

green it is!!! hehehehehehe

i did not see him recently, no. i did see him over the summer. i made a sketch of what that looked like. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

-can

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To: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-23-2016 17:22:08 PST Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

I've seen him since the summer, so this isn't really helpful. It's also unhelpful for other reasons.

Can.

Can?

IS THAT AN ORE NO PIKU SCREENCAP REDRAW???

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-24-2016 16:10:13 PST Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

ohohohohohohoho miss mabel (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶), i don't know what you mean? (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

how do you know what that is?  Don’t you try and goody proctor me! (¬`‸´¬)

-can

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To: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-24-2016 22:51:08 PST Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

Firstly, never mind. Secondly, I'm begging you not to send me the colored version if you do it. Thirdly, how's that werewolf coming along?

...Also, if you see Dipper in town, try and get a close look at him? I'm not sure he's okay. I'm getting worried about him.

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: gigglewiggle@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-25-2016 18:52:49 PST Subject: Re: questionnnnnn ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )

will do! i will be looking for him harder than usual. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

and here is the latest version of the illustration. ( > 〰 < )♡

-can

File Attachment: werewolfstevenandprincessgrenade.png

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 17:01:13 PST Subject: As you asked...

So, I was trying to take some selfies for Gramsta by the 24-7-365, when guess who I spotted in the parking lot?

Sorry for the filter; I wanted to get the picture as quickly as possible and did NOT want to be like ... obvious about it. I tried to send it in the parking lot but I couldn't get it to go through, so I did it as soon as I got to my home wi-fi.

IMO he's looking a little stressed out. I remember him looking that way most of the time? But it's particularly noticeable; like he's having a reeeeally bad day. The bags under his eyes say he's not sleeping great, either.

That means he's fine, right?

-PNW

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 17:45:20 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

I don't really think so. Thank you for doing this for me.

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:10:38 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

It wasn't any trouble, really.

What do you think is wrong with him?

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:17:22 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

I don't know.

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:25:38 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

Are you like, gonna try and find out?

-PNW

Sent from my Fruitphone

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:28:22 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

I don't know!

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf             From: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:36:03 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

Well, if you figure anything out, maybe let me know. Or don't, do whatever you want.

-PNW

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To: 2rich2furious@northwest.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-27-2016 18:38:49 PST Subject: Re: As you asked...

I will.

XoXo Mabel

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To: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf From: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf Date: 09-28-2016 22:55:31 PST Subject: What's Up With Lady Maybelle

((OOC: Candy sent me the updated art and MAN!!! She really knows how to capture the moment. You hadn't sent a new start post so I'm taking initiative. Princess Grenade doesn't want to leave her most treasured friend hanging!!!!))

Princess Grenade walked arm and arm with the Lady Maybelle through the woods. When they were together, nothing could harm them. Their friendship was stronger than any bond, could endure any test, and was the safest place for any and all secrets. The envy of everyone in the land, the equal of none.

"So what's up, Lady Maybelle?" Grenade asked, "You seem really upset. Is everything alright? Obviously not, so, tell me what's not right! Let's make it right!"

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To: boycrazyyyyyyyyyy@gotmail.co.gf From: mabel@mysteryshack.co.gf Date: 09-30-2016  02:13:21 PST Subject: Re: What's Up With Lady Maybelle ((OOC: I had almost forgotten, thank you for sending this starter!!))

Lady Maybelle was quiet for a long time, focusing on the sound that her and the princess' footsteps made on the leaves of the forest floor. There was so much to say, where did she even begin?

"It's really complicated." she finally breathed, "...But it concerns Sir Ursa. I don't see him very much since he opted to stay and train with that shady wizard, and the letters he's been sending me lately have been keeping me up at night. The thing is, there's nothing overtly ... wrong ... with the letters, they're just ... not right. He's not right, and I don't know what to do. I'm worried that something terrible is happening to him, and I'm powerless to stop it."

- TBC in Obsequium Part II!!

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Too Sweet - Chapter 3 - Waking Up Early

Waking up early has always been natural for me, and I loved the comfort and tranquility of the mornings. On that special day, I got up excited, knowing I would meet Ellie to visit Hammond Castle, the venue we chose for our friend Sara's wedding. After going through my morning hygiene routine, I got dressed and eagerly headed to our usual café.

As I arrived, I ordered a cappuccino and waited for Ellie to arrive. While waiting, I glanced at my phone and saw her message: "Sweetie, call me early, I won't be able to wake up alone." I chuckled at the message, knowing Ellie wasn't much of a morning person.I decided to fulfill her request and called.

After a few rings, Ellie's husky voice answered from the other end.

"Sweetie? What's up?" she asked, sounding still sleepy.

“Ellie, I'm already waiting for you at the café. Hammond Castle, remember?" I replied, hoping that would help her wake up a bit. The line went silent for a moment, and then I heard a noise of something falling on the other side. "Ellie?" I called out, concerned.

After a few more seconds, her voice returned, now more awake. "Wait for me there, okay? I'll be there in 20 minutes," she said. The clock read 7:38.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and soon I saw Ellie walk into the café with a sleepy smile on her face. Her eyes were still slightly heavy, but the excitement spark was present.

“Sorry for being late, sweetie," Ellie said, rubbing her eyes lightly. "Seems like my bed was holding onto me more than I thought."I chuckled softly, understanding her morning struggle perfectly.

"No problem, Ellie. I'm glad you managed to wake up. We have a full day ahead of us."

As the days went by, I began to notice a pattern in Ellie's behavior: she rarely sent messages before 10:00 am. This observation became a subtle reminder that Ellie wasn't exactly a morning person, which sometimes made our mornings a bit more challenging. However, since we both worked in the afternoon, we often only had the mornings to sort out some wedding-related matters for Sara. This meant we had to adapt to Ellie's schedule and make the most of the morning period.

“What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset, sweetie?" Ellie casually asked as we drove towards some flower vendors. After pondering for a bit, I replied that I preferred sunrise. Ellie then softly hummed, "That's what I thought, but you know, I'd do many things for you, including waking up early to watch the sunrise with you." Her gentle and seductive tone made me laugh.

Ellie had this incredible ability to turn any conversation into a flirtation, leaving me both flustered and amused at the same time.

"You're an incorrigible temptress, Ellie," I replied, still smiling at her charming approach. "But who knows, maybe one day we can test that theory and watch the sunrise together."Ellie just smiled, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

It was one of the many reasons I loved spending time with her - her infectious energy and captivating humor made every moment special. I like to think I play along with her flirts just for fun, but sometimes I find myself eagerly anticipating them.

“Do you match the morning, you're as bright as it, should I change your nickname?" she jokingly asked.

The relaxed atmosphere of the moment allowed us to open up for a more intimate conversation. So, seizing the opportunity, I decided to clarify a small doubt that had intrigued me for a while.

"Can I ask you something?" I started, and Ellie nodded affirmatively while keeping her eyes on the road. "Why do you call me 'sweetie'?" I asked, curious to understand the origin of that affectionate nickname.Ellie took her eyes off the road for a moment and fixed them on me, a more sensual smile curving her lips. Her response was direct but full of meaning.

"You're too sweet for me, I thought that was obvious," she said, her tone laden with suggestion.A slight warmth rose in my cheeks as I absorbed her words. The simplicity and tenderness behind that nickname suddenly gained a new meaning for me. It was as if Ellie was expressing her appreciation for who I was, in a way only she could.