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I gotta know. Is there a whirl model? You whirl fic made me go digging my local library for the comics. And whirl is very much my fave.
Like. The giblins in my head coming up with stupid impulses, and Whirl instead of ignoring his outright listens to them.
I wanna be whirl.
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Also honk honk love your writing
Thanks! Whirl figures? Thereâs a couple versions floating around, but theyâre a bit cursed
Delirium
IDW Whirl x Reader
âą âI think we got off on the wrong ped,â he says, watching the human dangling from where heâs got you by the back of your coverings spin when you try to kick him in the face. Again. Thereâs something admirable about that unfettered level of anger. And the swearing. Like a little him, raging at the world. âItâs like looking in a squishy mirror.â
âą Fear and anger tangling inside you, youâre wearing yourself out trying to hit him. But unfortunately your new friend learned his lesson and is holding you up and away from that giant optic. Falling into a sullen silence, you wonder if you can pull a shoe off and nail him in the face before he can dodge. Itâs tempting. The shortest of the mechs at what seems to be an alien bar is watching you and your captor with an expression like he wants to intervene. Or maybe itâs more like a bystander gawking at a train wreck.
âą âYou can call me Whirl and Iâll call you Punchy.â And those eyes narrow, mouth opening and he waves his claws in from of your face to shush you. âUh uh. How do you feel about small, cramped spaces. Specifically vents, Punchy?â Because his new bestie is just the right size to sneak into Brainstormâs lab and, more importantly, let him in with all those untested and morally questionable weapons the lunatic has been making. Itâs enough to send a shiver through him and warm his spark. He just needs to get around the bit where you get down from the vent to the floor without dying. Maybe some rope?
âą Is he serious? Or just completely deranged, because the looks on the faces of the other bar patrons suggest deranged, but theyâre still not moving to help you. âIf you shove me in a vent, Iâll find a way to crawl under your plating and tear out your soft bits with my teeth,â you threaten not even sure if he has any soft bits, before giving in and lobbing a shoe at his face.
âą âCareful, bestie. I might enjoy that,â he says, shifting his grip around your middle and slowly spinning in a circle. Watching your eyes squint shut, jaw clenching. You really are too cute, snarling at him to hide the fear. Just a little him, refusing to give up. Because as surrender is death.
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Long Distance
Who needs tinder when you have Minecraft?
Gojo x Reader based on this blurb : The full fic has arrived!
CW: Fluff! Language barrier (frequent use of Japanese), Reader and Gojo mid to late twenties. No Curse AU!
WC: 4.5k
There will be a part two :)
The cheerful theme music filled your small bedroom as you fumbled to finalize your online membership. Satoruâs voice drifted through the call, light and playful as he hummed an unfamiliar tune. Occasionally, you heard the rhythmic tapping of what you assumed was his controller.
âOkay,â you said finally, exhaling in relief. âIâm ready!â
âGood, good,â he replied, the grin in his voice unmistakable. After a brief pause, he added, âYour island name⊠ah, what is it?â
You froze. Of course, heâd ask. âUm⊠itâs kinda⊠embarrassing.â
âTell me, tell me,â he urged, his enthusiasm relentless, his tone laced with teasing curiosity.
You sighed, your cheeks already warming as you muttered, âItâs⊠UwU IslandâŠâ
Even saying it aloud felt like a mistake, but you gave it your best shot, dragging out the soft syllables of âUwU.â
The line went silent for a moment, and then his laughter spilled through the callâsoft, melodic, and unrestrained, like he couldnât help himself.
âThatâs so cute!â he said between chuckles, his voice bright with delight. âAh, y/n wa hontou ni kawaii.â
You blinked, heat rushing to your face. Maybe you shouldâve paid more attention to those Japanese college courses. âWhatâwhat did you just say?â
âHm?â he hummed innocently, the faint smirk in his voice making you want to crawl under your blanket. âAh⊠you are⊠cute. Your island name is cute too.â
âOh my god, stop,â you groaned, covering your face even though he couldnât see you. âOkay, whatâs your island name then, huh?â
âMine?â His tone turned smug, like heâd been waiting for you to ask. âăăĄă€ă«ćł¶. Uh⊠I donât know the English name, but from Digimon!â
You couldnât hold back a laugh. âOf course it is. How predictable.â
âEh? Predictable?â he repeated, his English faltering just enough to give him pause. âWhat is⊠ah⊠how to sayâŠ? Hmm. Itâs âbasic,â yes?â
You hesitated, not wanting to discourage him. âNot basicâjust⊠expected. It suits you.â
âAh,â he said again, the sound lingering. Then, in a softer voice, âThatâs good, then.â
As the game connected your consoles, you leaned back, watching the familiar animation of a plane flying over an island. His island came into view, and your jaw dropped. Rows of meticulously arranged flowers, paved pathways, and an enormous mansion sitting proudly atop a hillâall of it screamed someone who had poured countless hours into perfecting every little detail.
âSatoru,â you began slowly, leaning closer to the screen, âhave you⊠been playing this game nonstop or something? How does your island look so perfect?â
A low chuckle met your question. âI am⊠ah, how to say⊠good at games?â he teased, his words halting but clear. âMinecraft, Animal Crossing⊠everything.â
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. âRight, of course. Modest too, huh?â
âModest?â He paused, the unfamiliar word hanging in the air before you heard typing on his end. A soft laugh followed. âAh⊠èŹèăȘ? Iâm not⊠that.â
âNo kidding,â you muttered under your breath, though the grin on your face betrayed you.
When the connection finalized, his avatar was waiting at the airportâa white-haired, blue-eyed character that seemed like a playful nod to his Discord name: Blue Eyes White Dragon. He waved enthusiastically before typing in the in-game chat:
WELCOME!
âWelcome!â he echoed aloud, his voice brimming with excitement. âCome, come! I show you⊠ahâŠâ He trailed off, searching for the word. âAh, what is it? èŠăă⊠show you around?â
âTour,â you supplied gently.
âYes! Tour.â
The hesitation in his English didnât seem to bother him, though his occasional lapses into Japanese made it clear he wasnât entirely confident. Still, he seemed to enjoy the back-and-forth.
If you even attempted Japanese, though, heâd switch to English immediately, laughing softly as he teased, âYour Japanese⊠hmmm⊠too formal for friends! I help you later with that⊠okay?â
The teasing lilt in his voice sent a flurry of butterflies through your chest.
You followed his avatar as he led you around his island, pointing out every detail with pride. When his English faltered, he filled in the gaps with Japanese, his voice flowing smoothly in his native tongue.
âThis garden⊠I made. Ah, for flowers,â he said, before switching seamlessly to Japanese. âăăźéšćăŻć°ăéŁăăăŁăăă©ăăĄăăăšă§ăăăăăăŁăă©ăæăïŒâ
You caught enough of what he saidâsomething about it being hard but worth it. âItâs beautiful,â you replied sincerely.
A pleased sound escaped him, and he moved on to show you a beachside café and a Zen garden tucked into a quiet corner of the island. When you reached the mansion, he stopped in front of the doors, his avatar turning to face yours.
âThis⊠my house,â he said, pride evident in his tone. âYou⊠want to see?â
âYes!â you answered without hesitation.
Inside, the rooms were breathtaking. A library with towering shelves, a cozy game room, even a small cafĂ©âit was all so thoughtful, so detailed.
âThis is amazing,â you said, your voice almost reverent. âYouâre ridiculously good at this.â
âOf course,â he replied, the grin in his tone unmistakable. âYou⊠like it?â
âI love it,â you admitted, warmth creeping into your words. âWay better than my little cottage.â
He laughed, soft and genuine. âThen⊠I help. Build your island. Together.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much. âTogether?â you echoed, trying to sound neutral, though your chest tightened at the word.
âYes,â he said firmly, his voice quieter now, almost shy. âTogether. Your island⊠will be⊠beautiful.â
The rest of the session passed in a blur of laughter and shared moments, his enthusiasm infectious.
When it was time to log off, his voice softened.
âăăăăšă,â he said, switching to Japanese briefly before catching himself. âAh, thank you. Today⊠was fun.â
âYeah,â you replied, leaning back in your chair, your smile lingering. âThank you too. I had a great time.â
A quiet pause hung between you, thick with something unspoken.
âTomorrow?â he asked, his voice tentative.
Your smile faltered slightly. âI have work tomorrow⊠the time zone difference will be rough.â
âAhâŠâ His tone dipped in disappointment before brightening again. âMaybe⊠we video call tomorrow? I would like⊠to, um⊠see you!â His voice was bright but tinged with shyness. âI have work too⊠so it will have to be shortâŠâ
You agreed, wishing him a good rest of his night. As the call ended, you flopped onto your bed, rolling over and squealing into your pillow.
Why did he have to be so cute?
This was just a little crush, wasnât it?
The next day at work was a blur. Your usual tasks felt sluggish, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of the previous night. Every time you remembered Satoruâs laugh or his teasing tone, your cheeks warmed. And the way he had shyly asked to video call? It made your heart flutter in a way you didnât quite want to admit.
By the time your shift ended, you were practically vibrating with anticipation. The first thing you did when you got home was toss your bag aside, throw on something comfortable, and grab your phone. Sure enough, there was a Discord notification waiting for you.
éçŒăźçœéŸ: âReady when you are! đâ
You swallowed, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing back:
âGive me 5 mins! Just got home!â
Five minutes turned into ten as you paced back and forth, trying to calm your nerves. Itâs just a casual video call, nothing to freak out about, right? But the what-ifs kept creeping in. What if he didnât like the way you looked? What if⊠he wasnât what you expected? What if it made things awkward?
The familiar Discord ringtone snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you hit accept.
The screen flickered to life, and there he was.
White hair messily swept back, striking electric blue eyes behind thin, round glasses, and a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He looked just like his avatarâor maybe his avatar looked like him.
âHello, y/n,â he greeted, his voice softer than usual, almost as if testing the waters. âNice to⊠see you.â
You blinked, caught off guard by how casually handsome he was. âH-Hi! Wow, umâŠâ You cleared your throat, trying to collect yourself. âItâs nice to see you too. You look⊠different than I expected.â
âOh?â His smirk widened, clearly enjoying your flustered state. âGood different? Or bad?â
âGood!â you blurted, a little too quickly. âI mean⊠definitely good.â
He chuckled, resting his chin in his hand as he tilted his head slightly. âYouâre⊠cute.â
The compliment hit you like a bolt of lightning, sending your thoughts scrambling. Some part of youâsome insecurityâimmediately questioned it. Did he mean it? Youâd just come off work; you had to look exhausted.
âAh⊠thank you,â you said hesitantly, your eyes darting away from the screen.
âYou look⊠tired,â he continued, his tone soft, almost curious. âI⊠never asked.â His brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to search for his next words. âWhat do you do? Office work?â
You hummed for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Tilting your head with a slight laugh, you replied, âNo, I teach children. Uh⊠third grade, so little ones.â You gestured with your hands, mimicking their small size.
His bright blue eyes lit up with excitement, his voice rising in response. âI teach too! Mmm, not little ones but university!â
You froze for a second, processing his words. Heâs a professor? He seemed so young for that. The thought triggered a flicker of doubt in the back of your mindâechoing a coworkerâs warning about being cautious online. What if heâs not who he says he is? What if this is all some elaborate lie?
You shook off the thought, scolding yourself internally. Whatâs up with these thoughts today?
âThatâs⊠impressive,â you said after a pause, leaning closer to the screen, curiosity gleaming in your eyes. âWhat do you teach?â
âAh⊠Astrophysics,â he replied, the grin on his face widening as if he could already sense your surprise. His tone was casual, but there was a quiet pride behind his words. âItâs fun. Students⊠sometimes annoying, but fun.â
You blinked, letting the word sink in. âAstrophysics?â you repeated, half in disbelief. âThat sounds⊠intense.â
He tilted his head slightly, searching for the right word. âAh⊠not so bad. Maybe, uh⊠easier for me? For others⊠I think, hard.â He paused, frowning slightly. âDid that⊠make sense?â
âYes,â you reassured him with a laugh. âYouâre saying itâs easier for you than for most people?â
He nodded, his frown disappearing as his smirk returned. âYes, that! See? You are good teacher. You understand me fast.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âThatâs because youâre easy to read. Astrophysics though? Thatâs still way more impressive than wrangling a room full of third graders.â
He chuckled, leaning closer to the camera. âNo, no. Little kids? Impossible for me. University students⊠sometimes annoying, but they donât⊠ah⊠bite?â He paused, tilting his head as he searched for the word again. âWait, they donât, um⊠scratch?â
âBite was right,â you said, a light laugh escaping your lips as you nodded.
âAh, yes! Bite. Thank you,â he said, his smile softening. âSo scary. I think⊠I fail with little ones.â
âOh, you have no idea,â you teased, relaxing further as the conversation flowed. âThird graders are like⊠mini tornados. Adorable, but absolute chaos.â
He laughed, a bright, genuine sound that made your cheeks warm. âMini tornados? That is⊠cute. But I like my students. Less energy.â
Over the next hour, you found out more about him than you expected. He casually explained his academic backgroundâbachelorâs, masterâs, and PhD in just five years. The words rolled out naturally, though he occasionally paused to clarify a term or switch to Japanese when he couldnât quite find the English equivalent.
âSo⊠youâre twenty-eight and already a professor?â you asked, blinking at the screen.
He shrugged, brushing off the awe in your tone. âYes. It is normal. I⊠uhâŠâ He paused, struggling again before switching to Japanese. âæ©ăéČăżăăăăăăăăȘăăă©ăăŸăéć±ă ăŁăăăâ
Your Japanese wasnât perfect, but you caught the gist of itâsomething about finishing quickly because he was bored. âBored?â you echoed with a laugh. âWho gets bored earning a PhD?â
He grinned, his voice lilting with playfulness. âMe.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you teased.
âRidiculous?â he repeated, testing the word slowly. âWhat is⊠ah⊠meaning?â
âIt means silly. Like⊠unbelievable,â you explained.
âAh⊠silly.â He chuckled. âYes. I am silly.â
Before the call ended, Satoru leaned closer to the camera, his glasses slipping slightly as he gave you a wide-eyed look that was almost comically earnest.
âWe call tomorrow, right? Same time?â he asked, his voice dipping into a softer tone. âPlease? Or⊠at least Minecraft? Iâll wait.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his eagerness, though it warmed your chest. âAlright, alright. Iâll be there.â
For the next month, you and Satoru fell into a comfortable rhythm. Calls became part of your routineâsometimes to play Minecraft, other times just to talk. He continued to tease you, and you found yourself looking forward to his moments of stumbling English, where heâd pause, switch to Japanese, and glance at you expectantly, waiting for you to help bridge the gap.
One evening, as you both worked on a new Minecraft build, the sound of him mumbling softly in Japanese filled the quiet. You smiled, listening as his voice trailed off into focused silence.
âAh⊠do you ever plan on visiting Japan?â he asked suddenly, breaking the calm. His tone was casual, though there was a hint of genuine curiosity beneath it. His attention seemed split between the game and your answer.
You paused, considering the question. âHonestly? Iâd love to. Itâs on my bucket list, but⊠itâs so far, and plane tickets arenât exactly cheap.â
He hummed thoughtfully, his avatar stopping mid-movement on the screen. âFar, yes. But⊠worth it.â He paused again, switching to Japanese briefly. âăšăŠăçŽ æ”ă ăăăäžćșŠăŻèŠăŠă»ăăăăăăăăă«âŠâ He switched back to English, stumbling slightly. âAh, and if you come, Iâll⊠show you everything. Best ramen, best views⊠everything.â
Your heart gave a little flip at his sincerity, though you tried to keep your tone light. âThatâs a big offer. What if I actually take you up on it?â
âI hope you do,â he replied smoothly, his grin audible even through the call. âBut only if you bring⊠uh⊠snacks? From your country. I want to try.â
âSnacks?â you repeated, laughing. âTheyâd never survive the trip.â
âThenâŠâ He paused, his voice dipping lower, softer. âYouâll have to bring yourself.â
Your breath caught, heat rising in your cheeks as you quickly turned your attention back to the game. âIâll think about it,â you said lightly, though your heart was pounding.
He let out a soft laugh, the sound full of quiet amusement. âGood. Iâll wait.â
The rest of the session passed in easy conversation, but his words lingered long after you logged off.
As you lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, one thought kept replaying in your mind: maybe visiting Japan wasnât such a far-fetched idea after all.
The next day at work, as you prepped for the day, your coworker perched herself on one of the desks, her coffee in hand. She watched you with mild curiosity as you snipped away at construction paper for an activity.
âStill talking to that Japanese guy?â she asked casually, though her tone carried the weight of unsolicited advice. âHoney, long distance doesnât work. Especially with a twelve-hour differenceâŠâ
You sighed, rolling your eyes as you focused on cutting out shapes. âItâs not like weâre dating or anything. Heâs just⊠cute. Nice. Funny.â
Your coworker raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. âUh-huh. And?â
You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. âItâs⊠nice, you know? Having someone to look forward to talking to. Itâs attention I didnât know I missed.â
She barked a laugh, nearly spilling her coffee. âWow, is this the same person who, like, a month ago said, âI donât need a relationship. I have dating simulators for thatâ? So, what, is he your IRL dating sim?â
You rolled your eyes again but couldnât help the sheepish grin tugging at your lips. âItâs not like that.â
âSure,â she said, drawing the word out, her tone laced with teasing skepticism. Then her expression softened. âListen, I get it. I really do. He sounds great, and I support you, butâŠâ She hesitated, watching your hands pause mid-cut. âI also donât want to see you get hurt, you know? Long distance is hard. And if heâs not seriousâŠâ
Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken warning hanging in the air.
You looked up, meeting her gaze, and gave a small, almost apologetic smile. âI know. Itâs not like Iâm expecting anything serious. Itâs just⊠fun.â
Then, almost without thinking, you blurted, âI bought a plane ticket to Japan.â
Her coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. âYou what?â
âIâm going over spring break,â you admitted, feeling yourself mumble through your words. âIt was kind of impulsiveâŠâ
âKind of?â she exclaimed, setting her coffee down on the desk. âGirl, you donât even know this man in person! What if heâs not who he says he is? What if itâs weird? What if you donât even like each other in real life?â
âIâve thought about that!â you countered, though your defensive tone didnât sound as convincing as you hoped. âWeâve been talking for a little over a month. Heâs genuine. I feel like I know him, and itâs not like Iâm staying with him or anything. I have my own hotel and everything planned.â
She stared at you for a long moment before letting out a resigned sigh. âOkay, youâre a grown adult. I canât tell you what to do, but⊠just promise me youâll be careful. Text me every day. Hell, drop your location, make sure someone knows where you are at all times.â
âI will,â you said quickly, eager to reassure her. âIâm not stupid.â
âDebatable,â she muttered under her breath, but the teasing smile on her face softened the blow.
You laughed, shaking your head as you went back to prepping your materials. Still, her words stayed with you, a small knot of doubt twisting in your stomach.
Later that evening, when Satoruâs name popped up on your screen, the nervous excitement came flooding back.
éçŒăźçœéŸ: âReady for tonight? đâ
You hesitated for a moment before typing back.
âActually⊠I need to tell you something.â
As the familiar Discord ringtone rang out, your nerves buzzed like live wires. You took a deep breath before hitting accept.
The screen flickered to life, and there he wasâmessy white hair, bright blue eyes, and that playful smirk you were starting to associate with comfort.
âHello, y/n!â he greeted cheerfully, his voice as warm and inviting as always. âYou look⊠nervous. Hmm?â
You let out a shaky laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âMaybe a little.â
His brow furrowed, and he leaned closer to the camera, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. âWhy? Bad day? Tell me.â
âNot a bad day,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âJust⊠something on my mind.â
He tilted his head slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes. âAh⊠what is it?â
You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your desk. âI, um⊠I bought a plane ticket.â
There was a beat of silence. His avatar in Minecraft froze on the screen as you waited for his reaction. Then, he blinked, his lips parting in surprise.
âPlane ticket?â he repeated slowly, his English halting as if he wasnât sure heâd heard you correctly. âWhereâŠ? Why?â
âTo Japan,â you said, feeling your cheeks heat as you blurted it out. âOver spring break. I thought⊠maybeâŠâ
His eyes widened, the smirk completely wiped off his face as his expression shifted to something closer to astonishment. âWait. Really?â His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat. âYou⊠you come here?â
You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. âYeah. It was kind of impulsive, but⊠I figured if I donât do it now, I might never get the chance.â
For a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process the information. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his faceâwide and unrestrained, the kind of grin that made your stomach flip.
âYouâre serious,â he said, switching to Japanese as he leaned back in his chair. âæŹćœă«æ„ăăźïŒäżĄăăăăȘăâŠâ
âYeah,â you said softly, catching the gist of his words. âI mean it. Iâm coming.â
He ran a hand through his hair, his grin still plastered across his face. âI donât⊠I donât know what to say. Iâm⊠happy. Excited. Ah, I should⊠plan something! Show you Japan! ButâŠâ He hesitated, his brow furrowing. âIs it okay? I mean, for you? Itâs⊠far.â
âItâs okay,â you assured him, smiling. âIâve always wanted to visit. And⊠I want to meet you.â
His grin softened into something warmer, something more vulnerable. âI want to meet you too.â
For the rest of the evening, the conversation shifted to plans for your trip. Satoruâs excitement was contagious as he rattled off a list of places he wanted to take youâshrines, ramen shops, hidden cafes, and even the university where he taught. Occasionally, his words stumbled, and heâd switch to Japanese, laughing at himself before you helped fill in the gaps.
âAh, your JapaneseâŠâ he teased at one point, his avatar running playful circles around yours in the game. âStill too formal. I teach you, okay? When youâre here, youâll sound like a local.â
You laughed, about to fire back with a joke, but Satoru suddenly interrupted, his excitement bubbling over.
âAh! I will send you a list of hotels,â he said quickly, his words coming out in a rush. âUh⊠my family owns a few. Really good! Safe areas too! And⊠and send me your dates. I will take time off⊠mmm, and send meââ
âSatoru,â you interrupted gently, your laughter spilling through the call as you tried to slow him down. âThank you. I really appreciate it.â
He paused, his avatar freezing on the screen as if to mimic his momentary loss for words. Then, after a beat, he let out a soft chuckle, his voice quieter now. âIâm just⊠excited.â
âI can tell,â you teased, the warmth in your tone making him laugh again.
âSorry,â he said, though he didnât sound sorry at all. âI canât help it. Iâve neverâŠâ He trailed off, his words faltering before he switched to Japanese. âăăăăăźăŁăŠćăăŠă ăăâŠăăăæ„œăăżă§ăâ
You caught most of itâsomething about this being a first for him and how excited he wasâand your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice.
âWeâll talk more tomorrow, okay?â he said, switching back to English, though his words were slower, more careful now. âSend me⊠things you want to do. Iâll reserve it for you. Japanese residents⊠we get early slots for some things.â
âOkay,â you replied softly, your heart thudding in your chest.
There was a pause, the kind that felt heavier than it should, and then he spoke again.
âI canât wait to see you, y/n,â he said, his voice steady but carrying a sense of vulnerability.
âI canât wait to see you either,â you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them.
For a moment, neither of you said anything, the silence stretching just long enough to feel significant before he let out another soft laugh.
âTomorrow,â he said finally, as if to reassure both of you.
âTomorrow,â you repeated with a smile, and then the call ended.Â
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For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!
Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.
But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.
Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.
"Mornin', Madam Navigator."
"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."
And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.
Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.
Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.
So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.
Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.
Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.
One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.
Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.
Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runninâ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothinâ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittinâ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed âem off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?
Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlinâ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playinâ on the beach, buildinâ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullinâ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hanginâ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethinâ. He looked happier ân a cat in a sunbeam⊠He has a nice smile, doesn't he?
Eleven days ago: Boothill was killinâ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandinâ âprotection money.â None of âem stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of âem on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.
Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned beinâ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.
(âI remember that day, I saw you in the hall.â âWas there any problem with the heating that day?â âNo, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.â âIf ya say so.â)
Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of âem ended up talkinâ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writinâ and editinâ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointinâ things out and tellinâ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.
He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittinâ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.
One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (âYou had some too, right? What did you think of it?â âIt was great, even better'n chewinâ bullets!â "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.
And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local âwildlife.â He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!
And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethinâ- without the intent to capture or kill. It wasâŠactually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on PenaconyâŠsoâŠfarâŠ
Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.
The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.
Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.
Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, yâknow how it is, he should really get goin'-
âOh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.â And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.
âDon't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?â
âY-Yes, ma'am.â
#honkai star rail#henghill#bootheng#Himeko KNOWS abort mission abort!!!#I really love Himeko sorta looking after Boothill the same way she does her crew even if he's not one of them haha. She's so sweet with-#-Dan Heng. She really seems to adore him and wants him to be safe and happy. I think she would be so happy he's found a new friend!#She wants to help this happen!! So get to it Boothill!!!#Was yapping about this fic to Ray and she nearly fucking oneshotted me: 'It's especially funny because we've got a Vidyadhara and a cyborg-#'-they literally have all the time in the world. SHE's the one who wants to be around to see it happen akfbbsbd''#AND JUST. GOD. Himeko knowing that she won't outlive Dan Heng. She's only human. She can't compare to a Vidyadhara lifespan. So she wants-#-to make sure Dan Heng has as many people as possible. She wants to know he'll be taken care of and not be lonely even after she's gone.#Himeko wants to see this important moment in his life happen she wants to be around for it *sobbing*#I'd been wanting to write this for a long time though because for me henghill is all about the little moments. like. they talked so much-#-back and forth in 2.2. they spent so much time together. they get along shockingly well. Dan Heng could have gone almost anywhere to wait-#-for the trailblazer to wake up after defeating Sunday. And instead of anywhere else Dan Heng returned right to Boothill's side. Was still-#-hanging out with him at the Reverie's bar. Still just chattering away. The point is that these two have a strong friendship to build a-#-romance on! They enjoy each other's company! They like spending time together! And I love that! I want to see their mundane nights!!#They'd have such fun dates uweh... They go on a coffee date and miss Himeko's coffee haha#(fun story Boothill's dialogue about Himeko's coffee was originally going to be 'it was uh...an experience. ain't nothin' else like it in-#-the world.' 'thank you!' But then I read Boothill's parlor car dialogue and? it turns out he LOVES Himeko's coffee? go figure ajfldjas)#(afaik he and Dan Heng are literally the only ones. how cute is that haha)#hsr#boothill#himeko#dan heng#hsr boothill#hsr himeko#hsr dan heng#my fics
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Logan has a massive breeding kink. 18+ Minors DNI.
I wrote something kinda similar with the whole 'rut' thing, but this will focus more on the 'breeding' aspect. Possibly will write a deep fic about this at a later date, for now this is just a short little drabble. Wrote with both afab and amab, as an afab I am not super familiar with reactions for those born as amab, so I tried my best!
Warnings: Uh filthy breeding sex thoughts?? Don't read if it's not for you. I did not edit this I typed all of this in like ten minutes.
I don't care if you are afab or amab, or capable of actually being biologically 'bred' or not...and neither does Logan.
He is going to fuck you full of his seed, no matter what hole he is stretching.
A lot of my followers have come to me and said they are amab, and I want to give you guys some love too. Logan will throw you on the bed...or couch...or floor. He will tear your clothes off while leaving all those lovely bites on your neck and shoulder, trailing down your chest and abdomen, his rough and calloused hands feeling you as he finally reaches your pants. I hope you didn't pay much for them because they're in tatters as he grows too frustrated to unbutton them.
"Look at you, rock hard from the thought of my cock in your ass?" He teases you, watching you throb and twitch, your own sex felt swollen and leaked like crazy. This man knew just how to get you going. He likes to stoke you until you squirm, spitting on your dick as his hand works you. His thumb trails teasingly on the tip and he grins down at you as you whine for him. "Ah, gotta lube up my fingers to stretch ya...don't want me goin' in dry do you?" he teases, using your precum as lube on his fingers and circling your tight hole.
He leans down, spreading you and licks over you, his tongue prying and greedy. Once you seem wet enough, he will push one finger in. Two, maybe three. Curling them against that pretty little spot that makes pleasure jolt up your spine and make you a moaning mess. So desperate for an orgasm you try reaching for anything to grab onto.
When Logan does penetrate you, it is so intense and you feel like he splits you in half. It stings and burns, but it also feels so damn good you don't want him to stop. Ever. "Logan! Oh my god, please, move...please." Your voice wavers with begging pleasure, just as he likes to hear. It gets him going, so riled up and ready to fuck you until you can't take it.
His balls are so heavy and his stockpile of cum is huge. It doesn't matter if you're a dude, he will breed you. It was funny the first time it came up during sex, he rolled his eyes at your genuine concern telling him you can't get pregnant. He deadpans at you and scoffed, "Ya, I know that, bub...it's called fantasy for a reason. Just let me have this." he grumbled, though your concern to his words was pretty cute...and funny.
"Damn it...fuck." he snarled as his cock buried as far as it could in your ass, watching himself disappear inside you. "Takin' me so well aren't ya, pup...watchin' you squirm with my dick inside you 'bout makes me unload." he groaned and teased you, enjoying how your face blushed darkly and you mewl under your breath, biting your lip to keep yourself from sounding like you're in a fucking heat.
"M'gonna fill your tight little hole with all my seed, you're gonna be drooling it outta your greedy ass, swallowing and milkin' me already..." he spoke filthy words while he thrusted hard and fast, you felt so dizzy and lightheaded in the best way. It was incredible, such pleasure overtook your body and you felt yourself spasm as he teased your tip, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train.
You sputtered cum onto your belly and chest, he laughs lowly, grunting like a feral animal in your ear. "Messy boy. Look what you did..." He leaned down and licked a stripe through the mess and kissed you, your own cum on his tongue and you tasted yourself on the messy kiss. His hips stutter into you and he grabs you tightly, curling around your body and pressing you until he exploded inside your ass. That delicious snarling cry from him, a guttural roar, and his repetitive thrusts fill you up with his spunk.
He goes until every last drop is inside you, and he settles with his hips against you. "You're gonna keep me in ya...even if I have to keep my dick inside you."
With your pleading whine and groan, you pressed back against his cock, still hard in your ass. It makes Logan give a small thrust back, chuckling at you. You were so needy, it made him so fucking happy seeing how much you needed him. "That's my good boy, ya need it...? Fine. I'll give ya another load."
Logan talks a bit more if there's a possibility of getting you pregnant, or if he's with an afab. He's a little more filthy with his words since he knows the risks involved.
"Yeah...you want me to cum inside ya? You wanna get pregnant with my babies? Nngh....I'm gonna fill that womb. I'm gonna make sure you are leakin'..." he snarls at you while he's completely buried in your stretched, swollen cunt.
Can you barely register his words? Yes. But you don't care. You want his cum, you want him to fuck you senseless...which he has been. You were no better than a bitch in heat for him and he fucking loved it.
"Gonna be so damn full, gonna get you pregnant," he groaned and grunted hard, his instincts flaring with the possibility of actually impregnating and breeding you. It drove his hips faster and harder into you, like he couldn't control himself or stop.
His hips thrust so hard into you, the impact on your plush ass began to grow sore, you knew that your backside would be bruised and it wasn't even from spanking. He continued to pound into you, he bent you in all sorts of ways, positions you didn't think you could bend in.
Your body was covered in love bites and dark bruises, your nipples swollen from his teasing and they had a sting that enhanced all your pleasure with every thrust.
"Damn, look at you writhing. Such a good thing for me, sweet girl," he laughed as his dick kissed your cervix over and over, precum coating your inner walls. "I'm gonna fill you, princess...make that pretty little womb full." his hips continued to snap into you, biting your neck as he let out muffled growls against your skin.
You feel yourself crying with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm, what number is this? You don't know. All you know is the pad of his finger is playing with your precious bundle of nerves and you can barely feel anything besides the raging fire of your climax shooting through you.
When he does cum, it is so much it overflows out of you, the sheer amount of it is insane. Your eyes widen, feeling the hot seed filling your precious fertile womb. If you're ovulating don't even think about running. Logan will literally hunt you down and bend you over until he is completely empty.
Thanks for reading my filthy thoughts lol. Maybe I'll turn this into an actual fic one day.
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Moving in Slow Motion
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader
Summary: Everything changes for Bucky when he meets you and your daughter.
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Fluff, meet-cute, daughter nicknamed Sweet Pea, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: How mob!Bucky and our single mom met. Thanks to @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me babble about this AU. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky met you and Sweet Pea at a science museum and his life changed for the better.
Growing up, Bucky enjoyed going to the museum. Beyond developing critical and analytical thinking, science encourages curiosity and creativity.
In another life, he liked to imagine he taught science and had a family instead of being a mob boss.
It wasnât fair to think that since his friends were his family, but something was missing that they couldnât provide him with.
Whether for nostalgic purposes or to clear his head, he found himself back in the familiar museum. He stood and silently observed various exhibits, his eyes darting back and forth as families bustled around him and enjoyed the interactive experiences.
Something tightened in his chest and he didnât want to ponder on that for long.
A chorus of chatter and excitement drew his attention and he stepped back to make room when he saw a group of kids in matching shirts walk by. Field trips were always something to look forward to and the wonder in their eyes reminded him of simpler times.
âMama, Mama, look!â A sweet voice called out before something bumped his leg. He glanced down to see a little girl look up at him with wide eyes. âSorry, Mister.â
Bucky Barnes struck fear into powerful men all over the world. He could only imagine how he looked to this sweet little girl with his large and imposing stature.
People liked to say he had a cold heart, but one look at her and it melted.
âNothing to be sorry for, Sweet Pea.â He wasnât sure where the nickname came from as he crouched down to make sure she was okay. âYouâre not hurt, are you?â
She quickly shook her head and appeared to relax a bit when he gave her a small smile. He didnât want her to be afraid of him. âNo, Mister. Iâm okay.â
He nodded, glad to hear that. âYou just got excited by everything here, didnât you? I get it.â
âUh-huh.â She smiled, making his smile widen. He didnât smile much these days. âScience is my favorite!â
âItâs my favorite, too,â he said, pointing to one of the rooms. âDid you know in that room you can try to build your own roller coaster?â
She gasped, her eyes lighting up. âI can?!â
He chuckled. Her enthusiasm was infectious. âYou sure can. Iâll bet you can build a really good one.â
âSir, did she bump into you?â You rushed over through the crowd as Buckyâs eyes flickered up, his breath caught in his throat. You werenât in a matching shirt like the kids, but wore a similar color. âIâm so sorry.â
He couldnât help but stare at you as he stood upright, everything moving in slow motion. The little girl made his heart melt, but you set it on fire.
âI said sorry, Mama,â your daughter said, a slight pout on her face when you put a protective arm around her and gave him a wary look. He appreciated your protective instinct. âAccidents happen.â
Bucky wasnât ashamed to admit to himself that his eyes went to your left hand and was happy to not see a wedding ring. Questions went through his mind, ranging from why you werenât married to what was the full backstory of you and your daughter?
âI know how happy you are to be here, but you also need to be careful and stay close to me,â you said in a gentle, but firm tone. Bucky had a feeling you werenât referring to bumping into people, but to avoid strangers. âOkay?â
âOkay, Mama,â she replied, hugging your legs.
âItâs fine. Really. Iâm pretty sure I walked straight into a wall once because one of the exhibits distracted me,â he teased, unsure of why he wanted to talk to you. He just did.
You smiled after a moment, keeping your arm around your daughter. âI appreciate that. This visit was all she talked about for the last week.â
âI donât blame her. I hope she has the best time,â he said sincerely.
Your daughter tugged on your shirt. âShow him what I colored!â
Your eyes went to Bucky before you dug into your tote bag. âWhat do we say?â You asked your daughter.
âPlease,â she replied.
Bucky smiled to himself when you took out a coloring sheet with various science and space objects. âWow! Did you color this?â He asked the little girl. âItâs very good.â
She smiled proudly. âUh-huh!â
âItâs for a contest. The winner gets a free season pass to the museum,â you explained, carefully tucking it back in your bag.
âI hope I win,â she said, hopefulness in her innocent eyes.
Maybe he could make a donation and get that season pass for her. Hell, he had enough money to buy the museum if he wished.
âWell, Iâm not a judge, but youâd win if it was up to me,â Bucky said, taking it as a victory when she smiled again.
You gazed at him before you shook your head. âWe should get back to the group.â
âAww,â she pouted, giving Bucky a small wave. âBye bye, Mister.â
âBucky. My name is Bucky,â he said, wishing the wholesome interaction didnât have to end. He was completely enamored with the two of you. âIt was nice meeting you, Sweet Pea.â
âSweet Pea?â You repeated. He worried he made a mistake in saying that before you smiled. âI call her that sometimes.â
âItâs fitting,â he said, tucking a bit of his hair back. âAny chance I might get your name before you go?â
You hesitated before you told him. You even gave him your daughterâs real name. âI hope you enjoy the rest of your day.â
Bucky was probably pushing his luck, but heâd regret it if he didnât try. âLook, I know this is forward, but can I give you my number?â He asked, giving you what he hoped was a charming yet soft stare.
He didnât take offense to the skepticism in your eyes. âUmâŠâ You glanced over your shoulder to make sure the group was still close by.
âItâs more than okay if you say no,â he said. He didnât want you to feel pressured in the slightest and he shouldnât have assumed you were single because you werenât wearing a ring.
It was also selfish in a way since you and your daughter seemed so bright and his world was dark, but maybe you two were the real reason he went to the museum today.
After a moment and exchanging a look with your daughter, you shrugged and handed him your phone. âSure, why not?â
His heart soared when he put his number in, wondering how quickly heâd hear from you. âYou wonât regret it,â he promised, making sure to give Sweet Pea one more smile, too. âHave fun making the roller coaster. And good luck with the contest.â
âThanks, Mister Bucky!â
Buckyâs heart melted all over again as she pulled you away. You even glanced back and gave him a tiny smile, which he returned with one of his own.
He didnât know you yet, but he sensed deep down that your expectations were set low when it came to men. He was going to enjoy raising the bar.
And he was going to enjoy giving you and Sweet Pea the best life possible, if you gave him a chance.
Wait âtil the gang hears about thisâŠ
I don't have a name yet for the AU and still coming up with a nickname for our reader (Dream Girl and Starlight have been suggested!), but I can't wait to share more. Check out Heart and Home here! Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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@messessentialist told me her friend called to rant about spotting an âupsettingly beautiful boy in a tj maxxâ and i vomited 1200 words about it, enjoy
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fic idea: chrissy and eddie work together at tj maxx. one afternoon a guy comes in whoâs so hot that it kinda just pisses eddie off? bc like, who does this gorgeous asshole think he is??? coming in here and popping his hip at eddieâs counter, like, does he even know how uncomfortable it is to start chubbinâ up in skinny jeans?? that shit chafes!
so eddie gets all flustered and responds by getting an attitude with the guy because he has zero chill (and also because the dudeâs iced coffee is sweating a ring all over eddieâs counter, and so help him if his manager gets on his ass one more time about keeping his station tidyâ)
âdid you need help finding anything else today?â eddie sneers. âcoasters, perhaps?â
upsettingly hot guy looks confused for a second before he follows eddieâs pointed glance at the plastic starbucks cup leaving a cold puddle on the laminate, and then he sneers right back; adjusts the ray bans nestled in his perfect honey brown hair and looks eddie up and down â long, slow, one eyebrow lifting in subtle elitist disapproval.
âwhat?â he snorts, âhot topic wasnât hiring?â
oh, fuck you very much!
so eddieâs all ânemesis acquiredâ and holds the biggest grudge of all time. makes a sworn enemy and a boogeyman out of the guy, turns him into urban legend, starts blaming the Upsettingly Beautiful Man for every little thing that goes wrong in his life â at work, at home, at band practice; no place is safe from the dreaded UBM.
âheâs not a fucking cryptid!â gareth snaps one day at rehearsal, chucking a drumstick at eddieâs head. âjust track him down and bone already so you can shut the hell up!â
âwouldnât he just talk about him more after they have sex?â jeff wonders, to which gareth narrows his eyes and raises his second drumstick as a threat.
meanwhile, eddieâs cute coworker chrissy (who heâs become surprisingly good friends with, to the point of referring to her as his work wife) gets a girlfriend. robinâs sooooo pretty, and soooo nice, and sooooo tall, eddie, did you know how tall she is?
yes, chrissy, heâs supremely aware of a strangerâs five-foot-eight-and-a-half stature now, thank you.
âyou have to meet her!â chrissy gushes, bouncing up onto her toes.
eddie hangs another shirt. âyou have to chill.â
âhey!â she pouts, pixar princess cute. âyou wouldnât tell the sun to dull its shine, would you?â
âi mean, i would, but i doubt the giant ball of plasma cares what i want.â
âokay, whatever, eeyore.â she rolls her eyes but she physically canât stop beaming even as she does it, and eddie finds himself melting under it â some sort of radiant area attack coming from the apples of this girlâs cheeks, he swears, because the next thing he knows heâs agreeing to go to rando new girlfriendâs housewarming party this weekend so he can meet her properly.
only he doesnât get to meet her properly, because when he shows up to the party the two bedroom apartment is packed with people heâs never seen, and itâs loud as fuck in here and heâs sweating through his leather from the six flights of stairs he had to climb to reach the place, so he steps through a sliding door out to the balcony and lo and behold, if it isnât Upsettingly Beautiful Man looking upsettingly beautiful â positively fucking divine, actually, the last wisps of fuchsia sunset catching the gold streaks in his hair and dotting the tip of his flawless nose. Seriously, does this dude have any flaws? A scar, a birthmark, an unsightly ingrown hair? Eddie canât even see a single blackhead for fuckâs sake.
âTake a picture, itâll last longerâ the dude mutters, turning to look at him, and, âoh, my god, you again?â
âuh.â
âiâve got a fucking coaster this time,â the guy says, lifting his solo cup and giving it a little shake to point out the cork round sitting underneath it, âso if thatâs what you came out here to berate me for, then youâll have to think of something else.â
âuh,â eddie says again, because he has no idea what brought this on but heâs pretty sure it has shit all to do with him, and pretty boyâs really working himself up now, arms moving in sharp gestures as he paces back and forth on the short balcony.
ânot that it even matters if i didnât have a coaster, because this is my house! i can do what i want with my own fucking stuff in my own fucking apartment, nance, i donâtâ uhâŠâ
pretty boyâs face blossoms rose petal red, a heavy blush creeping up his jawline as he catches himself mid rant and folds in on himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a sheepish expression.
eddieâs always had a thing for shepherding.
âiâm listening,â he says, popping a cigarette in his mouth and holding the pack out in offering. âif you care to vent.â
the guy â steve, eddie finds out â tells him all about his controlling ex-girlfriend as they work their way through two cigarettes each, the sun slipping away to reveal a full topaz moon, big and low and close, ripe citrus bending the branch of a tree. nance was a real piece of work by the sounds of it, and eddie feels like an absolute shit for the way he treated steve, who had apparently just gotten dumped the night before they met and had been out shopping for a âplease take me backâ present.
âlike that was ever gonna work,â steve mumbles, ashing over the railing. âpathetic. anyway, sorry i was rude to you that day or whatever.â
âyou werenât.â
ânah, i was.â steve shifts his weight, knocks their shoulders together. ânot that you didnât deserve it.â
âyeahhhh,â eddie agrees, cringing at himself. âsorry.â
âall good. so whatâs your story then, huh? who pissed in your cheerios that day?â
eddie blames the alcohol fumes wafting from steveâs cup â a justification that makes perfect sense and would totally hold up in a court of law â for what he says next.
âhonestly? you.â
steveâs face is so cartoonishly offended that eddie busts out laughing, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.
âoh, so youâre just an asshole,â steve nods sagely. âfirst cute guy to flirt with me in six weeks is a lunatic. love that for me.â
âno, iââ eddie laughs, âokay, weâre coming back to how you think iâm cute, but i just meant, uh-â
oh, fuck it. eddieâs never been good at holding his cards close to the chest. more of a 52 pick up kinda guy, historically, and why change now?
âyou were so gorgeous it, like, genuinely upset me for a second,â eddie admits, running his tongue over his lip. he stubs out his cigarette; turns to look right at steve. âlike, uh, like cuteness aggression or some shit.â
steve mirrors his posture, leaning an elbow on the railing, nearly chest to chest. âso you are crazy,â he smiles.
âthatâs correct.â eddie swallows.
steve moves in to close the gap. âgood crazy?â
âfun crazy, so iâm told.â
âiâm gonna kiss you if thatâs cool.â
âveryâ
the kiss tastes like ripe citrus
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iâm serious about you
summary: gojo realizes just how much he likes you when you go on your first date
note: feeling a bit soft for gojo rn so pls enjoy this little scenarioâŠitâs 2am and i just wanna write something before i go to bed <3 gojo is probably a little ooc but this is my blog so!!!
iâm a lil rusty when ur comes to writing fics but i hope u enjoy!
warnings: fluff fluff fluff + she/her pronouns
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âIâm surprised this place is open so late.â
You mutter absentmindedly as you look at the pastries behind the glass, face at a respectable distance while Gojo stands beside you. He leans down to see what you see, his own eye catching the chocolate cake sitting on the top shelf.
âNanami told me about it a while ago,â he explains. âSays he likes to come here when he canât sleep since theyâre open so late.â
âDo you like this bakery?â
Gojo watches as you pick and choose which pastries you want to try. The girl behind the counter lifts her gaze to him, eyes widening before averting her gaze to the small box in her hands.
âHavenât tried it, actually,â Gojo says. He rubs the back of his neck when you turn around. âI, uh, wanted to wait. To try it with you, I mean.â
He sees your mouth morph into a shy smile and he canât help but return it. Gojo turns and orders a beverage from the cashier, watching as her fingers fumble with the buttons before she relays the bill.
Youâre about to pull out your wallet when Gojo reacts quicker than you can comprehend. You watch as he gives his credit card to the cashier without batting an eyelash. He laughs when you huff and grumble about being able to pay for the pastries since he paid for dinner, but he bumps his hips with yours and tells you itâs on him.
You look so perfect under the awful fluorescent lights in your best dress and hair let down. Heâs not used to seeing you like this; so carefree without your worries tucked away in that pretty little head of yours.
Gojo used to think heâd make it through life without relying on anyone and that he couldnât count on other people for his own source of happiness and companionship. But he canât deny thereâs something about you that tugs at his heart strings a bit too aggressively.
This feeling follows him to the morning prior, when he asked you to accompany him to dinner. Gojo had guessed that you liked him more than you let on but heâd be lying if he said he didnât feel the same. This new sensation in the pit of his stomach travels with him tonight, especially when he takes a step back to fully absorb the way you look in his jacket. It dwarfs your shorter stature yet Gojo thinks it was made for you to wear.
The girl behind the counter turns around to finish the order, leaving the two of you to your wits for the time being. Gojo senses that thisâcasual dating or otherwiseâisnât something you do often. He silently thanks Shoko for drilling him about you (likes, dislikes, who you are as a person aside from the so-called friend group you two belong in) because he sees your finger tapping against the side of your leg and decides to make a move.
âI really like spending time with you,â Gojo starts. âI could do this again and again if you let me.â
âReally?â you ask, sounding something akin to disbelief. Your dress follows your movements as you turn around but all Gojo can focus on is the way your cheeks begin to blush. How cute.
He takes a step forward, nodding. âBelieve it or not, I really enjoy spending all of my money on cute girls.â
âIs that so?â you ask with an uptick in your voice. âWonder if Iâm the cutest, then.â
Gojo knows youâre joking by the way youâre smiling at him, but he wants to set the record straight.
âYou are,â he says, âbecause youâre the only one.â
A soft sound distracts the two of you and he looks past your shoulder to see the cashier has set his beverage on the counter. Gojo thanks her and grabs the cup when he notices notices sheâs written her phone number on the back of the surface. His stomach drops when he sees your eyes linger on the penmanship.
He panics.
âI must be special.â
Your voice lacks the humor from moments prior, eyes glazing over the written numbers while Gojo pathetically stands like heâs a frozen statue. He doesnât know why he cares what you think of him nor why he wants to disprove the theory that he canât settle down because of an innate need to flirt with everything that breathes. He watches you swallow and avert your gaze to the exit sign when he nods furiously.
âYeah, you are.â
Gojo throws the beverage in the trash can beside him and cups your jaw in both of his hands to pull you into a tender kiss in the middle of a poorly lit bakery with two other patrons. He thinks your lips taste like coconut and sugar, so soft that he could keep his mouth on you forever and never complain.
He must be doing something right because youâre kissing him back.
You pull away first and he laughs at your flustered state, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips before you can escape him. He pays no mind to the girl who walks into the back room.
âIâll spend however long it takes to make you understand that Iâm serious about you,â Gojo promises.
âYou better send Nanami a thank you card.â You grab the box of pastries. âTaking me here was a good start.â
Yeah, he thinks. Sheâs the one.
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Ê yuta x reader
Ê cont: fem reader, fluffy fluff, jealousy, possessiveness, clingy!yuta
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"Um...I'll take the brown sugar boba please!" You chirped to the young-looking waitor, who nodded and smiled as he took your order. "Is it gonna be normal sugar, hon?" He asked, tilting his head at you and squinting his eyes a bit as he voiced the pet name. You were so busy looking at the delicious desserts on the menu that you didn't hear the pet name, and you didn't notice the spike in Yuta's cursed energy.Â
"I'll take it a little sweeter than normal please!" You asked, handing your menu to the man in front of you. Yuta's eyes were glued to where your hands met as the waiter's finger grazed across your own. "Extra sweet drink for an extra sweet girl." He said, winking at you. Your eyes opened a bit in surprise, but you ultimately shrugged it off, thinking he was joking.Â
At this point, Yuta felt his blood boiling. Was he stupid? Was he so dense that he wasn't able to realize you were on a date right now, or was he so shameful that he didn't even care? Yuta wasn't used to feeling like this. It was rare that he experienced jealousy like this regarding another person. He balled his fist by his side and reached his hand across the table with one hand to adjust your bracelet which had gone crooked, a small show of affection in front of the waitor.Â
"Are you getting anything Yu?" You asked sweetly, your chest swelling with love as you watched his fingers drag down your wrist to play with your fingers. Yuta looked up from your hands and smiled sweetly, his jaw clenching under the weight of his teeth as he tried to calm himself before he spoke. "I'm okay baby, I'll just have some of yours." You were unable to stop your eyebrows from shooting upward in surprise at the nickname.Â
It was rare that Yuta used pet names with you, he always got so flustered whenever he tried, so you felt your heart jump when you heard the pet name. You missed the way the corner of the waiter's mouth twitched as he watched Yuta talk sweetly to you in front of him. It was quite obvious what he was doing. You on the other hand were in your own little world, listening to your internal voice scream as you replayed the nickname over in your head.Â
After the waitor walked away, Yuta quickly got up from his place across from you and scooched into your side of the booth. "You're being so cute today, what was that?" You teased, tilting your head to the side at him as you took his hand in your own, resting your hands over your knee. "You never call me baby." Yuta felt his demeanor change the instant you had called him out. His face went red and he looked away, covering his mouth with his hand as he poorly disguised his embarrassment as a cough.
"I uh, I don't know. Just wanted to say it." He said bashfully, turning his head back your way. "So cute." You gushed, squeezing his hand tighter in your own. Yuta sighed and plopped his forehead down on your shoulder, his breath tickling your arm. "Don't tease me, I just wanted to try it out." He mumbled under his breath. You brought your other hand up and ruffled his hair, making him sit up and look at you with a slight pout as you continued to play with his hair.Â
While Yuta looked into your eyes the only thing he could think about was how lucky he is, how grateful he is to call you his. And you were, you were his, not that waiter's. Yuta felt bad for feeling so malicious toward the waitor when you had no idea. Maybe he was overreacting, but it still stands that you were his, and he hated to see people hit on you so blatantly when he was sitting right there. He had enough of being treated like he was being invisible for an entire lifetime. It sucked being treated that way on his own, but it sucked even more when you were involved.Â
"Alrightyy, here's that extra sweet boba for you, hun," Yuta swore he felt a blood vessel in his head pop when that same man's irritating voice echoed from behind him. Yuta still had a smile on his face while he looked at you, but the second he turned his head there was nothing but a smile on his face. He would never treat staff this way, but this time was different. He called you that stupid pet name not once, but twice now?Â
The waitor had a blood-boiling smirk on his face as Yuta turned around, the two boys making eye contact with one another. You were blissfully unaware of their little rivalry as your mouth started to drool while staring at your drink in his hand. Yuta stopped his hand in motion by grabbing the cup in his own when he looked like he was trying to set it in front of you. "I got it," Yuta said coldly, not even daring to blink as he grabbed the cup from the weaker waitor with ease.Â
"Right, just make sure you look on the side of the cup little lady, left a little something for you." The waitor explained, directing his focus on you and winking before he walked off. Yuta grits his teeth as he burns the face of that man into his brain, imagining what he would do to him if he could. "Yu look! The top is a bear how cute." You exclaimed, your voice instantly melting away some of the anxiety and malice he was feeling.
Yuta turned his head back to you and rested his head in his hand by placing his elbow on the table as he watched you enjoy your drink. "How is it?" He asked, his heart swelling with love as he watched your eyes light up with joy. "It's soooo good! Try some." You offered, holding the drink up to his lips. He hated to hear you praise the drink that man made, but he closed his mouth around the straw and sipped down some of the liquid. It was a little too sweet for his taste, but it was fitting for someone like you.Â
"Good huh?" You said, smiling as you pulled the cup away from him. Yuta watched curiously as your smile turned into confusion as your eyes read something on the side of the cup. "Oh..." You said, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I think the waitor left his number on my drink." You said, your expression dropping as you turned the cup around to face Yuta.Â
The inside of Yuta's head felt like a battlefield as he sat up and grabbed the cup, reading the number over. He took a special interest in the little heart on the side of the cup. "I thought the names he was calling me were a little weird, but I think it's pretty obvious we're together." You laughed. Yuta found nothing funny about the situation, he wanted to throw the drink and the soiled cup at the shameless employee, but he had to hold himself together for you.
"You okay Yuta, don't let it bother you, okay?" You said, caressing his cheek and taking the drink back from him. "I'm fine." He nodded, leaning into your touch. He wanted nothing more than to get out of the shop and go back home with you. Spend some time watching a movie or sitting in the garden alone with you, where he doesn't have to worry about other people ogling you or trying to take you away.Â
"Is it okay if we leave?" Yuta asked, grabbing your hand that held his face. You felt your heart skip a beat as you watched Yuta close his eyes and bask in your touch. You think you were starting to catch on to why Yuta was being so uncharacteristically clingy, but you didn't want to say something and make him stop acting so cute. "Of course, you feeling okay?" You asked, letting him hold your hand.
"I'm okay, just wanna leave now. Getting a little tired." He said, smiling softly at you. You nodded and began to gather your things. "I'll throw this away for you." Yuta offered sweetly, picking up your finished cup of boba. Yuta made a point to find the trash can closest to the register, where the boy from earlier was standing, waiting for customers. Yuta watched him like a hawk, hoping he would notice him throw the cup with his number on it away. Sure enough, the boy looked over and watched with raised eyebrows as Yuta threw the drink away with a little more force than necessary, the trash shaking from the impact.
The boy sucked his teeth and squinted his eyes at Yuta, watching him turn his back on him and walk back to your table. "Ready?" Yuta offered, holding his hand out for you as you got up to sit from the booth. "Mhm." You smiled, letting him take your hand in his and walk out of the cafe. "I'm actually glad you said something, I was getting a little tired myself." You said as you walked hand in hand down the street, drinking in what was left of the sun before it set soon.Â
"I'm glad, I didn't want to ruin anything if you wanted to stay," Yuta said, resting his head on the top of your head as you walked together. You smirked and squeezed his hand tighter. "That guy really bothered you huh?" You asked, slowing as you walked up to a crosswalk and hit the button, watching the cars go by. Yuta felt his face heat up as he rubbed the back of his head. You tilted your head at him and smiled, watching his eyes dart around as his face scrunched in embarrassment.
"It's okay Yu, I love you and only you. I don't even remember his face if that makes you feel better." You giggled, smiling up at him. Good thing Yuta remembered his face well enough for the both of you. He wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. Maybe he would have Panda and Inumaki call the establishment over and over again and complain about him to get him fired. That would make him feel better. Yeah, he would probably do that, and you didn't have to worry about a thing.
Yuta stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly against his chest. "Good, because I don't either," Yuta replied, lying in his words. He would never forget such an ugly face so easily. You rubbed your face against his chest and squeezed him tightly, so tight he let out a funny noise of discomfort as you squeezed all the air from his lungs before pulling away.Â
"Don't be jealous okay? We can spend the rest of the day cuddling in my room when we get back." Yuta couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he looked at you, his heart brimming with joy and satisfaction. He nodded and let you escape his grasp fully as you took his hand in your own and started walking across the street, dragging him along with you. "Just an FYI though, I like it when you're clingy with me, it's cute." You giggled, looking back at him.
"Alright, alright," Yuta said, waving his free hand in front of him, trying to get you to change the topic. You giggled at his embarrassment as he stumbled over his own feet while crossing the street. Yuta was so lucky to have someone as comforting as you as a partner, already he felt the malice from earlier melt off of his body, but the need to hold your hand tightly still prevailed until long after the two of you got back to the dorms.
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I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS
G. Satoru â ăăšă â
fem reader
đ mdni / mdnr / smut / n.sfw / 18+ content
NOTE: i took a 3 am thirst draft and made it a fucking fic wtf đ„Ž i'm so dizzy over this one idk why i usually don't drool for my own smut but god damn this one is special to me. ik i post a lot about gojo atm and it's because i love him no apologies đ
SUMMARY â making a cheeky comment leads to a long, steamy session in the bedroom with your husband, who's got a point to prove.
WARNINGS â nasty smut đ€€, rough sex, namecalling/nicknames (b*tch, good girl, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart), he's kinda mean, hubby gojo, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, messy/sweaty sex, daddy kink, p*ssy kiss (1), long session (3h), overstim, dirty talk (teasing, sweet, mean), incl. aftercare, lmk if i have missed smth thank u
WORDCOUNT â 1.3k
PLAYME â daddy
đ â J â
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Your husband didnât like that cheeky comment you made about his stamina and how fast he cums. He thought you were being pretty hypocritical, considering the fact that you cum sometimes solely because of lazy clit thumbing and shallow strokes.
â Baby, careful what you say to me. â he smiled at you in the kitchen, serenely washing the dishes after dinner. â You know damn well that I could go for hours straight with no breaks. The only reason I donât do that is because youâre too weak to handle it. â he boasted confidently.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. That scepticism pissed him off so much that he stopped cleaning the dishes and violently threw the towel down. Your giggles rung sweetly in his ear while he scooped you off your feet and tossed you over his broad shoulder, strong build carrying you to the bedroom like he was on a mission.
He threw you down on the bed with the same force that he threw the towel down with, his hands quickly finding his phone and setting a stopwatch.
You were already giggling apologies, but he wasnât listening. He tossed his phone onto the bed and dented the mattress with his weight as he climbed on top of you, feverish kisses nearly knocking the wind out of you.
â Iâm sorryh â mmf â âtoruh â didnât meanh ih â Iâm sorryyy. â
â Save your sorries and spread your legs. Gonna have to be a little rough with you, angel. But you like that, huh ? Yeah ? Like it when daddyâs rough ? Mhm, I know. Probably like it when Iâm pissed off like this, too.
You smiled. â Yeahhh, I love it. â
He smirked. â Dirty girl. â
Folding you in half and sinking his cock inside you, it felt like he was your enemy for a second with how he beat up your gummy walls with his mean cock; you were giggling and squirming about his playful roughness in the beginning, but now? Youâre screaming, going dumb and limp. It makes him chuckle.
â Fuck, baby, just look at you. â he cooed, â . . . just cumming over and over on this dick like a dumb bitch. I told you that you wouldnât be able to handle it, didnât I ? Uh-huh. I fucking told you so. Keep it together, itâs only been twenty minutes. Haha . . . and you were the one talking shit about my stamina ? Come on, apologize to me. Good girl. Tell daddy how sorry you are â haha, you cumminâ? Yeah, âcan feel your pussy fuckinâ pulsing âround me â fuck thatâs good. You like it when Iâm mean, donât you ? â
â Y-yesss ! Love it love it s'much Saâtoâruuuh ! â you panted frantically, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.
â So cute and dumb. â he cooed tenderly, as if he wasnât rearranging your guts and breaking the bed.
â Feel that, sweetheart ? Feel me sweating ? I know you like it when Iâm this close, âlike it when you can feel the sweat drip off my abs ân rub against your tummy ? Yeah, I know. Damn dirty bitch. Nah-uh, eyes on me. âS only been an hour donât zone out on me. â
Really, the concept of time flew out of your head when you were laying there taking him.
Youâre shaking, gummy walls and sweet spots being beat up by your husbandâs mean, yummy cock. The pressure inside you builds and builds until it snaps, and you scream his name in such a high pitch that it almost makes his ears ring. He laughs a little, watching as you writhe, trapped under his beefy body. He relishes in the feeling of your pussy pulsing as you cum, it brings him close, too. Before you know it, heâs pumping his cream deep inside, pounding into you like heâs trying to ruin your pussy and reshape it to fit only his cock.
â Fuckinâ takinâ it so well, angel. Now âgimme another round. Get on your tummy â there we go, aw your legs are numb ? I donât care. Itâs only been an hour. You can hold on longer than that, canât you ? â
From the back, he fucks you so sensually and deeply that the two of you sweat sweat sweat it up. He insistently bundles up with you under the covers to make it extra toasty. The smell of sex is hot and pungent in your lungs, and inhaling yours and his arousal and scent of cum drives him crazy. Bodies wet and slippery, heâs made a sloppy mess of you before but not quite like this; his cheeks dampen, his hair sticks to his forehead; thereâs little rivulets of sweat running down the center line of his abs, following along his v-line. Thereâs an ache in your thighs, youâre getting overstimulated but itâs so good. And listening to his ragged, heavy breathing behind you just brings on another orgasm.
â Fuck, baby, âwish you could see yourself from this angle. â he groans erotically, brows finally knitting together tightly as he loses composure and succumbs to his own sensitivity. â Oh, angel, just cum. Donât hold it in â cum cum cum yeahhh there we go â thatâs my fucking girl. Cumming so pretty on this dick. Youâre so fucking beautiful, âm gonna cum too. Sh-shit look at all that frothing up, feel that ? âso gooey and nasty. Hahhh-ahah Iâm cuminâ â cumminggg ~ â
You can practically hear the hearts in his voice when he cums, vocals straining and rasping against the nape of your neck. He lets out this one last primal sound before pumping you full of another load of thick creamy cum. You can feel him pulsing and twitching. He presses his weight onto your back a little too much, you can feel the tones of his sweaty torso and how wet and hot his body is.
â Haha . . . fuck . . . â he runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at the pretty mess on his dick. â Baby, you did so good for me. You okay ? Did I go too hard ? â he asks tenderly, nuzzling the back of your neck, just listening to your shaky breaths as you come down from your high.
â I canât feel my legs. â you swallow, dazed smile on your face. â So good . . . â
â Aw, sorry, angel. Iâve got you, come here. Ooh â whereâs my â phone â letâs see how long you endured me for. â
â Felt like . . . forever . . . â
He chuckled under his breath at that and leaned off the bed, reaching for his phone that had fallen right off the edge when he was making the bed violently shake earlier.
â Ooh ! Baby, weâve got a new record. Three hours. â
â Oh my god, no wonder I can barely fucking move . . . youâre a menace. â
He smiles cheekily, â Wanna make it four ? â
â Are you crazy ?! â
â Yes, of course. Donât you love me for it ? â he coos in a sultry voice, coming to press a loving kiss to your damp cheek.
You feel his weight lift off the bed, you tiredly peek at where heâs going and â of course, like the sweet husband he is, heâs getting you a towel. You can hear his exhausted huffs of breath. Thereâs cream running down your slit, some smeared across your pussy and frothed up.
He comes back into the room, smiling admiringly at your sleepy body. Youâre sinking into the pillows, too tired to think.
â âtoru . . . â
â Angel ? â he hums in response, slowly starting to clean you up from the thighs up. You feel his big hands massaging the numbness out of your legs.
â I love you. â
He smirks and presses a kiss to your pussy from the back, making you giggle. â Love you too, my girl. No one makes me feel better than you do. Come here. Haha, are your legs still numb ? Should I massage them more ? M'kay, sweet girl. â
The silence is sweet and long. He's massaging your body, feeling over you like you're his little masterpiece, his little angel.
Then he breaks the silence.
â Told you so. â he smiles victoriously.
You groan. â Shut up. I was just teasing when I said you had shit stamina ! â
â I know, but I still hated that you said it and felt the need to prove a point. â
You snuggle into his chest, making his heart flutter like he's a boy with a crush again.
â Yeah yeah, point proven. â
â Aaand what's the point ? Tell me, I wanna hear it. â he teases.
â You can go on for hours. â
He smiles to himself. â Damn right I can. Glad my good girl learned her lesson. â
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puppy love - ìŹìŹì€
in which jake makes the most if his (expensive) visit to the vet.
tags: fluff, vet!reader, laylaâs not overweight irl but for the sake of the plot letâs say sheâs been eating a little too well;;
authorâs note: idk i wrote this in like an hour bc of a sudden burst of motivation. no proofreading bc itâs 3am LOL. first fic woo!! enjoy!!!
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jakeâs worried. panicking, even.
laylaâs laying down next to him in the back of the taxi, her eyes shifting around nervously. jakeâs leg is bouncing up and down as anxiety courses through his veins. layla had slipped and fallen down the stairs while he was home and her sharp whining whenever she walked afterwards made him uneasy. so, he was quick to call up the nearest vet clinic and book the soonest appointment for a consultation.
heâs really, really worried though. laylaâs never had any bad scares like this one, so heâs not sure what to expect. what if itâs worse than he thinks? what if they tell him laylaâs broken a bone? what if layla has to go through surgery? oh god - jake thinks he might throw up.
heâs interrupted from his thoughts as the taxi driver stops the car and announces theyâve arrived. thanking the driver, jake exits the car and gulps nervously as he surveys the exterior of the clinic. it feels ominous.
a bell rings as he pushes open the door, and the girl at the front desk looks up from the computer screen. âwelcome in! how may i help you?â
âuh⊠i have an appointment at 11:30. for layla.â jake responds.
âawesome, i see you in our calendar. please hold tight while i let the vet know youâre here.â she smiles kindly, but it does little to ease jakeâs nerves. still, he manages a tight-lipped smile and curt nod in response.
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jake watches as someone emerge from the back, looking at a clipboard in their hands. âlayla?â
he stands up right away, prompting layla who had been laying by his feet to do the same. âyes, thatâs us.â
you look up at the source of the voice and send him a pleasant smile. walking towards him, you reach out your hand and he shakes it, but not before quickly swiping his palm on his jeans. ânice to meet you. iâm dr. l/n, and iâll be taking a look at layla today. how about we head inside so i can take a better look at her?â
jake nods earnestly and gently tugs on laylaâs leash to have her follow him into the consultation room in the back. once inside, you ask if he could kindly place layla on the table - a request he readily complies to. youâre impressed at how little he struggled given the fact that layla is a fairly big dog. clearly, he was strong. and maybe kind of cute, too.
âso,â you begin, âwhat seems to be the issue?â
âshe had a bit of a bad fall and sheâs been limping and whining a lot since then⊠iâm worried she mightâve broken a bone or something like that?â jake explains as he runs his hand comfortingly through laylaâs fur.
you nod as he speaks, reaching over to assess any damage. after checking her heartbeat with your stethoscope, you flex her hips, gently press on her legs, and check on her paws.
as you do so, laylaâs continuously making noises of discontent. initially, you had believed that her right front leg was causing her discomfort since sheâd barked sharply when you touched it. however, sheâd done the same thing for every other limb youâd touched as well. smiling, you turn your attention to her owner.
âi donât see anything wrong with layla. her legs are fine, iâd say the shock of the fall is probably what made her respond like that. us people tend to coddle our pets a lot when they get injured, and dogs especially like that attention so they exaggerate it to make it seem worse than it is.â
jake is dumbfounded. âso youâre saying layla was just being dramatic?â
you smile apologetically. âyes⊠i know itâs not the news you were expecting, but thatâs a good thing! means sheâs not injured.â
youâre right, jake supposes. but that means i brought her all the way here because sheâs a drama queen?!
you note the way jake sighs heavily, and it makes you want to try and console him by making his trip to the clinic seem somewhat worthwhile with basic medical advice.
âhowever, i would recommend putting her on a bit of a diet. she seems to be just a little bit over the ideal weight, and that can cause unnecessary strain on her joints.â you explain and jake nods, hanging on to every word coming out of your mouth. âafter all, we want layla to live a long and healthy life, donât we?â you coo, reaching out to ruffle her neck.
jake smiles. cute.
wait, what?
he takes this chance to finally look at you. heâd been too occupied previously with worry that he hadnât been able to actually register what you looked like. now, he can see that you are, in fact, cute. you look around his age, and heâs impressed that youâre a vet this young. you suit the scrubs, but he wonders what youâd wear outside of work.
you pull away from layla and jake snaps back to reality. heâs glad laylaâs okay. still, he sternly faces her and points his index finger toward her snout. âalright missy, youâre going on a diet starting today. consider it punishment for scaring me like that.â
chuckling, you turn to face him and he mirrors your action. thereâs not much left to say, so he thanks you quickly and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. you stay since you have to log laylaâs information in your computer. as youâre wrapping up, you add one more thing in laylaâs âadditional informationâ section.
additional information: super cute, looks exactly like owner
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jake silently mourns on his way back home. again, heâs glad laylaâs okay. he really is. but he had to pay an extraordinarily large amount of money just to be told that sheâs fine. and a little fat.
he glares at layla, who looks back at him with sparkling eyes. his heart melts at the sight, and he sighs as he pets her. jake thinks of you and the fondness in your eyes as you petted the same fur moments prior. maybe something good did come out of his visit to the vet.
suddenly, he gets an idea. he paid a lot of money for this consultation, so he could be a little greedy. as a client, he could ask for your number, right? after all, what if something truly serious happened next time? heâd rather skip the formality of booking an appointment through the website and speak directly with you instead.
so, he pulls up the clinicâs information and calls the number on their website. a girl â likely the same one who welcomed him in â answers and asks what she could do for him.
âhey, i was just at the clinic for an appointment with my dog layla. i hope this doesnât sound weird, but do you think it would be possible to get the number of the vet who saw layla today? just in case anything happens to layla again. you know?â
jake physically cringes as he speaks. way to not sound weird.
âuhm⊠one moment please.â the girl responds. jake hears whispering on the other side of the call.
what he didnât know was that you were right next to the girl on call, sorting through some paperwork before you saw your next patient.
âdoctor! laylaâs owner is calling and asking if he can get your number..?â your secretary whispers.
you whip your head towards her, not believing what you heard. laylaâs owner? the cute, fluffy hair guy?
she looks as giddy as you feel, giggling as she raises her eyebrows suggestively. laughing at her, you give her a thumbs up and sheâs quick to bring the phone to her ear again.
âhello? yes, the doctor said thereâs no problem. do you have something to write with? okay. her number isâŠâ
you smile to yourself as she recites your personal number. a bell rings throughout the clinic, notifying you of your next patientâs arrival. you greet them and lead them to your consultation room and as you close the door your phone buzzes.
unknown number: hi, this is jake. laylaâs dad. thanks again for the help today. if you donât mind, iâd like to take you out sometime?
you bite your lip to suppress your grin. quickly, you reply.
you: iâd love that. date and time?
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Her money dont jiggle jiggle (but her boobs sure do) [FT. Lightsum Nayoung]
Tags: Smut, Quickie, Titjob, Dirty Talk, Hooker!Nayoung, BFH-ish,
Author's Note: Part of @i-am-lifeform24's Project, was supposed to be a standalone smut but I figured that the idea is best for this project and he was kind enough to let me into it late, this counts as my July upload
thank you, and hope you will enjoy this fic
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"So? You are the next customer?"
You gulp, not sure what to say to the beautiful girl in front of you, her clothes resemble the look of a popular college girl: a frilly white lace corset top that revealed her surprisingly cute belly and navel, paired with a denim skirt that left her thighs exposed for you to see.
Meanwhile you were just sitting there, nearvous and shirtless since those were the rules of the club, "Uhh yeah... here's the receipt" you answer, its obvious you are trying your hardest not to stare at her chest while you hand her the recipt, you still a bit surprised that you were convinced by your friends to spend 100$ on this new club, but the premise of real kpop idols being hookers was the nail in the coffin to get you to come.
As the girl finishes scanning the recipt she throws it to the side, "Okay good enough" she says nonchalantly while she gets closer, making you feel nervous by the second, and you are not the only one as just a look from her toward your pants causing her cleavage to displayed to you forms an erection, rolling her eyes she says in a tired voice, "whatever, let's get this overâ
One swift motion and her top is thrown to the side, wearing no bra as instead her breast reveal their true form to you, almost freeze in place from the spectacle in front of you, however no time to waste about admiring them as she goes in to straddle your lap while her hands now work on taking off your belt from your own jeans, giving you a little wink during the process.
After what feels an eternity (Or maybe that girl is really into strip teasing you) your cock is finally released from your pants, standing long and hard in front of her eyes, âNot badâŠnot badâ she quietly mutters as she hops off your lap and kneels in front of you, âyou mind if iâŠâ she asks.
âUhâŠsure?â you are a bit surprised that a hooker asks you in the first place considering how she didn't ask for your opinion when she straddled you and took your pants off, but regardless she laughs at your response while she lowers herself toward you.
However you didn't expect her to grab her tits with both hands and let them envelope around your member, her eyes lock into yours with a big grin as she begins her work, rubbing her chest up and down on your cock, each up causes her tits to fully hide your tip while each down she lightly slams her chest onto your thighs while her lips lean in closer giving your mow exposed tip a small kiss, sending tingles to your brain that make your moans to grow larger in response.
âOh i love how you are so nearvous, it's adorableâ she says, eyes still on you meanwhile you are looking at the ceiling, âAnd how you are so hard for me even though i am just getting startedâ she adds, try to look down at her but your vision is now blurry from the amount of pleasure you receive from her
âNnghâ is the only thing you manage to mutter as the rest of your attempted sounds turn into unintelligible moans, meanwhile your hands hold the fabric of the sofa you are on, each movement of hers drives you insane while she can't help but giggle.
âI can't wait for you to release all of that cum in there all over my tits, just let yourself loose while i will drain you from all of that cumâ Her dirty talk is deadly while her pace is getting quicker and her smile grows wider at each rock
âYes yes yes, come on i can feel it on your balls, release it, you know you want it,~â
And that's the final blow for you and as an expert at her job she knows it, so just as you are about to cum she lets her lips latch themselves into your tip and as strings of cum flows into her mouth you could feel yourself getting relieved by the second.
Finally she releases her mouth from you while she rises up from the position, âOh wow, that was⊠*sigh* surprisingly funâ she says, catching her breath while she cleans some leftover cum from her face and tits, some of it she takes with two fingers and puts inside her mouth while she beams a smile at you with a confident wink
Look at the time, you could swear that an eternity passed from the moment she started pleasuring you but in reality it's only been 15 minutes, and it seems those 15 minutes were not enough for her.
âSo⊠I have some time left before my next customer and usually I would have kicked you out to get ready butâŠâ she stops, giving you time to finally gain your composure and look at her again, now taking her hands work on taking her denim skirt and hot pink panties off her body, now leaving herself fully naked in front of you.
âSince you are kinda cute and VERY big, I don't mind having some more fun, so what do you say?â
She asks, once again she straddles your lap but this time her back is facing toward you leaving her ass in full display in front of you only centimetres away from your cock getting inside, meanwhile both her hands grab yours, taking them toward body as she leaves each of you palm at her naked chest as by instinct you let your hands grab each tit.
âReady for the real fun?â She looks back, another wink coming at you as it seems almost aphrodisiac how her winks get your member hard again.
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Posted at July 14th, 2024
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Dinner In a Winter Wonderland
Hi! This is my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy it :D
Winter x Male Reader Fluff
8.4k words (sorry)
âWeâll only agree if you guys bring along a fourth friend, ok?â
Your three friends all recited to you the conditions a âgoddessâ had set for the Christmas quadruple date they were dragging you into.
You sat at your desk, speechless as you scanned the pleading faces of your roommates and long-time friends, stunned by their brazen appeals to you. It was probably that last sentence that bamboozled you the most though. Sure you were the closest to them, but itâs not like they were short on other friends. Why did you of all people have to come along?
âWhy me of all people?â you asked again, this time out loud.
âWell, apparently, they have a you in their friend group too,â one of your friends began.
âA me?â you scoffed.
âYeah, a you,â he continued. âYâknow, a stubborn, reclusive homebody who needs to be dragged out of their room every time their friends wanna hang out. All because they enjoy their âme timeâ a little too much,â he joked, perhaps a bit too accurately imitating your increasingly weak excuses to leave the dorm.
âHa, ha,â you mocked.
âNo seriously! Apparently, her nameâs Winter.â
âWinter?â You stifled a snicker. âLike the season? Thatâs her real name?â
âI mean, thatâs what they told us,â your friend replied with a shrug. âWho cares? Itâs kinda cute.â
You silently agreed, hiding a smirk as to not concede that your interest was piqued. âSo let me get this straight,â you began, folding your arms in an attempt to appear unfazed. âThe only reason Iâm being dragged along is because you guys need someone to pair up with some girl whoâwhat?âshares my hate for leaving the house? The hellâs in this for me?â You asked, feigning anger.
âDude, itâll be a perfect match!â another friend enticed, desperately trying to paint the situation in an appealing light. âYou both donât like leaving your rooms, you both hate meeting new people. Itâs like the universe is aligning for you two to meet.â
Did he even realise the irony of that sentence?
âC'mon man, spending Christmas alone in your room three years in a row is some of the saddest shit Iâve ever seen,â The first one remarked.
Well he wasnât wrong, but you couldnât let him get any ground.
âSome people canât help it,â You retorted.
âWell those people probably donât have a chance to go out with the most attractive women theyâll ever see.â
You scowled, about to add fuel to the fire before your third friend cut you off.
âThink about it,â he chimed in, shifting the conversation away from an argument. âIf sheâs anything like you, sheâll probably want this whole thing over with as fast as you do.â
âUh, huhâŠâ You leaned back in your chair, tamed, but staring at the ceiling unconvinced. A girl like you? With how active the rest of the campus was, you found it hard to believe there was actually someone out there like youâsomeone cynical and uncomfortable with social gatherings of any form.Â
To be clear, you didn't have poor social skillsâin fact, youâd argue you had a certain way with wordsâyou just avoided any chance to use them. You had a knack in discerning the smallest shift in someoneâs expression, adjusting your tone, words and body language to suit.
But that knack was often overshadowed by an unshakable urge to assess, to weigh every syllable and gesture, scanning for the faintest sign of discomfort or misinterpretation.
This hyperawareness turned into a road-block for any conversation. Instead of letting the flow guide you, youâd find yourself scrutinising every word you said the instant it left your mouth, wondering if it had landed right, if it was too much or too little, or if youâd somehow veered into awkward territory.
The more you tried to keep things smooth, the more youâd find yourself caught in these spirals of self-correction, only to create the very awkwardness youâd been trying to avoid.Â
So in the rare case you did end up at a social event, it was like you were playing a part. You stuck to the same few openings, the same practised routes for small talk.
There was nothing organic or genuine about the performance, nothing personal or meaningful. It was merely for showâa facade to keep up appearances.
It was all exhausting, and thatâs what you had reiterated to your friends time and time again.
Regardless of your scepticism though, a strange part of you was actually a little curious. Not about the date itselfâno, that was still a nightmareâbut about this mysterious girl who apparently shared your introversions.
âLook, all weâre asking for is one night,â one pleaded, hands glued together as if he was in prayer. âOne night! Just hang out with her for a couple hours while we chat up her friends, and you never have to do this again. You donât have to see her again, talk to her again or anyone else if we ever ask. Weâll owe you big time.â
âSeriously dude, weâll pitch in for the PS5 Pro or something!â another added in further pleas.
You let out a long sigh, staring this time down at your desk. Not in a million years would you even consider buying that atrocious excuse for a cash grab, but the sentiment of your friends owing you that colossal amount was admittedly tempting.
And then there was this Winter girl. The one who was apparently as much of a hermit as you were. You couldnât ignore that meeting her was happening during Christmas, the very time of year you tried to avoid going out the most. But you almost couldnât help but wonder what kind of person she was, if she really was as closeted as you or just some exaggerated myth your friends had conjured up to lure you out.
It shouldnât have, but just the idea of her tickled something deep in your brain, flooding your subconscious with various guesses of her character.Â
Your mind conjured up an amalgamation of the most attractive women you had seen throughout your life; famous actresses and idols, the cute barista at the Starbucks down the road, that one girl at the airport who caught your eye but you never ended up talking to. Their looks, personalities, whatever alluring details you could recall were being melted together and forged into what became your own expectation of Winter.Â
You imagined a stunning slim and quiet girlâthat much was obviousâwith milky white hair, and fair complexion. They were traits all befitting of a girl named Winter. But in your mind something about her attitude, her facial expressions⊠they radiated⊠cold. It wasnât unlike how you appeared to strangersâirrationally concealing your timid fear of interaction with a stiff stare and an emotionless face. As you considered how similar your vision of her felt to you, it was strangely⊠warmâŠfamiliar.Â
Within a matter of seconds, your apprehension had transformed to a hesitant desire to meet her. Or rather, this idea of her you had thrown together.Â
You sat in a long silence, wrestling with your inner turmoilâyour shameful, uncharacteristic urge to discover the truth about this girl.Â
Seriously man? You asked yourself. Thereâs no way in hell sheâd look anything like that if she was anything like you.Â
Your asshole of a subconscious did have a point.Â
But something about this tugged at you in a way you couldnât help but notice. If this girl was like you, really like you, you had to know.
 âAlright,â you eventually grumbled, putting a hand over your face to suppress the oncoming wave of regret already washing over you. âIâll go.â
Your friends erupted in cheers, high-fiving and dapping each other up like they had just won themselves a date with the hottest girls on campuâOh.
âYES! Youâre the man!â one of them yelled, giving you a âpatâ on the back that almost knocked you out of your chair.
"You wonât regret this!" another exclaimed, jabbing a finger toward you, though deep down, you already kind of did.
âFUCK YEAH!â the last one punched to the sky. âWe owe you man,â smiling from ear-to-ear as cheers followed him out of your room.
As you hastily cleared the other two from your territory, you felt the dread settling in. One night, thatâs all it was, you told yourself. Just one night with this girl named Winter, who was probably as opposed to this as you were.
Whatâs the worst that could happen?
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Before you knew it, you were in your friendâs car, dressed in your Sundayâs bestâwhich, admittedly, was a hastily thrown together fusion of your roommatesâ closets.
An attempt had been made to make your less than desirable features appear at least mildly presentable to the outside world. Your hair had been styled with some expensive hair product you could barely pronounce, your caveman scent obscured by some B-list celebrityâs cologne, and your abhorrent postureâhoned through years of agonising abuse to your spineâwas being corrected by your friendsâ frustrated hands what felt like every other second.Â
They had half-jokingly, half-100%-seriously subjected you to some correction exercises over the past few days, few of which you actually bothered to attempt. Obviously, the few you had tried didnât work, as your friend had stopped bothering to correct your posture himself, instead resorting to giving you a stinging slap every time your spine inevitably slumped from upright.
 The swelling of the handprint forming on your back had charitably distracted you from the metric-shit ton of adrenaline coursing through your veins. It caused your breathing to grow heavy and your heart to feel it was going to burst from your chest. A couple sleepless nights and a few too many hours of staring blankly at your PC monitor had transformed your strange curiosity for meeting Winter back into dread.Â
You had moronically forgotten you actually had to talk to this girl for a couple hours instead of just confirming if she was similar to you.
Either you forced some kind of pitiful attempt at conversation with herârisking major embarrassmentâor both of you succumb to sitting in introverted silence.Â
Even if you could properly wrestle with overusing your little talent, the fact was, any attraction whatsoever to a girl caused you to fold like a cheap suit, rendering your ability useless. If Winter was any bit as alluring as your mind made her out to be it would be more than disastrous for you. It would be like every ounce of composure was swapped out for a hyperactive inner monologueâone that left you stumbling over your own thoughts.
As your friendâs car hummed along the bustling holiday streets, your mind continued to spin in overdrive almost as quickly as the neon red and green of the city's Christmas ornaments seemed to appear and disappear all around you. You aimed to avoid risking any conversation that led to your humiliation, desperately mapping out the possible routes for conversation. This process was standard yet exhaustive at this pointâyour own RPG dialogue tree being mapped out in your mind.
"Hey, nice to meet you. Howâs it going?"
"Fine."
[ No further options.]
You could already feel the weight of the dead-end conversation dragging the both of you down. That wasnât going to work.
âSo, what kind of stuff are you into?"
"Not much."
 [FAILED: Charisma check too low.]
Your mind projected you staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to find something, anything, to say while Winter twiddled her thumbs, wondering out loud with a groan,âWhy did I even bother to show up.â
 What the fuck brain? That wasnât helping your confidence at all.
âHey, Iâve heard a lot about you.â
"Yeah, same."
[Neutral response. Proceed carefully.]
This felt promising. You could try pushing deeper, maybe ask a follow-up question, but you could already feel how you would screw it all upâone wrong word, one wrong look and kaput.
How aboutâŠ
[Say Nothing.]
[No response.]
Yeah, thatâs probably how itâs gonna go.
The car hit a bump in the road, and so did your only shred of confidence in this turning out well. You sighed quietly to yourself, senselessly running through these hypothetical scenarios in your head, frantically searching for the âgoodâ dialogue option that simply wasnât available to you.
There was no save scumming in real life, no charisma stat to help you bluff and charm your way through the whole thing, no getting lucky with your dice rolls either. It was just your limited social ability, a few thinly veiled attempts at small talk, and the faint hope that Winter might somehow be interested in having a conversation. It all reminded you why you avoided these kinds of situations in the first placeâŠ
You suck at them.
What felt like eternity with your own thoughts was soon interrupted as the car pulled up to the curb. You noticed the Christmas themed sign of the barbeque restaurant in the evening dusk. You stared at it, utterly terrified like it was signalling the entrance to some twisted version of hellâa place where your date, crowds of people, and the inevitable crushing embarrassment of being out of your element awaitedâyour hell.Â
Your friends on the other hand were already pumped, talking over each other in excitement as they recounted for the hundredth time just how hot these girls they scored were. Meanwhile, you were still stuck somewhere between resignation and panic.
Their voices blended into background noiseâdrowned out by the mental gymnastics you were performing to figure out how to survive the next couple of hours. You hadnât even walked into the restaurant yet, and you already felt like retreating into the comforting embrace of your bed sheets back home.
As you resolved to follow your friends inside you were instantly hit by a wall of warmth, thick with the smell of grilling meat and the hum of lively holiday celebrants. The restaurant was buzzingâwaiters weaving between tables, the sizzling of meats echoing from grills, and laughter rippling across the room like a contagious wave. Already the âenergyâ in here was too much for you, prompting you to take a moment to adjust the atmosphereâall while your friends strode in like they owned the place.Â
This was the kind of scene youâd typically steer clear of: crowded, chaotic, and packed with people who simply enjoyed the presence of others. The holiday season did nothing to ease your anxiety, doing its part to gather everyone together by filling every seat in the restaurant. You shoved your hands into the unfamiliar pockets of the jacket your friends threw on you, hyper aware of how out of place you felt.
 Your friends were greeted with warm smiles from the hostessâpredictably, since they looked like they had just stepped off of the cover of Vogue magazine. Meanwhile, you were certain you looked like youâd rather be anywhere else.
She led you all to a private booth which was, thankfully, designated its own corner far away from the rest of the vivacious dynamic of the restaurantâs other patrons. Your relief didnât last long though, as your heart leapt into your throat when you spotted four girls already sitting there. Three of them stood up to greet you, all endearing smiles, waves and the obligatory âMerry Christmas.â
Your fear was instantly frayed as the first girl began her introduction. Her name was Karina, and you were taken aback at how uncannily beautiful she was. In fact, it was almost unsettling how flawless she looked. It was like she had been engineered in a lab or generated by some AI algorithm designed to create the perfect face. Everything, right down to her sharp profile and unnaturally smooth skin was other-wordly perfect. A small mole dotted the edge of her chin, like an anchor tethering her otherwise impossibly symmetrical features to reality. She greeted your friends with a poised smile, but there was something behind her eyesâsharp, calculating, and trained on youâlike she was sizing you up in particular.
But your mind paid that no attention as the next beauty introduced herself as GiselleâHer confident demeanour being the highlight for you. She moved with an ease that gave the impression she wasnât fazed by anything or anyone. Her posture was relaxed, yet somehow commanding, exuding an energy that screamed, Iâm hot, and I fuckinâ know it. The assertive eye contact she made with each of you as she introduced herself caused you to shrink back, almost out of respect for her authority. In contrast, her voice was steady and warm, but her eyes flicked back to Karinaâs every so often, like the two of them were communicating without saying a word.
Then there was Ning Ning, who practically radiated excitement. Her lips curved into a smile that was bright and infectious, the kind that lit up her entire face. She greeted you all with a playful wave that bordered on adorable. Yet there was a switch in herâsomething in the way her expression shifted mid-conversation from lively and sweet to striking confidenceâwhich could flip in an instant. She seemed to live in the moment though, completely detached from whatever silent exchange was happening between the other two. It was hard to tell if Ning Ning was more girl-next-door or temptress, and that fluidity made her all the more intriguing.
Your friends werenât exaggerating. Each of them was stunning in their own wayâlike the kind of women youâd expect to see gracing the pages of a high-fashion magazine or as models strutting down a runway.
Yet, you couldn't help but notice the girl still seated at the inner end of the table, toying with her sleeves as the soft glow of her phone lit her face. Winter, you assumed. She didnât stand, didnât do so much as glance briefly at the four of you. But even in her stillness, she drew your attention. Her beauty wasnât like Karinaâs polished perfection or Giselleâs self-assured allure and most definitely not like Ning Ningâs bubbly charm. Winter appeared differentâthere was something so fundamentally distinct about her that interested you, piqued your curiosity when you thought you were infallible to such feelings. Regardless of what you heard about her, you found yourself encapsulated by nothing but her sheer beauty.Â
As your eyes lingered on her you didnât feel like you were looking at a person. Instead it was as if you were gazing upon the natural landmark of a frost-covered landscapeâpure, serene, and silently breathtaking. It was as if she belonged more to the cold elegance of nature than to the warmth of human company. Her presence was subtle yet striking, like the clear, crisp air on a winter morning. The restaurant's soft, amber light caught her pale complexion in a way that made her seem almost ethereal, yet still grounded. Her silvery-white hair cascaded around her face like freshly fallen snow, soft and shimmering, as if her namesake itself had carefully crafted each strand to highlight her delicate features. Somehow, Winter lived up to that paradoxically beautiful expectation you had envisioned, but seeing her in person gave the impression she transcended it.
You stumbled through your own introduction to the rest of the girls, utterly captivated by what most people would consider a bad display of manners. Anybody in your shoes would have had their eyes glued to the trio of goddesses standing before you, but you could barely spare them a secondâalright, a third glance.Â
Predictably, the small talk that followed didnât include you. Your friends howeverâmore eager than youâve ever seen themâquickly launched into banter with Karina, Giselle, and Ning Ning. Normally you would be in awe of how easy they made the whole thing look, but you could only half-listen, your thoughts and eyes constantly drifting toward Winter, who remained seated quietly at the end of the booth.
Eventually, Karina offered you all to sit, prompting one of your friends to shove you along to your side of the table. The little collision knocked you out of the fugue-like state you were in, drawing a quiet cry that caused laughter to erupt around you. Quickly realising that youâd be facing Winter, you hesitantly sat down, your eyes flicking back to her every now and then.
When she finally glanced your way, there was a brief pause, her cool eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, you were caught, held in the silence between you. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, but a hint of vulnerability showed itself as she studied you. Before you knew it, you were staringâcompletely absorbed by the depth in her eyes. They werenât just cold or distant as you first thoughtâthey were calm, almost reflective, like a still lake that hid something beneath its surface. The more you looked, the harder it became to pull yourself away.
Seconds passedâmaybe moreâand you didnât even realise how long youâd been holding her gaze until your heart gave a sudden jolt, reminding you that you were looking at a person and not natureâs piĂšce de rĂ©sistance. Embarrassment shot through you as you quickly broke eye contact, feeling a heat crawl up your neck.
âWinter, right?â Your voice came out much too casual, completely betraying the fact that you were just caught staring at her like an absolute buffoon. How did you already manage to mess this up?
Winter tilted her head ever so slightly, a small flicker of amusement ghosting over her lips before she nodded. She blinked more than once, her lashes fluttering to mask brief hesitation. Her gaze softened just slightly. âYeah,â she replied simply. Her voice was soft, but clear. There was no hint of awkwardness or hesitation, but the slight shift in her posture, the way her fingers brushed the sleeve of her shirt said otherwise.
You nodded, youâd only asked one question and you already felt like your dialogue options were exhausted. But on the bright side, the mere fact she replied meant things were already going better than they did in your head.
The silence between you both stretched for a beat, then another. Neither of you spoke, but remarkably it felt like the words were there, waiting to be said. Winterâs fingers continued nervously with her sleeve, brushing the fabric in small, rhythmic strokes, while you found yourself looking at empty plates, the tableâanything but her. Both of you seemed unsure of what to say next, letting you confidently conclude that she was indeed as nervous as you. You noticed her lips parting as if to speak, only to close again after a moment of hesitation.Â
A few more seconds passed before you both spoke at once.
âSoââ
âDid youââ
You stopped mid-sentence, catching her eye before you let out a quiet, awkward chuckle. âUh, sorry. You go first.â
Winter looked down briefly, as if gathering herself. When she lifted her gaze again, there was a softness in her eyes, and a hint of vulnerability that hadnât been there before. Her thumb brushed the edge of the table, tracing it gently as she glanced back at you. âThey had to bribe you too?â She asked timidly, lightly gesturing to your friends who were engrossed with hers.
A small smile tugged at your lips. âYeah, you could say that. Itâs a whole mess, isnât it?â
Winter nodded, her own smile flickering into existence, delicate but brief. Her voice softened as she admitted, âThese three promised me free food for a week just to get me to show up.â Winter scrunched her face, slanting her eyebrows in an attempt to scowl at them, but failed miserably, producing an adorable pout that was more endearing than anything else.
Your heart may as well have melted right there.Â
You laughed softly, buying yourself time to regain your composure. From afar, she was the most beautiful person youâd ever seen, but up close? When that cold, hard exterior began to fade, she doubled as the cutest too.
Your little chuckle successfully let you continue the eerily natural flow the two of you had going. âMine offered to chip in for a game console.â
âSo thatâs what got you, huh?â Her eyes brightened with amusement, and for the first time, you saw her smile linger just a little longer. It wasnât just her smile though. A slight accent softened the edges of her naturally sweet tone. Everything she said felt so easy on the ears, so digestible, and youâdespite your scepticism and bitterness towards being hereâfound yourself hungry for more. Your friends would have called you a hypocrite, but in your defence, they both contributed to this perfect image that sat opposite you. You couldn't help but think it was the cutest sight youâd ever seen.Â
Perhaps thatâs what gave you the strength to say this next part.
âWell not exactlyâŠâ You trailed off, breaking eye contact as your fingers fidgeted nervously under the table.Â
Winter tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow in anticipation like a puppy awaiting a command. God, how was everything she did so adorable?
You leaned in, still avoiding her gaze and turned your head slightly toward the wall, hoping the others wouldnât overhear what you were about to say.
âI was uhâŠâ You began, almost a whisper as the words struggled to leave your suddenly dry mouth.
This time Winter leaned in, meeting you at a distance a little too close for comfort.
âI was curious about youâŠâ
Your words were like bullets, creating an embarrassing recoil that sent you hurtling back into the headrest, your gaze pointing straight down as a crimson flush seized the skin of your cheeks.
Your friends would have scoffed at how trivial that whole exchange seemed, all the while you felt like a timid middle schooler confessing to his crush. You managed to baffle yourself with your boldness, not daring to look up and see Winterâs reaction.
To your further surprise, your little self-conscious introspection was interrupted by a giggle. Not just any giggle. Winterâs giggle.
You looked up to meet her faceâequally as rosy as yours. But in place of your distraught expression was Winter, giggling like a child on a sugar-high. Her laughter was light and melodic, bubbling up like it couldnât be contained. She leant back covering her open mouth with her hand. Her whole face had lit up, it was the kind of laugh that crinkled her eyes and shook her shoulders ever so slightly. It wasnât just the sound, thoughâit was the way she smiled from ear to ear, so unguarded and genuine, a welcome contrast to the shy and distant she showed otherwise.
You lied earlier. This was the cutest thing youâd ever seen.
At first, you were confused by her sudden outburst, but as the infectious warmth of her laughter sunk in, a mutual smile spread across your face. The tension youâd been holding onto for several days seemed to melt away with each lingering note of her laugh. You honestly had no idea what she found so funny, but in the moment, you were just happy to go along with it, confident that you were doing at least something right.
Your friends, noticing her giggling, shared amused glances but didnât interrupt. From the way they were staring, they were just as surprised as you were at how well this was going. They all held an expression that confessed we didnât know you had it in you.
Ning Ning too giggled under her breath, playfully nudging Giselle. âLook at thatâactual progress,â she muttered teasingly, her tone dripping with mock disbelief.
Karina though, was different. She subtly monitored the interaction, her sharp gaze softened now, intrigued by how Winter was opening up. It felt like she approved though, commending you in getting Winter out of her shell. She stayed silent though, still content to just observe.
Winterâs adorable outburst slowly ebbed, her shoulders still shaking slightly as she tried to catch her breath. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, an adorable mix of bashfulness and amusement colouring her features.
âSoâŠâ she began meekly, eyes flickering down before meeting yours again. âDo I live up to your expectations?â Her tone was soft, tentative, as if she wasnât entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer.
You were caught off guard by Winterâs own intrepid addition to your conversation, feeling your face heat up as you struggled to find the right words.Â
IâwellâŠâ You exhaled, trying to pull together the honesty that was suddenly a challenge to articulate in her presence. âYouâre not what I expected,â you admitted, a gentle smile finding its way onto your face. âI donât think I couldâve pictured someone quite like you, even if Iâd tried.âÂ
The sudden spark of vulnerability in Winterâs expression tugged at something in you. You realised your answer mightâve sounded too cryptic, maybe even evasive. The faint quiver of her brow and roll of her Adam's apple told you she wasnât sure how to take that.
You cleared your throat, glancing up at her cautiously as you explained, âI mean that in a good way!â Winter had a beauty that seemed too obvious, too stunning to need validation, yet you couldnât help but want to say it aloud. âI thought youâd be stunning and wellâŠyou are.â Winter turned away sharply, hiding her flushing face with a hand. âI just thought that youâd be a lot more.. distant. But meeting you here, seeing you laugh and smileâŠâ you were thinking of an eloquent way to put this, but you found yourself beholden to the truth right now.Â
Winter was having this⊠effect on you. You werenât one to âopen upâ or âtalk about their feelingsâ and yet you felt compelled to here. âSeeing you laugh and smile⊠I canât help but think itâs the cutest thing Iâve ever seen.â You had no idea where this newfound confidence was coming from, but you had a sneaking suspicion it was spurred on from what youâd just described.
Winterâs cheeks deepened from a soft pink to a vibrant flush, and she let out a shaky breath. Her fingers lingered over her features, like she was trying to shield herself from the intensity of the moment. Her eyes darted back to you and the delicate gleam in her gaze made your heart skip.Â
âReally?â she murmured, her voice barely audible, as though she feared saying anything louder might shatter the fragile honesty between you. She dropped her hand from her coloured cheeks, her eyes tracing your face for confirmation. âYou really think that?â
You nodded, the sincerity in your gaze unwavering. âI wouldnât say it if I didnât mean it.â You chuckled softly, hoping to lighten the air.Â
Winterâs shoulders began to relax, she herself not realising that they were glued to her neck. Her face remained flushed, but the tightness in her posture had vanished, leaving her more relaxed and open in how she sat.
âThank youâŠâ she let out. Her voice remained soft, but they certainly carried more weight.
âIâll admit Iâm surprised tooâŠâ She hesitated, glancing away, lips curving into a soft smile. âI thought youâd be just like everyone elseâŠâ You listened attentively, holding her gaze while she spoke tenderly, honestly.
âSo I didnât expect you to beâŠwell, this easy to talk to,â she admitted, rubbing up her arm. âYou donât feel like everyone else, all practised lines and smooth talking,â she let out a faint chuckle. â You make mistakes, you slip up. Youâre like me. And um⊠cute too.â It was your turn to look away, your own cheeks starting to heat up. âSo thereâs something really nice about that...â
 You pinched yourself under the table. This was going too well for you. This had to be a dream.
âIâm glad you think that,â you told her with a smile. Your voice was lower and steadier than youâd expected, though a trace of disbelief lingered beneath your words. Because, truthfully, you could never have imagined this going so wellânot in a million lifetimes.Â
To your absolute delight, Winter sent you another wide smile. You didnât think it could get much wider, but somehow she pulled it off.
You hadnât realised it till she brought it up, but with Winter, you didnât need to use those memorised openers or routes. She enticed you in such a way that just encouraged you to just⊠be you. Everywhere else you went you always felt an expectation to act like everyone else, to sound like them. But in the short time youâve been around Winter, you hadnât felt that at all. Was it because you two were similar?Â
âSo,â You began, searching for your answer. âI take it youâre not a big fan of all this?â You gestured to the six other residents of the table, and by extension the rest of the restaurant.
Winter raised an eyebrow, leaning back into her chair. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs under the table, almost like she was trying to ground herself. âMore or less. I mean, donât get me wrong, I donât hate people... I just like my space, yâknow? Too much noise, too many people... it feels like Iâm in the wrong place.â She paused, glancing briefly at the rest of the table. âBut you get it, right?â
âMore than I care to admit,â you replied with a sigh, feeling some strange sense of relief wash over you. âItâs exhausting. I never know what to say, or how to keep up.â
Winterâs lips curved upward again, knowingly. She seemed to relax even more, sinking into the conversation as much as she did her seat. "Exactly. It always feels like everyone has these⊠scripts. Like they know exactly what to say and when to say it." She gestured lightly toward your friends, still engrossed in their own lively conversations. "But itâs⊠difficult. Itâs all tiring,â She confessed with a little pout. âIt doesn't feel natural or genuine to me, it feels like I'm⊠like I'mâŠâ
âLike youâre playing a character,â you finished, taking the words right out of her mouth.
Her eyes widened a fraction, a glimmer of recognition passing through them. âExactly!â she rejoiced. A quiet laugh escaped her, one that sounded relieved. âAll our friends can happily be themselves, but weâre stuck acting like someone else.â
As Winter continued, you noticed a subtle shift in the way she spoke. It wasnât just about her anymoreâshe was talking about the both of you. There was something comforting about the fact that she felt like you were in this together, like she saw a bit of herself in you. You werenât just sharing a conversation anymoreâit was an understanding.Â
You nodded, staring into her opulent orbs as if she were a reflection of yourself.
But before either of you could say more, Karinaâs voice cut through the air, pulling you both back into reality.
âHey, are you two lovebirds ready to order?â she teased.
You blinked and glanced around, realising that everyone else had been staring at youïżœïżœimpatient, but knowing smiles all around. Even the waiter at the head of your table, pen poised and all, gave you a subtle, approving nod.Â
âOh, uhâŠâ You stammered, feeling a rush of heat crawl up your neck. You turned to glance at Winter, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. Her eyes, wide and glimmering, were so close that you could see the subtle flecks of silver and blue swirling within them. The space between you was almost nonexistent; you were close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath, your noses almost grazing. Wait, what? The realisation hit you both at once, and in an instant, you jolted back into your seat, wide-eyed and startled, your heart pounding from the unexpected proximity.
Winter did the same, recoiling sharply and causing a small tremble in the table. Her face flushed a deep, rosy pink, the sudden burst of colour creeping from her cheeks down to her neck.Â
âIâll have theââ
âCould I haveââ
 You both started at once, then stopped, exchanging an awkward, embarrassed laugh. You gave a little nod, gesturing for her to go first.Â
â Iâll have theâŠâÂ
Winterâs voice trailed off as she scanned the menu in a hurry, cheeks still rosy. She managed to mumble her order, then you fumbled your way through yours right after, both of you clearly rattled but trying to play it cool.
As the waiter left the table, a heavy silence settled over you and Winter. The energy from beforeâwhere genuine laughter and soft words had filled the space between you twoâseemed to have dissipated. Now, you found yourself unable to speak, the memory of that fleeting, close encounter hanging thickly in the air, making it difficult to breathe. It rendered thinking of something to say practically impossible.
You glanced at Winter, only to find her just as quiet. She was staring at the menu again, though you knew she wasnât really reading it. Her fingers brushed along the page absentmindedly, putting in no effort whatsoever to make her rapid flicking believable. Every so often, her eyes would dart toward you, only to quickly return to the menu the second she thought you might notice.
Despite the tension, a sense of relief came over you. The silence gave you an opportunity to collect yourself, to push back the storm of emotions swirling around inside you. You sank a little further into your chair, quietly thankful for the momentary ceasefire.Â
Your mind wandered to all those couples who roamed the city streetsâit was the bitter truth that you wouldnât fit in as one of them. The way youâd always seen yourself didnât align with how those people acted: smiling and talking for what felt like forever. For years on end you considered yourself emotionally unavailable, selfish with any time you had. Yet, here you were, sitting across from Winter, someone who was...different. Someone who made you feel like, maybeâjust maybeâyou were capable of being one of those couples.
You shook your head slightly, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. No, that kind of thing didnât happen to people like you. You were reading too much into it, werenât you? It had to be just the heat of the moment, the proximity playing tricks on your mind. The sincerity in her gaze, the warmth of her breathâit was just...well, it was nothing, really.
But then why was your heart still racing?
Winter shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes still trained on the menu. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped herself, the words catching before they had a chance to escape. You could almost feel her nerves mirrored in your own chest.
You too thought about saying somethingâanythingâto break the silence, but every possible word felt clumsy in your mind. You were far too embarrassed to speak up, but at the same time, you wanted to recover the soft energy that radiated between the two of youâthe thrill of a conversation where you felt at ease, where you could be you.Â
"Sorry, about⊠uh, that," you forced out, sending her a sheepish smile. âI didnât mean to make things weird.â There was no reason for you to take responsibility, but you assumed it would ease her if she was absolved of fault. After all, it would have eased you.
Winter shook her head quickly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. âTrust me, if anyone made things weird, it was me.â You couldn't help but laughâshe was trying to do the exact same thing.
âDonât worry about it, Winter,â you assured, her name slipping out instinctively.
There was a shift in her posture as her name escaped your lips, subtle but noticeable. She uncrossed her legs under the table and leaned forward ever so slightly, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her sleeve again. She seemed on the verge of saying something important. You could sense it in the way she glanced at youâanxious eyes, cheeks flushing scarlet.
Her lips pressed together for a moment, then softened as if sheâd finally made up her mind. Her eyes met yours, letting you peer into that reflective lake once again. But this time, you could almost make out what was belowâ she was letting down a wall, one youâd wager few have ever seen behind.
 She took a breath, her chest rising and falling with a quiet resolve, and then, in almost a whisper she spoke.
 âPlease. Call me Minjeong.âÂ
The simplicity of the words didnât match the weight they carried. There was something so incredibly personal in her request, something that felt like a secret being shared between just the two of you. Her gaze stayed locked on yours, as if waiting to see how youâd react, her vulnerability laid bare.
âM-Minjeong,â you stuttered delicately, the name feeling both foreign and intimate on your tongue, like you were stepping into a space no one else had been invited to.Â
Minjeongâs expression softened even more, a glimmer of relief flashing across her eyes. She let out a breath, one she seemed to have been holding in anticipation of your response. A curve played across her lips. It was pure, unguarded. You almost could see the warmth radiating off of her, like this simple act of you saying her name had drawn you two closer.
âIâ I like the way you say it,â she confessed quietly. Her voice was shy, as if she wasnât used to hearing her own name spoken aloud.
You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry, unsure of how to respond but feeling the gravity of the moment pull you deeper into her orbit. The vulnerability in her tone, the way her eyes softened when she looked at you, made everything feel so surreal. You had no idea what to say next, your mind scrambling for the right words, but none seemed enough.
Multiple pairs of eyes fell on you from around the table, but neither you nor Minjeong were in the right state to acknowledge it. As far as you were both concerned, you two were the only people on Earth right now.
Before you could manage a reply, Minjeong spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. âMost people just call me Winter. Itâs easier for me⊠less personal.â She glanced down at the table, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the edge of her sleeve. âBut I dunnoâŠâ She trailed off. âMinjeong feels right with you.â
Her words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful, and you couldnât help but feel like you were seeing something fragile. It was like she was giving you a piece of herself, trusting you to hold it gently.
âMinjeong,â you repeated, this time more certain. âItâs a beautiful name.â
She met your gaze again, her eyes shining with an emotion you couldnât quite place. âThanks,â she murmured, a shy smile tugging at her lips, but this time, there was no hesitation in the way she looked at you. No walls, no pretence. Just Minjeong, in all her quiet, ethereal beauty.
You felt a warmth bloom in your chest, the kind you hadnât experienced in years. It was like being a teen again, that rush of excitement and nervous energy coursing through youâthe way it used to when youâd catch your crushâs eye across the room and feel your heart race. But this was differentâit was deeper. As you sat there, looking at Minjeong, you realised it wasnât just her beauty or the way she had let you in. It was the feeling she stirred in you, something you thought youâd long forgotten. She wasnât just someone who caught your eyeâshe made you feel alive again. Like you were rediscovering that fluttery, intoxicating rush from your youth, but unlike then it wasnât fleeting. There was a quality to it that you just couldnât articulateâyour years of social isolation, your unending cynicism towards basic human emotion left you that way.Â
But you tried, tried to put a label on this unfamiliar feeling. You searched your mind for a word, a description, anything that could encompass what was building in your chest, but nothing came close. It was a bewildering sensation that refused to fit into the neat definitions you knew.
The tension in your mind dissipated the moment the waiter brought the food, and you watched as everyoneâs attention turned to their meals. The table filled with idle chatter and silverware scraping against plates, grounding you back to the present. You took a steadying breath, grateful for the pause and the warmth of the meal as it cut through the delicate web that had woven itself between you and Minjeong.
Still, you couldnât help but notice her in the little pauses and movementsâthe way her eyes sparkled with each glance around the table, her small, quiet smile at each bite. Even now, Minjeongâs presence felt magnetic, she occupied her space without demanding it, a rare grace that felt refreshing. Each time she looked up, she met your eyes with a soft, almost bashful smile that sent an echo of warmth through you. It made you want to reach out, to learn more, to let her know how much sheâd already begun to matter to you.
The conversation around the table grew louder, but your own exchange with Minjeong stayed quiet and gentle. You spoke in low tones, sharing snippets about each otherâs lives. Every glance, every subtle word between you seemed to deepen the quiet understanding you shared. Gone was your lacking composure, the insatiable need to assess and please. Your exchange with Minjeong felt like a safe space, a judgement-free zone to be yourself in public. Youâd explain to her all your nerdy hobbies, and she would listen with genuine attentiveness, her eyes adorably lighting up when youâd find something else in common. In return, you found yourself hanging onto every word she offered back, falling deeper and deeper into the conversation as she opened herself up to you
And when there were lullsâas there inevitably were between introverts such as the two of youâyou both found comfort even in the silence. It was strange, feeling so drawn to someone you had known for only a few hours. The part of you that usually resisted connections seemed to fall silent in her presence. And as she leaned in closer to share an amused thought, her fingers playing absently at the edge of her napkin, you felt something within you shift.
What was this feeling, exactly? You had tried to put it into words, only to come up empty. You were someone who could gauge how a person was feeling from body language alone, like you could measure and judge everything they felt. But when it came to yourselfâyour feelings, your emotionsâyou came up short.Â
But as the evening wore on and the rest of the table grew quieter, you found yourself looking at Minjeong with a soft certainty. From the way Minjeong looked at you, you got the impression she was struggling with the same dilemma. But you didnât need to name this undefined feeling that stirred in you. Every shared glance, every smile that lingered a beat too longâthese were all the words you needed. There was an understandingâunspoken yet undeniableâthat whatever this was, it was real. And in that moment, with the quiet warmth shared between you two, it was enough.
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You emerged from the restaurant, taking in the brisk air of the Christmas evening. Typically, retreating back into the bustling street was your first step in your retreat to the solitary comfort of your dorm room. It let you breathe a sigh of relief for escaping whatever social event you had been forced into.Â
But tonight? Tonight your steps were unhurried, in fact you felt the urge to linger. Tonight, Minjeong was by your side, her soft smile mirroring your own. The breath you let go this time was instead a remorseful one, a signal that your time together was almost over. Of course as much as she looked the part, the girl before you wasnât some unreachable, otherworldly angelâshe was real, and very much contactable.Â
You both watched from afar as your friends exchanged phone numbers with Karina, Giselle and Ning Ning. On any other day, you would have looked on in unspoken envy,but alas, tonight was different. You stared at the new contact sitting in your phoneâa beautiful name befitting of an equally beautiful woman, punctuated by two snowflakes either side of it.Â
âMinjeong,â it read. Simple, familiar now, but it held a weight youâd never thought a name could carry.
You grinned, feeling a warmth unlike any the nightâs chill could steal away. The white-haired girl handed your phone back to you, sending a sincere smirk your way.Â
âMake sure to call me, okay?âÂ
Her tone was light and gentle, but her eyes were serious, like this meant more to her than anything else.
âOf course,â you assured. There was nothing in this world that could make you shatter the joy reflected in that smile.
Without warning, she stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between you. Her arms wrapped around youâwarm, gentle and tentative. For a moment, you were too stunned to react, but the heat of her bodyâwhich was now flush to yoursâquelled any concern. Instinctively, your arms folded around her, drawing her closer, absorbing her presence. The soft scent of her hair drifted up to you, and you felt her heartbeat against your own.
âThank you for tonight.â She whispered, her soft voice muffled by your chest.
You didnât know how long you two were standing there, pressed together as one, but in the moment it didnât matter. When she finally pulled away, you saw her face, beaming like the sun shines.
âHave a wonderful night,â she said, her cheeks flushed, mirroring the festive glow of the streets around you.
âIt already has been,â you replied, your heart full as you returned a gentle, loving smile.
Love. You chuckled.Â
Maybe thatâs what this was.
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If you got here thank you much for reading my first ever fic! I know there's a lot of filler here which could very easily be removed, but I really just wanted to keep everything I'd written. In the future, I'll make sure everything's more streamlined.
But apart from that I'd love for some constructive criticism. Thanks again!
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Kiss me!
bakugo x gn reader (wc. 1k)
How your first (and sudden) kiss went with Bakugo.
Warnings: profanity
a/n: Please send me some requests! Enjoy the fic â€ïž
Neither of you have had your first kiss yet.
While Bakugo didnât seem to give it a slight glance, your heart fluttered with the simple thought of who or how it may go.
Which is one of the reasons you regret coming to this hangout. Mina and Ochaco were interrogating you.
âYou seem to be super close with Bakugo these days yâknow,â Mina whispered, merely 3 inches from your face. âArenât you guys technically dating?â
âWhaaaat?.. Weâre just friends Mina!â You swallowed back the lump in your throat. âI mean, heâs cute or whatever, sure. Iâm completely positive he doesnât like me, heâs not like that and you know it.â She sighed in disappointment, sitting back.
Ochaco giggled, âI canât recommend a lot of advice I usually would because Izukuâs practically the opposite of Bakugo,â Hums of approval came from you and Mina.
âBut I do think heâs much sweeter around you..â
Your lips curled up, a familiar warmth covering your face. You fidgeted your fingers and rocked side to side to try to conceal your embarrassment. âReally? Is that good? Does it mean anything?!â You were practically beaming with excitement and hope.
Mina smiled at your flustered expression, âOf course itâs good! You know nothing about love, do you?â she inquired. You gulped at that thought.
âI watch romance movies I guess?..â
âUh-huh..â Ochaco and Mina both sighed.
You attempted to recall your conversation with Bakugo earlier. âWe planned a hangout tomorrow night. We were going to watchââ
âWHAAAT?!â
You slightly flinched at the girlâs squeals. âWhy didnât you tell us earlier?â Mina asked, you could practically see her thoughts as she imagined a cliche romantic scene between you and him.
âWe can totes help you out!â Ochaco was practically jumping with joy. A smile was plastered across your face, but nervousness still lay there underneath.
âItâs okay, Iâm sure this will go smoothly.â
You and Bakugo were sitting on his bed, shoulders touching and your backs against the bed frame. Youâd been watching a movie on his laptop and occasionally cracking jokes with each other.
âAre you sure you donât wanna watch the Titanic? Câmon, please!â You begged, you had been asking him for days to watch it with you.
âI said no! I hate that sad crap. I said Insidious!â He snarled, he didnât want to watch it. Honestly, you both had enjoyed horror movies on any movie nights you had together, but tonight you wanted to try something different. Especially since you never really watched sad movies.
âWhat, are you afraid youâre gonna cry?â You snorted. Your smile faded when he didnât respond.
âARE YOU SERIOUS?!â
âSHUT UP IDIOT!â
He nearly exploded you to bits and made you vow on your soul to not tell anyone.
Too tired to even keep debating, you settled on watching Insidious. Although you didnât regret it you were still a little snarky after not getting to watch the Titanic.
Especially since you both abandoned the movie a while ago.
A cold breeze passes through the room, and you two are nearly cuddling each other. Laying on your sides facing each other, just talking. You had your head resting on your palm.
Throughout the laughter and constant giggles, you calmed down a little and looked at his eyes.
âYour eyes are really pretty, yâknow?â A slight whisper came from you, he thought he wouldnât have heard it if he wasnât paying the most attention to you.
âHah?â His movements abruptly stopped for a second as he stared at you.
âWhat?â
âI guess youâre pretty too, or whatever.â
You had the feeling this was what they were talking about. Mina mentioned that itâs always a little awkward, youâre just teenagers after all.
âNo way! Youâre capable of compliments?â You covered your mouth to try to hide your laughter.
âIf you donât shut up in the next 5 seconds I WILL blow you to the deepest pit of hell!â He growled and you were exploding with laughter at his aggression.
For a moment he stopped and time seemed to slow down.
You looked perfect. Your laughter was music to his ears. Nothing else seemed to matter, not the booms of Kaminari and Kirishimaâs yells as they immersed themselves in their video game, not the sound of the movie still playing in the background.
You seemed to notice too, and you both held eye contact. Even though the tips of your ears were seemingly getting hotter, and you were starting to fidget in nervousness.
He was starting to get light-headed too. He doesnât process his actions when he puts his hand in your palm, interlinking your fingers while his thumb rubs the back of your hand.
âMina told me something earlier..â
Your eye twitched as he spoke. What the hell?!
âOh yeah..? Whatâd she say..â You mumbled, already planning your escape as you impatiently waited for his next words.
He sighed, âY/n, I think you know,â he glanced away for a moment. âI donât know how to do this stuff.â
âAnd you think I do?â You tried to lighten up the mood, and thankfully it worked. He looked back at your eyes, the smallest smile appearing on his face. Which made you realize something.
Were you guys even closer than before? Why is your leg touching his?
Oh god. Iâm gonna puke. Your teeth chattered a little. His palm was warm though.. not like you wanted to let go. You held onto his hand too, scooting a little closer.
âWait, are we about to kiss?â Bakugo nearly fainted at your question. âI guess? Does it look like I know what Iâm doing?!â
âI mean, is it okay if?ââ You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, a small peck. He stopped you from pulling away and initiated another kiss.
You both closed your eyes, and it felt like you were on cloud nine.
When you both pulled away, your lips were only about an inch apart, and you couldnât bring yourself to open your eyes.
âYour lips are warm too.â You uttered, looking back up at him.
âYouâre a terrible kisser.â He deadpanned, snorting at what just happened.
âAre you serious, Bakugo?â
âCall me Katsuki.â
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THINGS ATEEZ SAY IN BED: HONGJOONG
âł things ateez say during sex. hongjoong version.
âł warning: smut, dirty/sexual language
âą âsay my name. donât make me tell you twice.â
âą âyouâre doing so good, but you can do better, yeah?â
âą âaw, poor little thing. youâre so cute when you cry for me.â
âą âuh uh, not like that. like this, baby.â
âą âhey, eyes on me. donât look away. if you look away, iâll stop. you donât want that now, do you? so do as i say.â
âą âsuch a pretty slut you are. all for me, and only for me.â
âą âmine. all mine.â
âą âgonna mark you up all over so everyone knows who you belong to.â
âą âthey canât fuck you like i can, now can they? of course they fucking canât.â
âą âahh, let me hear you, baby. keep making those sounds. hmm, maybe i should record your moans one day.â
âą âiâm trying to work, and here you are being a needy little slut. canât get anything done when i bring you to the studio.â
âą âsit on my lap and warm my cock while i work. if you behave, i might just reward you.â
âą âlook at your reflection, baby. see how good you take me? your pussy was made for me, i swear.â
âą âdo i need to remind you who you belong to, hm?â
âą âfix that attitude, baby, before i fix it for you.â
âą âgo ahead, tell me what you want. ask nicely.â
âą âi love you, i really do.â
âą âfuck, i missed you. gonna make you feel so good, baby.â
âą âget on your knees for me. letâs put that bratty mouth of yours to good use.â
âą âwho does this pussy belong to? thatâs right, baby. me.â
AUTHORâS NOTES â random idea that spawned in my head. not sure if anyoneâs done this for ateez yet. hope you enjoyed! other members soon to come!
ALL FICS ARE THE ORIGINAL IDEAS AND WRITTEN WORKS OF NATEEZFICS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. REPOSTING WITHOUT CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR NATEEZFICS IS PROHIBITED!
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Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?
THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)
"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"
"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?
the answer is, unfortunately, no.
"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"
"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.
you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.
"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.
"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"
"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"
"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.
"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."
"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"
"hmm?"
"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.
"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.
"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"
"yes, katsuki?"
"please get this man the fuck out of our house."
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T'es ben chix - Luke Hughes
Summary: Amélie decides Luke Hughes is the cutest boy she's ever seen, but she doesn't know how to tell him.
wc: 7k
content: fluff, a little bit of angst, kissing, panic attacks, anxiety, quick make out session, a couple dirty jokes, long distance relationship (let me know if missed anything!)
notes: don't let the title fool you, this fic is still in english!! i realized the other day while doing schoolwork that i don't have a fic that discusses being french-canadian. so... here we are! this fic was super fun for me to write and i incorporated experiences and challenges i have faced over the last few years. a lot of the mistakes that amélie makes are mistakes that i have made or that other french speakers make when speaking english bc sometimes we try to directly translate things and it just does not work lol i reallly hope you guys enjoy!!! and to any other francophones out there: let's be friends!!
just finished writing and it's about 5k words more than i was planning
Amélie honestly wasn't the biggest fan of going out back home, so going out in a place where she could barely speak the language was even worse. But a few of the girls she'd befriended had convinced her it was a good way to get to know more people and to let loose. She sat with the three other girls at a small table, her fingers drumming against the glass of her cocktail.
"Yeah, what did you think of that guy that presented today, Am?"
"Hm? He did... good."
"No, silly. Did you think he was cute?"
"Oh, um, he's... how do you say... not my type?"
"Not your type? Then what is your type, Am?"
"Probably that guy she's been making googly eyes at all night," one of the others teased.
"Who? The tall, curly haired guy in the corner?"
Amélie blushed, sipping at the alcohol for courage.
"Ooo, she's totally into him!"
"You should go talk to him, Am!"
"No... I tell you... no American boys," she waved them off.
"Well, that's too bad. Cause it looks like he's comin' over here. We'll be at the bar if you need us."
"Guys..."
But it was too late, the other girls were already up and headed towards the bar.
"Calisse," she mumbled, trying to ignore the tall figure approaching her table.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked. She looked up at him, her lips pursed. He had the same curly hair and boyish smile that her friends had been teasing her about. She really hadn't planned on talking to anyone tonight, let alone any boys. The girls knew her rule: no falling for any boys while she was in America.
"Uh... sure," she replied, gesturing to the empty chairs across from her.
He smiled, sitting down casually, rubbing his palms on his pants. "I'm Luke. I, uh, I thought I'd come introduce myslef since we, uh, made eye contact so many times."
Amélie bit her lip, nodding as he spoke. She barely knew enough English to follow what her friends were saying, and now she had to talk to some random guy at this bar she didn't even want to be at. "I, uh, I am Amélie."
"Amélie? That's a really pretty name. Did I, uh, did I say it right? Amélie?"
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes flickering down to her drink. "Yeah... that is right. Thank you." Her fingers tightened around the glass, trying to think of something to say next, but everything just came in French.
Luke could sense her hesitation, suddenly becoming way more nervous about coming over. Maybe it had been stupid. Maybe he was making her feel uncomfortable. "I just thought... I don't know. You seemed nice. Do you, uh, want to talk, or...?"
She met his gaze, taking a deep breath. He was trying and he seemed nice, like he really wanted to talk to her. "I... my English, it is not very good," her accent thickening as she spoke. "It is... hard for me."
Luke nodded, leaning forward slightly. He had teammates that didn't speak English as their first language, so he kind of knew what to expect. "That's fine. I'm sure it's better than my French. That is your first language, right? French? Sorry, I just assumed cause your name-"
"Yes, French," she cut him off, giggling at his rambling.
"I can barely say anything in French, so you've already got me beat."
His attempt to make her feel better worked... a little. "It is easier... to write. But speaking... more pressure, I forget the words lots."
"I get that. But we can just... talk slowly."
She sipped at her drink, waiting for him to continue.
"So, what brings you to Jersey? Not a lot of French people here."
"Exchange... at Rutgers. I am from Québec. Saguenay. But I come here... and I work on my English."
"That's super cool. It's awesome that you're pushing yourself to get better. I, uh, I went to Umich for a bit, but-"
"Umich?"
"Oh, right. University of Michigan. I lived in Michigan before I lived here."
"You move here because..."
"For hockey. I play hockey."
"Oh... that's cool. I like Les Canadiens. You play in the LNH?"
"The NHL? Yeah, I do. You like hockey?"
"Everyone in Québec likes hockey. Very popular."
"But you didn't know who I was," Luke teased.
"Only like Les Canadiens, sorry," she shrugged.
"Well, that's fair, I guess. The Habs are pretty big in Québec, huh?"
"Yes! My family... all big fan." She felt comfortable talking about her family, talking about home, the things she liked. Her dad watched every Habs game on TV and sometimes he'd even drive down to Montréal for a weekend to see them play.
"My family loves hockey too. Everyone plays. My mom, my dad, me, and both my brothers. It's like in our blood... or something."
"They play for... the same team?"
"One of them does. Jack, he plays with me. My other brother, Quinn, he plays in Vancouver," Luke tried to keep it casual, not wanting it to seem like he was bragging.
"Ah! The Canucks!"
"See, you know a bit about other teams," he teased.
"Shhh," she giggled. "Your family... they seem very... what's the word... talented."
"Guess you could say that."
She took another sip of her drink, her mind buzzing with questions to ask, but none of them coming to her in English. She wanted to ask more about his brothers, about how he started playing hockey, but her mouth just couldn't keep up with her brain. She also didn't want to come off as rude or obsessed with him because of his title, so she just nodded.
"You don't have to worry, you know. I'm not judging you," Luke comforted. "So, what do you do when you're learning English or watching the Habs? You got any other hobbies?"
"I like to... read. And bake... when I have time."
"Reading and baking," Luke mused. "What do you bake?"
"Everything," she giggled. "Tarte au sucre is my preferred. My mom... she always bakes with me."
"Tarte au sucre? What's that? Sugar pie?" Luke's eyes lit up. "You'll have to make me that one day. I've never had it."
"Maybe. You will have to see."
"Challenge accepted."
Amélie went to respond, but her phone buzzing stopped her. It was her friends calling, probably ready to head on to another bar. She didn't want her conversation with Luke to end, but she knew she couldn't stay there all night.
"I have to go. My friends... waiting," she sighed.
Luke's face fell a little but he nodded. "Yeah, I get it. But I, uh, this was fun."
"Me too."
There was silence for a little, neither of them wanting to be the first to say goodbye. "You should give me... your phone number. So you can try my tarte au sucre."
"Sounds like a plan," Luke said, handing his phone over for her. She typed in her name and phone number, adding a '<3' next to Amélie.
"Text me," she giggled, waving goodbye as she joined the other girls at the bar. Luke watched as the four of them started talking amongst themselves quickly, giggling as Amélie told them about her conversation with the hockey player.
He finally stood up, making his way back over to the table where his teammates were sat. Curtis raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Well, how'd it go, Romeo?" He leaned forward, failing to conceal his grin.
Luke rolled his eyes, "Good, actually. Really good."
Nico raised his pint, "Told you. You just had to go for it."
"So... what's next?" Curtis nudged him. "You ask for her number?"
Luke nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, we'll probably meet up again."
"Probably?"
"Okay, fine. Yeah, we'll see each other again. I'm going to try her sugar pie she was talking about."
"Sugar pie? Is that what we're calling it nowadays?" Nico teased, causing the whole table to erupt in laughter.
Luke shook his head, letting the teasing slide. His mind was too focused on the girl with a French accent and promises of baking him pie. He had to see her again.
~~
Luke found texting Amélie way easier than he'd imagined. She wasn't lying when she said her writing was better than her speaking. Her texts barely ever had mistakes, in fact sometimes they were worded better than his.
They texted back and forth constantly, which earned Luke some teasing from his colleagues. In writing, Amélie was much more confident, returning his flirting with practiced ease. Her personality really shone through in a way it hadn't at the bar. She'd occasionally crack jokes, usually about how he didn't know any French and that she'd have to teach him. Their conversations flowed, talking about their days, sharing stories, discussing the schoolwork that Amélie had, and sometimes sharing pictures of their meals. Although Jack did most of Luke's cooking, he'd never admit that to the girl.
You have to come and try my tarte au sucre soon! Only if you're brave enough though ;)
Luke grinned at his phone, his fingers furiously typing back a reply.
Oh, I'm brave enough. Just let me know when, and I'll be there.
I will. Maybe next week? I need to make sure it's perfect first.
Deal.
~~
Amélie paced her apartment, making sure that everything was in order before Luke came over. She was even more nervous than she had been in the bar. She really wanted things to go well. They had decided to label the event as their first date, and although a bit informal, she was still shitting herself.
The pie was sitting on her kitchen island, untouched. She didn't want to eat any of it until Luke was there to eat it with her. She was worried he'd get in trouble because it wasn't part of his meal plan for work, but he had reassured it multiple times that it wasn't a big deal if he had a little pie.
Just as she was about to rearrange her throw pillows for the third time, there was a knock at her door. She froze mid-step, wiping her hands on her jeans as she made her way to the door.
It was just a pie. And it was just Luke. Nothing to be too worried about.
She hesitated for a moment before she pulled the door open, tilting her head back to look up at Luke. He was standing there in a Devils hoodie and some track pants, a baseball cap covering his curls. He looked relaxed, his hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. Amélie hated how nonchalant he looked in comparison to her.
"Hey," he greeted. "I brough my appetite, as promised."
"Good. I hope you are ready," she joked, stepping out of the way to let him in. He pulled off his shoes, taking in her cozy apartment. He laughed when his eyes landed on the big Québec flag hung behind her couch.
"I'm sure it'll be amazing. I'm looking forward to it, don't worry."
She nodded, though her nerves didn't disappear. She led him into the kitchen where the pie sat waiting. The smell of it filled the small space, warm and sweet.
"Wow, looks good, Am. Guess you weren't kidding about being a good baker."
"It's like you with hockey. My talent," she giggled, blushing as their eyes met.
"I don't know. Your baking skills may be miles ahead of my hockey skills."
"Don't lie. Let's see if it tastes as good as the smell," she grabbed a knife, finally cutting the pie into pieces. She placed a generous slice in front of Luke, taking in how comfortable he looked in the situation. She really admired how easygoing he was compared to her. It was their first date, but his demeanor made it seem like they'd been seeing each other for months. Meanwhile, her heart hadn't stopped racing since she opened the door minutes before.
Luke picked up his fork, flashing her a grin before taking his first bite. His eyes widened and he let out a pleased hum, "Holy shit, this is so good."
"You like it?"
"Are you kidding? This is like the best dessert I've ever had... don't tell my mom I said that. But really, Amélie, you've ruined all other pies for me. Can I take some home to show Jack?"
"Of course! I'm glad you like it. Is my mom's recipe."
"You should probably teach me how to make this, so I don't have to beg you every time I want some."
"I wouldn't mind," she giggled, taking a bite of her own slice. The taste reminded her of home and she suddenly felt a lot less nervous about messing up her English in front of Luke. They continued to eat their pie as they talked, shifting the conversation to more personal topics, wanting to know everything about each other.
Luke told stories about growing up with his brothers, sharing embarrassing moments from their childhoods and the occasional hockey-related mishap. Amélie found herself laughing more than she had since she'd arrived in America, her body filling with warmth.
"And that's how Jack ended up chipping his tooth. Our mom was furious, but Quinn and I thought it was hilarious," Luke explained, shaking his head at the memory.
She laughed, her shoulders shaking. "You and your brother... troublemakers," she teased, resting her chin on her hand as she listened to him talk. God, she could listen to Luke talk for hours. His accent was the cutest thing she'd ever heard and his smile curved up more on one side than the other, almost like a smirk. He was so perfect.
"Yeah, we were. Still are, I guess. But what about you? You got any fun stories about your family?"
"One time my dad, he take us to Montréal for a Habs game. And my older brother he had... he liked one girl he saw. But she was anglophone, no French. He goes up to her and he tries to talk English. But it was soooo bad. Even worse than me. He only knew maybe like three word. I think he said like 'Hey, you pretty, drink?' and she looked at him like he was... insane! He... he panicked and ran away. We bullied him for years after. Our dad, he will still talk about it at dinner sometime."
"That's brutal," Luke laughed. "Glad our first conversation didn't go like that."
"I am just better than him."
Luke shook his head, flashing his lopsided smile that made Amélie swoon. "Clearly. You've got the charm, no doubt about it."
"Maybe a little. But still I get nervous. When you arrive, I think maybe that I would die."
"You hid it well. I didn't even notice. I was the nervous one."
"You? Nervous?" she raised an eyebrow, placing her fork between her lips .
"Yeah, you were... well you are, like the prettiest girl I've ever met," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Didn't want to mess it up."
"Is that a joke? You did not... mess up. I like talking with you."
"I like talking with you too, Amélie"
~~
It was their fourth date and they were back at Amélie's apartment. Luke was sprawled out on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he playfully scrolled through one of Amélie's French-to-English learning apps.
"Come on, give me a word," Luke teased, turning to look at the girl sitting beside him with her legs tucked under her.
"Alright. Alright. Um... try... 'papillon.'"
Luke squinted, trying his hardest to translate it. "Papillon," he reapted slowly. "Uh... sounds like pasta, maybe? Wait, no, wait... um, balloon?"
She let a burst of laughter, learning back against the arm of the couch. "Non! It's butterfly!"
He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in mock anguish. "Butterfly?! That doesn't even sound like butterfly! What?!"
"You are needing more practice," she giggled, comfortly placing a hand on his thigh.
Luke's eyes widened at her touch, but he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, clearly I need a lot more practice. You might have to become my full-time tutor."
Amélie smiled, her fingers lingering on his thigh, sending a warmth through both of them. They'd been spending more and more time together, and things were less awkward, but still full of nervousness. The banter between them was easy, but there was an ever-growing tension gnawing at them both.
Luke reached for a throw pillow next to him, lightly tossing it at her. "Give me another one. I swear I'll get it this time."
She swatted the pillow away, but her focus had moved on from French. The space between them had slowly been shrinking and she had just noticed how close they were. She tilted her head, her eyes flickering up to meet Luke's. "I think... maybe you are better at other things than French."
Luke's grin faltered, his breath catching in his throat at her new tone. He glanced down at her hand still resting on his thigh, then back at her face, then back to her hand again. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like... this."
Before he could question what she meant, she leaned in, her lips brushing his, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, hesitant, but the second their lips connected, everything they'd been holding back snapped into place.
Luke's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened quickly, no longer hesitant, but instead filled with the feelings they'd been dancing around for weeks. Amélie sighed against his mouth, her hands sliding up to his chest, gripping his shirt in his fists. Luke groaned softly, the sound muffled by her lips.
Their kisses turned hungrier, more urgent, as the tension in the room built. Luke shifted, gently pushing Amélie back against the couch as he leaned over her, his body pressing against hers as their kisses grew sloppier. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Luke's hands slid up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as the kiss deepened.
Neither of them wanted to pull away, not wanting to be the first to end the kiss. Luke realized he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He gasped for air before kissing her again, harder this time, his lips moving with more urgency than before. Amélie let out a soft, breathless moan in reponse.
They pulled away again, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. Luke brushed a strand of her hair, that had gotten stuck between them, out of her face. His eyes were still half-closed as he whispered, "I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
Amélie smiled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to fill her lungs with air. She looked up at him, her lips still tingling. "Me too. I... I did not expect it to feel... like that."
"Good or bad?"
"Good," she whispered, her fingers tracing the back of his neck before pulling him in again, her lips finding his once more. There was no hesitation this time, just unfiltered desire as they gave in to the kiss.
~~
"Where you goin'?" Jack asked, pausing his video game as he heard Luke head for the door. He turned around, noticing his brother wearing his Michigan backpack. "And why do you have a backpack?"
"Amélie's place. I'm spending the night."
"Damn, Lukey boy's finally getting laid."
"Shut up, Jack... there's no confirmation that that's what happening. She just asked if I wanted to sleep over."
Jack smirked, leaning back on the couch with a knowing look. "Uh-huh, sure. You don't pack a bag just to sleep over, bro."
Luke rolled his eyes, adjusting the straps of his bag. "It's not like that. We're just hanging out, maybe watching a movie or something."
Jack snorted. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, lover boy. But just in case, be safe."
"It's not like that," Luke groaned, grabbing his keys off the counter, trying to escape Jack's teasing.
"I'm just saying! Good luck, bud!"
Luke mumbled to himself as he stepped into the hallway, heading for the elevator to the parking garage. His heart was racing more than usual, not just because of Jack's teasing but because tonight did feel different. Spending a night together was a big step in their relationship, especially since they weren't officially official yet.
They hadn't even discussed labels yet, and although they were very close, there was an unspoken worry of figuring out where things were heading. Luke really, really liked her, but he didn't want to rush anything. If Amélie wanted to take things slow, then he would take things slow.
He sat in his car, getting ready to leave when his phone buzzed.
Just picked out a movie. Hope you like rom-coms ;)
Only if we watch it in French so I can practice
Deal.
When he pulled up to her building, he practically leaped out of the car, taking his backpack with him. He knocked on her door, his heart in his throat.
Just go with the flow. No pressure
Amélie giggled when she opened the front door, dressed in one of Luke's Devils hoodies and a pair of shorts he couldn't see from under the large sweatshirt.
"Hey. You look cute," he leaned down to kiss her.
"Hey! Missed you."
"It's only been three days," he laughed, allowing her to wrap her arms around his waist, propping her chin on his chest. "You ready for my horrible French?"
"Ready for anything," she giggled as he ran a hand through her hair.
They stood in the doorway for a few moments more, before she grasped his hand and pulled him into the living room. They settled on the couch, a blanket thrown over their entwined legs.
"Am, I've been thinking..." his thumb brushing lightly against her thigh. "I don't want to overthink it anymore than I already have, but... we've been spending lots of time together. And I really like you."
"I like you too, Luke. A lot."
"Good. Because... I want this to be official. I mean, us. I want us to be official. I don't wanna be just 'hanging out' or 'seeing where things go' anymore. I want you to be my girlfriend." His voice softened at the end, his heart out on a silver platter just for her.
"You really want that?" she gushed.
Luke nodded, "Yeah. I want you. I want... us."
"I want that too," she smiled, shuffling impossibly closer to him, pecking his lips.
Luke pulled her back in for a deeper kiss, relief flooding his body. When they pulled apart, Amélie rested her forehead against his, her fingers gripping the front of his hoodie.
"So, it is official?" she whispered.
"Officially official. You're my girlfriend now."
She kissed him again, laughing into his mouth. "Well... now that we have... figured that out. You have French to practice... boyfriend."
"Let's get started then, girlfriend."
~~
"So... when do I get to meet her?" Jack grinned, knocking Luke's shoulder.
"Oh, um, I can ask her."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You can ask her?" he teased. "What, you haven't mentioned me?"
Luke sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have, Jack. I just... didn't think you'd be so excited."
"Dude, of course I'm excited! My little brother has a girlfriend now! And you know I've gotta approve, see if she's good for you. Duh."
"She's not a test subject, Jack. I'm not bringing her so you can interrogate her."
Jack snickered, loving how flustered his brother was getting. "Relax, I'll be nice. In fact, bring her out with us and the guys this weekend. Some of the other girlfriends will be there."
"I can ask her. Just... don't be weird about it. She get's nervous."
"Me? Weird about it? Never. I'm charming."
"That's what I'm worried about."
"Come on, it'll be fun. She'll get to meet everyone, and you know the guys will love her. Plus, if she can survive a night out with us, she's a keeper."
"Look, I'll ask. But I know she's been busy with schoolwork. I'll ask her tonight. But seriously, Jack, don't freak her out. Please."
"Scout's honour, man. I'll be on my best behaviour."
"You're not a-- never mind. I'll let you know what she says."
~~
Luke laid next to Amélie in her bed, his arm draped over her waist. She was scrolling through TikTok, laughing at French words he didn't know yet. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, peeking at the screen where some girl was speaking rapid French while doing her make up.
"Hey, Am."
"Hmm?"
"So... Jack and some of the guys are going out this weekend, and a few of the girlfriends will be there too," he paused, thinking over his next words. "Jack was, uh, wondering when he could meet you. He kind of suggested you come along."
She blinked, "Meet... all of your friends? This weekend?"
"No pressure! If you're too busy with school, I totally get it. I just thought it might be fun. Only if you want to, of course," Luke quickly added.
She bit her lip, thinking it over, and Luke could tell she was weighing her options. "I'm nervous. I would... like to meet Jack. To be... part of your world."
He pulled her body closer to his, pressing more kisses to her shoulder. "You're already part of my world, Am. And trust me, Jack's been bugging me about meeting you since our first date. He's... well, he's Jack. But he means well."
"Okay. I will come. But if Jack, he makes me feel awkward, you owe me a very good dinner."
Luke laughed, "Deal. And don't worry, I'll be there the whole time. Plus, survivng Jack means you can survive anything."
~~
"C'est trÚs cute, non?" Amélie asked, showing her outfit off to Luke.
"You look like a millon bucks, baby," he replied, leaning down to kiss her.
"What?"
"It's... it's a saying."
She tilted her head slightly, repeating the words back to herself. "A million... bucks."
Luke thought her accent made it all the more adorable. "It means you look beautiful. Like super, super beautiful."
"English says, they are so strange. First you tell me it rains cats and dogs... now I look like I am money. You explain me all of these sometimes, yes?"
"Of course, baby. But I mean it, you looks amazing."
"Thanks, Lu. We should go?"
"If we have to," Luke pouted, leaning down to give her another kiss.
~~
Amélie gripped the straps of her purse so tightly that her knuckles were white. She had never felt so nervous in her life, not even on their first date. She had so many people to impress tonight and probably less than half the words they had in their vocabularies.
Luke was quick to notice her anxiety. She usually walked with so much confidence, but her posture was slumped and her lip was held between her teeth. "Hey, you okay?"
She nodded, but her choked voice betrayed her. "I... I don't know if I can do this."
"You'll be fine, Am," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Jack's going to love you, I can promise you that. And it's just a few of the guys--nothing big. And hey, some of them aren't even native English speakers themselves."
Her eyes were still full of uncertainty, her fingers busying themselves by picking at the skin around her nails. "But maybe I will say something wrong. Or they ask me things, and I do not understand them? Or they will all laugh at me."
"You've been doing so well with your English, love. And if you're ever feeling stuck, just squeeze my hand and I'll come to your rescue."
The bar was pretty empty for the most part, just a few tables of friends talking and sharing drinks. In the back corner, Jack was sitting with a few of the other guys and their better halves.
"There they are!" Jack cheered as soon as he saw them approaching, standing up to greet his brother as if he hadn't seen him in weeks. His tone was loud and confident, and Amélie could feel every set of eyes at the table move towards her and Luke.
Luke gave his brother a quick bro-hug before turning to his girlfriend. "Jack, this is Amélie. Am, this is my brother, Jack."
Amélie felt like all the moisture in her mouth had disappeared, her hand gripping Luke's with a vice-like strength. She opened her mouth to speak, but all her words got stuck. "I, uh, I... hi."
"Nice to meet you, Amélie," Jack said. "Luke's told me loads about you."
She gave him a tight lipped smile, her mind scrambling to find a response, but nothing came. She felt like the weight of everyone's expectations were holding her down. She wanted to wow everyone with perfect English, but all she could do was stand there, frozen.
"She, uh, she's a little nervous," Luke interjected. "Amélie's from Québec, she's here in Jersey to learn English. But her French is like the most impressive shit ever."
"No worries. We're just happy you're here," Nico spoke up.
Amélie forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She sat down beside Luke, her hand still gripping his with immense force. The conversation around the table picked back up, but she remained quiet.
The guys were easygoing, laughing and joking with each other, and the other girlfriends seemed just as relaxed. The more they spoke though, the harder it became for her to follow. She could pick up on bits and pieces of what was going on, but she couldn't seem to form a complete sentence in her head.
"So, how do you like Jersey so far?" one of the other girlfriends, Lexi, asked with a warm smile.
"It... it's very different. But I... I like it," she replied, her eyes not leaving Luke's hand in her lap.
"She thinks back home is wayyyy prettier. Right, babe?" Luke helped to direct her.
"Yes. Québec is very beautiful."
"So what brought you here?" Jack asked, desperately wanting to know more about the girl that had stolen his brother's heart. "School?"
She bit her lip, trying her best to think of how to reply in English. "Yes... I.... study at Rutgers. Exchange."
"That's awesome. What're you studying?"
Her mind went completely blank. She'd even rehearsed answering that exact question, but now, with everyone looking at her, the words were gone. Her hand tightened around Luke's again, taking a sip of water to clear her throat.
"She's studying communications and media. But the point of her exchange is to work on her English skills."
"That's sick," Jack nodded along.
The conversation around her continued, a few questions being tossed her way but her responses were usually just a few words, the gaps being filled in by Luke. The group eventually moved on to a story that Nico was telling, and Amélie used the shift of attention to shrink into herself further. She let Luke rest his hand on her bouncing knee in an attempt to calm her nerves, but his touch felt foreign in the situation.
After what felt like hours, but had most likely only been half an hour, she leaned close to Luke, whispering in his ear. "Je vais aux toilettes." She stood up before he could respond, scurrying off to the bathroom.
Jack shot Luke a curious glance, but he just shrugged, trying to mask his own worry.
Amélie slipped into the bathroom, pressing her hands against the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like she was suffocating, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She hated feeling like an outsider, not being able to connect with Luke's world outside of her.
She wiped under her eyes, praying that her mascara didn't run. She didn't want anyone to know she'd been crying in the bathroom. She just wanted to be like the other girls at the table--relaxed and confident, going with the flow of the conversation.
With one last deep breath, she made her way back to the table. Luke looked up at her as she approached. He could tell something was off.
"Everything okay?"
She just nodded, falling back into her silence at the table. She laughed when everyone else laughed, smiling politely when someone made a remark towards her. Luke had never seen her so quiet in his life, not even on the first day that they met. By the time everyone had left the bar, her anxiety was so bad she thought she might puke.
Luke opened the car door for her, and she slid in, staring blankly out the window. The silence between them was heavy. Luke could feel it too, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel.
"Am, what's wrong? You've been quiet all night. You barely said a thing."
The tears that she had been fighting so hard to keep at bay finally spilled out. "I... I feel so stupid. I-I couldn't even talk to them. I couldn't even... act normal."
He reached out, placing a hand on her thigh. His heart clenched at her words. "You're not stupid, Am. You're doing amazing. You're learning a whole new language, that's huge."
"But I had to have you help on everything. I could... not even answer Jack's questions. They normally think... I'm dumb. Not good for you." She wiped at her eyes, frustrated with herself for crying.
"Amélie, baby. No one thinks you're dumb. And you are more than good enough for me--don't you ever doubt that. Jack loved meeting you. Everyone did. I could tell. They don't care if you need some help speaking English. Hell, some of those guys could use the help speaking English."
"I wanted... to be better. To show I can do this. But I feel...lost."
"You don't have to show anyone that you can do anything. Not to me, not to Jack, not to anyone. I love you for--"
"You love me?"
"Of course I do, Am. I... I didn't want to admit it like this. But... I am so in love with you, Amélie."
"I love you too, Luke. Sorry if I... embarrass you tonight."
"You could never embarrass me, Am. Never ever."
"I-"
"Nope, that's enough out of you. Let's go back to yours and watch that stupid cop show you like."
"Mensonges?"
"If that's what it's called, then yes."
"I love you, Lu."
"I love you too, Am."
~~
"I don't know, Jack. She was so nervous last time..."
"But last time there were other people there too. Just tell her you've got the place to yourself for the night and then I'll walk in a couple hours later and be like 'Oh! Sorry, my plans got cancelled.' And then we can all hangout," Jack suggested.
"I'm not going to lie to her. I'll just ask if she wants to spend the night."
"Come on, Rusty! You know I'm just trying to help her relax around me. You're making it sound like a big deal. It's not! She's your girlfriend, and I want to get to know her. Plus, I'll make it fun! I'm good with people."
"I appreciate the thought, Jack. But I want her to feel comfortable, not tricked. So I'll just ask her if she wants to come over and spend the night. No tricks."
"Fine, fine. Let me know what she says."
"I will. Just... don't be an idiot."
~~
Amélie followed Luke into his apartment, her backpack thrown over his shoulder. She looked around, noticing how painfully obvious it was that two men lived there.
"I'm just gonna put your bag in my room. You wanna go make yourself comfortable on the couch?"
"Sure."
She sat down, curling her legs under herself, glancing around the living room. She picked up the remote off the coffee table, fiddling with while she waited for Luke.
"You good?"
"Yeah. Just... taking in. It is very... you."
"What, you mean messy?"
She giggled, then tension in her shoulders disappearing. "Maybe... un peu."
"Hey, it's organized chaos, baby. I know where everything is. Well... most of the time."
"I like it. Feels... comfortable. Like you."
"That's all I want, babe. For you to be comfortable."
"Where's Jack?"
"Probably in his room. Why? Wanna talk with him?"
Amélie quickly shook her head, her eyes widening. "No, no... just wonder. I don't want to... bother him."
"You're not bothering him. He's probably playing video games or doing some stupid shit. He'll come out here eventually."
The last time she'd been around Jack, she hadn't been able to shake her nerves. Tonight, she was determined to make a better impression, even if she still felt like puking.
Luke gently nudged her with his elbow. "Hey, you're good, Am. Jack's chill. You don't have to be nervous."
"I know... just... want him to like me."
"He already likes you," Luke reassured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "He wouldn't shut up about how cool you were after the last time."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I wouldn't lie to you, silly."
"Love you, Lu."
"Love you too," he leaned in to kiss her when footsteps pulled them apart.
"Aww, did I interrupt a moment?" Jack's teasing voice came from the doorway.
"Relax, Jack. We were just talking... about you."
"Oh yeah?" Jack pushed himself off the wall, making his way to the couch. "All good things, I hope."
"Duh," Luke squeezed Amélie's hand, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. "Amélie was just asking what you were up to."
"Probably nothing interesting compared to you lovebirds. Was talking to Trevor--can't let Luke get ahead of me in the whole having a life department."
She tried to think of a quick response to his joke, but came up with nothing she deemed funny enough.
"Luke tells me you like studying here cause it's different. How so?"
"Um, everything... is feeling bigger here. The city, the campus. And obviously... English. There is like... zero English in my town. We use some words... but not lots."
"Well, seems like you're doing great. Don't stress it. Plus you've got this guy," he gestured to Luke, "to help you out, right?"
She blushed, "Yes, Lu is... super."
Luke grinned, leaning in and whispering, "Told you he likes you."
~~
"I don't know how I'm gonna survive without you, Am," Luke admitted, wiping the tears from his face. His usually calm, relaxed demeanor was gone, replaced with a raw vulnerability.
Amélie had told herself she wasn't going to cry, but seeing Luke cry made that impossible. Her tears had started as soon as his had. "You will, Lu. You are so strong. And... I will not be gone forever."
He shook his head, intertwining their fingers. "I know, but... shit's gonna feel so different without you here. I'm used to having you here all the time. And now I won't see you until summer. I don't know how to do that."
"You'll have Jack, the guys, your family. I'm just... a plane away. We will FaceTime, and before you know... I am back. And I will meet Quinn... and your parents."
Luke rested his head in her lap, letting her run her fingers through his hair. She could feel his tears soaking the fabric of her jeans. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much, Am."
"I'll miss you too, Lu. So, so much."
They stayed like that for a long time, just wrapped in each other's embraces. Neither of them wanted to let go. Neither of them wanted to admit how hard the next few months would be. They just wanted to stay together... forever.
~~
Amélie was sitting at her desk, her phone propped up against her water bottle as Luke's face filled the screen. His hair was a mess and his eyes drooping. She could tell he had just gotten home from practice.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted.
"Hey, you," she replied, resting her chin on her hand. "How was practice?"
"Exhausting," he groaned. "But seeing your face makes it better."
Amélie blushed, biting her lip as she smiled. Before she could respond, she heard her brothers' voices coming from down the hall.
"Ah, c'est qui, Amélie?" (who is it, Amélie?)
"Son chum?" the other laughed. (her boyfriend?)
"Ahhh, mais Luke, t'es ben chix." (Ahhh, but Luke, you're so hot.)
"Ferme ta gueule!" Amélie shouted. (Shut your mouth!)
Luke burst out laughing at the look on his girlfriend's face. "What're they saying?"
She huffed, rolling her eyes. "They're being idiots. Teasing me about you."
"Teasing, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What did they say? Come on, tell me."
She sighed, getting closer to the camera with a small smirk. "They said you're... how would that translate.... that you're 'hot.'"
"Oh, did they know? You must have good pictures of me hanging up then, huh?"
"They're just being annoying. They think it's funny to tease me because I love an American."
"Well, tell them I appreciate the compliment. And tell them I say 'hi'," he teased.
Amélie shook her head but shouted, "Luke dit bonjour!"
From the hallway, her brothers responded with exaggerated greetings in their broken English, making the couple laugh.
"They're something else, huh? I can't wait to meet them one day."
"They'll probably want you to ask Cole for free Habs tickets. But... in a few weeks, I'll be back and I'll get to meet all of your family."
Luke's eye lit up at the thought. "I know! I've been counting down the days, baby. I can't wait for you to be here again!"
"Me neither. Excited to meet Quinn and your parents."
"Yeah, my mom's super excited to meet you!"
"I'm a little nervous though."
"Don't be! They are gonna love you so much, Am!"
"I love you, Lu."
"I love you more, Amélie. Only a few more weeks, then we'll be together again. I can't wait."
"You promise?"
"I promise. And I'm gonna spoil you so much. Just you, me, and the lake."
"Can't wait."
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