#like there was a part two of the question asking 'what parts do u check if they're made of goo... list a few'
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#z rambles#i just deleted two wall of texts talking shit about tmr course exam and the fuck ass teachwr#its so bleak đ„°#damned if u do damned if u dont type scenario eith this damn teacher its so crauzy#today was funny tho he was supervising todays exam and when he tried to make small talk everyone just stare at him#and no one said anything. WE DO NOT LIKE HIMMM#i mean why tf wouldnt we when he failed half the class during our midterm and gave all of us 60/100 for our oresentation#and one team even got 40#i still remwmbwr this cuz the audacity he has is insane#he explained to that team what to do and they did the way he wanted and changed a wording anf he said they got it all wrong#mind u? it didnt change the menaing at all like everything is all there and he undermined their effort entirely anf everyones ofc#another one is when he was like ouuu disappointed we failed our midterm and proceed to explain that we answer the question wrong#by focusing on the wrong thing. anf then he explained what to focus on in the wuestions and the part he wqnted was#not in the question. itw invisible. it is not there. he want us to answer shit that wasnt asked#great just. 10/10 all around this course#even worse if we fail this course? we csnt fucking gj to our next year cys its essential#babe how r we passing if he keeps failing us whatđŠ§#its even crazier considering the midterm that half of us failed we answered exactly as he wanted when we were doing questions with our team#and EVEN CRAZIER me and my friend were checking our answers anr check in with someone who passed#and we wrote the same fucking reasoning and he decided ours wasnt good enough âș#im tired man how tf can any damn score pull us this time when he faiked our midterm and our quiz and our project score is low as shit#its so fucking bleak#girl we dont even know what to review cuz he didnt say anything lmao#neat đ#rant#IM GOING TIRED ââ#not crazy cuz the wall of text swrves that purpose alrrady i need to sleep
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help my fucked up year and a half helped my friend on her med school final, iâm sorta mortified??? she texted me like âi got a YOU question!!!!â mortified
#personal#she had a q on her exam that was like 'pt walks in and has multiple mushy parts of them and weirdly long fingers to their wrists what to u#refer them out for' and she was like..... HEY THAT'S MY FRIEND!!!!#like there was a part two of the question asking 'what parts do u check if they're made of goo... list a few'#so she just listed my gooey parts... joints muscle tension heart LMAOOOooOOOOoO#ACTUALLY she's got a med school horror story bc she's got a strange chronic genetic issue too........... (totally different system but had v#similar services as a kid as mine which is actually how we became friends in college lol)#and one of her profs was like 'ooooo i've never met one of YOU guys before'#(also was probably mortifying for her)#like mortifying in the [rheum shows me to the few nurses in the office the day i went in to have them listen to my click murmur and#demonstrate textbook shoulder instability] level mortifying except her prof was like... EXPLAIN UR THING TO UR CLASS#probably sucked ass for her LMAO
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lover of mine
drew starkey x actress!reader au
â in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friendâs wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.
warnings: cute silly little gesture from drewseph đ progress progress
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authors note: this is just part 2 of day 2 so iâll incorporate the movie night in the next part fs. let me know if u still want to be added to the tag list through replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3
youâre awoken by the light coming in through the blinds. itâs subtle, but itâs there. it bothers you and causes you to stir awake.
you can hear drew snoringâa habit you know all too well, but you ignore it. your eyes flutter open as you look around the room, then you look at him.
heâs dead asleep, but heâs on his stomach, his face parallel to yours. his mouth is a little open and one of his arms is underneath his pillow, hoisting him slightly higher, while his other is reaching toward your side of the bed.
you yawn as you twist your body and grab your phone off the nightstand, then check the time. itâs already noon. the others must be up and awake by now.
you drop your phone on your lap and use that hand to shake drew awake gently, but when he doesnât wake up the first time is when you get a little rougher.
âstar,â you tell him, in hopes that he gets up at least now or soon. you donât want either of you to miss any of the plans going on that day. âwake up, come on,â you say, and drewâs eyes open once before he closes them again, and his legs move underneath the blanket slowly. heâs waking up.
âmmh,â he moans, and because his eyes are closed you know that heâs trying to fall back asleep. you retract your arm and get up from the bed. you figure heâll wake up anyway, he knows he has to.
you walk over to the door and open it, then peek your head out into the hall. you look around for anyone, but all you find is theo walking upstairs to his and leilaâs room with two plates of food.
âhey,â you say, then pause to clear your throat. youâve already caught theoâs attention. âwhat are we doing today?â
theo shakes his head, his mouth full of his piece of toast. ânot today,â his words are difficult to understand so he drops the piece of toast on one of the plates. âtonight. leila has this checklist thatâs guiding our everyday, and she said sheâs been wanting to just stay in one night, relax, watch some movies. itâs gonna be chill, but itâs only that.â
you nod, patting the doorframe twice. âthank you,â you say, then pull back into your room as you add, âand good morning!â
ââmorning,â theo says, and you close the door gently.
when you turn around you see that drewâs awake. or at least heâs changed positions. heâs lying on his side now, facing you again. you watch him as you return to your side of the bed. he has to flip onto his other side again when you even leave his sight.
âfree day until movie night tonight. leilaâs orders,â you say, and thereâs a small smile on his face before he rubs his eyes with his palm. you look around the bed for your phone with a frown, âcould sleep in âtil tonight if we wanted to.â
âwe?â he asks, and itâs like heâs caught you already suggesting plans for the both of you.
âif i . . . wanted to,â you correct yourself, then pause for a moment while you rub the back of your neck, looking away. âlibby did say she could help me with some audition tapes today though.â
drew groans, stuffing his head back into his pillow. âwhy are you working during the two weeks weâre supposed to do anything but that?â he whines, as if youâre dragging him along to do it too.
you shrug, âsome people are expected to book their next role as soon as possible. now that tempest is over, i want to start working on my next big thing.â
âtempest was the next big thing, you won an mtv award for it,â drew reminds you.
you think back to your tv series that had went on for six years, a good chunk of your life, before it ended just recently with its final season. tempest is the reason why you met drew in the first placeâhe shared his praise for your lead role at one of his movie premieres years and years ago.
you shake your head at him. âokay,â you say, deciding to get up and out of bed.
âwhere are you going?â
âiâm not gonna work but iâm not just gonna lay around in bed all day,â you tell him, and you leave the room to freshen up in the bathroom.
you hear a few footsteps that descend the staircase and you canât help but peer over your shoulder to see who it is. itâs oscar. youâre seated at the kitchen island, and heâs just minding his own business as he retrieves something from his backpack it seems like, then he looks to you.
heâs kind. thereâs a genuine smile on his face as he nods his head at you. âgood morning,â he says.
he turns to leave and you try to return it, âgood morning.â you clear your throat as you continue to watch him head upstairs. from there, you can see someone walking across the hall, just from their feet.
you can recognize his patterned socks. itâs drew.
âhey!â leilaâs voice is a jumpscare and you canât help but react quickly, facing forward like youâre a child getting caught stealing candy. leila laughs when she realizes she scared you. âsorry . . . i thought you heard me come in. are you ready?â
youâre dressed to go out to town, as leila said earlier that she wanted to visit the local market nearby. you nod your head at her and shuffle off of the chair.
âwhoâs driving?â drew asks as he jogs down the stairs and pulls his crewneck over his head. you barely cast a glance at his body before you look into his eyes, and he walks over. âam i?â
âyesââ leila tries to say before you cut in.
âyouâre coming with us?â you ask. you donât necessarily have a problem with it, itâs just why was it kept from you?
âproblem?â
âi donât know. is there one?â you furrow your eyebrows at him and tilt your head to the side, but you realize the way youâre talking to him.
he squints his eyes at you in question, then glances up at leila. heâs not sure whether you're teasing him or not, but he lets out a short, awkward laugh. âokay, letâs not get dramatic,â he says lightly.
leila, sensing the unease, smiles as she steps in. âi figured we could all go together! itâs a trio outing now! plus, you two are joined at the hip anyway.â she says it like it's the most natural thing, blissfully unaware of how the statement lands between you and drew.
you swallow the discomfort and force a smile as you get off the chair, grabbing your bag. drewâs eyes linger on you for a moment before he turns and follows you both out the door.
âcareful,â he warns you about your blatant attitude.
you know heâs right, and you mutter out, âsorry.â
the car hums as youâre driven down to the beach market, then get out to enter. itâs not a huge deal being seen out in public togetherâyouâve done this before. but of course itâs different now. thereâs something strange about holding drewâs hand when you know, deep down, itâs all for show. but you don't pull away.
when you reach the town, you spot a few people recognizing youâactors always catch eyes, even in quieter towns like this one. drew stays close, his hand still gripping yours, a comfortable smile playing on his lips as the three of you wander around.
a couple of fans approach you, their faces lighting up at the sight of you and drew together. âoh my god, i loved you two in hellraiser! this feels like a dream," one of them gushes, and for a split second, you feel drewâs hand squeeze yours tighter.
you try to play it off, laughing softly as you and him pose for a quick picture with the younger girl.
after, drew steps beside you, leaning forward with his hands behind his back as a few record him. âweâre glad you enjoyed it,â he says, flashing his grin. you feel a familiar flutter in your stomach, a reminder of all those moments you used to share during press events like this.
another girl beams, and what seems like her mother is standing there with her, âyou look even prettier in person! can we take another photo?â
âof course!â you laugh, and you part from drew to tend to the few of them.
drew is just standing a few feet away, his gaze locked on you. his expression is unreadableâsomething between admiration and something deeper, something heavier.
leila catches onto his lingering stare, and she approaches him with a smirk, nudging his arm. âyouâre staring,â she teases, her tone light. drew blinks and breaks his gaze, glancing down at leila like heâs been caught.
âwas not,â he mutters. his eyes flick back to you for a second, but he quickly looks away again.
leilaâs inspecting a few trinkets before glancing back at him, a knowing look on her face. âyouâre a terrible liar, you know,â she says. âyouâre staring, and donât think i didnât notice at the firepit either.â
drew shifts uncomfortably, trying to find a way to defend himself. âokay, well yeah, because sheâs my girlfriend!â he says a little too loud, and even you look up at him and furrow your eyebrows before returning to what youâre doing.
âokay, iâm joking. god, please lighten up. you can stare at your girlfriend all you want. who cares?â she says, waving a hand dismissively. âis everything good with you two?â
drew hesitates, glancing over at you as you smile politely at another fan. âyeah, everythingâs fine,â he says, the words coming out too quickly. âwhy wouldnât it be?â
leila narrows her eyes, watching him closely. âi donât know, youâre acting a little . . . weird. normally, youâre more laid-back when sheâs off and doing stuff on her own. but lately, youâve been all . . . protective. intense, even.â she pauses, studying his face. âis something going on?â
he rubs the back of his neck. âno, weâre good. weâre good.â
leila hums, her fingers tracing one of the bracelets on a stall table. âyou know, i talked to y/n last night,â she says carefully, her voice soft. âshe said you guys have been stressed with work lately, but that everythingâs good between you. still . . . i donât know, something feels off. you both seem a little . . . distant.â she gives him a gentle nudge. âiâm not trying to pry, but i just want to make sure youâre okay. i already asked her, so now iâm asking you.â
drew stiffens slightly, but forces a small laugh, trying to brush it off. âyeah, work has been a lot lately. itâs probably just thatâstress, you know? juggling schedules, auditions, appearances . . . itâs hard to get time for ourselves.â
âi get that. trust me, theo and i have been there too with our careers. it can get messy, but...â she trails off, giving him a sincere look. âyou and y/n have always had something really special. and i know itâs not my business, but if somethingâs really bothering youâor herâyou guys should talk it out. donât let it fester.â
he shifts on his feet, the words striking closer than heâd like. he nods, though, appreciating her concern. âyeah, youâre right. i know we need to talk more, make time for that.â
leila smiles, âgood. iâm here for both of you, okay? if you need to blow off steam or talk, donât hesitate. i can tell thereâs more going on than just âwork stress,â but i trust youâll figure it out.â
drew forces a grin, trying to play it cool. âthanks, lei. weâll be fine.â
leila holds his gaze for a moment longer, then nods as she steps back toward the vendor. âyou better be. you guys are a strong power couple around here,â she jokes lightly.
as she glances over drewâs shoulder, her gaze settles on a nearby flower shop across the street. she doesnât say anything, but her eyes linger, then shift back to him. thereâs a soft smile playing on her lips, and she raises her brows in a silent suggestion.
he follows her line of sight, his eyes landing on the shop. it takes him a second, but he gets it. leila doesnât need to say the words. he knows exactly what sheâs trying to tell him.
âreally?â he asks, dropping his smile. âyouâre playing wingman?â
âwingwoman, but you know.â she gives a small, almost teasing shrug. âi mean, theyâre her favorite, right? might not fix everything, but itâs a start. little things, drew.â
his eyes flick back to the shop, an old habit of buying you flowers bubbling up in his chest. âyeah, she always liked those kinds of flowers,â he murmurs, half to himself.
he nods, muttering a quiet âthanksâ under his breath, as leila gives him a knowing smile before turning back to browse a nearby stall.
drew makes his way over to the flower shop, eyes scanning for your favorite blooms. the vendor helps him put together a simple yet thoughtful bouquet, and drew can't help but feel anxious but hopeful.
a few minutes later, he looks for you amongst everyone. youâve already found leila, as you two inspect something on a stand just a few stalls down. you must not have seen drew when he was handling the flowers.
he makes his way over, and his presence is warm behind you that causes you to peer over your shoulder. youâre startled when you realize thereâs actually someone there, and heâs so close. you immediately notice the flowers.
your eyebrows lift in amusement as he grins. âoh, whatâs this?â you ask, your tone teasing, though there's a flicker of surprise behind your eyes.
drew holds the bouquet out, his voice soft. âfor you,â he says. âmaybe to make the day a little better.â
you look at the flowers, hesitating for a second before taking them. thereâs a small warmth in your chest that you try to suppress, but it shows in the way your lips twitch upward into a faint smile. âthank you,â you say quietly, studying the flowers briefly before your gaze shifts back to him.
you canât help but wrap your open arm around his neck and pull him close. his gesture is sweet and unexpected. drewâs arms finds your waist before heâs hugging you back, even tighter, but trying to be polite with how long he squeezes you.
you feel bold, and you lean away from him before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. itâs brief, almost hesitant, but enough to make drewâs breath get caught in his throat for a second.
as you pull away, you notice his glance toward leila, who's standing just a few feet away, pretending to be deeply engrossed in whatever she's holding. but she canât hide the small wink she throws his way when he meets her gaze, a playful, silent âyou're welcomeâ before she turns back around.
you catch it at the very last second and your mouth gapes open, so you take a step back. âare you two conspiring now?â you ask, in fake shock.
he chuckles softly. âjust trying to be a good boyfriend.â
âmhm,â you murmur, but your smile lingers, and you look up at him to mumble a small âthank youâ again, to which he waves it off like itâs nothing. even though you're hesitant, you can't deny that the gesture workedâat least a little.
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Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou Iâm not sure if u do character x yn x character tho
Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff
Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!
Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats
Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea
[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]
Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.
"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.
"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."
"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"
The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.
"I see. That's good."
"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."
"That's good."
Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.
"You okay?"
Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.
They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.
The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldnât care less. Heâs always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.
The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.
***
You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. Itâs the first time heâs come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to âinterrogateâ some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. Heâd completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.
It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.
âSorry, I hope Iâm not-â
You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitouâs hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the strangerâs chest heaved in short convulsions.
â-intruding.â You mumbled, regaining your speech.
He messed up, didnât he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He canât blame you if youâre now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and youâve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? âHey, I know I threatened to chop you up and youâve now witnessed firsthand Iâm a legit murderer, but, uhâŠI have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?â
Youâre terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. Itâs not that you relished in the torment of another. Itâs the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitouâs imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. Youâre scared of your shamelessness. It canât be normal. Yet you canât stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.
âIâll be on my way thenâ, the yakuza announces politely.
Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize youâve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.
To hell with it.
âI might say something terribly inappropriate right now, butâŠâ
âSorry?â He stares at you, dumbfounded.
âDo you have anything planned after this?â You ask quietly.
âN-no?â
âWould you mind staying over?â
âHuh? SureâŠw-what for?â His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.
âYou knowâŠâ Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.
He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.
âYouâll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). Iâm not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.â
Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.
âWhat wrong idea?â
Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.
âWell, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.â He reveals with a stutter.
âSuppose Iâd be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?â You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.
The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. Itâs yearning. Your knees weaken.
âDonât tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.â
You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.
âIâm dead serious.â
He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.
âAre you? Thereâs no going back after this. Can you handle it?â His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.
Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you donât notice the movement back towards the seating area.
As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that youâre kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.
âG-go on, please.â You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. âI really canât wait anymore.â
âAs you wish, Miss.â He reassures you with a grin.
He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You donât have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.
âLook at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.â He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. âDoes that mean I can be as rough as I want?â
You nod erratically.
The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.
âHey, donât pass out now.â He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. âNot before you show me that you understand your situation. Youâre mine. Is that clear?â
He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.
âAttagirl.â He concludes, satisfied.
In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes youâre no longer asleep.
âAre you okay? Iâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me.â He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. âI hope I didnât hurt you.â
âI will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise Iâm fine.â
He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You canât help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. Itâs a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.
Although itâs no secret, really. Itâs you.
***
âThanks for driving me home, Kazuya.â
You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.
âHuh?â You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. âItâs still locked.â
The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasnât even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.
Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Familyâs honor, his freedom. Women arenât exactly on that list, yet somehow, youâve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and heâs realizing it just now. Itâs becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the thingsâŠHeâd give Daitou the world. But not you. He canât. He canât.
âKazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.â
âSay, (Y/N) âŠever fucked in a car before?â
âWhat?â You ask, baffled.
âCome here for a moment.â He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.
âAre you out of your mind?â
He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.
âIâm only going to ask once.â
You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.
âSomeoneâs in a sour mood, thatâs for sureâ, you complain. âItâs not even loaded.â
âEven Iâm not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.â He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. âI thought itâd be more threatening that way.â
He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.
âCan you truly blame me when thereâs such a pretty girl right before my eyes?â The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. âWonât you let me prove myself?â
From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. Itâs not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and youâre presently his victim.
His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.
âMay I?â He glances up at you with a pleading expression. âI wonât be able to hold back afterwards.â
You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you canât currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.
âGo ahead.â You finally confess.
He doesnât hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.
One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.
âMy, youâre already dripping. How lewd.â He whispers between breaths. âDo you want it now?â
He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.
âWell then, canât forget our manners, can we?â He announces, visibly excited. âWhat should I do?â
You glare at him, feverish.
âStop teasing me.â
âCome on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.â
Why, thisâŠYou lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.
âIsnât it obvious? I want you to fuck me.â
Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.
âOh, Iâve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).â He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. âNow say that youâre mine. Please. Please say it.â
âIâmâŠahâŠIâm all yours, Kazuya.â You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.
âThatâs my girl. Such a good girl.â
Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Canât leave a lady all disheveled, after all.
âWonât Daitou be upset?â You point out, somewhat anxiously.
His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.
âThatâs one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another manâs name.â
âIâm justâŠâ your words trail off.
âWhat? Worried? You think I canât handle it or something?â
Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, youâre rather certain theyâd end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.
âI donât want either of you to get hurt.â
He sighs loudly.
âIâll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, Iâd probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. ButâŠjust because itâs Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.â
Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.
âArenât you glad Iâm such a diplomat, Love?â
âMore like batshit crazy, both of you.â You retort, stretching.
#yandere yakuza#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#male yandere x reader#yakuza x reader#mafia x reader#yandere mafia#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere smut#yandere fic#male yandere#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#oc x reader#yandere original character#original work#smut
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SEE YOUR MAN IS A MAN BUT HE AIN'T ME / SEE THAT * CAN'T BE WHAT HE CAN'T BE ââ BUECKERSâ”
how you can help palestine part one part three
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i got a couple requests for a prequel for my paige fic, so here it is!! â
"queen u should do like a prequel to ur paige fic where u show what happened when the mc and bf was on break. ur writing is amazing btw đđ" /// "hey girlie, could u do a part two to the paige fic but like itâs sorta a prequel? like what happens when the reader and her bf were on a break. ur an amazing writer, thank u for ur service đ«Ą"
 â ââ â warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering, oral (r receiving), more cheating, mentions of alcohol, ugly ass bf (ewww)
 â ââ â word count ;; 4.7k
 â ââ â rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p
"that's what i fucking said!" you shouted into the phone, frustration evident in your voice.
you glanced at your nails, trying to keep your temper in check as your boyfriend's rant continued on the other end of the line. his shouting about god knows what was getting on your nerves, especially since you were at paige's place, getting ready for a party.
paige leaned against the doorframe, her eyes full of concern as she watched you. she could hear your boyfriend's muffled yelling from across the room and raised an eyebrow in silent question.
you sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. "look, i can't do this right now. i'm at p's right now, and we're about to head out. we'll talk later," you said, trying to end the call.
"don't hang up on me!" your boyfriend snapped, his voice loud enough that even paige could make out his words. she frowned, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to you.
"my god, this shit is exhausting!" you said, exasperation coloring your tone. "we're on break, okay? this is the exact reason why we are on the break in the first place, i'm tired of you!"
paoge reached out and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. she mouthed, "hang up," and you nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for her support.
"bye, i'll talk to you later." you said firmly, ending the call despite your boyfriend's protests. you dropped your phone onto the bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger bubbling inside you.
paige stepped closer, her hands gently cupping your face. "you okay?" she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.
you nodded, though your frustration was still evident. "yeah, just... sick of his shit. he's always yelling about something."
paige's thumbs brushed lightly against your cheeks. "you don't have to put up with that, you know."
"i know," you sighed, leaning into her touch. "it's just... complicated."
paige gave you a small, understanding smile. "it doesn't have to be."
you looked at her, searching for comfort in her steady gaze. "let's just get ready for the party, needa forget about him for a while."
paige nodded, her smile widening. "sounds like a plan."
you both continued getting ready, the atmosphere lightening as paige started making jokes and playfully teasing you. she helped you pick out an outfit, her eyes lingering on you with a mix of admiration and something else you couldn't quite place.
"if he saw me wear this, i swear he'd lose his shit," you laughed as you eyed yourself through the reflection.
paige rolled her eyes. "you know this is a free country right? he's just an insecure fuck."
you laughed as you glanced at the blonde, you could see her gaze lingering on your ass for a little longer than a friend should have. you felt your cheeks heat up as you licked your lips, choosing to ignore it. paige had always admired you; she's never hid the fact she thought you were hot from you.
"you're just saying that 'cause you have better taste," you teased, adjusting the hem of your shirt.
Paige smirked, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "damn right i do. and you look amazing."
your blush deepened, but you tried to play it off with a laugh. "thanks, p. you always know how to make me feel good."
"that's what i'm here for," she replied with a wink.
the sound of your phone buzzing interrupted the moment. you glanced at the screen, seeing a long text from your boyfriend. you sighed, feeling the weight of his constant questioning pressing down on you.
"let me guess," paige said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "nother 'concerned' message from mr. clingy?"
"yep," you replied, tossing your phone onto the bed. "it's like he can't let me breathe."
paige grabbed your phone, skimming through the text before scoffing. her expression was amused as she met your gaze before you both burst out in laughter. "fuck," she just swiped the message from your notification center before glancing up at you.
as you finished getting ready, you could feel the excitement building. the prospect of a night out with paige and your girls was exactly what you needed to escape the stress and tension. paige handed you a pair of heels, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"these will complete the look," she said, helping you slip them on.
you stood up, wobbling slightly on the unfamiliar height. paige steadied you, her hands warm and reassuring on your waist. "careful there, cinderella."
you laughed, feeling a genuine happiness that had been missing for a while. "thanks, prince charming."
she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "anytime, princess."
with one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and headed out the door, paige by your side. the drive to the party was filled with laughter and easy conversation, a stark contrast to the earlier argument with your boyfriend. by the time you arrived, you felt lighter, more carefree.
the party was in full swing when you walked in. music pulsed through the air, and people filled every corner of the house. paige stayed close to you, her presence a comforting anchor in the chaos. you spotted your girls in the crowd and waved, making your way over to them.
"finally!" aaliyah exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "we thought you were never gonna get here."
"sorry," you said with a laugh, returning the hug. "had some... complications."
nika raised an eyebrow, glancing at paige. "complications, huh? everything okay?"
"yeah," paige answered for you, her hand resting lightly on your back. "just some boyfriend drama. but we're here to have fun, right?"
"right!" aubrey agreed, handing you a drink. "let's forget about the drama and enjoy the night."
as the night went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more. paige stayed by your side, her playful banter and easy confidence helping you forget about your earlier argument. at one point, you caught her looking at you with a soft smile, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest.
"thanks for being here," you said quietly, leaning in so she could hear you over the music.
"always," paige replied, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.
you felt a rush of gratitude and something deeper, something that made your heartbeat a little faster. for the first time in a while, you felt truly happy, surrounded by friends and free from the weight of your boyfriend's constant demands.
as the party continued, someone suggested doing body shots. the idea was met with enthusiastic cheers, and before you knew it, you were being pulled towards the center of the room. paige's eyes lit up with excitement as she nudged you playfully.
"come on, it'll be fun!" she said, her grin infectious.
you laughed, feeling a mix of nervousness and thrill. "okay, okay! who's going first?"
aubrey handed you a shot glass filled with tequila and a slice of lime. "why don't you start, and paige can go next?"
you glanced at paige, who winked at you. "let's do it."
you lay down on the makeshift bar setup, feeling the cool surface against your back. the room erupted in cheers and whistles as Paige leaned over you, her eyes locked onto yours. she sprinkled salt on your stomach, her touch sending shivers down your spine.
"ready?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
"yeah," you replied quietly, your heart racing.
paige licked the salt off your skin, her tongue warm and soft against your flesh. she quickly took the shot, her eyes never leaving yours, and then bit into the lime that had been in your mouth.
"your turn, princess," paige said, her voice a little breathless as she helped you up.
you switched places, your hands trembling slightly as you poured the tequila and placed the lime slice in her mouth. paige lay back, her eyes watching you intently. you sprinkled the salt on her stomach, your fingers brushing against her skin, and felt the tension between you intensify.
"go for it," paige encouraged, her eyes dark with anticipation.
you leaned down, licking the salt from her skin, the taste mingling with the warmth of her body. you took the shot quickly, the burn of the alcohol mixing with the rush of adrenaline. as you bit into the lime, you looked into paige's eyes and saw the same heat and desire mirrored there.
the room around you seemed to fade away as you finished the shot, your focus entirely on paige. she sat up slowly, her face inches from yours, and you could feel her breath on your lips.
"that was hot," paige breathed out with a chuckle.
you licked your lips as her eyes kept glancing to your lips, a smirk evident on hers. the moment was charged with unspoken tension, the air thick with possibilities. for a second, you thought paige might lean in and kiss you, but the spell was broken by the sound of laughter and cheers from your friends.
"who's next?" aubrey called out, oblivious to the moment you and paige had just shared.
you stepped back, your heart still pounding, and forced a smile. "yeah, yeah."
paige's hands found your hips as she led you away from the crowd, her touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. she followed you, your mind racing and your body still tingling from the shared intimacy of the body shots. the party's noise and energy seemed to blur into the background as you both made your way to a quieter corner of the room.
"that was fun," paige said, her voice low as she glanced back at you.
you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "yeah, it was."
paige's eyes softened, and she gave you a small, reassuring smile. "you okay?"
"yeah," you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. "haven't done body shots in a while," you forced out a chuckle as paige kept her eyes glued on you.
paige chuckled, her thumb brushing against your side. "yeah well maybe we needa do more, huh?"
you laughed as you nodded, paige joining in a few moments after. the two of you stood there for a moment, the party continuing around you but feeling distant and detached.
the party continued and you found yourself drinking a little more than you should have. the buzz of alcohol dulled the edges of your anxiety, making everything feel softer and more manageable. paige stayed close by, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos of the party.
you felt lighter, freer, and more attuned to the warmth of the people around you. you stole glances at Paige, noticing the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed and how her smile seemed to light up the room.
someone suggested playing another round of truth or dare, and the group eagerly agreed. you and Paige found yourselves back in the circle, this time sitting even closer, your legs brushing against each other. the game began again, and the dares grew bolder and the truths more revealing â you didn't expect anything less of college aged people.
when it was your turn, you hesitated for a moment before choosing "dare." you were feeling bold, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence.
"i dare you to go into the closet with p for seven minutes in heaven," they declared, their eyes dancing with excitement.
the room erupted in cheers and laughter, and you felt your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. you glanced at paige, who raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"well, shall we?" paige asked, extending a hand to help you up.
you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you took her hand. the group continued to cheer and tease as you and paige made your way to the closet. once inside, paige closed the door behind you, and the noise from the party was muffled, leaving you in a small, dimly lit space with her.
the air between you was charged with tension, and you could feel your pulse quicken. paige leaned against the door, her eyes locked onto yours.
"guess we have seven minutes," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
you swallowed hard, your mind racing. "yeah, seven minutes."
paige took a step closer, her gaze intense. "what do you want to do with those seven minutes?"
you laughed, shaking your head. "you're such a horny fuck, paige."
"me? never," she laughed but her eyes didn't leave your face. "you're just really hot, i mean... look at what you're wearin' princess, i can't help it."
it seemed the alcohol had also given paige a boost of confidence, making her bolder than usual. she took another step closer, her body inches from yours, the heat between you palpable.
"really gonna blame it on what i'm wearing?" you teased. "pretty sure you've been looking at me like this all night."
paige's smile turned mischievous. "maybe i have. what are you gonna do about it?"
your breath hitched at her words, the challenge in her eyes making your pulse race even faster. you felt a surge of bravery, fueled by the tension and the alcohol in your system. stepping closer, you reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers lingering on her cheek.
"i think i'll do this," you murmured, leaning in and closing the gap between you.
your lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the world outside the closet fading away. paige responded eagerly, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of heat spread through your body, the intensity of the moment consuming you both.
paige's hands roamed over your back, her touch sending shivers down your spine. you lost yourself in the sensation, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pressed your body against hers. the kiss became more urgent, a release of all the unspoken feelings that had been building between you for what felt like forever.
breaking the kiss for a moment, paige's forehead rested against yours, her breath warm on your lips. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
"wonder how your little boyfriend would feel about this, huh, princess?" she teased as you rolled your eyes.
"shut up," you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
you captured her lips again, silencing her teasing with another passionate kiss. paige's hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together in the small closet.
the intensity between you was electric, each touch, each kiss fueling the fire that had been smoldering for so long. you could feel paige's heart beating against yours, the rhythm matching the wild pace of your own. her hands slid down to your hips, her fingers gripping you firmly, grounding you in the moment.
she pushed you against the table that was set behind you, a groan leaving her lips as she did so. the edge of the table pressed into your back, but the discomfort was overshadowed by the intensity of paige's kiss. her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate need.
you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, the heat between you building with each passing second. paige's hands roamed over your body, her touch both gentle and demanding. she trailed kisses down your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in her wake.
"paige," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers tangling in her hair.
she lifted her head, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you. "wanted this for so long," she confessed, her voice husky and filled with longing.
"me too," you admitted, your heart racing. "i've tried to ignore it, but i can't anymore."
paige's lips curved into a small smile, her hands sliding under your shirt, her fingers brushing against your bare skin. "then don't," she murmured, her lips finding yours again in a searing kiss.
as the kiss intensified, paige's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. her eyes roamed over your exposed skin, her gaze filled with admiration and desire. she leaned in, pressing kisses along your collarbone, her hands exploring every inch of you.
you arched into her touch, your breath hitching as she trailed her fingers down your sides, leaving a path of tingling sensations. paige's lips found your ear, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you laughed softly, your hands sliding down her back. "good," you replied, your voice laced with a mix of teasing and sincerity.
paige's hands moved to your waist, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. "can i?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and hesitation.
you nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "yes."
with a swift motion, paige unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs. her hands caressed your thighs, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. she looked up at you, her eyes filled with an intense longing that mirrored your own.
"need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
you cupped her face in your hands, pulling her in for another kiss. "'m yours," you replied, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.
paige's eyes darkened with desire, her hands moving to your underwear, sliding them down with a slow, deliberate motion. she kissed her way down your body, her lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved lower and lower. the sensation was overwhelming, your body trembling with anticipation.
she quickly straightened up, lifting you up into the table easily. her hands found your hips, and she pulled you forward, your bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace. you could feel the heat radiating from her as her lips traveled back up your body, tracing a path of desire that left you breathless.
when her mouth found yours again, the kiss was hungry and desperate, a reflection of the emotions that had been building between you for so long.
paige's hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that made you shiver. she took her time, savoring every moment, every reaction she elicited from you. her touch was both tender and commanding, a perfect balance that left you craving more.
as her hands moved to your breasts, you gasped, arching into her touch. paige's mouth followed the path of her hands, her lips and tongue teasing your sensitive skin. the combination of her touch and the cool air of the closet sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it hard to think about anything other than the woman in front of you.
"paige," you breathed out, your voice trembling with need. "please."
she looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "tell me what you want, princess."
you bit your lip, trying to find the words. "i want you... no.. i need you to touch me."
paige's smile was both tender and wicked as she complied, her hands sliding down your body with a slow, deliberate motion. when her fingers finally found your wet pussy, you let out a soft moan, your head falling back as the pleasure overwhelmed you.
she moved with a skilled precision, her fingers teasing and exploring, driving you to the edge with every touch. the sensations were almost too much to bear, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. paige's name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea for more.
and she gave it to you, her movements becoming more insistent, her touch more demanding. the world outside the closet ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in this moment of raw, unrestrained passion. every caress, every kiss, every whispered word pushed you closer to the brink, until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"fuck," you gasped, your hands gripping her shoulders as you felt yourself reaching the peak. "'m so close."
paige leaned down, ignoring your pleas and spread your legs further. her lips found your cunt, her tongue delving into it as she began to devour you like you were her last meal. your hand found her hair, your legs wrapped around her head as you cried out.
"fuckfuckfuck, please," your makeup was running at this point but you didn't care anymore, you just needed to cum.
as soon as her tongue became flicking your clit, the coil in your stomach snapped as you let out a sob of pure pleasure. "oh my god!"
when the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, you collapsed against her, your breath coming in ragged gasps. paige sat up as her arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breath.
for a moment, there was only the sound of your breathing, the world outside the closet a distant memory. then paige pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours with a mix of tenderness and concern.
"you okay?" she asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
you nodded, a smile spreading across your lips. "more than okay. that was... amazing."
"aw, sweetheart. does he fuck you like that?" paige joked as you rolled your eyes. her finger swiped below your eyes, removing the mascara that was running down your face.
you playfully smacked paige's arm, trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled up. "shut up," you teased, feeling a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration from the intimacy you'd just shared.
paige chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "hey, just curious. gotta know how i compare," she said, her tone light.
you rolled your eyes again, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "you're impossible," you muttered, but your smile gave you away.
paige's finger gently swiped beneath your eyes, removing the smudged makeup. "there," she said softly, her touch lingering on your cheek. "all better."
the moment was tender, filled with unspoken words and shared emotions. paige's thumb brushed against your skin, her eyes locking onto yours. for a second, the world outside seemed to disappear again, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of newfound intimacy.
but the bubble burst as the closet door opened suddenly, and nika stood there, her expression with urgency. "guys, sorry to interrupt," she said, glancing between the two of you, "but your boyfriend just showed up."
your heart dropped at her words, the elation from moments before evaporating instantly. "what?" you exclaimed, stepping away from paige.
nika nodded, her brows furrowed with annoyance. "yeah, he's here, and he looks pissed. he was asking about you."
paige's expression darkened, her protective instincts kicking in. "great," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "just what we needed."
you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "guess o have to go talk to him," you said reluctantly, the weight of reality crashing back down on you.
paige stepped closer, her hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you want me to come with you?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.
you hesitated for a moment, then shook your head. "no, it's fine. i need to handle this on my own." You squeezed her hand back, grateful for her support. "but thank you."
you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead. with a final look at Paige, you stepped out of the closet, nika leading the way to where your boyfriend was waiting.
he was standing in the living room, his face a storm of emotions. as soon as he saw you, his eyes narrowed, and he strode towards you. "where the hell have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger and frustration.
you squared your shoulders, trying to remain calm. "i've been at the party," you replied evenly. "what's your problem?"
"my problem?" he echoed, his voice rising. "you've been ignoring my calls and texts! and now i find out you've been hiding in a closet with paige?"
"first of all, it's a game!" you shot back, using the same tone he was. "ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?"
"that sure as hell was more than seven minutes, babe." his eyes flashed with anger and hurt, but he took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself. "but you didn't answer my calls or texts. what's going on with us?"
you sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "i told you, we need space to figure things out. this break was supposed to help us do that."
he stared at you for a moment, then looked away, his jaw clenched. "i just... i don't want to lose you," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with desperation.
your heart ached at his words, the conflict within you growing. "don't want to lose you either," you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. "but we need to work on our issues. we can't keep having these fights all the time."
he nodded slowly, his expression softening. "okay, i get that. but seeing you with paige... it just messed with my head."
"nothing's happening with Paige," you lied, trying to reassure him and keep the peace. "it was just a game. you have to trust me."
he looked at you, searching your eyes for the truth. after a moment, he nodded again, though his expression was still troubled. "alright. i trust you. but we need to talk about this. really talk."
you nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "we will. but not here, not now. let's just try to enjoy the rest of the night, okay?"
He took a deep breath and then reached out to take your hand. "okay. but promise me we'll talk soon."
"promise," you said, squeezing his hand. "we'll figure this out."
with that, the tension between you seemed to ease slightly. you both turned and headed back into the house, the noise and energy of the party a stark contrast to the heavy conversation you had just had. as you reentered the party, you spotted paige watching you from across the room, her eyes filled with concern.
you gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she responded with a tentative smile. you knew this wasn't over, and there would be more conversations, more decisions to make. but for now, you were trying to hold on to the fragile peace you had managed to create.
throughout the rest of the night, your boyfriend stayed close by your side, his presence a constant reminder of the complexity of your feelings. paige didn't really give a fuck, she was still by your side, her hand always seemed to be on your shoulder or arm (she knew she'd get her ass beat if she touched your back or hips, where her hands usually would be).
when the time came to leave, your boyfriend offered to drive you home. as you said your goodbyes to your friends, paige pulled you aside for a moment.
"you okay?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern.
you nodded, though your heart felt heavy. you glanced behind you, looking at your boyfriend whose gaze was stuck on you and paige. "yeah, i'm okay. thanks for everything tonight."
paige gave you a small smile. "anytime, princess. just... take care of yourself, alright?"
"i will," you promised, giving her a hug. "we'll talk later."
paige's arms embraced you tightly, as she gave you a kiss on your head. she looked up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, giving him a smirk before she licked her lips, her eyes finding yours again.
"i love you," she muttered.
"i love you too, p." you managed a smile as you both leaned away.
paige looked up to see your now, seething boyfriend. she gave him a smile as she waved all in the mask of politeness. god, how she loved pushing his buttons.
your boyfriend's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he returned paige's wave with a curt nod. you could see the storm brewing behind his eyes, and you knew that once you were alone, there would be a lot to talk about.
"let's go," your boyfriend said tersely, his voice barely masking his anger.
"yeah," you replied, glancing one last time at paige. she gave you a reassuring nod, her eyes softening with concern.
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pt 2.
summary: The relationship was unexpected not only from the fans, but it was unexpected to the both of them as well.
genre: fluff, smau
paring: Lando Norris x Influencer!reader
warnings! : swearing, attempted humour
fc: Lani Pliopa
a/n: part two! sorry for the long waitđđ
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landonorris : hello??
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landonorris : âŠ
landonorris : its been a dayđ
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landonorris : answer me?
landonorris : pls?đ
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landonorris : day 65 of asking you to answer međ«
landonorris : ANSWERRRRRRâŒïžâŒïž
catsuperior111 : what in the desperate maleđšđš
landonorris : im not desperate.
catsuperior111 : u sure????
catsuperior111 : looks and sound very desperate to međ€·ââïž
landonorris : đ
catsuperior111 : its okk everyone just wants to slide into my dmsđâš
landonorris : werenât you the one sliding into mineđ€š
catsuperior111 : I-
catsuperior111 : me is đ€ close to blocking tuđđ
landonorris : NO
landonorris : and why the fuck did it take you a whole week to answer međ€šđ€š
catsuperior111 : uhhh
catsuperior111 : my phone was dead..??
landonorris : bullshit who can survive a week without a phone
landonorris : and you suck at lying.
catsuperior111 : BOO TOMATO TOMATOđŁđąâŒïž
catsuperior111 : THIS IS SLANDERđ đ
landonorris : no slander
landonorris : just the truthđ€·
landonorris : now answer my question why did it take you so long?
catsuperior111 : i was too lazyđâ
landonorris : THAT WAS THE REASON?!!!
catsuperior111 : yes.
catsuperior111 : you were too boring for me to reply tođ€·ââïž
landonorris : bullshit
landonorris : i know deep inside you enjoy my attentionđâš
catsuperior111 : WHO in their RIGHT mind would ever enjoy your attentionđšđšđš
landonorris : rude.
landonorris : and fyi MANY wouldđ
catsuperior111 : mhmm sure keep lying to yourself
catsuperior111 : sometimes being delulu is the solutionđđđ
landonorris : man fuck you.
landonorris : did you even check who you messagedđđ
catsuperior111 : in all honesty noâșïž
landonorris : SO YOU JUST HAPPENED TO DM ME FROM CURIOSITY?!
catsuperior111 : OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD THAT IN YOU TO FIGURE IT OUTđšđšâŒïžâŒïž
landonorris : WOMAN YOU ARE SOMETHINGđđ
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landonorris : and who are you to question i post something or not when you have ZERO POST
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catsuperior111 : i post stuff on my mainđ
landonorris : THIS WAS A BURNER ACCOUNT!!
catsuperior111 : yes?
catsuperior111 : did you really think i was going to talk to you using my mainđ€š
landonorris : most people do
landonorris : yes
catsuperior111 : well i have a burner account for research purposesđđđ€đ€
landonorris : WOW
landonorris : no wonder you asked a weird ass questionđđ
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catsuperior111 : my main is @yourusername
catsuperior111 : im tired of switching accounts back and forthđȘâ
landonorris : lazy ass
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landonorris why did it take me a while to spot youđ
landonorris you blend in
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yoursister How did you manage to take that with my catsđšđš
yourusername they just love međ©đ©âš
bsfuser the cat obsession is getting crazier...
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yourusername : oi
yourusername : i accidently bought two tickets to the eras tourđđ
yourusername : no wonder they were so expensive!
yourusername : can you come with?
landonorris : do younot have any friends?
yourusername : i do...
yourusername : they ditch moi for they're boyfriends
yourusername : def didn't stand up to bros before hosđđ
landonorris : when?
yourusername : OMG UR ACTUALLY WILLING TO GO????!!!
landonorris : its charity workđ„
yourusername : ....
yourusername : fuck you
landonorris : also who is stupid enough to decline an eras tour concert ticket WHICH WAS PAID FORâșïžâșïž
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landonorris : dw it willđ
landonorris : if ur being serious about me going when?
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landonorris : where?
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landonorris : wtf you expect me to fly to miami for you???
yourusername : yes
landonorris : ur paying for my flight ticket
yourusername : WHATTTTT????
yourusername : i am too BROKE for thatđ
yourusername : i paid for ur concert ticket...
yourusername : at least pay for the flight
yourusername : give some justice to my bank accountâčïžđ€
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Cherry Blossom. aka - Cherry, Part Four.
a night of conversations, kisses and long awaited confessions.
pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader
warnings - cursing, kissing (but no real smut).
word count - 2.6k
authors note - the babies are back!! no smut in this one - it was getting too long. but donât you worry⊠thereâs gonna be so much smut in part five !! sorry for the cliffhanger. love u <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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The smoke from the bonfire is stinging your eyes, ash sticking to the strands of your hair. Orange embers burn rapidly, dry wood being occasionally thrown on top by drunk boys with red cups in their hands.
The music is way too loud for a forest party, but no one seems to care. Someoneâs haphazardly strung lights between the trees, creating a surprisingly cosy ambience. The atmosphere is alive, charged with the electricity of being out later than curfew.
âMâlady!â
You laugh, accepting the drink from Eddieâs outstretched hand.
âThank you, kind sir,â you say as you curtsy sarcastically, making both of you laugh harder. âHey, you didnât bump into Steve on your way over here, did you? I havenât seen him for like an hour.â
The curly haired boy kicks the toe of your sneaker with his.
âSaw him with that Clara girl, talking by the lake.â
You take a steadying breath, pretending it doesnât bother you in the slightest.
âYou should go and check if he needs rescuing,â Eddie jokes. âGod knows she can talk for hours without coming up for air.â
You smile at him, pulling at one of his curls.
âGood idea. Just in case.â
âJust in case,â he winks, pushing you in the right direction.
You saunter down towards the water, spotting your best friend instantly. Heâs stood with his arms across his chest, weight on one hip as he tries to listen to whatever Clara has to say. The minute he sees you, his posture is straightening, lips quirking up at the corners.
Clara turns around to see what Steve is looking at, her face falling when she recognises you.
âHi. I donât mean to interrupt! Just wanted to check if you needed another drink, Stevie.â
The boy grins, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head. When youâre near enough, he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, all affectionate and tender.
Oh.
You donât do that.
The two of you have kept your romance completely behind closed doors, up until now. It hasnât got a name, never mind a label, and you donât need people asking questions when you donât even know the answers yourself.
You could blame it on the alcohol, but you know Steveâs on his first drink. With your head spinning, you look up at him as if he is the sun and all things warm. He looks down at you the exact same way.
âIâm gonna go see where my friends are,â Clara says a little too loudly, strutting away with as much confidence as she can muster.
You have a sudden feeling that youâre the villain in her story, but youâre not entirely sure why.
âHow many drinks have you had?â Steve asks as he pulls a strand of hair away from your face.
âThis is my second. I was nursing my first one, Eddie says.â
The boy laughs, and you grab onto his bicep for support. The sound of it is enough to buckle your knees.
âThis is my first. Itâs not doing much for me.â
âYou want something different? Iâm sure Robin has that beer you like in her bag.â
âNah, Iâm okay. Donât think Iâm gonna drink any more tonight.â
Steve slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, pulling you in closer and keeping them there.
âYou sure?â
âIâm sure.â
âOkay,â you whisper.
âOkay,â he whispers back.
And then he kisses you. Again. Itâs slow and careful and so romantic that you think you might start crying about it.
âWhat time is it?â he asks when he pulls away as if nothing happened.
âEleven thirty.â
âYou wanna stay a bit longer?â
âNot if you donât.â
Steve presses his lips to your forehead, hands cradling your cheeks.
âI kinda wanna go home.â
You smile at him, all soft and sweet.
âThen letâs go home. Iâm getting a little cold, anyway. And I didnât bring a jacket.â
âWill you ever learn?â he laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
âIf it means I have to stop wearing your jackets that I know you bring to parties just for me? No, I wonât.â
You werenât supposed to say that out loud, but the way Steve chuckles soothes the sting of the accidental wound.
âLetâs go home, Cherry Baby.â
Home. The assumption that the two of you will always be returning to the same place makes your heart so full, you wonder how it doesnât spill over.
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âYou good?â
âFeet hurt.â
This happens every single time the two of you go to a party, so you feel as if youâre reliving a memory.
âHop on.â
âSteve-â
âCherry. Come on. Weâll get home quicker this way.â
You canât argue with that. Steve crouches as you jump onto his back, his hands wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady. You wrap your arms around his neck from behind, resting your head on top of his.
âComfy back there?â
You hum, the noise of agreement enough for Steve to start walking.
The two of you chat each others ears off on the way home, talking about nothing and everything. You laugh so hard at something he says that you end up with a mouthful of his hair, which he in turn finds hilarious.
âHave you thought any more about what I said the other day?â
âYou say a lot of things, Steven.â
He chuckles, shaking his head and giving your thighs a squeeze.
âAbout college.â
You go quiet for a moment, and Steve wonders if heâs chosen the wrong time to have this conversation.
âIâve been thinking about it.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âLetâs talk about it later, okay? When Iâm not constantly worried Iâm gonna accidentally trip and kill you.â
You nod, and he feels it. You know it needs to be a discussion sometime soon, but perhaps having it when youâre being carried down the street on your best friends back isnât all that practical.
âLove you,â you mumble into the crook of Steveâs neck.
He shudders a little at your lips on his skin, leaning his head sideways to rest against yours.
âLove you, Cherry Pie. More than anything.â
You let Steve piggyback you all the way to his front door. Neither of you say anything else. Neither of you feel the need to.
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Steve bumps his hip into yours as you both brush your teeth, laughing at your shocked reflection in the mirror.
âAre you okay?â you ask as you place your toothbrush back in its holder, right next to his.
âYeah, Iâm good.â
âYou sure?â
You hop up on the bathroom counter, sitting up so youâre eye to eye with the boy in front of you. He takes a step forward, standing between your legs as he splays his cold hands over your thighs.
âWhyâd you ask?â
You trace over his fingers where they rest on your skin, quiet for a moment.
âYou seemed pretty eager to go home tonight. Itâs unlike you. You love a party. Leaving at eleven thirty is like⊠unheard of, for King Steve.â
âKing Steve would rather be at home with you than at a party with all those people.â
âReally?â
âReally. Clara was going on about something or other, the music was too loud, and I could feel the chill coming in. It hit me, all of a sudden, that Iâd rather be in bed. Or, anywhere else, as long as I was with you.â
You lean forward to rest your head against his chest, sighing when he starts playing with your hair gently.
âYouâre a softie,â you mumble into his shirt. âAnd a mind reader.â
âItâs my one talent,â he chuckles. âI wish reading your mind was a college major. Iâd be the best in the world.â
You shake your head, laughing like you canât help it.
âIf I donât move soon, Iâm gonna fall asleep on this bathroom counter.â
âWant me to carry you?â
âContrary to popular belief,â you tease as you hop down, âmy legs actually do work.â
Steve gasps, all theatrical and exaggerated, which only makes you laugh harder.
âCome on, sleepy girl. Letâs go to bed.â
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âWeâre not talking about stuff.â
You whisper it into the darkness, the trees rustling outside Steveâs window serving as the only sound you can hear.
âHmm?â
Your legs are tangled with his, tired head resting on the boys shoulder as your sides are pressed together. Youâre both lying on your backs, staring at the ceiling.
âWe keep saying weâll talk about stuff, but we havenât been. Itâs not like us.â
âYou mean, like, feelings?â
âYeah.â
All that can be heard now is two sets of heaving lungs. Steveâs hand finds yours under the duvet, fingers intertwining.
âIs there something specific thatâs bothering you?â
âNot bothering me as such. I just⊠I think the more we donât talk, the more complicated things become.â
Thereâs silence for a moment, before Steve speaks.
âIâm scared, Cherry.â
The tone of his voice is paper thin and vulnerable, and you will yourself not to cry about it.
âOf what, Stevie?â
You squeeze his hand, tucking yourself further into his side until there isnât an inch of space between you.
âOf⊠everything changing. Youâre my best friend in the entire world, and I know that what weâve been doing isnât typical⊠best friend stuff. I justâŠâ he takes a deep breath, exhaling carefully. âI worry that something will happen and weâll break up, and Iâll lose you forever.â
His voice cracks on the last word, fear seeping through his pores. Yet, he continues.
âIâd die without you, Cherry. I really would. I donât know what itâs like to live in a world where weâre not⊠us.â
You turn onto your side to face him in the dark, reaching up to cradle his cheek softly. You rest your forehead against his temple, pressing a kiss into his skin.
âIâm scared too. I have been ever since that first night in my room. Not because I donât trust you, or because I donât feel that way about you⊠but because I donât want to lose you either. More than anything, I donât want to lose you.â
âWhy didnât we talk about this sooner?â he laughs, throat thick with emotion.
âBecause weâre us. And whether we talk or donât talk, we know weâll figure it out. We always know weâll be okay.â
âI love you,â he whispers into the dark. âMore than all the stars in the sky.â
âI love you,â you whisper back. âMore than all the grains of sand on all the beaches in the world.â
You press another kiss into his temple, letting your lips linger on his soft skin. He smells so familiar, so warm, so yours⊠you canât help but inhale, chuckling when he shudders.
You continue to leave kisses across his jaw, over his ear, down his neck. He tilts his head to give you better access, groaning when you nip at his throat with your teeth, licking over the scrape to soothe him.
Steve pulls you in as if you weigh nothing, moving you so youâre lying on top of him. You sit up, straddling his lap, as he does the same so youâre chest to chest. Running his hands under your shirt and over the bare skin of your back, he rests his forehead against yours.
âYou look so pretty like this,â he hums against your lips. âPrettiest girl in the world.â
âYou wanna talk about pretty?â you tease, running your fingers through his hair. âMy pretty, pretty boy.â
Steveâs hips buck up into yours, making you giggle.
âOh, you like that? You like it when I call you pretty? Or do you just like it when I call you mine?â
His hips buck again as his cheeks flush pink.
âI am yours,â he murmurs. âAlways have been.â
You thought you had the upper hand for a minute, but now you just want to cry. Youâre overwhelmed by the way you feel about the boy underneath you, unsure of how to process it without bursting into tears.
âAll mine,â you whisper, tracing the features of his face with your fingertip.
Steve takes a deep breath, watching your eyes as they look over him again and again, taking him in as if itâs the first time. He decides itâs now or never.
âCherry?â
âStevie?â
Your voices are low and careful, irregardless of the fact that youâre alone in the house.
âIâm in love with you.â
Your heart stops, and so does the world outside. Everything pauses, the two of you suspended in this moment in time.
Steve takes another breath, exhaling it carefully before meeting your eyes and continuing.
âYou donât have to say it back. Now, or ever. I just - I needed you to know.â
You blink back tears as you watch his face, biting your lip to stop them from falling.
âSteve-â
âHey, I told you. You donât have to say anything, babe. I know-â
âShut up.â
âWhat?â
âJust-â
You surge forward and kiss him with all the affection you can muster, trying to express your feelings. You grip his hair, plastering your bodies together where you sit in his lap still. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as close as he can.
âIf you let me talk,â you say when you pull away, all breathless, âyouâd hear that I have something Iâd like to say.â
Steve smiles, humming in acknowledgment and encouraging you to keep going.
âIâm in love with you, too.â
The boy looks shocked to hear it, as if itâs news to him.
âWhatâs that face for?â you laugh.
âI just⊠I didnât expect you to say it back.â
âSteve,â you chuckle, looking at him sternly. When you realise heâs being serious, you double down. âIâve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. When we were kids, and someone would say the word âhusbandâ, I always pictured you. I was so convinced it was always going to end up being you and I.â
âWhy⊠why didnât you say anything sooner?â
âWhy didnât you?â
He laughs, and the sound makes you feel as if youâre on cloud nine. You can feel his heartbeat where his chest is pressed to yours, frantic like heâs just ran a marathon.
âFuck, I love you.â
He leans up to kiss you, all saccharine and honey sweet.
âSay it again,â you whisper against his lips.
âIâm in love with you, Cherry.â
âSay it again.â
âI, Steve Harrington, declare that I am completely, utterly, ridiculously in love with this girl right here. I always have been. I always will be.â
You canât help but throw your head back with laughter.
âAnd I love you. So much.â
The words youâve always said mean so much more now. Itâs a welcome change, one you never thought youâd see happen.
âHey Steve?â
âHmm?â
You lean in, nosing at his jaw as you murmur into his ear.
âWant you. So bad.â
âFuck, honey,â he groans, all low and rough.
âPlease. Want it to be you.â
Looking up at you with big eyes, he searches your face for any kind of hesitation.
âAre you sure?â
Smoothing his hair away from his face, you trace your thumb over his bottom lip.
âIâve never been so sure of anything.â
âOkay.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he grins. âIâm about to rock your world, Cherry Blossom.â
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"i'll sign an autograph later, but right now, you're in my seat." I ALMOST MOANED. The entire fic was the hottest thing i have ever read in my entire life. I know this is probably a bad idea but can you make a part 2 of Womanizer Art where he takes her out and end the night with them sleeping together just for him to stop texting her again but when he asks her to be in a committed relationship she rejects him and tells him to stop texting her. After the rejection Art tries to go back to his old ways sleeping with other girls but they don't feel like y/n or just gets depressed and only focuses on his career but he realizes that he's falling more and more for y/n no matter how hard he tried distracting himself while y/n is living her life as if nothing happened. So Art starts stalking her, going to places she goes and sabotaging her relationships with other men and he keeps texting her and sending her gifts and flowers to her house literally doing the kind of things he's has never done to another woman before until she gives in and agrees to be his girlfriend đ© pretty please PLEASE PLEAAAAAASE đ§ââïž
!!!!!! thank u thank u thank u xxx yes omg love that idea but this will never be as good as @lovetrt's stalker!art but i will try my hardest đ§đ»ââïž part two of this <3 | cw: slight forcefulness
"get out my fucking house." art orders the blonde in his bed when she attempts to hold him. "but-" he cuts her off with just a look. scrambling for her belongings and running out of his room. he slips his boxers back on and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. he sends yet another text to you.
can you stop being a brat and just text me back?
scrolling through the endless messages he's sent you before locking his phone and attempting to sleep once he hears the front door close.
it's been a month since your date with art. he took you to dinner and then of course back to his, where he fucked you silly on his bed again. you stayed the night, had breakfast with him before returning home. you enjoyed the date, and art's company, but as you told him, relationships weren't your thing. art isn't used to being told no, especially from girls, so when you stopped replying to his texts and wouldn't answer calls, he had to take matters into his own hands.
he's been fucking anything that moves and spending all his other free time on the tennis courts. agreeing to more brand campaigns, just in the hope that you'll see him on an ad somewhere and coming running back to his bed. art wakes up the next morning, checking his phone first thing, as he always does now, praying you'll have text him back.
not even if i actually let you fuck me with a racket?
art got in touch with patrick's buddy's now ex-girlfriend, begging for your address, telling her some bullshit like you left your watch at his and he wanted to mail it to you. she doesn't buy it, but she likes art, and does as he asks. he's been sending you flowers and presents every few days, but he knows it's time to take the next step. throwing on shorts, a t-shirt and his baseball cap, he drives to your apartment. there's a coffee shop opposite, ordering a drink and sitting outside, waiting for just a glimpse of you. he's sat there for a while, until the door to your building opens, and he sees you. an oversized t-shirt hides your underwear you lean over and kiss the man you're ushering out the door. art grits his teeth, his mind full of thoughts of fucking you on the stoop of your building.
the guy leaves, looking too smug for art's liking. he can't help himself. running over and stopping him in his tracks. "how do you know that girl?" he asks. "woah, hello? what's it to you, buddy?" the guy questions art. "just fucking tell me." art pushes, closing the distance between them, intimidating him. "she's just some girl i fuck." stepping back away from art. "how often?" art needs to know, he needs to be told you haven't slept with this random gym bro more than you have him. "alright, twenty questions, like twice a week." art's angry, tempted to knock this guy out, except that yeah, art may be taller, but he doesn't think he's as strong. "for how long?" art keeps questioning. "christ man, look i'm sorry if she's your girlfriend or something, i met her like two months ago, we've been hooking up since then." art's eyes narrow, looking down at him. "stay the fuck away from her." he seriously doesn't know what's come over him, normally he can't stand to look at a girl after he's come all over her, but now, here he is, squaring up to a stranger that fucked you.
art comes to the coffee shop opposite your apartment most mornings, warning of any of the guys that you walk to the door. spamming your phone with more and more texts, he can't take it anymore. arriving at the coffee shop again, waiting for you to kick the guy out of your bed. he catches the door to your building as someone leaves, no more than ten minutes after you showed the latest guy out of your apartment. he runs up to your door, turning the handle, silly little girl not locking her door, he thinks as he enters your apartment. you've driven him crazy, he could get anyone else he wanted, but he's here, breaking into your home because the five minutes he sees you every morning aren't enough anymore. he needs to feel you, breath you in, taste you.
there you are, stood in your kitchen, making coffee in nothing more than a bra and panties. he's already hard, coming up behind you, covering your mouth with his hand, immediately kissing your neck. you try to scream, eyes wide as you extend your neck, trying to get a glimpse of your perpetrator. art fucking donaldson. you push your body off of him. "you're a fucking psychopath!" you shout, trying to steady your breath. his hand reaches between your legs. "why are you so wet then?" he's right, you're soaked. you hate how your body is secretly loving what he's doing. he's so fucking desperate for you, you've never seen anything like it. you slap him across the face, he turns back to you, his eyes are dark and he's smirking. he reaches over and grabs you by the throat, "stop acting like you don't want to fuck me right now." a moan escapes your lips, satisfaction spreading over his face.
"tell me, tell me you don't want me to fuck you and i'll leave." pulling you closer by the grip around your neck. you can barely breathe, forcing your words out. "fuck me, please," it takes seconds for him to spin you round and bend you over the counter. pulling your panties down your legs. "good girl, you even said please." he pushes his shorts down his legs, spanking your ass before pushing himself into you. your knuckles turn white, gripping the side of the counter so hard, his hands on your hips, bruising your skin as he thrusts in and out of you. "such a dirty little slut aren't you, baby," he bites your earlobe, all you can do is nod your head as your eyes roll back. he spanks your ass again, gripping and biting and sucking every bit of your skin he can.
"you missed this dick, didn't you princess?" you're not lying when you tell him yes, he's the best sex you've ever had. he lifts one of your legs on to the counter, pushing himself in deeper. it's mere moments before you're a mess before him, screaming his name as you orgasm. he kisses your back as you do, not slowing down until he pushes himself over the line, pulling out of you as his come drips down your legs. you both stay still for a few seconds, collecting your breath before art spins you round to face him. "will you please, please, be my girlfriend, fuck me," he's kissing all over your face. "art, you've only taken me on one date, and i told you, i don't do relationships." he only stops kissing you to reply. "i don't fucking care," he wraps his arms around your naked body. you hate commitment, it petrifies you, but something, somewhere in you is screaming at you to say yes. "if i say yes, will you stop sitting at that damn coffee shop every morning?" you're teasing him, and for the first time, you see art shy. "i'm sorry, i don't know what's happening to me, i'm not usually this fucking obsessive, you've done something to me." his head is buried in the nape of your neck. "fine, yes, i will be your girlfriend." his head shoots up, kissing you so intensely. "fucking finally."
#idk how i feel about this#challengers#challengers fic#art donaldson#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x you#art donalson x reader#challengers au#challengers smut#womanizer!art
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R U MINE? feat gojo satoru (II)
gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. heâs cocky, loaded with his daddyâs money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since youâll never get more than a one-night stand out of it.Â
thatâs why you choose to turn a blind eye once youâve come to the horrific realization: youâre in love with him. and youâre just itching to askâŠ
âare you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?â
IMPORTANT: this is part TWO (and the final part) of the r u mine? mini series. make sure to read part one of this fic before proceeding! :)
content: 5.4k words, afab!reader, rich college frat boy gojo, SMUT (fingering & unprotected sex.. wrap it before u tap it kids!) ANGST, (i listened to deftones while writing the breakup era LMAOO i was in my feels đ) gojo "everything reminds me of her" satoru is really going thru it, idk how to feel about the ending tbh, cheating implications, kinda proofread ig, more emo gojo (u luv to see it)
author's note: guys. where do i even start?? first of all, thank u for all the support on the first part of this mini series!! we also hit 100 followers on this blog so tysm for supporting me n my writing <3 here's the long awaited part two (n also the finale) as i promised that i would get it out over the weekend! just a quick announcement that i may be a little bit more inactive from here on out.. mainly because classes r starting again nd im starting to get busier. i do have more fic plans though, (and a geto smut in my drafts? đ) so i'll make time to write when i can! happy reading and thank u for all the support on this silly little series :)
tags: @soley613 @feariteriu @bear-likes-mushrooms @96jnie @keilaq1 @whydohumansss @luftyluft @fatbootymuncher (bold = i'm unable to tag u)
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everythingâs been hazy.
you donât really remember how you got homeâ you either waved down a cab or walked until you somehow found your house. either way, the alcohol is worsening the pounding in your ears. the straps of your dress are clinging terribly against your skinâyou want to take it off, you want to wear something more comfortable, you want to just go to sleep, preferably forever⊠but you canât bring yourself to.
you canât even bring yourself to move.
so the rumors really were true? but why did gojo pursue so far just for you? why did gojo say those words to you when you spent the night together? why did gojo try so hard to convince you that night that he wanted to have sex with you because he loved youâand not solely because he wanted to have sex?
why did gojo lie to you?
another series of pings sound throughout the room, and you finally move to silence your phone. the noise is all so overwhelming. why the hell is your phone blowing up?
you check your notificationsâmostly dms from people you donât know, either asking if you and satoru were dating, or questioning you about what the hell happened at the party. you know that youâre gonna be the subject of gossip once youâre back at campus, and you hate it.
you were surprised at the numbers once you scrolled down your notification list a little further. ten missed calls from satoru, accompanied by a series of fifteen panicked messages. you open it, and you stare sadly at his contact photo and name, remembering the fond memory behind it. once you two actually started dating, you were merciful enough to add a heart next to his name, and even updated it to âtoruâ. he was elated at that.
you think you can barely even call him gojo now.
the most recent message was barely sent a minute ago. like it was on cue, you see the bright headlights pull up outside of your door. you wanted to sink into your couch and never resurface ever again.
you hear suguruâs car door open and close, and then frantic knocking outside. you walk to the door while sniffling, looking through the peephole just to confirm your suspicions. it was satoru.
âi can hear you crying through the door, y/n. i know youâre there.â he takes a deep inhale, and the tears start rolling down your cheeks again once you hear the complete and utter vulnerability in his voice. you just donât know what to believe anymore. âshit, iâm crying too. well, iâm gonna explain myself even if you donât care enough to listen to me. uhm, believe it or not, what happened at the party wasnât my doing⊠at all. when you went to use the bathroom, this girl went up to me and started flirting with me, like she was waiting for you to leave or somethinâ. i was gâna tell her to go fuck off but she pushed herself on my lap and before i could do anything about it you walked in and it was just all horrible timing and- god. i know it sounds unbelievable, right? you must think iâm terrible right now.â
âyou donât have to believe me. if i were in your shoes i wouldnât know what to think either. iâm just⊠explaining what happened.â
thereâs a long period of silence between you and satoru, aside from the occasional sniffling on both ends. you donât know what to say. you want to believe him. you want to do nothing more than to open the door and let him hold you in his arms again, but you just donât know what to think anymore. you poured your entire heart out to a man who you knew you shouldnât be messing with, and now you donât know who or what to believe. you feel like a fool, and youâre just tired. so damn tired. the silence feels asphyxiating, like it's tearing your relationship with satoru further and further apart the longer it draws on.
satoru is the first one to break the silence. âiâm guessing from the silent treatment that you donât believe me. itâs okay, y/n. iâll wait an eternity for you to forgive me because iâll always choose you- fuck⊠over anything, and i hope you know that.â
your mind is a mess, and satoruâs words make it even messier.
iâll wait an eternity for you
iâll always choose you over anything
you put your head in your hands and sob. it hurts.
a minute passesâgojo hears you get up from where youâre sitting behind the door, and his heart fills with hope.
âi just⊠i just donât know how to believe you, gojo.â
his heart breaks when he hears the doorâpresumably to your bedroomâopen and close, leaving him alone with his shattered heart. his heart breaks when he takes in your voice, noticing how weak and exhausted you sounded. he wonders how much youâve cried just from this past hour alone. his heart breaks once he realizes that heâs alone with his thoughts again, alone with the voice in his head that was berating him for not being able to prevent all of this if he hadnât frozen up and just pushed her away the second that girl started flirting with him. finally, his heart breaks once it registers that you called him gojoâthe last name that he shares with his corrupt and money-crazy family⊠the family he tries so hard to get away from. it was also the name you called him during the days that you barely trusted him.
now, heâs back to square one, and he has none of your trust again. this time, satoru swears that heâll do anything in his power to get it back once more.
you didnât come to school today.
thereâs been nothing but radio silence on your end. gojo has sent you countless messages over the weekend asking how youâve been, with the occasional desperate voicemail where he tells you that he loves and misses you. youâve turned off your read receipts, so gojo doesnât even know if youâve seen his texts or listened to his voicemails. heâs concerned for you, even though he knows that heâs the reason behind all of this. he was hoping to talk things out with you today.. but you werenât even here.
one thing gojo knew about you is that you cared deeply about your academics, and you wouldnât miss attendance even if you were sick. it pains him to know that he was the reason that you werenât here today. you were avoiding him, and he felt helpless.
heâs talked to getoâand the best advice that his best friend could offer was to âfind proof that you didnât cheat on her.â heâs right, though. the last thing you had said to gojo was that you donât know how to believe if heâs telling the truth or not. gojo has absolutely no idea how to prove his fidelity to you, since words clearly werenât enough. it frustrates him to no end.
gojo now knows that he feels absolutely lost. all when heâs not with you.
it feels nerve-wracking to walk the halls.Â
he remembers telling you the night that you slept together that heâd learned over time to drown out the rumors about him. he learned not to care about what other people thought about him, and he eventually became unaffected by the schoolâs gossip.Â
however, this time was different.
this time, he finds it difficult to drown out the rumors when he hears your name in them. he flinches every time someone whispers your name and his as he walks the halls, feeling that all eyes are on him. âi heard y/n and gojo broke upâŠâ âthey were dating?!â âyeah.. i didnât believe it at first, either! apparently heâŠâ
he doesnât want to hear it, so he walks a little faster. it hasnât felt this suffocating to be on campus in a while.
maybe thatâs partially why you didnât show up. rumors are hard to ignore if you donât know how to shun them out.Â
gojo lets out a sigh. he decides that heâs going to ditch the rest of class. you werenât here, he couldnât talk to you, and he felt he was gonna go mad if he heard your name spoken by someone again, so he turns to leave, but flinches as he feels a hand lightly tap his shoulder.
âgojo-san?â
he turns around, with a girl that heâs never seen before standing in front of him⊠not that he pays attention to them in the first place, though. he raises his eyebrow in question, and the girl looks so nervous she might pass out. âi have to tell you something-â
âif itâs a love confession or whatever, i donât want to hear it-â
â-no!â she flushes a deep shade of red, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes. she coughs awkwardly at his expression. âum, no.. itâs not that. please, just give me two minutes in the library. i have something to tell you.â
he decides to entertain this girl for a bit. heâd be lying if he said that he wasnât curious about what she had to talk to him for. gojo sighs and says, âtwo minutes. thatâs all youâre getting.â
âthis is about the party last friday, no?â he says while taking a seat near one of the tables. he feels sick just being here. heâd never gone to the library before meeting youâas he had no reason to go here at all. then, he started accompanying you everywhere as he tried to win your heart. âstudy datesâ were frequent here, and he even remembers forcefully changing his contact name and number on your phone during one of your dates.
gosh, everything literally reminds him of you. he can barely live like this.
she takes a seat across from him, and she shamefully nods at his words. âi went to the party on friday, and i just want to say iâm sorry-â
gojo gets up to leave. he canât do this. he doesnât need anyoneâs pity. pity canât change the fact that you still wonât talk to him. she panics as gojo is about to walk away. âwait!â
the librarian tells her to quiet down, and she mutters an apology. still, she persists. âplease, just wait for two minutes⊠i need two minutes to explain myself. you promised youâd give me that.â
she stares at gojo, who hasnât left yet, and takes that as her opportunity to speak. âi was a friend of⊠her,â he doesnât need an explanation to know who she was talking about. âthe reason why she came up to you was because of a dare i told her to do. sheâs had a crush on you for a while now, so of course she was willing to flirt with you.â
âum, that was the dare, by the way. my friend told me to record it, because we were all drunk, and we thought it would be funny. just another memory to laugh at in the future, right? we didnât know you were dating the girl you were with at the party. sorry but, we assumed she was just a fling⊠or something⊠we didnât know she was your girlfriend.â
âyeah, i was dating the girl at the party.â gojo scoffs, and he feels his anger bubbling up again. âthen your friend had to do that stupid dare, and she wonât fuckinâ talk to me now.â
âiâm sorry-â
âi donât need your apologies. is that why you came up to me? to apologize so you donât feel guilty about what happened anymore?â gojo sneers. he was right, though. guilt is ridden all over her face, and she canât even meet his eyes. heâs about to leave, thinking that this entire conversation was useless, but gojo thinks back on what she said earlier.
â...my friend told me to record itâŠâ
he turns back to look at her, which surprises her, to say the least. âhey, you said you recorded the dare, right?â
âuhm, yes.â
âso you still have the video?â
âit should be in my camera roll somewhere-â
âif you came here to apologize to me, then you should send me that video.â she looked a little horrified at his words, and gojo could almost laugh. âwhat? iâm not gonna do anything bad with it, god.â
she thinks about what gojoâs intentions could be with that video, and her eyes light up in recognition as she connects the dots from what he said beforehand. i was dating the girl at the party⊠then your friend had to do that stupid dare⊠and she wonât fuckinâ talk to me now.
she nods in understanding. this is the least she could do for him. she pulls out her phone, looking for the video, and says, âi hope you two make up soon, gojo-san.â
gojo satoru walks- no, runs out of that library with determination. determination as he finally has the video evidence of what happened at the partyâhis saving grace so he could finally get you to forgive him.
you miss him.
you miss him like hell, actually, and you blink at the messages he just sent you in complete disbelief.
you didnât show up to class today because you were afraid. you were afraid to see satoru again, yes, but you were also afraid of what everyone else would say about you. the party was one thing, but the after-effects and the rumors were something completely different. you didnât have the mental capacity to deal with that, unlike satoru, so you stayed home. all because you were afraid of what would happen on campus.
you just wish things would go back to how they were before⊠all of this happened. you didnât want to admit it, but youâve read all of satoruâs messages, and youâve listened to all of his voicemails. youâve cried to them. and it hurts because youâre still torn apart in the midst of your own feelings. and now, satoru wants to talk to you, because heâs been wanting to do nothing but fix everything between the two of you.
the doorbell rings, and you almost jump out of your skin.Â
you didnât even know if you would open the door or not. despite that, you felt your body moving on its own, like you were relying on your own instincts. you washed your face to get rid of the dried tears on your cheeks, brushed the tangles out of your hair, and dressed into something more presentable. the next thing you know, youâre leaning against the wall next to the front entrance. your shadow is visible underneath the door, so satoru knows that youâre here.
âhi, y/n..â he sounded so nervous that you almost laughed, but you felt equally as terrified as him. âi have something to show you⊠uh, on my phone. if you donât want to see me, itâs fine, iâll just send it to you, but iâd really prefer if you open the door and weâll talk about this inside-â
your hand is already reaching the door knob before you can even think about it. itâs such an impulse decision that you look at him in surprise once you open the door. itâs the first time youâve seen him ever since you were at the party. itâs only been three days, but you canât help but notice how his eyebags are more prominent, his eyes are a little redder, and he looks nothing short of exhausted.
âhey,â he manages to breathe out, his eyes meeting yours. âcan i come in? please?â
you nod, too stunned to say anything, and he exhales in relief as he walks in. the two of you sit on the couch, and gojo notices how youâre keeping your distance from him. it breaks his heart a little.
he looks for the video on his phone and gets ready to show it to you. this is it. his last ditch effort for your forgiveness. heâs really fuckinâ hoping that this works. âi got this video from a girl who came to the party. itâs a recording of, um, what happened.â
he hands the phone over to you, and you take it skeptically, still choosing to keep silent. you press play, and you watch the recording. a shaky hand holds the camera, and the person behind it says, âholy shit, sheâs actually doing it!â they're presumably talking to their friend, and the camera focuses on a girl walking over to gojo. your heart is pounding, eyes widening in recognition as you stare at her... the one who caused all of this in the first place.
the all too familiar girl comes up to him, saying something out of earshot. when gojo looks at her, completely uninterested, she pulls that move. the scene you saw at the party before you ran out. tears fill your eyes again, and you almost want to stop the video, but your interest is piqued at the next part.
..this⊠this part was something that you didnât see. gojo angrily reacts at the girlâs move, with her falling on the floor as she looks at him, stunned at how furious he looks. the person behind the camera gasps, continuing to record out of shock as a crowd of people turn to stare at the two. geto eventually comes into the frame and takes gojo away from all the chaos. the video ends there, and you grip gojoâs phone shakily.
holy shit.
tears roll down your face, but this time, theyâre tears of relief. you waste no time in hugging satoru, crying your heart out as you bury your face in his neck. youâre happy. youâre so fucking happy, and so relieved knowing that he didnât lie to you. of course he didnât.
âmâsorry-â you sniffle into his shoulder. gojo is so shocked at what was happening that it takes him a second to hug you back, but when he does, he starts crying. âmâso fucking sorry i didnât believe you-â
âshh, itâs okay, itâs okayâŠâ he says, and you only hug him tighter. âmâso tired, you know that? these past three days fucking sucked. iâm just so glad youâre in my arms again, fuck-â
â-i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, toru.â you repeat, laughing as you kiss him all over his face. itâs been a while since you said that to someone. you wipe his never-ending tears away, still in disbelief, and whisper, âyouâre real. right? youâre actually here with me right now ând iâm not dreaming, right?
âiâm very much real, baby.â he says, putting his forehead against yours as you take in his features again. âgod, i missed that pretty face so much.â
he finally closes the gap between you two, pulling you into a much needed kiss. itâs a kiss filled with so many emotionsâdesperation, happiness, relief. satoru thinks his heart is finally whole again. heâs missed you. heâs missed you so fucking much, and youâve missed him too.Â
youâre like an anchor to satoru. the light of his life that keeps him grounded. and god, heâs been apart from you for too long.Â
you reposition yourself as youâre deepening the kiss. youâre on his lap now, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in desperation. âoh yeah? ây gonna do anything about it?"
âof course i am,â he says, hands roaming underneath your shirt as he caresses your bare waist. fuck. he needs you. right now. especially after thinking that he was about to lose you foreverâfor something that he didnât even do. âiâm gonna show you just how much i missed you, baby.â
gojo canât let you go.
youâre in your bedroom, and both of you waste no time undressing each other. he takes you inâall of you, in awe of every crevice of your body as he trails his hands further down your waist.
god, youâre so beautiful. âi canât believe i almost lost you.â
his words are shaky, like heâs still uncertain that youâre real and youâre in his arms again. he canât seem to break himself away from you, almost like youâll disappear if he lets you go. âbut iâm here now, toru.â
âiâm here to stay, and iâll never let you go again⊠âm yours,â you whisper, and your words set a fire in him, fueling his body with nothing but desperation. desperation to have you right here, and right now.Â
he wastes no time in plunging two of his fingers in your cunt, and he groans at just how wet you are. âsatoru-â
âfuck, youâre so wet⊠and itâs all for me,â he mutters, spreading your legs effortlessly when you try to close them, thighs shaking in pure pleasure. he adds another finger, and you already feel stretched to the brim, and you havenât even taken him in yet. the thought of his cock inside of you makes you even wetter than you already are, and you look up at satoru with eyes full of lust and desire. âmissed you so much, baby. missed you and your pretty little cunny,â
his fingers are long, and you whine at how full you feel right now. youâre so loud, and you donât even care. right now, itâs just you and satoru finally feeling each other again. itâs only been three days, but it feels like youâve been apart for years.
everything about this was filthy. from your erotic moans and the way your cunt squelched against his fingers⊠not to mention the vice grip you had on them- fuck, satoru thinks he can cum untouched just from watching you like this.
âhaa-â you whimper when his fingers curl and hit that spot in your cunt that you can barely seem to reach on your own. itâs exhilarating, and only fuels the growing heat in your stomach. âtoru- donât stop- please, iâm close-â
âreally?â he taunts, and it feels so fucking goodâyour head is numb, and the only thoughts filling your head are thoughts of satoru. the pleasure is too much, and you try to get away from him, but he keeps you in place, curling his fingers faster as punishment. âdonât run away from me, baby⊠be a good girl and just take it, yeah?â
âtoru- fuck- iâm gonna cum, please-â youâre on the brink of release, but suddenly, he stops, ruining your orgasm. âno- wait-â
he pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. you were so closeâwhy did he take that away from you? you try and swat at his hands, but he just takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, locking his eyes with yours with a sly smile. âyou taste so sweet, i canât help it,â
âaww, is my baby mad âcause she didnât get to cum?â he coos sarcastically, caging you in between his arms as he tilts your face up with his finger. âtoo bad⊠the only thing youâre cumming on tonight is on my cock.â
and with that, he eases his painfully hard member into your walls. your insides hugged him perfectlyâit was like you were made just for him. you gasp once heâs fully sheathed himself inside of you. his fingers were already a lot to take in, but his cock was something completely different. he moans your name, barely keeping his cool. âfuck- youâre squeezing me so tight,â
âmissed everything about you, baby. i need to hold you, please,â he pleads desperately, clasping your small hands against his. the size difference alone between the two of you almost makes him cum, but he holds himself back, choosing to bask in this intimate moment. heâs missed every part about this. âyou ready fâme?-â
â-just fuck me, satoru, please-â he doesnât need another confirmation from you.
he canât bring himself to hold back. next thing you know, heâs fucking you into the mattress, and you feel the headboard shake at how fast satoru is going. fuckâyou feel every part of him, every part of his cock as it slams against your tight hole. heâs so big, you feel yourself gasping for breath, and you moan out loud as you notice the prominent bulge forming in your stomach. itâs him, itâs all him, and itâs driving you mad.
satoru follows your eyes in the midst of all of this, and he watches everything in fascination. he decides to be a little mean, and presses his free hand against your stomachâit feels so good, you could almost scream at the pleasure. âyou feel that, baby? thatâs all me inside of you, hmm?â
âplease-â the onset of pleasure feels so overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes. you feel an oncoming orgasm coming, and you know your release will hit you like a tidal wave. your heart is pounding, but satoru only grips your hand tighter and fucks you even harder. âoh, fuck!â
âm close, baby. are you gâna cum too?â he manages to say between pants, and you somehow nod, mind hazy and your release only coming closer. you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âcum inside of me, toru- please- i need to feel you-â
gojo groans at your words, and you both cum together. you ride out your high, screaming as you spasm around his cock, the pleasure overfilling your senses until youâre trembling from it. he fills you up, staying inside of you as the two of you catch your breath. everythingâs hazy, and youâre barely aware of your surroundings⊠it takes you a few minutes to recover.Â
âangel, are you with me?â
âyeah, fuck, just⊠give me a second.â you say, and gojo thinks that he would gladly give you all the time in the world if you needed it. he pulls out of you with a hiss, and his warm seed drips out of your cunny. it makes his cock twitch, but he knows that youâre probably not considering a round two right now.
when you come to your senses, you notice satoruâwho put his clothes back on already, wiping your legs down with a rag. his touch is so soft, like heâs afraid to break you, unlike how he handled you just a moment ago. you look down and notice the bruises starting to form on your legs and waist. satoru looks guilty as he stares. âi didnât go too rough with you, did i?â
ânot at all,â you reassure him, and you see him soften up a little. âit felt really good, actually⊠thank you, toru.â
âs nothing. you know my girl only gets the best,â he teases, and you laugh. âiâm gonna go get you some new clothes and some water⊠iâll be back, okay?â
you nod, closing your eyes again as satoru leaves the room. heâs back in two minutes, and heâs gently changing you into new clothes that he found in your drawer. youâre so tired that you can hardly move, so you let satoru do all the work. he caresses all of your bruises, apologizing again even if you already said that it was okay. heâs so gentle, a swift juxtaposition to what just happened beforehand, and so soft with you. once youâre clothed again, he brings a glass of water against your lips, and you greedily gulp it down as he keeps a hand on your back. he places it on the nightstand once youâre finished, and you grab his wrist after, tugging him back to the bed. âlay with me for a bit, toru.â
satoru doesnât hesitate, laying down next to you on the bed and placing your head against his chest. your breathing is back to normal, and you feel his heart thumping against your ear. you wrap your arms around him, and satoru thinks that this moment is so domestic that he canât help but daydream. he looks at your face, memorizing every feature about you with a lovesick look in his eyes. youâre so beautiful, so perfect, and heâs just so fucking glad that he didnât lose you.Â
satoru thinks he could wake up to this everyday.
âyouâre starin.â you say with an amused look on your face. gojo doesnât even try to play it off. âwhatâs on your mind?â
ânothing. i just⊠love you so much, y/n.â he says, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. satoru would trade anything if it meant that this moment wouldnât end. âm so glad you chose me.â
âi think itâs the other way around,â you tease. âyou chose me. ever since you saw me at the party, youâve done nothing but try to win my heart.â
âhow could i not? there was just something different about you compared to everyone else.â he reminisces about that night at the party, and how far heâs come with his relationship with you. he remembers that night like it just happened yesterday.
you sigh, almost like you were thinking about that night too. you pull him into a kiss, finally finding the courage within you to say a proper âi love you.â to the man who meant the world to you.
âi love you too, angel.â he says, and you snuggle into him tighter. âyou know iâll always choose youâŠâ
â..from this life and into the next. iâm so glad you gave me a chance, y/n. iâll forever be grateful to now be called your husband. iâm the luckiest man ever knowing that you let me into your life, and iâm the one who gets to read these vows to marry you. i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you so much, y/n gojo.â heâs crying. gojo satoru is crying, and heâs hardly ever cried before. though, that changed after he met you.
the last time he cried was during pre-k, and now heâs done it time and time again⊠all because of you. he cried once during your first argument with him, another during the night he thought heâd lost you forever, and then another when he finally had you in his arms again once he proved his innocence⊠and now, during his wedding, when he finally gets to call you his wife.
and when you share your kiss at the end of the ceremony to symbolize your togetherness, you hear all your friends cheering. mainly shoko, utahime, and geto. if you showed this very scene to shoko during your university years, sheâd call you crazy, saying this would never happen. gojo satoru was once a man whoâd never willingly committed in a relationship before, but you came into his life and you changed everything about him. it was like magic.
you pull away from the kiss, wiping his tears away and whispering against his lips, drowning out the crowd, âthank you.â
for memorizing all my favorite foods so you could buy them for me. for walking me to class every day. for making me fall in love with you that one day at the park. for waiting for me to slowly love you even when i was scared to love. for waiting for me even if i didnât trust you. for loving me. for proving those rumors wrong. for proving that satoru gojo is actually capable of falling in love and pouring his heart out to the one he loves the most.
for everything that you have done to love me.
it was like gojo could hear all of your unspoken words. he smiles, letting one more tear roll down his cheek, and says, âitâs all worth it if itâs for you.â
thanks for reading <3 -kami.
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hearts don't break around here - jeon wonwoo imagine
hiiiii ~ this is a long one.... and kinda one of my favorite from all my works this yearđ
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If you count how many times people have told you it was a mistake to sign those papers, you would probably need more than 10 fingers. Thatâs more than the reasons why the two of you divorced in the first place.Â
After only 3 years of marriage, you and your ex-husband finally pulled the plug on your relationship and filed for divorce. Was it the ending you expected when you accepted his ring? No. But life happens and sometimes it just doesnât go the way you want it to. It was a quick separation, both parties arrived at an agreement. You get the apartment, even though he was the one who bought it for the two of you, he knew you loved that place and even though he canât share it with you anymore at least he knows youâll be safe there. He gets exactly what he had before he married you.Â
You believe a part of you, the tiniest part, was still hoping the two of you would make it work. But that wasnât enough for you to stay. You were unhappy and so was he. It felt empty coming to a place you thought you could call home only to be welcomed with coldness.Â
Itâs been a year since then. At first it was weird for you, not having him around when youâve been with him for almost a decade. Well youâve known him for decade. The two of you dated for 5 years before he popped the question, 3 years of marriage, a decade of friendship.Â
Thatâs a title you can never take away from Wonwoo. He was your friend, a close confidante. One of your reasons why you fell in love with him, he knew how to make you feel like youâre heard. The same way you knew just how to listen to him even without the words.Â
When things were too much, you made it bearable for him. You silenced the chaos in his mind, you were his solace.Â
To this day he still thinks of you as one of his closest friends, it might seem weird to some that heâs still friends with his ex-wife but thatâs who youâve always been to him. The two of you didnât work out as a couple but youâre great friends.Â
Sometimes he thinks that friendship blurs the lines of your failed marriage. The two of you are aware itâs not normal that you still have a key to each otherâs place or how Wonwoo would always ask you out to grab dinner with him or how you would drop off some of his stuff at work when he forgets it. Itâs like the two of you are still together minus the commitment and legalities, or at least thatâs how your friends describe it.Â
Youâre never afraid to speak your mind when youâre with him.Â
Now youâre on your way to his apartment, you couldâve called him but you think itâs not a conversation you can start over the phone. Itâs easier to talk to him when heâs right in front of you, at least youâll get to see his reaction real time instead of hearing silence over the phone.Â
Instead of barging in or using your key that he gave you, you ring the doorbell instead. From the other side of the door, Wonwoo wonders who the unexpected visitor is. Usually the concierge would call if itâs a stranger, so it could only mean either one of his friends or you. And sure enough when he checks the screen there you are waiting outside his door, rocking back and forth on your heels. Something you do when youâre nervous or have something to say to him.Â
He strides towards the door, unlocking it to let you in. The moment his eyes met yours he knew he was right, you had something to say to him and heâs not sure whether itâs good or bad news.Â
âYouâre home, why are you home? I was kinda hoping you werenât hereâ you mumbled
âThen why come here?â
âI was taking my chances, gonna let fate decide what to do. Since youâre here I guess I just have to say itâ now youâre just rambling. Another habit you have when youâre nervous. He follows behind you as you walk inside his apartment. You donât come here that often but youâve been here a couple of times before.Â
Wonwoo takes a seat on the sofa while his eyes stay on you, watching you prance around his living room while clearly having an internal debate.Â
You take deep breath before facing him, readying yourself to say what you came here for
âNow, before you say anything I need you to hear me out. I know this will sound crazy, I might sound crazy but believe me Iâve thought this through. I already lost so many nights thinking about this okay but I need you to know I am sure about this. I need you to remember thatâ you tell him
âOkayâ he simply answers
âI want a baby, and I was thinking if you would agree to be the fatherâ
Wonwooâs not sure if he heard the right words or if heâs dreaming right now. The day the two of you sat down and agreed about the divorce is easier to comprehend than this.
This⊠this was definitely not what he was expecting to hear.Â
âHear me out, okay. I know what Iâm talking about, donât look at me like Iâve gone insane. I want to have a kid, believe me Iâve looked at many options. Adoption, surrogacy, donors. Thereâs nothing wrong with those but it just doesnât feel right for me. My doctor told me to do what feels right and something Iâm sure of and this is itâ
He still hasn't said anything which is worrying you, maybe it was too much to ask him. Maybe this was a bad idea.Â
âYou want to have my baby?âÂ
This makes you look away from his stare for second, feeling that nervousness erupt in your chest
âTo make it simple, yesâ you answer him, âYou think Iâm crazy, donât you?â
âI didnât say anythingâ Wonwoo tells you, leaning back on his seat while taking it all in.Â
The two of you have talked about having kids before. That was a possibility the two of you never said no to. Youâre lucky enough to be in a place in your lives to comfortably start a family and be able to provide for your children but your marriage never reached that stage. He didnât expect to experience this stage of your lives together, especially now that youâre no longer married.Â
You take the seat on the other side of the room, shoulders slumping downwards. âYou probably didnât expect that, sorry for ambushing you like that. Iâm not pressuring you, you can say noâ
âAnd then what?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask back
âIf I say no, then what will you do? You seem like youâre set on this plan and youâre never the one to only have a plan A. Some people settle with only having a plan B but not you, youâre not stopping until you run out of letters to useâ and he only speaks the truth.Â
What he doesnât know is that fact doesnât apply to him. Heâs not wrong, but not right either. You always have a backup plan, you donât like going into things unprepared.But not when it comes to him.
It wasnât in your plan to fall in love with him but you did.Â
It wasnât in your plan to marry him but you did.
It wasnât in your plan that you had to end it with him either.Â
When youâre with Wonwoo you never need a second choice, he is always first. Everything else is an afterthought.Â
âI dunno, back to the drawing board I guessâ
He chuckles at your answer, ever the witty one. âAre you sure youâre not just having baby fever right now?â
âNo, why would I even come here and ask you if I wasnât serious?â
âOvulating then?â
âAssholeâ you grab a throw pillow to throw at him which he quickly dodges, letting out a laugh
âIâm being serious here, Wonwooâ âSo am I, a baby is a serious topic. Itâs a life weâre talking aboutâ
âI know, Iâm awareâ
âLetâs say I say agree, how will that work?â
âWhat do you mean? Are you asking me how babies are made?â
âI know how babies are made, I can make you one like youâre asking right now. Iâm talking about what happens after the baby is born, what happens then?â
You blink back at him, to be honest you didnât think that far. You were half sure he was going to say no.Â
âIf youâre asking about child support, you donât-â âIâm not going to abandon my child like thatâ
âHypothetical child, theyâre not even hereâ you interrupt him
âIâm not going to abandon my hypothetical child, Iâll be there if you want me to be. He or she can have my name if you want, or not totally up to you. If youâre asking me to do this then I want you to know Iâll be all in. Iâm not going to knock you up and leave youâ
âGeez, that soundsâŠâ
âNow, does that answer your question?â he ask you, leaning forward resting his arms on his knees
You nod like a child thatâs been told off, looking at the carpet instead of him. You can hear him chuckle from the other side of the room before he stands up, âA few minutes ago you were asking me for a child, now youâre all shyâ
âTo be fair I thought you were going to say no and say Iâm crazyâ you shrug your shoulder
âOh youâre not wrong, you are crazyâ he walks towards the kitchen to grab a drink for you and him, he can hear your footsteps behind him
âHey!â
He smiles upon hearing your protest, even with his back turned to you he can still picture your annoyed pout.Â
Wonwoo takes two bottles of water from the fridge, opening one before passing it over to you and opening the second one for him.Â
âSo, how do we do this? Do we go to your doctor?â
âFor what?â
âThe part where we make our hypothetical child into a real childâ
âIâm already seeing my doctor, she said everythingâs okay. Iâm healthy, allâs goodâ you sayÂ
âOkay, thatâs good but Iâm talking about the actual baby making partâÂ
âI donât get itâ
The two of you look at each other, waiting for the other one to speak. Youâre the one who break the short silence âAre you sure you know how babies are made? Do I have to give you the sex talk?âÂ
This makes him laugh, like a big loud laugh making you more confused before Wonwoo speaks again âOh sorry, I get it now. I just thought we were going to the hospital to do itâ
âWhy? Iâm good, like I said. Arenât you?â genuinely confused by his statement
âIâm clean if thatâs what youâre askingâ he tells you
âI wasnât but good to knowâ you answer, you can feel him still looking at you like heâs waiting for your answer âWhat?â you ask him
âShould I be the one giving you the sex talk or you already know how babies are made?â he smirks at you.
It takes everything in you to not throw the drink at his head, clearly heâs teasing you. Heâs very knowledgeable at how and which buttons to push when it comes to you. You try to pretend youâre not blushing at his words so you just take another gulp of water from your bottle before screwing the cap back on.
âHavenât thought that part out but we can do it, weâre two consenting adultsâ you clear your throat as you explain while your ex-husbandâs smile grow bigger by the second as he watch you try to put it into words.
âSo just so weâre clear, youâre saying yes?â you ask him
He nods âYesâ
This is the part you didnât think through at all. Now that he agreed youâre not sure how to take the next step.Â
He notices youâre getting lost in thought, taking this moment to look at you. He doesnât see you as often as before but itâs good to see you doing okay. You look healthy and happy, thatâs all that matters to him anyways.Â
âHey, you okay?â he walks over to the other side of the kitchen island to stand beside you.Â
Knocking his shoulder with yours, making you look up at him. Youâve been in this exact place before, many times. In many different eras of your life. Wonwoo has always been right beside you, even now as you take the next big step heâs still here with you and for that youâre thankful.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay with this? I feel like I just pressured into doing itâ you mumbled
âIâm an adult who can think for himself, believe me you didnât pressure me into anythingâ he assures you âAre you backing out now?â he asks
âNoâÂ
âThen what? Talk to meâ his voice now more gentle
âI was just thinking how this is getting very real, that maybe a few months from now I⊠weâll have a child. Iâve always wanted thatâ you say with a small smile
âSorryâ thatâs all he could say to you but you just shake your head at him
âWeâre not doing that, we agreed to never apologize for that. It was a decision we both made, and weâre okay now. Weâre better nowâ
He looks at you, reading your eyes as you read his. âWhat?â you ask, almost whispering the word out
He just smiles again at you before leaning down, you let your eyes close as you feel his lips on your forehead. An act of affection he loves doing to you.Â
After that you donât say much, he walks you out to your car. He knows itâs been a long night for you, you mustâve been overthinking for a while before asking him so he lets you rest. He doesnât say it outloud but heâs already planning to take care of the rest.Â
âI have a questionâ he says when the two of you are outside, standing beside your car
âMhm?â
âSince weâre doing this, you have to tell me youâre okay withâŠâ âItâs okay, Wonwoo. If itâs permission youâre asking, here you goâ you giggle
He reaches behind you to open the driverâs side for you, âWas I being too awkward?â
âKinda, and itâs not like weâve never done it beforeâ you joke, he just rolls his eyes at you
âGoodnight, drive safe. Text me when you get homeâ
You thought after getting all of that out of your chest you would finally fall asleep with no trouble, but oh boy youâre wrong. It just kept you up all night, making you overthink things that haven't even happened yet.Â
Not to mention Wonwoo is also taking over your thoughts. Itâs silly, youâre a grown adult thinking about your ex-husband like youâre a schoolgirl having her first crush. You would be lying to yourself if you say he doesnât affect you anymore, even if you try your hardest Wonwoo will always always have a way to your heart. How could he not when he drew the map out himself.Â
The next few days went by like normal, the two of you busy with your own lives that the whole topic of baby making became overshadowed by other stuff.Â
Itâs not rare for Wonwoo to go over at your place, it used to be hisâ too. When you said youâre the one moving out after the divorce he was very adamant that you stay, it hurt to see him packing his stuff but itâs part of the process. There are days though that he comes to visit, either to cook and eat dinner with you or grab stuff he has yet to pick up or some lame excuse he made up so he can spend some free time with you.Â
He would never admit that, not after separating with you. He doesnât want you to overthink things like he is, itâs enough he gets to miss you even though you donât feel the same.Â
Oftentimes when he does feel that way, he finds himself knocking on your door and you always open the door for him.Â
Like tonight, itâs a Friday night. Instead of going out with his colleagues for dinner, he came here to cook and have dinner with you. He prefers your cooking anyways and you always make cookies just the way he likes it. Not too sweet, enough to satisfy his cravings when he has them.Â
âTry this, itâs a new recipe I found onlineâ you call for him, holding a piece of bread you baked. Instead of taking it from your hand, he takes a bite straight from your grasp. Gripping your wrist gently to hold it steady as he chews the freshly baked pastry
âMhm, thatâs good. Not too sweet, I like itâ
âRight? I didnât use as much sugar as the recipe said since I know you hate it when itâs too sweet. Good thing it came out okayâ you smile to yourself, slicing a few more pieces to share between the two of you. He watches you fondly, listening to the words that flow freely like you didnât even think twice about thinking about him.Â
The two of you eat dinner and desert before settling on the living room couch to watch a movie. Heâs sitting on one end while youâre sitting on the other, your feet resting across the space between the two of you. At first there was no contact between the two of you, then his hand rest on your ankles but it never moved.Â
You were too focused on the movie to notice Wonwoo looking at his phone when suddenly you hear him let out a chuckle making you look over at him
âWhat?â you ask
âThe guys went out tonight, as expected Dinoâs drunk. Look at this, he wonât go in the taxi againâ you scoot closer, folding your legs to sit next to him to look at his screen. When you see the picture you also laugh at the scene
âLooks fun, why didn't you go with them? Couldâve told me you were busy tonightâ
âNot really in the mood to drink tonight, Mingyu asked me to go golfing with him tomorrow so Iâll see them tomorrow anywaysâ he shrugs, turning his phone off before throwing it back on the coffee table. Throwing his arm behind the couch, he looks over at you
âArenât you tired yet? You had a busy weekâ
âHow did you know?â
âYou didnât message me as muchâ he answers
âItâs weird enough weâre still hanging out, now youâre saying I donât text you enough. Why did we spend that much on the divorce then?â you joke, he laughs too. The two of you share those jokes back and forth, sometimes some of your friends hear it and say you two are indeed weird.Â
âYouâre calling me weird when youâre the one who asked me to have a baby with youâ
âAnd you said yes! Which makes you just as weird as meâ you argue back
He just stares at you, itâs like time slowed down all around him and all he can focus on is you. Itâs been so long since heâs been this close to you, and the thought that he can be closer to you is sending chills down his spine.Â
âEarth to Wonwooâ you wave a hand in front of his face, he takes that hand and holds it in his. Intertwining your fingers with his. He misses seeing the ring on yours and his fingers, he canât tell you now but he still has them hidden in a drawer back at his place. It will only ever be yours anyways.Â
âYou know for an ex, we really donât really know the concept of personal spaceâ you mumble, voice suddenly getting more quiet as you look back right into his eyes
âItâs overrated, and like you said I have permission to invade this personal space. You can tell me to stop if you wantâ he breathes out.
You donât know when or how but now heâs much closer to you. Your noses touching each other, you can feel his breath on your lips.Â
âWhy? You havenât even done anythingâ you answer back, he smirks at you leaning even closer until his lips is one breath away from yours
âIâm about to do everything, you sure about thatâ
âShut up and give me a babyâ
And that he did. He kissed you, after a long long long time you finally felt his lips again.Â
You feel it against your own, you feel it all over your skin, you feel him everywhere. Wherever his skin touched yours is like fire burning you but in the most pleasurable way.Â
Youâre not sure what it feels like to ascend to heaven but tonight Wonwoo gave you a glimpse of it. Itâs not the first time for the two of you but tonight feels different, maybe because itâs been so long or maybe because thereâs a reason behind this but everything feels so much more.Â
Everytime he dove right in you, itâs like heâs making it his sole purpose to make you remember this. That youâll never forget how he feels against you, in you.Â
The rest of the night was a blur to you, too lost in a blissful haze. You remember being on the couch then the next youâre on your bed. Then you remember taking a not so quick shower before ending back on your bed where you fell asleep finally.Â
And itâs the best sleep you had in months. When you wake up you can feel your muscles screaming in pain, feeling sore all over.Â
Mentally sending a curse to Wonwoo, who you notice is nowhere to be seen.Â
âOh youâre awake, here I ordered breakfast for usâ speaking of the devil, he walks into the bedroom already dressed in jeans and a plain shirt he found in the closet.Â
You sit upright, wincing when you move your legs under the duvet which Wonwoo notices. Biting his lips to suppress a smile
âWipe that smirk off before I strangle youâ
âThought youâre into thatâ
âShut upâ You say, hugging the sheets against your chest as you look at the food he laid in front of you. Taking a sip of the coffee first, iced vanilla latte. He still knows your favorites.Â
âForgot to ask before we got carried away, are you off of any birth control?âÂ
âMhm, have been since the beginning of this year. Wasnât really with anyone so I asked my doctor if it was okay. I wanted to rest my body from all of thatâ
âYou havenât been with anyone?â he asks, not meaning to pry on your personal life but he already asked before he can think twice about it
You look at him, shaking your head slowly âNo, I was very busy with work and itâs not really in my mind at the moment. Have you? Not that you that bothers me or anythingâ you mumble
He watches you pick on the piece of strawberry on the plate, he takes the fork from you before eating the fruit knowing you donât like it then he slices the french toast for you before passing the fork to you.Â
âDonât want to piss you off this early in the morningâ
âSo you haveâ you stare at him, the annoyed expression on your face evident. This makes Wonwoo smile and let out a laugh âYouâre right, weâre bad at the whole personal space thingâ he teases you
âWhatever, you can go if you have somewhere you need to beâ you grumbled
How can he walk out now when youâre acting all cute. When will be the next time heâll get to see you like this, the morning sun glowing against your bare skin. His marks still evident on your skin, unbeknownst to you. Hair all messy from last night, and your lips oh god those lips. He can get lost in them again if you let him.Â
âIâm going out with Mingyu, you can call your cousin to askâ he says, taking his phone from the bedside table and passing it to you but you brush him off earning another laugh from the man
âIâm gonna go shower, want to join me?â he asks so casually
The coffee you were drinking goes down the wrong pipe making you cough, Wonwoo scoots over to gently tap you on the back âYou good?â
âItâs too early for thisâ you scowl at him when you see the teasing smile he had on. Smiley Wonwoo has always been your favorite and youâre always weak when you see him this happy. Youâre not really annoyed at him, just a bit annoyed at how he knows how much power he still has over you
âWeâll be quick. I need to go or else Gyu will talk my ear off for being lateâ
âHeard that beforeâ you chuckle âYou know what, nevermind. Iâll just tell him I was busy, I can be late for today. You like long showers right?â
Suddenly the sheets are pulled away from your body and his arms are under you, carrying you towards the bathroom âWonwoo, wait I didnât mean it like that. Wonwooâ you screech as he takes you inside.Â
More mornings and nights like that happen often, the two of you forgetting the piece of paper you both signed a year ago signaling the end of your marriage. Most times he finds himself waking up on your bed and you safely tucked by his side.Â
Thereâs this lingering fear in his mind that if he gets used to this again then what will he do when itâs gone. What if one day he has to wake up again, alone. The thought alone makes him restless, he pulls you closer to him and you make yourself comfortable on his chest. Seeking his warmth like itâs a need. And that there is enough to shush his worries.Â
The initial goal got lost in your head until your phone notified you that itâs supposed to be that time of the month again. You double check the date and indeed the reminder was right but no sign of your red friend.Â
Itâs probably too soon to tell but you hurry home and lock yourself in the bathroom where a few hours later Wonwoo found you.Â
âWhere are you? Are you- hey, there you are. You had me worriedâ Wonwoo kneels in front of you, brushing the hair away from your face to look at you âTalk to meâ
You donât say anything, you just look at the counter making Wonwoo follow your gaze. There he sees a few boxes of pregnancy tests opened.Â
âDid you check it?â he asks but you shake your head
âDo you want me to?â you nod your head.Â
He gives your knee a squeeze before standing up, with careful steps he walks over the counter to see the results. Thereâs a few on the counter all lined up with, he flips them over.Â
You watch him instead of peeking at what the tests say, the expression on his face was enough for you to decipher what they say
âOh, babyâ he breathes out, smiling at you before engulfing you in a hug and there you break down. The tears flowing down your face.Â
âShhh itâs okay, we wanted this right? Itâs a good thingâ he whispers against your hair
Wiping the tears away, you step out of his embrace then walk out of the bathroom
Wonwoo follows behind you, âHey, talk to meâ
âIs this really what you want? What if youâre just saying that because of me, what if you feel trapped once the baby is here? What if this isnât even what you wanted? We already separated right, what the hell are we even doingâ
He rushes in front of you, holding your face in his hands, âHey hey donât say that. Youâre not trapping me, and I wanted this too. Iâve wanted this for a long time but we just⊠it didnât work out for us the first time. Iâm sorry we had to go through that but Iâm not leaving you again. Whatever you want me to be, wherever you want me to be thatâs where youâll find meâ he assures you, wiping the tears as they cascade down your cheeks
âWhat if the love youâre feeling for me is only because of this? I want us to be together again in the right time, for the right reasons and not just because we will have a child togetherâ
He smiles at you, never stopping from wiping the tears aways and he never will. From now on he vows to never let a tear slip down from your eyes ever again, there wouldnât be a single thing he wouldnât know how to fix if it meant heâll never see you cry again.Â
For you heâd try and fix this.Â
He pulls the sleeve of his sweater inside out, showing the end of the sleeve to you. There you see the familiar simple stitch in the shape of a heart. The purple thread bright against the black fabric of his sweatshirt.Â
âRemember when you sew this on all my clothes? You know I still have all of them. Remember what you told me? You stitched them there so Iâll never forget how I have your heart on my sleeve. We didnât say it alot but I know how much you loved me. And me wellâŠI love you, I have always loved you and I never stopped. I donât think I can, not ever. If you think right now isnât the right time for us then Iâll wait. We can walk together side by side until we get there, Iâm not leaving you. Never again. And when this child comes, itâll be the three of us. Like I told you, if weâre doing this Iâm all inâ
Youâre not looking at him, still looking at the tiny purple heart on his sleeve.
âYou think.. I should do that to the babyâs clothes too?â you ask, finally looking at him with teary eyes and pouty lips. Wonwoo smiles at you, giving you the gentlest kiss on the forehead over and over again
âOfcourse, you can. Weâll do whatever you wantâ
âSo weâre really doing this?â you breath out, finally itâs starting to sink in
âWeâre doing thisâ he nods his head
And that marks the start of your story once again. Your new beginning with him. And thereâs no better happy ending than that.Â
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puppy love !!
1:16pm
kats đ: come to supply closet
yn: ugh i want to so bad but kami pissed off aizawa and heâs put us on lockdown âčïž
kats đ: are u fr
yn: im sorry can u wait like ten minutes for him to calm down pls
kats đ: fine.
you tap your foot impatiently for the next five minutes while watching aizawas anger slightly fade away, slowly but surely.
taking a deep breath and standing from your seat, you begin to walk towards your irritable teacher. you can feel your friends eyes wide and gaping at you in shock.
âmr aizawa, could i use the restroom?â you ask, faking confidence.
he takes a deep inhale before looking at you like you are the most infuriating thing on his mind right now.
âmust you?â he asks annoyed and you shuffle on your feet before nodding.
he sighs again, taking his eyes off you and resuming his attention on his computer screen.
you stand there confused for a full two minutes before he sighs and stares at you once more.
ââŠgo??â he mutters, as if you shouldâve already anticipated his answer and gotten out of his hair.
you thank him and rush down the hall, passing the girls washroom, and the class katsukiâs supposed to be in, before finally reaching the supply closet.
you check your surroundings before grinning at the absence of people in the barren hallway before entering the supply closet.
âhi.â you say, backing up against the door to shut it and holding your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress your smile.
your boyfriend looks up from his phone, frown turning into a smile of his own thatâs reserved only for your eyes.
âtook you long enough.â he says, feigning annoyance.
you giggle and play with your fingers while continuing to lean against the door.
âyou know aizawa.â you defend.
he hums, taking slow steps towards you.
âyeah.â he says, looking at your lips.
âi do.â he mumbles, mostly to himself as he grabs you from your spot against the door and presses you against one of the many shelves holding various cleaning products.
you squeal as he does so before you feel his lips press to yours, filled with love and the excitement of a fresh relationship.
you continue giggling as he presses several kisses upon your waiting lips.
getting slightly fed up he moves to your cheek, giving you sloppy kisses on purpose to make you squirm.
âk-kats.â you heave between fits of giggles.
âyou deserve it.â he says, licking his lips to make them almost disgustingly wet as he continues to kiss along your face.
âstop it tickles!â you gasp, attempting to push your boyfriend away.
âuh uh.â he mumbles and bites your nose.
âoh!â you squeal.
âyouâre so- ugh! gross!!â you whine.
he finally ends his attack and you struggle to stand as you gasp from laughing too hard.
âoh my god, kats.â you pant.
he smiles at you, reaching down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before questioning you.
âwhat?â he asks gently. too gently for that post attack mode youâre in.
âyouâre so annoying.â you frown, wiping his spit off your cheek.
he laughs softly, caging you in the shelves once more.
he lowers his head to your chest, resting there while you clean yourself off and smooth out your hair.
when you finish you sigh, dragging your fingers through his locks of hair.
he smiles softly.
âi missed you, you know.â he mumbles, not looking you in the eyes.
âyeah?â you ask, grinning.
he huffs, shoving your face away with his hand.
before you can retaliate you feel him place warm kisses up your neck, free of spit. while he makes his way up your face his hands make their way around your waist.
you hum, satisfied with this treatment and wait patiently until he makes it to your lips.
when he does, you smile as he pulls away to look into your eyes. then presses his lips to yours sweetly.
the two of you share soft kisses for another 15 minutes until you have to part ways.
9:37pm
yn: can i sleep over tonight?? đ«¶đ»
kats đ: fuck yes get over here
yn: SPRINTING!!
katsuki heard a soft knock on his door before you come barrelling in, jumping on him while he lays in his bed and he catches you, scooping you up and plopping you on his lap.
âwhat was the point of even knocking if you didnât let me get the door?â he asks.
âwell i wanted to give you a warning, what if you were watching porn or something?â you smile, shoving your face in his neck and nuzzling.
âi knew you were coming over!â he groans.
âwell what if you wanted to schedule in a quick wank before i got here?â you ask, giggling to yourself and pulling back to look at him.
he drags a hand over his face in annoyance.
âyouâre soâŠâ he trails off, huffing and removing his hand from his face.
âsoâŠ. kissable?â you ask before pecking his lips.
âhmm.â he faux ponders for a moment before grabbing your hips with strong hands and squeezing tightly.
ââŠ.yeah.â he decides, kissing you and letting your arms wrap around his neck in agreement.
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[3:18 pm]
three months later
âi havenât seen haechan this happy in months.â mumbled jeno, watching the scene unfolding across from him. there you were, animatedly explaining some workplace drama to haechan, who definitely wasnât paying attention to anything coming out of your mouth, too busy staring at you with hearts in his eyes.
âi know, right⊠itâs disgusting.â renjun deadpanned.
âcâmon jun, acting like you werenât also rooting for them back in school.â mark chided. âhe finally got his shit in order, now look at him, like a lovesick puppy.â he teased.
âare you guys gonna keep to one corner for your date the entire afternoon or are you gonna tell us how haechan finally romanced you.â chenle sighed, waiting impatiently for the story.
âoh he romanced me alright,â you gushed, ready to fill them in, while haechan only grumbled, sinking in his seat, not wanting them to know the nitty gritty details of three weeks prior when he finally asked you out.
á”
âso are we gonna go on a date yet or what?â haechan couldnât hide the jittery excitement even if he tried, his leg bouncing like he was ready to jump at any moment now.
it had been two months since you made up with him, accepting his apology, and vowing to rekindle your friendship at the very least.
âhm⊠well i donât know, i havenât been properly askedâŠâ you sigh dramatically, looking around with a rather bored expression. something finally clicks in his brain, you can almost see in the corner of your eye, a lightbulb over his head flickers.
what does he do?
âoh my dear y/n, please please please please can i take you out on a date? y/n i promise, cross my heart, swear on my nintendogs, i will make it worth your while i will wine and dine you so hard, we could do a classic romantic dinner and a movie i heard inside out 2 is doing super well right now⊠would you do me, lee donghyuck, the honor of going on a date with me?â the room is silent save for the literal panting he was doing, having said it all in one breath, on his knees, hands clasped together as he begged for a proper date.
your mouth was agape, you shouldâve expected such theatrics from haechan, but it wasnât any less surprising to hear such a sincere level of dedication and desperation.
âinside out 2 sounds like a good plan,â you murmur, which is immediately met with haechan doing a victory dance of sorts.
á”
âcheck out romeo!â even jisung took part in the teasing, making haechanâs ears burn bright red.
âokay, cut it out! i thought it was cute, thatâs all that matters.â you pouted at their relentless teasing.
âi thought that was a great way to ask someone out, i expect nothing less from a real man!â
âsure, jaemin.â renjun muttered.
âitâs fine, y/n,â he grabs your hand softly, âi can put up with the jokes, as long as iâm yours.â
âbarf.â
ârenjun!â
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a/n ; its overâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. i would like to thank u guys đ for being here with me âčïž for my first ever fanfic đŁ i have a long way to improve still,, especially with happy endingsđ€ cuz this is kinda corny im w renjunâŠ.. BUT srsly im glad u guys enjoyed urs up til now and i hope it lived up to ur expectations,, feel free to leave ur thoughts and comments and opinions or any questions in my inbox (so i have an excuse to yap),, i do think with time i will eventually add more bonuses and standalone content that can tie in to the urs!au (so i have more excuses to yap) ,,advice is still appreciated!! xoxo jelly
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Baby, you drive me crazy
ᄫᥠpairing: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader
ᄫᥠsynopsis: there's no denying, Jaehyun is utterly crazy for you and he's determined to show you just how much whether it takes the whole night til' morning.
ᄫᥠtags/warnings: smut!, oral (f recieving), fingering, kissing/make-out, unprotected sex (dont forget to wrap it up!), hand job, nipple&breast play, blindfolding, creampie, multiple orgasms, cowgirl&mate-press, ossessive jae :0, cursing, pet-names (baby, darling)& name-calling (good girl)
ᄫᥠw.c: 2.5k
ᄫᥠa.n: erm⊠hey guysss!! its been over a week since my last fic && i decided to come back with another one! this one came to be while i was writing my previous one (if u havenât checked it out here it is: a wish or two.)! honestly the inspiration for this lies on a song, 3D by jungkook⊠i love jaehyun so much i literally canât stop writing abt him ă
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, i have my txt concert today, very much excited hehe!!! anyhow bye bye for now ;( i love u all && stay safe plss. jiji out đ€ !!!
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weâd arrived back at my apartment after a long night. we went out to eat at this fancy italian restaurant, but dinner ended up being shorter than I expected. all because of jaehyunâs behavior.
I watched jaehyun as he shut the door, and took off his coat. I followed soon after taking off my coat.
âcare to explain what that was about jae,â I asked as I took off my heels.
jaehyun faces me, âjealousy.â I looked at him puzzled, âyou canât be serious jae.â
âbut of course I am,â he said, backing me into a wall. âyouâre mine yet that stupid waiter has the audacity to look at you like some full course meal.â
âhe was not,â I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. âhe so was, and right in front of me too!â he says, slightly raising his voice. âwhatâs up with him?â
âjae-â he interrupts me. âyouâre mine. all mine. now say it.â
i just stare at him, blank. âhe canât be serious right now.â âwhy,â I muttered. he looks at me and smirks, âare you saying youâre not mine?â
âwhat? of course not!â I replied quickly. âthen why arenât you saying it,â he questions, heâs now a centimeter or two away from me.
âI-iâm yours.â
his smirks turns into a smile, âfuck do you drive me so utterly insane.â with a lift of his hand, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. âi love you,â he kissed my cheek. âthatâs why i do this shit because i love you,â he repeats.
âi love you so fucking much baby itâs driving me insane. I want to murder every fucker who even dares look your way.â he whispers into my ear. a small whimper leaves me; his words, closeness, and whispers send a warm sensation throughout my body.
he brings his lips to kiss my ear, then temple, cheek, and jaw, ghosting over my lips. oh god how i wanted him already.
âgod, you're so beautiful. the things i would do to you right now,â he mutters.
I hesitated for a moment, âthen show me.â I could feel as my face heated up from the embarrassment. I hear a small chuckle before he says, âoh I will baby.â
in a flash all clothing was gone from our bodies, lips clashing against each other. it wasnât gentle, sweet, or delicate; it was rough, wet, and hot. jaehyun's tongue invading my mouth, and his hands rubbing all over my body as I straddled him. I could feel my wetness seeping into his thighs, and his semi-hard cock resting on my ass.
I moaned into the kiss whenever he would slap my ass harshly, and then grope it. he parted first, âyou're leaking so much onto me, want me that bad huh?â he teases. âye-yes please,â I begged him. I always turned into a fool, heâd turn me into a fool. however I wasnât complaining.
âtell me then, fingers or tongue?â he questions me, as he sucks onto my neck. I was sure to wake up with a million love bites and marks tomorrow. âto-tongue!â I yelped when he sucked too harshly. I felt as he smiled, parting from my neck.
âlay down for me then darling.â I obliged, quickly laying on my back, spreading my legs open. âgood girl,â he says, slapping my cunt. I moaned out his name and arching my back.
jaehyun kisses his way from my mouth, to my tits, stomach, and then my clit. his lips lingered on my clit for a while longer before licking a strip on my cunt. my legs immediately lock around his neck, hands gripping his hair. he kisses my inner thighs, sucking on the skin too. he give my right thigh one bite, making me lean towards his face. he lets out a breathy sigh before indulging me.
jaehyun begins with his kitten licks against my cunt. then moving onto giving my clit some attention. I feel as his lips wrap around the sensitive nerve. his fingers then pry open my folds. he sticks his tongue in for a second before pulling out. I could tell was all in effort to tease me. I groaned in frustration, I wanted him so badly. âpatience baby, or else I won't hesitate to stop.â I stay still, and he begins again.
his tongue continues working against my folds and clit, licking and lapping everything up. âso sweet, pussy always tastinâ so yummy,â he mutters on my cunt. he devoured me like i was his last meal, like this would be the last time he could enjoy such a delicacy. his eyes flickered up to look at me as he slid his tongue in between my folds again. he teased my hole, poking his tongue in and then pulling out. with me one last lick he parting from my pussy. i whimpered at the loss of sensation.
âwhyâd you stop?â I looked at him. âbecause I wanna try something real quick,â he says mysteriously. I watched as jaehyun entered my closet, he seemed to be searching for something. that something ended up being a⊠âblindfold?â
he came back, his knees dipping into the mattress. I placed my hands on his chest, stopping him from getting closer. âwha-what are you doing?â I asked nervously.
jaehyun plasters on a smirk, âwhat does it look like, iâm blindfolding you.â I let out a small gasp as he wraps the fabric on my eyes. it was pitch black, but oddly enough this was turning me on. jaehyun was fulfilling his dark fantasy.
I could only feel what he was doing to me. his lips kissed my cheek, jaw, and lips in a gentle manner. his lips then moved along to my breasts. he engulfed one of my breasts into his mouth. he sucked on it before licking and biting on my nipple. the sensation caused me to squirm which only made him groan onto my breast.
meanwhile the other breast was being fondled by his hand. I felt as he continuously pinched my nipple with his fingers. those fingers and tongue of his were like magic, i was practically wet all over again. after a while he gave my other breast the same treatment, but his hand went further down.
he rubbed my clit with his thumb and used two of his fingers to rub my folds. he parts from my breast with a pop, âso wet all over again arenât ya?â I nod my head, unable to speak. I felt his lips going back to my breasts, and his fingers working on my folds. then unexpectedly intruded into my hole. I moaned out his name, arching my back. being blindfolded like this was a new yet thrilling experience. i loved it.
I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet pussy as his fingers thrusted in and out of me. he groans on my tit when I clenched around his fingers. âmmm~ do-donât st-stop!â I practically screamed. I was closer to cumming than usual, but I didnât care I needed to cum so badly. he lets go of my breast, âyou love that dont ya? love the blindfold?â âyes!â I screamed unconsciously. I hear as he lets out a chuckle, âyou wonât stop clenching around me, you close arenât ya?â
âye-yes pl-please~ let me cum.â âhow nice of you to beg, such a good girl you are,â he says. however, his actions prove otherwise. all sensations of my upcoming orgasm gone. jaehyun took his fingers out, âopen your mouth.â I opened it, and he placed the fingers laced with my juices into my mouth. I sucked and licked his fingers clean, squirming underneath him. I just wanted to cum so badly at this point. I needed it.
he takes out his fingers from my mouth. âgood girl now I think you deserve to cum donât ya.â I chanted âyes!â and a satisfied groan erupted from him, before he went down. he placed my legs on his shoulders, in which I locked them around his neck. sweet kisses were placed on my inner thighs, with a bite or two along the way. that was until he reached my aching cunt.
he wastes no time this time around. jaehyun begins by licking a strip on my cunt before diving his tongue into my hole. I could only feel as his tongue pushed inside me, stretching me open. I buckled my hips forward, wanting his tongue to reach me even deeper. his hot breath came in contact with my clit, elevating the stimulation. I was losing it, wet patches of tears formed on the blindfold. the knot in my stomach tightened but was ready to break loose.
his tongue curled against my velvety gummy walls. so close, I was beginning to tighten around him. he thrusts his tongue inside, but then I feel something else inside me. I instinctively reach to pull the blindfold off. my eyes immediately to shooting to jaehyun. he had not only his tongue inside me now, but his fingers as well. âoh fuck!â I moan. jaehyun flicked his eyes up, his tongue out. âwhat a bad girl you are, whyâd you take off the blindfold?â he questions licking my juices from his lips. I apologize, âI did it unconsciously!â
he laughs, before picking up the pace of his fingers. the rapid speed in which he thrusted within me was enough to have me crashing down. my pussy gushed out, I was embarrassed. my orgam evident, as it was all over jaehyunâs chest and arm. fuck.
âso messy,â he says, kissing my lips. when he pulls away, he starts licking his fingers clean. groaning and whispering how delicious I taste.
a moment later, jaehyun ended up laying beside me letting us rest, but I had no desire to rest. I got up and straddled him. one of my hands traveled to his cock. I used his pre-cum as a lubricant to stroke him. I jerked his cock at slow pace, wanting him to feel desperate and beg for me. however, jaehyun only let out groans, his face scrunching. âhow cute,â I muttered. he opens his eyes, âwhat was that?â I shake my head, dismissing his question. before he can ask again, I lift my hips. jaehyunâs cock was still in my hold, it was rock hard now.
I aligned myself to his cock, sinking myself into him deeper and deeper. his length never failed to satisfy me. he was always so, âb-big!â I squealed. his hand slaps my ass, âand this tight pussy can never get used to it, huh.â I moaned at his words, clenching on his cock. once I got it all in I felt the fullness in my stomach. his tip touched my cervix so perfectly.
with his hands on my hips and mine on his chest, I began bouncing on him. I started slowly, getting myself adjusted to him first. after a while I began going faster, I watched as jaehyun kept his gaze at where we were conjoined. I bit my bottom lip, as I continued riding him. the pleasure was electrifying, his cock reached my deepest spots.
jaehyunâs gaze tore from where we were conjoined to my bouncing tits. the poor things were practically on top of his face, bouncing as I bounced on him. jaehyun took his hands to cup both breasts. he squeezed them together, bringing his mouth to my nipples. his tongue licked and glided on my nipples, but then he used his teeth to bite on my buds which elicited small moans from my mouth. âj-jae!â I called out for him. his eyes met mine, a small plastered on his face as he sucked on my nipple. âpl-please touch me here,â I asked, grabbing one of the hands on my tits down to my clit.
he lets go of my breasts, my statement and actions capturing his attention. âif thatâs what my baby wants,â he says, capturing my lips in a filthy kiss. the kiss was supposed to be a distraction, a distraction from the way he rubbed and pinched on my clit. our kiss concealed my moans, I was getting so fucking close. he mustâve felt it too as I began clenching around his cock and slowing down my pace. he parts from the kiss, watching me intently as I finally reached my high. I threw my head back, rolling my eyes to the back as I spasmed around his cock. âfuck, youâre so beautiful,â he groans, lifting himself up a bit.
his hands stoked my back, his lips leaving a gentle kiss on my shoulder. his actions felt sweet, gentle, kind but I shouldâve known. I shouldâve known the man below was going to take control. jaehyunâs hands landed on my hips once again, lifting my hips and thrusting them back down. my thurst met his thrust, it was so overstimulating that tears began pooling outâfuck.
jaehyunâs pace was ruthless, uncomparable to mine. it was a good thing though when I felt jaehyunâs cock twitch inside meâa tell all sign that he was close. his thrust got sloppy, and a low moan erupted from him. his hot white seeds shot inside my womb.
âfu-fuck,â i said weakly against his neck. he chuckled before kissing my temple. âready?â he says and before I could mutter a word he turns me with my back against the mattress.
âhold,â he says as he pressed my legs to my chest. I obeyed him, holding them while he jerked his cock. it didnât take long before he was inside me again.
in this position he reached me even deeper, it felt like I was folded in half. I watched as he placed his hands on top of mine to maneuver himself before he began thrusting. his cock wrapped around my cunt for perfectly.
âso fucking tight,â he said through gritted teeth. his trusts were so rough that I was sent into an abyss. every ounce of my body felt the pleasure. i could only chant his name like a prayer, whimper, and say incoherent words. my brain and senses were gone, the only thoughts consuming me were him, his cock.
âpl-please! mm-more! donât stop jae!â all I could hear was a low curse from him, before he bent my legs a little deeper. he ravaged me like an animal. at this point i was yelling, not caring about the neighbors or their sleep. i only cared for him.
suddenly the knot in stomach unleashed, my pussy tightened around his cock as my orgams came gushing out. it splattered all of his chest and thighs. it felt so relieving.
jaehyun bites his bottom lip, his cock twitching inside me once more. he kept going at it throughout my orgasm in an effort to reach his.
it wasnât long before his seeds coated my walls again. âgood girl, you did so good for me baby,â he says as fucks his seeds into me even deeper. a while later he finally pulls out, my pussy feeling a sudden emptiness. yet my womb felt so full.
I turned to my side, when jaehyun laid down beside me. he embraced me, the warmth radiating throughout my body. he kisses his way to my mouth, parting to say: âdonât think weâre even done yet. I promised to show you just how much I love ya even if it takes all night long.â
© jhdyuiee
2024.05.21
final a.n: thank you so much for reading! i hope this was a read you all enjoyed! live laugh love jaehyun đ
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Racing Hearts Pt. 3
f1!driver!jason x reporter!reader
A/N: Another chapter, another story filled with jason todd đ€ it makes me so happy to continue this au and to see my beautiful gremlins enjoying it as well đ„č the comments for the tag list are so helpful (im new to that bear with me <3) but i love reading any comments about the story, any predictions your great minds have, or if youâre just looking forward to the next chapter :D so ENJOY and comment if your comfortable <3
See you in part 4 COMING SOON :))) also check out the masterlist for this series linked here <3
Tags: banter, agonizing fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, spice if u squint đ
Word Count: 3.1k
Tag List: @jaybirdstreet @gallusstuff @meowkn @velvetberries @i0lovepink00 @rayaskoalaland @spidernuggets @janybabyy @deimks @yasmin-oviedo @bigraga-sk
yourmom34: Why am I kinda invested?
imjasonsrightleg: Bye, update me when they start dating
potatoislyfe: He has chemistry with EVERYONE
notrealroyharper: THAT SHOULD BE ME
bigbootylicious87: Is it just me or are they entirely different from that press conference???
justicefortacoman: I canât believe Jason moved on from taco man :(
âI canât believe this.â You said to yourself, setting down your phone to no longer read the comments.
Leaning forward until your arms rested on your knees as you sat on the couch.
You had completed one full interview with Jason. His management wanted to film it. A new press strategy to help their racers gain more popularity outside the track.
You had agreed.
Broadcast journalism had been an area of interest because of the age of the internet and how fast news can spread through social media.
Now they wanted you and Jason to interact.
Jasonâs social media team had pitched that you two sit down, you ask him questions and Jason would be the charismatic man he was.
It was simple, something you had done with many athletes, but it was Jason. A man you had multiple meals with, volunteered with, and almostâŠnevermind.
You thought you masked it well, set personal away from professionalism, but you were clearly wrong from the comments on the video.
You had watched it on your phone, curiosity scratching at you when you cooked lunch. Then when you couldnât take it, you pressed the play button.
You were in denial. Ever since you came back from your volunteer work on Jasonâs motorcycle, you had tried to play everything off with as much nonchalance as possible.
You didnât mention how close your faces were that day. He dropped you off after the work in Crime Alley. You waved goodnight.
You didnât see him until you got the call from your company. The interview filmed, quickly edited, released and you continued to deny.
But how were you supposed to deny what you saw on the tiny phone screen. It was out in the open, the public knew, you knew.
Did Jason know?
Did he see what you denied to yourself?
Or maybe he was just too good at looking good with anyone?
His fan base even made a running joke to pretend he has chemistry with anyone he interacts with in public.
You were just the next contestant.
That had to be it.
jasonjustonechance51: Was Jason kindaâŠshy?
redhoodsgyatt: IâVE NEVER SEEN THAT FOINE MAN LAUGH LIKE THAT IM IN LOVE?
tortillagrease861: I donât know who this beautiful man is but I need him.
redbulljasonismywater69: I was trying to gatekeep him, but I guess I can share cause everyone deserves to see this man smile
poopoobatman417: He is so boyfriend
You threw your phone back onto the couch cushion, reading anymore comments was not helping.
After calming down and a movie break, you checked Jasonâs social media and Red Bullâs racing account. There were the usual clips, Roy and Jason being the most popular duo.
Multiple edits and clips of them doing miscellaneous things. It wasnât that bad, maybe you werenât his focus right now.
But you were conflicted, it was good if the video of the two of you went well. It was better than being popular from negativity.
You could live with this.
A notification popped up on the top of your screen, perfect font displaying âMr. Todd has sent a message.â
Speak of the devil.
Mr. Todd: want anything?
You clicked on an image of a menu.
He always knew how to get you. A late night meal wouldnât hurt.
You: Miss me already?
You: Combo, medium, sprite
Mr. Todd: kay
Mr. Todd: my place or yours
Oh no.
You had just come to terms with thinking you meant nothing to this man.
You watched three dots float at the bottom of the messages, anticipation eating at you.
Mr. Todd: couldnât get enough of you after the interview
You needed to check yourself into the hospital at this rate.
Fuck read receipts, now you needed to respond.
You: bro I donât know where u live
Mr. Todd: bro I can just tell u
You: bro my place
Youâre an idiot.
Mr. Todd: Brok
You: brok?
Mr. Todd: bro + ok
You: return my food
Mr. Todd: too late I already left and the kind lady gave me a free drink
You: I hope u drop ur free drink
Mr. Todd: no sprite for u then
You: wait
You: the sprite is innocent
Mr. Todd: this hurts me more than it hurts u
You saw a picture appear in the messages. He was holding the cup of sprite over a familiar ledge. The ledge of your apartment building floor.
You grabbed your keys, pulled on some quick sneakers, haphazardly put on, laces loose. You raced out of your apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the hall.
You ran to see Jason near the open ledge, night air surrounding him. Seeing his face turn to you, a smile spreading on his face.
You ran to save your sprite from his evil hands.
âAw, so excited to see me that you didnât put on your shoes properly.â Jason quipped, letting you take the hostage from his hands.
After securing your drink, your turned around. Eyeing Jason from your side.
He waited, a soft look on his face.
âWell, are you coming?â You walked forward, small smile perfectly hidden from Jasonâs view.
ââ
You had sat down in front of your TV, putting your drink on the coffee table. You grabbed the remote trying to browse through several movies.
Jason had followed you in through the front door, taking off his shoes as soon was he walked in. He slowly walked toward you, taking a good look around your apartment.
You tried not to look at him, choosing to focus on your TV screen as he surveyed your one-bedroom apartment.
As he slowly stepped, you decided to chance one look at him.
Your eyes shifted toward his tall figure, he was oddly focused on your window, set near the small dining table.
It was a last-minute decision after you realized the format of your living room and kitchen. You liked watching the outside as you ate.
âWelcome to my home. Sorry for the mess, I didnât get the chance to clean up after you took my sprite hostage.â You leaned your head on your hand, resting yourself on the coffee table as you watched Jason.
âDonât worry about it, also you should lock your window.â Jason spoke.
You glanced toward the object in question, the latch was undone when you opened it earlier that day. You mustâve forgotten. It was a similar bad habit as never locking your balcony door.
Who would climb through that? Well, besides Batman, you donât expect any visitors.
âOh, sometimes I forget. But letâs eat first.â You shrugged.
Jason set the food down next to you, you felt the warmth radiating from the bag.
âI got it, your food should be the one on top.â Jason eyed the window, walking to it, snapping the lock into place.
You gasped.
âYou ordered the other meal I wanted to try!â You smiled in excitement.
Jason turned back to sit down next to you. Lazily leaning against the foot of the couch.
He raised an eyebrow at the sparkle in your eyes, a silent question obvious on your face.
âWanna try a piece?â Jason asked, giving in to the longing look.
âAw, thanks Mr. Todd.â You dug into the two meals in front of you.
Jason moved to sit closer to you. Your excitement over the food distracting you, delaying your nervousness and your earlier debate with yourself.
As you took a bite, happy with the combination, you clicked on a movie. Letting it play as you and Jason ate.
âI thought you were kidding when you asked me if I liked the movie Cars.â Jason said in disbelief as he watched.
âIt was for the interviewâŠand I was genuinely curious.â You kept your eyes on the screen.
âSweetheart, I donât race in NASCAR. You know that.â Jason looked at you, astonished.
âI know, I think itâs hilarious.â You flatly said, focused on the movie in front of you. âYou give off Lightning McQueen vibes.â
Jason nearly choked on his food.
âI feel like I should be offended.â Jason, stunned, looked at you.
You ignored him, letting him fret about your words as you finished your meal.
After Jason gave in and continued to watch the movie with you, you had cleaned up and the two of you moved onto the actual couch.
The soft cushions letting you sink in, sinking toward Jason who also dipped the couch. Letting a blanket droop over your legs.
He had taken his hoodie off, throwing it over a dining chair. Jason was clearly comfy for the night, in sweatpants and a t-shirt that hugged him nicely.
You were content letting your body relax. Watching animated cars as Jason, the fastest formula 1 driver, sat near you in your apartment.
With a full stomach and in pajamas.
Crazy how things worked out.
You smiled at your realization.
Your eyes felt heavy, the couch warm next to Jason.
Jason mindlessly watched the movie, pouting a little that he couldnât believe that you thought of him like the red car.
Then he felt your weight on his shoulder.
He glanced to his side, seeing the top of your head. His heart raced. You had fallen asleep, a nice weight to his shoulder.
He saw your eyelashes, beautifully laid flat onto your cheeks as you gave into your sleepiness.
Call him a bad man, but he leaned his head on top of yours. Nuzzling into you.
You were probably going to wake up flustered, but he enjoyed making you nervous.
Seeing your ears going perfectly red.
Jason didnât know what color he liked, he ended up with many things, falling into the rhythm of going with the flow. His racing career, his instincts to ask his manager to set up an interview with the talkative reporter, continuing to get lunch with you.
Now he was here, feeding you, sitting on your couch.
Getting more infatuated with the lilâ reporter heâs growing close to.
He learned something new today.
He realized his favorite color was the shade of your flustered ears.
ââ
You were stirring awake, your eyes slowly blinking into the faint light from the floor lamp. Majority of the darkness still around you.
You must have fallen asleep.
But how could you resist? It was warm around you.
As your consciousness entered your mind, you realized a weight around you. Fitted loosely around your waist, a soft fabric touching your face, slow even breaths slightly moving the hairs on your head.
Your eyes widened.
Jason was curled around you. At some point in between your nap, you and Jason had laid on the couch. Fully extending your bodies, falling into each other to fit perfectly into the soft cushions.
Oh no. You stiffened.
Jason started to stir awake, instinctually feeling the heightened panic from you next to him.
He slightly stretched his body, taking a deep inhale before releasing it, then slowly opening his eyes to look down at you. Your big eyes meeting his.
He sleepily smiled, pulling his arm around you closer to him. Somehow managing to get you even closer to him.
You felt his heartbeat through his shirt.
A lovely feeling.
âJason.â You spoke into his t-shirt.
âHm?â Jason grumbled, trying to wake up, but refusing.
âI think you accidentally fell asleep.â You moved your head, so your words werenât mumbled into his body.
âI was going to leave.â Jason yawned. âYou fell asleep and I laid you down on the couch, but you grabbed my shirt.â He smirked, eyes closed.
You moved your head, raising your chin toward Jasonâs head above yours.
Your faces more parallel.
âWhat do you mean?â You quietly asked him, clearly surprised by the current situation, but still mindful of the sleepy man.
âYou wouldnât let go of me, so I tried sitting on the edge of the couch, but your grip never loosened. Then you kept tugging, so I finally laid down.â Jason continued to explain with his eyes closed, trying to keep his fatigue. âYou have a deadly drip by the way.â
âIâm sorry.â You sighed.
âWhy do you always do that?â He asked confused.
âDo what?â
âYou always back away every time I get closer.â Jasonâs eyebrows lowered, slight frustration in his tone. He was very expressive despite his eyes still closed.
âI donât do that.â
âYou were about to.â Jason pouted.
âIâm still laying next to you, Iâm not backing away.â You retorted.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant. I can feel your negativity surrounding you.â
âCome onâŠI just,â You hesitated. âI just donât want to bother you, to possibly cause a misunderstanding.â
Jasonâs eyes opened, full seriousness in his gaze.
âWhat if I want you to bother me.â He directly told you, eyes never leaving yours.
Your faces nearly touching, the tips of your ears reddening. Curse your blood flow.
âI donât understand.â You stammered, scared to peak into the direction this was going.
âI want to bother your life and I want you to bother mine. You make me feel alive because I want to talk to you, even when you donât want to talk, I still want your time.â Jason directly told you.
You didnât know what to say. Your heart racing as he continued to hold you, your faces close to one another, legs intertwined. His voice admitting what youâve been scared to say.
It was out in the open. Clear as day.
Maybe it was meant to be this simple.
You were just too anxious and stubborn to call it what it was.
You kept Jasonâs stare, his determination never faltering.
You pulled your hand from in between your bodies, releasing it from the depths of the blanket. You caressed his face, smoothing out the lines in between his eyebrows, softening his expression.
You smiled at your ability to control this man.
Maybe to the public he was rowdy, uncontrollable. But when you faced him, he was ready to come running when you held out a hand, waiting to rest his face in it.
He waited for your touch, your words, your quick glances.
You were the same. Ready to touch him, sing his name, memorize his smile.
You could barely contain yourself.
You leaned forward, kissing the man you longed for.
Your very first initiation towards him. No longer backing away.
You gently pressed into him. Both of your eyes closed, focusing on blurred touches of skin.
You want to touch him. You want more.
You rubbed where the back of his head met his neck, feeling the prick of his hair on your fingers. Your thumb rubbing behind his ear.
Jason matched you, letting feeling take over him.
He gripped your jaw, stretching your neck, adding another layer of desperation to your kiss.
Jason selfishly took your shared breaths.
When he wasnât satisfied with that he moved to lean himself over you, but you put a hand to his chest.
Stopping him.
In his confusion, eyes glossed over, he only looked at you, his mind trying to catch up.
You ended up rolling him over, your body laid on top of his, Jason laid flat on his back. He reached up to cup his hands to your face.
You leaned down, deepening the kiss.
You had no reason to hold back. If it was this simple to be with Jason, you wanted to waste no more time on what ifs.
You were comfortable, letting your body fall onto Jasonâs solid body. You wanted to feel more of him.
You readjusted yourself, straddling his waist near the waist band of his sweatpants. Jason panting, his breaths haggard.
You sat up fully, taking in the full image of him. It was beautiful.
âYouâre gorgeous.â Jason breathed, in awe.
He gripped the sides of your waist, rubbing through your shirt.
Despite never removing any clothes, you were just as worked up.
You panted.
You internally thanked your unconscious self for keeping a death grip on this man.
You leaned down, nipping at Jasonâs neck.
A sweet melody filled with Jasonâs voice gasping. You felt every breath and vibration as you focused on his neck.
Letting yourself mark him just above his collarbone.
You looked down, hazily rating your work.
Jason reached up and rubbed your cheek. His soft touch contrasting your desperation.
The rising sun, letting in a soft glow through the large window near your dining table.
What a great way to start your morning.
You didnât wake up this early, but to do this with Jason, you might have to start changing your routine.
Jason laid you back down to lean on top of him, He breathed into your neck as he held you close to him.
His large hands holding the back of your head, rubbing small circles.
âI told you Iâm not backing away.â You smiled into Jasonâs hair.
âI believe you now.â Jason chuckled, content in the comforting weight of you.
ââ
After another quick nap, you and Jason woke up, both of your hairs in a mess.
You were groggy, trying to help yourself to a cup of anything this morning, tea or coffee.
You watched Jason from your kitchen counter, he was learning where everything was. Memorizing the cabinets and drawers.
His broad back, a great view in your kitchen.
Your poor dining table window falling to second place.
You were in a daze watching his shoulders flex through the fabric of his shirt. It was like a switch flipped in you.
You shook your head, focusing back on the contents of your cup.
Jason made a cup of coffee, finally facing you. Leaning on the opposite counter.
Your eyes lowered to his stretched-out t-shirt around his neck.
You found what you were looking for, a purple blemish on his collarbone.
What a great morning.
Jason caught wind of your stare. Setting his cup down, caving you in-between his arms as he leaned on your counter.
Itâs like you were made to be in his arms.
You giggled, trying to continue sipping on your cup. Letting Jason kiss around any opening of your face that wasnât on the cup.
He was enjoying the moment, taking his time until you wanted to let him break.
When you had enough of the tickling sensation, you lifted your chin, letting Jason fully take your mouth.
The taste of coffee flooding you.
After your morning shenanigans in the kitchen, you spent the rest of the morning lounging, stealing kisses, possibly adding another blemish to match the other one.
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we pt4 â§.* tlou
pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader
summary - you and ellie make a promise.
a/n - okay fr my hands hurt i need to take a break but this is the endd (prob) did this need to be stretched out, prolly not but..i did it, lil angst, fluffy tho, wasn't sure how to end it but hope u like it
part 1, part 2, part 3
âtexas. thatâs still a ways down, isnât it?â you said, looking down at the annotated map. it was worn out, having been dropped a few times and even dropped in the water but the picture was still clear.
you looked over at ellie at her lack of response. her eyes were laser focused on the road ahead of you, only tearing her eyes away for a second once she heard you call her name. she raised her brows.
"you okay?" you knew the question was one that probably wouldn't be answered honestly, but it was worth asking anyway. she was still shaken up from what happened months ago. being back in the cabin, you barely encountered runners or clickers in the middle of nowhere. she'd started to wonder whether or not it was worth it to drag you from the home you'd already shared together.
"m'fine." ellie scratched her outstretched arm. she'd been driving for hours and you knew she'd barely slept.
"i'd believe that if you weren't zoning out every few seconds." you folded the paper up and tucked it into the console, angling your body to look at her. ellie glanced at you, sensing you were gonna say something. "lemme drive. i know how, a little bit."
"a little bit's not exactly reassuring, peach." she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. "just sit back."
"but, you're tired."
"wiiide awake." she stretched the words out like that would reassure you more. her eyes were in fact wide in atttempt to keep herself awake and not swerve off the makeshift dirt road.
"baby." her eyes seemed to soften at the pet name. she let her head hit the head rest, looking at you with a smile. she shook her head as she looked back at the road.
"not gonna let you do it." ellie sung.
"it'd be great! i'd drive, you could take a nap. how's that sound? a nap."
"are you talking to me like i'm a- i'm not a baby."
"but you're-"
"my baby." "my baby" ellie mocked you.
"you're so..i love you."
"i love you too, will you let me drive?"
"you're relentless," ellie eventually pulled over and gave you the reins for a few hours. she didn't go to sleep the first two, still unsure about your driving skills. not that she didn't trust you but learning to drive wasn't exactly a concern amongst people today, so she would get it if you couldn't. but when it was clear you would hold up pretty well, she couldn't resist sleep anymore.
ellie flinched at the sound of a rattling in the car. she looked around to see the car stopped and you in front of the car, checking out something under the hood, probably having no idea what to do. ellie took a moment to breathe, reminding herself that nothing was wrong this time. there hadn't been for months, you were fine.
when she got out of the car, she wore a tired smirk. "you broke it."
"no i didn't." you looked stressed, leaning your hands against the hood as you looked into the mechanics of a vehicle you'd only found days ago. you couldn't even tell what model, these things were practically useless without gas. you bit your lip as you tried for the problem, having no idea how attractive ellie found you like this. "i swear."
"it's alright." ellie wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and kisses your temple and your cheek. "would've ran out of gas anyway. we got it on foot." she rounded the car to grab her backpack and wrap it around her back. she came behind you and moved your arms to put yours on. "unless you wanna rest a while?"
"no, no i took enough naps." you adjusted the straps of your backpack before lacing your fingers with ellie's. "let's go."
you had become grateful of the extra rest being in a car had given you. unfortunately it made it easier to become winded when you'd become used to sitting on your ass.
on the bright side, you were almost to texas. the only scary thing was the uncertainty of being somewhere this new without knowing if you'd find a place like the cabin. and you knew if were anxious, ellie felt worse. "you okay?"
"you keep asking that." ellie as she tried not to look at you, which she loved doing, only not when you were so adamant on getting an answer. she didn't want to tell you she was still scared over what happened months ago. she'd been through worse, but it felt like none of it would compare to losing you. if she lost you, she was done.
"you usually give me some smartass answer. like that one." you jogged down the hill to catch up to her. "like before." you looked at her from the ground.
ellieâs eyes flicked over to you. her eyebrows furrowed as she caught what you meant. this wasnât before. not when you and her were essentially roommates and she tried to pretend as if she was falling in love with you. no, you were together now. she was trying.
she was pulled out of her thoughts by you tumbling down the grassy hill. âoh my-â she tried to run down to get catch you but ended up slipping herself.
ellie was in shock as she landed at the end of the hill onto finally flat ground. she was just recovering from the fall, dusting herself off when she heard you laughing. âwhat?â she asked, completely thrown off guard between what she was already feeling plus the added embarrassment from falling on her ass.
she stared at your carefree expression, allowing herself to let out a laugh of her own. she didnât exactly find the situation funny, it would be had she not had so much on her mind, but she laughed anyway. she couldnât help but laugh. after a while, it died down into quietness as you laid in the grass.
ellie looked at your relaxed expression and she was reminded of her fear. âyou canât leave me.â she said quietly. âyou canât leave me o-or do anything stupid to get yourself killed, okay?â she turned to look at you, her eyes pleading.
âellie.â you scooted closer to her, mirroring her. âiâd never.â
âyou swear?â her voice shook with emotions she wanted to push back down. "cause you've scared the fuck out of me before. i hate feeling like that."
âi swear on everything i love.â you pushed her hair behind her ear, your hand cupping her cheek. your eyes were filled with love as you swiped your thumb over her cheekbone. âthat includes you yâknow.â
âi-i got that.â she chuckled, blinking away tears. she wasnât a crier but of you made her one to wear her emotions when she hated to.
âyou have to swear to me too. no more martyr bullshit. i donât need you to save me, i need you to be with me.â your words were a harsh reminder that sheâd been thinking of what sheâd be like if she lost you but not you if you lost her. âswear?â
âi swear.â she leaned up to kiss your nose. âon everything i love, i swear.â she said before laying a soft kiss to your lips, course it didnât stay that way with both of your emotions on high. ellie pulled away with the need for air. she looked at you with all the affection in your eyes and swollen lips. âletâs get to texas, peach.â
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BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )
part two
summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. heâs effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but heâs also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.
warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet đ)
neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader
a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs youâd like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question iâm here xoxo
the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight itâs particularly bad.
you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. youâre not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know itâs not chris, because these picks are horrendous.
itâs already past two in the morning, not to mention itâs the middle of the week. you havenât been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonightâs party is relentless, demanding to be heard.
wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.
neither of your roommates are home; theyâre both off with their significant others, somewhere thatâs not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.
youâre usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that theyâre throwing something.
but tonight itâs just too fucking much. youâre tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you donât give a shit.
you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.
you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as youâre guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.
you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. itâs the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.
the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but theyâre all senior hockey players, and itâs the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?
besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, youâre so frustrated that youâre going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.
for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone whoâs fucking knocking.
so you twist the handle next, and itâs unlocked. of course.
it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.
the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.
you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually donât let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.
youâre already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so youâre just legs and shoes. youâve got no makeup on, and you didnât check your hair before you came.
but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesnât matter right now anyways.
you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.
his eyes find you before yours find him.
he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches thatâs shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.
but heâs no longer focused on anyone else, because heâs spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled heâs ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.
you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.
he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. heâs actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.
he canât help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if youâre even wearing a bra.
then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.
âwhat time is it, chris?â you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.
âi donât know, but i have a feeling youâre going to tell me.â he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.
it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.
two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.
âthe answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.â you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.
âwhy didnât you come? i missed you.â he pouts.
you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. heâs giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why youâre here like this.
âyeah, sure you did,â you turn back to him, ânow shut this shit down before i call the cops.â
chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.
âwow, somebodyâs grumpy.â
you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. âiâm serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or iâll do it myself.â
he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and heâs studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.
âyou donât have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know youâre my number one.â chris replies easily.
even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.
âas if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,â you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, âor call it off.â
chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like heâs admitting defeat.
âfine. iâll send everyone home.â
you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you donât have to actually get law enforcement involved. âthank yoââ
âon one condition.â he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.
âno conditions, chris. weâre not bartering right now.â
âcome to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. iâll even give you a practice jersey to wear.â he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.
lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, youâre actually not sure what game heâs playing.
âwhat, canât get a date without having to resort to blackmail?â you taunt, and he laughs.
âplease, i donât date. and iâd hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.â
thereâs a humorous glint in his eye, one thatâs daring you to say yes. whatâs there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.
youâre still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why heâs insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you donât care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.
âalright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.â you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though heâs clearly content that you caved in.
âyour wish is my command, princess.â
you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because heâs annoying, but he doesnât.
the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize theyâre being kicked out.
luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.
youâve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.
chris
see you friday
sweet dreams ;)
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