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dreaisgrayte · 3 months

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I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR WORKS. YOU HAVE ME SCREAMING AND CRYING. The amount of detail that you put into them is MWAH the freakin chefs kiss 😘 you have been promoted to my #1, please never stop what you're doing ❤️❤️❤️

on another note, would you mind if I requested a scenario with Gojo? Maybe something about fem!y/n being from a high ranking rival clan, who the Gojo clan has despised for their entire existence. Maybe y/n has always had a crush on satoru ever since they first saw each other as kids, but since they were raised to hate each other it never went any further than a small lil crush. but now they're adults and both powerful sorcerers, her feelings kind of just pop back up out of nowhere and satoru finds it amusing how even after all this time and the things that their clans told them about each other that she would still have her little puppy crush on him. Maybe it could be like a she fell first and he fell harder scenario? i'm a slut for those oh my gosh

thank you so much!!!!

That's so so so sweet of you! Honestly, got me giggling and kicking my feet. Careful, I will propose, istg. This... turned into a monster while writing it. I came up with a silly little plan and a silly little idea to incorporate into your request and then this monstrosity was born. If I wasn't told to stop... I might've never stopped writing on this. I L O V E D this idea. Friends to lovers/1 fell first then the other fell harder I EAT UP EVERY TIME. So, here's what my whore brain wrote <3 love you and I hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Gojo harasses the women he's actually into (he forgets how to flirt so just ends up bullying them), teasing, flirting, kissing, cowgirl, missionary, raw sex, a lot of touching, feelings...so many feelings

word count: 6.1k

The Crave | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

“Are you sure they’ll be there? I don’t want their son to look at our precious daughter.” Your mother holds you closely to her legs, clicking her tongue in annoyance when the maid nods her head. “Unbelievable. You hear that? Do they think they can parade that freak of nature around Japan? Well, they’ll have to see our daughter as well. She’s got the normal amount of eyes and isn’t staring at everyone with those ugly blue ones.” Her tone is harsh and for a six-year-old you, it’s hard to understand why she’s so angry. You also doubted that the young boy had six eyes.

Your father walks into the room, straightening his tie with a stern look on his features. “As long as they keep him away from her, everything will be fine.”

But as you were brought into the party, still close to your mother – you saw nothing but a boy with snow white hair and brilliant blue eyes. Sure the way he glared at you was slightly off-putting, but he was just a boy. He was alone in the room, but everyone seemed to be talking about him. Even your mother shamed him behind a gloved hand.

Your heart aches. What did he do that warranted such disgust for simply being alive? The Gojo clan and your clan had been at odds since the very conception of both. They bred powerful sorcerors for fame, gain, and wealth. He was yet another product of selfish desire, born into a role and body he didn’t ask for. His life ahead would be filled with always the underline of being strong. Somehow; being uniquely gifted gave him the responsibility to be used like a tool. You knew your fate wasn’t far behind his.

Though, his eyes sparkled like he knew some deeply funny thing about the world. That – even though his destiny was surely to be used up by his clan – there were still things to be enjoyed in the world. It made your…stomach hurt. Both a swirling breeze of cool and a stifling wave of heat. Boiled and frozen, pumping whatever this feeling was straight into your tiny brain.

That was the first time you ever saw Satoru Gojo, and you’d soon come to realize around the age of 10 that you had developed an infatuation with him. Children surrounded you, chattering about how you and Satoru were going to get married when you were older. Of course, you blushed and stayed quiet – which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea since the gaggle of children went screaming at Satoru about how you wanted to marry him. A less-than-ideal situation because those sapphire eyes tracked you down amongst the crowd and 10-year-old Satoru smirked. You were utterly done for.

Thinking back on the encounters you’d had with Satoru Gojo, you were glad your family hated him. It gave you an excuse to hide behind that fact because still – in your 20s – his face would appear in the back of your mind. You’d heard things about the miraculous powerful sorcerer he’d become from your boss at the special unit for special grade sorcerors. Your mother called you about 30 times just today to remind you Satoru wasn’t the strongest, you were. The Gojo clan was sneaky, they didn’t care about anyone else except for their gain. Your parents had raised you to be wary of anything the Gojo clan did, one misstep, and suddenly you’d be shipped off to the States.

It was a mix inside your stomach. The Gojos were not to be trusted and you most definitely were not allowed to interact with their heir. So when your boss comes waltzing up to you with a wide smile on her face, you know that rule is about to be broken. “YN, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Her laugh comes off rushed. Your boss knew about the tensions between the rivaling clans, working with special grade sorcerors required her to do so. Then why? Why the hell did she pass over a report with that stupid fucker’s face on it? “There’s a powerful curse roaming around Shibuya that needs the attention of,” she pauses, scrunching her face in thought.

You sigh, the annoyance in your body pooling in your joints. “Two extremely powerful sorcerors?” You offer, the fakest smile known to mankind presenting itself on your lips.

Nevertheless, she lights up and hits her fist on the flat of her palm. “Exactly! See, this is why we have you on the team!” She exclaims with a little too much vigor for your taste.

You watch her for a moment, noticing the way her long blue hair bounces around – almost like they were cheering you on as well. “Right…” You drag out the word, glancing at the file folder in your hand. “Why can’t Gojo handle it by himself then?” Her excitement seemingly drains from her face. You take note immediately. “Boss, how powerful is this damn thing?”

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Meanwhile, Satoru had the same look on his face – annoyance. He understood having two special graders go on this mission would ultimately be the best option, but you? What sort of sick play of the fates was this? You were always so, he groans running a hand down his face, perfect. Your reputation, your battle tactics, hell even your coworkers thought you were the best. That’s insane. What kind of person even has all of their coworkers think the best of them?

He tosses your folder to the side of his desk, wanting to bang his forehead on the surface of the hardwood just to make sure he is seeing things clearly. The higher-ups were always comparing him to you, making sure he never fell behind in anything. Your clan was just a bunch of prissy stuck-up snobs… but then again… so was his.

It’s useless, he was stuck going on this mission with you because no matter how powerful he was, he would never have power over himself. He reaches for your folder again, flipping it open. Along with the neverending list of your accolades and magnificent achievements, was a picture of you paperclipped to the stack of paper. A few beats of silence pass as Satoru stares at your face.

After a few more minutes he grunts and shuts the folder again. He focuses on pulling the black cloth back over his eyes. The curse would be a piece of cake, especially with both of you on the mission. That’s not what he was worried about per se. The tricky part was how unbelievably pretty you had gotten to be and how there was a growing ache in the pit of his stomach. Fuck, this was going to be a shitshow. Then again, he couldn’t help but wonder – with a growing smirk on his face – if you still had that puppy dog crush on him.

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“Yes, right this way ma’am.” A blonde man guides you toward Satoru’s office. He’s in an interesting outfit, not the usual sorcerer apparel. His tie is black and white forming an interesting pattern. His calm blue dress shirt is tucked into a pair of beige slacks. He’s very handsome and also looks very tired. Probably from dealing with all of Satoru’s bullshit if you had to guess.

He stops in front of a door and you almost don’t catch how his body deflates quickly with a tiny sigh before he’s back to normal. “Before I go in, please just call me YN.” Your body moves on its own, planting a hand on his rather muscular shoulder.

He attempts a smile, but it falters almost as soon as the corners of his mouth reach their peak. “Call me Nanami, Nanami Kento.” He extends a hand and you gratefully shake it. He seems nice. Then, he opens the door and leaning up against a desk is none other than Satoru.

Satoru is in uniform and you’ll be damned, he looks too good in it. How can someone that lanky pull off a baggy uniform? His fluffy white hair spikes out in a messy ‘I woke up looking this good’ way. Your heart – against every inch of your being, is thumping wildly in your chest. You should’ve double-checked his file to conclude he doesn’t have six ears. What if he can hear how erratic your pulse is? His azure gaze is locked in on the man beside you. “Thank you, Nanami,” Satoru smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You hear a grunt beside you and then Nanami starts walking down the hall. You watch him leave, wishing he could’ve stayed longer. You hear a loud cough from inside the room. Furrowing your brows you turn your gaze to Satoru, who looks irritated. “I thought you came to spend time with me YN, yet here you are not even paying any attention to me.” He complains, standing up.

You press your lips into a thin line. “We’re not here for a playdate, we have business to do.” You reply with a lash of venom in your cool tone. Satoru glances off to the side with an airy laugh and smirk. What was he laughing about? You were growing more frustrated with every second.

“Mmm, playdates remind me of when we were children.” He’s still looking off to the side like he’s watching a memory play out that only he can see. His gaze is back to you in an instant. “You had a crush on me, remember?” He cocks his head to the side, a teasing grin taking over his stupidly handsome face.

Your body cools with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. Oh, so he wanted to bring up the past? You put on your best ‘fuck around a find out’ smile. “Yeah, but that was before puberty hit and I had standards.” You answer the tone of your voice higher and sweeter than before. Satoru raises his brows as an amused expression takes over his face. “Shall we get to business now?” You snap, which only makes him burst out laughing.

Satoru is walking toward you now and the alarm bells in your head start flashing. “Hey, before that I have a question I’ve been dying to know.” He leans down, planting a hand on the wall next to your head to be level with you. You stiffen, growing uncomfortable. Not with Satoru being this close, but with how much your body seems to enjoy it.

Your brows knit together and a frown tugs your face downward. “What?” You fume, jerking your head to emphasize the word. Satoru observes you, that feeling in his stomach clawing its way up. His gaze falls to your lips for the slightest of seconds.

He swallows, the vexing emotion wanted to be near you, beside you, touching you, in you. How troublesome. The only way for Satoru to get rid of this feeling was to somehow annoy you to the extent you never came around him again. Granted – you didn’t anyway, but this exception had nearly driven him to the edge already. “When you were little, did you ever create an illusion of me? Did you hold his hand? Practice kissing him?” Satoru inquires, feeling full of himself. Your whole face drops. You must be in a different world because he did not just ask you that. A garbled scoff sounds from your throat as you gape at him, utterly dumbfounded.

You try to process what the hell is going on by opening and closing your mouth, raising your hands then dropping them again, and blinking rapidly. “Oh my God,” are the first words that you say. They’re also the next few thousand words you say considering how many times you repeat the phrase.

By this time Satoru has dropped his arm, regarding you with a rueful grin. He’s backed away a few paces and you finally point a finger at him. “You are disgusting. You mean nothing to me. You’re such an annoying,” You’re panting, anger rolling through you in cold and hot waves. “An annoying.”

“What YN? An annoying what?” Your eyes are going to bulge out of your head. He’s smirking again! Smirking!

“An annoying fuckface!” You scream, throwing your hands out in pure frustration. You groan exasperatedly before storming out of his office.

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Had you really called him a fuckface? What did that even mean? Satoru is staring at the ceiling of his city-rise apartment, unbelievably shell-shocked from the events earlier today. He flips over on his side. It hadn’t gone exactly like he planned, although he didn’t put much planning into the whole thing. Tomorrow morning you’d both meet up at Shibuya station to track down the cursed spirit. He should probably apologize for acting like an idiot…he groans and flips back onto his back.

Morning comes like a weight of bricks. You’re both standing awkwardly in the station. The people passing by must sense something because none of them even look your way. Satoru points to the stairs leading to the street level. “Uh, we could always patrol the rooftops…” He’s being so awkward. It was honestly a hit to his ego. Usually, the ladies ate up his tease em’ and leave em’ tactic. As he stares at you a blood-curdling scream echoes from the street above. Dust shakes off of the parts of the station as a loud explosion shakes the ground.

You glance at Satoru and he nods his head, a knowing smile creeping up his face. Finally, some fighting to get his mind off of whatever asshole thing he’d manage to say to you next. As you both reach the street ahead you’re met with chaos. Cars are being flung by a large lizard entity, but it has eyes everywhere on its body. Satoru is about to gauge an attack but you burst out laughing next to him. His footing stutters, eyes widening as he takes in your genuine laugh. It’s… kind of majestic. You hug your stomach, doubling over in laughter as you extend your hand to point at the cursed spirit. “Looks like,” you snort out a giggle, “Looks like you have some competition for having the most eyes.”

Gojo is immediately taken aback by your words. A woman runs screaming past you as you wipe a tear away from your eye. “Now let me show you a thing or two.” You sprint toward where rubble and wreckage cause obstacles. You make light work of climbing atop a sizeable pile of rebar and pavement. “Hey, lizard breath! Over here!” Jumping up and down, you wave your arms in the air. Did Satoru have to do anything? You seem to know what to do.

He watches you with a small chuckle as the monstrosity turns its bulbous eyes toward you. In the blink of its mucusy eyes, your image doubles. Thousands of you spread across the street, then start attacking the main body. Satoru grins, jumping in to join. “Think you could have all the fun without me?!” He yells toward you.

You’re surprised he could easily see which one of you was the real one. Though, you guess that’s what all those eyes were for. You were working off of one another – working with each other. If your clans could see you now. You’re both laughing and fighting like taking a walk in the park. Surprisingly Satoru can’t keep his eyes off you. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to protect you or simply because as you fought alongside him you proved you didn’t need his protection. When you were with him you didn’t rely on him. No, you could handle yourself, which made Satoru crave your attention. He was the strongest…but with you by his side, his strength would finally be supported rather than taken for granted.

It doesn’t take long to deal with the cursed spirit and for once Satoru is glad you’re required to come back as a team to fill out paperwork. That way he could get a little extra time with you. He smirks to himself as you finish up in Shibuya.

He likes the look of you in his office, sitting on the couch in the corner with a small table in front of you. A laptop, a stack of papers, and a cup of tea are all somehow set on top of the small space. Your hair is falling in front of your face as you crouch over to type away the report. He was supposed to be working too, but he’d be damned if he broke his gaze now. “You ever going to stop looking at me and actually fill out some of those files Mr. Gojo?” You hum, still concentrating on the screen in front of you. Of course, you’d figure out he was gawking, it’s not like he was hiding it.

Satoru clears his throat and glances away. “You can call me Satoru,” He pouts. When was the last time Satoru had requested a woman call him by his given name? Out of everyone else’s mouth, it was a simple endearment, but out of yours? That was something else entirely.

You sigh, pausing in your efforts to finish the paperwork before dawn. You roll your lips into your mouth and tap your chin. “I think I much prefer fuckface.” You say, then smile sweetly.

Satoru nods his head, pushing out of his seat. “Yeah? You want to call me fuckface or you want to fuck my face?” He banters. Your body tenses as you watch him sit on the edge of his desk. There's a pressure building in between your thighs that you can’t ignore. Your body feels like there are phantom touches caressing all of the places you yearned for Satoru to touch.

You huff and turn away from him. “Back to this? Where’s your dignity, your charm, your manhood?” You ask. You jerk to the side, shaking your head. “No wait- that’s not exactly what I mean to say please don’t-”

Satoru is already laughing. “My manhood? Damn, you really must be thinking up all sorts of illusions in there, but,” he crosses the room, stopping in front of your table. He pushes the laptop shut with his fingertips. “The real thing is always going to be better darlin’.”

It suddenly seems very hard to swallow, so you let out an awkward laugh before gathering up your things. “Right, sure, I have to go.” You stumble over your words, rushing for the door. If you didn’t get out of this room right now you were sure bad things would happen. By bad things, you meant letting your guard down for a second around a man who was just flirting with you for the hell of it. You were a part of a rival clan, which meant he couldn’t have you. That also meant he wanted you more than the average woman. Of that, you could be certain, but you wouldn’t be some plaything Satoru could throw to the side once he’d had his fun.

Behind you Satoru’s face had fallen, his chest rising and falling quickly as you scurry out of his office. Good, now that the real threat had been dealt with, he had some paperwork to finish. You’d be safer away from him, not wrapped up in his clan dealings and always having to live for others. For once, Satoru wanted to be truthfully selfish – sure he would go out, drink, party, enjoy one or two ladies, but in the end he was left with himself again. Satoru couldn’t save himself and he was scared that the only one powerful enough to pull him out of this desperate cry for help…was you.

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A couple of months pass by without hide or tail of Satoru. Working alongside him was honestly…freeing. You weren’t held back by the possibility of someone weaker getting hurt. You groan, turning your face to the sky above you. It was gratifying being able to let loose with your own powers. Usually that many mimics will render you immobile, but you were able to spring into action right next to them. “Ma’am, a report from the Tokyo campus,” A file is passed in front of you. As you glance through the pages you turn to glance at your boss.

She seems busy chatting away with one of the other sorcerers. You blow out a sigh and tuck the file under your arm. “Call them back and tell them I’ll be there within the hour.” You glance down at your sweats, wincing at the fact you wore such comfortable clothes to work. “Maybe make that 2.” You mutter, a disapproving scowl taking over your face.

You ran home to change into a pair of running shoes, black leggings, and whatever shirt was on top of your dirty laundry. Unlike someone else, you couldn’t teleport, so public transportation was your only way to reach the Tokyo campus area. Walking up the stairs takes a little more effort than you’d like to admit, but when you reach the top you’re met with a shirtless Satoru Gojo and Nanami Kento training. Your jaw practically dislocates from your mouth as you gawk. They were gliding through the air and Nanami somehow had a more excited expression on his face than before. Of course, Satoru notices you first, but that allows Nanami to get a whack in. “Hey! That was foul play.” Satoru hisses, holding his cheek.

Nanami shrugs, bending down to pick a towel off the ground. “Should’ve put your infinity back up.” He then glances at you and smiles. Your heart warms and a cheesy smile appears on your face. “Hey YN,” He waves and for a moment you’re awestruck by how handsome he is. The Lord was kind to these men. So…so very kind. Both of them were muscular, their abdomens shaped into ridges and divots. Biceps, triceps, everything went on in rippling splendor forever. You’d thought Satoru had maintained a scrawny figure, but you were certainly proved wrong and you were so glad you were.

“Hi there Nanami.” You walk over to him, picking up a stray water bottle on your way. You hand it to him but he shakes his head.

“Thank you, but that’s actually his,” he juts his thumb toward Satoru and your face falls. You toss it toward the silver-haired man and he annoyingly catches it with ease.

He glares at you, throwing his towel over his shoulder. “Yeah, thanks YN.” He grumbles. Nanami nods toward the school building.

“If you let me wash up I can take you to Yaga’s office.” He’s back to smiling and honestly, you might have a thing for smiles.

You latch your hands behind your back and giggle to yourself. “That would be really sweet of you Nanami.” Satoru snorts out a laugh on the other side of Nanami. You shoot him a glare.

“Why are you callin’ Nanami by his first name but you don me fuckface?” Satoru shoots toward you, frustration twinging all of his happiness from the earlier training session. Nanami peers between you two, and then his brows shoot up with an airy laugh.

“Oh my God you’re the one that called him fuckface? That’s so fucking funny.” Nanami laughs toward the sky, a soft sound coming from him.

Satoru grumbles to himself, rolling his eyes like a frustrated child. “You are coming with me.” He growls, latching onto your wrist and pulling you toward the school.

You stumble over your footing as he yanks you down the pathway. “S-Satoru w-wait oh my God!” You yell as you finally enter the building. He tosses you into the room you know to be his office. You falter backward, catching yourself on his desk. “What’s going on, what the fuck was that?” You hiss. He stalks toward you, throwing his towel onto the couch with a little more aggression than you’d like.

He closes the distance between you, his nostrils flaring and eye twitching. “Oh so now you call me by name? Oh well, it’s too late for that now princess. You’ve pushed me far enough.” He laughs hotly moving between your legs. He’s massive and his skin is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him through your pants. He towers over you in an overwhelmingly torturously attractive way.

It was hard to understand what was happening with the ringing of your heart covering all rational thought. “What are you saying? I’m not the one that made all those stupid jokes,” You mutter, looking away from him. He hisses, grabbing onto your chin and making your gaze settle back onto him.

He laughs dryly as you blink questioningly at him. “Yeah? You had that stupid crush on me, that’s what caused this.” He spits, but you still can’t decipher what he’s trying to get at.

Your lips part, letting out a small exasperated breath. “Listen, I didn’t mean to crush on you again, just old habits die hard I guess,” You explain, groaning as his grip tightens on your chin. His face looks tormented like some great plague has taken over his body.

He scoffs, tossing your face to the side. You grunt with the impact, narrowing your eyes in annoyance. “Again? Haaa,” He covers his eyes with his hand, groaning softly. “You ran away from me then ignored me YN… how does that scream ‘I have a crush on you?’” The hand that was over his eyes drags down his face. You don’t have an explanation for him because you barely had one for yourself. “You must’ve sent one of your puppets to walk around the streets by my apartment, the campus, but the one thing I can’t figure out is how you got one of them to walk around in my head. I can’t see anyone except you and I’m going crazy.” His eyes are pained and his breath is labored. You finally understand.

“Satoru…” You whisper his name with all the softness in the world, years of loving him building up into an insurmountable emotion. He turns away from you, covering his mouth this time.

“Fuck YN, don’t say my name like that.” He hisses and you swear you can see playboy Satoru Gojo’s ears blaze a red color. “You weren’t even trying earlier, but you made me so jealous. Nanami was flirting with you right in front of me and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it. I wanted to both be Nanami and beat the shit out of him.” He slowly lets his gaze turn to you again. “I think I’m in love with you YN,” His voice is nervous, and his eyes are flittering all over your face, searching for answers.

In love with you? Satoru Gojo was in love with…you? After all the years of your mother telling you to stay away from that boy. You were never supposed to be in this situation, especially not with the head of the Gojo clan. But you know what they say… actually, you didn’t really care about some emotional quote that would relate to this very moment because all you wanted to do – craved to do, was kiss Satoru until the sun set behind the Tori gate.

“Our clans aren’t going to be very happy about this new development.” You chuckle and Satoru rolls his eyes.

“That’s not an answer YN…” Okay, so he wants words. A confirmation? What exactly did you feel? Was it love? Was it something different? You didn’t have to know now, time would solidify whatever love is. All you can do is put a name to what you’re feeling.

You smile, a blossoming feeling thumping in your chest. “Yes Satoru, I love you.” You almost don’t get the words out because Satoru slips a hand into your hair and brings your mouths together in a passionate kiss. He kisses you like he’s been a starved man all his life, like he’s never wanted to kiss someone this badly.

Satoru is obsessed with the way you gasp between kisses and how your eyes squeeze shut. “You can open your eyes, I’m the real thing.” He chuckles and brushes his thumb against your cheek soothingly.

You weren’t afraid Satoru was one of your illusions, but rather how real this was in the first place. When you really want something you shouldn’t the whole world kind of falls away when you get that thing. When Satoru kisses you, it’s only him and that was terrifying for someone who constantly surrounded herself with things. You peek through your lashes at him anyway. “The same thing goes for me, I’m real.” You state lamely.

Satoru blows out a chuckle, grinning mischievously. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that, maybe you should show me.” His eyes darken and the sweltering heat you felt before nearly doubles in size and intensity.

You put your hand over the one he has on your cheek, lowering it until his fingertips brush against the swell of your chest. His brows shoot up and before he has much time to react you move it lower to the apex of your thighs. His breathing falters as he stares, eyes swimming with lust. “Come on Gojo, show me what a rival clan can really do.” The corners of your mouth lift in an enticing smirk.

For all the time he was irritating and downright egotistical, Satoru is a good listener now. He pushes you into the desk, groaning when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “You sure do drive a hard bargain.” His mouth tickles against your neck, kissing a trail down to your shoulder. He pauses, taking in a breath. “Mmm, you smell so good,” He mumbles against your shirt. You flush, embarrassment running hot through your veins. Did he like the smell of your dirty shirt? If you’d known the situation you’d be in right now, you would’ve put more thought into what you were wearing.

He brings himself back up toward your face, planting a deep kiss on your lips. A selfish moan breaks through as Satoru works his lips against yours. “God, you’re so good at that.” You breathe out. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest.

You take in his chest, appreciating the view. This earns a chortle from Satoru. “You know, I’m starting to think you only like me when my shirt is off.” You lean into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your eyes widen when you realize there’s something hard pressing into your thigh. How you didn’t feel it until now is a mystery because that thing is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Satoru grunts, pulling you up and off the ledge of his desk. “Do you feel that? I think I finally understand what the elders were talking about. All I want to do with you right now is ram my cock into you until I have you writhing under me. Then finish fucking my cum into your cervix so you can mother my children. That way, your parents will have to like me and my clan, because you’ll be a Gojo.” He’s being serious right now, setting you down on the couch.

You bite your lip curiously. “Do you plan on wedding me Satoru Gojo?” It’s a loaded question that he didn’t have to answer. It was a sweet moment and there you had to go asking a question like that. You don’t expect Satoru to sink onto one knee, take your hand, and place loving kisses on your knucks.

He meets your gaze, electricity burning between the both of you. “May you wrap my heart around your finger one day and bear my burdens as I will bear yours.” What was even happening? Marriage? Surely this was one big dream, because years ago when you were both kids even imagining this day seemed like a far-off occurrence. This was all so sudden, but in all honesty, when have the two of you ever conformed to conventional standards?

You were certain of one thing, you didn’t want your first time with Satoru Gojo to be on some dusty couch in the corner of his office. “Satoru… do you think we could continue…” You glance down, running your tongue over your lips. “This elsewhere?” His eyes glimmer, his mouth quirking up in a grin.

He stands, still holding your hand. “I just basically proposed to you and all you can think about is getting in my pants. Man, rejection stings.” He tuts, shaking his head. You roll your eyes as you both laugh, a heavyweight finally being lifted. Yeah, this felt right.

All at once you feel nauseated and dizzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, grasping onto Satoru like he was the only thing that could hold you up. “What the fuck was that?” You gasp, blinking your eyes open to find a completely different scene than when you closed them.

Satoru caresses your cheeks, grounding you to him. “Sorry, I promise you’ll get used to it, well… maybe not, but still I’m sorry.”

“Where are we?” You gasp, hands still clutching his arms as you peer around the living room you appear to be in. It feels less than lived in like someone staged the whole apartment – which is what you assumed Satoru had teleported you both into.

He scratches the back of his neck while nervously chuckling. “My apartment,” His gaze falls to you, taking in how perfect you look among his things. “Do you like it?” He asks with such a look in his eyes, similar to a puppy begging for attention.

You peek out the ground to ceiling-level windows, laughing to yourself. “I didn’t know teachers got paid so much.” Satoru grins, nodding toward the windows – or rather the city outside of them.

“Oh you know, I got kind of a side hustle going on.” He shrugs, then turns to you, that mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. “You should see the bedroom.” He offers you his hand, jerking his head to a hallway. “I hear the owner hates it when the bed is made, the least we should do is go mess them up for him.” You take Satoru’s hand and let him lead you into the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Once the door was shut behind you the playful comments were thrown aside – replaced by frantic kisses and undressing. Satoru sits on the foot of the bed, watching you in all your splendor. Your body was that of a dream, your breasts, the slope of your stomach, thighs, fuck everything about you was glorious. Satoru couldn’t remember how to breathe gazing upon you. “Like what you see?” You tease, positioning yourself over his lap.

You brace yourself on his shoulders, settling onto your knees. Satoru blows out a choked noise. “Thank fuck I have so many eyes because I couldn’t imagine not being able to see all of you like this.” His hands are on you, running up your back, molding his long fingers into your squishy tits, and then down your side to dig his nails into your hips. “Are you okay with this?” He inquires, tilting his head.

You smile, but a small part of you wants to line yourself up with his cock and bottom out. “I’m okay with so much more.” You breath. He understands, after all you both want the same thing right now – crave it.

You both wait with bated breath as Satoru lets you guide him into your entrance. With all the teasing and edging closer and closer to this moment, you were far from dry. It was a little embarrassing how slick you were considering there was practically no foreplay. You hiss as his pretty cock sinks deeper into your throbbing cunt. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You can take all of me,” His grip on your hips tightens, helping push you onto him. A strangled moan hisses out of your mouth as you slump onto Satoru’s shoulders. “Feels s’good baby. God, you’re so perfect.” He’s kissing your temple and you’re squeezing his cock with airy moans. After a moment, he bottoms out, a guttural groan rumbling from within him. “You did so good, fuck,”

The air feels thick, heady, and fills with the wet sound of Satoru’s cock inside you. “Go-go ahead and move.” You order with a shaky breath. He starts to move, laying back to better fuck into you. You plant your hands on his abdomen, moaning loudly. His length hits every sensitive spot at once, causing you to tremble on top of him.

Satoru chuckles, then suddenly flips you both over. “Come on YN, I thought you’re one of the strongest sorcerers in Japan, you can handle me fucking you.”

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sc0tters · 5 months

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Muffin Baskets and Frozen Meals | Jack Hughes

summary: when telling Jack how you felt actually went well.

paring: Jack Hughes x Devils Media Member!

request: yes/no

warnings: none?

word count: 1.89k

authors note: planned for this to be a quick blurb and then it became this. will say that I do love it and I was definitely needing more of this soft man like this today 🥺 did something different with parts of it so I’m not sure if it will land but I look forward to how you guys like soft Jack!

You felt like you were going to throw up.

Jack hadn’t been at practice for the last few days after he went to get surgery on his shoulder “you know he likes you right?” Luke smiled as he had gotten close to you in your opening season with the team.

It made you shake your head as you jumped “I don’t like him.” Your cheeks turned a crimson shade of red as the younger boy laughed in response.

The boys all spent the season watching your crush on Jack develop, it was hard not to when you would be left with a grin each time he approached you. But they didn’t notice your side of the crush first as they were far more focused on Jack’s new desire to apart oof everything that the media team needed extra players for.

The first time they noticed it was when you guys had to do the passing the phone trend. One player was needed at the end to say a line about passing the phone to the fans yet none of the girls wanted to ask the players “should I be offended that you haven’t asked me to be in the video peach?” Jack let his lips curve upright as he watched you look up from your iPad.

You tucked your hair behind your ears as you smiled “wanted to save the best role for you.” You explained making his smile grow wider into a toothy grin.

He started calling you peach after the first day when you bumped into him with a bag of sour peach rings in your hand and since that moment you were his peach and he was bringing you a new bag of candy each week “really?” He cocked his head watching her nod eagerly.

The boy naturally agreed and the team watched you pull him with ease to a quieter area of the practice facility “so do we think that he has had a change of heart or that he just thinks that the new girl is hot?” Curtis was the first to speak up from the group that watched the interaction go down.

Judging by the way your hand interlocked with his, Dawson swore that something clearly happened between you and the Hughes boy before “how do we know she doesn’t have a crush on him too?” He shot back causing a chorus of ahh’s to come from around him as the boys began to agree.

Nico just rolled his eyes “next one to talk about either of their love lives is getting extra laps.” As the words left the captains mouth it seemed like the gathering dispersed leaving Luke to awkwardly look up at the captain “I didn’t say a thing!” He whined as the Swiss man pointed to the door leading to the ice.

Jack swore he was slick in masking his crush on you. Sure he offered to do whatever you needed in the form of social media content, something he never did for anyone else. But maybe he was just trying to be your friend.

The all star game had arrived and given that you were in good books with both Jesper and Jack. The team opted to send you with. This was the first time that the fans finally drew the connection. Because after weeks of trying to figure out who was so special on the social media team.

But then they finally got to see the fan clips of you and Jack making fun of Jesper and it was like the puzzle pieces connected for everyone. All of a sudden fans were finding you and just like Jack, you had flurry of people who liked you “someone’s popular.” Jack teased hearing your phone go off again.

It made you send him a glare as you wanted to kick his shin “you jealous Hughes?” You quipped back letting your teeth catch at your lip.

He laughed as he shook his head “the attention they give you is nothing like what you get from me.” Jack pointed out with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

Both of those memories replayed in your mind as you swore the boys were lying to you. It made you conflicted as to what you were meant to write in Jacks get well soon card as it was the final practice of the season and you were going to give the stuff to Luke to give to his brother.

Your tongue darted out of your mouth as you tried to think of how to start the card “now I’m no genius but most people usually start a card with dear and then the persons name.” Nico pointed out as he looked over the wall of your office cubicle.

His words made you jump as your head shot up “wondered how long it would take for you to see me.” He teased making you roll your eyes “nice to see you too Nico.” You mumbled watching him sit in the seat in front of you.

The captain pulled out a set of keys and before you could ask what was going on he handed you one of them “this is for his place.” Nico explained making your eyes go wide “I am not breaking in!” You shook your head not impressed that he offered.

He shrugged as he leaned back in his seat “technically it’s not breaking in if I said you could go.” Luke’s head popped out from the wall next making you his your face in your hand “how many of you are there?” You were scared to know the answer.

So instead you got to see just how many boys there were as Curtis, John, Timo and Dawson all smiled at you “please go put us out of our misery and tell each other how you feel!” Timo begged making the boys nod in agreement.

Your cheeks turned red as you went to complain “and don’t tell me you don’t like him again because the only person who can’t see it anymore is him.” Nico placed his hand on your knee as he took the card from you “you can give these to him in person so you don’t need this.” He explained as you got up.

It made the boys want to let out a silent cheer “now if he turns me down I will kill you all.” You warned making them salute you off as they knew it wasn’t the case “just to be clear we are all changing our locks now if she knows he has keys?” Dawson trailed off with a gulp.

“Definitely.”

Jack was scrolling through the tv bored out of his mind as he heard the knock at the door “who is it?” He called out muting the sound “peaches!” You called feeling weird hearing your own name be brought up in a conversation with him.

The Hughes boy practically jumped off of the couch “hey.” Jack smiled as he opened the door.

It gave you the rare glance you adored to look at his chest “what are you doing here?” He added as he cocked his head.

You felt like your mouth ran dry “came to give you these.” You explained holding up the muffin basket for him to see.

He nodded motioning for you to come in “and I wanted to check on you.” Your words made both of your tender hearts swell with joy “real sweet of ya peach.” The hockey player was beyond curious to see what you let into your basket.

But suddenly he stopped as he headed for his kitchen “was gonna make Luke give you these.” Jack explained as he handed you a bag of peach rings.

“There is something I need to tell you.”

The words came from both of you at the same time “you should go first.” Jack announced giving you the floor to talk.

It made you want to glare at him “I like you a lot.” Your words sounded really weird “like a lot more than I should as someone who works for the devils.” You added making his facial expressions soften.

But as you heard pure silence you thought the worst “god I made this so bad have I?” As panic settled into your system the boy shook his head.

Jack smiled as he pointed to the bag of peach rings. It made you look down all confused until you saw that the bag had I LIKE YOU printed on the front of it “Jack you better not fuck with me.” You warned as you shook your head.

It made him roll his eyes “trust me for that price I am not.” His words were soft as he walked over to you.

The gap between you both quickly began nothing as you looked up at him “so what do you say about staying over for a bit?” He asked cupping your cheek “we can order pizza and watch a movie.” Jack offered as you leaned forward to kiss him instead.

It was a delicate kiss as if you were too afraid that if any passion slipped into it you’d both end up waking from this perfect dream. So instead you both basked in the beauty that came from knowing how his lips left against yours.

Jack could taste your cherry lipgloss on his tongue as he looked at you “are we sure we want pizza?” You asked letting your fingers run up his chest.

His good arm wrapped around your waist “because I have been told I make a mean frozen lasagna.” You announced with such cheek that it made him laugh as a smile spread on your face.

The boy looked at his kitchen “well then I think it’s good we have everything accept the lasagna.” Jack pointed out letting his forehead rest against yours as you both inhaled wanting to not let the moment ever end.

You pretended to think about it for a second “last time I checked you had a brother who was out still.” Your words made his eyes grow wide “I love you.” Jack confessed as he kissed your lips once more before he reached for his phone.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t heard him because you did, but for the first time you weren’t running away from love as that night as he lay resting against your stomach you’d tell him the same three words back. And that was how, the perfect love story -as Nico calls it when he tells your kids the story of the team got you two together.- came to be known.

If someone told you that the meal that would get you into your future husband’s dreams was going to be a frozen lasagna. They would have been wrong. Jack was so in love with you that you could have served up burnt ramen and he would have eaten it.

Life for the two of you finally blossomed together on that day as two paths merged into one. A story that no longer had all these different endings, where you were with different people.

Jack was your person and you were his. So even know after all of the things you have been through in family and in hockey, you did it together.

With the help of your frozen lasagna.

#jack Hughes x reader #jack hughes x you #jack Hughes imagines #jack Hughes Oneshots #nhl oneshots #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey oneshots #amber writes fics #jack hughes imagine

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gyaru-9rincezz · 3 months

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★ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵐⁱˢᵗʳʸ -tetsurō kuroo 🐈‍⬛🧪🧸

Chemistry partner kuroo! X Fem! reader 🩷

warning/tags- female body parts mentioned, obsessive/Pervy Kuroo, obsessive/awkward reader, size difference, breeding, pantie stealing, (reader a little dumb but whatever 🙏)

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Tetsurō kuroo, the captain of Nekomas boy volleyball team. The 6’2 athlete that had all the girls swooning for him and had boys envy him was sitting right next to you in the library…

“So…should I go over to your house or do you want to come over to my house..?” I ask him while averting my eye contact with him, not wanting to make this situation more awkward then it already is since my face is tomato due to our closeness- if you can even call it that.

“Oh I don’t really care, whatever makes it more convenient for you” kuroo giggled as he noticed you were purposely avoiding eye contact with him.

‘God it’s that stupid giggle he has’ i think to myself- kuroo had this cute charming laugh that could make the coldest person blush. And I hated it! It wasn’t fair that I subconsciously blush and giggles to myself every time I hear his laughs… The truth is that I hated every person who also blushed at his giggle or obnoxiously laugh at his mediocre jokes, I hated everyone who was trying to grab his attention away from me.. “I guess this stupid crush never really went away”… I thought to myself before I was slapped back into reality

“Y/N..Y/N you okay..? Hello…?” Kuroo waved his hands in front of my face to grab my attention and to suck me out of my Lalaland “you alright there? Thought you were frozen or something” he let out another chuckle before tapping my hand. “Oh sorry.. yeah I’m fine! I’m just really sleepy that’s all” I said in a low tone, embarrassed that I zoned out and didn’t realize that he was talking to me

“Well we have an hour of school left, we should get a head start and begin the project.” Kuroo said as he reached over to get his backpack, pulling out the chemistry textbook and his laptop. I let out a simple ‘yeah’ and did the same as him

We looked through the project together and we decided to split the questions in half. Kuroo zoomed through his first couple questions with ease. It took you a moment to get the first couple answers down since chemistry wasn’t really my strong suit. At this point I got around 3-4 questions down as kuroo got about 10-15 done already. I looked over at his paper and It’s already half finished- “do you need some help?” Kuroo caught me looking at his paper for too long and kindly asked if I needed any help “-oh no I’m okay.. thanks though” ‘Fuck, why did I reject his help? I actually need it..’ I thought to myself, clearly I don’t think before I speak. I curse at my stupidity as I pretend to act like I know what I’m doing. “You sure? You’ve been stuck on that question for a while now. I can totally help you if you need it!” Kuroo smirked while he asked -almost like he was trying to taunt me.

‘let me help you god damn it, the more I look at her the more she turns me on..fuck she so cute’ kuroo thought to himself, he’s getting more and more agitated at your persistence but also trying to lower his heartbeat since it feels like it was about to jump out of his chest “oh uh, yeah this problem is just really hard..haha uhm you could help me I guess so we can finish faster.” I don’t know why I laughed so awkwardly and how I easily stumbled my words all in one sentence but i some how did it. ‘he probably thinks I’m weird now..shit’

‘fucking finally, the faster we get this done the faster I can leave and … take care of this problem’ he thought as he looked down at his hard bulge

“Great! Uh here let me see the problem and we can figure it out together” kuroo took my paper and started analyzing the difficult question. It only took him a couple seconds before he stared explain the question and started guiding me through it “Explain what changes and what changes stays the same when 1.00 L of a solution of NaCl is diluted to 1.80 L” kuroo read out the question to me. I look at him blankly “uhh..” is all I said while looking at him with a confused expression. “Mhm well the number of moles always stays the same in the dilution… and..” ‘man..I don’t know the the other answer.’ i looked down at the paper again trying to find the second answer of the problem “Correct, I believe the second answer would be that the concentration and the volume change in dilution” kuroo then goes on rambling about why that’s the answer. I don’t pay attention on what he says instead I look at the way his eyes light up when he’s talking about chemistry. If he wasn’t a Volleyball player he would be such a nerd!

*DING*

That was the school bell. Everybody in the library starts cleaning up their area and starts heading out the door, leaving me and kuroo alone together “I think we should do the rest of the project at your house, I mean if you don’t mind” kuroo said while packing his bag “y-yeah sure” I replied while grabbing my chem book. Kuroo and I then walked out the library together. I never really realized how tall kuroo is- well standing next to me at least. “hold on I need to use the restroom really quick. Wait for me k? It be really quick” kuroo looked back at me while heading to the men’s restroom “okay” I replied back to him as I watched him head to the washroom

Kuroo made sure the restroom was empty before he started walking to the very last stall. “Shit-” kuroo let’s out a breathy moan as he tugged his pants, gripping his harden cock through his pants. He pulled the toilet seat done and sat as he unzipped his pants; rubbing his cock through his boxers ‘gotta make this quick’ he thought to himself as he slid down his black slacks and his matching black boxers. He spat on his hand, body shaking as he grabs his shaft. “Mhm fuck~” kuroo moaned while rubbing himself “god Y/N the shit you do to me” he said under his breathe “need you so bad baby” kuroo whispered. Imaging that you were here with him in this stall. He imagined breeding your sweet cunt, he wanted to taste you, feel you, make you his. Prior to this- Kuroo had multiple girlfriends before in the past, they were fine.. for the most part but none of them compared to you.. although you guys never really talked Kuroo oftenly found himself stalking through your social media account. Making sure that you were still single, still ready for him.

It’s been a couple minutes since kuroo went to the restroom. I started getting worried about him, he’s been in there for longer than 8 minutes, I wanted to knock on the door but I didn’t know if I should. I sat there for a couple minutes before I stood up and knocked the door. “Hello? Kuroo are you okay?”

Kuroo almost reaches his high until he hears your worried voice ‘Damn it’ he swore in his head “Sorry, I’ll be right out just washing my hands” Kuroo got up and angrily pulled up his pants. pent up and frustrated kuroo grabbed his bag and started walking towards the door to greet you.

“Hey sorry to keep you waiting for so long, I wasn’t feeling too good” you look at kuroo red and sweaty face as he explains “it’s okay! I was just worried” ‘she so cute’ kuroo thinks for a minute then imaging about bending you over and taking you right then and there, he doesn’t sadly since he has morels.

Kuroo drives as you navigate to your house. The car ride was painfully awkward, kuroo was still hard from earlier, and I was just sitting there not saying anything, I take a couple glimpses at him and his hands on the steering wheel, ‘he has such nice hands’ they’re big, a little veiny, and tan due to him playing outdoors quite a bit. I imagine what else he can do with his hands other than volleyball.. before my thoughts can start to wonder we arrived at my house.

We walked in together, greeting my parents and my siblings. “Let’s go to my room, it’s less noisy” as I lead him up to my bedroom. Kuroo could almost melt as he steps into your room, it’s filled with figures, posters of your favorite bands, T.V shows and some plushies here and there, he noticed one plushie that looked familiar, it was a plushie you posted with on your story a couple months back. You place your bag down on your floor, kuroo did the same- the both of you started to work on the project in silent. About 20 minutes in you decided to break the silence. “I’m gonna go grab some drinks, do you want anything?” I stood up about to walk to the door “yeah do you have a Dr. pepper? It’s fine if you don’t” I nod and step out the room to grab the drinks.

The moment you left the room kuroo stood up to go stretch. While he was stretching he roamed around your room, looking through your posters, figure and plushies. Until he noticed an open drawers. He didn’t want to be nosy but curiosity kills the cat- he opened it more to see a folded pile of all your bras and panties. Kuroo can feel himself getting hard again by the thought of you modeling these for him. He grabs a black pair of one of your lacey panties and shoves it in his pocket for later. He continues looking through your drawer picking more and more of your panties for later. kuroo was too busy looking through he didn’t even notice or hear your footsteps

“Hey kuroo sorry for the long wait-“ I was cut off when I felt like my heart dropped. I caught the tetsurō kuroo rummaging through my pantie drawer. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt turned on or creeped out.

“O-oh shit, Y/N I-I’m so sorry it’s really not what it looks like” I can clearly hear the fear in his voice as he stutters his words “please believe me i-its its-“

“Kuroo.. your going through my pantie drawers like some sick pervert. It’s exactly what it looks like” I say ‘who knew my crush is just as a weirdo as I am…’ I giggled as I watch him spiral, giving me his best excuse and explanation

“Look I’m really sorry I- I just think your so cute and pretty I h-honestly don’t know what I was thinking” kuroo walks closer to you trying to explain the situation. You stay still watching his tall frame walk towards you ‘kuroo called me pretty?’ Is all I thought about. Not even realizing that Kuroo is now standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “Kuroo.. you think I’m pretty?” I asked him, it caught him off guard but he replied with a simple “yes” as he awkwardly smiles while also having this weird expression on his face. My face heats up while looking up at him. My mind goes fuzzy.

The next thing I knew is that I was thrown onto my bed while kuroo was climbing on top of me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “So pretty” kuroo mumbled, while throwing my shirt across my room. He leans in to kiss me, slowly migrating the kisses down to my neck and then to my collar bone, I let out a moan feeling his kisses all over my chest makes my whole body weak “kuroo~” I groan out feeling his hands fondle my chest then feeling him unclip my bra. I eagerly lift up his shirt and take it off him “so eager baby” “says you” kuroo laughs as he pulls down my skirt. He kisses me before he starts rubbing my pussy through my panties “already so wet for me darlin?” I groan into the kiss, “how sweet” my limbs go weak to his touch “kuroo~please I need you-“ I let out a weak whimper “need what angel? Tell me what you need baby” he smirks and pushes my panties to the side, using his fingers to rub up and down my wet slit “mh-mhm kuroo~” “cmon baby your not telling me what you need” he teases- sliping one of his fingers inside you “s-shit i I need you inside m-me.. f-fuck” you yell at him, while trying to keep your moans down.

“good girl baby, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear” kuroo chuckles feeling you squeezing tightly around his finger. Kuroo then starts taking off your panties completely leaving you with only your white leg warmers on. He rubs your clit a little more before he leans down and starts kissing and licking your cunt. He puts your legs on his shoulder as he continues eating you like it’s his last dinner. “ma pretty girl taste so good” kuroo looked up at you. His hair messy and his mouth dripping with your slick. He continues taking laps, licking and sucking every inch of your sweet cunny. “mgonna cum kuroo..” you say as you grip onto your pillow for support “cum on my face sweet girl” his fingers deep inside you while he licks up you sweet nectar “ah~!” you gasp, squirting all over kuroos face “mhm taste so good princess” he moans into your pussy before he gets up, unzipping his slacks and discarding them somewhere in your room, he takes out his cock, framing it i front of you “been waiting for this. You ready to take me baby girl?” He smiles at your already fucked out face. My eyes widen seeing his size “k-kuroo i don’t think it’s gonna fit..” I whine “oh baby I’ll make it fit” he places himself at your entrance, slowly putting his tip in “awh fuck~” kuroo moans “ah- kuroo” I yelp, “relax baby, don’t want your parents finding out what we’re doing” kuroo says nonchalantly “g-go slow” kuroo kisses your temple as he slowly guiding you down his cock “taking me so good my slutty girl” my glossy eyes meet his, a single tear falls down my cheek- “so tight for me sweet girl, I know it hurts baby I know-“ you grip onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting into you. Your whimpers and moan fills your bedroom, you know your being too loud right now but you can’t help it- not until kuroo grabs your panties from earlier and shoves it in your mouth to keep you shut “I told you to be quiet baby, can’t you understand? Stupid girl” he degrades you while thrusting more roughly into you “msorry” you try to mumble out. Kuroo thrust get more faster and his words become more harsh -not like you mind) the room filled with wet sounds of clapping, you stare up at the ceiling with your panties still in your mouth, mind going blurry as kuroo lips latch onto your nipples, sucking and lightly biting them. His mouth travels from your chest to your face, giving you wet kisses on your cheek. “fuck- I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me slut” he whispers in my ear. I don’t say anything back, too fucked out to even think. I just grip on his back tighter. His thrust move faster as he tightly grips onto your hips feeling his climax “I’m gonna cum inside you angel, gonna make sure your filled up with my kids when I’m done with you” I try whining in protest but gave up easily, nearing my climax. Kuroo grabs both my hands and put them above me, my whole body felt like jelly- my mind went blank when he finally came inside me. “God-fuck baby you did so good” he moaned, taking the pantie out of my mouth with my saliva string attached to it. He kisses my lips before he pulled out of me. A pool of cum oozing out of me like a waterfall. You two lay there and cuddle for a while, too sore to move and too tired to stand. “What time is it?” Kuroo asked “like 10:45” I replied looking at the clock “shit, I got practice tomorrow-fuck my parents are going to kill me” he panicked for a bit “you can stay over if you want.. I’ll just clean your clothes before tomorrow” you offered … “you know what yeah I’ll just stay over tonight” you both smile and lay there in silence. “So do you want to go on a date with me? I know this really good spot to get grilled mackerel” you smile and laugh “yeah, I’d love too” kuroo pulls you in closer and puts the blanket over you two.

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A/N this is my first ever post/fic- I really hoped you guys enjoyed it!! I don’t usually write do stuff like this but I really wanted to try something new (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) it’s pretty fun (very time consuming but fun!)

#kuroo smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu

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ahonice · 1 year

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right where you left me

luke hughes x fem reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: angst, cursing, reader is a sad little bitch.

note: another song fic smh, i don’t like this one very much but i just needed to write something.

italics are song lyrics

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friends break up, friends get married. strangers get born, strangers get buried. trends change, rumors fly through new skies, but i’m right where you left me.

you met luke the night you moved into your college dorm freshman year, your parents were unable to stay to take you out to dinner so they gave you thirty dollars to go to a local diner. so there you were, having the most depressing meal of your life, when a boy slid into the seat across from you.

“you look really sad.”

“thank you.”

he laughed before apologizing, “i don’t mean it to be rude, but is everything okay? this is the saddest i’ve ever seen someone with a milkshake in front of them.”

“yea i’m okay, just moved into my dorm today and my parents weren't able to stay for dinner. i guess i just miss them.” you looked up from your untouched plate of chicken fingers to see who exactly was talking to you.

“oh i get that, i moved in a couple days ago. the first night is definitely the hardest.” he offered you a smile and stuck his hand out, “i’m luke.”

“y/n.”

matches burn after the other. pages turn and stick to each other. wages earned and lessons learned, but i’m right where you left me.

you found yourself at that diner a lot, going there to do your homework late at night when your roommate needed the lights off, going there whenever you were sad or just needed time to yourself, as well as going there whenever you and your boyfriend had a date night. it wasn’t the only restaurant you and luke ate at, but it was the most common one.

your relationship with luke was great, you were happy, he was happy, everyone around you was happy. that’s why you were blindsided when luke suggested you take a break during your weekly date nights.

“i just think that’s what is best for me, and for us, going forward. i need to focus on my rookie season in the nhl, i can’t have any distractions.” hearing luke refer to you as a distraction hurt, everything about what he was saying hurt.

“okay.” you didn’t want to agree, you wanted to fight him on it.

“once next season is over, then we can get back together, reevaluate everything.”

“okay.” one year, one year without him seemed impossible to you, but you needed to let this happen, this would only strengthen your relationship. luke would soon see what a life without you was and all you could do was hope he didn’t like it. this was the last thing you wanted, but you didn’t need him resenting you for any issues that could possibly come up during his rookie season that could easily be tied back to “he has a girlfriend, he is distracted, he isn’t putting hockey first”.

help i’m still at the restaurant, still sitting in the corner i haunt. cross legged in the dim light, they say what a sad sight. i swear, you could hear a hair pin drop, right when i felt the moment stop, glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on, i stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair. they expected me to find somewhere, some perspective, but i sat and stared right where you left me.

your visits to the diner became more frequent after luke moved to new jersey, you were there the second your classes were finished for the day and you didn’t leave until the early hours in the morning.

you were used to it, the pity glances from the other customers when your tears began to spill, the sad smiles from the waitresses that had become all too familiar to you, the text messages from your friends and luke’s teammates checking up on you. nobody seemed to understand why you guys were broken up, but all you could respond with when they asked was “we aren’t broken up, we’re on a break.”

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it. she’s still twenty three, inside her fantasy how it was supposed to be. did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? breakups happen everyday you don’t have to lose it. she’s still twenty three, inside her fantasy.

you were in the diner, in that same booth where two of the three lightbulbs that hung from the ceiling were burnt out, more often than you were on campus. after summer break, once you had begun your junior year of college, you tried to avoid the diner with all that you had in you. your roommates telling you it does no good, it will only harm you to be in a place you once associated with happiness that now brings you nothing close to the fact.

you snuck out of your house at two in the morning after three weeks of being back in ann arbor, hiding your weakness from those you shared walls with, ashamed of yourself as you stood in front of the double doors, the left one still stuck after two years of you coming here.

you scanned the diner, seeing a couple familiar faces, giving them a fake smile before you made your way into the back corner. a false flash of hope struck you as you saw the back of a boy's head in the booth you could call home, but it wasn’t luke, you knew it wasn’t. you quietly made your way over to the booth, tears in your eyes, and got the attention of the boy in the seat luke once claimed as his.

“can i sit here? i won’t bother you, i just need to sit here.”

you’re sitting in front of me, at the restaurant, when i was still the one you want. cross legend in the dim light, everything was just right. i could feel the mascara run, you told me that you met someone. glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on.

luke’s rookie season had officially ended with the devils being taken out of the playoffs in the first round, leaving him to head back to michigan while you were still in it. the school year was ending in two weeks and you were studying for your finals when your phone lit up.

from: luke

hey, i’m at the diner. we need to talk.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you abandoned all of your materials and ran towards your car. you went fifteen over while driving to the diner, rolling through a few too many stop signs as well, but you made it and quickly went inside. you smiled as you saw the familiar back profile of your boyfriend sitting in your booth.

“hey luke.” you smiled, sitting down across from him.

“i met someone else.” your smile fell just as fast as your heart broke. in the time that luke was trying to figure out his career, life on his own, trying to be the best that he could be without any form of distraction, he met someone else. “-and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.”

you scoffed, your sadness quickly turned into anger. “how long?”

“i met her the night of my first game.” it was like the wind had been knocked out of you, that was only six days after you had agreed to go on a break, it took him six days to decide that you were not what he wanted, but what really made you angry was how long it took him to tell you.

“luke that was over a year ago, why did you not tell me sooner?” the tears in your eyes threatened to spill, but you wouldn’t let them, at least not in front of him.

your question was met with silence, the tension in the air was so thick it was choking you.

“this whole time you were with another girl? while i was pathetically sitting around, waiting for you, because i really thought that we were doing this whole thing so you could test the waters of your life in the nhl, but really you wanted to test the waters of your life without me.” you quickly stood up, cutting luke off before he could even try to speak. “goodbye luke.”

help, i’m still at the restaurant. still sitting in the corner i haunt. cross legend in the dim light they say what a sad sight. i stayed there. dust collected on my pinned up hair. i’m sure you’ve got a wife out there. kids and christmas, but i’m unaware. cause i’m right where i cause no harm. mind my business, if our loved died young, i can’t bear no witness and it's been so long.

you had just graduated and you decided to spend your last night in ann arbor in the diner, but this time you had company. your parents, friends, and boyfriend william. william was the boy who was sitting in luke’s seat that one night during your junior year, a friendship had blossomed after you that depressing night. it was never anything romantic, until you and luke officially broke up because you had the common decency that luke apparently lacked. tonight was unlike any night you had spent in the diners in the years before, you were happy, you were sitting in that same booth with all three lightbulbs lit, you could see other patrons and the waitresses and for once they weren’t looking at you with pity.

i’m right where, you left me.

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temptaetions · 2 years

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boys like you 🌷 h.hj (m)

a/n: the photo above is from hyunjin’s marie claire shoot. i do not own the photo. that being said, this fic was originally posted by me on a different, now defunct blog, i own this fic. it was formerly titled “corre, amor.” i have since deleted it from that blog and am reposting a revised version on this blog. again, i wrote this fic and it is 100% my own. i also feel super self conscious about it. be nice plz.

synopsis: hwang hyunjin is like a burning fire - dangerous, passionate, and at times, hard to dissipate. you were frozen from within, your exterior only soft to his touch. when you are his polar opposite, it should be easy to melt at his fingertips, shouldn’t it?

pairing(s): dancer!hwang hyunjin x poet!fem!reader | lee minho x han jisung

word count: 8.5k. lowercase intended.

rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

warnings: swearing, one-sided pining, minimal romantic fluff, some angst, minimal smut [between h.hj x reader: some degradation, heavy petting, heavy make-out session, handjob/semi-oral, nipple play, cum eating / swapping.] hyunjin has body piercings (nipples and belly button.)

what to listen to: advice - taemin | do it for love - thama, george | play with fire - sam tinnesz, yacht money | know me - dpr live, dean | different - woodz

everyone was convinced that your relationship with hyunjin was one-sided. from the outside looking in, you could understand why. oftentimes, it was him scouring the university in search of you, and yes, he had a photo of you in his phone case and his car dashboard. the boy you’d come to adore was nearly six feet of pure love for you — he even dedicated his showcase stages to you, choosing only the most sensual of love songs to show the student body that he was a burning fire.

and yet, as much as you loved hwang hyunjin, you remained solid. unmelted was your icy form, and as the time went on, people had begun to notice. slipping away from crowds after his showcases and losing hyunjin in them became a regular thing, and the apartment was often empty because neither of you were ever really home. much like your eyes when you looked at him these days, what used to be the world to you now reflected a beautiful blonde man with the prettiest lips this side of the han river. you still loved him, you’d convinced yourself of such. the only question left was, was it in the way he did?

once upon a time, all your poems screamed his name. from long winded monologues to neat, tight haikus, your words were stringed together to recreate the man you woke up next to every day for the past three years. exasperated sighs during your poetry slams showed the way your feelings for this man ate you up inside and god, you just couldn’t believe you’d finally found a good guy. a man that was the healing of the past and the brightening of the future, the man who truly made your days enjoyable.

“good morning,” hyunjin was stretching in the living room as you allowed your sleep-deprived body to practically float through the apartment. lack of sleep due to the endless thinking and stress over school made you a zombie — one who didn’t have much of a knack for social interaction. nonetheless, you returned the sarcastic greeting, seeing as it was two in the afternoon on a nice sunday. the coffee in the pot was cold as you poured it, and you scowled as you grabbed some ice cubes but you couldn’t complain. had you been up on time, it would’ve been hot, you can hear hyunjin now.

“mm, you look nice,” you murmur as you slide onto the couch, watching your boyfriend’s shirt ride up slightly on his waist, exposing the sliver of skin you ran your fingers down before bed. he simply chuckled at your comment, a faint blush dancing across his cheeks as he continued his hip warm ups. “you’ve got rehearsal tomorrow after class, right?” sipping your coffee quietly, you saw hyunjin nod softly as he laid down on his mat. “yeah, unfortunately. i have to rain check our dinner tomorrow night, m’sorry, doll.” he closes his eyes as he rests his arms on his torso, and you slip off the couch to run your fingers through his soft hair. admiring him, you stroke his cheek gently as he opens his eyes, placing his hand above yours.

“your big showcase is coming up. dinner can wait, i’m always by your side.” you assured him of things you weren’t so sure of yourself, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. his eyes changed as you said that, but he nodded reluctantly as you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “don’t practice too hard, my love. you know it worries me. i’ll be in the office if you need me.”

“‘course, honey. don’t type your fingers off,” he’s muttering to himself, and he knows how much it bothers you but even the people who are supposedly perfect have bad days. a nice guy, really. “i heard that, pipsqueak.” you call back, placing your coffee cup on your desk, leaving the door slightly ajar to hear his recital music. as soon as you hear the first notes of the remix changbin made for him, minho and felix, you ease into your desk chair. closing your own eyes, you can see his movements in your mind from hours of watching them practice this routine, specifically two years ago when the dance team uploaded it to youtube. they planned on recreating it to see where it could take them, as a trio — seeing as the fluidity of the boys raked in millions of views, and thousands of dollars in donations to the school and the dance team.

none of which hit the creative writing and poetry department, but hey, the poetry slam videos didn’t do as well. to be fair, the poetry slam club didn’t do much to raise money but turned around to ask mommy and daddy — whereas, you worked for your fifty cents. unfortunately, your major had a huge influx of people who didn’t quite really appreciate the time and effort that it took to make your art — and a lot of them were actually there to please their parents, to say they went to college. as sad as it was, you realized your freshman year that you were surrounded by maybe a third of your class with an actual passion for writing, and even then, you would hear them mouth off about your classes being an easy a.

it sometimes made you wish to have picked a different field, at a different university. maybe even if you had pursued journalism like you had intended...maybe things would be different. you often notice your mind wandering off to these places, and you remind yourself you wouldn’t have met hyunjin. so, maybe things worked out in the end — even if you did watch your old friends travel out of the country on externship to major news companies and even land jobs before graduation. jobs you couldn’t pay to get, and so, you worked part-time at the italian restaurant down the street and hid from any possible peers that may come your way.

“y/n-ah, you promised me i’d score some free breadsticks if i brought you the coffee!” jisung was whining as you bagged up his order, missing the way you shot your coworker a knowing glance, chuckling to yourself. “yah! did your mother not teach you manners? i know what i said, now keep quiet while minho gets them.” you give him a pointed look, and he scowls as you take the warm bread bag and slip it into his knapsack. “love you, bud. take it easy, i know that ankle is killing you.” you pat his shoulder, and he smiles inwardly as he takes the bag shyly, whirling out of the shop with a soft call of goodbye.

“how’s hyunjin?” minho inquires, pouring some olive oil into his calzone dough mix. you watch as he turns the mixer on, leaning your cheek on the heel of your hand. you gave your friend a sad look, and he sighed as he took in the atmosphere. “i take it you’re feeling detached?”

“and i hate it. hyunjin is literally my best friend, he is the absolute love of my life! i don’t know what’s going on anymore.” you bury your face in your hands, letting out a groan of frustration. only minho knew of your inner turmoil, and that was because you knew he’d understand. he too, was in the same situation. the only difference was that he could give you a hyunjin perspective — because it was jisung that felt the way you did. but if you told jisung, there was a small possibility he would spill the beans — not on purpose, but it would happen eventually. minho was like a steel safe enclosed in another one that was bolted into the ground.

“you need to talk to him before he starts prying. why do you think jisung left without a word to me?” he’s kneading the dough angrily, and you wince at every harsh smack that lands. “do you think i enjoy coming home to an empty bed, while jisung is out late with chan-hyung and changbin? do you think i like opening my hulu account to see he’s watched seven episodes of how i met your mother without me? this is fucking ridiculous,” he was now rolling out the dough, the warm container of fresh marinara sauce nearly being spilt with the vigor in which the table was shaking.

“you seriously need to talk to him, babe.” you turn as the doorbell dings, and you’re met by the prettiest soul this side of the han river — hyunjin. feeling a small smile slip onto your face, you return to the register to see him smiling back at you. “why hello, how may i help you?”

“hello, miss. i’m looking for a certain y/n, i’ve come to whisk her away for supper.” he’s holding a brown bag, and you just know there’s a steamy bowl of soft tofu stew waiting to be devoured. “i adore you, hwang hyunjin.” you skirt around the counter to kiss his lips softly, hands resting on his cheeks as one of his own comes to your waist, the tips of his fingers settling in your back pocket.

“minnie, i’ll be back in thirty!” you call out, and the boy waves you off with a chuckle. despite the obvious problems that you were skirting around, minho knew that you would always adore hyunjin, boyfriend or not.

physical attraction was also not an issue — he was gorgeous, but you hated reducing him to that, and anyone who did was immediately on your hit-list. hyunjin had talent, skill, and one of the kindest hearts you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. hyunjin was what you could call an all-rounder — he was efficient in every area of his life, including his relationship. which made you realize that perhaps, it was your lack of experience in relationships, in being treated nicely.

“i love those jeans on you,” hyunjin says as you walk hand-in-hands towards the back parking lot. “you say that because you bought them for me, even after i said i didn’t need them.” you roll your eyes as hyunjin lets go of your hand, instead using it to open the backseat door for you. this was routine, on days that hyunjin didn’t have late practices or managed to leave early — he would buy something you both loved, drive to your workplace, steal you from minho for a bit to grub, and then wait at home for you until you called to be picked up. sometimes you even drove minho home. however, hyunjin’s hand on your knee as he slid in after you, gave you a warm sensation throughout your chest.

you sighed contentedly, letting hyunjin get everything out of the bag. you began slipping your white jumper off, seeing as if any of the stew got on it, you’d regret blowing fifty dollars on it. you soon realized that the jumper was exactly why hyunjin offered to manage your finances. “spoon, napkin,” he was handing you things and you quietly took them, waiting as he began to lower the cup holder to place the stew between you.

“hyunjin, do you remember our first date?” you looked at the sun, hanging low in the sky as the nighttime approached. you had been sitting in this very backseat, your hands tangled in his hair as he showed you a song he loved at the time — and continued to, to this day it blasted through your speakers at home. it’d sort of become your song — but you shared many things with him that night. “you mean how you kissed me after you had texted me earlier that day that there would be no kissing? not saying i didn’t enjoy it,” he snorts as you whack his arm lightly.

“yah, it was a moment of weakness. the timing was perfect, you were perfect.” you lean against the door, leg propped up on the seat as your fingertips tracing the spoon in your hand. you feel a bit of emotion hit your eyes, but hyunjin softly pats your leg. “hwang hyunjin, how did i manage to find a man like you?”

“you didn’t, there’s nothing all that special about me,” you’ve both seemed to forget about the early supper as hyunjin lifts the cup holder up, and scoots closer to you, resting your legs atop his thighs. drumming his fingers along your shins, he smiled at the fond memory of the date. “if anything, i think it was a moment of rose-colored glasses. all i did was slide you a book from the top shelf.” it was true, you’d met hyunjin at the campus library. granted, it was your first time in there, and hyunjin had been a bit of an overachiever his first year — so he was in the right place at the right time as you groaned about the library stacking ten shelves high.

“i still can’t believe we had sex in that bathroom,” you shudder playfully, letting out a laugh as hyunjin gasped. “you suggested it! i just granted your wish!” laughing harder, you notice hyunjin admiring you softly. “yah, you’re making me shy.”

“you’re beautiful,” his thumb caresses your cheek, and you glance at his lips before he slowly closes in. the softness of them, something you often envied, had always been enough to make you feel hot. the technique, his hand placement as he kissed you sweetly, always made you feel giddy. hyunjin was like a really good amusement park — you wanted to go on all the rides. without breaking the kiss, you adjusted yourself to sit on his lap, relishing the way his hands snaked to your belt loops to pull you closer. his tongue expertly slides into your mouth, a small gasp escaping your lips as his thumbs rub circles over your covered breasts, the flimsy tank top hiding your sensitive nipples but heightening the sensation.

subconsciously pushing your chest into him, your own hands struggle to find home as you slide them beneath his own shirt, feeling his softly chiseled muscles under your fingertips. the soft whine that emits from his lips as you brush his nipple accidentally, a gentle reminder of the small metal bar that he pierced in on a drunken night. if there was anything you and hyunjin shared, it was sensitivity.

his hands immediately pulled down the straps of your shirt, the material sliding off your breasts as he broke the kiss — lips dragging all over your chest, nipping and biting in all places. “wait, wait. take this off,” you pulled on his own shirt, and he obliged almost furiously, tugging his cardigan and shirt off in one go — pierced nipples and belly button on display. god, he was fucking gorgeous.

“mm, i like these.” your voice was low as you gently stroked them, adoring the soft rutting of hyunjin’s hips against your own. “be nice to me tonight, baby. i’m sore from practice.” he tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear, and you look at his swollen lips. a shy blush coats his cheeks as he looks away, your hand grabbing for his jaw to make him look at you, your eyes boring into his own. “fuck, you’re beautiful. you’ve always been so beautiful.” he whines, his hand at the nape of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, rougher this time. his free hand circles around your waist, holding you in place as your lips connect again, but briefly because you begin to kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble at his earlobe. adding to the sensation, you grind your hips down, and you take a small nip near his jugular, a whine of your name leaving his mouth.

“you sound so pretty, so, so pretty baby. do it again.” you suck on the skin softly, and with your hands pressed against his chest, he allows another murmured whine to ring in your ears, his skin hot to the touch. “fuck, y/n.”

you find yourself tracing his stomach and waist, trailing kisses down his chest — and a welcomed sensation to him when you teasingly flicked your tongue on his hardened nipple. his hips bucked up and you chuckled, his fingers carding through his hair as you swirl your tongue around his nipple, heart beating against his chest insanely fast. “your heart is beating so fast.” whispering, you place a chaste kiss right above it, before trailing down slowly, maneuvering your back and legs to kneel before him, carefully so you’d fit nicely. hyunjin looked at you as you did so, following your every move with glassy eyes.

“take off your pants.” slightly hoarse, but he slipped his hands under the band of his sweats, shoving them down as you’d instructed. you watched like a hawk, the way his thigh muscles flexed deliciously as he shoved them down carefully. springing free, his cock was beautiful — not too thick, maybe two inches above average, leaking precum any time he let you get your hands on him. glancing up at him, you notice the soft love bites blooming across his chest and neck, smiling to yourself as you hover above his cock. running your forefinger along the underside, you relished in the power as hyunjin shivered under your touch. leaning down slightly, you give his tip a kitten lick, gathering a bit of his precum on your tongue — and you rest your hands on his thighs to hoist yourself up towards his lips.

taking your tongue in first, hyunjin kisses you slowly, allowing the taste of himself to marinate in your mouths. you gently drag your nails on his inner thighs, noticing the goosebumps trail along your boyfriend’s skin before you grab his shaft snugly. a surprised gasp disconnects your lips, and you take the opportunity to spit directly on his swollen tip, taking it into your mouth shallowly as you softly spread your saliva with his precum. all is calm as you begin sucking towards the underside of his tip, your tongue running along the thick vein of his length.

practically drooling a river, you push yourself to sink down a bit more, allowing his tip to barely brush the back of your throat — his dull nails are digging into your shoulder as you swallow around him, the pace of your movements excruciatingly slow as you pull off with a pop. a string of spit connected you to him as you pulled away, your lips swollen lightly as you took hold of his thigh, pumping his erection in one hand, kissing his lips chastely as you whispered sweet nothings. “i want you, so bad, baby.” he whines against your lips, and you almost feel bad as you sadistically smirk. “you always do, don’t you?”

you can feel his thigh quivering as he tries to hold back, but the overwhelming feeling of your lips dragging over his upper body and the tight, rhythmic stroking of his cock in your hand was all too much. you can tell because he’s beginning to look away, his eyes fluttering as you continue to murmur filthy words in his ear, his hips swiveling in light circles into your hand. “does the little slut want to cum?” and without warning, hyunjin was orgasming, his cum shooting out in warm spurts all over your chest. his eyes screwed shut as he trembled under your touch, and you simply smiled as he exhaled a breath you were sure he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

“found a new word for you, baby. you did so well for me, my love.” you laugh softly as you begin to wipe your breasts off with your finger, not noticing the way hyunjin’s tired eyes still held a bit of lust in them. taking hold of your hips, hyunjin pulled you up into his lap once more, leveling your chest with his mouth. he slowly dragged his lips over every open part, collecting his cum as he swirled his tongue over your breasts, nipping softly. appalled, you watched him through hooded eyes, an absentminded hand tangled in his hair leading him to your nipples every now and again. “kiss me, baby.”

his hand quickly finds home on your jaw, guiding the slippery kiss full of passion..when you hear a knock on the window. the sudden sound causes you to hit your head on the roof of the car, in turn making you bite down on hyunjin’s lower lip. not that he cared, it was hot.

“what the fuck!” hyunjin throws his shirt over you before tucking himself back into his sweatpants, and you panic-wipe your face and his, realizing just how foggy the windows had gotten. he takes a shaky breath before rolling down the window, only to see minho standing there with his arms crossed. “y/n-ah, you said thirty minutes.” he’s not happy, but hey, it could’ve been worse. you sigh in relief, dropping hyunjin’s shirt, not caring that minho has now seen your boobs as you tug your straps back up. hyunjin’s stomach felt like it fell out of his ass, but minho grimaces as he watches his younger friend wipe his face once more. “in the parking lot? really?”

“listen, sometimes you gotta make do.” you smile, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek apologetically. “i’ll see you at home, baby. promise.” kissing his lips gently one more time, you wave to him as he tries to catch his breath. slipping away with minho, you try to hide the sweat on your face from riling yourself up in a hot ass car just to get your boyfriend off.

“i expected more from you, y/n. you were gone for forty minutes,” minho scoffs as he wipes a tissue across your chest, and you feel your face heat something awful when you realize you still had some of hyunjin’s residue on you. how embarrassing. nonetheless, you scowl at your friend. “that’s barely ten minutes over!” you want to be mad at minho, but your mind can only drift to hyunjin as your empty stomach growls for the last twenty minutes of your shift.

“yah, hyunjin-ah. i’m home!” you call out as you slide your backpack off, noticing his favorite boots abandoned by the door. minho had walked you home, so you figured there was no use in calling him anyway. rolling your eyes, you pick them up to place on the somewhat empty rack (it was usually full of shoes stacked upon each other), and it is only then you hear the lo-fi beats coming from your bedroom that you realize he may have fallen asleep. smiling to yourself, you tiptoe into the kitchen, finding the soft tofu stew in the microwave and you grant yourself permission to heat it up while you get ready for bed. popping the lid off, you slide it back in and quietly walk towards your bedroom, seeing your boyfriend bundled in the duvet like a burrito. his eyes were shut, lips parted softly and he was beautiful.

leaning against the doorframe, you admire him quietly, his light breathing drowned out by the music coming from your television. you take in the purple-tinted atmosphere, ignoring the backpack and duffle bag hidden in the corner of the room.

“stop staring at me,” you hear him mumble, and you let out a laugh. “i thought hwang hyunjin was sleeping, sorry hwang hyunjin.” you chuckle, moving to turn on the desk lamp to remove your makeup. he grunts in response, before sitting up and leaning back onto the bed frame. “yah, y/n. i need my beauty rest.”

“yeah? do you? you also need to study, you’ve got a fat ass final coming up in that anthropology class.” you tap your shared calendar, and sure enough, he had a test in two weeks. “honey, i deserve a break.” he groans, and you simply shake your head as you wipe off your lipstick, that had somehow managed to stay intact during your...earlier endeavors.

“yeah, baby. you do.” you smile at him through the mirror, noticing the way he seemed a bit...drained. “ah, i don’t like it when you look like that, hyunnie. what’s nagging you?” you say, slipping off your jumper and tank top, rustling in his drawer for a shirt, which felt surprisingly less full. his silence makes you rush, grabbing a random shirt you were sure belonged to changbin at some point but you shoved your head in anyway.

“i just...i’m feeling a bit cold.” he says quietly, and you freeze. “cold...cold meaning sick, cold meaning temperature, cold meaning—”

“you feel far away, y/n. i feel cold.” he reluctantly turns to face you, his hands in his lap. frowning, you tug off your jeans, grabbing a pair of his shorts to slide on. “baby, i—”

“no, y/n. don’t ‘baby’ me, you always do this. anytime i want to be closer to you and i want to show you off the world, you hide from me. every time i want to go do cliché couple things, like matching sweaters or something, you brush me off. am i a joke, y/n? is this funny to you? do you get off on being cruel to someone who loves you more than anything?”

the outburst is unexpected. you feel your chest heat with embarrassment, and you back away from the bedside where you had been standing. you feel your eyes well up with tears but you know there is no excuse for the way you’d been acting, and that he wasn’t wrong — and you couldn’t brush it off this time. looking down, you fiddle with your rings as you let his words sink in.

“i’m sorry, hyunjin. i wasn’t aware you felt this way,” you feel a lump in your throat and you wonder why — maybe after so long of hoping he would mess up in order to break up, you realized you didn’t want that. you look at him through blurred vision, the purple love bites you left now fully bloomed and an eyesore. “i know you weren’t, y/n. you never ask me how i’m feeling any more, much less have you ever. i understand we get caught up in our lives and i know that all this ‘other half’ stuff is bullshit, but you would make time for me, y/n. you were melting, and now you’re just back in the freezer.” he sighed, throwing the comforter off his legs and standing before you. wiping tears off your cheeks, hyunjin pulls you into a tight hug.

“i just want to know what i’m doing wrong.” and you break. “you’re not doing anything wrong, hyunjin. it’s me, it’s always been me. i’m just this broken piece of ice that’s been floating over the ocean for decades, hoping someday the sun will melt me down and i’ll become one with the water. i’m tired of not being able to give you the benefit of the doubt and realize that you won’t hurt me like everyone else has. it’s been three damn years, hyunjin. what am i doing wrong?”

“maybe you’re not ready for a relationship, y/n.” his voice is calm as he strokes your back, and you feel your heart start racing at the thought of losing him. regardless of what you’d thought before, the panic of being alone has now set in and you can’t imagine your life without him — and that in itself is a toxic mentality. you were not incomplete before you met hyunjin, and you would be fine if and when he ever decided to step out of your life.

“no, no. i am, i am ready. that’s why i’m here, i swear i’ll fix it—” your panicked hands stroked hyunjin’s face shakily, and you noticed tears in his eyes as he grabbed your wrists, cupping your hands in his own as he stood. “y/n, you’re not ready. for the past three years, i’ve felt alone in this apartment, no matter how many times you walked through that door. i felt you try to warm up, i felt your effort but slowly, you just kept pushing me back. ice is meant to melt at some point, my love. maybe you are something far more solid.”

and that is when you notice that he is fully dressed. his jewelry is still in, and he’s in a different jumper and sweatpants. his feet are covered with the cactus socks you snagged at target for him, and you suddenly feel your stomach do a backflip. suddenly, the less-crowded shoe rack, the organized drawer, the bags in the corner...they make sense.

“are you...are you leaving me?” your trepidation is clawing at your throat, and you can feel your nails digging into your palms. “no, y/n. you’re leaving me.” hyunjin wipes a tear from his face, holding one of your poetry books in his hand. he must have hid it under the blankets, and he hands it to you, opening it to a bookmarked page. you now see your world crumbling before you. furrowing your brows, you close it, your hand going limp as you stare at his socks.

“you read my work.” you let the book slip onto the floor, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. “it’s the only way i’ve even made it this far, y/n.” you feel betrayal rip through you, and you hate that the only thing you ever asked him not to do had been done. you didn’t care about hiding anything besides this flimsy book of poems that you hid beneath your bed every single time you wrote something new.

“get out.” you mumble, and hyunjin opens his mouth, only to press it in a tight line. he grabs his bags quickly, and you’ve seen now that he even cleared his own cosmetics off your vanity. you would miss dolling him up for his showcases. “i’ll see you at my showcase. i hope you’re still coming.” he said quietly, before padding silently into the living room, and eventually, you heard the jingle of his keys and the slam of the front door. hearing the lock turn, you felt the tears roll down your face uncontrollably.

and slowly, but surely, you’ve fallen asleep with your face buried in hyunjin’s pillow, the soft tofu stew long forgotten.

things had always been so neutral with hyunjin. he didn’t like fighting but he was petty as hell, so that canceled out. he didn’t like cooking but he was great at it, which also canceled out. he didn’t particularly care for shower sex, but when you did indulge, it almost made you angry how well it went down.

sex with hyunjin was quite the opposite of neutral — it was filthy, wet, slippery even. it was hot and heated and you loved every moment of whatever was happening — whether he had been pounding you into your mattress, or his face was buried between your thighs, everything was euphoric. and what made you furious was that whilst you had let yourself wallow in your sudden heartbreak, you didn’t realize that you craved the skinship you shoved away.

you missed waking up to his hand literally dangling in your face, his leg thrown over your hip, or his cold ass feet tucked onto the back of your thighs. you missed holding someone’s hand as you walked around campus, being kissed goodbye as he dropped you off for class while he was headed to practice. you hated seeing hyunjin across campus and not being able to call out his name and hand him the milk tea that you’d mistakenly bought for him ten minutes ago, having completely forgotten that you were broken up.

so you felt like an idiot holding two medium wintermelon milk teas as your ex-boyfriend walked closer with his entourage. you looked at minho, and as if sensing your eyes, he glanced up. meeting your gaze, minho’s jaw dropped as you trashed the drink, tossing it in the nearest garbage can — an action not missed by felix and hyunjin. “hey, y/n.” minho tried, and you glared at him as you walked past, nearly slamming into changbin and jeongin as you did so.

you ignored the ache in your throat, your eyes scanning the campus for chan. you had set to meet with him to study for your statistics final, and had been running late by getting boba. only then you realize you could have given him the extra drink, but you shook it off as you see his built form appear a few feet in front of you, his thick legs cozied in warm sweatpants that read 3RACHA down his thigh. “channie! wait up!”

he halts, looking up from his phone to look around. “ah, y/n!! how are you?” turning, he gives u a soft fist bump as you both begin the walk to the library. your hand took his elbow, and he was puzzled as you rushed him down the path. “are you okay? you seem off. did something happen with hyunjin?”

you were inside the library now, and you feel your stomach churn at the sound of his name, simply swiping your student card to get into the study room. you set down your backpack, toying with the zipper before you begin trying to form the words necessary. you tried to hold it in, but you couldn’t help and let a few tears slip out of your eyes as your lips quivered. “we broke up.”

followed by silence, chan seemed to understand as he stood, enveloping your limp form in a hug as you broke down for the third time that week. trying to hide your emotions from your friends was always easy, but you’d never felt defeat like this. you’d never allowed someone to see your heart and learn its ways, so knowing now that you had seen hyunjin’s and ignored it simply showed that you had taken him for granted.

“haven’t you got any faith in yourself, y/n?” he mumbles as he wipes your cheeks with his sleeve, taking hold of both your hands. “being single is the least of your worries, girl. let’s just cool off a bit and focus on this dumbass final that we’ve got to ace tomorrow.” chan began writing up practice equations that your professor had assigned earlier that week, and though you wiped your tears and whipped out your calculator — you regretted renting the study room across the very library you met hyunjin in.

the boys had wound up dragging you out of the apartment on the night of hyunjin’s showcase, making the coping process much harder and the carpool was just a bit more suffocating as you turned into an unfamiliar neighborhood to pick up the soloist for the night, hwang hyunjin. you looked at the houses on the street as chan cruised forward, only to stop in front of an old townhouse with a nice vegetable garden. you quietly looked out the window to see your ex-boyfriend kissing and older woman’s cheek goodbye.

“hey, scoot.” he opened the door and you reluctantly scooted over, realizing now why the boys asked if you wanted the passenger seat. hyunjin’s freshly dyed black hair would definitely be a show-stopper, and paired with the dance he’d prepared, you knew he’d steal some hearts. “nice hair.” you mutter, and you feel hyunjin sigh softly, pulling out his phone.

a minute later, you feel your phone vibrate in your clutch. a small lump in your throat forms as you see you’ve forgotten to change his contact name.

[4:54PM] baby ♥︎🩰: would you be willing to do my makeup for the showcase..?

glancing up, you grimace as you see hyunjin staring out the window with flaming red cheeks. scowling, you type back a short ‘yes’ and stare at the bouquet in your lap for the rest of the drive.

backstage was crawling with dancers and makeup artists, but hyunjin had managed to convince the stage manager to get him and the boys off in a green room in the concert hall. seeing as the stage manager apparently owed hyunjin for some favor years ago, he’d snuck hyunjin the key as you strolled quietly backstage with the boys. minho and felix just needed to get dressed, they would be waiting in the audience for their turn on stage for the group performances. you feel set up, somehow.

you waited quietly on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through twitter as you let the boys rustle around getting into their outfits. seeing as hyunjin had a solo and a group dance, his bag was twice as heavy. “okay, i’m heading out. we’ll be up third.” minho was buttoning his shirt as he started walking out, felix trailing behind him as he smoothed on some chapstick. the room felt thick with tension, yet you pushed past it to set up hyunjin’s makeup on the vanity table, your fingers dusted with eye glitter.

“these are for you,” you set the bouquet down on the vanity as you allow him to finish getting dressed. a bouquet of mixed flowers, bold and colorful — daisies, cornflowers, honeysuckles, red tulips and carnations. an eyesore that you adored. you knew you wouldn’t be around after the performance, so you simply slipped your note into the bouquet when he silently clipped in his jewelry.

best of luck, my love. forever yours, y/n <3

“why are you being so quiet?” hyunjin asked as he came up behind you, buttoning his shirt quickly. “yah, i’m not being quiet. i feel awkward, i want to get this done and over with, hyunjin.” you say, moving out of the way so he can sit down, and you sweep his hair off his face, ignoring the temptation to kiss his forehead like you usually would. you know, for someone who had had a hard time melting to form into what hyunjin ‘needed’, you sure had no trouble being what hyunjin craved. he hadn't realized that until his first actual night without you.

he was freezing.

“be gentle with me.” he said as you patted moisturizer under his eyes, listening out for the start of the first performance. “i always am.” you whisper, not allowing the tears building up to escape as you blink them back. hyunjin’s gaze on your face was intensely intimidating as you carefully blended a muted terracotta shade on his eyelid, and you think you imagine the pout on his lips until you go back in with a brown pencil liner. “yah, hwang hyunjin! why are you pouting?”

he looks down at his hands, toying with the loose strands on the holes of his jeans. you frown, dusting on an easy amount of blush before grabbing his lip tint. your hand grasps his jaw, his eyes widening as you do so.

“you’ve gotten so mean,” he mutters as he puckers his lips, and you feel a smile sneak onto your face as you dab the tint on lightly. “you’ve always liked it.” you almost kiss him, out of routine, but the cold air in the room reminds you of what can no longer be. a sad feeling washes over you as you spray his face lightly with a setting spray, and wave your hands around him to dry it.

“you’re going to do great out there, hyunjin. i know it.” holding his arms, you rub them gently one last time before hearing the second song start for the next group, starting your brisk walk out of the room. “wait.” stopping in place, you don’t turn as you hear his feet patter behind you, and you feel his presence on your back as his hand takes hold of your wrist. slowly, he turns you around and your eyes are closed, not wanting to know what the next two minutes may hold. you don’t realize you’re backing up against the door until you’ve hit it, and your eyes open to see his face ghosting over yours. his breathing is shaky, and you can’t help but feel tears fill your eyes as you brush your lips against his.

kissing you back softly, his hand finds home on your waist — and you feel a tear roll down as you wrap your arms around his neck. your lips are burning his skin but he relishes in the warmth he’d been missing for the past two weeks. your skin is hot to the touch and he realizes…

maybe it was him that needed melting.

“good luck, hyunjin. you’re gonna be fine.” you sniff as you push him away, exiting the green room as quickly as you could, hearing the second song coming to an end. you’re sprinting towards the auditorium at this point, nearly crashing into minho as he and felix are rushing towards backstage to set up in the thirty seconds they have. “first row, fourth seat!” felix yells as you open the auditorium door, and you nearly bust a lung trying to catch your breath while sliding into the seat next to jisung.

“hey, sungie.” you take a deep breath and han jisung simply shakes his head — his hand taking hold of yours as the curtain rises with the boys in position. of course, hyunjin is front and center as the spotlight catches him directly, his hands crossed across his face in a gesture you’d memorized from his practices. the music begins, and once more you’re drawn in by the fluid movements of his body, the body control he carried on himself was something many dancers would die for. suddenly, it’s like there’s no one else in the room but you and him. you’re locked on his swiveling hips, the flow of his arms as he melted into the music.

and you fall in love all over again.

“our last soloist for the night has been well anticipated in many ways. the star of the show, the one and only man of the hour — let’s hear it for our very own hwang hyunjin!” the announcer is far too excited in your opinion, and you roll your eyes as the entire auditorium goes up in screams, joining them in their clapping. the crowd dies down as the curtain rises, and you hold your breath as hyunjin steps into view, a piece of white ribbon in between his teeth as he looks into a gold-framed mirror. he ties his hair back carefully as he stares into the mirror, and as the beat drops in, your jaw locks. his hand wraps around his neck lightly, before looking back with a finger in his mouth.

he rips off the veil-like cape and before you know it, he’s on the ground and you understand now why the entire crowd is entranced as his knees alternate, the way his hand covers his joker-like grin and the way he’s sliding around the floor is simply delicious. fan service, you think reluctantly as you hear a group of individuals screaming in a lust-filled pitch.

the silver details make him glimmer as he releases all his emotions on the stage, and you feel your thighs clench as you catch a glimpse of the belly piercing you adored. your nails are digging into your palm as you realize how high the shirt has come undone, and it is only now that you recognize the song playing in your ears as hyunjin’s performance comes to an end with his hand around his neck once more, the lights dimming as the last line rings in your mind.

i’ve always liked to play with fire.

you feel your heart stop in your chest as hyunjin throws the rose he’d held in his mouth in your general direction, and the crowd screams once more as he leaves the stage, pulling the ribbon out of his hair as he exited. you ignore all the screams as you feel the urge to get up and leave the premises like you have every single time hyunjin had a showcase. you want to push your way out the doors and run home to a pillow that doesn’t smell like him anymore but you pretend it does in hopes of some sort of manifestation that he’d show up in your dreams again.

you can’t help but slip your heels off and bolt for the exit as the dancers come back on stage for their final bow. you see hyunjin in your peripheral view and like always, you ignore it. you ignore the beet red blush on his face as people throw flowers at him and scream his name, and you ignore the way he pushes through the crowd to find you in the parking lot. you ignore the cold on your back as you manage to hail a taxi and slip in, giving the driver your address in a hurried sob as you see hyunjin exit the building behind you. you ask her to step on it as you feel the lump in your throat grow, and she gives you a pitiful look as she steps on the gas. you feel bad. you always do when you run away from what is best for you.

“trouble in paradise, honey?” she asks quietly, and you nod as your phone vibrates repeatedly, surely spam calls from the boys. “he loves me far more than i could have imagined. it is sad that i am simply not enough for him in my own eyes.”

“oh my, dear. you will always be enough. look at you, you’re young! you’re full of life even when you look like you’re having a rough time, you look like what i wish i looked like twenty years ago! you’re the it girl, baby. cherish it.” she sighs as she stops in front of your apartment, and you dig through your clutch for some cash. “don’t worry. this one’s on me, but i think you could make it work.” she looks into your eyes and you feel your soul ache as you nod.

“i will, auntie. thank you.” you exit her cab, scurrying up the stairs to your apartment quietly. you feel winded as you unlock your door, and you throw your heels onto the empty rack. you wander mindlessly about your apartment, standing in front of what once held photos upon photos of you, hyunjin and all your friends. memories that were once stuck to the wall were now stacked up on the dining room table, and you sighed as your fingers touched the thumbtack holes.

“in this maze of memories, where did i lose you?” you whisper to yourself, sighing as you trail towards your bedroom, plopping face first onto your bed, ignoring the sudden whiff of hyunjin’s scent coming off your pillow. “how cruel it is to live in a world where you’re not even in my photo albums anymore.”

hyunjin had started to distance himself more, and last you’d heard, he was offered to study a year abroad in france with minho and felix. good for him, i wish him well, you’d told jisung when he shared the good news. minho and jisung managed to work it out, with jisung having been offered a year abroad as well for music production with the dance team, they realized it was time to figure out who they were to each other. you find out the person hyunjin kissed a few months back before the showcase was his grandmother — she’d recently moved into that old townhouse.

you couldn’t really swallow down the pill that hyunjin wasn’t yours anymore, but the universe didn’t give you much of a choice as it kept turning. you’d lost your passion for poetry, and the dream to be a huge name in journalism in the months after. you’d given your poems to be displayed in the creative writing hall at your university, and you realized that nothing you wrote was ever about anything besides hyunjin. everything was connected back to him, and it seemed the world knew that as you dropped your major entirely, and when your advisor questioned what you would be changing it to, you simply shrugged and told her you didn’t know. i want to see the world, you said. university is tying me down.

seeing as you had officially finished the year, you had no loose strands to burn besides packing up and moving out of your student apartment. you’d sent hyunjin his things via seungmin and jeongin, who were kind enough to help you move out and get a moving van back to seoul. you were going to spend the summer with them, seeing as they simply planned to go all around seoul auditioning for companies.

you were taping the last box when you heard a soft knock at the door.

looking up, you see hyunjin. back to his blonde hair, glowing in all his glory. you give him a tight lipped smile, and stand up to greet him quietly. “hello. i heard you got offered a year in france. congratulations.” you mumble as you stand in front of him, and he nods silently. the tension is thick as he shifts from side to side, before clearing his throat.

“i saw your poems in the hall.” he whispered, and you scoff, scratching your neck shyly. “yeah, i decided to say goodbye. sort of lost touch with that dream.” he doesn’t say anything, but you look to see his eyes screwed shut as he leans against your doorframe. “i didn’t know you wrote so much about me, y/n.”

“everything i’ve ever written has been about you, hyunjin. you were my lucky star, the moon i talked to every night. you held all my creativity, because you were my only inspiration.” you shrug, and hyunjin simply stretches his arms out. “come, let me hold you.”

and for a moment, this is okay. you’re okay, feeling the warmth of his body against your own and hearing his soft heartbeat. you’re okay, realizing that you will never stop loving hwang hyunjin, no matter how far he is. you’re okay, knowing that he also loves you, and you’re okay with the soft kiss he plants on your scalp.

“i turned it down. i got into a company,” he murmurs, and you gasp. “and even though i’d be under a dating ban, i figured i’d let you know that i miss you and that i’d override that for you, if you’ll have me. i miss waking up with you and i miss walking to class together. i miss you, and i love you. i hope that we can be together someday, again. whether it’s tomorrow or in ten years, just know my heart belongs to you.”

you can’t begin to explain why he should run. so you won’t. you won’t crush him with your fears, or your doubts of what’s to come — because in the end, the love you fear you don’t deserve has already begun. you smile into his chest, breathing in the soft scent of his perfume. “i love you.”

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 10

Summary: Michael and David have finally had their first kiss. Now that their feelings are being shared with each other, they can start to expand their relationship and see where it goes. Meanwhile, Sam and the Frog Brothers are getting deeper into their vampire obsession.

TW: Chapter contains burn marks and mentions of abuse

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To say the world around you stops when you have a truly special kiss would be cliché. However, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen for some people. For Michael and David, that was exactly what was happening to them.

Neither of them knew who made the first move. In fact, it seemed like it was a mutual action between the two. One moment they were slow dancing at the hijacked party, the next moment they were both leaning in for a kiss. It lasted quite a bit longer than your average first kiss. Forget a simple peck. Theirs was slow, sweet and had enough fireworks to light up the sky on the Fourth of July.

When they finally pulled away and opened their eyes, they still weren’t quite adjusted to what had just happened. Both sets of blue eyes shimmered and shined in the low light of the room. Their mouths were slightly open, still tingling from being pressed together. The world went on without them as the band thanked everyone for coming and guests clapped with a sense of joy they hadn’t expected for their night out.

Someone had to say something first, or the two boys would be frozen in place all night.

“I-” Michael barely got out.

That was all David needed to finally get his head out of the clouds. He blinked rapidly before grabbing hold of Michael’s wrist. He had to get moving as soon as possible.

“Outside. Let’s go outside,” David said, practically commanding the human boy. He pulled him in the direction of the doors that led to the private patio outside. Michael simply held onto his hat and moved his feet as fast as he could to keep up with David. He didn’t know the guy had such a strong grip.

As luck would have it, the entire area outside was completely empty. Cigarette butts filled the ash trays on tables and random glasses and plates were scattered and left for some poor, under-paid workers to clean up. Thankfully, it was just the two of them. Exactly what David needed right now.

“We....I....did we....holy shit....”

Of all the times for David to struggle with finding the right words, it had to be now. This never happened to him. He prided himself on always having confidence and the ability to keep control in any situation. Now it felt like he was tongue-tied.

Despite his freak-out, Michael was perfectly calm and collected. He had a small smile on his handsome face as he scratched the back of his neck. Not knowing what else to do, he reached out and put his hands on David’s shoulders.

“Hey,” he said, keeping his voice low and calm. “It’s all right, David. We can talk about this. I know it’s a lot to take in right ‘bout now”

David truly didn’t know what it was about Michael’s accent that made him magically feel eased again, but he was grateful to hear it. He let out a deep sigh, shoulders finally slumping as a newfound calmness washed over him.

God, his boys had been absolutely right before. He was such a sucker for Michael.

“We....we kissed...” David finally acknowledged. His lips curled upward saying that. He just couldn’t fight the smile that was showing. After all, he had genuinely wanted to do that for quite some time. It was everything he had imagined it would be and so much more.

The adoring look in Michael’s eyes told him the feeling was mutual. It made his blood rush hot and fast in his undead veins.

“Yeah. We sure did,” Michael confirmed. He proudly wore a smile of his own. It was lovesick and goofy. Something that fit the outgoing cowboy quite nicely.

Their gaze was locked together, and once again they found themselves in the conundrum of trying to see who would speak first. Unlike before where the moment was caused by shock, this one was fueled by pure giddiness. They were both just so happy to see one another react so well.

In a way, it was just the thing they both needed in order to feel comfortable enough to keep things going. David felt himself drawn to Michael even more now. Like a magnet’s pull. He just couldn’t fight it.

“I....I really want to kiss you again, Michael....” David admitted.

“God, I thought you’d never ask,” Michael said.

Without any hesitation this time, he pulled on David’s shoulders and brought him in for their second kiss. Something in David clicked, and he matched the energy with Michael. His arms grabbed at his hips, latching on to keep the human boy as close as possible. This kiss had an extra spark of passion to it. Michael sighed into David’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck. He thought David was an amazing kisser. It made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

With his eyes closed and his mouth still moving with Michael’s, he managed to move them both up against the wall of the building. One of the hunting techniques he and the boys often did was seducing victims into alleyways and distracting them with kisses before going in for a bite. This was all a familiar experience, but now it had such a romantic twist to it.

This was all for the adoration David felt for Michael. He never wanted to kiss any other human ever again. Not even for hunting. With lips as soft and sweet as his, it was more intoxicating than any sip of blood that he had ever tasted.

Michael’s heart was pounding a mile a minute, pumping warmth throughout his entire body. His cheeks were flushed, and his hands were shaking. It was a good thing David had him pressed up against the wall, because he felt so dizzy, he could have fainted. He felt lucky to have the blond hold him close to keep such a thing from happening.

Every second spent kissing made David hungry for more. He had held back for so long, and this small taste had him so desperate for more. He wanted to feel under Michael’s clothes, take off the hat and run his fingers through his curls, go at the neck for just a small nibble. Anything.

But it seemed that all he would get for tonight was this passionate kiss.

“David,” Dwayne’s voice called to him in his head. David could have killed the guy for interrupting this. “Come on, we gotta fly. We have to hunt before the night ends. We can’t go to bed hungry”

It pained David to let Michael go, but his packmate was absolutely right. He reluctantly released himself, both boys breathing heavily when their lips were free. Michael seemed confused about how sudden the stop was. Still, David wouldn’t leave the guy hanging.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Michael. The boys and I have to get home. We’ll be in big trouble if we don’t get home before the night ends,” he explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth.

Michael was an understanding guy. Though he didn’t know all the details of what kind of life David was living at home, he knew enough about Max to recognize that there was in fact a true threat if David didn’t do as he was told. With a sympathetic look in his eyes, he held a hand to David’s cheek, rubbing the scruff with his finger. David could have swooned from such a gesture.

“You sure y’all don’t wanna come over to my house? Mama would be more than happy to bring out the ol’ air mattresses for the night!”

David would be lying if he said he didn’t want to do that. Just two kisses from Michael, and he was already willing to throw away his whole vampire routine and risk the light of the sun just to be with him a while longer. Still, he was no baby bat. He knew better than to act so carelessly.

“That’s nice of you, but I’m afraid I gotta decline the offer”

A hint of disappointment was reflected in Michael’s baby blues. Panic rose in David’s chest as he realized how bad it looked bailing so soon after their kiss. He had to salvage this immediately.

“But I really want to see you again as soon as possible! Why don’t we do something tomorrow night? Just the two of us”

God, it apparently did not take much for David to acting like a fool in love. He wanted to kick himself for acting so desperate. It was a good thing Michael was such a great guy who didn’t mind such things. In fact, such a suggestion seemed to put the human in better spirits.

“I’d love that more than a bear loves honey”

David let out a chuckle, always amused by the southernisms that Michael entertained him with. It made him happy enough to end the night with one last kiss to sweeten the deal.

“Then it’s a date,” he whispered before moving in to press his lips to Michael’s. It was pure bliss, feeling the other boy smile into it. Such a wonderful sensation made it feel like the entire night was a big success. It was all so perfect.

“Nighty night, Huckleberry”

“Sweet dreams, Cowboy”

David flashed Michael one last grin before taking off into the night, running on feet until he was out of sight. When he was certain the human couldn’t see him anymore, he took flight to catch up with the other Lost Boys.

Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough.

The plan to ruin Max’s night went off without a hitch. All of their friends and extended family had made the party truly unforgettable. The crowd of country club members were rather split on how they felt. While some had scoffed at the “crude” behavior and left in a huff, others had the time of their lives with the friendly folks. Turns out all they needed was a little bit of country hospitality to have some fun.

Lucy in particular was feeling quite proud of what she and the boys had done. Not only had they given all of their guests a fun time visiting Santa Carla, but she had also put Max in his place after the way he treated his son. She had zero intentions of returning to work at that man’s business. As far as she was concerned, he could go bankrupt, and she wouldn’t shed a single tear.

So rather than give Max a call, she spent the next morning circling job ads in the newspaper in between bites of pancakes. Not only did she need to find a new form of income to keep feeding her sons, but all of their friends as well.

That reminded her. Once Michael talked to them a bit more about making the Emerson house their official home, she could start making arrangements for them. Her father’s basement had been used as storage for all of her mother’s belongings when she passed away. Lucy was certain she could convince her dad to move a few things as a temporary fix.

“Mornin’ Mama!” A voice called, interrupting her thoughts. Michael came sauntering into the kitchen, his hair a mess and his smile nice and bright.

“Well, ain’t you in a good mood today!” Lucy commented. Usually, Michael was a bit groggy at the start of the day. Today he was practically glowing with positivity. “Didya have that much fun at the party last night?”

Michael couldn’t stop the warm blush that spread across his face. He smiled bashfully while his cheeks and ears flushed a deep shade of pink. His mother didn’t even realize how good a night he had.

“I sure did!” he said, sitting down with her and grabbing an empty plate to start building his own stack of pancakes for breakfast. “Oh Mama...I’m happier than a dog with two tails. I can’t thank ya enough for helpin’ me out”

Lucy wasn’t blind to the way her son was looking. She recognized the sense of giddiness that she had experienced when she was around his age. Her boy was in love. Head over heels kind of love. And she had a pretty good idea of who it was with.

She thought back to all of the times he and David were laughing and spending time together during visits. How they’d always sit next to each other at the dinner table and whisper secrets that made them giggle like kids.

Still, she knew it wasn’t her place to ask if her son was ready to share such details yet. All she knew was that he was over the moon, and that was all that mattered. Lucy gave her son a warm smile before standing up from her spot. She kissed his forehead and ruffled up his curls.

“It sure was nice wiping that smug grin off of Max’s face. I’m glad we all were able to give everyone a much better night,” she said. “I’m gonna go do some job huntin’ today so you hold down th’ fort ‘til I get back, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” Michael said, giving his mother a nod. He was always the most responsible one of the sons, but he knew reassuring Lucy that he would take care of the family was always important.

Lucy cleared her dishes before making her way back to her room to freshen up before she hit the town. Michael was left alone with his breakfast and his thoughts.

He had been on cloud nine from the moment he left the party. Ever since he met David after their move, he had been so enamored with him. David was amazing in every way possible. Handsome, charming, talented, fun, and had a heart of gold under that scary, punk-looking aesthetic. Whenever they were together, Michael felt like he was back home again. Safe and happy.

Knowing David had wanted to take things to the next level truly made him feel euphoric. Every time he thought about their kisses, he found himself yearning for more.

“Mike!”

The sudden shout of his name shook Michael out of his train of thought. He blinked rapidly as he took notice of his little brother standing in the kitchen doorway. While Michael was in a blissful mood, Sam seemed like he was under immense stress. There was a nervous look painted on his face and his shoulders were tensed.

“Ya feelin’ alright, Sammy? Ya look like ya saw a ghost!”

To his surprise, Sam didn’t make any kind of snarky quip or joke at his comment. He stayed silent as he pulled up the chair that Lucy had used before. Now Michael was feeling concerned. His brow furrowed as he studied Sam’s features.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something really strange happened last night....at the party....”

Now Michael’s curiosity was piqued. He had been so focused on having a good time with everyone that he hadn’t even thought about what went down with Sam and the Frog Brothers when they distracted Max. In fact, his mind was still on David when they all went home, and he didn’t think to talk to his brother.

“Tell me, Sam”

“Hey, Max! We wanna talk to you for a bit! Let’s hang out!”

That’s what Sam had told Max in order to get him out of the dining hall. Edgar and Alan had been more than willing to help with distracting the tall man, especially after forming such a tight bond with the Emerson family. In their eyes, they were helping keep the peace.

Max had been a bit fussy about their actions. He clearly didn’t enjoy being tossed out of his own get-together, albeit one that was taken over.

“Now listen here, boys!” he said sternly. “I will not stand for you acting up like this! I would like to go back and take back control of my party!”

The kids weren’t going to listen to a thing he had to say. It was up to them to keep David safe with Michael and Lucy happy with their new guests. There was no stopping three determined kids when they put their mind to something.

“Really? I thought we’d go outside and get some air! Maybe talk a bit about our home back in Texas!” Sam said with a cheerful smile.

While Max protested, he and the Frogs were able to push him out onto the patio outside. Edgar and Alan leaned against the door after shutting it so he would be blocked.

“Oooh boy, you sure would love it down south!” Sam gushed, letting his accent slip out. “We got honkytonks, muddin’, rodeos, every little bit o’ fun you can imagine! Plus, ya get ta see the sun rise all nice and purdy in the mornin’ while ya work!”

Max’s face scrunched in a sense of disgust. Clearly, none of those things sounded good to someone like him. It seemed like everywhere he turned, he was surrounded by the chaos that the Emerson family had. All of it brought immense discomfort to the man, and all he wanted was for it to end.

“Look, Sam,” Max interrupted, reaching forward to put a hand on Sam's chest and stop him from moving around. “I would just like to talk to your moth-”

To the shock of the boy, Max let out a yelp of pain when his fingers brushed against the accessory hanging from his shirt collar. Though he hadn’t dressed up for the event, he had still worn a special item for the special occasion; a bolo tie. There was crest in the center of the tie that he had shined for such a special night.

Yet the moment he touched it, Max pulled his hand away as if he had been zapped by something. Sam watched in curiosity, feeling just as surprised as the older man was.

“Are you alright?”

Edgar and Alan perked up too, unaware of what was going on. They tried to get a closer look at what had happened, but Max held his hand close to his chest, covering it with the other hand to block the sight.

“I’m sorry...please excuse me....” was all Max said before he took off in a rush. Sam only got a sliver of a look at the man’s hand as he walked swiftly to the parking lot.

There was a burn mark on his hand. A really nasty one too.

Back home, Sam had witnessed quite a few injuries from people who got too careless or did dangerous things for work. One time in particular, he had witnessed his cousin hurt his arm after stumbling into a campfire. He ended up getting wounded with second-degree burns from that. The glimpse he got of Max’s hands looked identical to that.

While Sam watched in awe as the man disappeared into the row of cars, his friends surrounded him, curious as to what just happened. Edgar cocked his head to the side as he got a better look at the bolo tie that Sam wore. He and his brother studied the metal a little closer.

“What material is this part made of Sam?” he asked.

The Emerson boy was silent for a moment, still shook up by what he had witnessed with his own eyes. A few seconds passed before he was finally able to find his voice again.

“Silver”

Michael had to admit, it was a little hard to hear such a thing from Sam. It all sounded like something born from the wild imagination of a child, yet his brother seemed so unnerved retelling the events from the night before.

“Aw c’mon, Sammy, maybe the light was messin’ with ya. Or maybe he’s got an allergy t’ silver!”

The look on Sam’s face was one of complete disbelief. He was upset that his own brother doubted what he saw plain as day.

“It ain’t no allergy! He was burned,” he insisted. “I’m tellin’ ya, there’s something mighty wrong with that man! You heard th’ stuff Edgar and Alan said before. Vampires are ‘round these parts!”

Now it was Michael’s turn to get upset. He had such an amazing night with David, and now his little brother was talking nonsense that would spoil the mood. Michael couldn’t care less about whatever happened with Max’s hand, but what he did care about was his brother spouting nonsense about a man who had more realistic dangers to him. Dangers that David was on the receiving end of.

“Now Mama done told ya not to spout that vampire bullshit!” Michael snapped at his brother. “There ain’t no such thing as vampires, and I don’t wantcha makin’ light about the kinda man Max is. He’s dangerous, and I’m trying to get David away from him. You’re gonna drive him away if ya start ravin’ like a fool, so knock it off!”

Sam was truly hurt by his older brother’s words. He felt completely insulted, and he couldn’t stand to be around someone who wouldn’t listen to his concerns. In a huff, Sam stood up from the chair again and bolted out the back door. Michael tried in vain to stop the kid, but there was no reasoning with him. He’d probably run off to his friends and vent.

Michael didn’t know what to do. He held his face in his hands and rubbed his temples in frustration. Sam was just being a dumb kid interfering with his plans. All Michael wanted was to be with David. To keep him and his friends safe so that Max wouldn’t continue his abuse.

David.

The boy was his only ray of hope as the day went by. When they were together, he would truly make it count.

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#the lost boys #tlb #my fic #au fic #southern michael #michael emerson #david the lost boys #michael x david

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scarletsaphire · 1 year

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*slams hands on the table* CHALLENGE MODE SAM/EMBER GOOOOO

Sam sat on the sofa, one leg folded under her and the other on the ground. The sofa was uncomfortable, the one that her parent's used for important, stuffy guests they wanted to impress but didn't want hanging around too long. Normally, Sam avoided it, and her parents in general, like the plague, but right now her hard work was finally coming to fruition. She could deal with some minor back pain to watch the fireworks.

"So," Pamela asked, her voice strained and her face frozen in her practiced facsimile of perfection. "How did you and our dear Sammikins meet?"

Ember, who was lounging on the sofa next to Sam with her feet propped up on the expensive coffee table, didn't answer at first. She was busy picking something out of her teeth with her finger. It took Pamela clearing her throat two separate times for Ember to answer her, and that was mostly because Ember had finished getting whatever it was free. Sam was glad her parents had hammered in how to keep a perfectly pure smile on her face from such a young age; Ember was playing her part magnificently, and Sam needed to act none the wiser.

"Oh, I like, mind controlled her whole school. And most everyone else in the town," Ember answered. "Surely you've heard of me. I went through a lot of effort for everyone to remember my name." Ember gestured to the guitar laying across her lap. Sam elbowed her in the side. Despite the fact that it didn't hurt (Sam had seen Ember get thrown through multiple walls before. Sam might have been strong, but she wasn't that strong) Ember made a show of rubbing her side. "Aw, babe, what was that for?"

Sam was looking at Ember, but she kept her focus on her parents out of the corner of her eye. She didn't miss their flinch at the pet name, and she had to fight to keep her genuine glee from showing on her face. "You've been hanging out with Danny too much."

"Yea, well, it's your fault for introducing us," Ember said. "Can't blame me for liking him, kids got good taste. He was chasing after you for a while, after all."

Pamela inhaled sharply through her nose. Jeremy's eye twitched. They were small signs, but Sam knew them well. She was wearing down their nerves at record breaking speeds, and she wasn't about to stop now. Not when the plan was working so well.

"Yes, the...Fenton boy," Jeremy said. "Surely, someone of your...status wouldn't be interested in hanging around his type?"

"Oh, you mean cause I'm a ghost?" Ember said. Sam noted the tightening of his grip on the arm chair. "Nah, I've seen the ghost hunters around. I could blow their asses out of the water any day of the week. Honestly, its kind of rude that you think I couldn't. That's like, rule number one of ghosts, y'know? It's kind of like prison, if prison was cool and came with laser beams. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz."

Pamela opened her mouth to speak. If Sam had to guess, it would probably be asking if Ember had ever been in prison; she wouldn't ask about the ghost stuff where Ember could hear her; not only was her parents still scared of ghosts, they also refused to be considered knowingly rude. At least, to anyone with sway. Ember may be dead, but she was famous, at least around Amity Park. That counted for something in their eyes. Whatever Pamela had to say didn't matter, as Ember swung her feet off of the coffee table and started talking again.

"Speaking of jazz, you got some cool vinyls in here! I'm sure you don't mind if I play some of them? I'm kinda big on music, if you couldn't tell." Ember didn't wait for permission, grabbing one of the records (meticulously hung on the wall to give a semblance of culture and spontaneity to the room. Not that Sam's parents had ever listened to a single one of them; it was all part of posturing.) and slipping it onto the record player.

"Of course." Sam could almost hear the tension in her mom's voice, breaking through her carefully constructed softness. "I'm sure Jeremy will be happy to show you around our collection while I have a word with Sammikins. Out. Side." And there was the teeth clenching fury Sam had been after. She glanced at the grand clock in display on the fireplace mantle. It had barely taken four minutes from Ember's arrival to reach red in the face Pamela. A record by nearly two and a half minutes.

Pamela's fingers locked around Sam's wrist, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to bruise. Sam struggled, but it was mostly for show. She could break the grip if she wanted to; her mother made it a point to be "feminine" which, to her, meant weak, and Sam was anything but. That wasn't the play here. No, she was following the plan, and the plan had her following. At least for now.

As soon as the door to the formal sitting room was shut behind them, Pamela turned on Sam with all of her carefully hidden fury unmasked. "Just what do you think you're doing, bringing one of those things into our house?" she hissed, not letting go of Sam's wrist.

"First off she's not a thing, mom," Sam replied, slipping venom into her voice. Maybe a bit too much venom, actually. That should be for later. Indignant fury would be better. "And she can hear you. Ghosts have better hearing than we do."

Pamela narrowed her eyes at Sam as if trying to gauge how truthful Sam was being. Finally, she dragged Sam a few doors down. "Do you think it," the pronoun was said with emphasis. "can hear us here?"

"Probably not," Sam lied. "I don't get what the big deal is! You told me that if I was to date someone of my choosing, then they had to be of influence, well known and well liked, and self sufficient! Last I checked, Ember ticked all those boxes."

"I didn't think you would go so far as to coercing with one of those things! Its dangerous and volatile, and dead! I know you are going through the whole spooky dead thing phase, but I thought you'd at least be reasonable enough to draw the line at speaking to one of them. And then you show up saying you're dating one of them?" Pamela dropped Sam's wrist in favor of pacing a small circle in the hallway and wringing her hands together nervously. "It tried to kidnap us! It tried to mind control the whole town! It admitted to it!"

"She," Sam said. Now was the time to add the venom. "is not an it. And how do you know she hasn't changed! It's not like she hurt anyone. It was all just..." One beat, two, three. Just enough to make it seem like she was searching for words. "...ghost fun."

"And what about when it wants to have this 'ghost fun' with you?" Pamela snapped, her voice ever so slightly louder than her normal speaking voice. Perfect. "Please, Sammikins. I'm just trying to look out for you. It isn't safe."

"No, I don't have to listen to this! I love her, mom!" Sam raised her own voice to just barely below a shout. That was the signal. "I love her, and there's nothing you can do about it! I tried to follow all of your dumb rules, and the one person I could find that actually gets me isn't good enough for you!" Sam felt the corners of her eyes prickle. She shifted her focus to meat plants, factory farms, and that one scene from Derrick Disassembled where the android was stripped for melting. The prickle turned to tears. Her mascara would run, but that was the point. It was more dramatic that way. "You can't control who I love, mom! So either let me live my own life without any of these stupid rules, or I'll..." She choked on her words. She needed to make them seem genuine, like this was a difficult decision. Like she wouldn't go back on them. "I'll run away with her! She can take me to the ghost zone, where you won't be able to get between us."

"Samantha Manson!" Pamela practically shrieked. "Think about what you're saying! You'd rather-"

Ember appeared to Sam's side, materializing out of thin air. "I heard yelling," she said, eyes narrowing and flame ponytail burning high enough to singe the ceiling. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

Sam gave one tense nod, before she felt invisibility wash over her. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Sam let her fake sobs turn into real laughter. Ember snickered with her.

"You did good back there! I didn't know ya had it in you!" Ember said after they came to a halt in the airspace above the Manson Mansion.

Sam wiped at the tracks of mascara on her face. "I've had a lot of practice. You did great too. I thought my dad might have an aneurysm."

Ember laughed. "You should've seen him after you left. I was poking around his vases and stuff and dropped one. Didn't break, but I think he was about to."

"Oh yea, that'd do it." Sam grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Already, she had three texts and four missed calls from both of her parents. She turned off the phone. "So, are we calling it a night here, or...?"

"Is there anywhere in this place that does karaoke nights or something?" Ember asked after a moment. "Not that I didn't enjoy this, but I think a proper night out might be nice."

"There's a place I know that does live slam poetry," Sam suggested. "Not quite music, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you brought your guitar up with you."

"Sounds good to me."

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #sam manson #ember mclain #sam manson/ember mclain #ask game #pamela manson #jeremy manson #somber sear

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dollgutted · 2 months

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so my tumblr front page has a lot of ghostface stuff for obvious reasons, he's obviously a big fave of mine and i follow a lot of ghostie lovin' accounts, as well as following the ghostface tag. typical stuff. but i. every time i see live action ghostface i cannot fucking help but think of that poor fucking scare actor who was dressed as ghostface at the haunt i went to last year.

important details: i am a 4'9 man and despite being a horror lover and connoisseur, i do not handle irl horror very well. that is to say, i'm chicken shit. i'm a fucking baby. i cry and hide behind my friends at haunts. i love going! don't get me wrong! i love going so much because i love being scared but also my fear reaction isn't to fight, flee, or freeze, it's to fawn n cry, baby, that's how i do it. but it's always like "wow that was fun!" after the haunt, yanno? it's scary but it's not real so it's not traumatizing or anything, it's just like, "haha man i am weak let's go again next year", whatever yanno. those details out of the way, if you know ANYTHING about haunts, you know seasoned scare actors are usually pretty good at telling who the scaredy cat is, and a lot of times, that's the easy target. some will go for the one they can tell is already fuckin tweaking lmao. and boy, is it not hard to tell with me.

so let me set the scene: it's 11PM, dark as shit, i'm dressed like a fucken slut bc i always gotta dress up for haunts, if i'm gonna cry i wanna look hot doin' it yanno. got my bunny hat on, for emotional support (doesn't everyone have a hat w/ bunny ears for emotional support?). i'm clinging to my friends shirt while they're dragging me through this corn maze. i hear something crunch behind us and instinctively cling tighter. i know something is about to happen and i'm NOT going to like whatever it is. i'm anticipating a loud noise. a scream. someone to jump out.

LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD, who other than ghostface is suddenly fucking beside me. ME. this haunt isn't super strict about invasion of personal fucking space, it's not officially no touch but most of them won't really touch you. this guy, though, oh no. he says nothing, that'd be out of character of course, but i am staring. wide eyed. just looking up at him. my friends feel me pause. they turn back. THEY START LAUGHING. THEY ARE ANTICIPATING.

i am truly frozen, i am just looking at this man when he moves to press his (obviously fake) knife into my throat, tilting my chin up a little bit with it. i cannot fucking. i cannot function. i GIGGLE. i am a grown man and i giggle like a schoolgirl who's crush just picked up their dropped pencil for them. I GIGGLED. this man tenses, he did NOT expect that reaction. my friends are fucking cackling. this scare actor has been thrown for a loop. he once more says nothing, removes the knife, stares down at me for a solid thirty seconds, and then WALKS AWAY.

GHOSTFACE SCARE ACTOR IF YOURE OUT THERE I AM SO SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE I SINCERELY DID NOT BUT I LOVE GHOSTFACE PLS UNDERSTAND YOU MADE A DREAM COME TRUE THAT NIGHT AND I STILL THINK ABOUT IT A YEAR LATER I WOULD APOLOGIZE IF I COULD BUT I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THAT HAUNT EVER AGAIN OUT OF EMBARRASSMENT.

#this isnt even the most embarrassing interaction ive had at a haunt either #i have a TALENT for embarrassing myself at haunts #now that i think about it every haunt ive ever gone to #ive had smth either embarrassing or unfortunate happen #youd think id stop going #but its sm fun lmao #ghostface #scream #haunt #scare actor #pls if ur out there i am deeply sorry sir #but also never talk to me again i literally cannot handle the shame #i cannot fucking believe i giggled i am so fucking sorry you were trying to scare me bro and like i #wrong person?#i am so sorry #i wrecked your vibe #i did not mean to #hopefully you scared some other folks that night #ill die in my hole of shame lmao

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Crushes Don't Get Easier (James Diamond x Reader) Chapter Two

Summary: BTR is a big hit, everyone loves them, but when they come back to the Palm Woods after their latest tour, they are greeted by a new girl band who actually signed with Gustavo while they were gone. (Name) is their leader who has great style, beautiful and is excellent at singing and dancing. The boys don't get along with them at first but then they realize they can be allies instead of enemies. James gets closer to her slowly even if he is still hung up on Lucy who left him without saying a word. Will there be more to (Name) and James, or is it just a fleeting fantasy and nothing will come of it?

Warnings: fluff, goofiness, angst later on

“WHAT?!”

The boys exclaimed in a mix of anger and shock. (Name) smiled as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She decided in that moment that she will show them that her band is gonna be a real competition for the guys.

“Oh, everyone is here, perfect! Let’s see what you managed to put together Gustavo!”

Griffin waltzed in with his two shadows. The business man grinned at them before he snapped with his fingers and pointed at the studio. “Now.”

Everyone settled into the recording booth while (Name), Lily and Emma stood in position in the other room. It was a thrilling feeling for (Name), everyone watching them. She started moving to the beat, her voice filled the room with the first lines.

James watched with fascination how the girls performed. His blood pumped in his veins as he observed and wished it could be him in the spotlight with (Name). She kept looking at him and once she got to the part which was about taking a chance at love, she winked at him. His heart thumped in his chest. It was always him doing the flirting and wooing, the girls mostly only responded after he took the first step.

Then the song ended, Griffin clapped happily, congratulating Gustavo, telling him to start on the first album with the girls but James was still staring at (Name) who high fived with Lily and Emma. Carlos grabbed his arm, waking him from his frozen state.

“You okay dude?” the latino asked.

“Y-yeah, okay, fine, cool, suuuper cool!” the brunette nodded quickly.

“Doesn’t seem like it…” Logan quipped in.

“Guys, I’m okay, I-”

“James, talk to us, okay? What’s wrong? Is it (Name)?” Kendall joined in as well.

“No, I mean yes, but not like that…” James shook his head. “What’s gonna happen to us now?”

“You won’t be kicked out if you’re worried about that.” (Name) spoke up from behind them. Then added. “Maybe, I don’t know that to be honest.”

“Ever since you stepped foot in here you keep being mean. What the hell is wrong with you?” Kendall pointed at (Name). The girl’s eyebrows raised then anger took over her pretty features. She stepped closer to the tall blonde and poked his chest with her index finger.

“Who was the first to talk shit about me thinking I wasn’t hearing it?!”

“Well, James did but I heard girls are always more mature so act like it!” he replied.

“You want mature?!” she exclaimed. “Then you guys will get just that!”

With that, (Name) turned around and stomped out of the sound booth. Emma followed her with an indifferent expression while Lily latched onto Carlos again.

“I think she might be right…?” Logan spoke up.

“(Name) won’t take a simple apology after all this.” Lily quipped in. The guys gathered around her with curious expressions. The light brown haired girl sighed and let go of Carlos. “She’s cold and distant on the outside until you get to know her. She’s always been talked about behind her back and many people in the industry were awful to her. Be honest when you apologize for talking badly about her and then keep being nice to her. I promise you will gain the best ally.”

Then Lily pressed a soft kiss to Carlos’ cheek and went out of the room to find her bandmates. Kendall turned to James with the look they all knew he got when he got a plan.

“James, it’s time you put on your wooing costume!”

Back at Palm Woods the guys hid behind the bush by the pool waiting for (Name) and the girls to show up. James was nervous to be honest. He felt bad for saying mean things about (Name) behind her back. He was only saying that out of anger and meant nothing of it but apologizing felt awkward. His embarrassment made his blood rush in his veins as he clutched the bouquet of flowers with so much force that the poor plants were almost completely crushed.

“So, when they walk out of the lobby, you go over to (Name) and say you’re sorry and you’d like to apologize for talking shit about her.” Kendall pronounced each syllable slowly and articulated carefully.

“I know what I have to do… It’s just so embarrassing!” the brunette hissed. Was he blushing? He quickly shook his head and turned back to the doors of the lobby.

(Name) walked out alone with a book in her hand and a glass of iced lemonade in the other. She was wearing a one piece swimming suit with a cover up and some sunglasses on the top of her head. Right at that moment James felt all of his blood rush south.

“Go tiger!”

The guys pushed him out of the bush and he stumbled right into (Name). She dropped everything and to steady herself, grabbed onto James but their balance was already off and they landed in the pool.

“Oh crap!” Logan winced.

James resurfaced and shook his head so he could see but then (Name) emerged from the water and jumped on him with a shriek, pushing him back into the water.

“My book is completely soaked!” she growled angrily.

“(Name)! (Name)! We were the ones who pushed him too hard!” Kendall tried to shout over the splashing.

She stopped brawling with James in the water who held her wrists, her body almost completely on his and their legs tangled underwater. (Name) only realized the close proximity and how much their bodies were touching. She quickly ripped herself away from him and threw her book out of the water then crawled out of the pool and started stomping back toward the lobby.

“(Name)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“I DON’T CARE! YOU RUINED MY CLOTHES, MY HAIR, MY BOOK AND MY DAY!” she shouted at him then whirled around and left while the guys saw her brush a tear out of her right eye.

“Okay, plan B!” Kendall said.

“No, no plan B or C or X, Y, Z! I will just simply ask Bitters which apartment she lives in, dry myself, fix my hair and will give her a peace offering!” James slapped the soaked and wrinkled flowers into his friend’s chest then stomped after (Name).

Later when (Name) finally managed to dry her book she leaned back on the sofa she shared with the girls and was about to continue when the doorbell rang. Lily walked out of the kitchen in her pink apron.

“I will get it, I still need to wait for the cookies to cool.”

(Name) sent her a flying kiss and turned back to her book. However, her ears perked up when a familiar voice was answering Lily’s questions. (Name) couldn’t understand every word but she could make out a few.

“...I accidentally…hair…sorry…give…her?”

Then the door closed and Lily waltzed back into the living room with a wide grin.

“These are for you!” she announced and put a bouquet of flowers on the coffee table that had a card on it.

(Name) leaned forward and opened the card. It said: “I’m sorry for ruining your book and hair, I wanted to apologize. I will be in the park later. J.”

Her heart skipped a beat. His handwriting was beautiful. It couldn’t be the florist’s because it was still very manly but the letters were balanced and elegant. Maybe she was a bit hard on the guys.

“Just tell us if you don't come home tonight.” Emma winked at her from the doorway that led to her room. (Name) blushed deeply and threw a decor pillow at her friend which only made Emma laugh hard and throw it back at her.

“(Name), you know, Emm’s right. You should totally fuck him.” Lily plopped down next to her on the couch with a large grin. “James is not only made for the eyes, if you know what I mean.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be madly in love with Carlos?” (Name) poked Lily’s cheek.

“Even if my heart is Carlos’ I can still appreciate James with my eyes!” she poked her tongue out at (Name) making the other two laugh.

James sat at a bench in the park trying to stay calm. A few girls approached him for a photo or some autographs but he managed to make them go away. He needed alone time to think. Of what he will say and do once (Name) arrives. IF she arrives that is.

Why was he feeling so nervous like he was twelve again? He never had to be afraid of rejection or nervous about a date. Wait! It wasn’t a date! Definitely not a date! He was still waiting for Lucy to come back and have a talk, close that phase and then he can completely move on. If he was honest with himself, he was angry and felt betrayed. He shouldn’t wait around for her… but then something in him was asking for closure.

A featherlike touch brushed against his shoulder making him jump in fright. (Name) pulled back in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” she said as she sat down.

“It’s okay… I just… sometimes I think too much.” he replied. (Name) snorted softly.

“Isn’t it a burden? To overthink?” she chuckled. Silence settled on them. James felt his heart pound against his ribcage as he sat there, his body rigid and frozen in place. Get it together, dude! he thought.

“Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.” she said softly. Then added. “Or they were until Lily turned them into cookies…”

“I’m starting to fear for Carlos’ life.” James blurted out which he immediately regretted saying out loud. (Name) looked at him but only smiled.

“Oh, don’t worry, Lily will only abduct him after you guys are no longer such a big hit. She has a complete plan on how she will force him into a marriage, have kids with her and then they grow old in a big suburban house with a picket fence and a dog.”

“I think that will be the only way Carlos can get a long term relationship going on.” the brunette laughed.

“You know, we could’ve started right from here.” (Name) said. “This is way nicer than shouting at each other.”

“So… you accept my apology?” James questioned.

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” (Name) pushed him a little then offered her hand to him. “Peace?”

The brunette grabbed her small hand in his and something in him clicked like he found the answer to every question he had in his life. He shook her hand but let his touch linger before he pulled away.

“Peace.”

“Now what?” she asked, looking around.

“I heard that a new movie is out but the guys didn’t want to go see it with me. It’s a comedy. Are you interested?” he asked. He didn’t plan it to be a date, they could just simply hang out.

“Popcorn or nachos?”

“Popcorn.”

“Cool, we won’t have to share!” (Name) grinned and pulled him up from the bench.

To be continued…

#romance #fluff #james diamond x reader #big time rush #logan mitchell #kendall knight #carlos garcia #btrtv

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IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 9

Warnings: Angst, Almost rape, long chapter

“You all got the plan?”

You, Arthur, Hosea, and Bill were getting ready to rob a mansion. Everyone who lived in the mansion were gone. Dutch even decided to tag along when he heard how big the house was.

Fuck you were excited. Everyone was here and ready to cause trouble.

Hosea pulled Arthur aside.

“Please look after Y/N. Make sure nothing happens”

“Hey what do ya think I’ve been doing all this time?”

You all, one by one, sneaked through the back doors. Arthur insisted he stay in front of you. You hadn’t killed anyone yet but you had surely shot someone. You looked through drawers and chests. Boxes underneath beds and everything. They had so much jewelry you were gonna sell some and keep some for yourself.

“Y/N lookie”

Arthur called out

He was holding a fancy hat.

“Oh this is a nice hat but I want something a rough cowboy would wear”

You two started looking through the closet. Arthur pulled out a fancy suit and began to throw it on. You found a nice dress and slipped it on. You two looked at each other in the mirror and started laughing.

Arthur put on a few rings and hooked your arms with his.

“Yes my name is Arthur Morgan of the royal family and this is my duchess Y/N the fourteenth”

Arthur said in a silly British accent.

“Oh my dear darling shall we go for some tea?”

“Oh yes we shall”

Dutch knocked on the door and opened it only to find you and Arthur goofing off.

“When you two are finished we’re gonna be going back to the camp. You’ll be alright here?”

“Yes yes go on Sir Dutch leave us be”

You said still with your fake accent.

He just had a confused look on his face but decided it was best he’d not ask so he closed the door and left.

“We’ve got this whole mansion to ourselves now Y/N! Who knows what trouble we could get up to”

Arthur said in his thick southern drawl as he crept up to you putting his arms around your waist.

“Arthur I’m not gonna fuck you right now!”

Arthur had a disappointed look on his face.

“We gotta do it in the master bedroom first”

Arthur’s face lit up and he grabbed your hand and booked it to the master bedroom. There he threw you on the bed and got rid of that dress. Although he was struggling with his suit he got it off eventually. He kissed you and even though y’all had no condoms he had gotten used to the pull out method.

“Sex in a rich man’s house. Can’t get any better than this!”

As you two did your thing you couldn’t even hear the front door opening. In walked a group of goons. About 4 of them. Not like your type of goons but real nasty ones.

“See I told you this house was empty. Let’s hurry before they come back”

As one of the goons walked up the stairs he could hear the noises and the things Arthur was doing to you in the master bedroom. He kicked open the door and startled both of you.

“Ohhh lookie here. We got two lovers enjoying each other. Hey… hey I know you! You’re that dancer girl from the other town! And you’re that boy she was with. Now that I think about it when I left that saloon I had 10 dollars missing from my pocket. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

You were frozen but Arthur was alert the whole time.

“Y/N run!”

You thought about how your mother told you to run when she got killed and you like to think you not listening to her is what made you survive. But that was a year ago. You’ve changed. As soon as he told you to run you bolted out the door not caring you were naked.

The goon tried to catch you but you slipped out the doorway and all his other goons came upstairs to try and see what was going on. All of them went into the room where Arthur was in but one of them saw you and ran after you.

You ran into the room where your gun was but before you could grab it the goon tackled you to the ground.

“That was some show you put on back in that saloon. How bout you give me another one? You’re a little whore ain’t ya? Or how’s about I make you and your little boyfriend fuck each other while we watch and we’ll kill ya afterwards. You done fucked up for stealing our money and now yer gonna pay”

The goon pulled his pants down and rubbed his dick on your ass and you’ve never felt more disgusted in your life. You reached as hard as you could for your gun but just couldn’t reach.

You scratched the goons neck and he pulled away in pain. You lunged forward and grabbed the gun and the goon ran towards you. You shut your eyes and squeezed the trigger.

BANG

You felt his body fall on top of you and you opened your eyes and pushed him off quickly.

Arthur ran into the room half naked, covered in blood with no shirt on looking all over. His eyes finally found you and you were naked, covered in blood, and crying. He then saw the dead body next to you surrounded in blood.

“Oh my god Y/N”

He got down and hugged you.

“It’s ok. You’re ok”

You shook in his arms and he grabbed the cover from the bed and wiped the blood off of you.

“Arthur he- was gonna- he pulled his pants down”

“But he didn’t!.. But he didn’t”

Arthur pulled back and grabbed your hands.

“You killed him. It’s over. You protected yourself”

He picked your clothes up and gave them to you to help you put them on. You guys rode back to the camp and you immediately ran into your tent.

“What happened? What took so long?”

Bessie asked

Arthur ignored her and followed you.

“Y/N-“

“WHYD YOU ASK ME TO DO THAT STUPID LITTLE STRIP TEASE? YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MAN CALLED ME? HE CALLED ME A WHORE! A WHORE!”

“Y/N I’m sorry-“

“Just get out”

Arthur walked out and went into the woods to clear his mind.

“I’ll go talk to him”

Dutch followed him

Arthur knew Dutch was following him so he decided to quicken his steps and walk faster.

“You need to tell me what happened back there son”

“Just leave it alone Dutch”

“You can’t just ignore it”

“Dutch I swear to god I’m not in the mood”

“You gotta say something-”

Arthur turned around and snapped

“IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!! If I hadn’t asked her to do that stupid strip tease back then none of this would’ve happened. If we never stayed behind to be childish instead going with y’all back to camp everything would be fine! Y/N was about to get seriously hurt and it’s all because of me! I’m supposed to protect her! Make her feel safe! Me!”

Dutch had never seen Arthur cry before so he knew this was serious.

Arthur was breathing hard at this point, pretty much hyperventilating. He grabbed his hair and started pulling at it. He fell to his knees and started punching the ground till his knuckles bled.

“Arthur stop!”

He didn’t listen and kept going.

Dutch grabbed his hands and pulled him into a hug. He’d never done that before. Arthur was full on sobbing, wetting Dutch’s shirt.

“I wanted to marry her. Now I can’t do that because… I’m not worthy”

“Now you listen to me Arthur. You two are gonna get through this. Believe me. I know it seems impossible now but if you truly love each other you’ll get through this”

“No Dutch I’m worthless. She’s not gonna love me after this”

“That’s not true”

“I’m never gonna be good enough for her Dutch.”

“Arthur! What would you think Y/N would say if she heard this?”

“She’d agree with me and call me trash”

“If you truly think that then maybe you really aren��t good enough for her”

“Dutch… I just wanna make everything right”

“And you will you just need time”

Arthur hugged Dutch.

“No matter what happens. You stay with me through thick and thin okay? You’re like a- a father to me. I mean that”

“I know son. I know”

It was the next day and Hosea decided to stay with you while Dutch, Arthur, and Bill went out. Arthur begged Hosea to stay but he insisted he’d leave.

“You know Y/N maybe this wouldn’t of happened if you would stop wearing such revealing clothes like I told you”

Bessie said

You stayed quiet not wanting to yell at this woman. Not for her sake but for Hosea’s.

“Maybe you should just stop going out with the boys and stay here with me instead of going out there. You can now see it’s not safe for girls”

God Bessie used to be so nice. What the hell happened?

“Besides, bein a gunslinger is not ladylike”

“What do you want from me!? You want me to be a lady blah blah blah. I’m doing the best I can and you’re the only one who has a problem with it!”

You got up and stormed over to the men’s shaving area and took some clippers and chopped off a piece of your hair.

“There! That good enough for you!”

You chopped another piece off and another. Soon all you hair was buzzed down but not completely bald.

“Now I look like a boy. Will that finally shut you up”

Bessie just stared at you which caused you to break down.

“Don’t you think I know it’s hard being a girl? I know being a boy is easy especially when you’re in a gang like this. I don’t wanna be a boy but I don’t wanna be ‘ladylike’ or whatever it’s called. I’m just doing the best I can”

Hosea came around to see what all the commotion was to only to see your hair on the ground.

“Oh my god”

“I’m fine Hosea. It’ll grow back. You can call it woman hysteria or whatever but this is what I want”

You went through Arthur’s stuff to put on some of his clothes and walked back out to present yourself to Bessie.

“Well?”

“If that’s what you want Y/N”

She got up and walked away.

Hosea cleared his throat

“Well I guess we should start calling you (boy version of your name)”

You just stared at him.

“I’m sorry”

You heard the boys get back from there whereabouts and saw the shock on Arthur’s face. It made you want to cry. He got off and walked towards you. He just stared at you and smiled.

“I love it”

He had a hat in his hands. A rough cowboy hat.

“I think it’d look better with this though”

He put the hat on you and adjusted it to make sure it fit. He then swiped the rim and flicked it up.

You slowly put your arms around Arthur and buried your face in his chest, closing him in a hug. Arthur’s ring was burning heavy in his pocket but he decided now wasn’t the time.

“Y/N we found out who those men were and we might know how to find the man with the piggie birthmark”

Dutch spoke up. You looked at him and listened attentively.

“They’re apart of a gang called the O’Driscolls”

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption x reader #arthur morgan #yeehaw

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5 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE

I. BREAKFAST - dove cameron

AMBER i'm sick , yeah i'm sick. and honestly i'm getting high off it. do you wanna see a magic trick ? ooh , so you wanna talk about power ? ooh , let me show you power. i eat boys like you for breakfast. one by one , hung on my necklace. and they'll always be mine , it makes me feel alive.

II. AFRAID - the neighbourhood

ETHAN all my friends always lie to me. i know they're thinking , you're too mean i don't like you. fuck you , anyway. you make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs. it hurts but i won't fight you. you suck anyway. you make me wanna die.

III. GOLDEN HOUR - jvke

JOAN she's got glow on her face , a glorious look in her eyes. my angel of light. i was all alone with the love of my life. she's got glitter for skin , my radiant beam in the night. i don't need no light to see you shine. it's your golden hour.

IV. DEVIL TOWN - cavetown

KATE devil town is colder in the summertime. i'll lose my mind at least another thousand times. hold my hand tight , we'll make it another night. i still get a little scared of something new , but i feel a little safer when i'm with you. falling doesn't feel so bad when i know you're falling this way too.

V. RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME - taylor swift

JACKIE you left me no choice but to stay here forever. did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen ? time went on for everybody else , she won't know it. she's still 23 inside her fantasy. how it was supposed to be.

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#this was so fun!#music inspires me sm so i love this!#✕ dash game ⁃ ooc

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Thirty Six. Part 2

Squinting my eyes, I get so into Junior’ football games, Robyn gets mad because I end up getting angry when he does shit I tell him not too “the fuck was that!?” I spat, Junior just looked at me and he is pissed too “catch that shit! Come on!” he dropping the ball for what, walking around the parents but I got to remember that I got in trouble last time for acting out, Junior just stared at me as he walked back to his post, he put his fingers up and pointed at his eyes and pointed at me, nodding my head “you got that right, I am watching your ass. Let’s get it!” I spat clapping my hands “you are awful” walking back over to Robyn “because he is lacking, I don’t care” crossing my arms across my chest, he knows he got to do this because he told me to watch, and I am watching. This flag football shit got me heated, friendly game my ass “he got this” Junior looks like he is in the game, if he don’t catch that ball I will kick off again, he keeps dropping the shit like it’s nothing. The ball got thrown in the air “come on son” he got to show these folks, he is the one. He got his arm up, he knows it’s riding on him to do it, we been practicing this a lot. My heart literally skipped a beat as he caught the ball with one hand like he does “come on” seeing him panic as he stepped side to side “run!” I shouted, “just go!” Junior did a little two step as a kid came at him and then he ran, he ran like the police were chasing him, biting my bottom lip “oh my” Robyn said, he is wavering through everyone “he’s going to make it” he dodged every mother fucker here, he raised his arm in the air and he made it “that’s my son! Get in!” I spat, the parents cheered, and I think they were sick of hearing me. Clapping my hands as Junior did a little dance and pointed at me, he know he got me “that’s my boy! You got this son” he ran over to me and took his mouthguard out “I did that for you dad” dapping him “and you did that, you got to keep your head in the game son. You got this, you can fail and drop the ball as many times, who cares because I know you got this, now go” he nodded his head running off “you will get banned if you don’t shut up” Robyn said which she is right “I will now be quiet” I chuckled, that is my boy right there.

Junior deserved frozen yoghurt “what was that pointing at the eyes about?” Robyn asked him “I was telling dad that I am going to do it, I saw a game and he did that and he scored. It’s good luck” nodding my head “see, he got his mind in the game” Robyn side eyed me “but you need to let him have his fun, I have never seen a child with muscle” I sniggered “he trained, look if it was bad don’t you think they would say it, he likes sport. He going to be the best and you going to get the best. Ain’t nobody they looking at son, just you. You got this” Junior nodded his head “I made my dad proud” I grinned “see, and you do. You always do, but if you don’t want it then I understand too, I am not pushing him” Robyn didn’t say anything, she assumed I am pushing this narrative because I didn’t get the chance but if my kid didn’t want to do it, then he don’t “nobody got muscles like me, my class is jealous” I chuckled “ain’t nobody doing it like you, at first you was scared. I saw it in your eyes but when you started running, they feared you. You was in that son, you got this always. It’s ok to feel scared too, I have told you that” he nodded his head “to always show feelings, I know dad” see he listens to me “good, see Robyn. Don’t worry, I won’t disown him if he changes his mind. I get Robyn thinks I am too invested in this, but I am not crazy, if he ever wants to change then he can “I am going to use the bathroom” nodding my head, looking at Robyn “you know your eldest daughter must think I stopped using the cameras when they departed” Robyn said “mhmm why?” I questioned “I peeped that Oakley was at the house, she was sneaking him out and then Ti and her went off laughing, I mean to see them both laughing it warmed my heart but, she must think I am not going to check” rolling my eyes “I don’t know what that girl is up too” I mumbled “she is on something, they are having sister time, so I am not mad, I am not going to call them. They can have their time” I am not even mad it; Imani misses her sisters too.

Dapping Herb as I made my way into my house “what you doing here like some lost soul?” I asked him “Taina kicked me out” letting out an oh “again?” I asked, “what you mean again, bro don’t do me like that” I huffed out placing my keys on the side “you always doing dumb shit, what you do now?” Robyn closed the door “Junior, clean clothes in this house and clean your shoes from the mess” she pointed, clearing my throat “I got high, and I let a bitch suck me off, I don’t know” he shrugged “Taina is good people and if I had to choose, you will be out” Herb pulled a face “bro, come on now. Look I ain’t do shit, I ain’t mean to do shit. I love my girl; I do but there is always bitches out there willing” he has a point “I know but who do you go home too? So now you need a place to crash, but you know Taina will be coming here? You know she is close to Robyn, and she is going to say kick you out” Herb tried to now laugh but he did “come on, I just don’t want to lose her like that” I vlew out air “and if she knew about the orgy?” Herb cringed “she know, I may have gave her something” I had to laugh “you dumb nigga” he is so stupid “Taina is here” Herb stared at me “this is Robyn saying for you to get out, look. Go in the games room, sleep in there and don’t leave that place either, go” he lucky I love him like my own, he does some dumb shit “thank you bro” he ran off “if he upsets her while here, I won’t be happy” takin gin a deep breath “relax, just let her in” I said, Robyn made her way to the door. I just knew she would come “I am sorry for coming, just I have had enough” Taina said “what happened?” I asked “we are over, he just cheats and wants me to accept it. He got in my face too, shouting at me and our son was there” Robyn gave me the look of deal with it now “I am sorry that happened, you a good girl” she really is too “I am sure you already know” Taina said and rushed by me, Robyn side eyed me knowing damn well that goofy nigga is here in my games room, I just really don’t know what to do.

I am super proud of my son, like the shit he pulled off was amazing, I love that for him and Robyn says I am hard on him and every day he is training so I must stop him because Robyn’ isn’t liking it “come, we going to see Rylee” I said to Junior, he was midway helping Raihan “you training now?” I said to him, he just smiled at me “come, we going out” turning around and slapping the back of Herb’ head “the fuck you doing here, I said go to the car. Taina is still here, looks like she will be for a while now. Keeps Robyn busy” Herb feels bad, I can tell he does but who the hell told him to do that shit, who told him to cheat on Taina, she’s good people too “I will tell mom, go to the car” I said, walking off to tell Robyn. I am going to see Aziel, he is in LA of course I am going to see my grandson. Opening the door “hey ladies, I am going to Rylee’ see the girls and Aziel, will be back. I will take the boys with me” Robyn nodded her head “Chris, did you know he was cheating” now why Taina had to ask, “on a real I didn’t know, he told me” I had to say it “I do everything for him, I am so fucking loyal!” she shouted “wow, of course you’re going to take up for him, that is your brother” Robyn waved me off to go, I mean I like to tell the truth, I get she is upset too. I didn’t want to lie to her, I do like Taina but I think Herb just loves to be a whore.

I furrowed my eyebrows “Brian” I said, he is opening doors now “with Aziel” he is holding him too “dad is here?” Imani said, I cleared my throat “dad is here, I come to check if you are behaving” I said “I saw Ti posting Oakley, I missed board games” Rylee eye balled me “ok dad, I need you for a second” nodding my head “why did you bring them two!?” Imani spat “because they are your brothers, be kind” following behind “Herb, get Aziel for me” I said, I mean what is Brian doing holding Aziel like he the daddy, I have no idea what is happening “dad, just stop” Rylee yanked me into the room and closed the door “what?” I said, she just stared at me “people recorded me and Oakley arguing, we all went out and I messed bad dad. I don’t know what to do, and like he came here and we argued, we argued all the way here, Brian was outside and saw it and then Aziel went to him, Brian picked him up and Oakley just lost his shit with me. I don’t know what to do because I want Oakley and now I am stuck with him, I don’t know!” she said, taking in a deep breath “you don’t know? You got yourself a new man, what do you want with Oakley, he just wants his son, why is he mad?” placing my hand on my hip “do you want to know the truth or lie?” I huffed out “well mom caught you sneaking out Oakley, so I am guessing it’s not good” she cringed “I want Oakley, I want him. I jumped ok, I did jump because I thought he would be doing it, I got a new man to beat hurt, I didn’t want to get hurt but I know he is sensitive like that. I fucked up dad, and we did things and then I told him I did things with Brian, and he is mad that I lied and used him in that sense. He came here because Ti gets on with him, he bought food for them, then we went out. And we just fully broke out into a big fight, like a shouting match and he just said things, I think I am on the shade room, then he came here, and I said all you want is Aziel, he said that is my son, what are you to me, nothing, Ti got him out of the seat, he ran to Brian innocently and then he just lost it even more. Wadz had to drag him out, he fucking hates me dad” licking my top lip, I am flabbergasted at this girl “didn’t you learn from Melo?” I just said, “please dad” she whined out “I love Oakley I do, please I really love him, I want him!” she spat “what do you want me to do for you? You need to learn that shit don’t play like that, I don’t even want to know what you did with these men, let him go” Rylee hit my chest and stormed off crying, staring in shock. That little move reminded me so much of Robyn, but what does she want me to do, I can’t fix her life.

That is my daughter and if she is upset then I am too, she got herself in that situation and expects to help her, pressing a kiss to Aziel’ cheek “shall we talk to auntie Ti?” I said to him, he just stared at me “cheer up” patting Rylee’ head “stop” she swatted my hand, she is not happy “Ti, come with me. I’ll put Aziel to sleep” tickling him as we walked off “yeah, you showing me your teeth now” wrapping my arms around him “nothing can beat a baby giggling” walking up the steps, Brian is just here like things are ok but I don’t understand what is happening with Rylee, she just doesn’t listen. Nobody told her to jump like that. Placing Aziel down “what is it dad?” Ti asked “your sister crying to me” Tianna laughed “she is crying to everyone dad, it’s her own fault” I huffed out “what exactly happened when they came back” clearly Ti was here when it all happened “oh Oakley kicked off bad, Rylee and him argued the full length coming back like I mean he was on the phone kicking off to her and then we got here, I saw Brian and was like great, Rylee got out and went to his car and they just shouting even more, so I got Aziel out which is fine. Put Aziel down, he went running over to Brian, Oakley saw it and he flipped badly like he was charging at Brian but like in his eyes he is seeing this random guy with his son, and he said to Rylee how long you been you now fucking with this guy in that home with my son there, his friend just pulling him in, calming him down. I think he is fully done with her, but she can only blame herself so that is the story dad” that is a lot to take in “right” I don’t know what she wants from it now, because this has gone too far clearly now.

Dapping Oakley as he sat down “it’s late” he said to me “were you going to bed?” I asked “well, kind of. I have had a long day” he sat across from me “well I won’t be long, it’s nothing big but just wanted to know from your side really, I mean obviously it’s got around with the footage about you and my daughter arguing. I just want to know from your side really?” which I do, I am not here to make him do anything “I just want to know my son, like I don’t want to go to court but if needs be then I will but like Rylee is just making me hate her. Like I assumed, maybe stupid me really but when she told me she did things with Brian and then me, like that made me feel dumb because what was I holding out on? Like what was I doing wrong for her to do that. I just maybe naïve or some shit but when I moved to Wadz place I get like before we had issues and we split, that is cool and all that but I thought she loved me in that sense. As soon as I moved it switched, she started playing with other men, she didn’t see me really, I didn’t see Aziel either, I was bound and you know that. She wasn’t there and in life, you remember those that are there and then my friend just dead, she wasn’t there for me at all and yeah maybe my bad I allowed her to come back, I assumed she did Brian to gain attention but it wasn’t. She fully did that, then has the nerve to say about me and Kenza. My intention was never Kenza, she is a friend but in regards to Rylee. She is more then welcome to do what she like, it took her months for her to get me to open up to her and for me to fall, I don’t know what love is, but she opened me up to do that to me. I feel like a dickhead, I am bruised but we move” nodding my head, that is bad “look, I knew nothing of this. This was done behind my back but while I am living and breathing, you will see your son” Rylee is on her own with this issue, I am not going to make a guy go back to her.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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star-shard · 2 years

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Ride or Die (Part 3) [END]

Part 1 Part 2

Elvis x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Premise: Elvis is frozen, so you do what you have to. You’ll keep him safe, you’ll have the life the two of you deserve

Note: Bank Robbery AU

Words: 2.2k

Author's Note: A big thank you to everyone who's kept up with this! Even if it's only a three parter, I put a lot into it. Hope you enjoy 😌

Neither of you heard the old man’s scream. You didn’t hear anything but a ringing in your ears after the bang. You didn’t need to hear him to know, the way his mouth stretched, the old man’s teeth practically rattling, it must have been explosive pain.

The floor was red and green now, Elvis had dropped the money. You wondered if he’d drop too out of pure shock of what just happened.

Jail time had turned into prison time at the speed of a bullet. That getaway car was going to earn its miles tonight. The tires could melt away for all you cared. But Elvis’s mind wasn’t out there, it was still in here. His lip trembled. You actually had to shape his arms together for him to pile the money onto. “E,” you snapped at him, “E, wake up, we gotta go!”

Elvis may as well have been the one that got shot because you practically had to drag him towards the double doors. The security guard was on his knees, his right arm was out of commission and the way he held the gun now, it was pretty clear he wasn’t left-handed. You weren’t staying to find out how good his aim was.

The door flung open so fast the glass made something like a snapping sound. Or maybe it was another shot. You spared a glance back. No holes in Elvis, that answered that.

And glory be, the Cadillac was still purring. But it wasn’t as loud as approaching sirens. You’d fold Elvis like a chair if you had to, you were getting this boy in that car. You were not going to prison and neither was he.

Any other day you’d go back for a few hundred dollars that slipped onto the ground but for now you were just happy to see what you had land in the car. Both the baggage and your boyfriend. You may have ruined his hair in the process, but he was in the back seat with the door closed behind him.

“Stop!” The ‘stop’ wasn’t very effective, but the bullet that followed it did shatter glass this time. The car door window splintered. Your hand grabbed the wheel before you were even seated in the car. The tires practically burned clean off you backed up so fast. Half the cash went flying out from the back seat, with Elvis so limp right now you worried he’d go flying out the window too. In the rearview mirror you caught Elvis’s wide eyes blink for the first time maybe all night.

You had to sideswipe a passing car just to get on the road but you weren’t about to go back and apologize. No going back at all.

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You kept switching from looking behind and looking forward. You were looking for cop cars. Yes, the sirens were getting further away. But you weren’t about to relax about it. Your eyes kept darting, from the road to the mirror, from the road to the mirror, from the road to Elvis who was now upright and staring back at you now. “Ah! Jesus, you scared me.”

His hair. It had sweated out any former hair product, you’d never seen him with bangs before. Like he had just woken up. In a way he had. Blinking himself back to the present from wherever it is his mind had gone in the heat of the moment. There was a hundred dollar bill stuck to his face from when he was curled up. He pealed it off, Ben Franklin gazing lazily back at him.

“What happened back there, you went catatonic,” right now you just wanted to hear his voice.

“You… shot a man.” Not like that.

“Yes. But, look,” you didn’t think you’d be put on trial this early in the getaway, “it was his shoulder. You know, some folk take lessons to make a shot like that! Just, hear me out.” You were about to say, ‘at least I didn’t kill him’, but that somehow didn’t seem like the right thing to say. You didn’t think you’d need a lawyer to talk to your boyfriend.

“W-Where is it?”

You eyes flitted over to the gun. It sat innocently in the passenger seat. Everything had happened so fast, but even you knew better than to leave a weapon at the scene of a crime. “I didn’t… drop it, if that’s what you’re asking.” But he wasn’t asking that, he was asking for the gun.

Before you could reach for it, Elvis was already half way up and getting it from the front seat. You let him. You loved him. Under any circumstances. Was he ashamed of you? Mad at you? He’d just been out of commission, gone somewhere and you didn’t know where. And right now you couldn’t get a read on him.

Willpower kept your eyes on the road, which slipped for long enough to try and catch his eyes for some clues. You couldn’t see his eyes, just his dark hair. But his shoulders were shaking now, like he was on the edge of just going off.

It was only for a second, and you didn’t believe it even as you thought it. But you couldn’t deny that you thought it. ‘What was about to go off.’

You said his name.

He said yours. No. He cried yours? He was… crying.

“I’m gonna pay you back someday, for saving us like you did.” Elvis’s voice was quaking, the anxiety and pressure of everything just came flooding out. His shut-down earlier was just the quiet before the crash, like a tsunami. Oh, it made you want to cry too. Your hand stuck back for his right away and he took it in his just as fast. “God, that poor man. We gotta pay him too.”

God, his tender heart, you could almost hear it ache from up here. He was a good person. “We will, honey,” you cooed and hushed softly, “baby, we got enough to get that man a brand new shoulder, and a spare,” you assured him. Whatever Elvis wanted, you’d do everything to make it happen. He loved you. “We’ll split it however we have to, make it alright.” Relief must have hit you too because your vision was getting all blurry.

Elvis had made it out in one piece. And the way your hands were held, you felt like a part of that piece. And when he breathed out, you did too. A weight had fallen out of your chest.

“Damn it.” He set the gun down. Probably for the best. “Mama and daddy-“

“They’ll get some too, don’t you worry.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “We’ll mail it, wherever we’re heading we’ll make sure they get a piece.”

Elvis looked up at that. “You’re taking us out of Memphis- right now?”

“Already did.” You looked back at him a moment, his eyes were still wet but he at least he was still upright. “Didn’t have much of a plan besides driving out west, that’s how it’s supposed to go isn’t it?” Driving off into the sunset. Well, there wasn’t any sunset right now, it was full on night. You were driving into the darkness. But, with Elvis, soft as he was, you could just imagine a sunset couldn’t you?

Maybe you’d even go to Las Vegas, double the money.

Elvis leaned forward just in time as the car jostled forward. And he was close to you, just next to your face. “You’re not going to leave me?” You glanced his way and well, you just started laughing, in surprise at first, but then he joined in. And you laughed together. Loud. If tears were the first release, this was the second.

“Next time we go for a drive, I pick the date, ya hear?” He nuzzled into your neck, he was getting it wet. “I mean it, I could have thrown out my back carrying you away. Worst bank robber ever: Elvis Presley.”

“Was I really that bad?”

“The worst!” You laughed a little hoarse now. You thought he was still laughing with you, his shoulders still did that little up and down. Now he was buried in your neck though. Like a child against its mother. It wasn’t far off from how he could be in the thick of it.

“You know.” He muffled, “I knew I was meant for something… I thought God would tell me someday, or maybe it’d just happen.” Oh… maybe he wasn’t laughing now. “Everything has gotta happen for a reason, don’t you think?” You nudged at him playfully. He didn’t play back. But he did want something from you. Elvis did this sometimes, he got thinking about what he was meant for. Even now.

Maybe he wanted a different answer, but he was getting yours. “I don’t think like that.” However, he did get you thinking, in that way only he could. You thought about what had happened.

You thought of the worst bank robber ever breathing down your neck.

…Was Elvis even supposed to be here right now. You wondered, that maybe he froze up in that bank for a reason before you whisked him away. He said this part so low it matched the hum of the motor, “I always thought you had it all figured out, it’s why I brought you along and… I just know you’d never hurt me.”

You wouldn’t. You didn’t.

So why did he sound like he was hurt. You just let yourself go along with it, stoked flames, and yeah, shot someone. But, this wasn’t anyone’s fault. You were in love. And the both of you needed change. Tonight had just been the final straw. Something snapped, you just let it happen.

If the headlights went out, would the road just disappear, would the car just fall?

“Hey, careful!”

Elvis had to grab the wheel. The car had started drifting. “Jeez, just… lost control there for a second.” You wiped the stuff from your eyes, you understood a bit more now why Elvis had frozen up.

“Sorry, honey, sorry. Didn’t scare you, did I?” Did he?

It had been hot all day and for the first time all summer, you felt a chill. It was windy after all. He climbed up to the front with you. Maybe because you almost turned the car into the wrong lane but more likely neither of you wanted to be alone. “I’m alright, it’s just, got a shiver is all.”

“It’s the broken window, it’s just ‘cause we’re going fast,” Elvis assured you, rubbing your arm now. But, his hands were shaking, vibrating. Like he was still in that bank. You didn’t know it in the moment, but Elvis’s hands were always going to shake after today.

“Well, we’re not slowing down.” You nodded firmly. If you did, then what. You’d go fast enough to freeze for all you cared, as long as Elvis was near by, you’d be warm enough.

If everything happened for a reason, there was a reason he was up here next to you… there had to be.

“We’ll be alright.” You decided it.

Elvis didn’t respond. Maybe he thought he’d have more to say, maybe something to sum it all up, some kind of closure. But being alright would be enough, being alright was better than being afraid.

It got quiet. Elvis turned on the radio. Like he always did. If Elvis needed settling, music was the answer. You were shaken, you needed it too.

Elvis spun the knob, back and forth. Gospel became country became rhythm and blues became static and over again. Praise for Christ melded into heartache for a lost sweetheart. ‘Oh my lord Jesus-don’t leave me darling.’

He was searching for something, even if it seemed he didn’t know what it was. You commented that it was loud. He just responded that he could barely hear it, that he had this weird… ringing in his ears.

You caught a glance at him. He tuned the radio like it was an instrument, so why wouldn’t he find the tune. Something had changed. A crack didn’t mean you were broken. But Elvis looked, stuck, in a way he hadn’t before. The thought made you feel a bit like that window, barely there, full of air and not much else.

What had you done to him. What had he done to you.

You and Elvis. Yeah. You’d gone and ruined your lives. And all you had was the power of love to show for it. Your eyes stared at the road, waiting for it to blink. Or maybe a surprise sharp turn, then you'd have no choice but to go home. But it didn’t bend. It just went straight.

He didn’t ask you. So you asked him.

“Are… you okay?” You can’t remember the last time you’d asked it, or at least, been so direct in asking it. No beating around the bush, no joking around or flirtation. Elvis was at his best when he kept you at an arms length, but right now, you just wanted to know.

“I’m with you.” He sounded like he was smiling. For once, you didn’t want to see him smile.

Elvis kept searching for music. And you kept going, and imagined a sunset that wasn’t there.

#Elvis #Elvis Fanfiction #i re-wrote this like 5 times but i think i got it somewhere :)

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