#need him to leave so he can live his best life elsewhere…

[archivingbarca]

what does ansu do...???😰

[comatosebunny09]

inebriated | sylus

— summary: you comment on how good he’s gotten at these domestic things, and his mouth twitches with a smile. for you, he would give up this menacing life he leads if it meant waking to your smile each day, dancing and kissing in the kitchen over pancakes and overdone eggs.  — cw: written with femme reader in mind, alcohol & drug use, mild language, tooth-rotting fluff, domestic bliss, sylus is down bad & probably ooc — notes: head empty, just vibes. i needed some domestic, self-indulgent fluff, and this is the result. thank you so much for reading. — now playing: waiting in vain - jordan ward

Sylus, but in the midst of a meeting. And it's all tense, everyone shifty-eyed and tight-lipped, trying to figure out the best way to expand Onychinus’ reach. But then, a particular ringtone breaks through the seemingly impenetrable silence that’s befallen the dimly-lit, smoke-laden room.

The gentleman beside Sylus stifles a laugh into his fist under the pretense of clearing his throat. Sylus gives him a look that bodes disaster as he fishes his phone from his pocket. Fearing for his life, the man glances away, straightening his tie.

With his cell poised in the air like a loaded gun, Sylus dares anyone else to comment on his choice of ringtone with a ticked brow and a swift survey around the room. Everyone pointedly looks elsewhere, hoping to leave with their lives intact.

Seeing as no one’s ballsy enough to contest him, the crime lord brings the phone to his ear, answering with a curt “Speak.��

“Mister Skye?”

The voice breaking through the static is most certainly not yours. And that notion has Sylus sitting up at breakneck speed, assuming the worst. That tense air from before returns, slung over everyone’s shoulders like sandbags.

An anxious chuckle erupts from the other side of the phone. “Sorry. It’s Tara. I probably should've led with that. Didn't mean to freak you out.”

The rigid set of his shoulders eases up the slightest bit. At least you���re with a friend. Still, why is she calling him from your phone?

“Sorry to bug you. But could you come get her? I think she’s had a little too much to drink. She keeps antagonizing the biggest guys here. Says she’ll sick her bad-ass mafia boyfriend on them or something.”

Sylus’ lips quirk. He pinches the bridge of his nose, the beginnings of a migraine creeping in whilst a sigh pushes through his nostrils. He doesn’t know whether to be proud or annoyed.

“They’re about to kick us out of the bar. Please come.”

He can taste the exasperation in Tara’s voice, the poor girl. On cue, you chime in from the background, wailing about needing your ‘Big Daddy Caw-Cawk.’

Someone in the briefing room snorts but quickly hides it when Sylus levels a glare at them.

Relieved, Sylus straightens, rolling the tension from his shoulders. “Where are you?”

It’s laughable how quickly Tara answers, ready to pass you off like a baton. “Husk. Downtown on Main Street. I can drop a pin—”

“No need,” he interjects, well-versed in your points of interest. What? He’s just being the model boyfriend. Definitely not stalking you. “I’ll be there in ten.”

She laughs, the sound of it relieved. “Thank you, Mr. Skye. Seriously, you don’t understand—what the hell are you doing?! Get off the table!” 

Before the line cuts, furniture crashes and glass shatters.

Sylus clears his throat, adjusting his collar. Straightens the cuffs of his sleeves before abruptly standing, the jarring screech of his chair across the tiled floor making everyone in the room wince. 

He doesn’t bother with formalities, shoving his hands in his pockets, that customary bored look descending onto his face. The twins materialize at his sides without a hitch as he makes his way to the door, the atmosphere charged with unanswered questions and anxious looks.

“Mister Sylus!” one of the men calls to his retreating back. But he’s silenced by his seatmate with a hand on his shoulder and a head shake. 

“No sense in getting between that man and his girl. Last guy who did…well, you can probably guess the rest.”

With this new information hovering in the air, the gentlemen around the table exchange grumbles and stiff looks, deciding to carry on as if their leader never left.

—

Sylus has impeccable timing.

He’s tugging his motorcycle helmet off when you emerge from the bar’s double doors, arm linked with Tara’s, the straps of your heels dangling off your finger. 

“Fuck you,” you spit back at the bouncer who so graciously escorted you out. He counters you with his middle finger, muttering something about you being a bitch. 

Sylus’ jaw tenses. His skin prickles with the threat of his Evol. But he tamps down his irritation when Tara spots him. And she’s damn near sprinting, dragging you alongside her. 

“Mister Skye!” Tara beams, a nervous chuckle in her throat. He acknowledges her with a nod and a rehearsed half-smile, his gaze sliding to you. 

You stand beside Tara with crossed arms, bottom lip jutting out with a pout as you pointedly look elsewhere. You’re adorable when you know you’re in trouble, the ambient string lights strung overhead highlighting the pretty contours of your face. Glancing between you and Sylus, Tara slips behind you, practically shoving you into his arms. You stumble with a slew of curses into the hard planes of his chest. 

“She’s all yours,” says Tara, a little too ecstatic for his liking.

Gently wrapping his fingers around your arm, Sylus guides you over the curb towards his bike. Nods at Tara over his broad shoulder, and she grins, frantically waving goodbye. He stifles a chuckle when her shoulders slump, relief washing over her features. You must’ve been quite the handful throughout the night.

Wordlessly, he pulls you to a stop before his motorcycle. Turns away to fetch your helmet, expectantly holding it out for you to take. You continue this huffy game of yours, instead glaring at something behind him. Before he can speak, your eyes alight with childlike glee, and you dash past him across the street in a blur of glitter and perfume. 

With his mouth slightly ajar, Sylus watches you cross the street to a brightly colored cart. The cart's awning features a telltale hotdog logo, and he sighs, shaking his head before following after you. You’re shoving a hotdog into your mouth when he reaches you, your eyes gleaming whilst an appreciative hum eases from your throat.

“Sweetie,” he tries, something akin to affection swelling in his chest. “You’re not wearing shoes.”

You ignore him in favor of savoring your meal. Clearly inebriated if the heavy flutter of your lashes is anything to go by. Try as he might to suppress it, a smile rounds his lips, and while you eat, he takes this time to appraise you. 

Errant curls cling to your comically full cheeks. Your makeup is flattering, your lashes wispy, and your lips painted a dangerous shade of rouge. One strap of your dress falls off your shoulder, and the tight cling of your attire leaves little to the imagination. Full thighs peer from beneath a devastating hemline, legs stretching for days. His study ends at your feet, bare and probably sore from wearing heels all night.

Sylus reaches out to pat your head, eyes slit with affection. Internally, he gushes when you turn innocent eyes on him, the brooding figure you once were tucked far beneath your skin. He surmises that Tara couldn't tame you because you were hangry. You always are after a night of drinking. He steps behind you to fix your straps, fingers softly gliding over your shoulders. 

He angles himself to ear level, murmuring, “Let’s get you home,” before ushering you towards his bike with a wide, reassuring palm at your back. 

You’re more agreeable this time around, nodding and toddling in front, scarfing down the remains of your hotdog. 

—  

You cut a sleek outline amid the bustling streets of Linkon, streetlights glazing over the dark lenses of your visors. 

Your arms loosely wound about his stomach, you’re a warm pressure at Sylus’ back. And you’re giggling something cute, uttering incoherencies that make his lips quirk beneath his helmet. Whatever you drank has you feeling good, your grasp on him slackening even more as you lose yourself to the music blaring in your helmet’s speakers. 

Sylus’ hand covers yours, wordlessly encouraging you to hold fast to him. Linkon’s streets might have the speed limits that the N109 Zone lacks, but he’s still driving fast enough to lose you if he isn’t attentive.

“Sylus!” you call amid the wind sweeping your bodies.

“Sweetie?”

The mischievous giggle that follows makes something cold drop into his belly. 

“I had an edible!” And you sound so proud, like a child showing their macaroni art to their parents. 

An indignant sound is pinched from Sylus’ throat. His eyes widen the slightest. He makes a note to give Tara an earful when he next sees her, squeezing your hands over his navel whilst he cuts a turn.

—       

Your laughter ricochets off the stilled halls of your apartment complex. 

He’s got you cradled in his arms, bridal style, not at all fazed by your jostling about. With a flicker of his Evol, your front door clicks open, and he dips inside, kicking the door shut once you’re nestled in your entryway's cold, dark embrace. He entertains your nonsensical talk with an occasional hum as he toes off his red bottoms, carrying you deeper into your home.

“Shh,” you suddenly hush, shifty-eyed and stiffening in his hold. 

Sylus quirks a brow, slowing to a stop.

Your lidded gaze slides to him, and with a pretty, drunken smile, you say, “My boyfriend’ll be here any minute, Mister. If you’re trying to get freaky, we better do it before he comes.”

Rolling his eyes, Sylus continues through your apartment, effortlessly hauling you to your bathroom.

The room floods with fluorescent light, and you wince against its brilliance, tucking your face into his chest with a hiss. He chuckles something low, depositing you onto your countertop. Your arms fall listlessly from around his neck at your sides, where you try vainly to prop yourself up. It seems gravity has other plans, a blissful, blurring wave of vertigo crashing into you. You reel forward with an intoxicated laugh, but Sylus is quick, steadying you with hands wrapped around your arms. 

He studies you beneath the light. Bites back a grin at your adorable swaying, soundlessly assuring you won’t go barrelling off the counter again if he steps away. He props you against the mirror before getting to work. Snatches a towel from your rack, dampening it beneath the warm spray of your sink’s faucet. 

Delicately, Sylus blots at your forehead, soaking up the sweat and grime you’ve accumulated throughout the night. He ducks down briefly to fetch some wipes from your cabinet and steps between your legs, cleaning off your makeup with rehearsed precision.

It’s not the first time he’s done this, and he finds solace in the monotony of it all. He feels honored, being this close to you. Tilting your head back with cautious fingers encasing your jaw. He strips you down to the marrow, literally and figuratively wiping off the facade you outwardly present to the world. 

You comment on how good he’s gotten at these domestic things, and his mouth twitches with a smile. For you, he would give up this menacing life he leads. Would arrange the stars in the sky if it meant waking to your smile each day, dancing and kissing in the kitchen over pancakes and overdone eggs. 

For now, he settles for this. And when he’s thoroughly swiped the remnants of your makeup from your face, he steps back to appraise his work. He prefers you like this, he thinks as he taps his temple. Bare-faced and unguarded, smiling without a care in the world. 

Taking up your hands, he tugs you to your feet. Moves like he’s working with porcelain, slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders. He blisters your shoulders with kisses in his fingers’ wake as he slips your dress down until it pools into a serpentine pile at your feet. 

He divests you of your bra and panties, promising to behave despite how bewitchingly your skin glows and how easily it glides beneath his roving palms. He escorts you into the shower once he finishes, where its warm spray works as a soothing balm over your strained muscles. 

When you’re clean and lavender-scented, he swaths you in a towel he’d procured from the towel warmer he bought you and guides you into your bedroom, chuckling when you stop occasionally to tempt him into a kiss. 

Helping you into a comfortable set of pajamas, he eases you into your bed, the cozy linen drawing a pleased sigh from the dredges of your chest. Your eyes dance with sleep, and he’s about to leave you before your fingers weakly wrapped around his wrist stop him.

The look you give him makes his chest squeeze, and had he been anyone but Sylus, he’d be fawning and cooing over how adorable you are. 

“Stay,” you beseech, your voice husky with exhaustion. 

He hesitates for a moment. Murders you with anticipation, though he very well intends to stay. With a smile curving his lips, Sylus peels off his shirt, clad only in his trousers, as he slips beneath the comforter behind you. You settle against him, winding his arms around your middle. And you notch your hips up against him as if you’ve always fit there like a puzzle piece. 

You wiggle your bottom mischievously, but he stills you, reasoning that he’ll never take advantage of you while you’re inebriated. With a haughty pout, you give up on your efforts to seduce him.

You’re content with him holding you like this, stroking over the skin of your wrist with his thumb as you surrender your consciousness to the pretty girls of sleep, ushered to them by his even breaths at the shell of your ear.

[moonchild9350]

Fade Away

summary: hyunjin is your best friend, your confidant, your lover, these things can't just fade away right? pairing: hyunjin x fab!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI word count: 8.7k warnings: masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, somniphilia, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), multiple rounds, implied shower sex, mentions of memory loss, mentions of abuse notes: this was kind of a dream and thought it would be cool to write it out. let me know what you think of this, I'd greatly appreciate it! I really do value your feedback :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

divider by @fanguro

They say a best friend walks with you through everything, whether it’s an uplifting period of life or when it goes to absolute shit, and you can honestly agree with the statement having experienced it yourself.

Hyunjin has been your best friend since you both were little, since he saw you crying on the park bench right outside your house at the measly age of eight. He comforted you in that moment, trying to distract you from your shitty step parents and the abuse you suffered at their hands.

He cheered you up right away, even going as far as wiping the tears from your face, as you looked at him with your snot stained face and puffy, red eyes. Hyunjin didn’t care however, as long as you were ok.

You both sat on that park bench first in silence and then slowly opening up to each other as your legs dangled over the edge of the seat. Hyunjin listened as you told him your story, that you were adopted and never knew who your birth parents were. Your step parents started to turn on you, hitting you, or locking you up in your room when they didn’t want to be bothered by you shortly after their biological daughter was born.

Hyunjin listened as you described your days, unpredictable and unstable, never knowing what type of mood the adults of the house would be in. Now that your sister was older, she joined in on torturing you by getting you in trouble, blaming things she did on you. Your parents believed her every time, leaving you to take the punishment.

As your tale came to an end, you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking down at your legs, too ashamed to look at the boy next you.

“Well your parents are assholes!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shocking you completely. “If you need to escape, come to my house!”

Once the initial shock wore off at his kindness, you smiled and kicked your feet.

“Ok,” you said in agreement, nodding your head so he could see.

As the sun slowly descended, casting its pretty glow of reds, pinks, and orange, and the moon took its place, you both sat there, talked and laughed, swinging your little legs in tandem as a new found friendship strengthened.

That was seventeen years ago. Hyunjin is still very much your best friend, so much so that you both live together, splinting the rent of your run down apartment in the side of town that isn’t the best to be in.

He’s been your rock, your foundation and continues to be so, even in the throes of adolescence.

You look at him now as he adjusts himself on his stool, his tongue sticking out as he ponders how he should proceed, his paintbrush resting at his side. There’s soft music playing in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere while the rain pelts the windows, masking the sounds of the busy city below.

You don’t want to break his concentration, so you smile and go back to your book, focusing your mind on the events that are unfolding, as the main character and their beau are about to confess their love for each other.

You and Hyunjin were both off today, your schedules aligning for once. Since it was a gloomy day out, Hyunjin suggested staying in and you couldn’t agree more, not wanting to get out in the nasty weather.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as you both sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until you finished the chapter you were on that you moved.

“Hyun! I’m hungry,” you whined as you slammed your book shut.

The loud noise in the otherwise quiet room startled Hyunjin, his paintbrush falling from his hands as he yelped.

“Y/n! Jeez I could have messed up my painting,” hyunjin retaliated with a scowl as he bent over to pick up his paintbrush.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response.

“Well, you know how I get when I’m hungry,” you said as you walked over to his seat.

You stood behind him and grasped his shoulders, your fingers lightly messaging the tight muscles as you peeked at his canvas. Your eyes roamed over the rolling hills he depicted on the canvas, met with the various little houses painted in detailed on the landscape.

Hyunjin sighed as he relaxed into your hold, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the massage you were giving him. Hyunjin was talented, gifted with the ability to recreate any scene, person, or object on canvas, telling a story with the various colors and mediums he chose.

He worked full time at the local coffee shop, saving up money so he can attend the art program at the university.

While he was gifted, you worked two jobs, splitting your time between your job at the book store to your shifts at in the lab working as a research technician. You loved science and wanted to make your mark on the world, so you applied to assist a doctor at the hospital with his research.

Both of your days were long and hard, as you worked towards your dreams, using each other as support. When you had time off, you both spent your days together, participating in craft night or movie night, or just enjoying each other’s presence as in tonight.

“Looking good,” you said as you continued to apply pressure to Hyunjin’s shoulders, chuckling as he let out a low moan as you worked a particular tense area.

“Mmm, thanks. I’m not quite done with it. I want it to be perfect so I can add it to my portfolio for when I apply to the program.” Hyunjin said as he opened his eyes to look at his work.

“They’d be stupid not to take you Hyun,” you replied as you walked away, making your way to the little drawer full of take out menus you’ve both accumulated over the years.

“Pizza? Burgers? Thai food? What are you in the mood for?” You asked, peering over your shoulder at Hyunjin.

“Surprise me,” he said as he got up and started to clear up his mess.

You grinned at his response, remembering that he is not the person to discuss options with as he could never make up his mind. You flipped through the menus, looking out for anything that seemed good.

As you came across a menu for the local pizza parlor, you pulled it out and grabbed your phone to order. Once done, you made your way back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Hyunjin. You stared incredulously at the tv screen, as Hyunjin rapidly flipped through the various shows and movies, looking for one only he knew.

Finally, he settled on a drama, his attention glued to the couple on screen who were in the midst of a fight. You tucked in and watched the show with him until the food came.

As the night came to a close, your eyes grew tired, the lids closing as you tried to focus on the show on screen. However, between the sounds of the rain pelting the window and the warmth you felt radiating off Hyunjin, you didn’t stand a chance. Sleep was about to win when Hyunjin shook you awake, chuckling as you let out a grumble at being disturbed.

“Get up sleepy head, let’s get you to bed ok?” Hyunjin said softly as he gently stroked your leg.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your back from lying on the uncomfortable couch. Hyunjin guided you to your bedroom and picked out your pjs, setting them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. Once you were done, you slipped into the cozy set he picked out, the fleece warming your skin in the chilly apartment.

Turning out the light, you walked to your bed, the blankets pulled back with Hyunjin perched on the edge.

“Come on sleepyhead, get in,” he said as he patted your bed.

You giggled as you slid beneath the blankets, lying on your side as Hyunjin tucked you in, making sure you were all nice and snug. Once he was satisfied, he smiled and wished you good night, flipping the light off and closing the door as he left. You could feel yourself drifting off, as you thought of how lucky you were to have such a sweet best friend like Hyunjin.

To you, it seemed like your normal routine, Hyunjin looking out for you, making sure you were well taken care of. It was just him keeping his promise from all those years ago. However, to him it meant a little more, a fact that you were oblivious to as you lived your life with Hyunjin.

The next morning Hyunjin wakes up bright and early, the bright sun filtering through his window. He glances at the light, annoyed that his curtains do nothing to keep the sun out, instead it’s nearly for decoration, adorning the otherwise bare room.

He sat up and yawned, wishing he could go back to sleep since he doesn’t have to go into work until second shift. However, he shook the thought away, willing himself to get up so he could prep breakfast for you as you worked first shift at the bookstore today.

Yes, he makes you breakfast whenever you have an early shift, wanting to make sure you’re well fed to endure the long day ahead of you. It’s just one of the many things he does, not minding in the least for helping you out. He’s felt the need to watch over you, ever since he saw you crying on the little bench as kids, sad and neglected by the very people who were supposed to shower you with love and care.

Hyunjin is in love with you and has been for a few years now. His heart beats ridiculously fast whenever you’re near, threatening to leap out of his chest; he feels flutters in his stomach when you wrap your arms around him in a hug, the scent of your strawberry shampoo drifting through his nostrils; he feels soft towards you as you focus on your goals, working two jobs trying to climb to the top, to be somebody in this godforsaken world.

Hyunjin loves you, and he will always love you. He’s scared to have that discussion with you however, nervous that you would reject him, state that you only want to be friends and not pursue a relationship with him. He’d rather play it safe and stay the ever doting best friend.

As he gets up and searches for his favorite hoodie, he hears you stumble around your room, the sound of a door slamming echoing through the otherwise quiet space. He searches more quickly, wanting to get started on your breakfast so it is ready by the time you make it to the kitchen.

“Ah ha, gotcha,” he mumbles as he pulls it from under a pile of clothes he’s left on the chair.

He slips it on and pads to the kitchen, flipping on the lights as he goes. Hyunjin settles into the familiar routine of making breakfast as he cracks eggs into a pan, pulls the bacon out and gets the coffee started. He shuffles around, working swiftly but efficiently, adding the finishing touches just as you enter the kitchen.

“Morning Hyun,” you grumble, heading straight for the coffee.

He hands you your travel mug and says, “Morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

“Fair enough,” you say, pouring the hot liquid into the mug, your tone lightening up at the prospect of the caffeine entering your system soon.

Hyunjin plates up your food and sets it down on the table, beckoning you over to sit and eat. He smiles as you do so without fuss, tucking in to your plate. He busies himself with cleaning up the mess he made as you eat, the sound of your fork clanking with the plate occasionally.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he goes and sits down next to you just as you finish up. He glances at you, taking in your simple attire, perfect for the day of work you have ahead. He smiles as you scarf down the eggs, cooked to perfection just the way you like.

Hyunjin takes another sip of coffee before saying, “I’ll be home later this afternoon since I'm working second shift.”

You hum at his statement, acknowledging that you understand.

“Take out then?” You ask him, glancing up at his face.

“If you’d like,” Hyunjin said with a shrug.

He knows you don’t cook, almost burning down the kitchen the last time you tried. He remembers your shrieks of terror as the pan went up in flames, the piece of meat you were trying to cook engulfed in the yellow-orangish flames. After he simply covered the flames with the lid of the pan, he had to comfort you as you burst into tears, babbling about how you didn’t mean to do it.

Hyunjin watches as you finish the last bite of breakfast and get up, taking your plate with you. You grab the to go mug of coffee he fixed you and bid him goodbye as you head to your shift at the bookstore.

The front door clicks softly, the sound of your key in the lock as you lock the door behind you. Silence reigns over the apartment as the sun begins to shine into the living room, ushering in another long day. Hyunjin finishes his coffee and gets up, planning to sketch a little before he has to get ready for work.

He walks back to his bedroom and grabs his supplies before settling back in bed. He opens to a fresh page and brings pencil to paper, moving his hand gently over the paper, the scratch of the lead soothing to his ears. He begins to hum as a person becomes visible on the page, his eyes taking in what he has drawn so far.

His lips turn up in a smile as he glances down at you, gazing peacefully at him from the page. Your delicate features stick out, soft and gentle just like you. Hyunjin has many sketches of you, little doodles he’ll make whenever he can, his heart soaring as he draws in the many beautiful details of your face and your body.

He’s loved you for ages, his heart twisting every time you gave him that soft smile as your giggles filled the space, livening up the place. He wants to love and protect you forever and always. However, he is sure you don’t feel the same, never having given him signs that you love him more than just a friend. It hurts deep down, but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you both have, as you are his lifeline and he doesn’t want that to change any time soon.

Despite this, he can’t help but think of you every second he gets and it’s no different now. The thought of your beauty causes the blood to rush to his cock, the length steadily hardening within the confines of his sweatpants. A wet stain appears on the fabric as he leaks pre-cum, his cock twitching in need.

Hyunjin groans and sets down his sketch pad, his hand palming his erection through his pants. He squeezes his cock and whimpers, imaging your hand on him instead, teasing him, touching him until he begs for you to take it out. He teases the skin of his belly, playing with the little hairs that make up his happy trial.

He takes his time before reaching into his sweats, his hands finally making contact with the head. He gathers some precum before smearing it around, his other hand pushing down his sweats in desperation to touch himself. As he pushes his boxers down, he lets out a hiss as his cock is freed and stands at attention angry, red, and leaking.

With a shaky breath his grasps the shaft and begins to stroke, his hands building up a steady rthymic motion as his mind wanders to you. He wishes it were you, desperately wants it to be you with your hand wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him until he’s squirming and begging for his release. He strokes and strokes, wet sounds filling the room as he’s a leaking mess. His moans mix with the sound of him pleasuring his cock, his breath shaky as his orgasm builds up.

As he continues to stroke himself, his other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, giving them a squeeze as they sit hot and heavy in his hand. Hyunjin’s back arches off the bed as his orgasm washes over him without warning, the pleasure so intense he’s seeing stars, his hearing diminishing as he moans out. His pace doesn’t stop as spurt after spurt of hot cum splatters his hand and belly, painting it with the sticky white substance.

Once he’s empty, he relaxes on the bed, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, the sound of your voice whispering how good he is in his head. He whimpers as he gathers some of his cum that’s starting to dry on his belly and brings it to his lips, tasting the salty liquid on his tongue. He closes his eyes as his hands rest at his side, his now soft cock lying haphazardly as he wills himself to get up and get cleaned up.

He’s down bad for you, yes, but he doesn’t mind. He welcomes the reminder on a daily basis and will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

Hyunjin finally wills himself to get up, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Once dressed and deemed presentable for his shift at the coffee shop, he gathers his phone and wallet and makes his way to the door.

And as Hyunjin leaves his home, he thinks of tonight when he gets home, to you the love of his life.

You are ready to be home, ready to take a hot shower and get into some cozy clothes and relax in front of the tv. Your shift today was not the best, the events of the day replaying in your mind.

It started off good enough, some of the regular customers stopping by, looking for a new read and others were new, curious to see the old fashioned bookshop that is present in the otherwise modern town. You loved to help others find their next read, wanting to help them escape to other worlds, another place then their everyday mundane lives. Your customers could tell of your passion as they asked you for recommendations and had in depth conversations about the latest books and authors.

However, what started off as a good day turned sour really quickly as your friend Tiffany, stopped by, wanting to gossip about her new boy toy. You have been friends for ages, not as long as you’ve been friends with Hyunjin, but long enough. You love her for what she’s worth, but sometimes she can be a little much for you, her bubbly personality taking over, even when the situation is dire.

You don’t agree with her methods of “dating,” and you’ve let her know your thoughts more times than you can count, today being one of those days. However, Tiffany must have found offense as she started to yell and berate you and your opinions. You couldn’t get a word in as she babbled on and on about how you don’t support her and that the reason why you’re still single is because you have a stick up your ass.

You were taken aback by her words, never having heard her have an outburst quite like this. You didn’t say anything as she stormed out of the shop, the door slamming shut with a final tinkle of the bell that hung at the top of the door.

As you made your way home, you mind wandered to Hyunjin, hoping he would be home on time tonight. You wanted to feel his presence, needing to be comforted. You felt the tears crowd the corner of your eyes, the hurt settling in from today deep in your chest. You needed to get home quickly, so you weren’t crying on the side of the street.

Picking up the pace, you arrived home in no time, your hand shaking as you attempted to slide the key in the lock. Softly grunting in frustration, you cleared the water from your eyes and focused on the hole, the key finally sliding into place. You quickly opened the door and slid inside, dropping your stuff haphazaly on the floor as you made your way to the couch.

You collapsed on the cushions and continued to cry, your sobs echoing in the empty room. You let it all out, putting your head on your knees as you squeezed your legs, hoping Hyunjin would come home soon.

As if he heard you, the door opened, annoucning that he was finally home.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Hyunjin shouted, the sound of his keys dropping on the hallway table.

“Y/n?” You heard Hyunjin call out again, this time cautiously.

You remained on the couch, not moving or saying anything waiting for Hyunjin to notice you.

“Oh y/n, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin said, his voice barely above a whisper as he rushed to you.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close, his hand cradling your head into his chest. You gripped his shirt and buried your head in the fabric, breathing in the scent of coffee and Hyunjin, the smell itself comforting. You both sat in silence as Hyunjin rocked you side to side, as he softly hummed. After a while you disentangled yourself from him and leaned back, wiping your eyes in the process.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Hyunjin inquired, his eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to speak.

You’re sure your eyes were red and puffy, but he gazed at you with such tenderness, not caring what you looked like.

“Tiffany and I had a fight…I’m not sure we’re friends anymore. She said some pretty nasty things about me…”

You watched as Hyunjin balled his hands into a fist, his eye twitching as he fumed in anger. You knew Hyunjin never liked Tiffany, calling her a bad influence on you. Deep down you knew he was right, but you had been friends so long with her, you didn’t want to cut ties with her as he suggested.

“You were right about her Hyunjin,” you said as you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your lap.

“Oh y/n, it’s ok. You only need me yeah?” He said, as he tried to reach for you once more.

You pondered his words, seeking the truth in them. Hyunjin is your everything, has always been. You sniffled and wiped more tears from your eyes. You had no one else in this world, as you were estranged from your parents, your sister. You only had Hyunjin.

“I only need you Hyun,” you agreed, looking him in the eyes.

Hyunjin smiled gingerly at you as he brushed his fingers down your cheek. In that moment, you could feel the dynamic shift between you two as you both came to an understanding. You only needed each other in this world, you only needed to live in this atmosphere that you have both created for yourselves. As long as you both had each other, you’d be alright.

“Do we have enough snacks?” Hyunjin asks, worry etched on his face as his eyes glanced over the various bags full of treats that littered the blanket.

You chuckled at his distress, knowing he needed tons of the salty and sweet treats for the movie.

“Yes love, I think we have enough,” you said as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Hyunjin looked up in that moment, his eyes finding yours, a smile gifting his face at your love and tenderness. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in, the perfect girlfriend he could ever have.

It’s been a year since that fated day when you both declared that you only needed each other, love laced with each word as you both sealed in your fates. Each day passed the same, your routines not really changing other than the fact you greet him with a kiss when you come home. Hyunjin has cherished each day, engraving each memory deep within the recesses of his brain, never wanting to forget these happy days.

Hyunjin clears his throat and crosses his arms as he pouts, deciding to tease you. “This may be enough…that is if you don’t eat it all angel.”

You giggled and pushed him lightly, his body tipping over and landing on the blanket. “Hey!” He said as he laughed, before righting himself.

“Well, you deserved it!” You said as you grabbed the other blanket and drapped it over your thighs.

You both were at the park, participating in a summer event called movies in the park. Hyunjin had suggested it after seeing an ad on the announcement bulletin board in your apartment complex. You wholeheartedly agreed to going, believing it would be fun. Luckily, you both were able to get that day off from work.

Hyunjin took you to the store and you both piled your cart high with snacks and drinks, giddy with excitement at the outing. He only had to compromise twice, after you begged to get one of your favorite candies, instead of the salty treat he so desperately wanted. It was worth it however when he saw your eyes light up as he agreed to your demands, his cheeks blushing as you placed a soft kiss on the heated flesh.

It was a nice summer night, the kind where the sun warms your skin, but you can enjoy the sensation without sweating, as you breathe in the warm summer air. The park was filled with families and couples, everyone eagerly waiting for the film to begin. It didn’t take long as the sun melted into the horizon, the screen turning on to project the featured film.

Hyunjin pulled you closer, slipping his legs underneath the blanket as well. He smiled as you snuggled against him, grabbing a bag of snacks to munch on as the opening credits began. As the sun went down for good and the stars made an appearance, littering the clear night sky, you both watched the movie enjoying a rare night off together.

Afterwards, you gathered your stuff and made your way home hand in hand. Hyunjin listened as you chattered about the movie, discussing the plot and how you liked it very much. He chattered back with you, equally as invested in the discussion about the movie as you were. You both were yapping so loud that the others who were sharing the sidewalk with you turned to look at you both, their faces in shock.

“Oops,” you giggled as you noticed their stares, “maybe we should tone it down a notch.”

Hyunjin chuckled and squeezed your hand, “maybe so angel.”

You both chattered more quietly the rest of the way, making it back home in record time. Hyunjin locked away this memory, walking home with you on a warm, summer night, after spending a relaxing and fun night with the love of his life.

-- --

Once home, Hyunjin watched as you bustled around the apartment, unwinding from your little outing. He listens as you’re humming a little song, one that sounds familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s heard it. He loves watching you in these moments, you being you, just for him in this safe space.

Hyunjin feels the need to be close to you so he makes his way over to you and stops you in your tracks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Hyun, what..” You begin until he cups your face as he gazes into your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours, sighing as he’s found his home.

Hyunjin lazily kisses you, pulling you closer, smirking against your lips as he listens to you whimper. He drags his hands up your sides before dragging them back down, his fingers gliding over your shirt and leggings until he reaches your ass, gently cupping the flesh in his large hands. He gives it a squeeze before slapping it, chuckling as you let out a yelp.

He drops his smile however as you bring your hand to his bulge and squeezes his semi-hard cock, his eyes finding yours as you smirk back at him.

“Two can play that game Mr. Hwang,” you tease as you stroke him through his pants.

“You little minx,” he murmurs as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss as you continue to palm him.

Suddenly he pulls back and grabs your hand, dragging you to his room that is now both of yours. He pushes you to the bed and climbs on top of you, his hands reaching to strip you of your clothes, tossing them away as quickly as possible. He needs to see you, feel you bare beneath him, engrave your beautiful body to his memory once more.

He unclapses your bra, your breasts spilling out as he removes the garment, his eyes glued to your hardening nipples. He licks his lips as he finds the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs, a groan leaving his lips as he notices your soaked as a string of your slick connects your panties to your pussy.

Hyunjin proceeds with removing his clothes, feeling the relief as he rock hard cock is finally free of the restricting garments. Once you both are bare for each other, there’s a moment of silence as you take each other in, in awe of each other’s raw beauty as if it’s your first time. Hyunjin’s cock twitches as you blush, squeezing your thighs together in embarrassment at his gaze, his ears perking up as he hears you quietly whimper.

His hands reach out and cup your breasts, his fingers ghosting over your nipples just how you like, the feather light touch causing you to moan and arch into his touch seeking more stimulation. He continues to tease the buds, not fully applying pressure as he knows you like the soft touches he gives your breasts.

“Hyun…love,” you whimper as you cant your hips towards him, your eyes glued to his leaking cock.

“Ok angel, bear with me yeah?” He cooes as he continues to touch you, his fingertips barely touching your skin.

He draws invisible patterns on your skin, his eyes glued to your rising and falling chest as you try to regulate your breathing, lost in his touch. Hyunjin watches as your hands grasps your breasts and play with them as he continues to torture you. He eventually reaches your thighs as he gently rubs circles on the flesh.

Deeming your ready, he parts your legs baring your glistening pussy to his eyes. He loves that he gets you so wet and needy, your folds just begging for him to touch them. And touch them he does as he drags a finger down the puffy folds, your body shuttering at his touch.

He takes his time as he buries his fingers between your folds, easily finding your clit. He applies gentle pressure to your bundle of nerves, bringing you to your high slowly but steadily. He listens to your moans, as he continues to pleasure you, the sound music to his ears. He knows you’re close as he’s very attuned to your body. Withdrawing his hand, he chuckles as you let out a whine, your eyes wide and on him.

“Want you to cum around me angel,” Hyunjin says as he grasps his cock, stroking the shaft a few times to coat it in his pre-cum.

He brings the tip to your entrance and lightly pushes in, your walls sucking him in instantly. He continues to push his length in until he bottoms out, your walls fluttering around his cock as he stills to let you adjust.

“Move, please move,” you beg as you wiggle your hips, attempting to fuck yourself on his cock.

Hyunjin smiles as he places his hands underneath your thighs, holding your legs open as he begins to thrust within you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your walls. He lets out a whimper as he feels your warmth engulf him again and again, your little hole stretching perfectly around him like you were made for his cock.

He’s not going to last long, always feeling overwhelmed once he’s inside you. What would normally embarrass most, he doesn’t mind and he knows you don’t either as you know he’s going to take care of you, make sure you reach your high.

“Touch yourself angel, touch your clit for me yeah?” Hyunjin begs as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He groans as you bring two fingers to your clit and rub, your wrist keeping in time to his thrusts. His tongue lolls out as he glues his eyes to your pussy and how wet it is, a mixture of your slick and his sweat coating the puffy flesh and dripping down your ass. Your fingers slip and slid, little whines leaving your mouth as your fingers slip off the bud. You quickly replace them however chasing after your high so you can come with your lover.

Hyunjin’s breath hitches as he feels you clench around him, his balls tightening within as he lets go in a flurry of loud moans, his cum painting your walls white and sliding out around his cock. His eyes meet yours as you let go, as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you arch your back as your walls rhythmically clench around his cock over and over. He gently fucks you through your high, pushing his cum back into your pussy.

As you take a stuttering breath, your eyes match his, as you clench around his cock one last time. Hyunjin softly moans before leaning down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, your lips moving together sweetly.

Hyunjin gets up and withdraws his softened cock, clucking his tongue at the sight of his cum leaking steadily from your pussy. He has to tear his eyes away in order to clean you up. Once you’re both clean, he pulls you under the blankets, cuddling you to his chest.

You both lay there breathing in tandem, sleep slowly taking over your bodies. Hyunjin logs away the feel of your soft, warm skin underneath his fingertips as he lazily drags them up and down your back. He memorizes the dips and turns of your body, mesmerized with your beauty as always. As he closes his eyes, he begins to dream of you and the eternity he plans to spend with you.

The next morning, you awake, feeling refreshed after last nights love making and a good nights rest. You look up to see Hyunjin sprawled out on his back, his chest softly rising and falling as he slumbers. As you stare at your lover, an idea comes to mind and as you glance at the clock, you notice you have a little time before you have to get up to go to your second job.

You carefully scoot closer to Hyunjin, careful not to wake him up. He has kicked off the blankets at some point during the night, leaving him uncovered. Your eyes go to the bulge in his boxers, already semi-erect. You gently palmed his cock, your eyes glued to his face to ensure he doesn’t wake up.

You smile as he doesn’t move, but continues to softly snore. You reach into the crotch of the fabric and pull out his cock, your eyes feasting on how how red and angry the head is, as drops of pre-cum drip down and coat his shaft and your hand.

You shuffle onto your knees and lean down to take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head. You press your tongue into his slit and then stop for a moment as Hyunjin moans above you, the sound short but audible. You wait a few seconds more before suckling the head as you stroke his shaft, savoring the salty taste of him on your tastebuds.

As Hyunjin slightly jerks in his sleep, you take more of him down your throat and bob your head in earnest, taking him to the base each time, the little hairs adorning his pelvis tickling your nose. You continue to pleasure your lover, alternating between suckling the head and deep throating him, awaiting the moment he realizes the pleasure he’s feeling is not a dream.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to wake up, his hands gripping your hair your sign he’s fully awake.

“Y/n…ah!” He mumbles, his voice deep as it’s laced with sleep.

You hum around him before increasing your pace, wanting him to come down your throat. You clench your thighs together as Hyunjin moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as he fucked your mouth gently. You grasped his balls in your hands and began to fondle them.

“Mmm close angel, don’t stop,” Hyunjin whimpered.

As you licked up his shaft and then swirled your tongue around him once more, Hyunjin grasped your head and pushed it down, forcing you to take him to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. He let out a loud groan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum filling your mouth. You withdrew as he took a shaky breath, his hooded eyes set on you as you swallowed his cum, licking your lips afterwards ensuring not to waste any that may have dribbled out.

“Such a good girl for me,” Hyunjin murmured as he gave you a smile, his hands reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t I return the favor? You have to work this morning right? How about I join you in the shower?”

You couldn’t say no to such an offer as you were dripping, your slick coating your panties causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. You’d be killing two birds with one stone too. You giggled as leaped out of bed, grabbing your lovers hands to pull him after you to take care of both of your needs before your shift.

--

As you entered the lab, you put your phone on silent so as to not have any distractions while working. Your second job was in a research lab at the local hospital. You enjoyed this job as well, the prospect of making strides in the scientific world giving you a thrill.

You pulled out your supplies, grabbing your agar plates from the incubator and settled in. You decided to play some music to pass the time away since you had the lab to yourself today. Getting lost in your work, your fell into the familiar routine of extracting cells, mixing them with solutions, and spinning them down, all to prepare them to extract the DNA.

However, you were so into it, that you accidentally knocked over a bottle that was laying on the counter, the clear liquid spilling all over the counter and you. You shrieked at the feeling, quickly picking up the bottle to stop more of the liquid from dripping onto the tabletop.

You noticed the bottle didn’t have a label, so you had no clue what was inside. Your skin wasn’t burning which you thought was a good thing. You quickly made your way to the wash station, and turned on the water, dousing your arms underneath the stream to get the strange liquid off.

You stayed there for ten minutes before you deemed it okay to stop. Turning off the water, you dried off your arms. Satisfied, you went back to work, picking up where you left off before the accident. The day continued, time flying by quickly as you made progress in your project. As mid day rolled around, you decided to call it quits.

After cleaning up your space and properly storing your specimens, you packed up your bag and left, making your way back home. The apartment would be empty as you got back, as Hyunjin would have already left for work.

Once at home, you changed clothes and decided to read, wanting to have a chill afternoon after your busy morning. As you were settling in, rain began to spatter against your window, the pitter patter soothing to your ears. Your eyes began to droop, slowly but surely until you succumbed to sleep, your book falling from your hands. -- -- “Who are you!?”

You awoke with a start, your eyes wide as you thought an intruder had entered your home. Blinking away the sleep, you focused your eyes to the man in front of you. Standing in front of you was…wait…it was Hyunjin. Why was he asking you who you were? You were y/n, his girlfriend, his best friend in the world.

“Hyun, it’s me…” you said incredulously.

Hyunjin stared at you for a moment, blinking his eyes slowly. After a while, there was a look of recognition on his face.

“Y/n? What just happened?”

You stared back at Hyunjin confused. “You just asked who I was.”

“I did? Why would I do that? I know who you are,” Hyunjin said as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in shock, confused as to what just happened. You could tell he meant what he said, his face telling it all that he had no clue who you were. As strange as it were, you decided to let it go. You latched onto his arm and snuggled into him, sighing at the comfort the warmth of his body brings.

As the night went on, your mind kept wandering to the night’s events, confused as to what transpired. A part of you thought you should have continued to question Hyunjin, ask him why he thought he didn’t know you. As you tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that lingered as you tried to fall asleep.

Time passed and with each day, stranger things occurred. Over the last few months, Hyunjin has forgotten your birthday, your favorite foods, even your favorite books which you constantly talk about. He always claims he’s not sure what has happened, confusion laced on his face as he ponders why he forgot that information. He’s also forgotten who you were a few more times, but he always recovers and remembers a little while later.

As you were getting ready for work, your mind was a nervous wreck as you considered every possibility as to why he’s forgetting the little things about you and your relationship. You walked to your bathroom to do your makeup when you looked in the mirror. You yelped at your reflection, your eyes widened in horror.

You were there, but your skin seemed to have faded a little, a small outline of your body seeming to glow in the light, almost like an aura. You touched your arm, sighing in relief as you could still felt solid.

What the hell is going on? Are you imagining things? That has to be it, yes. You continued your morning routine, convinced that it was all a hallucination since you hadn’t had your morning coffee yet.

Later, as you entered the kitchen, you found Hyunjin sitting down on the couch, his sketch book in his lap. You stopped in your tracks, confused as this was the first time you worked an early morning shift and Hyunjin had not cooked you breakfast. Even though he didn’t owe you the meal, you still found it kind of odd that he would break his usual routine.

“Love?” You questioned as you entered the living room.

Hyunjin snapped his head up in shock, some coffee sloshing over the rim of his mug and onto his clothes.

“Shit, what?” He asked, his face scrunched up in annoyance at the interruption and spill.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just going to go to work now,” you said quietly, his outburst shocking you.

Hyunjin never snaps at you, he's always gentle and considerate of your feelings. So his actions this morning have definitely shaken you up. You try not to linger on the feeling as you get to work. You immerse yourself in your books, helping out the various customers that come in throughout the day. You only hope that Hyunjin would have calmed down by the time you got home.

Hyunjin felt off. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knows it has something to do with your relationship, but he can never remember what it is. He spends his days frustrated as he forgets your name, your favorite book, or even your daily routine. He doesn’t understand why it’s occurring as he lives for you, breathes for you.

He can see the hurt in your eyes each time it occurs, how dejected you feel when he snaps at you once again. He doesn’t mean to, he just doesn’t know what else to do or say when these events occur.

He decides to make an effort to not forget, to focus hard to remember, to turn this whole mess around as quick as possible. Hyunjin looks up eagerly as you walk through the door, arriving home after work. You seem tired and run down, your skin dull and lackluster but also a little translucent.

He comes to the conclusion that you’re getting sick and decides to help nurse you back to health.

“Hey, welcome home angel. You look exhausted, let’s get you in a bath yeah?”

You shake your head yes gratefully and let him guide you to your bathroom. He busies himself with preparing the bath, making sure the water is the right temperature, that he fills the tub with your favorite bubble bath. He throws in some bath salts as well before deeming the bath satisfactory.

“Alright angel, let’s get in.” Hyunjin ties his hair up and strips and gets in the bath first.

You follow right behind him, the water slowly rising as you settle in between his legs. However, as you lay back against his chest, he’s not met with your solid body, but yet a more squishy feeling, almost like your skin is moving against him.

He’s startled to say the least, confused as to how you can feel this way. He reaches to grab your arm and is barely able to hold on.

“Angel, what…” he asks, not finishing his question as he’s not sure what to ask anymore.

“I’m not sure Hyunjin,” you sob as you breakdown. “I’m slowly fading and I have no idea why. I think it’s why you forget who I am at times and things about me.”

Hyunjin feels a pang in his heart as you cry, wishing he could wrap his arms around you, feel you as he has in the past. He attempts to comfort you, frustrated that your skin moves underneath his hands. He’s not sure what to make of the situation, but what you have proposed makes sense.

“How did this happen?” He asks quietly as you continue to sniffle.

“M’not sure,” you whimper. “What if you forget me forever? “

Your body shakes as your wracked with fresh sobs, your anguish echoing throughout the bathroom.

“I could never forget you angel, never.” Hyunjin says.

He really won’t, how could he as you’re the love of his life. If he has to write your name down everyday, he will, whatever he has to do to remember you, he will do it. He will help you through this no matter what.

Hyunjin says he won’t forget you, but you know it’s inevitable. You’ve faded away even more now, so much so that you can’t leave the house, scared others around you will think you’re a ghost. You spend your days at home, curled up within a blanket as you stare blankly at the tv.

You’ve made a link to the spill of the strange liquid at the lab to what has been happening to you for almost half a year now. Whatever it was must be altering the atoms of your body, slowly allowing them to spread, causing you to fade away.

You barely lift your head as Hyunjin walks in the house, as he walks right past you without giving you another glance. You wait a full two hours before he notices you, recognition and then shame gracing his face at his mistake.

He walks over to you and leans down to kiss you, but he is met with air. You begin to cry, leaning away quickly at the realization that you will never be able to feel Hyunjin’s lips on yours, his hands on your body, his warmth. You can see the sadness in his eyes as he realizes the same thing.

Hyunjin sighs and walks away, locking himself in his bedroom. You don’t see him for the rest of the night, which leaves you heartbroken. You make your way to your room to go to bed, as you consider today another disappointment.

Hyunjin wakes up, the sun is shining brightly through his window, promising another good day. He sits up and stretches, enjoying the pull on his muscles. He gets up to start his morning routine as he works the morning shift today.

He hums a little song as he washes up, dresses himself and then makes his way to the kitchen. He busies himself making breakfast, the familiar routine comforting. Once he’s done, he sits down to eat, humming at the taste of the food as he scarfs it down.

After the last bite, he takes his plate to the sink and dumps it. Grabbing his wallet and keys he leaves for work, shutting the door behind him.

His day passes without incident, the coffee shop bustling with customers as always. He decides he will sketch when he gets home, needing to finish his projects before the deadline for the art school he wants to apply to.

His boss lets him go earlier which is a godsend to Hyunjin as he can make it home before the rain decides to fall, blanketing the roads with puddles and mud. Once he arrives home, he quickly changes and grabs some juice before sitting down on the couch.

Pressing play on a little remote, soft music drifts through the room, blanketing his world with the sound of piano keys, perfect for his afternoon of sketching. He grabs his sketch book and opens it, the book falling open to some sketches he’s already completed.

He stares down at the woman on the page, her features beautiful and breathtaking. As he gazes at sketch after sketch, he feels as if he’s forgetting something or forgetting someone. Every time he gets close to the answer, it slips away, like silk slipping through his fingers.

Hyunjin can’t remember who the woman is in the sketch, but he’s glad he’s thought of them, wanting to include them in his portfolio. As he picks up his pencil once more, he begins to draw, his hands traveling around the page with practiced ease and familiarity. He focuses hard, needing the details to be just right.

As he finishes, he sets his pencil down, and glances at his sketch. He has sketched the woman again, the woman who seems to plague his subconscious. He gets the nagging feeling that he knows the woman but can’t recall why or where he knows her from.

Despite this, he has captured your beauty, your perfect features in great detail, immortalized forever all within the pages of his beloved sketchbook.

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[starkerobsession]

Peter tries to rush into having sex with Tony before he’s actually ready because it’s Tony Stark and there’s a chance he’ll get bored if there’s no sex involved. What if Tony leaves him? What if Tony looks for sex elsewhere? Peter is terrified. He’s terrified of having sex, but he’s more terrified of losing Tony, so he tries to be brave and act like he’s ready for sex.

Except he doesn’t realise that Tony would be celibate for the rest of his life if that meant being with Peter. He loves the boy more than anything, and he’s also extremely observant and knows that Peter is 100% not ready for sex.

One night Peter tries his best to get into Tony’s pants. Giving him eyes all evening, touching him, going overboard with kisses. Then as the evening progresses and he’s kissing Tony’s neck on the couch, he reaches down to unzip Tony’s pants and Tony grabs his hands and pushes him away, shaking his head no.

Peter instantly feels unwanted. Is Tony not interested? Is he not attracted to him in that way? Is he already getting ready to leave Peter?

He breaks down in tears and begs Tony. “Please have sex with me, Mr Stark, please.”

Tony takes the kid in his arms and soothes him. He tells Peter that he knows he’s not ready. Peter insists he’s more than ready. He wants to have sex, and now. Why can’t Tony understand that?

“You’re never gonna lose me, baby,” Tony murmurs in Peter’s ear as he cradles him close. “I promise you. There’s no rush to do anything. I can live without sex but I can’t live without you. Okay? Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And that’s exactly what Peter needs to hear. It’s like a massive weight has been lifted. He doesn’t have to rush into anything. Tony’s not going to leave him. He just cries out in relief and holds onto Tony’s arm like his life depends on it, smiling into Tony’s chest he sobs out a soft, “I love you so much.”

Tony’s heart feels like it’s going to explode as he smiles and presses a kiss to Peter’s temple.

“I love you too, Kid.”

[hqbaby]

twenty-six — this isn’t us

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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Sukuna didn’t sleep a wink all night. Maybe it was the lack of comfort, the fact that he had to lie on a sleeping bag on the ground beside Mahito tossing form or the way Aoi kept managing to place his foot in his face. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the whole night, an endless chain of events that had startled his system beyond belief. Maybe it was because Naoya kept waking up every few hours, scrolling through his TikTok with the speakers on full volume before drifting back to sleep with the “Nasty” audio still playing on a loop.

Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t spoken to you after everything that happened. How you’d pushed him away after everyone had regrouped in the living room, saying you just needed some space. How you’d sat cross-legged in front of the fire for a good half hour, ignoring everyone until you decided to get up and go to bed.

It doesn’t matter what caused his bout of sleeplessness. All he knows is that he’s at the table now, everyone chatting away around him as they eat their breakfast, and you’re nowhere to be found.

There’s a palpable tension in the room. While everyone was either plastered or tipsy when everything went down last night, they have a general sense of what happened. No one has spoken about it around Sukuna, but he suspects that the occasional whispering out of his supposed earshot involves a great deal of talk about it all.

Maki and Nobara have been mostly keeping to themselves. Nobara’s more receptive to people coming up and offering her food, exchanging smalltalk about the weather, if they plan on skiing later; Maki not so much.

Sukuna can tell that something has shifted between Satoru and Kimi with the way they keep each other at arm’s length, the former basically attaching himself to Suguru and the latter spending more time with Utahime and Kento. They’re both keeping up relatively normal facades, but Sukuka can see through them. Something has definitely changed.

Everyone’s clearing breakfast away when you finally step out of the room where most of the girls slept last night. The expression on your face is completely blank. It’s like your physical body is here but your mind is elsewhere. You barely register when Nobara offers you the plate she set aside for you earlier.

“Are you gonna hit the slopes with us later?” Utahime asks, a gentle smile on her face as she approaches you.

You’re picking at your pancakes when you shake your head. “I don’t feel too good,” you tell her. “I think I’ll just hang back. You have fun though.”

The tone of your voice kills Sukuna. You sound like you’re reading off a script, the words leaving your mouth in a monotone drawl. It’s so unlike you, so different from your usual jaunt, the way you normally speak like your tongue is bouncing with each word.

“Okay,” Utahime says. She pulls you in for a quick little side hug. “If you change your mind though.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

When most of them clear out to go get ready to ski, Sukuna finds it in himself to get up from his place and make his way over to you. You don’t react when he pulls a chair up, the legs screeching as he drags it across the floor. You don’t even look at him when he sits down and awkwardly arranges himself in the seat.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “You sleep alright?”

You let your fork scrape against your plate. “No,” you tell him. “You?”

“Not at all.”

You hum.

Sukuna can’t bear this, this distance between the two of you, the way you won’t even look at him. You’ve had rough patches before, pieces of time when you didn’t speak after some petty fight or other, but nothing like this. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know how to deal with the fallout of this kind of situation. It’s never happened before.

“Can we talk?” he asks—although it sounds more like he’s pleading than anything.

He watches as you gnaw your lower lip. You stop poking at your food. You shake your head. “I don’t think—”

“Please,” he says. “We don’t even have to talk about our shit. We can deal with that later. I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

You sigh. “Sukuna,” you say softly. “I don’t want to—”

“Let me be your best friend right now.” His voice is desperate. He’ll take anything at this point. Anything. If you’d only let him in, if you’d just stop putting this wall between the two of you. “Just let me be here for you. This isn’t us. We don’t act all cold with each other, we talk. We always talk.”

“Sukuna,” you say, harder now.

“Just talk to me,” he says, taking your hand in his. “Don’t push me out, don’t—”

“Sukuna!” You pull your hand away, eyes finally meeting his. He looks so hurt, so disappointed. All you can think is, This is your fault. You’ve broken your best friend. The one good thing in your life, and you’re pushing him out.

You’re doing what you always do. What you suspect you always will.

“You should go with them,” you tell him.

He shakes his head, adamant. “I don’t want to. I want to be with you.”

Part of you wants him to stay. You want him to hold you like he always does when things in your life are in shambles. You want him to be there for you. You want to accept all the comfort he’s offering you. All the familiarity that comes with him, all the love you’ve grown accustomed to.

But there’s another part of you that clings to the thoughts of last night. The whole mess of your life laid out before you, each piece carefully polished and displayed for you to see. A whole load of baggage that you don’t think you have the strength to hoist onto his lap, to let him deal with.

And then there’s the quiet voice in the back of your head, not your own. An afterthought. A misunderstanding, you’re sure, barely even relevant in the grand scheme of things, but a lingering doubt nonetheless.

Satoru’s voice whispers in the corner of your mind.

“He cheated on you.”

You still don’t know what that means.

You know that if you let Sukuna in, you’re going to have to ask him about it. You’re going to have to find out whatever it is that Satoru is supposedly lording over your best friend. And you don’t know if you’re ready to hear his answer.

As much as you know Sukuna and you know how much he cares about you, how much people misconstrue his actions, his intentions, who he really is—you’re starting to think that you don’t really know anything right now. Everything that happened last night was a direct cause of you not seeing the whole picture, taking things at face value.

Maybe you were wrong about Sukuna.

Maybe everyone was right.

Maybe he really was a bad idea all along.

“Go with them,” you say weakly. “I need time to think.”

“I don’t need time,” he tells you, placing his hands on the table as he leans towards you. “We already took too much time getting here. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to talk.”

He seems so sincere, so sure of everything. Could he be lying? Has he been lying all along?

You inch away from him and look back down at your plate. “I can’t,” you tell him. “Please. Just give me this. I promise we’ll talk later.”

“When?”

“When I’m ready.”

“And when will that be?”

“Sukuna—”

“Stop saying my name like that,” he says, nose wrinkling in disgust.

You frown. “Like what?”

“Like I’m some asshole stranger that you don’t know, that doesn’t know you,” he says. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Don’t think for a minute that any of that’s changed.”

That pulls you out of your thoughts, even by just a little. Still, there’s a nagging feeling in your chest. One that knows that nothing can happen between the two of you until you finish what you started last night. Until you deal with Satoru.

You reach your hand over and place it on top of his. “Later,” you say. “I promise.”

He looks at you for a moment, studies the furrow of your brow, the downturn of your lip. Then, hesitantly, he nods. “Okay,” he says. “If you promise.”

“I do,” you tell him, offering a weak smile. “I just need a minute to catch my breath. We’ll talk as soon as I’m ready, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. “We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

You squeeze his hand. “Thank you.”

You wave at them through the window as they gather outside the house, some excitedly prancing around, some rolling their eyes at the excited prancing, some—mainly Sukuna and Maki—looking like they would rather be anywhere but there.

When they’re gone, you walk away from the window and press your back against the wall. You slide down onto the floor and feel a weight descend on you. The weight of everything. The confusion, the helplessness, the despair of the previous day sinking into your bones.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You pull it out, blink at the contact name on your screen, and answer the call.

“Mom? Is everything okay?”

“I’m getting out of here,” you hear her speak on the other line. There’s a lot of noise wherever she is. Things being thrown, being pulled, being pushed together.

You straighten up. “What?” you say. “What happened?”

She huffs. “I can’t live with him anymore. He’s a fucking asshole!” The last part is yelled, not to you but to someone else. “Are you at your apartment?”

“No,” you tell her. “I’m on a trip with friends. Mom, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she says. “I’ve just had enough. You were right. He’s never going to change.”

“Dad?”

“Who else would I be talking about?” You hear her sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m going to stay with your aunt for a few days. When does your trip end?”

“Tomorrow,” you answer. “Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically, no,” she says. “I’m fine. Go enjoy the rest of your trip, I’ll head to your place when you come back. We’ll talk then.”

You furrow your brows. “Sure,” you say. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, baby,” she tells you. “I just wanted you to let you know what’s happening. I’ll see you soon.”

She hangs up before you can ask her again if everything is okay. If she needs your help.

You put your phone down and stare at it as the screen goes black again.

Great. Another thing you have to worry about.

“Oh.”

You look up and find Satoru standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise.

“I didn’t know you were here,” he says. “I thought you went with them.”

You shake your head. “I don’t trust myself to ski right now,” you tell him. “If I fell, I probably wouldn’t have the strength to get up.”

He lets out a soft chuckle at that. “I get what you mean.” He makes a few cautious steps towards you, then looks at the spot beside you. “Mind if I sit?”

You shrug. “Go ahead.”

He crouches down, grunting as he plops himself onto the carpet. “Remind me to never climb up the roof again.”

“Why’d you go up to the roof?”

“Hide and seek,” he answers like it’s so obvious. “You gotta do what you gotta do to win, you know.”

“To be fair, I’d say that I won the game last night.”

“Only ‘cause you cheated.”

“I did not cheat.”

“You were literally unreachable!” he says. “Kento had to find a crowbar to get you out!”

You smile. “Haven’t you heard? You gotta do what you gotta do to win.”

The two of you laugh, and it feels nice. It’s a good reprieve after everything. It isn’t much but it’s enough to not make you feel as shitty as you’ve been feeling.

Satoru leans back and nudges your shoulder with his.

“I’m sorry for all the yelling last night,” he says. “And for what I said.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t cool, man,” you say. “But it’s okay. You were upset. It was… a lot to take in.”

He nods. “I still shouldn’t have done that.”

“There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t have done,” you tell him quietly. “I’m really sorry, you know.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

You turn to him when you feel him shuffle, finding him reaching into his pocket for something. He pauses, like he’s considering his next actions very carefully, then he pulls the thing out of his pants and places it on the sliver of space between the two of you.

“Here,” he says. “That’s yours.”

You stare at the small box. It’s a dark blue velvet, in stark contrast to the white of the carpet. You frown. “What is that?”

He pushes it closer to you. “Open it.”

You glance at him, then at the box, then at him, then back at the box. Slowly, you pick the thing up. It’s light, so light you’d think there was nothing inside. It sits in the palm of your hand for a moment before you carefully pry it open.

The ring sits in the middle. A simple one, a silver band and a diamond set in the middle. It’s not the kind of ring that calls attention to itself, but you’d notice it on anyone’s finger. You couldn’t not look at it.

“Satoru, what is this?”

You look at him and find him staring at the ring. He swallows and lets his shoulders drop.

“Your ring,” he tells you softly. “It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it. I know I probably should’ve asked you about it—I read that’s what you’re supposed to do because girls can get really particular about their rings—but I saw that one and I knew I had to get it. It just felt right.”

Your mouth goes dry as you look back at the box you’re holding. “You bought me a ring?”

“I would’ve bought you a hundred if that’s what you wanted.”

You gape at him. “You bought me a ring.”

He looks at you, eyes all soft and gentle. “That’s what you’re supposed to do before you get married, right?”

“Satoru, why…” You can’t seem to find the right words. Your mind has drawn a complete blank.

“I know you don’t believe me, and you have every right to feel that way, but I really did love you,” he says. “I still do if I’m being honest.”

You don’t know what to think right now. You don’t know what to do. All you know is that there’s a ring in your hand and an ache in your chest and the boy who you’d always believed to be the love of your life sitting right beside you.

“You were it for me,” he tells you. “I won’t lie, I’ve loved people in the past, but not as much as I love you. What we had was real to me, it always will be.”

You stare at the box. The diamond glints in the light. “Oh.”

[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: Your life is a constant change, new faces in such a short time make you get used to it, you become an adaptable person and you find a family with the group that seems to fit least with your warm personality.

─Warnings: none, lil ooc maybe¿

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

It's not the best time to write more different things, but I need more content from these men 😔✋🏻

You clutched the box tightly in your arms, the sound of your feet bouncing off the empty streets being the only sound besides the light summer breeze, a feeling of uncertainty spreading through your chest with every step, you had done this so many times and yet you were still just as nervous, like you were stuck in a loop where you meet your preschool class for the first time but repeating the event over and over again with unfamiliar faces.

It had happened once, twice, more than five times if you don't forget others, delegated to other groups, sent elsewhere with no say or vote, since you were someone replaceable, your boss didn't give a shit where you were, as long as you paid what you owed him.

There came a point where it didn't bother you, looking back, that day you fought tooth and nail to keep them from taking you, you begged, you cried, you did everything you could, but in the end your parents were the ones who made the decision, the final say. Of course, who would rather pay their debts when they can sell their daughter?

To this day, you still hate them for it, but you wouldn't waste all that energy for nothing again, your fury and anguish calmed down over the years, making you the docile teenager you are now, a bit of an idiot and distracted, but it was easier to obey, not ask and do your job, even though it didn't always go well, that's why you went from group to group for Passione, your capo, Polpo, tried to make you fit into some group, but he gave up, you knew that when he sent you straight to la squadra di esecuzione.

You didn't know much about its users, just that they were one of the worst paid groups, so you assumed that either their superiors didn't care about them, or they were really bad at their job, you didn't care, either way, you're worse, not for nothing you've been going back and forth, although in a way your own skill was what put you in this situation.

You gulp once you find yourself in front of your destination, a simple wooden door, with a worn golden knob and what looks like some dents from blows, you count up to three to calm your nerves, ignoring the tingling in your fingers and forearms due to the pain of carrying your belongings all the way.

The door opened with an unpleasant creak, your obstructed view met dark blue eyes, as deep as an ocean, his gaze seemed stern and his brow remained furrowed.

"Oh, you must be the newbie."

You nodded, swallowing the words of introduction, he let you pass, the stairs creaking under your weight, following the blond, you found yourself in front of the living room, where some of the others were, your presence wasn’t conspicuous enough to distract them from whatever they were doing, it was a relief, you wanted to unpack and take some time to get to know the others, quietly. Going up another flight of stairs was a long hallway full of doors, yours was the first on the right, the door was simple, splintered, complementing the slightly deteriorated state of the house.

"You can leave your stuff here, I'll let you explore the house on your own, just don't poke your nose in some places, some people don't like others rummaging through their stuff."

"Okay, thanks…"

"Prosciutto."

You nodded, taking in the information, he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts again, the door made a soft click when you kicked it, finally dropping the box on the floor, you stretched out your sleepy arms. The room was simple, a bed, a small nightstand and a window, it wasn't better than other places you had settled, but having a roof to sleep under is already a good thing.

You didn't waste any time, you strategically left the little you brought in the room, it still seemed depressing, yes, but a little more welcoming and in line with your tastes, now came the worst part, the introductions, you hated the beginnings, they were always tense, distrustful or too direct, but you had to deal with them.

First impressions are never as you expect, you noticed how the atmosphere intensified when you came down at dinner time that day, how all the curious eyes looked at you and analyzed you, everything happened as you thought, in an uncomfortable way, being ignored for the most part except for Pesci, who was much more open to interacting with you. You felt a great current of different emotions; disbelief, annoyance, indifference, irritation... they all mixed together and seemed to make a whirlwind of emotions in front of your eyes.

Risotto, your boss, remained oblivious to everything that was happening at the table, as if he was a ghost that only watched in silence. You noticed how his face contorted with every shout at the table, as if it was annoying or uncomfortable for him.

Prosciutto, quite similar to the boss, his gaze was just as hard as when he received you, although he was much more involved in making the others stop behaving like children at the table, he seemed to be the only one with character, manners, completely strict regarding his convictions. His brother Pesci was something completely opposite, which amused you, much calmer and insecure, his tone did not have a hint of demand, it helped you calm your nerves a little in all this madness.

Formaggio seemed friendly, open to talk, although not with you at the moment, he seemed like the kind of person who needed a little confidence to be able to talk to someone, just because he seemed to mess with his colleagues, comments not appropriate for someone you just met but yes for colleagues. Illuso was one of the most irritated at the table, he seemed more sophisticated and elegant than the others, not as much as the blond, he seemed a little annoyed with Formaggio's attitude, they were the two who started arguing.

Because of their argument they alerted what you called the team's time bomb, Ghiaccio exploded like a storm, uncontrollable screams filled the table, making dinner in that house complete chaos once again.

The only one who seemed to enjoy all of this was Melone, totally entertained by his companions, he gave you some sidelong glances and you immediately knew he was disappointed with something about you, although the feeling quickly changed to a more cheerful one, whatever it was that bothered him about you, he hid it quite quickly and effectively.

That night you went to bed with a bitter taste in your conscience, you didn't know if you could really fit in with this group, they're all so different,  you were like a stain on their suit, but again, you accepted this change, anyway you were good at adapting to anyone.

The first week was slow, with no missions or assignments, you spent unbearable hours in your room, staring at the wall, staring at the ceiling, staring out the window, hearing occasional laughter and screams in the living room, you had spoken little or nothing with them, although you felt a small advance with Formaggio, Melone and Pesci, they were the most open to talking more with you.

Only sometimes, at the time when everyone was in their rooms, was when you went out to enjoy the shared rooms, you put the living room TV at a low volume to enjoy some late night programs, like now, so absorbed in a documentary about swans that you didn't hear the creaking of a door, some curses and a slight scamper, it wasn't until something furry and heavy climbed onto your lap that you realized.

"Shit, hey babe come here, don't scratch-! oh"

Formaggio came across an unusual scene, you were calmly petting his cat, being that that fussy feline didn't appreciate most of the people in this house, many times she couldn't even stand her owner.

"Is she your cat?" He nodded slowly, approaching the couch, dropping down next to you, taking a prudent space due to the snort that the animal let out of her mouth, something that you didn't notice "She's very cute."

You smiled, stroking the cat's chin, receiving a loud purr, your body warmed up feeling how the animal enjoyed your caresses, feeling totally captivated.

"How the hell are you doing that?"

"Do what?"

"She doesn't let anyone pet her except Risotto or me, she doesn't like new people either."

You shrugged, not having an exact answer to his question, you just sat in silence with the soft hum of the television in the background, it was nice, quiet, unlike normal during the day, apart from the fact that there was no one to argue with, Formaggio found himself enjoying that peace, appreciating how relaxed you were.

He didn't give you any importance when you arrived, but maybe it was nice to have someone who could bring some calm to this gloomy place, if he compared you to the others, you seemed much more vibrant than everyone here, more hopeful... or maybe it was because you were just a carefree teenager to a certain extent, whatever it was, he would like to get to know you a little more.

Since that night Formaggio started making little jokes with you, they weren't as hurtful as some of the others, but he was glad to see how you returned his sarcasm, you talking to him was already a good step forward. The passing of the days became pleasant, the volatile interactions were prolonged with most, although the trust was not at its highest point, there was a glimmer of rapprochement.

"(y/n), Risotto wants you in his office."

Prosciutto announced, coming down the stairs, cutting off your little chat with his brother, you nodded and leave the comfort offered by the old, frayed sofa.

"Right away."

You didn't waste time, thinking about what your boss would need, with an idea in your head, you weren't nervous or anything, Risotto could seem as intimidating as he wanted, his height, his gaze, his impassive face, his voice... everything could instill fear in anyone, but you saw another side of him, all those grimaces, glances, almost inaudible sighs, gave you another, much deeper description of him, you felt respect and empathy towards your boss, finding some similarities with your behavior.

You knocked before entering, you slowly opened the door, it was the first time you saw his office, it was just as depressing as the whole building, moldy walls, peeling paint, and it seemed to plunge into total darkness except for the small table lamp on the dark oak desk.

"I'll be direct, I understand that you don't want to reveal your stand to everyone here, it's not necessary, but I'd like to know about it so I can send you on missions you might be suitable for."

"Oh, that was it."

All your calmness went out the window, just when you were starting to get comfortable with the team, the insecurity that your skills were useless came to the fore, but you swallowed all that, after all you had to start working someday.

"Well, it's... it's a little stupid, you see, it's nothing physically harmful, it can't hurt people seriously."

Risotto's eyes moved from your face to your shoulder, curiosity shining in them at the sight of a being the size of a typical action figure, its colors matching yours, its hair wavy to the shoulders, with big eyes like a puppy and a smiling mouth in the shape of a 'v'.

"What can it do, exactly?"

"Transmit emotions or exchange them."

To emphasize your point, your little friend changed their face, one sad, one angry, one scared… the curious glint in Risotto's eyes died instantly, returning to its dull, monotonous state.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know."

"Do you need anything else?"

"Yes, indeed, you will go on the next mission tomorrow, I will give you more information in the morning, for now, rest."

At that moment you calmly accepted, saying goodbye to him, returning to the living room to continue your talk with Pesci, which Melone joined a while after returning, but that night you did not stop tossing and turning in bed, hitting your head on the pillow and screaming against it to release all the nerves, it was your first mission, you had to perform well.

You stayed up all night for nothing, all your nerves were of no use at all, you didn't know if you repressed the bad feelings so much that you didn't feel nervous or it was the confidence that Prosciutto would be paired with you today, whatever it was, you got it, you just need to follow a guy, ask him some questions and end up killing him if necessary.

You had a bigger challenge in that mission than finding the guy, talking to Prosciutto was difficult, he was a little intimidating, it was ironic that the more normal he seemed, the more he intimidated you, but his attitude was too strong for you, you found yourself thinking of some topic of conversation the first few minutes, the silence was too thick for your liking, so you came up with any nonsense just to eradicate it.

"What shampoo do you use for your hair? It looks shiny and silky."

The question took him unnoticed, since most of the time you had behaved more like a listener than a talker, he looked at you for a few seconds, a nervous smile decorating your face, your gaze fixed on the street you were walking down, his silence made you think that the question would fall on deaf ears, which wouldn't surprise you.

"It's not any special one, the common one they sell in all supermarkets."

It was your turn to be surprised, not only because he answered your silly question, but because of the fact that his hair looked nice with a generic shampoo, you touched your hair with a frown, were you the problem? Your hair has never been exceptionally good with any shampoo, Prosciutto noticed how your smile turned into a grimace, it made him look at you with confusion, with a new sparkle in your eyes, you pointed accusingly at the blond.

"How do you do it!? Witchcraft? Are you a witch?"

A playful irritation came from your words, your brow remaining furrowed, though this time you faced him head on, not paying attention to the street, Prosciutto put on a blank expression, he thought that even though you were younger than the rest, you were a bit more mature, it was the first impression you gave him, reserved, calm and respectful, but in the end, you are still a bit of a silly teenager. He honestly doesn't know why he continued with the discussion about the hair treaty, but he did it anyway, you seemed a bit different than you were at home, maybe he decided to go ahead to bring out this side of you, unknown to him yet.

Your torso collided with Prosciutto's hand as you tried to turn the next street, he grabbed your shoulder, throwing your body behind the wall, he put a finger to his mouth, pointing to the alley ahead, urging you to take a look, there didn't seem to be anything or anyone, but supposedly the guy you were supposed to interrogate should be there at that time according to what you studied, narrowing your eyes, sharpening your senses, a strong sensation settled in your chest, a horrible and desperate sensation, it made your heart squeeze strongly as if it were being deprived of pumping blood, it was such a visceral, painful feeling that you thought you were going to die at that moment. Your partner didn't notice the agony as he took a few steps towards the alley to investigate, thinking you would follow him, you only went a couple of steps further due to the pain.

"How strange... fresh blood?"

Alarms went off in the blond's head, immediately alert, he was surprised when he saw you leaning against the wall as if you were being tortured for your expression of terror, an enemy stand had attacked, was the first thing he thought, seeing you point to the sealed container made him understand that the user was there, however the only thing he found was a practically mutilated body, although alive, his breathing was very shallow, on the verge of death, that was the guy you were looking for, Prosciutto picked him up and threw him out of the container, it's not like it mattered much, his body probably doesn't feel at this point.

"Please... please finish me..."

His pleas were not heard, the blond lit a cigarette, taking a look at how you were still writhing in your place, he didn't understand, was it the smell? Was it the grotesque scene? He figured you'd be used to this by now, there weren't any enemies, but you seemed fine, all things considered, so he let you fend for yourself for the moment while he got some information out of the guy.

The feeling faded like a candle flame, but it was a desperation that ran through every inch of your skin, you struggled to control the thin watery layer formed in your eyes due to the sudden discomfort, controlling your breathing pattern, your body returned to normal after a minute, taking a few extra seconds to get back on your feet, you noticed someone on top of the roof of one of the buildings looking down at the alley, he turned around before he could see you, but you managed to catch some of his appearance, what caught your attention the most, a completely black diamond-shaped tattoo on his forearm.

"Get up, the man is dead, you shouldn't have stayed behind."

On the way home there was no silence, because Prosciutto was scolding you for standing aside doing nothing, although it's not like there was anything to do, if something more serious had happened and you had been distracted you could have ended badly.

"What was all that about there? It seemed like you were in pain, did someone attacked you?"

"Umh… no, no, I think it was the man's fault, he had a lot of constipated feelings, you know? People let all that show when they are about to die, a lot of very strong emotions are released and it can affect me a little, although it had never happened to me like that before."

You muttered the last part, noticing the blank look on your companion's face, you completely forgot that he didn't know anything about your stand, which was why he thought you were simply incapable of seeing someone die because it affected you too much, you quickly explained yourself before he thought you were a complete idiot for a job like an assassin, and he understood… sort of, your ability was peculiar.

BONUS!

"So, do I first apply a little shampoo, rub well, rinse the hair, put more shampoo again and repeat the process?"

"Exactly, but you must massage your head precisely, right where the hair starts, next to the ears and behind the nape of the neck in circular movements."

"Ohhh, I got it."

You gave Prosciutto a bright smile as you wrote everything down in a small notebook, he pinched the bridge of his nose, you had interrupted his peace when he was about to sleep to take notes on how to wash your hair properly.

"Don't forget to wash it with warm or cold water, heat ruins it."

"Noted, thanks!"

You quickly closed your notebook, making a vague gesture with your hand to say goodbye, you didn't bother to close the door, he frowned, listening to the bathroom door slam and the sound of the shower echoing through the silent house.

[elexaria]

brother’s best friend trope except ur simon’s sister and you both grew up with johnny!! pt. 1 for some context <3

you remember the day the mactavish family moved in down the cul-de-sac, a loud and proud scottish family— a mother, three daughters and two sons. all were older you, which meant you seldom had the opportunity to actually talk to them :(

well, not that you could at first. you still giggle when you remember how michelle and johnny mactavish turned up outside your door, askin’ if you and simon had lost a football. "maw found a fitba in oor front gairden and was curious if it belongs tae youse?" squeaks michelle, all toothy and sweet with her fiery red hair. you and simon exchanged a look, almost like ??? was that english??

regardless, it didn’t take long for simon to become close to johnny, both at the cusp of boyhood and enjoying the exploration of manchester’s back alleys and abandoned train tracks. it was hard living at home, how horrible your dad and older brother was towards you and simon. so, he starts to bring you along on their little expeditions, to protect you.

you’ve always been a shy little thing, and johnny takes every chance he can to make you squirm and blush. “och! look at this chonky wurm!” he chortles out, dangling a slimey worm to your face. simon stifles a laugh as he watches his best mate chase his baby sister around, a potent concoction of boyish laughter and grossed out whining.

even when you’re in your teenage years, it doesn’t change the way johnny enjoys teasing you. "don't look behind ye, but ah hink that lad ye fancy is starin' at ye." he whispers lowly, nudging you gently as he motions to a haggard old man, picking his nose at the bus stop while you all wait for the bus home from school. “johnny!” you whine out, a smirk tugging to your lips as you playfully shove him. simon watches on, a quiet presence in the dynamic riley-mactavish trio.

and then something changes in the dynamic. simon and johnny both decide to apply for the military, and the rest of the mactavishes have either moved back to scotland or have moved elsewhere in england. and it breaks your heart being stuck at home, having to wait those couple of years until you could make the decision to fend for yourself. “i’m not leaving you. i.. need to do this for myself, yeah?” simon promises as he stands at the bus stop, pleading for you to understand that he’s not abandoning you— he could never abandon his baby sister like that.

but it hurts, it stings and you can’t help the onslaught of angry tears that stream down your cheeks as you watch him leave. he’s abandoned you. the last person to ever take care of you, and he’s gone and left you.

for years— no, almost a decade— you cut contact with simon. when the time comes, you haul ass and move up north to pursue a degree in the arts. you push those bittersweet memories of growing up with your big brother and his best friend, how much you all laughed until your bellies hurt, how they were both always there for you whenever you needed a break from your hard life at home.

those memories dissipate. that is, until, you receive a call from simon.

[eddiegettingshot]

now im curious, as someone who ships them what are things you think they'd need to overcome?

so i don't have anything that i think for sure they'll have to deal with because i simply do not know what is happening. but i can think of some potential stories + facets of Them that could be the underlying cause of strife in their dynamic. this is so long sorry in advance

classic workplace relationship stuff. like ok they practically have to do secret relationship hijinks which is Funny. however maybe they're keeping it a secret to avoid one of them having to transfer (as much as i love fujo bobby). alternatively maybe fujo bobby lets them stay together but after they get together their easy acceptance of the risks they take doesn't feel so easy anymore. i actually think it would be CRAZYYYY good if they turned the classic assumption on its head and it's BUCK who's anxious about things happening to eddie (given their history and the way buck has responded in the past this makes sense 2 me but whatever the specifics don't matter). omg maybe one of them passes on some kind of promotion or opportunity without talking about it because whatever bathena is made of buddie is the same idk. maybe their relationship just gets in the way of them doing their job somehow in ways i cannot currently envision.

obviouslyyyyy chris is something they'll have to think about. and parenting in general. theoretically chris could respond badly to them dating but that would be lame. i'm way more interested in seeing them try to navigate defining buck's role in chris's life and having inevitable problems rise out of that despite all three of them feeling positively about the change. buck has been a father figure for most of chris's life but he does not actually parent him. chris's abandonment issues are tied pretty specifically to shannon leaving him and his dad ... how do buck and eddie get through buck and CHRIS having actual issues for the first time possibly ever??? is buck even confident about taking on the actual parent role? is eddie actually ready for his family dynamic (which has been him and chris against the world for like, a decade) to change in a formal way? it's easy when they're best friends but that's because eddie doesn't see them as a real family unit, which comes with certain obligations and expectations. he's not thinking about those right now but he tends to struggle a lot and over-correct when he does have to take them into account and i don't think buck would know what to do with that, especially given his. ummm. insecurities.

kind of in the same vein but like they will have to think about the future. at some point. i get the sense that neither of them have thought about what they want (ACTUALLY want) their lives to look like in a concrete way beyond just "i am happy and loved and not dead and chris is happy" for a myriad of reasons. kind of in the same vein as above—do they want more kids? me personally i am enamored by the idea that. well eddie loves being a father. buck loves children but he has never thought of himself as a father or gotten close to being one. i would LOVEEEE to see him grapple with anxiety over this now that he's with someone he might actually have kids with. marriage? eddie has a lot of hangups around his being a bad husband. this is actually the thing he was worried about when shannon told him she was pregnant—he didn't know if he could be a good husband. is that something he's dealt with? buck knows eddie's baggage around this is complicated and he's also very aware of his own impulsive history. this show is basically fanfiction so i can see them wondering in turn if their relationship is going at the Correct Pace and hitting the Correct Milestones but not like. talking about it. careers? with the caveat that this is tv so they play fast and loose with policy. if they want to keep working together they may need to forego promotion. alternatively what if one of them gets a job offer elsewhere (that they obviously won't take because neither of them will ever leave LA) ... are they willing to make that move? etc. etc.

their families may have opinions. about their relationship. which hasn't been an issue thus far for either of them but well they are soulmates so the evil buckleys and evil diazes have the potential to cause problems in some way. (pretty much all the other couples have had in-law issues or non-issues at some point soooooo).

in general, both buck and eddie let their own wants take the backseat and are not particularly forthcoming communicators (although they're better about it with each other than they are in their actual relationships and i imagine they will continue to be way better about it). buck tends to be a passive people-pleasing partner, and eddie is far more decisive and willing to steer a relationship—it's just that he doesn't tend to operate off of his actual desires, just his fabricated internal compass. i think it would be interesting if they bumped up against each other in this way somehow because being together has caused a blind spot to develop where they used to be able to read and evaluate each other with a lot of clarity BUT because it's Them and they know each other they can actually work through it... whatever it is... and GROW. i just think that given that these tendencies are pretty much what led to the failure of all their other relationships it would be good to address them and show. that they are not only soulmates but working to build something that lasts.

[drarryspecificrecs]

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Feitan Portor x gn!reader

Feitan would do anything to keep you happy--including threatening a chef who messes up your order.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some suggestive dialogue

"Feitan! Please, will you eat there with me?"

You and Feitan had been enjoying your free time without jobs lately. The last heist the whole Phantom Troupe was on had a huge payout meaning you could live more than comfortably for a while and you figured this was the best time to try the super fancy restaurant you had been eyeing ever since you stepped foot in the city you and your boyfriend were staying in. Feitan had his cowl pulled up but you could tell he was frowning.

"Why waste money? Good food for cheaper elsewhere."

You wore a pout, hoping to convince the stubborn man. "But it's our one chance to enjoy a nice date! We don't have opportunities like this often, you know."

Feitan couldn't disagree with that. There were times where you two had to survive on eating food from a trash can and now you were practically drowning in money. He still didn't like the idea of spending so much on something that wasn't tangible, though. He'd much rather save his money and steal you something nice that you could keep forever, like jewelry.

"I could wear that outfit you love so much," you suggested, turning on your charm the best you could. "What do you think, Fei?"

You heard him growl softly and you knew you broke his resolve.

"Fine. I take you there. Go get ready."

You couldn't contain your excitement as you gave him a quick hug and ran off to the shower in your hotel room. The person whose credit card you stole must've had deep pockets because you'd been staying here for about a month and haven't been kicked out yet. That, or Feitan tracked him down and killed him so he couldn't dispute the charges. Either way, it didn't matter to you since you were relishing the high life while you could. You took your time under the warm water, letting the smell of luxury soap wrap around you. When you were finished, you dried off with a big fluffy towel. As you applied lotion, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up in there. I take shower too."

You were lucky Feitan couldn't see the shock on your face. He rarely showered and often had a scent of blood that trailed after him. This, of course, didn't bother you as you found him quite attractive in his greasy, metallic smelling state of being, but the fact that he wanted to show you he was taking this date seriously meant the world to you. You rubbed in the last of the lotion and put on your soft white bathrobe. It came with the hotel but it would definitely be leaving with you. You opened the door and hurried out of the way so Feitan could wash off. You let out a surprised gasp as his super fast reflexes caught you off guard, grabbing your hand before you could pass him by. His cowl and jacket were thrown on the floor and you were pulled into his t-shirt clad body, a rare moment of affection from the Spider.

"You smell yummy," he said, his nose rubbing against the crook of your neck, "I could just eat you for dinner instead."

"Feitan!" you whined, feeling your entire body heat up from his words. "As lovely as that sounds, we need actual food."

"Just one bite? A little taste?" he whispered, his razor sharp teeth grazing your now bare shoulder.

As much as you were enjoying this softer side of Feitan, you were getting to that restaurant in a timely fashion.

"Get into the shower or I'll throw you in the bathtub and scrub you like a dog."

He pulled away reluctantly, grey eyes ablaze with something less reminiscent of love and more akin to the blood lust of a predator toying with its prey. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon if you kept playing into his game.

"Go," you said sternly, pointing to the open bathroom door and pulling your robe back up on your shoulders. Feitan just cackled as he closed the door behind him and you knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his hair freshly washed and styled, barely worn tuxedo gracing his small frame, Feitan caught a glimpse of you. He was often quiet, choosing to observe rather than speak his mind most times, but for once, he was genuinely speechless. Your outfit brought out your most attractive features and he couldn't stop staring. You felt his gaze from the corner of your eye and started to feel a bit self conscious being under such serious scrutiny.

"Is it too much? I think maybe I should change-"

Feitan cut you off with words in his native tongue. You were too afraid to ask what he said but he continued, effectively answering your question.

"Stunning. You perfect."

Self doubt threatened to overcome you but you swallowed it down. Feitan doesn't lie and certainly doesn't sugarcoat anything. If he said something, it was the truth. To him, you were everything he could ever ask for. To you, he was the whole world.

"You look handsome yourself, my love. Thank you for doing this for me."

"This for us. We deserve it."

You two put the finishing touches on your outfits, you attaching Feitan's bowtie while he clasped your jewelry. Walking out of the hotel lobby, you turned many heads as onlookers watched you with jealousy. You were a sight to behold, the true definition of a power couple. The walk to the restaurant was short and you were there before you knew it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Feitan opened the door for you. The ambiance inside was like nothing you had ever seen. It was dark, no overhead lighting to be seen, and candles were lit everywhere your eyes landed. There was someone playing the piano in a corner of the restaurant and you overheard one of the staff members talking about a reservation for a big name celebrity that was going to be there later. You were almost overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere being completely foreign to you but were brought back down to earth by Feitan's hand barely resting on your lower back. You knew he wasn't into touching or PDA of any kind so you wondered if he was turning to you for reassurance in this strange place as well. You gave him a soft smile as you walked up to the hostess. Feitan told her a name the reservation was under, which surprised you. There was no way he could've gotten one without you noticing, especially in only a few hours. You were fully expecting to have to wait for an open spot so when she quickly ushered the two of you to a secluded table, you were taken aback. You thanked her as she left menus for you to peruse.

"Did you do this for me?" you asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Feitan didn't give you a verbal response but you knew he took your appreciativeness to heart. He didn't want to spoil the romantic mood right now but couldn't wait to tell you how he tracked down the maitre d' in record time and offered to help him lose some weight in the form of less limbs if he didn't secure the best table for you. You saw the menu didn't have prices and you knew you were in for one expensive meal, but you were practically vibrating with excitement to try one of everything. Feitan still didn't get the appeal of this place but he wasn't going to put a damper on your fun so he stayed silent as you rambled off your order. He put in his order as well and the waiter was off, leaving you to bask in the candlelight.

"This must be the life that boss lives every night," you mused, earning a slight smile from the man across from you. As you waited for your food, you both chatted about whatever crossed your minds at the time, enjoying the calm dining experience. Your appetizers finally came and you dug right in. You had never eaten anything so delicious in your entire life. You didn't even know food could taste like this! As you devoured your helping, Feitan was more apprehensive. The presentation of his dish was much too fancy. People eat like this every day? He didn't understand it but wasn't going to keep putting much thought to something that didn't really matter. When the food hit his tastebuds, he was pleasantly surprised. The composition may look silly, putting that much work into something that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but it was so flavorful. You sneaked a bite off each other's plates, complimenting one another on your choices. You eagerly awaited the main course as Feitan was coming to terms with wasting his money here. When your new plates were set down in front of you, Feitan immediately put his fork into it and started shoveling. You, on the other hand, frowned.

"Aww man! I asked for no cheese."

You heard a loud clink of silverware striking porcelain. Feitan had dropped his fork and reached for your plate while you swatted him away.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes narrowed. "You no like it? They fix for you. I make sure."

"It's not a big deal, I promise," you sighed, but he wasn't having it.

"They mess up, they fix. You don't eat what you don't want. Not today, not ever."

He was usually headstrong but you had never seen him so adamant about something.

"Okay, if you want, you can let them know. Just, please, be nice about it? I want to be able to come back here in the future."

Feitan's smile did nothing to quell your fears; that made you worry even more about what he was planning to do. When he stalked off into the kitchen with your plate, you gathered your things to be ready to make a run for it in case the police were called.

Feitan was just beginning to not hate this place when they had the audacity to mess up your order. Of course he was going to fix it, he wasn’t going to let you eat something you didn't find enjoyable. He meandered into the kitchen, kicking open the doors loud enough to gather everyone's attention in there.

"Which one of you cook this?" he asked, showcasing the plate before resting it on the counter. A few of the staff rushed toward him, faces red with anger.

"You can't be in here!" one of them yelled. The staff member went to grab Feitan to drag him out but Feitan acted fast, grabbing a knife from the block and slamming the guy's hand down on the counter. He kept the knife poised over one of the man's fingers, drawing blood, as he addressed everyone.

"If you no answer question, man's fingers will be chopped like carrot. Who cooked this?"

One chef nervously stepped away from the others, raising his hand in trepidation. "I-I did, s-sir. Was it not to... to your satisfaction?"

"My partner asked no cheese. Cheese was there. You fix or your eyeballs end up in spaghetti. Got it?"

The chef, fighting back tears, shook his head and quickly re fired the dish. Feitan, now content, released the first man he apprehended and hurried back to you. He would never want to keep you waiting unnecessarily.

When Feitan came back, you were relieved that no one was screaming and his tuxedo wasn't covered in blood.

"I take it that it went well?" you asked.

"Yep. Your food will be out soon. Right, this time."

"You didn't have to do that for me. But thank you for showing you care."

You couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if his eyes actually softened for a second.

"You're welcome. I care all the time. I try to show more."

You reached over and gave his hand a short squeeze and he readily accepted it. When your main course came out again, the waiter dropped it off and practically ran away, leaving you happy with your correct order and Feitan happy at the fear he ignited in the staff.

"Better?" he asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"Much," you replied.

The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter informed you that the bill was being covered by the chef who messed up your main course. In addition, he comped two desserts as a sign of good faith and you were elated when they arrived at your table.

"You're not gonna have anything?" you asked, a big piece of cake dangling from the confines of your spoon. Feitan looked you up and down, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm saving room for my dessert at home."

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏

Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 1] New Beginnings

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Creampie, Cum Play

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Not even two months after your husband’s death, you find yourself completely broke. There’s no more jewelry or rare items in your house that are actually worth something. You don’t have any more furniture that you can sell. The money you make is barely enough to pay the mortgage to your house. Leading to only one option:

Selling the house.

You hold many memories dear to you between the house’s walls, but at some point your basic necessities are more important than mere memories. You have many pictures that can help you recall the happy moments, which should be enough for some time. Maybe one day you can rebuy the house, but for now you don’t count on it.

In the end, the house is far too big for a single person. And too gloomy for you. The sun doesn’t shine and brightens the house like it used to. Lately every corner is dark, full of recollections of him and his life. It completely brings you down because he’s gone. 

When you pack everything up is when you come to the realization that you’re better off elsewhere. Somewhere that’s big enough for you, a place you can afford. A place that doesn’t bring back the happy memories that not too long after turn gloomy and sorrowful. Somewhere you can start fresh and forget about it all. Forget the first twenty-four years of your life. Even the happiest moments.

Your quest to forget leads you to the outskirts of town, finding an apartment cheap enough that allows you to take two months off work to live off the bit of your savings and the profit of selling the house– But of course, you won’t be doing that. You’ll find a job immediately and use your savings to buy what you need and buy some of the furniture that you had sold. 

But right now you aren’t all too worried about what couch you want for your living room, instead you’re more concerned about getting the mattress up to your floor and into your room. You rented a moving truck and managed to convince the old grumpy neighbor next door to help you pack up some of the stuff, but now he’s miles away. You have no idea what you’re going to do next because you have no idea who anyone is.

So you stand outside the building, arms crossed as you try your best to figure out what you’ll do next. You can try to carry all of it to the third floor, but that won’t be too easy or good for you. You decide to leave it there for a moment and begin to go upstairs to finally see your new apartment. You were in a rush to find a cheap place to move to, and you didn’t even bother to check the unit out. You don’t really care if the place is luxurious or if it’s the biggest dump in the place, you just want to figure out where you’ll be putting your stuff. 

It feels like quite a workout when you get to the third floor, making you put your hands on your knees and pant for a moment. You realize that getting your stuff upstairs won’t be such an easy task, but you’ll somehow manage. Somehow. You still have to figure it out.

When you catch your breath, you walk to your door, your hand going into your pocket to find the key. As you get it out, someone who you can only assume is your new neighbor, walks to the door that’s next to yours. Apartment 381.

He’s tall and seemingly strong, or at least the shirt that hugs him tightly gives that impression. He has black hair that reaches around his ears, certainly in need of a haircut. He doesn’t look like the friendliest to approach, but you wouldn’t feel too comfortable knocking on your other neighbors’ doors asking for help. You’re too focused on the stern look on his face that you nearly miss the little boy that holds the white plastic bag.

“Uhm… Excuse me?” You cringe at the way your voice cracks when you speak up, but regardless, you continue walking up to your neighbor. He turns to look at you, and while usually men’s eyes light up at the sight of you, he holds the same expression throughout. You tell him your first name before asking, “I need help carrying some stuff up, and I was wondering…”

He looks you up and down, taking in every detail before he nods in response. “I need you to watch the kid for me.”

“Oh– Okay. But I’m not sure you can carry it alone.” You tell him, and he chuckles. You’re not sure why he laughs, but you know it makes you nervous. You begin to question your words before he speaks again,

“Oh, trust me, I can.” He answers. ��Just open the place, take the kid in, and make sure he doesn’t kill himself.”

You aren’t too sure if it’s the wisest thing for him to leave his son with you, but you aren’t going to argue with it. You know you’re not a murderer or a bad person in general– But your neighbor doesn’t know that. Regardless, he’s accepted to help you and you won’t argue about it. 

“Okay, Megumi, will you go with the nice lady for a moment?” The man asks his son, who tries to hide from you behind his father’s leg. It doesn’t work too well, while his father is big he isn’t quite big enough to completely hide him. You lean down a bit, putting on a smile for the kid.

“Hi, Megumi.” You wave at the little boy, and you see him peek. He pulls on his father’s jeans a bit, making the man sigh. When Megumi senses he’s made himself too visible, he goes back. You can’t help but chuckle. “Seems like Megumi is shy.”

“C’mon, Megumi. She’s nice.” The man says, and you can’t help but chuckle again as you decide to open your apartment. Megumi doesn’t let go of his father’s pants, and the man ends up sighing. “I’ll get you some ice cream afterwards.”

It takes you by surprise when the boy comes to your side, but at the same time you really aren’t. It’s a hot summer day and kids love ice cream. You open the door and peek at the place. Nothing too luxurious, that’s for sure.

“Here.” The man gives you the plastic bag, which you take. He looks to find the truck where your stuff is, and he quickly spots it. He points at it just to make sure, “That’s it, right?”

“It is.” You respond, and he nods in response. You watch as he begins to walk away and you decide to walk inside with Megumi. The place is rather small. You’ll say that. The living room, dining room, and bedroom are all in one place, and there’s a small door that leads to the bathroom. To the left of the entrance is some counter space, a small stove and a small fridge. The apartment isn’t something big, but you weren’t expecting much because you’re not paying too much for rent.

“Alright, Megumi, you can sit wherever you want… Sorry I don’t have anything to entertain you.” You tell him, and he walks to a corner of the place and takes a seat on the floor. You look at the contents of the bag that you hold, and you see some convenience store snacks. Which you can only assume is their breakfast.

“Is this your breakfast?” You ask, walking over to the young boy. He hums in response and you grab the sandwich from the bag and give it to him. He takes it from you and struggles to open the food so you end up opening it for him. You give him the food and he begins to eat quietly, and you’re unsure of what to say or do. Which leads you to ask the question, “What’s your daddy’s name?”

“Daddy.” Megumi responds with a mouthful of food and you can’t help but chuckle. You aren’t surprised by his response, although he should be old enough to know his father’s name, but you won’t pay much attention to that detail. It’s none of your business. You look at him for a moment, trying to figure out what else to say.

“How old are you, sweetie?” You continue asking, and the young boy holds three fingers up when he manages to hold the sandwich with one hand. He’s not much of a talker, at least not with you. You’re a mere stranger. At least you’re glad that you know the kid won’t run off with a stranger. The front door opens and you see the man carrying the mattress in. It was faster than you expected, and he doesn’t struggle all that much. At least he doesn’t seem to be struggling.

“Isn’t this a little too big for the place?” The man’s voice sounds normal, not showing any sign of strain. He puts it right in the middle of the free space of the apartment, and you’re shocked that he was able to carry the mattress up with no problem. “Not judging… It’s your place.”

“No, you’re right. I just didn’t know how small this place was.” You share. He slowly nods before he looks at the watch that’s on his left wrist. He realizes how late it is, but he sees from the corner of his eye that his son is eating what they bought. You two awkwardly stand in silence for a second before you speak up, “What’s your name? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier. It slipped my mind.”

“I’m Toji Fushiguro.” He answers. You smile at him, putting your hands in your pocket awkwardly. You aren’t sure what to say until you remember you have to at least thank him for his help.

“Well, Toji, thank you. I really appreciate it.” You tell him. 

“How about I help you with the rest of your stuff? I don’t have anything else to do today other than to watch the kid.” He offers which catches you off guard, but you aren’t going to refuse the help. “I’ll just get some toys from my place to keep him entertained while he’s here.”

“Alright, sounds amazing. Thank you, Toji.”

A few hours after Toji gets everything in your apartment, you find yourself attempting to organize everything. There’s no place to put everything. You don’t have a closet to put everything in so you try to put all your clothes in drawers. But obviously there isn’t enough space for everything so you’re putting old clothes in a pile to donate. 

That’s what you spend all afternoon doing, and by eight at night you’re left with two boxes. Two boxes that are filled with his clothes, ones that you’ll leave alone. Leave them in a corner to collect dust, taking up very valuable and limited space.

You don’t notice how late it is until you open the door to your apartment and see how dark the sky is. You had plans of making something special for the neighbors in apartment 381, but clearly it’s too late for that. You really have nothing in your apartment to make food, and by the time you’re done grocery shopping, it’ll be way too late for cooking and showing up at their door with food. 

However, you get an amazing idea. You go to the neighbor’s door and knock. You patiently wait for Toji to open the door, and you feel slightly nervous. Toji is an intimidating man. Although you can say he’s nice– sort of. But you still feel extremely nervous as you wait for him to open the door. You don’t want to interrupt anything. 

“Oh, hey.” Toji opens the door and he doesn’t look too pleased. You’re overthinking because that’s definitely the same look that he had on his face. He crosses his arms and waits for you to say something, but you’re taking a bit too long. When he opens his mouth to speak is when you remember that you have to say something. This isn’t your usual behavior.

“I’m going to get some food and I was wondering if you guys wanted anything… To show my appreciation after your help.” You stumble over words and you notice every mistake which makes you internally curse yourself. Toji looks at the time on his watch and spends a moment thinking about your offer.

“Kid is in bed. But I’ll take up your offer.” He answers, and you slowly nod in response, a weak smile coming to your lips. You feel bad about the kid missing out on this opportunity. Although his father did all the work, you know that he was uncomfortable with you. Poor kid barely said a word, although he was entertained with his toy.

“Were you also going to bed?” You ask and he looks in his mind for what to say. He ends up shaking his head, although he was actually going to bed because he doesn’t have anything else better to do. “Did you take him out for ice cream already? I’m thinking of buying him some tomorrow because I just feel bad.”

Toji steps out of the apartment, not wanting to wake up his sleeping son by conversing. Toji shakes his head again, he had completely forgotten about what he told his son. He ends up saying, “It’s fine. He won’t remember.”

“Well maybe a pack of popsicles or something. It’s hot out and it’ll certainly help you two.” This time Toji doesn’t say anything. Popsicles do sound nice, especially since the AC system in his apartment needs some fixing. He does wonder if that’s affecting you too since you just moved in and your unit doesn’t have AC, but he notices you wear some shorts and a tank top so it can’t be affecting you too bad. “Do you want anything specific from any place?”

“I just want a beer. Get whatever you want.” He answers as you two begin to walk to your place. Toji isn’t all that worried about leaving a sleeping Megumi in the apartment alone. It’s like leaving him in another room of a house, especially since your place is right next door. If the kid was awake it’d be a whole different problem. 

Toji notices immediately how organized everything is, and he’s fairly shocked because he completely left it a mess earlier. Boxes everywhere, the little furniture you had in the middle of the place. Majority of the boxes are now empty and piled up elsewhere. He does notice a pile of clothes on the floor, but he assumes those are some clothes you’ll either donate or sell. There’s not that many. 

“Sorry for the mess.” You comment and he can’t believe his ears. This place is way more organized than he expected. He doesn’t say anything though, he just looks around the small area and takes in every detail. His place is just like this– Well his is a bit bigger and he obviously knows how to make space for him and the kid. “Do you know any good restaurants nearby that deliver?”

“Hmm… There’s this good place down the street. You can look up the menu.” He informs you which you do. He tells you the name of the place and you look it up. Meanwhile, he awkwardly stands around, hands in his back pockets. You realize this and are quick to say,

“Please, take a seat… Wherever you like.” You can’t help but feel bad at the fact that you have no place for him to sit on, other than your bed or the floor. He’s awkward too, and if it weren’t for the fact that his brat isn’t with him, he’d suggest going to the actual place to eat. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, and stares at you while you look at the menu, “I know I have to make a few changes around here.”

“It’s fine. It’s your place after all. Not here to judge.” He responds. He shifts around in the bed for a moment before saying, “At least it feels comfortable.”

“Oh it is. But it’s definitely taking up too much space. I might get a futon or something.” You tell him, sitting down beside him on the bed. You begin to order what you want on your phone, picking things that you think Toji might like. 

“So why did you decide to move here?” He asks so the place isn’t filled with an awkward silence. He can only assume money troubles, because why else would you choose to live here? There might be some other reason though, and he might as well get to know you. He has to know that a criminal isn’t living right next door to his son.

“Just needed a change of scenery… and money troubles.” You mutter the last part, but he hears you. It’s nothing to be ashamed about because he knows. There’s no point in hiding it, why else why would you move here? Toji might not be the brightest guy but he certainly isn’t an idiot. “So what do you do, Fushiguro?”

“I’m a mechanic.” He answers. He looks around for a second, trying to figure out what you do. But he can’t figure it out through the indistinct room. He has no idea which ends up in him asking, “What do you do?”

“I used to work at a daycare.” You respond. “I don’t know what I’ll be doing here, though.”

“Hmm… There’s many places that are hiring around.” Toji tells you. You sigh in response, already dreading going back to work even though you don’t even have a job yet. You liked your old job, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with screaming children. To be honest, you weren’t in the mood for anything. But it also helps to distract you from everything. It keeps you busy. “I think there’s a daycare around here too.”

“Who takes care of Megumi while you work?” You question since he clearly doesn’t know if there’s a daycare around. Perhaps he hires a sitter, but you find that as a more expensive alternative.

“I keep him in the shop with me. They love him there. He’s in his corner playing with his toys while I work.” He informs you, which you’d generally be worried about if it weren’t for the fact that his son is clearly a calm kid. 

“That’s a great way to save money. Kids are fucking expensive.” You chuckle before a yawn escapes your lips. You’re so incredibly tired, and it’s very clear. Toji can tell since you talk less energetically than you did earlier. “Your kid seems like a good one.”

“He’s definitely very calm. I don’t think I could’ve gotten luckier.” Toji looks at the corner with the two unpacked boxes and wonders what’s in them. Maybe it’s winter clothes that aren’t worth unpacking. He doesn’t question it, not that he cares about prying, but because he thinks he has it figured out, and the question doesn’t seem worthy enough to roll off his tongue. 

You stand up and walk to the fridge, opening it to get a water bottle. You hold one up to show him, and he opens and closes his fist which leads you to throw a bottle at him. You open the bottle and bring it up to your lips, chugging the water until it’s nearly empty.

“Any special plans for tomorrow?” You ask, walking back to the bed, taking a seat beside him. He purses his lips together, thinking about what he’ll be doing tomorrow. Which makes you bring up, “If not, I can take you two out for ice cream. Then get some popsicles.”

“Hmmm… I feel like you’re being too nice.” Toji comments, which is something he has never done before. He appreciates gratitude and getting things, but he just feels something is up with you. There’s this sadness behind your eyes that makes him feel guilty. “Dinner is more than enough.”

“Dinner for you, ice cream and popsicles for the kid.” You say. He can’t argue about it. You look at him, taking in every detail of his face. He’s quite handsome, you’ll admit. But no one’s looks compete with him. Either way, Toji is handsome. Even with the stern look on his face, one that you doubt will change because it hasn’t changed all day.

You have a couple questions, but unlike Toji, you don’t mean to pry. There’s a knock on the door, which means that the food is finally here. Definitely faster than either of you expected. You stand up and walk to the door, opening it and taking the bag of food.

“Food’s here.” You announce, although you don’t have to.

You two end up eating on the ground, and not much happens after you begin to eat. When there’s no more food left, he goes back to his apartment.

A week after you move in is when you come to realize how rare it is to bump into your neighbor. The man in 381, of course, because you have yet to meet the neighbor in 383. You have yet to meet any of your other neighbors. You don’t really care about getting to know them or having any sort of friendship with them either way. The only reason you care a bit about seeing Toji is because you owe him and his son ice cream. 

You remembered the next day, but when you knocked on his door, he wasn’t there. And every single other day of the week you were busy job hunting. As Toji told you, there is a daycare, and luckily enough for you, they needed some extra help around. Your first day is on Monday, and you feel ready. Maybe all you needed was some time off because you’re excited to start again. Maybe it’s because none of the parents know you or what you’ve recently gone through. Going back to work not even a week after your husband’s death was truly one of the hardest things you’ve had to do, mainly because everyone knew him, and everyone felt so pitiful whenever they looked at you.

It’s near four in the afternoon, and you’re carrying some groceries upstairs. Your hands are full, and you’re scared of dropping something. When you finally reach the third floor is when you get offered some help. Toji spots you and he’s quick to walk to your side and take some bags from you. 

“Thank you.” You sigh in relief when he takes majority of the bags from you. You get to your apartment and you open the door, allowing him to walk into the place and put the bags on the counter. You put the bags that you have on the floor, and while you’d usually begin to unload the groceries and put them in their designated spot, if you start doing that, Toji will walk out and you won’t see him again for God knows how long. “I still owe Megumi that ice cream.”

“Right… Sorry we’ve been busy. Poor guy got sick.” Toji informs you. You can’t help but pout, feeling bad for the kid. “If you’re not busy we can go now. He’s stuck at home watching TV.”

“Let’s do that.” You smile. You put your index finger up before saying, “Give me a minute to put these away. Groceries are too expensive to let some of them spoil.”

“You’re right. While you do that I’ll get the little guy ready.” He says before he walks out of the apartment, leaving you to put all your groceries away.

You walk alongside Toji and Megumi, who guide you to the ice cream parlor. The walk– Which isn’t so long, feels like an eternity because it’s so hot out. You’re sweating, and Toji notices the sleek sheet of sweat on your body. It makes him comment, “We’re almost there.”

“Okay.” You mutter, extremely hot. Thankfully, in less than two minutes you get to the place. Toji picks up his son from the ground to allow him to look at all the possible flavors that he can pick from, making the young boy lick his lips. There’s so many options to pick from.

“Alright, Megumi, what do you want?” Toji asks as the boy puts his hands on the cold glass that separates him and the delicacy. While the boy hums, trying to decide what he wants, you order some ice cream for yourself.

“I want…” Megumi begins, but he can’t seem to figure out what he wants. Chocolate seems amazing, but that pink strawberry-flavored ice cream really catches his eye. But vanilla is one of his all time favorites. It leads to nowhere. “I want…”

“He wants cookies and cream in a cup. One scoop.” Toji ends up deciding, getting too impatient with the indecisive child. You can’t help but chuckle as you hear this. Toji clearly isn’t the patient kind. Megumi gets his ice cream cup, and Toji puts him down on the floor. “Rocky road cone for me. Two scoops.”

“C’mon, Megumi.” You tilt your head and shake it towards the table. The boy is unsure whether to follow you or not, but then again, you’re the reason he has ice cream so maybe you’re not so bad. He does end up walking with you to sit down at the table. He slides into the booth, and you sit on the opposite side. 

You both focus on eating the ice cream in front of you, which is nice. Generally kids you’ve worked with are very talkative and don’t enjoy their food because they’d rather converse. Although you don’t usually mind, it’s nice being able to sit in silence for a moment. Until Toji sits down next to his kid and begins to talk. 

“The sweet neighbor lady is buying you the ice cream, what do you say?” Toji asks his son and Megumi is too focused on his ice cream to say anything. But Toji clears his throat, grabbing the cup from the kid and putting it on your side of the table, a place that Megumi’s short arms won’t be able to reach. You’re about to hand the child back his ice cream because you don’t really care for a thank you, after all this is all to show your appreciation to Toji and his son for helping you out next week.

“Thank you.” Megumi ends up saying, which gets his father to hand him back the cup of ice cream. He quickly indulges himself in his treat. You smile at the kid and respond,

“No problem.” You reply. You quietly lick the cone, before it comes to your mind, “Please don’t call me the sweet neighbor lady. It makes me feel like a grandma.”

“Right, sorry.” Toji ends up chuckling. Now that he hears it, it does make you sound old. You don’t look old. He’d guess you’re around five to ten years younger than him. “The sweet young neighbor girl.”

“That’s better.” You laugh. You have many questions you want to ask, and right now would be the perfect time to ask them, if it weren’t for the kid that’s sitting down next to Toji. If it also weren’t for the fact that this is practically the second time you talk to him and you don’t want to be too intrusive. You bite into the cone and chew, thinking of what question to ask because the silence with them both makes you feel uncomfortable. Until you finally swallow, grabbing a napkin and cleaning the corners of your mouth before asking, “Did you have a busy week at work?”

“Yes.” He answers, looking over at his son to see how far along he is with his ice cream. Not even halfway done. But then again, Megumi is a small kid. “How about you? Did you find a job?”

“I did. Thankfully.” You respond. You smile at him, “At the daycare you told me about. Luckily enough they needed someone else since someone recently quit.”

“Really? That’s nice.” Toji really isn’t all that interested in your job, but he won’t be his usual rude self. He likes you, somewhat. “Maybe you can get me a discount for Megumi or something. It’d be nice for him to spend time with kids his own age.”

“Hmm… I was told I can get a 75% discount for my own kid. Don’t know if they allow you to give discounts to acquaintances.” You inform him and he ends up nodding in response. Maybe he’d be a bit upset if he didn’t have a cone of ice cream in his hand. “But since I don’t have any kids, I could pass him off as my own. As long as he doesn’t snitch, I think we’ll be fine.”

“That sounds perfect.” Toji's eyes perk up, maybe it’s because he wants to get the kid off his back for a bit. Or maybe it’s because the price of child care is too expensive and the man is trying to save up money so that he and his son can move somewhere else soon enough. Either way, he does appreciate it.

“I would have to fill out some forms and whatnot, but I can take him with me on Monday.” You tell him. He’s about to thank you for it, but Megumi puts his cup down and taps his dad’s arm, causing Toji to look down at him.

“I’m full.”

Near midnight you toss and turn on your bed, too hot to fall asleep. You have yet to get an air conditioning unit, and it’s too hot for you to sleep. You’re lying naked on top of your bed, and you’re still covered in sweat. Your windows are open, but the breeze that enters the place is a hot one and it doesn’t help you at all. At this point, you aren’t sure what to do. At least tomorrow you have all day to sleep.

You sit up on the bed a sigh leaving your lips before you get up and walk to the fridge to get a bottle of water. You put it up to your forehead, relieved. You walk back to your bed and lay down once again, running the cold water bottle through your body. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

There’s a knock on your door, which makes you frown as you get up from your bed. You begin to walk to the door until you realize you’re completely naked. You walk back, grabbing the clothes that are on the corner of the bed and putting them on. They don’t cover much but it’s better than walking out naked. You go to the door and open it, a bit annoyed at whoever is knocking at this time. But you aren’t as annoyed when you see your neighbor, who holds some papers.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Toji asks, looking over at you, and you shake your head. He has to tear his eyes away from your body, looking at the very short shorts and the white tank top that leaves little to the imagination, your hard nipples poking through– There’s some spots that are wet which he wonders what they are but eventually figures out it’s sweat because it’s extremely hot out, and he doesn’t feel any cold air coming out of your place. “I was going to give you these tomorrow but I’m busy all day.”

“Please, come in.” You tell him, moving to the side to allow him to step into the place. He puts the papers down on your kitchen counter before he says,

“Just some basic stuff for registration. Important stuff you should know too. He’s allergic to oranges and shellfish.” He begins to tell you and you slowly nod. “Sorry for coming so late, I just couldn’t find everything. Forgot where I put it all.”

“It’s fine. Not like I was doing anything.” You respond. You awkwardly stand around, and neither of you say anything until you ask, “Megumi is asleep. I assume.”

“Yeah… Little guy is knocked out by eight every night.” He shares. He doesn’t seem like he’ll walk out soon, so you close the door. The man looks around the place, seeing no changes to the place yet. “It’s hot in here, are you okay?”

“I can’t sleep.” You confess with a chuckle. 

“Not to sound like a pervert but like this, it’s best to sleep naked.” He says making you laugh.

“I was doing that, but I obviously can’t answer the door completely naked.” You point out which he hadn’t really thought about, but it obviously makes perfect sense. He can’t blame himself though, he knows he isn’t the smartest of the bunch.

“I don’t think anyone would complain about that.” Toji comments and it makes the heat go straight to your face. And it isn’t due to the high temperature from outside. You bite your bottom lip as you begin to walk over to him.

You’re lonely, touch-deprived and feeling a bit too confident. Maybe it’s the heat that’s taken over your emotions, but Toji is very handsome and you haven’t been touched in over a year.  Your body craves it. Maybe you should listen to your body for once.

“What are you trying to say, Fushiguro?” You ask when you’re right in front of him. He looks at your lust-filled eyes, much different than that look that you always have. A smirk comes onto his lips as he looks down at you. “Do you want to see me naked or…?”

“Who would complain? Certainly not me.” He answers as you grab his hands and put them on your hips. How horrible would it be to have sex with your neighbor? It certainly isn’t the smartest idea, but you aren’t thinking of future consequences. You feel his hand go under your shirt and his touch feels as if it burns your skin. His lips go down to meet yours while his hands go up to feel your breasts. He begins to play with your nipples as his tongue enters your mouth.

He’s touch deprived as well, the last time he’s been with someone was around three years ago. And like you, he knows it’s not the best decision to fuck his neighbor, especially since you’ll be taking his son to daycare and getting him a discount, but he isn’t thinking of the consequences. Although he should, because he knows how women are, and he certainly doesn’t want an actual relationship from this. Yet he doesn’t stop his tongue from pressing against yours, and he doesn’t stop one hand from going to your ass while the other continues pinching your nipple.

You pull away from the kiss, grabbing the hand that squeezes your ass and telling him, “Follow me.”

He does so, and you guide him to your bed. You sit down on the bed, and you give him the sweetest look as you look up at him. Toji smirks before he pushes the rest of your body down on the bed, “The first thing I thought about you was how hot you were.”

“Hmm… Really?” You bat your eyelashes. He hums in response as he begins to pull down your shorts, and he’s very surprised to find that you’re wearing no panties. His lips go back to yours while two fingers run through your folds. He feels how wet you are, and he’s surprised because he hasn’t done anything yet. His lips go down, kissing your neck and down to your covered breasts. He pulls down your tank top and latches around your nipple, gently sucking. Soft moans begin to leave your lips as he does so.

He unlatches and kisses the valley of your breasts before he latches on your other nipple. His fingers continue to run through your folds before they begin to play with your clit. You’re so touch deprived that every subtle touch is enough to drive you wild. So much so that you’re way too loud, causing him to detach himself from your nipple and he says, “The walls are very thin. Don’t want you to wake anyone up.”

“Sorry.” You mutter as he stands up straight, pulling down his sweatpants. He takes his cock into his hand, his thumb spreading the pre cum that’s on the tip before he slowly pumps it. He looks down at you, watching as you bite down on your bottom lip.

“Don’t think this is something more. This is just sex.” He tells you, causing you to laugh.

“I should be the one telling you that.” You reply. Once he knows he’s gotten the message across, he runs the tip through your folds. He slowly pushes his dick inside of you, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji’s dick is long and thick. You weren’t expecting anything else, but it’s definitely much more to take in once he’s actually inside of you.

He gives you a moment to adjust, while also giving himself a moment to adjust. He shuts his eyes, barely being able to handle it. He just forgot how good this was. So incredibly good. You’re biting down your lip as he slowly begins to move, remembering his comment about the walls. You didn’t think this would be so hard.

“S’ fucking good.” Toji groans, feeling as you squeeze around him. He can’t take so much but God, is it good. His hands grip to your hips so hard that you’re sure there’ll be some bruising. But you really aren’t focused on that. “Your pussy is so good.”

“Fuck…” You mutter as his thrusts pick up speed. Your back arches, pleasure overtaking your body with each of his movements. And you’re so focused on yourself that you don’t notice how his thrusts become unregulated, until you feel that warmth fill you up, causing your eyes to go wide.

Toji’s eyes also go wide, realizing that he finished so quickly. It leaves him embarrassed. It causes his cheeks to go pink, which is thankfully not noticeable. This has never happened to him before. And you definitely know it’ll strike his ego if you tell him that you were planning on telling him to pull out, something you should’ve done before you started. He’s about to apologize but decides otherwise, getting on his knees and his tongue running through your folds.

Your mind goes blank again, all other thoughts leaving your brain as he begins to lick your cunt. He tastes himself on you as his cum oozes out of your cunt. His tongue goes to your clit and he slowly flicks it while your hand goes to his hair.

He has the purpose of making you come on his tongue, and you feel it as he’s so eager. You lick your lips before you bite down on your bottom lip. His tongue goes to your entrance, getting some more of his cum on his tongue before he pushes his tongue inside of you. It’s so good. Too good.

“That’s really good.” You say, trying your best to control yourself as his tongue wanders inside of you. When he takes it out, his tongue licks up and down your cunt before once again focusing on your clit.

You feel your orgasm quickly build up, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as it slowly overtakes you. Him finishing so fast was worth it because you doubt you would’ve felt like this before. Your thighs begin to squeeze his head while he works so diligently.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan as you finally reach your peak. He detaches himself from your pussy, first leaving a kiss on your clit. He stands up and starts getting himself ready.

“This never happened.” He tells you, not even a minute after. But you have no problem agreeing with him.

After all, the last thing you want is a relationship.

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"Overdue talk"

"C'mon, Chosen! You're missing out on the fun!" A roguish smirk appeared on those sharp features.

The Dark Lord looked intimidating, even scary at first glance, but deep down he was as naive as Chosen, following a purpose they no longer needed.

It had all been in good fun—provoking chaos, the smoke rising from the houses, how every website shut down just because they were close. It had been fun. Everything made sense back then. They were free, they were okay, they were alive... What else were they supposed to do to feel alive?

And..what was he supposed to do now?

"Chosen wait!—" it was the last thing the hollowhead heard once he shut the door of his make shift room tight, almost too tight because it almost broke.

Chosen's shaking, he slumps onto the bed, and under his body he can feel it practically boiling, getting burned with every thought, every flashback, every memory that happens before his watery eyes.

It creaks

He doesn't find comfort on that bed anymore

What was he thinking?

Walking straight to this computer for some people he doesn't know

For some kids he doesn't know

They're living their best life out there while Chosen only keeps reminding the past over and over again, he's walking in circles now, until the wooden and pixelated cubes under his feet gets black in coal.

Protect them? Guard them?

It's ridiculous

The thought is even stupid itself

They have a good life, they have shelter, food, care, joy, even friends

Friends who weren't designed to kill each other

Friends who actually talked to each other and communicated if there was a problem

Fire lights up from his tense knuckles, his hand already forming in a fist

Chosen feels his mouth and nose smoking fire

They have *everything* they could ask for

That he prayed every night to have for a long time

Same creator, different stories.

Why?

Why?

Why does that make Chosen feel *disgustingly* jealous?

Almost as much as...

The first time he actually escaped from this damn desktop

Chosen's shoulders relieve some of his tension as he looks at the floor with wide eyes

He actually did that, it wasn't intentional.

What was he doing?

He shakes his hands, his fingers stretching until the fire extinguishes from them, Chosen falls sit on the burned floor, and then–

He sighs.

It had been fun at first

Everything made sense back then.

It was easy

Want to destroy?

Destroy

Want to scream?

Scream

Want to kill?

Then kill

Oh, but never forget

Don't be weak

What else were they supposed to do to feel alive?

Chosen still remembers when he landed in that strange and unknown territory all those years ago after escaping Noogai's computer...

The first place he actually called a home of his own before everything went downhill.

//Flashback//

"We did it," the weary and exhausted voice of Chosen exclaimed in disbelief.

"We did it," Dark responds, equally tired yet overwhelmed by strange feelings, one of them called happiness and relief. A wide grin spreads across his face, and he beams as he lets out a joyful and rough chuckle. "Ha... Ha... haha! We did it, Chosen! We actually did it!" Dark exclaims in excitement, bouncing until his feet can't touch the ground, using his fire as a propeller.

Chosen can only give an acknowledging nod, his mind elsewhere, he needed a moment to process everything around him, maybe for Dark this was easier, everything was practically new for him, he has just been created hours ago—

Yet for Chosen, only knowing freedom for a few minutes and then the consuming and cruel space of a void for the following 5 years, affected his way to react at actual freedom

So there is something more huh?

Specifically the new place he finds himself in.

They landed on an open landscape, unlike the monotonous blue screen on the desktop. This place is much bigger, richer, and they are barely standing on a mass of rock rising high from the water. In the distance, they hear the faint sound of leaves rustling and wind whistling around... trees? Are those what they call trees? The towering structures form a leafy paradise with no end.

It was beautiful.

Chosen takes a small step forward, an unusual move for the brave stick figure. The delicacy of the landscape calls for gentleness, not rush.

Calloused hands touch the green grass under his bare feet. He feels the softness, the roughness—how can something so small be so many things at the same time? Does it even have a purpose? Or is it simple grass existing?

Chosen lifts his head, watching as Dark flies around happily. He has already burned some trees on his way to the sky, he actually seems to be enjoying himself... He's cackling, posing, smiling? Genuinely smiling.

Chosen wanted to see him smile like that always.

He takes a deep breath and launches himself in Dark's direction, letting out a relieved cackle.

They're free. He's free.

"Hope I never see you again, Noogai." Chosen mutters to himself as he seals that promise by flying around with Dark, spinning and feeling the breeze in his lungs and the lightness in his feet.

That memory fades into the present.

Looking at his shaky hands, lighting up fire, also retracting. Cold ice forming under his feet. He could just leave whenever he wants, why isn't he doing so? Why did he run directly here? Why is he still here? Whatever he wants, he won't get it, he—

Click.

Chosen lifts his uncertain gaze to the half-opened door, and there, just right there, was the culprit of all his problems.

Click.

Noogai knocks again.

Seems like the kids already filled him in about what's happening. They haven't talked since... well, since that cursor brought them into the computer. A polite nod doesn't count as a conversation, right?

And suddenly, a typing noise.

"Hey."

Chosen's claws grip his knees.

"I heard some noises, you okay?"

It almost feels surreal that the same person who used to torture him, enslave him, was actually trying to ask him how he is. He would be better if he had seen better days, a better life, a better creator.

"Chosen?" Noogai types again, suspended in the air as he waits for an answer.

Chosen sighs heavily, a weight seeming to settle on his shoulders as he straightens his posture with a visible effort. His hand moves to rub his face, almost as if to erase any sign of vulnerability. Great, just great, this is exactly what he didn't need right now.

The tension in his features betrays the facade of composure. With a deliberate motion, he lifts his gaze to meet Noog— Alan, Alan's cursor.

His eyes reflecting a tumult of conflicting emotions—resignation, frustration, and perhaps a hint of longing for something he can't quite grasp.

"I'm fine," he says, the words clipped, his voice strained as he tries to convey a sense of assurance that eludes him. "I just needed a moment."

Alan's concerned inquiry hangs in the air, prompting Chosen to confront the reality he's been trying to evade.

"Are you sure?" Alan's typing cuts through the silence like a knife. He doesn't dare to write even more, or even move, he knows how volatile the hollowhead can be when upset.

Silence reigns again.

Of course he's not—okay—what kind of question is that?

"I'm okay," Chosen turns his back to his creator, trying to mask the turmoil swirling within him. "Why are you here?"

"Second and the others told me you ran off here and looked—"

"So now you actually care what they think?" Chosen's eyes glance back at Alan as he tenses again. "Since when do you care? Since when do you actually care?"

At Alan's silence, Chosen minds flashes about one thing.

Alan probably didn't even know he was capable of treating another stick figure *humanely*. Probably it wasn't a realization of his own, it was a convenience he had to see it.

Then why didn't he see him back then?

Chosen acted instinctively, his whole body moving forward, using the old and only language he had ever learned.

A powerful blow was delivered straight to the surprised cursor, Chosen is breathing, fighting, spitting fire and yet, he can't find himself feeling remorseful, his crimson eyes flicker to the hole made in the door.

It seems like it's time for an overdue talk.

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Sign the Dotted Line (Chapter Five)

Summary: The damage has been done. Your relationship with Minho may as well be over. Your mind is all over the place, but nothing like a girl's night to distract you. You also get to speak with the manager to discuss your future with Minho.

Pairing: idol Minho x fab reader

Genre: angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol usage

Note: Ahh chapter five! Thank you to everyone that has made it this far in reading this Minho saga. It has been fun to write! This chapter has more of a filler vibe if I'm being honest. Don't worry though, there will be more to come :)

Likes, reblogs, comments greatly appreciated as it makes my day :)

New chapters posted on Saturdays at 1pm CST!

Series Summary: You are living an ordinary life until one day you come across a notice from your favorite band Stray Kids, that the company is looking for a girlfriend for one of its members Lee Minho. Thinking you have nothing else to lose, you apply. This one action causes your life to change forever.

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There was silence in the room, no one dared to say a word. Minho stood in place, his chest rising and falling from the confrontation. Shit, he messed up. He needs to go after you, stop you from leaving, so he can explain himself. Instead, he goes back to packing his bag, as the silence continued throughout the room.

Once packed he walked toward the door, waiting for the rest of the members. They warily picked up their bags before following Chan, slowly filing out of the room. No one said anything on the way to the car. No one said anything on the ride back to the dorms. No one knew what to say, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Once at the dorms, everyone filed out, walking up to their assigned dorms.

However, before splitting off, Chan said, “wait, we need to talk, Minho. Let’s all go to my dorm and chat.”

Minho rolled his eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted to go take a shower and go to bed, wanting to forget the day. But who is he kidding, he won’t be able to sleep. Not without you crossing his mind. Letting out a sigh, he nodded, following Chan into his dorm, the others following behind. They all dropped their bags, kicking off their shoes before making their way over to the living area. Everyone took a seat, silence spreading throughout the room.

Chan took a deep breath, letting it out and said. “Ok Min, what’s up. What the hell was that?”

Minho squirmed in his seat, not looking at Chan or the six other curious eyes in the room. He pondered the question. What was that indeed. Just his ever present ego is what it was. He looked up at Chan clearing his throat before saying, “not sure.”

Chan looked at him, stared him down before saying, “not sure? What does that mean? Come on Min, you really hurt y/n and we need to know why so we can fix this mess. The company I know will not be happy about this.”

The company. It’s always about the company. It’s never what the members want or in this case, what he wants. Minho was frustrated, he didn't know what to do, so he did what he does best, speak before thinking.

“I didn’t want to say those things. But she was just there, with those eyes, and…” Minho paused taking a few deep breaths. “I think I love her, and I think that pissed me off because she was just thrown at me. I guess I didn’t want to let them have the satisfaction.”

He sat in thought for a few seconds before adding on, "and I'm not going to lie. Seeing her so cozy with you Chan pissed me off, didn't sit right with me. I know your my hyung and you meant well, but..."

Ugh why is this so difficult, Minho thought. "I feel possessive of her. She's mine and only mine. She doesn't get that."

There, Minho said it. He let out the breath he was holding, as he laid back against the couch, closing his eyes. There was silence in the room as everyone took in what Minho said.

“Well, we can fix this then!” Jisung said excitedly, ever the hopeful enthusiast. “All you have to do is tell y/n how you feel, just like you told us. Yeah she might not forgive you, not at first, but at least she won’t leave.”

Minho shook his head. “No, I think we’re done for good. I’ve never seen her act that way. She was pissed.”

“Rightfully so Min,” Chan said. “If she wasn’t mad, I’d say there was something wrong with her.”

Chan waited a moment before saying, “here’s what we’re going to do. I will speak with y/n next time I see her, maybe explain things a little better. Basically try to convince her not to leave. I doubt they'll let her break the contract. You,” he said as he pointed a finger at Minho using the stern voice he adapts when he goes into leader mode, “are not going to harass her anymore. You will get along with y/n and you will apologize. It won’t hurt to explain yourself to her either. Got it?”

Minho shook his head yes, not wanting to go against the leader.

“Thank you hyung,” Minho softly said. He was grateful for great mates who were willing to help him fix this shit show, even though it was his fault.

“I’m going to go ahead and wash up. I’m exhausted,” Minho said as he got up from the couch.

Chan nodded, watching as Minho walked to the door, put his shoes on, grab his bag and walk out the door.

“We’ll fix this. Hyunjin, maybe speak with Seoyun and see if she can speak with y/n too. I will let Harin know what’s going on too.”

Hyunjin nodded at Chan’s plan, promising to speak with Seoyun about it tonight.

“Alright, let’s all get some sleep,” Chan said looking at everyone.

Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin got up and made their way to the door, while the others walked to their rooms quietly. Chan would take care of this mess. He had to, as Minho was too stubborn to do it by himself, and the higher ups would come down on him if anything bad happened such as y/n breaking the contract and leaving. Yes, he’ll fix everything and then the boys could continue doing what they do best.

You made it back to your dorm, tossing your stuff on the floor, not caring where it landed. You made your way to your bathroom, taking a quick shower, before crawling underneath your covers. You pulled the blankets up around you, tears falling down your face as the pent up emotions of the night bubbled over. You had no idea what to do, where to go from here.

You didn’t really want to go to the manager, not really. It was just something you said in the heat of the moment. Despite asshole Minho, you loved hanging out with the others and not to mention Harin and Seoyun. Your mind was running in a million directions, wondering if Minho meant what he said. There’s no way right? He was just saying that for show, at least that’s what you wanted to believe.

You felt your chest constrict, the pain of rejection running rampant through your system. There was no way you’d be able to keep up appearances going forward, the fans would be able to tell something was up. It would just be awkward for you, for Minho, and everyone else. It would be like a black cloud hanging over everyone when you and Minho would be together. Maybe you should talk to the manager after all. There’s somebody out there that’s more suited for Minho. Someone who he’ll like better than you.

As the night wore on, you tossed and turned, unable to turn your mind off, tears escaping your eyes off and on. You were at a loss as to what you should do, not sure who you could even talk to. You missed home, you missed your best friend, you missed who you were before the other night. Feeling exhausted, you eventually drifted off to sleep, your dreams rampant with melancholy and turmoil.

The next morning, you awoke with the sun in your eyes, the bright light causing your head to pound. You groaned before getting up, making your way to the bathroom. You had a shift today that you definitely didn’t want to go to, but maybe the business of the cafe will keep your thoughts at bay.

Taking a look in the mirror, you almost recoiled at how horrible you looked. You eyes were swollen from crying, your face puffy and red. Sighing you began your skin routine, trying to do damage control. You applied makeup as a last ditch effort and left the bathroom, walking to your closet to change. As you were brushing your hair, your phone chimed signaling you got a text. Checking the screen, you saw a message from the group chat you had with Harin and Seoyun.

Girls of Skz🧚🏽‍♀️

Harin: Hey girl! Do you work today?

Y/n: unfortunately

Seoyun: oof, well how about we come over after. Girls night?

Y/n: ….not really in the mood tbh

Harin: come on, please? I’ll bring food!

Damn, she brings a hard bargain. That would mean you wouldn’t have to forage for dinner. Letting out a sigh, you replied

Girls of Skz🧚🏽‍♀️

Y/n: ok, ok, you convinced me

Seoyun: I knew you would say yes if there was food involved lol

Y/n: Not my fault I’m a hungry bitch haha

Harin: lol I’ll bring all your favorites then. See you later!

Setting down your phone, you finished getting ready. Maybe girls night is what you needed.

You set off to work, ready to immerse yourself in the day. As soon as you walked in, you noticed the line was long, almost reaching the door. Normally you’d gripe about the number of people here, but this was perfect. You could lose yourself in your work, and that’s exactly what you did.

There was no time to think about anything except people’s orders, as you moved around the bar quickly, trying to fulfill everyone’s orders. You served with a smile, not letting how you truly felt show. Your boss was impressed, not used to you working this hard, which was probably an insult to you, but you could care less.

You finally were able to take a break once the afternoon hit, your shift almost over. You let out a sigh as you set down, your feet throbbing from being on them all day.

“Y/n!” You boss said, as she made her way towards you.

You had no idea what you did, but you were too tired to care about being chastised about whatever she wanted to bitch about today.

“Y/n, you worked well today. Hardest I’ve seen you work since you started with us.”

You boss said this with a smile like she was complimenting you. You just looked at her, no emotion in your eyes as you waited for her to continue. When she realized you weren’t going to say anything back, she cleared her throat and continued.

“Since you worked hard today and it’s calmed down, you can go home early. We have enough people here to cover closing.”

At this your ears perked up and you sat up straighter. “Really? Great,” you said.

You got up from your seat and started taking your apron off as you made your way to the break room.

“Don’t forget about your shift tomorrow!”

As if you could forget. You rolled your eyes once you turned away from her and made your way to get your stuff. Walking outside, you were greeted with a breeze, as the weather had cooled down some since you were last out. Putting your headphones in, you began your walk home, blending in with those around you. You started to perk up a little the closer you got, your excitement for girls night peaking. Yes, it’s exactly what you needed and you couldn’t wait.

“Y/n!” Harin shouted as she crossed the threshold into your apartment, wrapping her arms around you in a big hug. You couldn’t help but giggle, squirming to get out of her hold.

“Harin!” You laughed, “I get it you’re happy to see me.”

“Of course I am, I haven’t seen you in a long time…since two days ago in fact.”

You were grinning from ear to ear, listening to your friend’s silly banter. Turning to Seoyun, you held out your arms, beckoning her in for a hug. She obliged, before saying, “we brought tons of snacks and wine!”

“Thank god,” you groaned, grabbing the bags from her hand and bringing them to the kitchen.

You started unpacking the snacks, a feeling of happiness spreading throughout your body at the sight of all your favorite treats. They even brought your favorite kind of wine. You poured the snacks into bowls and grabbed three glasses, and made your way to the couch.

Seoyun uncorked the wine, pouring generous amounts into each glass. You took yours and took a sip, the slightly fruity flavor tickling your taste buds in the best way. You let out a sigh, leaning your head back against the back of the couch.

“So what’s new?” Harin asked, popping a chip into her mouth.

You knew what was coming, the timing of girls night was too coincidental with the recent events with Minho. Letting out a sigh, you looked at your friends, curiosity in their eyes.

“Well I’m sure you heard what went down. Minho and I had another fight, but this time we both said some things that weren’t exactly…” you paused thinking of how to describe the conversation from that night.

“Not that friendly I guess .”

“What was said?” Seoyun asked, setting her glass down as she looked at you.

“Well Minho said he didn’t want me here anymore basically and uhhh, I kinda said I’d see about breaking the contract and just leaving.”

You trailed off at the end, not looking your friends in the eye as you gently swirled the wine around your glass.

“Oh y/n, I’m sorry,” Seoyun said, a look of pity on her face. Harin nodded along, her eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s ok, I’m not really mad about it…At least not as much as I was.” You sat in thought, pondering your next words.

“I think what hurts the most is the fact we slept together the night before and there were no issues between us. He was sweet and caring and…gentle I guess.”

Harin looked at you, horror in her eyes at your confession. “Shit y/n, that’s a dick move not gonna lie.”

You shook your head at her statement completely agreeing. It was a dick move, no doubt about it. You’d get over it, you have thick skin, especially if you can get out of this “relationship” and move on.

“I’m thinking of speaking with the manager and seeing if I can get out of the contract. I mean, I don’t think Minho and I are good for each other. It’s been almost a year and we still fight nearly everyday. It’s tiring.” You continued.

Harin and Seoyun looked at you with pity in their eyes. They couldn’t say they understood, as their relationships with Chan and Hyunjin were good. They could tell you were over it, ready to move on. You deserved happiness and they knew you were not currently happy.

“We’d miss you, but I understand.” Harin said quietly, looking down at her hands.

You could tell the girls were sad at your announcement. You all had grown rather close over the last year. You’d hate to lose touch with them.

“Well enough talk about Minho, I need more wine and some more snacks.”

You all burst out laughing, refilling your glasses and chatting enthusiastically. The night went on, filled with gossip and laughter, until the early morning hours. You all were drunk at this point, stumbling over your words. You all drifted off eventually, exhaustion taking over, after all, you all have a long day ahead of you…including facing Minho for the first time since the argument.

The next morning you woke up, your head throbbing and a pounding in your ears. You got up slowly as you let out a low groan. You looked around, seeing Harin and Seoyun buried under their blankets, fast asleep. Making your way to the kitchen, you poured a glass of water and grabbed some painkillers to ease your aching head. You decided to call out, too hungover and not willing to deal with a cafe full of demanding people. Your boss wasn't happy, but you didn't care.

You began the task of making coffee, the aroma soon spreading throughout the room. Shortly after, you heard grumbles from the living room, signaling that the others were up. As you fixed three cups of coffee, they made their way into the kitchen, graciously accepting the hot cup.

“Damn my head is pounding,” Seoyun said, a frown on her face.

You passed the bottle of pain killers around, each girl taking one. You all had to be at the building later, the manager wanting to speak to the group about the next event. You’d hope to speak with her before the meeting, to discuss breaking the contract. You were definitely not looking forward to that conversation.

“Guess I should head home. Need to take a shower before we have to be at the meeting,” Seoyun said, finishing her coffee.

Harin nodded at her statement, agreeing with her. You nodded and watched as they gathered their bags and made their way to the door.

“Thanks for last night,” you said, a smile on your face.

“Of course! Anytime ok? Really.” Harin said.

You flashed another smile before letting them out, softly closing the door behind you. Time for a shower you thought, padding toward the bathroom. Stripping yourself of your clothes, you turned the water on and stepped in, the warm stream feeling good against your body. You hoped today would turn out ok and that you could hold it together. You would soon be free you thought to yourself, believing the statement after not too long.

It was mid afternoon, you had arrived at the building, its large logo plastered on the front, almost like it’s mocking you. You made your way to the top floors, dragging your feet towards the manager’s office. Arriving at her door, you looked up at her name placard on the wall, and taking a deep breath brought your hand up to knock. You heard a soft ‘come in’ and bracing yourself, turned the knob to enter the room.

It looked the same as the first time you came in almost a year ago, neat and organized. You looked over at the desk, watching as the manager finished writing before looking up to meet your gaze.

“Y/n! What a surprise. Come in and sit.”

You made your way to the chair in front of her desk, taking a seat.

“What brings you here today?” She said, curiosity in her eyes.

You cleared your throat, “I’d like to see if there is a way I can get out of my contract. Things with Minho just don’t seem to be working out.”

You both sat in silence, no one saying a word. You could see shock and then disappointment on her face as she pondered your words.

Finally, she straightened up and said, “I’m sorry y/n. Whatever has been going on, I’m sorry that is has occurred. I know Minho can be difficult at times, but he is a really nice guy y/n.”

You looked at her incredulously, not believing what she was saying. She didn't even ask for you to elaborate, she just shut you down instantly. You feared she was going to tell you no and with the next sentence, your thoughts came true.

“I’m sorry, but we cannot allow you to break the contract. You must remain Minho’s appointed girlfriend for two years as stated, as you agreed.”

She paused, looking at you with pity in her eyes. You didn’t know what to say, your hopes being crushed with a simple sentence. You were to stay in this contract, there was no way out until it was over. You held back the tears, not wanting to show weakness in front of her and just how much her statement hurt you.

“I really am sorry y/n. If that’s all, I’ll see you at the meeting later today.”

You were being dismissed, the conversation over. You pushed yourself from your chair, and slowly walked to the door. You felt despair, not sure what to do. You made your way down the hall, no where to go but to the practice rooms. You hadn’t been here since the fight, or seen anyone besides Harin and Seoyun. Approaching the door of the practice room, you heard familiar voices, happiness behind the door as the boys laughed and messed around with each other. You have to go in. You couldn’t let Minho intimidate you.

With a deep breath, you reached for the door knob and turned it, stepping into the room. As you carefully shut the door, you could feel eight sets of eyes on you. Turning around, you faced the people in the room, including the one man you didn’t want to see.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin said, running to give you a hug. “You’re here, you’re ok!”

You chuckled and hummed, “I’m here.”

“We’re so glad to see you,” Chan said, a warm smile on his face.

You nodded and made your way to the couches, taking a seat next to Changbin who smiled at you and patted your thigh. Today is going to be a long day and most likely full of surprises. However, you can do this, you thought. You’ll get through this day, just one moment at a time. You were suddenly brought from your thoughts, as Chan approached you.

"Y/n, can we talk?" Chan asked?

You looked startled. "Sure," you replied, looking up at the leader.

"Great, let's go to the studio."

You got up to follow Chan, everyone watching both of you leave. What will this be about you thought, as anxiety started to course through your body. There was no reason to fret any longer as you were about to find out as you both made your way into the studio and sat down. Here we go.

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Arranged marriage idea!

Dream’s parents force him to marry Hob, an eligible omega whose family has money, which the endless family needs. Dream hugely resents it.

But hob is in love with Dream. He was actually happy to be marrying him. He admired Dream and thought he was so smart and beautiful and respectful—before the wedding hob is giddy with joy. Until he walks down to the altar and sees Dream, clearly displeased, his scent sour with annoyance.

And hob realizes the moment he says his vows that he is now effectively in a loveless marriage.

Their wedding night is…awful. Dream is impersonal and barely does the minimum to ensure hob enjoys himself and doesn’t meet his eye even once.

After, he tells hob that as soon as hob has given him an heir, hob is free to take a lover.

Hob doesn’t say anything but he does his best to not let dream see that he’s heartbroken. Dream doesn’t even stay the night. He goes back to his own quarters and leaves hob alone.

But this is hob. So he mourns for a while and then he decides to move on with life. Marrying dream catapulted him high in society and just because his husband doesn’t want him doesn’t mean he is worthless.

So hob starts attending events and throwing them himself. He starts making friends. He opens up Dream’s dreary house and redecorates and brings his sense of life and determination to everything he does.

Soon he’s kind of a darling of their society. He’s earned himself plenty of friends and tons of admirers.

Dream is…surprised to say the least. People compliment him all the time on hob and tell him how lucky he must feel. Meanwhile they only really see each other during hob’s heat or Dream’s rut or when Dream accompanies him to a party. Dream never dances with him.

They make stilted conversation. Or hob does. But he gets nothing from dream.

However dream is starting to admire hob.

By the time the twins, robin and Orpheus, are born, things are coming full circle. Hob has decided to stop waiting on his husband and he find a lover.

And Dream has become rather smitten with his husband. Maybe it’s watching him care for their sons, maybe it was the way hob held onto him when he first started contractions, maybe Dream always had the potential to feel this way. But years too late, he’s finally ready to court his omega.

I loooove this concept, and I also love that we definitely all have the same braincell because I know for a fact that @seiya-starsniper has a wip which follows a similar storyline - but with the secondary genders flipped! It's something I'm very excited about (while also putting no pressure on you seiya alsksjdhd <333). Anyway, I'm gonna talk a lil bit about this because I do love a good arranged marriage trope.

I just live for the idea of Dream courting the man hes been married to for years at this point. He realises that he doesn't know enough about Hob, so he start learning. His favourite foods, his habits, little treats that he indulges in, the bath salts that he likes best. Dream learns it all, and starts using his new knowledge. He sends Hob flowers. He buys him new outfits. He spends time with the boys so Hob can rest. He actually listens and responds when Hob nervously tries to engage him in conversation.

Meanwhile Hob is just so confused and lost as to why his husband is finally interacting with him. What changed? Did he realise that Hob was starting to look elsewhere and decided that he wanted Hob for himself after all? It's kind of frustrating. But because the boys like having both mama and papa around together, Hob makes an effort to respond to Dream. They take daytrips. They hold hands on the street. Dream asks him to dance at the first big garden party of the summer, and Hob accepts (after he's picked his jaw up off the floor).

So they're both in love with each other, but neither of them knows what to say or do to take the next step. It's easier during heats and ruts when they're not thinking so much, but the rest of the time they're both scared of shattering the uneasy happiness they've built. Especially Dream, who still feels guilty. He knows that Hob isn't totally done with being angry with him...

Then Hob gets pregnant again, which was unplanned for... and with hormones rolling around his body, Hob finally can't hold back anymore! He ends up standing with his hands on his hips, the picture of the perfect pregnant omega, scolding his alpha while Dream literally grovels on his knees. As he should!

The happy accident baby finally brings them together, and Robin and Orpheus are thrilled with the new addition to the family. Dream finally takes Hob on the long awaited honeymoon that they never had the first time around - and he never takes his omega for granted, ever again.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Yandere Sabertooth and pre teen reader with a cat tail and cat ears and cat senses

Ooooo, yes! My favorite X-Men villain! And cats! One of my favorite creatures! This will be good. (Should I call you Sabretooth Anon? Or Tiger Anon? What would you like to be called?) Let's see what I can do for you:

He'd lived a long life. A rough life. Survived bloody war after war, committed atrocity after atrocity, torn and gutted and destroyed anything in his way-

He wasn't sure how he ended up with some cat child.

Specifically, one who wouldn't leave.

They were like a... a Neko, or gajinka, or some animal-hybrid thing. Cat ears on their head, cat tail swaying behind them, and purring when happy and hissing when mad. It's like the higher powers of the universe decided to condense everything that was cat and bundled it into the form of this child.

They trailed after him, asking questions and trying to rub their head against him, chatting about anything they can think of. It's annoying at first, but he gets used to it.

Then they start leaving gifts for him.

A leaf they found. Some coins. A fish they caught.

He begrudgingly accepts them, if only so they'll stop leaving more surprises.

He finds out he's attached when Magneto thinks of getting rid of them.

"No. They're not going anywhere," he growls, glaring evenly at the magentic mutant. He's not even sure why he'd think of sending them away.

"Sabretooth, they are of no use to us here. It would be best to send them elsewhere, where they won't be underfoot," presses the old mutant. From the way the metal table is creaking, he's started to get annoyed. That's too bad for him.

"And I say they should stay. They're not a problem. Are they? The kid doesn't mess with anything, and they keep quiet. That's more than you can say 'bout yer brats," Sabretooth purrs, huffing lightly when he sees his boss' eye twitch. Good. It's been too long since he properly got the old iron ore properly riled.

"Why are you so stuck on them staying? Is the mighty Sabretooth attached to them?" Magneto grinds out. And suddenly he's not feeling so pleased.

"And...? They need someone to watch them, and I doubt you want a stray kitten turning to, oh... Xavier," he says, feigning thinking it over. When he sees the other man's shoulders stiffen, he knows he's made his point.

"... Keep them out of trouble, Creed."

"Of course, Boss." He knows he has a smug grin on his face, but-

Who cares one whisker about it?

He gets to keep his kitten.

And he sure as h*ll wasn't going to give them up just because the old magnet couldn't understand their value.

Look, the kitten made him...

Happy.

Calm.

Full of purring and rumbling chirps, instead of angry growls and hissing fury.

So if that means they're not ever leaving him...

So be it.

"Hey, kitten, want to go hunt some dinner?"

"Yes!"

He's happy and the kit's happy, and if someone even tries to ruin that happiness, he'll gut them, and see how smug they are when they wind up dinner for the buzzards.

"Let's go, kitten!"

When he's greeted with a thrilled chirp and a fluffy tail curling, he can't help but give a softer grin.

Yep, that's HIS kitten...

[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 13

A/N: Woof. This one took me a minute. Also, it's a short bridge-type chapter, but don't worry. Next chapter will be LONG and JUICY. This is just a necessary part of the story. Please don't give up on us! ICYMI this is the soulmate/time travel AU between Elvis and a fem!reader.

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Warnings: cussing and angst (a smut-free chapter?! Who am I?! Don't worry. It's coming soon and they will be too 😏)

Word count: ~1.9k

"Why didn't she come for me?"

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Elvis spends the next few weeks anxiously waiting for you to show up somewhere. It's clear his mind is elsewhere. Everyone around him notices that something is off, but he won't tell anyone what's going on. He just prowls around like a caged animal, nervous and waiting for something that no one understands. He goes back to Memphis before he has to be back in Vegas in August to film his concert documentary. The only thing that gets him out of his room is Lisa Marie. Otherwise, he mopes around or stays inside.

What no one knows is he's grieving. He's pretty sure he's lost you and his son too. The pain almost overwhelms him and he has a hard time living in his real life. He finds solace in music and spends a lot of time at the piano playing a whole catalogue of new songs. His favorite, though, is a song produced by the Beatles' record label, and he eventually asks to record it later that summer. It ends up on his album for the documentary That's the Way It Is and even makes it into a rehearsal scene with him playing it on the piano and singing. For some reason, the song makes him think of you, so he sings it as often as he can.

Even though it begins to look like he's back to himself, the pain of losing you is omnipresent. He resigns himself to the fact that he will likely never see you or his son ever again. As such, he leans into the documentary and even does a photo shoot with Priscilla over Thanksgiving to try to rekindle the affection he feels for her.

But he still feels like part of his soul has gone missing. It's the same old feeling he always has when he's away from you for too long, but this time it settles in his chest and becomes a part of him. 1970 slips into 1971 and he does his best to move on. 1971 slips into 1972 and he throws himself into work and lets his relationship with Priscilla sour. She moves out and he has a hard time even caring, except that she took Lisa Marie and it just twists the dagger of having already lost one child. There are other girls, like there always have been, but they never fill the void that you leave. He has a you-shaped hole in his heart that no amount of sex or romance or even love can fill. 1972 slides by, he films Elvis on Tour, and he plays shows across the United States. He plays Vegas again and then tours again, hoping that by keeping himself busy he'll notice your absence less.

Finally, he prepares for the Aloha from Hawaii concert that will be broadcast across the world. He tries to get back into peak physical shape and does everything he can to throw himself fully into this concert. In the process, he squashes the last hope of you ever showing up again. It's been three years.

You're gone.

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Covid hits strong in 2020 and your world gets upended. You learn to work from home, host zoom call happy hours with your friends (even though you're pregnant and can't drink), and wear a mask anytime you're in public, which isn't often. In September, you give birth (alone and in a mask) to your daughter and name her Erin Love. She's perfectly healthy and looks so much like her brother you think you've given birth to his twin. And again you weep. Elvis is missing this and you know it'll break him if he ever finds out.

2020 fades into 2021 and you still can't risk going out with a baby. Every time you start to think it might be safe, a new strain or variant shows up and the world cowers in fear again. Vegas opens, but you're terrified, both of traveling and of the possibility of sending Covid back to 1971.

So, you wait. You wait and you wait and you keep waiting until your baby is old enough and the virus seems to slow down. Still, Vegas, with its masses of people, seems too risky. Finally, in December of 2022 you have an idea. You start making plans to head to Hawaii with both kids and your mom in January of 2023. Hawaii is much more secluded and you know exactly where he will be.

When you ask your mom to come with you, she wants to know why. This is going to be a very expensive vacation and she's not sure why you need her. You sit on her couch trying to decide just how much you should tell her. Eventually, you settle on something very close to the truth.

"John is there. We haven't seen each other in three years." You look down at the ring on your finger.

"I was starting to wonder if he still existed."

"I'm not even sure he'll want to see me..." You look at the ceiling to try to stop yourself from crying, but it doesn't work and the tears come sliding down your face.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm sure he does. He loves you."

"I hope so." She pulls you into a hug.

"I will go with you. I'll watch the kids so you two can get reacquainted."

"Thank you, mom."

Once she agrees to go with you, you drop an ungodly amount of money to stay in his suite and pack up both kids to fly to the islands. You decide not to tell John Jessie why you're going, just in case it doesn't work out. He's almost 6 now and he asks about his daddy damn near everyday. Somehow, he remembers him despite the fact that it's been almost 3 years since he's seen him. Erin's too little to ask questions. She doesn't even know she has a daddy, which breaks your heart every time you think about it.

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After a rehearsal, Elvis heads to his suite to rest. He's 100% invested in what he's doing. But out of nowhere, he thinks of you again. He hums the song he's designated as yours and goes to work changing out of his jumpsuit.

He's got the zipper all the way down when he hears a sound that makes his heart stop. There it is, the old familiar buzzing. He hasn't heard it in so long. He turns slowly, sees the portal, and practically runs through it without thinking about the fact that he has no clothes packed and is wearing a jumpsuit.

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When Elvis comes through the portal, he stops and stares at you. He's so in shock that he doesn't know how to respond. Your mouth pops open in awe of him standing there in the American Eagle jumpsuit fully unzipped. He looks better than you could've imagined. Obviously, you've seen the footage, but it really didn't do him justice. He zips it back up and gives you a hard stare.

"It's been three fucking years, y/n."

"I know-" You don't get any further though because John Jessie comes bounding into the room. He runs to Elvis and jumps on him. He's supposed to be napping with your mom in one of the bedrooms.

"Daddy! I heard you!" Elvis grabs him and holds him tightly.

"Heyyy buddy, I missed you so much!" You can tell he's trying hard not to cry. You look nervously towards the bedroom. If your mom sees him in this jumpsuit, it'll be impossible to explain.

"Bubby, where's your grandma?"

"She's asleep." You breathe easier and John Jessie turns back to his daddy. He launches into a monologue that only a 5-year-old can follow, but Elvis sits with him on the couch and listens attentively. You stand and watch the scene and Elvis glances at you every once in a while.

After about 15 minutes, you hear Erin cry from the room where she is taking her nap. Elvis looks up at you, shocked.

"Who is that?"

"That's my sister. She's little still." John Jessie answers knowingly. Elvis's head swivels to you so fast.

"Sister?" You nod and duck out of the room to grab Erin before her crying wakes your mom up. When you come back, Elvis looks at both of you and his eyes are shiny with tears. "Is she-?"

"She's yours." He stands up and immediately takes her from you.

"What's her name?"

"Erin Love."

"Love? Like my..." He trails off and looks at her lovingly.

"Yes. Like your mother." He holds her to himself and looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. He pulls back and looks at her again while she babbles to him.

"Baby, do you know I'm your daddy?" She looks up at him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes!" She smiles widely and he holds her close to him again. He looks at you incredulously.

"We have another baby."

"Yes, we do." He kisses her cheek and sets her down on the floor, turning to you. His eyes burn through you and he whispers angrily.

"Where the fuck have you been?! We have a daughter?!"

"Please, Elvis, I can explain."

"You better. I'm going to spend the evening with my kids, but you better have a damn good story when they go to bed."

You nod. How will you get him to understand Covid?

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He changes into some clothes you have for him and helps you put the kids to bed. Despite not knowing the routine, he proves to be pretty helpful. You're amazed at how well John Jessie remembers him. Your mom seems to just know she should make herself scarce through the whole evening and stays in the room. Once you get both kids in bed, you sit on the couch facing him, heart pounding and stomach in knots. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"Tell me why, y/n."

"There is a new virus." You desperately try to explain everything that's happened over the last three years.

"So you couldn't come to me because of a cold virus?"

"Elvis, you don't understand. This was a global pandemic. Everything was closed and people all around the world were dying. They literally shut down Las Vegas."

"I've been other places." He responds, the anger in his voice obvious.

"I know, but I couldn't risk our kids. Or the possibility of you taking this virus back to your time. I finally feel safe here in Hawaii."

"I don't know, y/n, I'm glad you're okay and I'm especially excited to see the kids. But I thought I'd lost you. I buried you in my mind."

"Did you- did you move on?" For the first time, the reality that your marriage to Elvis might be over hits you in the gut and your eyes widen. Elvis isn't sure how to answer. He has a girlfriend, and technically another wife. But he looks at you sitting in front of him and can't help but feel the connection that's bound you together for over fifteen years. He wants to be angry so badly, but really all he is is sad. Sad that he missed the first two and a half years of his daughter's life. Sad that he went so long without all of you. Sad that you almost feel like a stranger now.

You sit on the couch staring at each other waiting for his answer.

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Come back soon for Chapter 14!

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