#so i'm going to have to stay up late and cram for the two finals

[prettydaisygirl]

Heyy~I have a james potter x reader request.

They have a love hate relation,and they keeps on fight but its really only frome one side cause james secretly is in love with reader and loves seeing her mad as its the only way he'll have her full attention.

But james let it's out by accident and reader have fun with this new info and seduces and flirts with james. James becomes all dazed & flustered by reader batting her eyelashes at him.

You can take your own take on this and maybe reader dominates james in bed.....👀

P.s(this is my third request for you and you have nailed the previous requests nd the first time requesting something 18+) please feel free to ignore it💗

Hello nonnie!! OMG thank you so much for your request! I'm literally so honored that you keep making requests because you've enjoyed the other ones I've done for you 😭🩷 I saw the plot of this in my head like a movie when I read your request and I wrote down the basics and had to wait until I had a good time I could sit down and write it all haha, it's been on my mind all week. Hope you enjoy this one, my love!! 

academic rival!James Potter x fem!reader who seduces James to get ahead ✿ 3.6k words

cw: NSFW 18+, university au, James is the top student, reader is second, academic rivals, reader has complicated feelings, reader has kinda iffy intentions, reader is manipulative (?) but then falls in love, dry humping, choking, unprotected p in v, mentions of alcohol

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You tap your pen against the edge of the table, bouncing your leg under the desk. Your eyes dart back and forth around the classroom, looking at everyone else waiting too.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes lock with his, and you pause. Your eyelids narrow, his brown orbs matching yours and narrowing too. You roll your eyes and look away. Fucking James Potter.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Sirius, James’ best friend, roommate, and favorite nuisance, groans loudly where he is sprawled in his chair next to James, feet up on the desk. Remus, the one person in their group who you can stand, elbows Sirius and shoots him a quick glare. James’ eyes are still on you, smirk on his lips, and you send him a dirty look. He’s so fucking cocky.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The door to the lecture hall finally opens, and everyone sits up a bit. Well, everyone except Sirius. 

The professor stomps in, ten minutes late but with clearly no cares in the world, the stack of papers in his hand catching your attention. The exam from last class, one that might finally allow you to pull ahead of James. Or, he did better than you again, and you’ll have to suffer his cruel teasing for another few weeks so you can cram until the next exam. You need that test back. 

Your professor places everything down at his desk with a light groan, running a hand through his hair. He looks around the room, scanning all of his students’ faces, before clearing his throat. 

“I’ll be passing back exams at the end of the hour.” There’s a collective groan but he doesn’t care, continuing on with the lesson. You force yourself to pay attention and take notes, to not think about the potential outcomes of your exam results, to not look in James’ direction even though you know if you did that he would be looking at you. 

This thing between you and James has been going on since freshman year. You stepped onto campus, bright-eyed and valedictorian of your high school, and you vowed to yourself that you were going to repeat the success of the last four years. And, for the most part, you have. 

Except for James Potter. He’s a constant thorn in your side, and he relishes in it. The two of you are in a constant battle for who will be the top student at the University. James somehow always ends up on top. And so for you, it really is a war. You fight tooth and nail. You stay up way too late studying every night, living off of caffeine and short naps between classes. You involve yourself in different activities, you complete every extra credit opportunity, and you attend every office hour, every study session, every single thing you can do. And yet, you always find yourself lagging behind James Potter, who seems to score perfectly on every exam despite not opening his textbook once. It’s infuriating, and you hate him. 

He knows that he gets on your nerves. He loves it, he purposely antagonizes you. Like he’s doing right now.

Your eyes meet his, unconsciously seeking him out as he takes over your thoughts. His eyes are there, on you, just as you knew they would be. He sends you a cheeky wink. Prick. 

Your handwriting is shaky today, a result of your bouncing leg as your stomach churns with anxiety, waiting for the exam results. You chew on your nail, crossing off a word and shaking your head when you spell it wrong. When you aren’t writing, it’s back to tapping.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

You don’t feel like you take a full breath until the test is physically in your hand. You practically tear it away from the professor, eyes darting all over until you spot the score. 100%. Your heart soars, but then you falter just a bit when you realize you missed the extra credit question. You pray that James did too, or that he didn’t score as high.

But you know better.

And so does James, evidently. Because the second you look up, that signature smirk is on his lips and he holds up the test so you can see, a long finger pointing at his score in the top right.

102%. Fuck. 

You really don’t want to be here. The music is too loud, everyone is drunk, and there’s a cloud of smoke so thick you find it a little hard to breathe. 

You had been wallowing in self-pity in your dorm, pouring over your textbook on a Friday night instead of doing anything fun. Because of James fucking Potter and his stupid 102%. He’s been teasing you all week, laughing and whispering with his friends when you walk by.

“Need me to tutor you, darling?” He’d called out with a bright voice, only chuckling when you flipped him off. You hate him and his beautiful face. 

And tonight, your study/self-pity session was interrupted by your phone ringing several times. 

Your roommate asked you to come pick her up from a party, but you’ve searched the frat house twice now with no sign of her. You’ve tried calling, and she won’t answer your texts either. It’s frustrating, and you’re about to go home without her when a familiar voice catches your attention. 

“I mean it!” You know it’s James before you see him, peeking around the corner to spot him, Sirius, Remus, and Peter pouring drinks in the kitchen. “She looked at me eleven times today. I counted!”

“You’re hopeless.” Sirius announces, head shaking before pouring some of the alcohol directly into his mouth from the bottle. Peter gives him a disgusted look and you almost snort. “She hates you.” “I know,” James seems defeated at Sirius’ words and your curiosity is fully peaked at this point. “Why do you think I have to count how many times she looks at me?”

“Have you ever tried, I don’t know, talking to the poor girl?” Remus asks, taking a sip from his cup before taking the bottle away from Sirius when he drinks straight from it again. 

“She always thinks I’m teasing her, even when I really mean it.” James shakes his head, “If pissing her off and getting better scores than her is what keeps her eyes on me, then that’s what I’ll do.” 

Oh. Oh. 

Is he talking about you?

You hold your breath, pressing closer to the wall as though you’ll be able to hear any better, peeking around the corner to watch the four men talk. James takes a large sip of his drink and you find your eyes lingering over his figure.

“I still think you should just tell her.” Peter speaks up and James knocks into him with his shoulder. 

“You know I can’t just do that, Pete.” James shakes his head, and you watch as his chocolate curls flutter against his forehead. “What do I say? ‘Hi, I know you’ve hated me for the last two and a half years and I’ve been pretending to hate you too. Can we go on a date?’”

Sirius snorts, and it’s in perfect timing to cover the slight gasp that comes out of your mouth. He really is talking about you.

James Potter has feelings for you. You thought he hated your guts. 

“What are you doing?” The voice of your roommate from behind you has you practically jumping out of your skin. You whip around to find her watching you with a judgmental look on her face.

“Nothing!” You say quickly, clearing your throat. “I’ve been looking for you. Are you ready? Let’s go.” You don’t really give her a chance to argue, tugging at her arm as you pull her out of the frat house and back to your car. 

You try to pay attention to the conversation your roommate is having with you on the way home, but it’s difficult. Your mind is racing, focus on the conversation you overheard back at the party.

Does James really have feelings for you? He said he only continues to rile you up because you won’t look at him any other way. You don’t trust him if he acts serious. Is that true? 

The only time you can remember that James Potter tried to act sincere with you was the one time you had to miss an exam due to needing a trip to the hospital. He pleaded with the professor on your behalf, convincing him to let you take it a different day. When he told you what he did, you assumed it was because he didn’t want to win an unfair fight. You didn’t think he’d advocate for you because he cares or anything. 

Oh. Maybe James is right. Maybe you don’t take him seriously. 

You toss and turn in your bed that night for hours, mind racing as you rethink almost every interaction you’ve had with the bespectacled boy since the two of you met freshman year. James, for all his annoying flaws, seems to be a good friend. He’s thoughtful, he’s funny, and he’s so handsome it makes you sick sometimes. And he’s so, so smart. 

You hate the feelings churning in your stomach. On one hand, you hate him. Even if he has feelings for you, that doesn’t make it okay for him to tease you, and you still want to be better than him. You need to win. But on the other hand… you could really like him, you think. If you let yourself fall for him. If he really does have feelings for you and it wasn’t all a cruel joke.

But how could it be a joke? James didn’t even know you’d been at the party, and none of his friends had spotted you either. They’d been talking casually, not like they were making fun of you. 

You sigh, flopping into a different position again as you try to get comfortable. You spring up suddenly when you get an idea. 

“I’m going to seduce James Potter.” You say, a happy laugh falling from your lips. “And then I’ll sit by him during the next exam and he’ll be so distracted that I’ll score higher than him!”

You grunt suddenly as a pillow comes in contact with the side of your head, flung by your roommate.

“Go to sleep!”

You’re tapping your pen on your desk again. But this time, there’s no exam to take or score to wait for. You’re waiting for the end of class, eyes darting between the clock and the boy who you’re hoping to catch on the way out. James.

He seems to notice that you’re looking at him more often. You knew he stared at you a lot, but you didn’t know it was actually the entire lecture. You find yourself glancing at him repeatedly, his eyes waiting for yours every time you do. 

This is making you more nervous than you thought it would. You’ve thrown insults and curse words at James like it’s second nature, but the idea of asking him to come back to your dorm with you is making you feel a bit sick. What if you misunderstood everything you overheard? What if they’d been talking about someone else and now you’re going to make a fool of yourself, providing a lifetime of bullying fuel for the one person who really can get under your skin?

You shake your head as the professor dismisses the class, swallowing nervously and quickly packing up your things. You shove down your anxiety, replaying your plan in your head.

Get him in your dorm. Get him naked. Get close enough to keep him distracted from his classes.

You head toward the lecture hall’s doors, and find James and Sirius walking out right in front of you.

“James?” You call out to him. Both James and Sirius turn around, James with eyes as wide as saucers, and Sirius with a bit of a gleam in his eye. 

“Hey,” James says, running a hand through his hair as he tries to seem casual. Now that you see it, it’s so obvious. You’d thought he was so cocky before, now you realize he’s been trying to get your attention..

“Could we… talk?” You ask, shuffling a bit on your feet as your heart races. You try to seem solid, but you don’t know what you’ll do if he laughs in your face and calls you a loser.

He doesn’t. He wouldn’t. Instead he says, “Of course,” though you can tell by the look on his face that he is incredibly confused about why you want to speak to him.

James waves Sirius off and you take a breath. “Can we… go to my dorm?” You ask him.

You can see the suspicion in his eyes, the way the muscles in his jaw tighten and his lips purse. He crosses his arms and then speaks, voice a bit short and clipped. “Your dorm?”

“Yes.” You say with a nod, keeping your voice steady even though you feel like your heart might explode, “I just… I need to talk to you.”

Your words and tone seem to have the desired effect and his hardness softens just a bit. He nods, and walks back with you to your dorm. Your roommate is gone tonight, at her boyfriend’s house, so you know no one will interrupt your plans. 

You sit on the bed, gesturing for James to do the same. He looks out of place here, and it doesn’t help that his body is fully tense and he seems extremely uncomfortable. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” James asks, and you understand why he is so suspicious of you. He should be, considering your plan. But you have to score higher than him on the next test. And if that means distracting him with his feelings for you, then you’ll do it. 

“I’ve just been… doing some thinking.” You say slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You move a bit closer to him, sitting on your knees beside him. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

That gets his attention. His head whips in your direction, his guard falling for a moment from the shock of your words. “You’re apologizing to me?” You nod, playing with a strand of your hair. “I haven’t been very nice, and I… I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person. I like you, James.”

He stares at you, lips slightly parted, and it’s like you can see his brain short-circuit. His eyes, as big and beautiful as always underneath his glasses, blink several times as he tries to process what you’ve said. You wait, and after a long moment you decide to speak again.

“Aren’t you going to say you like me back?”

“What?” James shakes his head, and it seems like his hand reaches for your waist instinctively, but stops short of actually touching you. “I mean, yes. I like you, but I don’t understand. I thought…”

“That I hated you?” You say, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him. You see his pupils dilate, his Adam’s apple bob. You shake your head. “I don’t hate you, James. Actually, I…” You lean forward to reach and brush some curls off his forehead, then whisper to him, “I really, really want you.” 

“Is this really happening?” James asks, like he’s torn between his mind and his heart. You don’t give him a second to question you, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. He responds immediately grabbing for you and deepening the kiss. His grip is tight, and he lets out little whines and moans in your mouth. You ignore the way the sounds make your thighs clench and your stomach warm. 

He pulls you forward into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. You roll forward, pressing down against him. He’s already hard, and you can tell he’s big. Your heart flutters but you ignore it, continuing to focus on James as you find him bucking his hips up into yours. He really must have been pent up, waiting for this. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” He whispers between kisses, hands grasping at you like a man touch-starved. 

When he pulls his lips away from yours to breathe, he quickly leans forward to attach them to your neck. You find your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts out against your skin and leaves saliva and warmth in its wake. Despite trying to push down your own feelings, you find yourself wanting more of him. Not just to seduce him, but also because it feels good. 

You reach down, freeing James from his pants. He lifts his hips a bit to help you. He’s even bigger than you thought and he finds the audacity to smirk a bit at you, making you roll your eyes.

You stroke him a few times, hearing him whimper your name. You hate the way your throat tightens when he does. Your own pants are tossed aside quickly, along with your underwear. 

James’ hands grasp at your hips, and his eyes are dark and hazy as you look down at him from your place on his lap. His Adam’s apple bobs again as he swallows thickly, his chest a bit shaky as he breathes. 

It’s time to lock in, you think, and lean forward to press a kiss to his jaw. You literally watch his dick twitch and you lick up his neck to his ear.

“Are you going to let me fuck you, James?” You whisper into his ear, seeing his body shiver. A thought crosses your mind that being above him like this feels a million times better than being above him in GPA, but you force that idea away as soon as it appears. 

He whines, and you pull back, sliding a hand up to rest against the front of his throat. You tilt your head and see James’ entire face flush, his cock bright red and already leaking. “Well?”

“Yes, please, yeah…” He whines and you pretend not to absolutely relish in the way it sounds. 

You squeeze his throat a bit as you slide down onto him, and he practically cums right then. You smirk a bit, giving the both of you a moment to adjust. He feels really fucking good, too good. You find yourself enjoying every roll of your hips, every buck of his. You squeeze a bit tighter every time he tries to speak, and it always has his eyes rolling back and his hands gripping you harder. His body trembles, and pieces of strangled whimpers escape his mouth as you grind down onto him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” You moan out, the sound escaping you before you can stop yourself. One of James’ hands moves to your wrist, holding it but not pulling it away from his neck. In fact, at the next roll of your hips, he pushes your wrist closer, encouraging you to tighten your grip, and you do. 

The sight of his writhing beneath you is everything you could ever have hoped for. James is completely at your mercy, and it makes you feel invincible. You cum harder than you ever have in your life, and James follows not long after. 

You make the mistake of falling asleep next to him afterward, telling yourself that it’s to make him really think you like him. Not because you wanted to sleep with your ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heart beat. It’s just soothing. You tell yourself it won’t happen again, even though deep down, you know you’re lying. This has changed things for you, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.

The day of the next exam finally comes, and for once, you find that you aren’t nervous. You studied your ass off the entire past week, and with your plan to distract James going well so far, you don’t feel like you have much to worry about.

You take a seat next to James for this one, and he smiles lovingly at you. His friends snort, and you wonder what he told them. The talking stops instantly as tests are passed around. You spend the entire time brushing your foot against James’ calf, at one point bending over to pick up your pencil and purposely showing him your cleavage. It works to distract him, and you’ve convinced yourself that you have this in the bag.

You leave feeling confident, James following you like a puppy. He’s been by your side almost the entire time since you hooked up with him. You find you like having him around. 

As his hand slides into yours and his smile makes your heart skip, you aren’t sure if you're still lying to yourself about how you feel. The more time you spend with him, the more you find yourself liking him. It happens slowly, until one day you realize that the things that used to be frustrating about him now make him endearing. Your walls crumble like old castle walls, until you’ve accepted that maybe these feelings have been there since the beginning.

It’s these realizations alone that keep you from breaking down when you finally see the test scores.

“How?” You ask, eyes darting between your test and James’. You got a 98%. James got 100%.. “I was trying to give you a boner the entire time!”

“Joke's on you,” James says with a smirk, grabbing your test from you and pressing a kiss to your cheekbone. “That happens every time I watch you during an exam. I’m used to it.”

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Meanwhile...

A Match Made in Hell

Part 3 of (???)

1st part | 2nd part | Next part

A/n: This is so late, I'm so sorry for the wait. A lot of things have been going on lately.

I know it was originally going to be 4 parts but I had a few more ideas so I've been considering making it slightly longer.

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C/w:

"You sure there's nothing else I can get you?" The waitress says with a smile. You just look up to the kind face and try your best to smile back. "Oh, no, thank you, though." It was evening time at Madame Bo's but you've been occupying this booth for hours now, not sure where else to go. The light of the setting glowed throughout the place and radiated a nice warmth, causing you to feel at ease, causing you to doze off once or twice. "Alright, but Madame Bo insists that you have this until you're ready." They reach up to their tray and set a plate of bread sticks and rolls. This helps you keep your smile longer, helping it feel less strained.

You give a thankfully nod and reach out for one of the bread sticks. The waitress left, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You stared almost blankly at the bread sticks, feeling it's warm and crunchy texture in your hand. You didn't really feel hungry right now, in general, you didn't eat that much anymore. If it wasn't for Bo, you probably would've starved yourself.

It was so strange. Back at the Artika it was you constantly running around people making sure they were fed. Tomas, Kuai, and Cyrax were always so busy that you often had to remind them to eat. You giggle to yourself, oh, how the tables have turned.

"Well, are you going to finish that?" You're brought back to the present. You look up, Kung Lao and you feel your body relax. "Lao, you're early." You get up to hug him. "I know, try not to get used to it." He mused as he smiled to you. He said as he sat himself on the other side of the booth. He immediately attacked the appetizers, shoving bread sticks and rolls hungry into his mouth. You tried not to laugh at the sight of it, "Where's Raiden?" At this, Lao pointed outside the booth, you lean to the side to see and there is Raiden, or you think it's Raiden. You see him struggling towards you, trying to balance two giant trays of food and drinks. He slowly approached, wobbling this way and that, trying desperately not to spill anything.

You giggle a little as you rise from your seat and walk over to him. You take the tray off revealing Raiden's anxious face. "Oh, Hello there, Y/n." He sighs in relief as you take some of the load off. "Need some help?" You muse as you hold try in your arms. "That would be much appreciated." He nods gratefully as follows you to the booth, once there he side eyes as he sets the tray down . "This one was supposed to help me. But when I reached for the trays, I looked over and his was gone." By now, Lao ate almost all the appetizers, his mouth was crammed full of bread sticks, he looked at Raiden innocently with puppy dog eyes as if he was trying to say 'who, me?'. Raiden fixed him a hard stern as the two began to face off for a moment. Everything went still, your eyes darted from one to the other. Finally Raiden defaulted and chuckled to himself, "Oh, how could I ever stay mad at that face?" With a sigh he plopped down next to Lao.

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You had met Kung Lao and Raiden when you first came to the village. Madem bo had introduced you to them, encouraged them to let you stay with them, and they were so nervous. They remembered just how horrible Bi-Han was, they immediately assumed that since you were his wife, you'd be just as bad or even worse. Maybe you'd have a temper like him, maybe you would snap any second and attack them, they didn't know. When you first moved in with them they walked on eggshells and avoided you at all costs.

This didn't help your mental state at all, making you feel even more alone and isolated than when you first arrived. The journey from the Artika was lonely as it was scary, you wish you had someone to keep you company. When you arrived in Fengjian you had hoped to find someone, anyone to talk to. Madame Bo was wonderful, but she was always busy. So when she introduced you to them, she described them so wonderfully, maybe you believed every word she said because you were desperate to find some form of friendship, but you were excited to meet them.

So imagine your disappointment to see that they seem to want nothing to do with you. You'd wake and they'd be gone, you come home and they'd come when you were asleep. So one day you beat them before they woke up before they did. Lung awoke to the scent of something really good baking. It was like he was in trance as he rose up from his bed and basically slept walking into the kitchen. When Raiden awoke to leave, he found You and Lao in the kitchen. You were at the stove cheerfully cooking as Lao stuffed his face with pancakes.

They were in shock at how different you were compared to Bi-Han. They wanted to ask you so many questions. How did you and Bi-Han meet? How did someone Bi-Han bag an angel like you? Why did you leave him? But the moment they brought up Bi-Han, they noticed a look in you eyes. As if talking about him was too painful. They often wondered what happened between you two

Whatever it was, it had to have been really bad, they saw how heartbroken and miserable you were despite how hard you tried to hide it. They often hear you up in the middle of the night crying for hours on end. They wanted so badly to help you, maybe sit you down and talk to you about it. But even now, they fear that you're not ready to talk about it. So they decided it would be best to leave it alone for now, going as far as using code names to about him in front of you with upsetting you.

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"Lao and I can't stay long." You stop stirring your food around to look up to meet Raiden's eyes. It was dark outside now. You had spent hours laughing with the two that you hadn't noticed just his late it was. "Oh, what happened?" You say, trying not to sound too distressed by this. Raiden and Kung Lao were often busy training at the Wu Shi. They were gone for quite a few weeks, sometimes even months, and they got only just a few days to stay in Fengjian. You enjoyed it whenever they were here, things were so lonely back at their place. "When will you be leaving?"

"We have to go back tonight. We came here to see you one last time before we leave. Liu Kang's says something as about a potential threat. Something about a sorcerer called 'Shang Tsung'." Raiden says, a hint of worry in his voice. You once heard a sorcerer called Shang Tsung, it was one of the names Sektor mentioned had became allied with the Lin Kuei through "you-know-who". You didn't know much about who he was, you knew more about his Quan Chi and his sisterhood of shadow. One of them most especially. You felt a shiver down your spine. "I...be careful, okay? This sounds dangerous." You say fearfully. "You worry too much, Y/n," Lao gives you a reassuring smile. "We're warriors, this is what we trained for. We should be worrying about you." You would be home alone all over again. Raiden and Lao often wondered about you whenever they were away, you were still so new here, hardly knowing anyone besides them and Madam Bo. It sounded quite lonely.

"Oh, don't worry about me...I-I won't be alone tonight." You say sheepishly. Raiden raised his brow as Kung Lao sat up in his seat. "Oh? Are we talking about that "special friend" of yours?" Lao looked at you with a knowing gaze. You felt your face run hot under gaze. "He's just a friend! He's visiting me before he leaves to do business." You try to explain yourself, but Lao still looks at you as if he knows that it isn't that simple. "I hope you have a wonderful time with him, Y/n." Raiden tries to cut in, he has an encouraging look in his eyes. Your face felt hotter as he looked at you with his smile. "I-I mean I hope he has a wonderful time with you-WAIT NO!- I-I mean I hope you have...um...uh" it was now Raiden who was blushing as he tried to correct himself. You both avoid each other's eyes as you look down as your faces burn bright red with blush. Lao Burt's out laughing at the state you two are in, causing many people in the restaurant to look at your booth.

"W-We should be going." Raiden quickly rises to his feet. "So soon? We haven't even given Y/n any good advice so she can have a 'wonderful time'." Raiden grabs Kung Lao ear forcing him to rise out of his seat with a 'ow'. "Last I checked, you have never had a 'wonderful time' so I don't know what advice you could give her." Raiden looks at you embarrassed, "Y/n, be safe, okay? You know how to contact us if anything goes wrong." And with that he turns and leaves. "Be sure to breathe through your nose and maintain eye contact when you-Ow!" Lao tried to call back before Raiden drags him away.

Now you're here alone in your booth. More importantly, alone with your thoughts. You enjoy Raiden and Kung Lao company because for a while, you don't think about what happened. But when you're alone, you remember the memory of your husband, arms wrapped tight around another woman, a demon no less. "I need you." He whispers into her ear as he begins to undo his pants.

In Fengjian you have found a great amount of peace and joy. You've made new friends and finally found some stability that makes you feel safe. And with that, you found the time to finally think about all that happened. You've tried to do not to think of it that much, to think of Bi-Han. But it's so hard. What happened? How did it come to this? You did everything right. You stayed quiet unless he spoke to you, you taught yourself how to cook just for him, you learned every way you could satisfy him, you diminished yourself completely just so he could have his perfect little wife. You even tried to get pregnant multiple times, not because you generally wanted a child, but because he had dreams of being a father. Where did you go wrong? You thought you did everything right.

Why weren't you enough for him? You threw away your entire life just for him. You stopped talking tof69 all your friends and family because they warned you that he was no good. You had nothing now, because you made Bi-Han your everything, you loved him so much it hurted sometimes. You felt everything inside you crumble when you saw him with that Demon. Her smile still haunts you at night when you try to sleep. Now that you think about it, you struggle to sleep many nights. Your mind wonders. Was that the first time he cheated on you, or did he do it multiple times and you just never found out. Bi-Han and Sektor always seemed close, were they sleeping together behind your back too!?!

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Outside, the sun had set and you were climbing down the stairs of warm chaos of the restaurant and into the cool night. The fresh air of the outside and the sound of crickets made you feel at ease. "Leaving without saying goodbye, how rude." You hear a sweet elderly voice as you walk out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, Madame Bo, it's getting late a-and I have to meet someone." Madame Bo climbed down the steps to, the lanterns outside her restaurant illuminated her skin giving it an ethereal glow. "You left so soon you almost forgot this." In Bo' hands was a to-go plate, steam flowed out of it's opening as she handed it to you. You could smell the food inside, it caused to form a wide smile as you sighed at the scent. "You're too good to me." You sigh gratefully as you enjoy the heat emanating from the box.

Ever since you arrived in Fengjian Bo had made it her job to look after you. She offered you a job at her restaurant, whenever you came here Bo would insist on feeding you until you could hardly breathe, and best of all, she only charged you half the price. Honestly, it was the most loved thing you felt in a while. You cut ties with your mother because she didn't approve of your marriage to Bi-Han. You haven't seen her years. By the Elder Gods, you miss her so much. You eyes get hot, you try to open your mouth thank Bo but you can already feel how shaky your voice is. "Y/n..." Bo's eyes drowned with sympathy for you. "I-I'm fine..." You softly reassured her, battling tears from coming out your eyes. You did know which one you felt so stupid for, the fact that you left everything behind for him or because you still loved him. You still dreamed of him coming here to bring you back home, where there was no Sareena, just you and him.

"I don't know what happened between you two, but..." Bo found herself lost in her thoughts as she looked at you sadly, her concern making you feel worse inside. "Bo..." You say as you take her hand and give her a reassuring smile. "...there's no need to worry about me." You squeeze her hand gently as you try to force the smile to be bigger. "I promise... I-I'm just fine." You forced a smile on your face. Madame Bo let out a soft sigh as she lays a cup on your cheek. "Well, I'm here when you're not fine." Bo turned from you, she slowly climbed the steps until she was at the door. "Take care, Y/n. Tell that 'special friend' of yours that I said hi." And with that, she gently closes the door.

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The road home was quiet, just what you needed. A cold breeze flowed through the night air, it was nice. You felt at peace. You just focused on the sound of your heart against the quiet of trees. Kung Lao and Raiden lived just a little farther, in a house you'd be alone in. It'll only be for just a few days, you tried to convince yourself. Besides, your friend will keep you company just enough.

"Lady Y/n." You sound around so fast that you were dizzy for a few seconds. Standing before you was a Lin Kuei. A young man, you recognized his voice immediately. You remember he was one of the newest members to pass their training as become full fledged Lin Kuei. You stumbled back a few steps. Your eyes darted all over him as you begin to panic. "Forgive me, but I couldn't wait another minute." You clear your throat and straighten up. "State your purpose." you say firmly, hoping that he doesn't see the fear in your eyes. He nods, "The Grandmaster requests your presence," he walked up to you, a cold and discoplined look in his eyes. "I have come to collect you."

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The restaurant was a lot busier today. Waitresses busied around the place with trays of food for their waiting customers. You chose a different booth today, one on a higher level, the highest one you could get. There were always less people up here during noon so you were basically alone besides maybe at least 5 other people. You always picked your booth at a lower level, so Madame assumed you'd be down there so she didn't think to look for you up here. That was for the best. You needed to be alone to think. You replay what was said over and over again in your head, a blank look on your face. You look like you're in a daze, like your body was here but your mind was far away, add that with a hint of dread in your eyes and you looked insane. You've been like that since last night. Your friend asked you if you were okay, you had rushed into the house in a panic as if you were running from something. You assured him you were fine, you were just really excited to see him. Thank God he couldn't hear how hard your heart was pounding.

You couldn't sleep, you came to Madame Bo's the moment it opened early in the morning and you've stayed in this booth ever since. Your booth was right next to a window, since you were so high up you had a nice view of Fengjian. The village looked so busy with people buzzing here and there to get on with their lives, the fields where farmers slaved under the hot sun to bare fruit, the valleys just beyond the village glowed under the sun's rays. You look at the picture before you. This place brought you so much peace, so much joy. The most joy you've felt in so long. It's a shame you'll have to leave it all behind.

"Is this seat taken." A voice drew you out of your thoughts by a familiar voice. "Raiden!" you gasp as you rise to your feet to meet him. You find yourself quick to wrap your arms around him; you take in his warmth; you stay there for a few seconds. "I thought you were supposed to be at the Academy." You finally let Raiden go and fall back into your seat, "I am...but I wanted to see you one last time before I left." Raiden says as he sits himself across the table from you. You stared at Raiden questionably, a flattered stare painted your face. "You came back just for me?" Raiden smiles sheepishly as he blushes a little. "Yes, I...I...uh...wow that is a wonderful view." Raiden quickly changes the subject, he stares longingly at the window.

Raiden was acting weird, but you didn't care. You actually welcomed the distraction, your mind was so middled and conflicted, it felt nice to be taken out of it for just a few seconds. "Fengjian..." He sighs. "Fengjian..." You sigh in agreeance. You both stared out the window for a pleasant while. Raiden was bathed under the light from the window. You admire how he glowed, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, it was almost like he was a god with how much he glowed. Can you imagine that, Raiden, a god? You found yourself let out another soft giggle.

"What?" Sight of your giggling was contagious, Raiden found himself smiling even wider and trying not to laugh. "Oh, nothing. I-I think you just look really...nice." you found your face burning and you weren't why. Because of the sun or because of the blush painting your face a suble red. You noticed Raiden also blushing as he nodded gratefully. "Uh, thank you. I think you look nice as well."

Silence, again. Raiden finally interrupted it with a gulp, "So...how did you you...uh...date-thing go?" You felt yourself blushing ever harder as you remember. You were so caught up with the bigger half that you barely thought about it. "It went, I guess, we watched Johnny's new movie. It was really nice." You recalled it all so fondly. A large smile spreads across your face, Raiden shifts uncontrollably at this. "That's good, I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself." Once again, silence. But this time, you noticed nothing about Raiden. It's written all over his face, it's like he wants to say something. Something important.

"Y/n. I can't stay for much longer. I came back because I wanted to tell you...I lo-" Raiden immediately bites his lips as he stops himself. He clears his throat and straightens up. "....I don't know what happened between you and...him, but me, Lao, Madame Bo are here for you. We won't let him hurt you." Raiden looks you dead in the eyes as he makes this promise. You feel your eyes begin to burn with tears again. And again, you fight them off. "I...thank you, Raiden. I love you all so much..." You rise from your seat. "But some things...some things I need to deal with by myself." You walk out of the booth and walk to the stairs. You don't look back, you don't see Raiden longingly looking at you as you leave.

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It was colder tonight. Cold and unforgiving, as if Bi-Han himself were. You paced back and forth as you waited uneasily for any sign of the Lin Kuei. He was insistent, almost forceful, about his mission. And you were unsure what to say. You wanted to go back to Bi-Han, but after all he's done to you, how he betrayed you, how he shattered you. And you build an entirely new life, you loved it here, you loved all the people you met and made bonds with, the longer you stayed here the less you missed the Artika. You hated how conflicted you were. You were scared too, what if Bi-Han sends more Lin Kuei. Ones who aren't as patient as this one? What lengths will he go to get you back to the Artika?

At that second, you see a figure forming in a dark distance. The Lin Kuei's hard eyes are the first thing you see as he approaches. You take a deep breath as you walk up to meet him. "Thank you for waiting." You find the strength to settle your voice so it Isn't as shaky as when you rehearsed what you were going to say. He stares at you coldly, you stare back at him in the eye.

"As for what Bi-Han orders, tell him that he can go back to hell."

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A/n: In the next part... Bi-Han isn't happy, also Y/n's "special friend".

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

“Shit! Shit! Shit!,” a deep voice exclaims as something tumbles to the floor with a thud.

Your eyes pop open upon all the swearing, and your vision is met with an unfamiliar moonlit room. It wasn't until Yoongi jumped out of bed, still naked as can be from the night before that the memories of the night before hit you. He asked you to stay the night with him. You remember how it felt to fall asleep with his arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you to him. How the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep. You haven't slept that good in a long time.

You watch as he stumbles over his feet to his dresser, grabbing clothes frantically out of his drawers before slamming the drawers shut loudly. Sitting up as the confusion starts to clear, the blanket drops away from your chest, exposing you to the slight chilly air of the bedroom. You rub your tired eyes as Yoongi hops around, putting pants on before stumbling into his bathroom and turning on the light. Your eyes squint at the light as it suddenly illuminates the room and look at his dresser to see that the red blurry numbers on his clock read 5:30 am.

“Yoongi?” You question groggily. His head pops out of the bathroom with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. “What's going on?”

“It's our last market of the season,” he says after spitting in the sink. Coming out of the bathroom, he throws his shirt on and sits on the bed, placing socks on his bare feet. “It's always the busiest day. I'm so fucking late. I should have been down at the farm an hour ago. I have never been late like this before.”

“Do you want me to help?” You ask, still watching him. “I can get ready fast. I would just need like 10 minutes.”

“No, it's early. You should go back to sleep. Come down to the market after it opens. You can help then,” he crams his feet into his shoes without untying them.

“Here?” You question. “Sleep here? In your home? Alone?”

“Yeah, just lock the door when you leave,” he finally manages his shoes before blindly grabbing a jacket out of his closet. Throwing his jacket on, he runs his hands through his hair, trying to tame it.

“Okay,” you agreed softly, worrying your bottom lip.

Yoongi turns to look at you, staring at you for a minute. Approaching you, he presses his lips against your own, running his hands down your naked back. Pulling away from your lips, he lays you back, covering you back up with his blanket. It feels very domestic. It feels way too intimate.

“You're too tempting,” he whispers against your ear. It sends chills down your spine, and goosebumps form across your skin. It felt so good. “I'll see you in a few hours, darlin.”

With one more kiss, Yoongi leaves the bedroom, and you listen to his footsteps thump down the stairs. You lay your head back down on his pillow and listen as he leaves the house. In the distance, you can hear the garage door open and his car start. It feels weird being here in the quietness of his home. It's weird that he feels comfortable enough to leave you here alone. If you two were not dating, then what hell was going on? It feels like you're dating. Thinking back on it now, your drive the other night at sunset did seem like a date. The way he holds your hand, the way he looks at you, the way he runs his hands across your skin. It was confusing. Sighing, you flip the pillow over and close your eyes. The cool fabric feels nice against your skin. Clearing all your thoughts and confusion, you let yourself drift back to sleep.

Yoongi wasn't joking when he said that it was going to be busy. Upon your arrival, their line was at least 50 people deep, and they had been open for an hour already. The colder fall air and dreary sky aren't enough to keep people at home. You see Hobi helping people make selections by showing off their perfect produce, Kook is ringing people up with Jimin bagging the purchased goods. They were like a well-oiled machine when they needed to be. You, however, didn't see any of the others.

“Well, thanks for finally joining us,” Jimin said, turning to you as he hands you a bag to take over. “You know, it's rare for Yoongi to be as late as he was. He must have been up late or had company over. Would you know anything about that?”

“How would I know,” You deny his comments and focus on your task, bagging some squash sitting in front of you. “Where is everyone else?”

“Jin is working, of course. Joon isn’t allowed here,” Kook started to explain as his customer walked away to grab the bag from your hand.

“Why?” You ask, starting your next bag of veggies that Hobi placed in front of you. Thinking back, you realize that you don't think that you have seen him here all the previous times that you came. You wonder how he was able to luck out of working on the weekend.

“He knocked everything over one year. Apples went rolling as far as the eye could see,” Hobi said with a laugh. “You should have seen Tae running after them. It was very dramatic.”

“Tae is with your boyfriend,” Jimin informs you, as a smirk crosses his beautiful face. You can see Kook and Hobi stare at you in wonder. “We needed more pumpkins. They seem to be quite popular this year. They should be back soon.”

“Boyfriend?” Kook and Hobi speak in unison and stare at each other with a similar shocked expression blatantly ignoring their customers .

“Can we get through this line, please?” You ask, sounding desperate and reaching under the table for a bag. Your hand comes up empty. “I need more bags.”

“Back here,’ Hobi says, waving you over to follow him behind the tent.

Following him, he stops mid step, turns and stares you down. You stare back with little emotion in your face. He raises an eyebrow and you cock your head to the side. His eyes widen, staring at you harder and you follow suit mimicking him. He finally sighs and shakes his head.

“Yoongi?” He questions, crossing his arms. “You're not rushing into anything, are you? You were pretty upset a couple of months ago if I remember correctly. So upset that I couldn't get you out of bed. I thought you…and I quote… ‘Hate men right now.’ ”

“No, of course not. You're acting like I'm ready to run off with him. Besides, it only happened twice,” you say and visibly cringe at yourself as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Twice. You've slept with him twice?” You watch as his mouth falls open.

“And….we might have….maybe…gone on a date. Possibly, I think,” you tell him. “Besides, I thought you wanted me to date.”

“I'm confused,” he said, rubbing his head.

“Join the club,” you mutter. “He took me out past the farm to watch the sunset. We talked, and it was…nice. I was finally able to apologize to him for that damn article. I don't know, Hobs. He holds my hand, kisses me, and brings me things from the farm. It's weird, right? Like this came out of nowhere.”

“Eh, I mean,” he started and then shook his head. “I mean nothing,” he said quickly.

“You mean something, Hobi. What do you mean? What do you know?” You question as you step closer to him.

“Nothing, I know absolutely nothing,” he laughs manically, stepping back from you.

“What's going on?” Yoongi asks, popping out of nowhere, making Hobi appear even more nervous than before. In his arms were a couple of big orange pumpkins.

“Just talking,” Hobi said. His voice seems to rise in pitch as he avoids eye contact with his close friend. “About…nothing. Bags, we needed bags.”

Yoongi looks at the both of you strangely and walks away. You glare at your best friend. You've known him most of your life to know that he is hiding something, and it clearly has something to do with Yoongi. Why is he nervous all of a sudden?

“Hobi,” you say with a warning.

“Work, work, work. I gotta go bye,” he runs off without so much of a look back at you as he grabs two boxes of bags. What the hell?

“Hoseok!” You hiss as he disappears around to the front of the tent.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, appearing again, and you simply nod your head. “Come on.”

With his hand on your lower back, he directs you to a pristine red, shiny truck with Tannie Farms printed on the doors. The bed of the truck holds pumpkins of different sizes. Most were the classic orange, but smaller white pumpkins were also in the mix. Yoongi climbs in the back and hands you some smaller gourds.

“Did you get enough sleep?” He asks, and again, you simply nod your head. “Did Hobi upset you?”

“No,” you say. “He's just being…himself.”

“By the way,” he said, jumping back down. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out an envelope and hands it to you. “Here before I forget.”

Putting the pumpkins on the ground at your feet, you take the envelope. “It's money,” you say, surprised when you open it and the bills stare back at you. “Why are you giving me money?”

“It's for the hours that you have put in here and for your time making the bread and jams. Which, by the way, have already sold out. I told you we would pay you for your time,” he tells you.

“You don't need to pay me for being here. I thought I was just volunteering my time,” you say. “I was just trying to be nice and help out.”

“Too bad. It's already been decided, “ he tells you with a shrug.

Grabbing you around the waist gently, he pulls you against his body, pressing his mouth against yours. This is getting way out of hand for you. Casual sex, friends with benefits, booty calls, or whatever the hell is going on is starting to cross the line. Are you supposed to kiss booty calls like this? You think not.

“Yoongi?” You question as you pull away. “What’s going on between us?”

“Yoongi, pumpkins,” Kook calls as he pops his head around the tent, interrupting you.

“Okay,” he calls back and looks at you. “Well, I thought maybe we were just enjoying this? Do we have to have a label? I mean…I'm not seeing anyone else if that's what you're worried about.”

“YOONGI!” Tae calls out this time.

“Can we talk about this later?” He asks with a sigh, rubbing your arm.

“Sure,” you say.

You stuff the envelope into your back pocket and pick up the small pumpkins at your feet, and walk away back out front. Did you need a label? You had tried so hard to convince yourself months ago that you were never going to date again. You could almost see your future of being alone with those 8 cats named after sweets to keep you company. You are pretty sure that little orange Marmalade would be the sweetest. That was until Yoongi came along and made you question everything in such a short amount of time. So, did you need a label? No, you guess that you didn't. Maybe you can just enjoy this time with him and see what happens. You just hope that it won't come back to bite you in the ass.

The large swing on your porch squeaks with your repeated back and forth movements. You tighten the geometric patterned blanket around you as the breeze picks up some in the evening air. Stray hairs that have fallen from your messy bun blow in your face, tickling your nose. You tuck them the best you can behind your ear and out of the way. The sun has almost gone down, and the already chilly air has dropped considerably along with it. You pull your knees up and closer to your body in an attempt to keep warm under your blanket. The sunset, your glowing lanterns, and the tractors in the horizon were the perfect picture of tranquility. You were going to enjoy it as long as you could. You hear a knock against a door somewhere behind you. You ignore it, not wanting to interrupt the peacefulness.

“Y/N,” a voice calls out. Yoongi. You sigh.

“Back here,” you call back to him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, all bundled up in a black puffy coat and a matching beanie as he makes his way to you.

“Nothing,” you say, your eyes don't stray from the horizon.

Yoongi takes a seat close next to you on the white painted wooden swing. The swing jerks and rocks a little as he settles back. He uses his legs to gently rock the two of you back and forth. It was nice.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks quietly, and you turn your head to stare at him quizzically. “You know, because of what I said earlier today.”

“No,” you say with a slight shake of your head. “I don't blame you for not wanting more with me. There's clearly something wrong with me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, turning his body to look at you.

“Nothing,” you say quietly.

“Is this about asshat?” He asks, and you laugh quietly to yourself. “I'm going to be honest with you. I like you. I've always liked you, but I'm not going to be your rebound.”

“What? What do you mean you’ve always liked me?” You asked, sincerely shocked by his response.

“Why do you think I always forced my friends to go to the cafe almost every freaking day after school? I would send our water boy to scope out your section so you would wait on us,” he tells you.

“I don't understand,” you whisper, biting your lip in thought. You were always so wrapped up in your nervousness around him back then. Did you miss something?

“It was the only time you would talk to me,” he admits. “You never talked to me in school, and I couldn't ever figure out if you were dating Jin or Hobi.” You burst out laughing at that one. You lean into his body as your own shakes with laughter as your mothers words come back to haunt you. “Stop! It wasn't until college that Hobi said that you didn't date in high school after I quizzed him about you. I'm surprised that he never told you.”

“I knew he was acting funny today after I told him about us,” you say once your laughter finally stops. “No, he never told me. I guess Jimin never told you?”

“Jimin never told me what?” he questions.

“That back in college, I told him that I might have found you attractive,” you confess. “He still teases me every chance he gets.”

“Why didn't you ever say anything?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as a look of disbelief crosses his face. “That would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”

“Me?” You turn quickly to look at him with astonishment as the swing jostles under your movement. “You had a girlfriend. Also, you never talked to me either.”

“Not true,” he claims. “I called you pretty once in high school, and you completely shut me down.”

“When?” You ask with a laugh.

“Prom,” he declares.

You got quiet and thought back to your senior prom. You had gone with Jin, who had ditched you almost right away when his crush Seulgi flirted with him. You spent most of the night dancing with your friend Neyeon, and thinking back on it, now you do remember Yoongi talking to you. You remember him in his white suit coming up to you as you waited for your friend to come back with drinks. He said he liked your dress. It was light gold and sparkled under the lights strung around the venue.

“You said you liked my dress,” you say quietly. “You never said I looked pretty.”

“You should have read between the lines,” he responds.

“How was I supposed to know?” You ask laughing again. Yoongi puts his arm around you and pulls you into him, laughing as well. You let him and lie your head against his shoulder. “I get it, though. You don't fully trust me, and that's fine.”

“Don't say it like that,” he sighs.

“It's true,” you tell him as you focus on the darkening sky. “I left everything behind so easily before. I ran away. I wouldn't trust me either.”

“I trust you,” he says, tilting your head to look at him. “I just don't want you to be with me because you feel pressured to move on. We can just take this slow and label it at a later date.”

“I get it. You're right,” you admit, and he leans down to give you a quick kiss. “If we are taking this slow, then I guess we should stop having sex.”

“Now, wait a minute,” Yoongi says with a humorless laugh, and it only makes you start to laugh again. “You are a brat.”

You stand up from the porch swing and tighten the blanket around you once more. Yoongi follows suit and stands right in front of you. You lean your body against him, and he wraps his arms around you. No label now, but maybe down the road? You think you can deal with that.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asks quietly into the evening air, and you shake your head no. “Come on. I'll cook us something.”

“You can cook?” You ask with your face pressed into his chest.

“I guess you'll have to come with me to find out,” he comments, pulling away from you but takes your hand in his as he goes.

You give him a smile and let him lead you over to his house across the driveway. Yeah, you think you can take this slow.

《Chapter Eight》

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Failed Spanish test

Pairing: Hyuk x reader

Tags: fluff, established rs

Note: take this mosquito

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You were doodling on a piece of paper in front of you, trying to form a proper sentence in Spanish to answer the questions on the test. You'd spent days preparing, but it seemed like a waste because you were staring at those damn questions like a deer in headlights.

you sigh shortly, realizing that you can't write anything else, having only completed half of the test, but even then, you weren't sure if it was done correctly. So, you simply handed in your piece of paper, picked up your bag, and left the classroom. You sigh shortly, putting your hands in your pockets, and walk forward until you feel a touch on your body as someone wraps their arms around your waist, standing next to you.

you don't even have to look up to know who it is, "you finished faster than I thought", he leans closer to you, keeping pace with your rhythm

"I think I failed, Hyuk", you say quietly, lowering your head as you walk on, the class is over, and you can finally go home with him. But your mood is bad. Spanish wasn't your strong suit, but you put so much effort into this test that it's frustrating.

he walks alongside you, humming in response, tracing circles on your waist with his thumb, "if you'd asked me for help, I would have prepared you better than those silly books and videos on the internet"

you sigh, you knew you could, but you just didn't because you didn't want to cram his busy schedule of training and part-time jobs. it wasn't even that you were afraid of making a fool of yourself in front of him, because you're not that good at Spanish, and he's your boyfriend. it just seemed like you've been putting a lot of pressure on him lately, and he's been away so much, and it's frustrating, and you miss him more than you could have thought.

and apparently he noticed your pause and silence, the way you hesitated to say what you were feeling. grabbing you with both hands to lift you up in a wedding-style carry, "hey, hey, what are you doing, Hyuk?!" you grab onto his shoulders to stay upright as you're lifted off the ground, "we're going for ice cream"

"what?.." you don't have time to process the information. ice cream? right now?

"if you say you didn't do well on the test, why think about it now? we can eat ice cream to distract you" he holds you closer, reaches for your face, and kisses your nose, "a sudden date"

you blink when you feel a soft kiss. oh shit, it's embarrassing when he carries you like this in the middle of campus to distract you from your bad thoughts, "a sudden date?", you repeat, resting your head on his shoulder, smell of oil for bicycle chains, a hint of metal, and laundry detergent, "yes, a sudden date, and then I'll help you with your Spanish"

you snuggle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, have you really missed him this much? that you have this unplanned date makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

That's why the smile doesn't leave your face when he takes you an ice cream for two, takes you to the park to walk and you two are listening to music in headphones, "do you have a free day tomorrow?" you ask when you put down a spoonful of ice cream while looking at it.

he hums back, sticking a spoon into his ice cream and picking at it a little, "there's one morning class tomorrow morning, but then I'm free" he looks at you, bringing his ice cream to you so you can try it, "how about a movie tomorrow?"

you take a bite of the treat he's offering you, rolling it around on your tongue, "any ideas?"

he stops to lean closer to your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip to collect the rest of the ice cream and put it in his mouth, licking it with his tongue, "what about the horror?"

you reach for his lips, taking hold of the collar of his sweater, "if you don't scream" kissing him on the lips, which curve into a smile.

BONUS SCENE

you move in bed when you feel a touch on your face, opening your eyes, "Hyuk?"

you sigh, rubbing your face to sit up, "someone must have been too tired from the whole study week and decided to sleep until lunch" he puts his hand on your thigh, pulling you down with him as he lies across the bed, holding you in his strong arms, leaving small kisses on the top of your head.

"no, someone just had a lecture in the morning" you yawn, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his neck, climbing on top of him like a big sleeping pillow, "how did it go?"

his hands run under your sleep T-shirt, stroking your skin with cool fingers on your back, "it was just math, nothing special"

you don't say anything to him, just enjoying the comfort and warmth of his body as you lie in bed together.

maybe he didn't have any math class today, but he decided to stop by the Spanish class to help you with your test, which will give you a good grade and secretly rewrote your answers.

"So, would you like toast or pancakes for breakfast?", you smile, leaving a kiss on his neck as he asks, "Will you cook for me?"

"Yes, and then we'll choose a movie, just like we agreed", he sits down, wrapping his arms around your body under your thighs to carry you to the kitchen.

After all, he's been missing you all this time, with his busy schedule, so why not take care of you now to make up for his absence?

It's short, because I'm writing a few other works now, but take it for now

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TEENAGE FEVER g.satoru x reader

synopsis: you see him at the library, but did it take you too long to catch feelings for him?

warnings: angst, fluff, really long story, mentions of death and alcohol abuse but like very brief, suggestive content.

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The library was quiet. a warm summer evening as the last few exams cram themselves into one last week before summer. The university library was full, sounds of book pages flapping and students whispering their notes to themselves over and over.

somehow, you managed to find an empty table to set your pile of books on. as you settle yourself into your not-so-comfortable chair, a voice interrupts you.

"Hey, is anyone sitting here?" a soft voice asks.

you look up to see a boy about your age, his white hair falls onto his forehead. his blue eyes darting at you as he gives a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"yeah you can sit here it's fine." you say as you continue to do what you were previously doing.

'"thank you." he says before placing his stack of books right next to yours.

"im satoru by the way, gojo satoru." he smiles as he looks towards you through the stack of books with whatever little gap is between the two stacks.

"oh- uhm. im y/n." you smile back, frustrated with the disruption, but still keeping a smile on your face.

You couldn't help but notice that every so often, however, he kept stopping to scribble onto his sketchbook, a small book that sat in the midst of all his psychology and biology books, decorated with a small butterfly sticker that sat in the corner of the worn out book.

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Countless hours of studying and small glances at satoru later, finally deciding it's time to wrap up this session, you pack your things as you leave the table, giving him a slight smile before you head out.

"Well that's the end of that" you thought, yeah he might be the most gorgeous man you've ever seen before, but it was far beyond the time for you to be oozing over some guy you met three hours ago.

As you settle yourself into bed, you couldn't help but think about where you've seen satoru before.

"satoru...satoru..." you repeat out loud to yourself in an attempt to be able to get any sort of clarification on where you've heard that name before.

perhaps a childhood friend? a family friend? someone that was in your highschool at some point? you brush off the worry that stays in your mind as you doze off to sleep.

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The loud alarm sound rings through your ears like rings of fire harassing your ears, as you pick up the phone with your eyes still unable to keep open, you attempt to take a look at the time that reads on the screen 7:45AM.

"FUCK" you yell as you hurry up to grab whatever was the nearest piece of fabric to cover yourself up. no time to shower, brush your teeth or even have breakfast. rushing out of the university dorms at a speed that would usain bolt at shame.

"ms.y/n. you're late." the professor firmly commands. "yes yes i'm so sorry i don't know why my alarm rang so late i'm so sorry" you begin to sprout out anything in hopes of forming a sentence that could save you. "you're going to have to take the test later today, I cannot allow you inside the exam hall at this hour." your professor affirmatively says before turning his attention back to his computer.

sighing in defeat as you walk out of the exam hall, settling yourself on a bench that wasn't too far from the classroom knowing you couldn't trust yourself to go back to your dorm and return on time for the test.

"hey- take this" you feel a nudge at your shoulder, it was satoru already seated next to you at the bench.

'what's this?" you question, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, blinking a few more times to see clearly.

"ube bread, i know it's your favorite" he says, hand still out for you to take it from him.

"oh⎯ thanks, how'd you know?" you ask, confusion forming on your face.

"there was a sticker of it on your laptop, i saw it when i was sitting with you at the library."

"oh my god i forgot about that sticker, thank you i appreciate it"

"You should probably go inside the exam hall now, you look like you've had a rough morning," he says, getting up while a shit-eating grin forms on his face.

"yeah you're right⎯ wait what, HEY COME BACK HERE"

And off he goes, you hear that god damning beautiful laugh as he walks away.

god damn it, why are you smiling to yourself, focus on school, satoru won't benefit you in anything right now, before anything you need to make it out of here, why would you even think of such a thi⎯

"ms.y/n! Are you planning to take the test today!?"

"right⎯ sorry."

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Graduation day

The sun is high, unforgiving even through the thin layer of clouds that attempt to dim its heat. A sea of black gowns, tassels swaying, proud smiles, and tight embraces fills the courtyard. You stand among your classmates, robe swishing slightly as you shift on your feet, scanning the crowd.

There’s pride swelling in your chest, but underneath that quiet and persistent—is something else. A hollow tug, as if something’s unfinished. Or someone.

You haven’t seen Satoru in weeks.

After that morning he handed you the ube bread, you grew used to seeing him—his effortless presence, his annoying yet charming comments, the way he always somehow knew when you were too stressed and needed someone to pull you out of your own head. You started studying together more often. Talking outside the library. Walking home on colder nights, when the moonlight made his white hair glow like silver.

He never pushed. You never confessed. Something about it all felt fragile, like if you said it out loud, it’d break.

So you didn’t.

And then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.

No replies. No social media posts. No “hey, I’m skipping town.” Just… silence.

You tell yourself maybe he had a reason. Maybe he transferred. Maybe he didn’t owe you anything to begin with. But it still stings.

You force yourself to focus on the ceremony. Cameras flash. Names are called. Applause echoes. Then finally:

“y/n.”

You step up. The applause sounds distant, like it’s happening underwater. As you take your diploma, you feel like it’s not quite real—like the moment you blink, you’ll be back in that hard library chair, glancing up and catching his eyes across the table.

You exhale. It's over.

Except it’s not.

Because when you step down, as you're tucking your diploma under your arm, you hear it—

"Hey, graduate.”

That voice.

You turn, heart lurching up into your throat.

There he is. Satoru. Standing near the courtyard’s edge, just out of the way of the crowd. White shirt tucked under a blazer, hair tousled and a little longer, like he hasn’t bothered to cut it in a while. Same smirk. Same blue eyes. This time, they do reach his smile.

“You’re late,” you say, barely above a whisper.

He shrugs. “You were late to your exam. I figured I owed you one.”

“You disappeared.”

“I did.” A pause. “I had to. There was… stuff going on. Family. Some complicated things I won’t dump on you today.”

“But you could’ve said something.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.” His voice softens. “I didn’t think you’d notice I was gone.��

You scoff. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”

A beat of silence passes. Then, he holds something out.

A small, beat-up sketchbook. The same one he always carried in the library.

You take it.

“Page thirty-two,” he says.

You flip it open, fingers brushing against the paper. Page one is a rough pencil sketch of the library. Page ten—a hand. Page twenty—a field of flowers. And then, thirty-two.

It’s you.

You, hunched over a book. Laptop open. Sticker of ube bread in clear detail. A faint smile on your lips, drawn with such care it steals your breath.

“I kept drawing you,” he says quietly. “Even when I left.”

You look up at him. “Why?”

He shrugs, but his eyes say what his words don’t. “Maybe I couldn’t stop.”

A warmth creeps up your chest. You close the sketchbook slowly, holding it like it’s something sacred.

“So now what?” you ask.

“I don’t know. You tell me. I heard you’re free this summer.” He steps a little closer. “Unless you’re too focused on school or whatever.”

You laugh, the sound lighter than you’ve felt in weeks. “We just graduated, Satoru.”

“Perfect. That means you’ve got time.”

He offers you his hand, not in the dramatic, romantic way. Just a simple gesture.

You take it.

As the crowd slowly fades and the golden light of late afternoon stretches across the pavement, you walk with him—away from the ceremony, away from uncertainty.

Maybe this time, you’ll say it out loud.

Maybe it won’t break.

Maybe it’ll finally begin.

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your whole summer was spent with him. days at the park, evenings at the cinema, nights in his apartment, cooking together, playing together, normal activities friends do.

The unspeakable tension in the room kept growing, the more you tried to ignore it the tougher it got. how could you ignore the thumping feeling in your chest when he wipes something off your face while you're baking together, how could you ignore the days in the park where he picks out your favorite flower for you and puts it in your hair.

you often wondered if he felt the same, the feeling of not wanting to say anything too weird incase he thinks you're weird, but you always still felt at home with him. spending your late nights in your apartment staring at your ceiling instead of sleeping. wondering what he's thinking, surely⎯ there has to be some sort of mutual feelings there, right?

"hey, i need to tell you something, can you meet up later today?"

-satoru

"yeah sure, is everything alright?"

-y/n

"yeah, good news actually, our usual cafe at 6?"

-satoru

"yeah of course"

-y/n

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picking up your phone, to see the time 5:00PM. just enough time to get ready⎯heading to your closet to find an outfit, not too appealing but enough to bring out the soft features satoru always captures in his sketches of you.

doing light makeup and putting your shoes on, you head out the door to walk to the cafe.

as you walk through the cafe door, the bell at the top ringing grabbing the barista's attention, yet, today she's off. as she sees you she gives you a slight smile that doesn't reach her eyes and points you to satoru's table.

you brush it off thinking maybe it's just not her day. until you turn to see him.

you see her.

he looks at you.

your heart drops.

hands start shaking.

you try to force a smile on your face, his arm around her makes it hard though.

you try, you really do. All you want to do is turn around and run home crying. That's not an option currently, so you head over to the table. cursing every moment of your life that made you end up here.

"hey satoru" you say, still having a weak smile on your face, although the frown is trying to break through.

"y/n, this is my girlfriend, julia." he says, looking a little too happy for your liking.

"hi julia, nice to meet you" your hand reaching across the awkwardly small coffee table to shake her hand.

"Julia this is y/n, she's been my best friend since I was a loser in university." he introduces, raising a half-assed chuckle from her.

"hi y/n" she finally speaks, shaking your hand.

oh great, she has a voice. you wish you could say out-loud, although for now you keep it in your head. it's not her fault you were too scared to say anything to satoru before.

you sit through three excruciating hours of PDA and stories of how they met. wanting to cry or die through every second of it. maybe both.

"hey sorry to interrupt your beautiful story of how you guys met⎯ but i really need to go⎯okay bye." you sprint out of there before either of them could say a word to you. you couldn't stand the fact that he was smiling with someone else, probably drawing her in his sketchbook too.

you've felt that he was acting a bit distant for the past week or two, avoiding your touches, stopped bringing his sketchbook with him to draw you eating strawberries when you guys were having a picnic at the park. and when you asked why he stopped his response was⎯ "i just forgot where i kept the book."

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The drive home was the worst part yet, the tears making your eyes too blurry for you to see any incoming cars, people honking at you, some even rolling down their window to call you an idiot.

finally making it home, you slam your car door. walking to your apartment and fumbling with the keys to find the right one, seeing the key to satoru's apartment that he gave you months back. only making your crying worse.

you knew better than to let yourself fall for him.

The next week was a blur. forcing yourself to go to work and leave as soon as the clock hits 7, then spending the night in your bed eating junk food and barely taking care of yourself. The texts from satoru slowly stopped coming, from wondering why you left too early that day, to asking why you're not answering your texts, then finally, he stopped.

never bothered to show up at your door.

stopped checking in.

stopped asking about you.

stopped sending you silly tiktoks.

Well, why would he? He has a girlfriend that he is happy and content with.

you're no longer needed in his life.

and he's no longer needed in yours.

you blocked him on everything, all his social media, his number, even his spotify account. you were reading to take on this chapter of your life without him.

the teenage fever you felt with him was officially gone.

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three years later

you've grown, matured, forgotten about him. yet that polaroid of the both of you still remains on your mirror in your room. reminding you everyday of him.

you've become the successful architect you've always told him you wanted to become. joining a company that was treating you right, your boss was friendly enough, your coworkers were inviting you out to their weekly drinks, and your clients were always easy to work with, although here and there, there were clients that made you want to quit on the spot.

Your next day was like any other for the past two years: you wake up at 6:45AM, shower, brush your teeth, do your skin care, and head over to your closet to pick out your outfit of the day. seeing the polaroid of you and satoru held by a piece of tape on the mirror, making yet another mental note to yourself to remove it when you get home. Which never happens, at least you try.

you are out the door by 7:30AM, just enough time to go by your favorite cafe, and grab your spanish iced latte, yeah you know its basic, but you would never cheat on it.

and you're at your company building by 8:00 AM exactly, everyday, and nothing ever changed. ever.

until. you see him. walking towards the office door from the opposite direction, the whole world around you stops. his hair was a little longer, messier, still the same stupid blue eyes he used to get the last bite of your ube bread.

he wasn't wearing a tie, he never did, always said he hated the suffocating feeling of it around his neck. His suit looked like it was tailored especially for his figure, the white button up under it doing nothing to hide the faint outlines of his abs.

maybe if you turned around and called in sick he wouldn't see you, what was he even doing here?

you begin to turn around to take your leave until you hear it⎯

"y/n?" his voice calls out, still gentle, still soft, still the same voice you fell in love with.

"oh my god it is you" he says as you turn around to his voice, his smile reaching his eyes. He seemed genuinely happy to see you.

"yep, it's me." you say, giving a half-smile to him.

he starts walking towards you, as he goes for a hug, you back up. you didn't mean to, it just happened instinctively.

he frowned, trying to hide it with another smile, this one didn't reach his eyes though.

"I've been trying to reach you for forever, I assumed you just didn't want to be friends anymore" he said, so nonchalantly, so easily like the past three years without you went by like a breeze.

"Are you that dense?" you ask, finally standing your ground from his stupidity.

"what.." he said, genuinely shocked by what you mean.

"Like, are you seriously this stupid? Or are you choosing to ignore everything that we had between us? For years I have loved you. I've done things that weren't like me for you ever since I met you. i've spent my whole summer with you, told you my deepest secrets, called you up first whenever something exciting would happen to me." you cried, the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

"I loved you satoru! You just left me like it was nothing to get into a relationship with a girl you met a week ago! you led me on! this would've all never happened, all the pain you caused me wouldn't have happened if i never fucking met you!" you screamed. sobbing out your words, you couldn't stop even if you wanted to. It was like a word vomit.

"y/n i didn't mean to⎯" he says, his eyes filled with filled with horror, as he tried to grab your hands.

"let go of me!" you yelled, snatching your hands back. you retreat to running inside of the building. leaving him standing there. alone.

The tears wouldn't stop coming, as you ran through the halls of your building, people tried to stop you and ask you what's wrong, but all you could do was run to the nearest bathroom and sob your eyes out.

Why would you still care? this was years ago, you've healed. at least you think so.

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you've been avoiding satoru like he was the plague for the past month, you learnt that he comes in around the same time as you, so you put in the request to start thirty minutes later, which got accepted.

Another very crucial piece of information that everyone forgot to mention to you was that Satoru was the CEO of the company you're working at.

the day you learnt that you put in your resignation letter and immediately started job searching.

it was another excruciating day at the job, you sat at your desk, the voices of all your coworkers planning the next place to go have their weekly drinks, which you've been declining to go to lately but they never stop asking.

"hey y/n, are you joining us today?" your coworker angela asks, a sweet woman that always asks how you've been everyday since she saw you crying.

"not today, you guys go enjoy your night" you reply, giving her a genuine smile that doesn't show your teeth.

"Okay goodnight" she replies before following up with the rest of the group to the elevator.

you continue to sketch the design for the building you client wants, deciding to stay late to avoid meeting satoru at the gate for the fifth time this week.

The silence of the office is deafening. you hear the footsteps of the higher ups leaving towards the office, a few of them seeing you and waving goodbye to you before heading out.

until you spot satoru, immediately avoiding his gaze till you hear him telling the higher ups to continue without him because he forgot something in his office.

you hear his footsteps approaching you after he makes sure they're all gone.

immediately to start packing up your stuff to leave, you are not about to have this conversation with him today.

"sit." he commands.

"Excuse me?" you question, giving him a frown for the audacity.

"as your ceo i am asking you to sit, i have an important matter to discuss with you." he says, well fuck he got you there. I guess you are about to have this conversation with him.

"If it's not work related, I'm not interested." you say, crossing your arms.

"gosh y/n." he says, rubbing his temple. "It is a work matter now, can we please talk..." he says, his voice is softer, you can see he's trying to be gentle with you.

you sit down at your desk, as he grabs a chair from another desk next to you.

"Why are you quitting?" he asks, his once bright blue eyes darken, his pupils fully dilated. the warm brownish lights reflecting on his hair, he looks tense, but the moment feels relaxed.

"I found another job." You say sternly, no matter how gorgeous he looks right now, you cannot put yourself in the same shoes you put your nineteen year old self in.

"you're lying," he says. "maybe if you're going to lie at least don't search up architecture job openings on your work computer."

"Now you're stalking my search history?" you raise a brow.

"y/n⎯ stop putting words in my mouth" he sighs, rubbing his temples.

"but you literally are, how else would you know tha⎯"

"I broke up with her." He finally cuts you off.

"what⎯ " Why are you even asking? You couldn't care less.

"she cheated on me⎯ long story my point is⎯ i want to make it up to you." he says, his voice deep, soft, genuine.

"you can't just lead me on, forget about me and once you find me you give me a pity 'i wanna make it up to you' " you speak

"i didn't forget about you" he says, "you were running through my mind for the past three years. At some point, Julia was about to break up with me because I couldn't stop worrying about you." he says, this time looking down at the ground. "She said if I ever texted you again, she'd leave me, and I'd already thought you didn't want me to be in your life anymore after I introduced you to her so I decided to stop messaging you because I would've lost her too."

"and i couldn't handle someone else important in my life leaving me." his voice cracks.

flashback

he'd told you about his sister one day in the park, when he was sketching you, you'd seen the butterfly sticker once again, and decided to ask about it.

"my little sister" says, getting quiet.

"oh, what's her name?" you ask enthusiastically.

"it was Lia"

"was?"

"She passed away two years ago. my high-school graduation day." his voice cracks, "my dad had not gotten over my mom's death that happened six months prior, and he started drinking." "turns out that same day he drank before he drove to my graduation, and crashed before they could see me." he cried. "she gave me this sticker a day before, when i was sketching her while she was in my room"

you started tearing up, grabbing satoru to your chest as he cried for the first time in front of you.

"Is that why you skipped town weeks before graduation?" you ask, voice as gentle and soft as ever.

"yeah" he sniffed, "i didn't want to remember it all over again."

you hugged him tighter.

end of flashback

"satoru i didn't mean for that to happen⎯" you speak, softening your voice. "you know, lia never left you." you say grabbing his hand.

he just looks at you.

"please let me make it up for you, just⎯ just dont leave. stay here⎯ please." he says, grabbing your hand back.

"i⎯ i promise i won't."

he smiles at you, a genuine, real smile.

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It's been about two weeks since the conversation you've had with satoru. He's since been sending flowers to your desk every single day.

and does not miss a day. Every bouquet comes with a note writing one thing he loves about you. your coworkers never stopped talking about how they think is your "new boyfriend" as per angela's words, she says rolling her eyes to you in the break room. "i just hate gossiping, but⎯ you know, who is sending you the flowers?" she asks.

you know her intentions don't mean harm, and she would never go gossip⎯ let alone tell the others who's sending you the flowers.

"satoru." you say shyly, looking down at the suddenly very interesting sandwich on your table.

"WHAT" she yells, the coworkers having a conversation outside the break room looking your way due to her voice.

"hush! keep it down and don't! Tell anyone, Angela, I'm serious." you say, gesturing to her to keep her voice down with your hands.

"im sorry but⎯ gojo satoru!?" she hush-yells.

"yes⎯yes the gojo satoru" you sigh.

ever since that conversation you've had with him, you've both decided to take things slow, not wanting to ruin it by rushing.

you sit on satoru's couch in his office, waiting for him to finish his work call. He'd promised you lunch at your favorite restaurant tonight as a way of his 'making it up to you' but you know he's just hungry, and maybe does actually want to make it up to you.

"no⎯you idiot you cannot add that to the design the whole building will collapse⎯jesus you know what, do what you want but im not paying for the lawyer you're going to need." he yells before hanging up on the client.

"is that how you speak to clients" you chuckle, walking up to the front of his desk.

"they're all stupid" he frowns, walking up to you.

"you however, look gorgeous today⎯ and every other day, but something's in the air today" he smiles, grabbing your waist.

"hm, must be my excitement for the restaurant, or you're just a freak" you give him a wink, chuckling as you walk out of his office to the elevator. leaving him stunned behind.

"hey!⎯ you can't talk to your ceo like that!" he catches up to you.

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"you know⎯ i really like you." he starts, "i got with julia because, i thought you'd never like me back, so i tried getting over my feelings with you. once i found out you liked me i realized i fucked up and should've just talked to you⎯ but it was too late." he says, grabbing your hand across the restaurant table.

"you never lost me satoru⎯ when we leave here, i wanna show you something back at my house" you blush.

"already? i thought we were taking it slow" he jokes, a chuckle escaping from his chest. he smiled exactly like how he did when you were just teens.

"Satoru!" you hush yell, slapping his hand.

"after you m'lady" he says, bowing stupidly to you as he opens your car door.

you chuckle, blushing. "thank you kind sir" you bow back.

you both laugh as you walk up to your apartment, he notices his keys still on your keychain.

"You kept my apartment keys?" he asks.

"oh⎯ i just⎯ never thought to take them off, i don't know" you speak, embarrassed.

"cute." he briefly says, brushing it off as he walks inside behind you.

"so⎯ what did you wanna show me" he looks around, noticing how nothing about your apartment changed.

"Come" you say, grabbing his hand, leading him to your room.

He walks in and immediately spots it. the polaroid.

"you⎯ you kept it?" he walks up to the mirror, looking at the polaroid that caught both of your smiles from when you were nineteen.

"yeah, always made a mental note to remove it, but⎯ something in me didn't want me to" you shyly smile.

he looks at you through the mirror as he turns around and grabs your waist.

"y/n⎯ i love you." you say looking into your eyes, you've never seen his face so softened and relaxed before. his white hair falling onto his forehead as he never stops looking into your eyes.

"I love you too," you smile.

He kisses you. hard, and needy.

"I've been wanting to do this forever, you don't understand." he says. going back to kissing you harder, needier.

you both fall onto your bed, he lands on top of you but you both never stopped kissing.

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three months later

you wake up, blinking the sleep off of your eyes as you grab your phone to look at the time, 7:30AM.

"SATORU WAKE UP WE'RE LATE AGAIN" you yell, jumping up from his bed, putting on the nearest piece of clothing you found.

"baby⎯ i'm the ceo, i can-not come in if i want to" he says, closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

"YEAH BUT I'M NOT⎯ I CAN'T BE LATE AGAIN THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK AND WHAT IF I GET FIR⎯"

"And who's going to do that genius?" he cuts you off.

you stop in your tracks.

"oh⎯ you're right." you speak, relieved but defeated as you sit on the edge of his bed.

"come back"

"but we need to go⎯"

"please baby" he says, propping himself up on his elbows, giving you the puppy eyes.

"We need to get you brown contacts." you say, getting back in bed with him.

"I'll add it to my schedule" he sighs contently, holding you tighter to him.

"you're lucky you're his girlfriend," Angela says, sipping her coffee as she stands next to you in the break room while you make yours.

you chuckle. "I always tell him we're late and he lets the cockyness of being a CEO get to him," you smile.

"hm yeah" "im sure its that" she winks at you as she walks out the door.

"angela!" you yell.

"freaks!" she yells back.

you roll your eyes as you continue making your coffee.

"what's that about" satoru questions as he walks into the break room. hugging you from behind.

"nothing⎯ and no pda" you snicker.

"my baddd" he says rolling his eyes and putting his hands up like he got caught.

"i have two things i want to tell you"

"shoot"

"okay first, tomorrow⎯ day off for the both of us because i want a date night and no stress of work in the morning."

"And second," you ask, facing him.

"i want you to be my secretary" he smiles

"what⎯ but that position is already taken i can't just⎯"

"you will⎯ or no work, you practically live with me and i'm obviously providing for you⎯ speaking of why aren't you moved in with me, besides the point i don't want you working, but having you next to me everyday would better" he leans on the counter next to you.

"fine⎯ but we're sending your current secretary a gift basket and flowers" you say starting to walk out.

"Whatever you want my sweet princess" he chuckles, giving you a kiss on your cheek before heading out the other way to his office.

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The date night was relaxed, satoru's living room lights were dim, you were sitting on the ground in front of his couch, waiting for him to bring the steak to the coffee table in front of you.

"and here is the food" he says, placing down each plate carefully, as proud of himself as ever.

"I have one more gift," he smiles, his voice soft.

He comes back from inside the room with a book. you recognise it. It was his old sketchbook. but new.

"I bought this sketch book, the same as my old one, when we stopped talking." he says, sitting on the ground next to you. " I've made this book specifically for you. i never stopped drawing you y/n. every time i missed you i drew you, which was all the time."

you take the book from his hold as you flip through each drawing, he draws you in every perspective, all the sketches labeled with the date, starting from three years prior.

every sketch you flipped through had focused on a new feature of you, your light freckles, your dark eye color that he managed to capture so bright, your smile when you were eating a chocolate strawberry.

"Satoru this is⎯ i can't believe this" you say.

"page three-hundred-sixty-five." he says, softly smiling at your expressions.

as you flip through the book to find the page you see it. a sketch of you flashing a big wedding right, your smile captured perfectly in the drawing.

as you look up at satoru, you see the tiny box in his hand, your eyes widen.

"y/n. will you marry me" satoru asks as he opens the box, the same wedding ring as the sketch is in the box.

your eyes start to water as you look at him, your lips quivering.

"yes!" you yell, jumping onto him wrapping yourself around him as you cry.

He stumbles back a little as you jump into his arms, letting out a surprised laugh, but he catches you like it was always meant to happen — like you’ve always belonged there, in his arms, like this.

You bury your face into his neck, tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt, and his arms tighten around you.

“You idiot,” you whisper through your tears, your voice shaking. “You really kept that sketchbook all this time?”

“Of course I did,” he murmurs, a smile playing at his lips as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Did you think I wasn’t serious about you?”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your fingers brushing away the strands of white hair sticking to his forehead. He’s smiling now — truly smiling. Not the playful smirks or sarcastic grins he used to flash across the library table. But something real. Gentle. Almost shy.

“I didn’t think…” You shake your head, laughing softly. “I just never imagined this.”

“I did,” he says quietly, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. “From the moment I saw you talking to your books like they owed you rent in that quiet library corner.”

You laugh again, and he leans in to kiss you — soft and sure, like he’s sealing a promise he made long before today.

When you finally pull apart, he slides the ring onto your finger — the same design he���d once doodled absentmindedly in the margins of his sketchbook, right next to your smiling face.

It fits perfectly.

The city buzzes behind you. The lights blur in the corners of your vision. But none of it matters. Not really.

Because in that moment — wrapped in his arms, heart beating wildly, the weight of the ring grounding you in something that feels both terrifying and beautiful.

he kisses you again, this time it feels different.

it's your soon to be husband kissing you.

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Friends with Benefit to Lovers - Wonwoo

a/n: thank you for all the luv, xoxo 💋❤️

warnings: suggestive ending, angst, fluff, being left out, reconciliation.

you and Wonwoo have been tight since freshman year, forged through late-night cram sessions, shared slices of greasy pizza, and endless games of FIFA. it's that kind of friendship where you know each other's quirks better than your own.

one friday evening, you find yourselves at a frat party, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and the bass from the speakers pounding against your chest, you're just happy to be along for the ride, nursing a red cup of something that tastes suspiciously like punch.

you watch from a distance as a girl from Wonwoo's course sidles up to him, their conversation growing more animated by the minute. part of you wants to intervene, to remind Wonwoo of your existence, but another part—the stubborn part—refuses to budge. so you sit there, nursing your drink and pretending not to care. 

you had drunk so much that the party went by too quickly, the cheap alcohol from the punch felt like a punch to your liver. some of your friends still tried to talk to you, but your social battery had already run out.

so, you stay put on the worn-out couch, drowning your thoughts in another cup of punch that's probably more sugar than anything else. the party is winding down, people stumbling out the door in twos and threes, but you're stuck here, waiting for Wonwoo's ride back to the dorms.

time stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for Wonwoo to notice you. finally, he appears in front of you, his expression unreadable. "let's go?" he says, his tone flat.

you stand up without a word, ignoring his outstretched hand as you make your way to the door. the car ride is suffocating in its silence, each passing mile stretching the tension between you until it feels like it might snap.

back in the dorm, you head straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself. as you're drying your hair with a towel, Wonwoo's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "why are you like this?" he demands, his frustration palpable.

you whirl around, towel still clutched in your hand. "remembering my existence now?" you snap. Wonwoo's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

you square your shoulders, refusing to back down.

"it means you've been ignoring me all night, and now you expect me to act like everything's okay? i'm not a mind reader, Wonwoo. i can't just pretend like nothing's wrong."

"are you telling me this because of soojin?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

you roll your eyes, unable to mask your irritation. "like it's not obvious," you mutter under your breath.

Wonwoo's expression softens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "look, she's just a girl from my class. we were talking about a new project, that's all. there's no need to feel jealous."

you scoff, cutting him off before he can finish.

"jealous? you think i was jealous?" you shoot back, incredulous. "no, i wasn't. i just didn't want to go to a party and be alone the whole fucking time!"

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"yes, i was with my friends," you concede, your tone softer now. "but i came with you, Wonwoo. and i... i wanted to spend time with you."

"i know, i know," he starts, his tone apologetic yet tinged with frustration. "but i thought you'd be fine with your friends for a bit. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you let out a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it's not just about being fine with my friends," you say, your voice quieter now, tinged with hurt. "i came here with you, Wonwoo. i wanted to spend time with you. but instead, i felt like i was just tagging along while you hung out with someone else."

Wonwoo's shoulders slump, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck.

"i didn't realize you felt that way," he admits, his voice quiet.

"well, now you do," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. "and it sucks feeling like i'm just some afterthought."

you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the argument draining every ounce of energy from your body. you're exhausted, emotionally spent, and all you want to do is close your eyes and forget about the whole thing.

but before you can even think about resting, Wonwoo kneels down in front of you, his expression soft with concern. you meet his gaze, the weariness in your eyes mirrored in his own.

"hey," he says gently, reaching out to take your hand in his. "are you okay?"

you nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "i'm really sorry about earlier," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't mean to upset you."

you manage a weak smile, the tension in your chest easing slightly at his words. "it's okay," you assure him, the weight of the argument already starting to feel lighter.

Wonwoo leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "i just want you to know that you mean a lot to me," he murmurs, his words a whispered promise. "I didn't realize how much my actions were affecting you. you're not just some afterthought, I promise."

you feel a weight lift from your chest as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. 

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice with a familiarity that makes you mewl. you melt into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if you never want to let him go.

that was another thing about Wonwoo – he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

as the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue like a sweet addiction.

he pull back slightly so both of you can breathe.

"you're not just my friend," wonwoo confesses, "you're... you're so much more than that."

your heart feels like it's about to burst from your chest as you search his eyes.

"I've been scared to say it, scared to admit it even to myself," Wonwoo admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I can't deny it any longer. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. "I've loved you for so long."

he kisses your forehead, your lips, giving the smile that you've always loved.

you pull back, caressing his chin and jaw with your hands.

"you know," you murmur, "just because you're sorry doesn't mean i'm going to go easy on you."

Wonwoo chuckles "i wouldn't expect anything less," he replies.

you smirk, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "good," you say, your tone teasing. "because i have a few ideas about how you can make it up to me."

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What Once Was Mine

Chapter 18 - Not Alone

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed. Let me know if I missed anything!

Additional Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, Binnie is seriously the best boyfriend ever

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It took you a couple of hours of enduring the end of the world as you knew it before you finally felt like you could start driving. Honestly, you didn't want to leave. It felt like if you stayed in the parking lot, you could simply pretend that this was just a bad dream. If you stayed there, you could pretend that you would still be welcomed back into Hyunjins home with welcoming arms like always. But you had to go home and grab some extra clothes.

At some point in the middle of all your possibly overdramatic doom you had managed to get a hold of Felix. Initially, you didn't want to bother him. It was late and you knew he had been cramming for an important exam, but in the end your agony won out, so you caved and called him anyway. Funnily enough he picked up on the second ring, very much unlike Jisung and Changbin, sounding so startled and groggy that you couldn't help but feel your spirits lift for the briefest of moments. You had totally assumed he also wouldn't pick up the phone.

“I'm glad you called, I fell asleep at my desk and would have probably stayed here all night,” he mumbled, smiling sleepily over the line. You had managed a laugh and were even able to get in some gentle teasing before your sniffles eventually gave you away. 

It was only after some insistence from Felix for you to tell him what had happened and a brief rundown over the phone (along with more tears) that Felix urged you to come over. Well, less urged and more demanded lovingly. He absolutely would not take no for an answer and you loved him so much for that. So here you were, quickly running home to gather a few things to spend the night with him. 

You didn't linger in your apartment long. The longer you were inside, the more the fact Jisung wasn't home seared itself into your brain - exacerbating your loneliness and frustration. You didn't want to be mad at Ji, you knew it wasn't his fault he was so busy, he was probably even asleep, but you couldn't help the sense of betrayal. He should've been there for you,  you wanted him to be there… Shaking the nasty thoughts from your head you finished gathering your things. In a flash you were back in your car, overnight bag flung haphazardly in the back seat of your car, tumbling around as you zoomed to Felix and Chan's shared apartment. 

“Hey, you're here sooner than I thought,” Felix said as he opened the door, his beaming smile already doing wonders for your nerves. Wordlessly the two of you fell into a hug, his surprisingly strong embrace helping to ease your aching emotions before he ushered you inside. 

“I'm sorry for-” you began, only to be cut off by Felix shushing you.

“Don't start. You have nothing you need to apologize for,” Felix said sternly, his hand holding yours tightly as he led you to the couch. 

“I just… I know you're busy studying and all. You have big exams coming up.” 

“It's not like I'm taking them tomorrow. Besides, I've been cramming all day, taking breaks and focusing on other things is healthy,” Felix countered, taking your duffle and throwing it onto his bed before quickly making his way back to you with his fluffiest blanket. “Are you hungry?” He asked gently

“Not really…” you mumbled as he draped the soft fabric around you. 

“Okay, I'm going to get you some water, I'll be right back.” You nodded tiredly, drawing your legs up onto the couch as Felix fetched your water. You didn't realize how thirsty you were until you had the cup to your lips and were guzzling the liquid down greedily. 

“Want another glass?” Felix asked, although he didn't even wait for your answer before he took the empty cup from your hands. When he was back with the refill is when he finally settled on the couch, the two of you facing each other as you sipped at the water with less urgency this time. The two of you were silent for a long while, Felix watching you with gentle eyes. Eventually you felt ready to talk.

“You know what Hyunjin told me tonight?” You began, your throat feeling tight. 

“What did he tell you?” Felix asked gently, leaning in and placing a supportive hand on your knee. 

“He… he told me he loved me, he said he's been in love with me and that he's never said anything because he was scared.” For a moment Felix was silent, blinking as he processed what you just said before he scooted closer to you.

“O-oh, uh, wow. You didn't mention that over the phone,” was all he could manage to say. 

“I was still hurting over him kicking me out of his life… and I was also upset from not getting a hold of Ji or Changbin…” 

Glancing over you noticed Felix adjusting next to you, sitting more comfortably before stretching out an arm. Unfurling yourself, you gratefully leaned into his side as he rested his head on top of yours, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder. You and Felix may not have been close for long, but you were happy it happened. You didn't know how you would've handled tonight if you had to do it alone. 

“So, for clarity, you're just upset because Hyunjin ‘kicked you out of his life’ as you put it?”

“Don’t forget the part where neither my boyfriend nor my remaining best friend answered my phone call,” you replied petulantly before feeling guilty and hastily adding, “but I get it's stupid to be upset at them for that.” 

“Well, I dunno, considering the fact you barely get to see either of them anymore, I can get why you're upset they're not here now.” You felt a bit of relief by Felix's validation, but that feeling soon went away with his next question. “But why did Hyunjin say he couldn't be friends with you anymore? Why didn’t he try to find a compromise like he did when you decided to date Bin?” 

You had only given Felix the most bare bones explanation of what happened tonight, not getting too much into detail about the painting you found, its title, or the specifics of Hyunjins confession. It seemed like now was the time to explain. Pressing your lips together, you ran your finger over the edge of your cup, debating over if you even had the emotional strength to recount what happened just hours prior. But you also knew Felix, if he's asking then he truly just wants to know, and who knows, maybe talking about it would help you sort your own feelings on what just happened. 

Placing your cup down on the floor you pulled the blanket closer around you, cuddling to Felix as you began your explanation. It took a bit of time for you to get through what happened, why you were there, why you let yourself in and waited, how you discovered the painting and what it looked like, and the shock of Hyunjin finding you. You had broken out into tears when you got to Hyunjins confession, repeating almost verbatim the words he said and your reaction. Felix sat silently, listening intently and comforting you as you cried. When you were done Felix looked as if he were deep in thought, carefully considering his words before speaking. 

“What's on your mind?” You asked, blowing your nose into tissues your sunny friend got for you right as you started crying. 

“I just… I don't want to say anything that would make you upset. Not right now.”

“Whatever you have to say can't possibly hurt me more than what I've already heard tonight,” you reassured, tossing your wadded up tissue paper into a nearby trash can. Felix sighed. 

“It’s just… You got upset at Hyunjin for not confessing, but in all this time you were around him, you did the same thing. You can be upset at your lifelong friendship ending, but I don't think it's fair of you to be mad at him for not saying anything when you never said anything either.” Being slapped in the face 100% would have hurt less than hearing the words Felix just said to you. Your knee-jerk reaction was to pull away, get defensive, but before you could he continued, his hold on your shoulder tightening. 

“I'm not saying this to make you mad, I'm just making an objective observation, because I don't want you to hold on to any kind of resentment. But at any time you could've told him how you felt, told him that you loved him. Even now he doesn't even know that you feel the same, just that he hurt you. You may not have said it ‘cause you were too mad or ‘cause you're dating someone else, but while he did a stupid thing sleeping with other girls - and yeah he did string you along - at least he fessed up in the end. He came clean, about his feelings for you, about his shortcomings, and he even apologized. Like I said, you can be upset, but can't you at least be glad he said something and did what he thought was best for the both of you?” 

You sat for a moment, feeling rather pouty because ultimately you knew Felix made a valid point. Well, he made quite a few valid points. You could've been the first to confess, to have risked rejection for the sake of your relationship with Hyunjin, but you never did. Like Hyunjin, you too feared change, feared being told he didn't feel the same, you too wanted to hold on to the fantasy that he was yours in the fleeting moments you two were pressed together instead of taking the steps to make that fantasy real. While you hated that he felt so inadequate - so jealous - next to Changbin that he thought ending your life-long friendship was the best option for you both, if you put your feelings aside you knew even that was an act of love. Even now all Hyunjin wanted was what was best for you and for himself, even if that meant he wasn't in the picture. The more you thought about it, the more it broke your heart. 

“And as for Han and Changbin, do you plan on telling them everything that happened?” Felix's question pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to turn to him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you going to tell them why Hyunjin stopped being friends with you?” Wow, was Felix heaping the heavy questions on you.

“Oh, I hadn't thought about that…”

“You don't have to answer me right now, I just asked so you could think on it. I just know they're going to freak out once they realize you called them so many times, and so late.” 

“Especially Binnie…” you said with a sigh, “he knew I was going to Hyunjins to try and work things out.” 

“Wait, he knew? And he didn't wait up to see how things went? Or even send a text to see how you were doing?” 

“No,” You said with a shake of your head. “He went into work just before I left, he probably got caught up on whatever project he's got going on.” Felix made a face that was hard for you to read before settling back into the couch.

“Still… if he knew, he should've at least checked on you.” The look on Felix’s face told you he had more to say, but whatever was on his mind, he kept it to himself. The most you could do was hum in agreement as the two of you settled into silence on the couch, the both of you pondering. 

It was a random social media notification on your phone that made you eventually look at the time. It was almost three in the morning. 

“Woah, no wonder I’m so exhausted, I thought it was just all the crying,” you said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, showing Felix the time.

“I guess we should get to bed, you’re sleeping with me okay?” You once again only nodded, the two of you preparing for bed separately. Your body was heavy and you only had just enough energy to remember to send a quick text to your boss that you weren’t feeling well and would be needing the next couple of days off before you sluggishly made your way to Felix room.

He was already sitting in bed, waiting for you. With a tired smile you flopped into bed next to him, feeling rather spoiled as he tucked you in and turned out the lights before settling in next to you, stroking your hair and humming a gentle song. Your insides were still a mess, but things felt just a little bit better after talking with your friend. You felt a bit more supported, a bit less disparaged, a bit more ready to take a pause before beginning to reconstruct your life without Hyunjin in it. 

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It was a little past noon by the time you woke up according to the comically large digital alarm clock Felix kept by his bed. You were feeling ragged and exhausted, a sharp contrast to your slight emotional relief. Once your senses somewhat came about you you became aware of a noise coming from right outside Felix’s room. In wracking your brain for even a single guess as to what that noise could be you vaguely recalled how earlier in the morning you had heard the sound of a muffled pounding, followed by the feeling of Felix getting out of bed. You don’t recall Felix ever returning to bed and had managed to slip effortlessly back into sleep when you remained undisturbed. It was only when you stumbled out of Felix’s bedroom and were bum rushed by Changbin’s tight embrace that you realized that the pounding noise earlier was probably Changbin’s fist hitting Felix’s door. You were still groggy as he held you tightly, you were just barely able to wrap your arms around him when you noticed through your bleary eyes that Jisung and Chan were also here. 

“Hey, you guys are alive,” you joked with a teasing smile. You couldn’t help but notice Jisung wince, you certainly felt Changbin’s embrace get tighter, making it hard to breath.

“I’m so sorry Bunny,” Changbin suddenly said, “Felix said you had a hard time last night. I’m sorry… I should’ve been here…” Changbin muttered against your hair. You were torn between wanting to agree with him out of hurt or reassure him because, well, it was late. Luckily you didn’t have to make that choice, because Felix’s usually chipper tone came out more sternly than you’ve ever heard him be before.

“You really should have Bin, now let the poor girl go brush her teeth, she just woke up.”

Reluctantly Changbin did as Felix said, releasing you after placing a soft kiss to your forehead. There was an odd look on Changbin’s face when you looked up at him, you attempted to reassure him with a small smile but that only seemed to make things worse. There was an obvious tension in the room and you were only all too happy to escape it as you made your way to the bathroom. You unfortunately only received a modicum of respit as, when you closed the door behind you, you could hear the boys start their conversation back up again, talking in strained, hushed tones.

“Felix, you don’t have to be so harsh on him,” Chan admonished gently but sternly.

“Chris, no. Don’t defend him,” Felix snapped back, a clear edge in his voice. “I know you guys are older than me but I’m not happy here. He knew what she was going there for, we were up ‘til three a.m., she sat in her car alone for at least in hour before even coming here, if not longer, cause nobody picked else would pick up their fucking phone.”

“We were busy with work, we didn’t know-” Jisung piped up only to be cut off by Felix.

“Exactly Han, you guys were working, you guys were awake. It’d be one thing if you guys just went to sleep, but it’s the fact that all three of you were awake at the time but were too busy working to even stop and check who’s phone was vibrating on the goddamn table. Especially Bin who, again, knew she was going to try and patch things up with Hyunjin last night. Answer me this Bin, did you not think anything could fucking go wrong???”

The room fell silent for a long while before you just barely managed to hear Chanbin speak up.

“No… I didn’t…” 

Unable to hear anymore you pull away from the door, purposefully dragging your feet as you washed up, did your business and brushed your teeth. As you were towel drying your hair you noticed that the muffled arguing had subsided. It was so eerily quiet that you half wondered if the guys had left, assuming they needed to step away to cool down. Well, you were half right. Sitting on the couch was Changbin and Jisung, the two of them holding a hushed and strained conversation. They hadn’t noticed you exit the bathroom at all, the two of them too wrapped up in their conversation with each other.

You took the opportunity to really look at them, it had been a while since you’d seen the two of them at the same time and it felt surreal. Jisung had promised the two of you would eat dinner together the last time you were at their studio, that was almost a whole month ago now and that dinner never happened. You had only seen Changbin the morning before after days of only being able to spend sporadic texts back and forth. These were some of the most important guys in your life and you’d barely seen them in just over two months. They looked tired. 

Suddenly Jisungs eyes flicked up, catching your figure against the bathroom door frame. 

“Y/N,” he said tersely, causing Changbin’s head to swivel to face you. Swallowing his nerves, Jisung made room on the couch so you could settle between your two boys. You eyed them for a moment, not moving right away. The two guys shared a weighted glance before Changbin reached his hand for you.

“Bunny, please. Let us apologize.” Changbin’s voice was strained and you couldn’t miss the matching pained looks on Bin and Ji’s faces. You sighed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest as you brushed past Changbin’s extended hand and plopped down in the vacant spot they made for you. Changbin tried his best to hide the hurt he felt, you had a right to be mad.

“Bunny, I- We-” Changbin began but was quickly cut off.

“I think Felix kinda stole my thunder,” you joked a little awkwardly, not trying to get into the heavy stuff right away. You had spent the entire night feeling the weight of your emotions crushing you and you had just barely woken up, you wanted just a moment longer of levity before you had to face all of those suffocating emotions again. “I love him for it though, I’m not entirely sure I’d be able to face you two and say everything he did. I didn’t know he had so much fire hidden behind that cute face of his.” 

Jisung’s hands clenched in his lap. Normally he’d be the one to speak up on your behalf when you were too beaten down or tired to do so yourself, for years he was the friend who backed you up and stood up for you. It felt horrible to be on the other end. 

“Yeah, Felix is a good friend to have,” Jisung managed to say, unable to fully play along as his posture remained stiff and he kept his eyes trained on his lap. 

“He is, I’m lucky he and I have been getting close…” you say with a tone of melancholic sincerity. You truly did love getting to build this bond with Felix, you just hated what the catalyst was. 

“...Are we going to dance around this all day?” Jisung asked after a beat of silence, his eyes darting up to you only to suddenly be met with your frown pointed right at him. 

“Ji, I’m exhausted. I’ve been sad all night, I’ve been crying for hours, I haven’t even had anything to eat yet. So excuse me for not wanting to jump right into the shitty night I had right away,” you huff, standing abruptly and making your way to the kitchen. Jisung felt Changbins sharp glare stab into him, but he ignored it, standing and following you to the kitchen with Changbin following suit. 

“I know your night was horrible but-”

“No you don't, Ji!” You snapped, whirling on him and fixing him with a pained look of your own. “I think Felix pretty accurately covered it, you guys were up! And apparently at least one of you heard a phone going off, but neither of you bothered to check on me, neither of you were there for me in the end! It was Felix who was up with me all night! It was Felix I cried to! And it was Felix who learned what happened while you two spent all night in your studio again!” Changbin wilted at your words, knowing you were right. But Jisung was stubborn. An unfortunate side effect of such a long standing relationship, sometimes you fight when you really shouldn’t. 

“What the hell are we supposed to do Y/N? We can’t just stop working, we’re swamped! We can’t spend all our time with you anymore!”

“You haven’t been spending any time with me Ji! You, specifically! I saw Changbin yesterday, you I haven’t seen in a month!” 

“That’s ridiculous and you know it, you’ve seen me.”

“When, Ji? WHEN? The last time I saw you was when I came to visit the studio and that was a month ago! You’re never home! You sleep either here or at the studio, I get sporadic texts from you both at best and radio silence for days at worst!” By this point you were shouting so loudly you felt your throat tightening, tears were brimming your eyes but you refused to let them spill over. “I’m not saying you have to spend all your time with me, but at least spend some time with me! You guys are my fucking boyfriend and the only best friend I have left! I love Felix, I love him for being here for me, but he’s not the first person I wanted to tell the actual life altering revelation that Hyunjin is in love with me!” Your voice wavered as you spoke before finally choking out into a violent sob. You hated the tremble in your hands as you pressed them against your face, trying to hide yourself away behind them as you cried and left the two guys stunned. 

“He told you that?” Changbin asked hoarsely, unsure of how to feel. He watched you nod before attempting to reach out to you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder to test the waters. You flinched at the contact but before he could fully pull his hand away you relaxed against his touch, giving him the confidence to pull you into his arms. You let him hold you as all the heavy and complicated emotions from the night before came spilling out of you. 

Jisung chewed at his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. He was glad Changbin worded his question the way he did, Jisung wasn’t sure how you’d react if you learned that he and Changbin already knew. You’d definitely be upset, if not pissed. But… should they tell you? Would it be beneficial? Would it be better if you knew now instead of learning later and possibly feeling betrayed they kept such a secret? He didn’t know and so he stayed quiet, instead busying himself with rummaging through Chan and Felix’s kitchen for a mug and some tea. It was quite frankly the least he could do. 

“Here…” Jisung began as he handed you the warm mug, causing you to lift your head from Changbins shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You lifted your gaze from the mug to Ji’s face before taking the mug. 

“Sorry for what?” Your voice was raspy from the screaming and the crying.

“Everything. You’re right, I haven’t been here for you and I got mad because I didn’t want to admit to it. I’m also sorry because…” Jisung’s eyes glanced up at Changbin, giving him a moment to at least attempt to guess what Jisung was about to confess. “I knew how Hyunjin felt about you.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t know for very long, I swear.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked with an edge to your voice that was hard to miss. 

“For starters he didn’t tell me directly, I accidentally overheard him telling someone else. Secondly, that’s not my place. Despite how I feel about him, it’s not my place to air his dirty laundry like that.” You stared at Jisung for a while before looking back down at your mug of tea, taking a hard swallow despite how hot it was.

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I don’t want you to learn this later and feel like I’m keeping secrets from you. I get the feeling you’d be extra sensitive about stuff like that.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Ji’s words, he was right. Despite understanding his reasoning, you couldn’t help the odd sense of betrayal you felt learning Hyunjin kept this secret from you for years and you knew yourself well enough to know that the same hurt would hit you if Ji had chosen to do the same. It was irrational, it was unfair, but you couldn’t help feeling this way anyways. 

“I guess I should fess up too then…” Changbin said with a rough clearing of his throat. You looked up at him quizzically, finding yourself pulling from his hold without thinking, somewhat nervous as to what your boyfriend had to say.

“That person Han overheard Hyunjin confessing to? That…” Changbin couldn’t look at you as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “that was me.” 

Fuck, the blows just kept on coming, didn’t they? 

You had to walk to the nearest kitchen counter to steady yourself on the edge as you processed what your Binnie had just told you. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

“He… He told you?” You found yourself asking, floundering, just trying to piece together your feelings as your still raw nerves took on more new information. Changbin simply nodded. You swallowed, taking a deep and steady breath. “When? And why did he tell you?”

“It was right before I asked you out, he gave me the final push to go for it. But if I'm honest, I knew he had a thing for you from the moment I met him.” Hyunjins words from the day you hemorrhaged all your hurt and confused feelings rose to the forefront of your mind. 

“I’m getting out of the way.”

This must’ve been what he meant. Changbin had said something similar about Hyunjin the night you two almost had your first kiss,about how Hyunjin was “always in the way”. And then, almost immediately after, Hyunjin took a huge step back and Changbin had asked you out. You felt so stupid. Of course you could tell there was something off between him and Changbin, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that the change in your dynamics with both boys were interconnected - that much was obvious. What you didn’t realize was just how much the boys had wised up to each other and how fast. Changbin had instantly clocked Hyunjins feelings and Hyunjin knew intrinsically that Changbin was trying to move in on you. The entire time the two of them were aware of the bigger picture while you bumbled in the middle, stuck in your own bubble, stuck on your own worries and feelings. 

“If you knew how he felt, then… then why did you ask me out? Wasn’t it too much of a hassle?” It was a stupid question, but a part of you felt like you had to ask it anyway, just to get it out of your system. 

“Because I wanted you.” You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at your boyfriend's words and Jisung suddenly felt like maybe he should silently slip out while he had the chance. “Oh no you don’t Han,” Changbin said flatly the moment he noticed his friend moving in his periphery, snagging the slimmer boy by the arm. “You’re not leaving me to deal with her wrath on my own.” 

“You two are getting all sappy,” Ji said defensively, trying to pull himself from Bin’s grasp. “And this is really something you two should discuss in private,” he added in a more serious tone.

“No, please stay. You’re great moral support,” you rasped out, taking a moment to sip at the tea you had forgotten you were even holding. Ji looked over to you, his gaze holding yours before heaving a sigh and leaning against the counter adjacent to you. 

“What do you need moral support for? You plan on dumping your buff boyfriend cause he knew your long time crush liked you back?” As much as Jisung tried to sound like he was joking, he was asking sincerely, unsure of how you would truly react to all of this. Changbins eyes whipped over to Han, he never said anything about you harboring anything real for Hyunjin as well.

“What? No, I would never! I love Binnie!” You suddenly blurted, allowing Changbin to release the breath he had been holding before your words fully sunk in and made his heart jerk and sputter. Jisung took no pause in grinning at you, taunting words already on his tongue.

“Oh, you love him, do you? I didn’t know things had gotten so serious between you two already.” Your face burned red as you looked at Jisung, grinning smugly at you, crossing his arms and legs as he watched you casually. 

“Wait, what? No. I didn’t-”

“You don’t love Bin? Why not Y/N? Isn’t he just so lovable?” Ji asked, cutting you off. 

“I- I mean of course he is. Of course I love him, but I’m not- that is to say we’re not- we haven’t-!” You were once again cut off, but this time by Jisung’s laughter as he slightly doubled over, his arms going from simply resting across his chest to holding his stomach as he tried to contain himself. Beside him Changbin stood silently and awkwardly, a noticeable flush on his too-cute face. At least you weren’t the only one feeling flustered.

“Relax, I’m just teasing.” Jisung smiled at you once he stood up right, nudging Bin with his shoulder, “It’s only been a couple of months, it might be too early for you two to be using the ‘L’ word yet.” Changbin gave Jisung a look that you couldn’t quite decipher and with the way you were feeling, you weren’t quite in the mood to try and figure it out. 

“Yeah…” you said idly, taking another sip of your now lukewarm tea, “it might be.” The three of you settled into silence for a moment before you spoke again. “I don’t know what I should do with all of this new information…” 

“Do you have to do anything?” Ji asked so simply you felt your despair lift for a moment. You hadn’t thought about that. “I mean, he doesn’t expect you to reciprocate his feelings right? Did he ask you to choose him?” You frowned at your friend's words and shook your head, setting the mug down on the counter behind you. 

“I think I would've preferred him making me choose over him ending our friendship.”

“He did what?” Ji’s posture stiffened as the two boys looked at you wide eyed. 

“Yeah, what did you think I meant when I said you were my only best friend left?”

“I dunno! I didn’t really think too hard on that part, I kinda just assumed you were being pissy with him and just were saying things in the heat of the moment!” You didn’t expect Ji to be so flabbergasted and Bin looked equally as startled by your clarification. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. “I never thought he could ever do something so drastic…” 

“Neither did I,” you said in a small voice, allowing yourself to be comforted when Changbin returned to your side and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him tightly. “He promised he’d never abandon me, but in the end he did, just like in highschool.” To your surprise it was Changbin who spoke up. 

“Bunny, I don’t know how this must feel to you but, please don’t be so harsh on him.” You blinked up at Bin, astonished, as he continued, “when he told me out he felt about you, he sounded so sincere. I know I wasn’t there, I don’t know exactly what he said to you , but I don’t think he’s abandoning you. I truly don’t think he has that in him. Give it time, he’ll be back.” 

“Do you even want him to be back? The guy’s in love with your girlfriend,” Ji interjected, his head cocked to the side as he regarded his friends. 

“He’s been in love with her, but he was her friend first, if he was going to disrespect our relationship then he would’ve done it already.” Your mind drifted back to the night Hyunjin almost kissed you in his apartment, how he reared back as if he had been bitten, how his eyes were rimmed with tears and regret, how he refused to even stand too close to you after. “My girlfriend is hurting and if having him back in her life will make it better, then yeah, I want them to make up. You know, even if they do feel the same way about each other” 

“Damn Bin, you’re a better man than me,” Ji huffed, impressed. 

“And me,” you added, gazing into Changbins eyes when they dropped to look into  yours. “I know you must be feeling just as confused as I am Binnie, I’m sorry. I know I never told you how I felt about Hyunjin and Ji just dropped into conversation so casually.” You heard Jisung swear as he facepalmed, at least that confirmed to you that he hadn’t meant to do so on purpose. 

“It… doesn’t feel good to hear, I’m not gonna lie, but…” Changbin took a moment to lick his lips, trying to find the right words. “But just like the other night at the pizza place, you picked me. I thought that night was the first time you truly put me before him, but I was wrong. You’ve picked me so many times before then. How can I not feel wanted after learning that?” 

You couldn’t help but throw yourself at your boyfriend, earning a whiny “gross” followed by an overdramatic gag from Ji when he saw you two kiss right in front of him. You didn’t care, you just had to kiss Binnie, because he really was the best. You had never forgotten this, in fact it was the main reason why you missed him so much. He was quickly becoming a solid rock in your life, always aware, always open minded, he communicated himself clearly and held himself with so much confidence that it made you feel more confident just by being around him. Truly the only issue was the lack of time together. When the two of you finally stopped making out, Ji made his way across the kitchen to hug you from behind, sandwiching you between your two boys. 

“If you want Hyunjin back in your life then we’ll be here to support you” Jisung began softly, nuzzling into your shoulder, “and until then, well, we’ll still be here. Both of us. I’m sorry again for ghosting you Y/N. I can’t guarantee a lot of time for either of us, but I promise to do my best to make more time for you.”

“Same for me Bunny, I didn’t ask you to be mine just to leave you waiting for me all the time.” 

You smiled as you pressed a kiss to the side of Changbins neck before unwrapping an arm from your boyfriend's middle to reach behind you and hold Ji as best as possible. You needed to be holding them both as close to you as you possibly could. Unbidden Hyunjins now broken promise came to your mind again, the night he made it, how he held you as you cried. This would be different, you knew it would. Jisung and Changbin were different. They wouldn’t abandon you too.

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Ooooooh boy, guess who's finally back with an update. And, like, an actual update, not just tacking on extra half chapters because I'm trying to fix whatever damage was done when I lost my fic 😅🥲

Anyway, we had a couple of chapters strictly following Hyunjins POV, and after the fall put from the last chapter, I knew it was a good a time as any for him to bow out. If I'm honest, I really didn't know where exactly I wanted this chapter to go, I just knew I wanted a chapter with Jisung and Changbin. Binnie really is just the best boyfriend, isn't he? And Ji has a couple of loose lips 😂

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon @luvyblossom @doggezz @kayleefriedchicken @hyunjinhoexxx @zadkielr @bincxtesworld @jisunglyricist @kpop-kink @amarecerasus @its-kitten-now @antisocial-socialbutterfly @s-3-l-3-na @143il0v3you @tajannah-price1

[inkofamethyst]

May 22, 2025

And if an hour isn't enough? Perhaps I should be aiming for more. But an hour will result in consistency, and that's going to be the most important thing when it comes to nailing the muscle memory. A little bit of practice each day far outweighs a six-hour cram session once a week. So I'm going to keep my soft hour and a half cutoff and hard two hour cutoff. Besides, my hands tend to hurt after an hour of stretching between the first and fourth frets anyway. I fear octaves may kill me (so far I've only done A and B..).

I wonder if I should start doing hand stretches. Maybe I could incorporate that into my body stretching routine.

I ultimately do think it's good that I am making my way through the book at my own pace, albeit a slow one. Every day I backtrack through several songs in the workbook before trying a few new ones, slowly increasing my tempo. I think it's effective. While this wasn't the book I was aiming to start with in the slightest, I think the progression is fairly natural. I think I might start my practice sessions by doing a few minutes of finger dexterity exercises soon. This week or next.

Admittedly, today wasn't a very good practice day. There's a lot hanging over all of us right now. I wasn't in the right head space, and even though I got my full hour in, it was the first time that I had to force myself to go the full hour rather than forcing myself to put the instrument away. My fretting wasn't as accurate as yesterday, my fingering (plucking? strumming?) wasn't as thoughtful. I'm not sure if it was even a worthwhile practice if I wasn't all there. Maybe I should've stayed in the department and commiserated with the others late into the evening over pizza and chips and the "This Sucks <3" cake and drinks and conversation. You know, as an emotional support American. But I was zoning in and out for the whole hour and a half or so that I was there after working, so maybe leaving to get my pre-8pm practice in was for the best, even if it was only semi-productive. Everything feels bad. Out of control. I fear the worst but don't want to catastrophize. I want to go to bed.

Today I'm thankful to be officially done with classes, yay. Took my last-ever final exam yesterday (and potentially failed it (I was not focused on that at all this past week tbh) but I did well in the rest of the class, so I think I've got a bit of a buffer maybe [edit, three weeks later: don't know what I got on the exam, but ended up with an A in the class!]). Took my brain break last week so now I've got to hit the ground running to meet a deadline in two weeks.

I'm also thankful for the rotation of springtime flowers I see on my walks these days. There's a lavender bush near me that smells heavenly. And so many different shapes and colors. A lot of the houses near my apartment have flowers that last for a few weeks to then be replaced by other flowers that will then last a few weeks, and on and on for a couple months. It's quite nice.

Postscript: DM committed biological warfare against the players with his homemade horseradish ice cream yesterday. Always felt a little peripheral to the group but now I feel thoroughly trauma-bonded to them (in the pop-culture definition of the word, anyway), so that's something.

[jensownzoo]

Oh hey, this actually is fully filled out! Way to self pollinate!

I had to go ahead and harvest it even though it's only about half dried because the raccoons were digging through the sidewalk bed last night. They killed one of the newly planted Beit Alpha cucumber seedlings, but I don't think they made it over to the corn otherwise this would be gone. It looks like the rest of the Blue Jade corn is going to remain tasselless, so this will be the only ear. Better luck next year maybe?

Also harvested all the Pink Beauty radish pods that were ready and am working on extracting the seeds. This will be plenty, so the rest still on the plants can go to the chickens.

Also nabbed some borage seed heads. I have had poor timing with these in that I've either been too early to harvest or too late and the seeds have dropped. I'll be working on getting enough seed put by for several years just in case.

Went to water the things in the grow frame and realized I really had to address a few seedlings. These Fox Cherry tomatoes were starting to get yellow on the bottom leaves because they're in tiny cells so I pruned them up and then transplanted four of them.

Planted them deeply into Tidy Cats litter bucket planters with the dirt removed from the garage mixed with fertile amendments. I put two plants per bucket--the tomatoes are in the ones with the cages and the other two buckets have orange lunchbox peppers grown from old seed found in a grocery sack of old seed someone threw away a bit more than a month ago. I also threw some alyssum seed (from the library seed swap) in the center space to cover and fill the surface. The buckets are arranged just behind the sweet potatoes I've got planted in the wood chips, which are doing fantastic.

From the same found old seed stash I potted up a bunch of California Wonder bell pepper seedlings that had been crammed into three tiny cells. Some of these are destined to occupy the rows currently finishing up with beets, but that will leave at least five homeless plants. I'll come up with something.

The Datura continues to grow well in its own litter bucket planter on the porch. I'm considering moving it to the end of the row of planters on the wood chips as it will do really well in full sun.

The pineapple sage next to it is recovering from the heat wave. I have a second one that did fine but this one has had a harder time staying hydrated. After it recovers a bit I think I'll pot it up and use some coir-heavy soil for better water retention.

Volunteer purple coneflower in the side yard at the edge of the bed of lemon balm, which is also flowering. It's so shady that I'm surprised at how well the coneflower is doing. I was going to move it, but now probably not.

The final fancy dayliliy. It's more of a pale peach than a pink. I must have misremembered (likely confusing the pink iris that's in this same bed).

[reblog4myfics]

DAY TWO OF COLD TURKEY

Morning came too quickly, the harsh buzzer signaling 6 AM count jolting you both awake. Somehow you'd managed to stay with Tricia through the night, both of you crammed onto the narrow bunk. You'd have to thank her bunkmate later for giving you this time.

"Five minutes to count!" a CO shouted down the corridor.

Tricia groaned, burying her face against your chest, her arms tightening around your waist. "Don't go," she mumbled, her voice still rough from sleep and withdrawal. "Stay with me today."

You stroked her cornrows gently, noting how her tank top had dried somewhat overnight but was already starting to dampen again with fresh sweat. "I can't, babe. Red's expecting me in the kitchen for breakfast prep."

"Tell her you're sick," Tricia pleaded, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

"You know I can't lie to Red," you said softly. "And you know she'd see right through it."

Tricia sighed, her head dropping back to rest against your chest. "Just a few more minutes then."

You continued running your fingers through her hair, feeling the intricate pattern of the seven cornrows beneath your fingertips. Despite everything, you felt a pang of guilt at having to leave her like this.

"Red'll kill me if I'm late," you finally whispered, trying to extricate yourself from her grip.

"Red's already trying to kill me with this cold turkey bullshit," Tricia muttered, but there was less bitterness in her tone than the night before.

You cupped her face in your hands, taking in her flushed cheeks and chapped lips. "It's because she loves you. We both do."

Tricia's blue eyes softened at that. "Yeah, well... love's a bitch sometimes."

"I'll come back as soon as my shift ends," you promised. "Try to drink water, okay? And maybe eat something if you can."

"Just kiss me before you go," she said, tilting her face up to yours.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to hers, ignoring the salt of dried sweat and the slight tremor still present in her body. The kiss was gentle, a promise rather than a passion.

"My girl," Tricia murmured as you pulled away.

With one last squeeze of her hand, you slipped out of the bunk and hurried to your own cell for count, praying that today would be easier for her than yesterday.

---

The kitchen was busy as always, with Red barking orders and inmates shuffling between stations. You worked mechanically, your mind constantly drifting back to L14 and the girl suffering there.

"Your head is somewhere else today," Red commented as she passed behind you, her Russian accent thick with disapproval.

"Sorry," you mumbled, focusing harder on the potatoes you were dicing.

Red paused, studying your face. "She's going through the worst of it now."

It wasn't a question. You nodded anyway.

"Good," Red said firmly. "The poison needs to leave her system completely."

"She's in so much pain," you said quietly, making sure no other inmates could hear.

Red's expression softened slightly. "Pain is necessary for healing sometimes. Tricia is strong—stronger than she knows. And she has something many addicts don't."

"What's that?"

"Something to live for," Red said, her eyes meeting yours meaningfully. "Someone who sees her value beyond the drugs."

With that, she moved on, leaving you to ponder her words as you continued your work. The day dragged endlessly, each minute feeling like an hour as you counted down to the end of your shift.

---

When you finally made it back to Tricia's bunk after lunch duty, what you found made your heart sink. Tricia was worse—much worse than when you'd left her. She was curled into a tight ball, her entire body shaking violently. The tank top clung to her skin, completely soaked through. Her face was contorted in pain, teeth gritted so hard you could hear them grinding.

"Trish," you called softly, rushing to her side. "I'm back."

Her eyes opened, but they seemed to look through you rather than at you. "It hurts," she managed through clenched teeth. "Everything... fucking... hurts."

You quickly scanned the cell, spotting the untouched cup of water and food tray. "You haven't had anything to drink all day?"

A jerky shake of her head. "Can't keep it down."

You sat on the edge of the bunk, placing your hand on her forehead. She was burning up. "We should get the nurse, Trish. This is serious."

"No," she ground out, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. "They'll... just put it... in my file. More time... added."

"Tricia, this isn't normal withdrawal," you argued, genuinely frightened by her condition.

She shivered violently again. "Just... need to get through it."

You bit your lip, torn between respecting her wishes and getting medical help. Finally, you compromised. "I'm going to get some wet towels and more water. I'll be right back."

When you returned with damp cloths and fresh water, Tricia had hardly moved except for the continuous tremors wracking her body. You gently placed a cool cloth on her forehead and another on the back of her neck.

"Small sips," you urged, holding the cup to her lips. "Please, for me."

She managed two tiny sips before turning her head away, jaw still clenched in pain.

"Talk... to me," she said through gritted teeth. "Distract me."

You settled beside her, replacing the cloths as they quickly warmed against her feverish skin. "Remember when we first met? In the library? You were looking for something to read but pretending you weren't."

A ghost of a smile flickered across her strained features. "You... recommended... that stupid book."

"'To Kill a Mockingbird' is not stupid," you defended with feigned offense. "It's a classic."

"Too many... words," she mumbled, her body tensing as another wave of pain hit her.

You took her hand, letting her squeeze it until the spasm passed. "You read it though. All of it."

"For you," she admitted, her voice slightly clearer for a moment. "Wanted to... impress the pretty girl."

Despite the gravity of the situation, warmth bloomed in your chest. "You did more than impress me."

For the next hour, you continued talking, reminiscing about the early days of your relationship, the first time she called you "my girl" in front of everyone, the first secret note she'd passed you in the cafeteria. Through it all, Tricia alternated between tense silence and occasional responses, her condition fluctuating between bad and worse.

"You should go... before count," she finally said as afternoon turned to evening.

"I don't want to leave you like this," you protested.

"Not... getting better... tonight," she said, each word a struggle. "Get some... real sleep. Need you... strong."

You hesitated, knowing she was right but hating the thought of her suffering alone. "Promise you'll ask for help if it gets worse?"

She nodded weakly. "Promise."

You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her damp forehead. "I love you, Tricia Miller. We're going to get through this."

"Love you too," she whispered, her blue eyes finally focusing on yours for the first time since you'd returned. "My girl."

As you reluctantly left for evening count, you made a silent vow to talk to Red about getting Tricia some medical attention—whether she wanted it or not. Because loving someone in Litchfield didn't just mean comforting them through the hard times; sometimes it meant making the tough calls to ensure there would be a future beyond these walls at all.

[nymphobrainiac]

𖤓 tempest in a teacup

nanami x reader

2.6k words

semi-public sex, coworkers, slight age difference, cheating, ino x reader mentioned

you would never consider sleeping with your coworker. if only you weren't so easily swayed.

nanami was nothing short of a perfect coworker. although he was a bit older than you, you found no shortage of things to talk about together, and the two of you got along exceptionally well. before long, you found him making excuses to drop by your desk, filling up a mug for you when he made himself coffee, defending you in meetings when a superior dared to undermine your suggestions, staying late at the office with you to help finish extra work. half of your coworkers would have been playing matchmaker between the two of you, if not for strict company policy forbidding inappropriate relationships between employees-- and your boyfriend.

there was nothing wrong with him, really. you were perfectly happy in your relationship. but you couldn't deny the way something in your stirred when nanami's hand rested briefly on your shoulder, steadying himself as he leaned over you to set down a steaming mug of coffee. you couldn't help but mentally replay the way his eyes scanned your face when it was just the two of you crammed into your cubicle, filling in spreadsheets and sifting through files after hours, the lighting dimmed. you felt guilty, and you were sure he did, too; you could see it in the look that flashed across his face the first time you mentioned ino to him in passing. despite his feelings, he kept up his behavior, hiding his affection under a layer of plausible deniability. if it bothered you, you would say something, right? that's what you both told yourselves.

it was hard to recall when exactly things had escalated. it had maybe been the night you two went out drinking after work (alone, of course) and he had driven you home, pitifully drunk, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you stumble up to your apartment. he had been so hesitant to let go, even when your boyfriend unlocked the door from inside, worried sick, finally able to shake hands with nanami from work who he had heard so much about. you had shot down ino's suspicious comments about your relationship with nanami, but they rung in your mind endlessly. if it wasn't that, perhaps it was the pastries he brought you on your birthday that he refused to let you share, ensuring that nobody but you would see the note he had slid under a danish, simply wishing 'his sweetest coworker' a happy birthday. ino's fit over such a subtly intimate note would have been catastrophic, but you knew well enough to hide it, swallowing the guilt you felt. truly, you never wanted to hurt him. you didn't know it had gotten out of control until it was far too late, nanami leaning over you at your desk with coffee like always (when had it become every day?), now sneakily pressing a kiss into your neck, persuading you to stay late more and more-- "if we work ahead tonight, we can both leave early tomorrow, you know. wouldn't your boyfriend be happy to see you home before five?"-- and you falling for his tricks every time, as if you had ever considered saying no.

the silence in the building when everyone but the two of you had left was almost disturbing; it was second nature to tune out the clacking of keyboards and mechanical shuffles of printing documents after only a few months of office work, but its absence at the end of the day was horrifically pronounced. it amplified every fidget of fabric, the sound of nanami loosening his tie, popping open a button or two on his shirt just to gauge your reaction, the groan of your chair on the outdated carpet as you inched your chair closer to his.

"our entire department thinks we're sleeping together," you murmur, desperately trying to keep your eyes on his face instead of his collarbones. "i'm not sure if we should keep staying so late together like this."

"is that so?" he asked, sounding bored. "if it bothers you, i suppose i can stop staying with you. i just hate to leave you all alone here." you scoffed.

"it only bothers me that you're so unfazed by rumors of sleeping with a girl who's in a relationship. you don't exactly try and avoid fueling the gossip, either." out of everything, why were those the words to make him smile?

"ask me to stop, then," he said, looking almost shy. "we wouldn't look nearly as guilty if you didn't spur me on." you opened your mouth to argue, but you knew you had no response. "it might help the gossip if you hung up a picture or two of you with your boyfriend. does anyone but me even know about him?" you chewed at your lip. god, he was almost being mean.

"okay, you got me," you sighed. "i just don't like being talked about like that by half the office. i'm sure you understand." he nodded solemnly, his smug smile fading.

"i  certainly understand, but i can't say i hate the sound of it." you almost wanted to turn back to your spreadsheet. you wanted to remind him that he knew you weren't available, to scold yourself for even feeding into whatever he was trying to accomplish with you, but the words couldn't leave your mouth.

"what are you suggesting?" he placed a hand on your thigh, large and warm. naturally, you made no move to stop him.

"you're so beautiful. does he tell you that?" he asked, voice low, his hand climbing your leg. you swallowed, nodding weakly.

"yes, of course he does." he hummed, his other hand delicately holding your face.

"do you intend to marry him?" his face was so close to yours, his expression serious.

"i don't know, maybe," you mumbled, blinking slowly.

"you're too young to be tied down like that," he said softly, his voice tinged with approval at your reluctance. "don't you want to explore your options?" you gasped softly at the feeling of his thumb tracing the inner seam of your slacks, moving slowly inwards.

"isn't 'exploring your options' reserved for people who aren't in relationships?" you cursed the tremble in your voice and the aching between your legs.

"that may be so," he murmured, glancing down at the twitching muscles in your thigh. "but you're not exactly acting like someone who's in a relationship." all you could do was pout helplessly, allowing him to part your legs, leaning in impossibly further to kiss at your neck. "you seem quite excited," he teased. you felt his lips curl into a smile as he gingerly rubbed at the damp spot forming in your pants. you bit your lip again to hold back a whine.

"can you remind me what your boyfriend's name is?" he was still teasing you with a finger, his kisses on your neck getting sloppier. if your head didn't feel so fuzzy, you would've asked what the hell he was talking about.

"ino," you gritted out, your hands clutching at the armrests of your chair as he added more pressure to his slow touches. "you should know that."

"is that the name you say when he's fucking you?" your breath hitched, he sped up, you nodded, unable to speak around the moan you were biting back.

"ah, i see." he had paused his kisses, pulling away from your neck to look at you, flushed and disheveled. "what do you say when you're touching yourself?" you closed your eyes, unable to look back at him. this was nanami, your stoic coworker, the man who wordlessly fixed your paperjams, who walked you to your car, wrapped in his coat, on winter nights when it got dark early. you had never seen him as anything but respectful. it was both a reward and a punishment to hear him so smug and vulgar.

"n-nanami," you whimpered, defeated. you had meant to say his name, yes, but as a warning. you couldn't admit to yourself how well it also served as an answer. the look on his face was intoxicating.

"if you want me to stop, stop me now," he whispered, his hand slowing to a pause. "i'm being terribly unprofessional, but i don't think i have it in me to stop myself anymore." you could not sleep with your coworker. you couldn't do something like that to poor ino. you couldn't admit how much you were loving his hands all over you.

"nanami," you breathed, as he shoved your keyboard and mouse aside, hoisting you up onto your cluttered desk.

"what is it, sweet girl?" he mused, hooking his fingers into your waistband. you whined again, leaning back against your computer monitor.

a million things that you could have said flashed through your mind. as your hands settled around the back of his neck, you managed to land on one. "we're going to make a mess in here." he gave you a soft smile, tilting his head to kiss your forearm.

"don't worry about that," he murmured, your work pants starting to wrinkle around your ankles. "i'll clean up whatever i have to." he was fiddling with his belt buckle. the metal clinks seemed louder than cannonfire. you were desperate to find any hint of guilt left in either of you; you scanned his face, tried to ignore how willing you were to spread your bare legs for him, one trembling hand meeting his to pull down his zipper. he was smiling at you again, the small but warm smile you were sure nobody at the office but you had ever seen. if it weren't for the impatient way he was unbuttoning your top, you might have thought he was in love with you.

"at the risk of asking for too much," he breathed, his lips brushing against your ear, "can i ask you to kiss me?" without hesitation you pulled him in, nails digging into his pale skin as you licked the taste of black coffee off of his lips, relishing the way his soft groans bounced off of the cheap cubicle walls. he was touching you again with one shameless hand, swallowing your moans as his fingers dipped into you. you could feel him, solid as a rock, as he ground into your thigh. you pulled away, grasping at his hair.

"nanami," you said again, his name tasting semisweet on your tongue. your free hand traced down his chest, grazing tantalizingly exposed skin, daring to grab him by the base, your fingers absently tracing a vein. for the first time, you saw him completely speechless for just a moment, fighting for his composure.

he swallowed, eyes shutting for a moment. "i don't mean to take his place, you know," he said quietly, voice strained as he rubbed against you, narrowly missing your entrance. "i could never ask you to leave him for me, or anything of that nature. this never even has to happen again." he gripped at your thigh, his eyes darting down to see the way your skin dimpled, as if he couldn't believe the sensation from touch alone. "i just couldn't have gone another day without putting my hands on you." your head was spinning. how could you go back to ino after what you were doing? worse yet, how could you ever stay away from nanami?

"you might as well just fuck me now," you sighed, your legs tense from anticipation. "i'll-- we'll figure everything out later. i just need you right now." you clutched at the front of his shirt, pulling him in for another dreadful kiss as he finally sunk into you, hissing against your lips at the warm squeeze around him. your mind was almost blank, save for the damning realization that he was bigger than ino (just as you had imagined), stretching you in a way that made your eyes screw shut. he buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"god," he groaned. he pulled out, agonizingly slow, just to drill into you again. "you're divine." if you hadn't been so animalistically horny you might have felt ashamed about the way your coworker's cock was splitting you open on your desk, monitor thudding against the wall on beat with his deep thrusts, marks surely forming in places you could never hope to hide as he stifled his moans in your skin. you couldn't care about anything else anymore, breaking out into a sweat, clawing at his starched blue shirt, contracting around him just to hear his breath hitch. his slender fingers dug into your hips. "i don't know how much longer i can last," he choked out, his words carrying the threat of pulling out. you felt delusional, drunk on the feeling of him inside of you, unwilling to give it up so soon.

"nanami," you begged, "don't stop. you don't have to stop, it's okay." he abandoned your shoulder to look at you, one hand torn away from your hip to hold your chin again.

"are you sure, sweet girl?" he panted, his brows knit. "i was trying not to complicate things any more than i already have." how could his voice sound so even when he was plowing into you like that? you grabbed his dangling tie, pulling it like a leash.

"it can't get much more complicated than this." he smiled again. sweat had melted his expensive hair gel; you took a moment to savor how handsomely disarrayed he looked, strands of hair falling into his eyes, his shirt deeply wrinkled. "if it makes a difference, i've never let him--" a switch flipped, he cut you off with a thrust deeper than before, your knees pinned by your shoulders, nothing leaving your mouth but choked moans.

"a world of a difference," he murmured, movements getting sporadic. for all you cared, he could have been fucking you in the middle of the work day; the friction from the new position had you questioning how much longer you could last. judging by the way he was kissing you again, his mouth trailing down your chest, he could tell. "are you going to tell him?"

you threw your head back as his tongue circled your nipple. "would you, if you were me?" you groaned, your words punctuated by increasingly erratic thrusts. "i can't believe you'd even ask." as your vision turned white with pleasure, it occurred to you dimly that he was getting off on the thought of it. your whole body tensed, a terribly loud noise escaping you.

"if you don't tell him everything, at least mention how good i made you feel," he whispered, his face in your neck again as he pressed as far into you as he could, almost whimpering at the feeling of the cum seeping out of you before he had even pulled out. you were panting, limp under him, certain you had broken your monitor and drenched the keyboard, still throbbing and replaying nanami's words in your mind.

"do you want some help cleaning this up, nanami?" you rasped, holding the edge of the desk with a white-knuckled grip. he laughed, looking happier than you'd ever seen him.

"i would love to accept the help, but i think you have something more important to attend to." you wished he weren't so right. "i would offer to help you there, too, but i'm afraid i'm biased." he excused himself, heading to the bathroom (or so he claimed; you were almost positive that he went to stroll around aimlessly to give you time to think). you leaned your head back again, studying the ceiling. in all your life, you had never been so horrified by the sight of a security camera.

[poppylovestowrite]

Can I request karma x reader cuddling while it's raining? Mostly pure fluff

Homework Can Wait

The weekends were meant for you and Karma. It was a deal you made with him when the two of started dating. You see, you're quite a busy bee, especially on the weekdays. You have school to worry about, club activities, and cram school. But, on the weekend, you make time to see Karma. 

You wanted to make that happen, but today you had to bend that deal a bit. Because your nightmare of a math teacher decided it would be fun to ruin everyone's weekend by dumping mountains of assignments.

This brings you here, sitting on your living floor, doing your homework on a Sunday afternoon. 

If only you weren't busy yesterday, then maybe you would have had your Sunday off. You could have used your free time to be with your boyfriend. Then the two of you could have gone to that food festival.

You furrowed your brows and glance up to see the rain coming down through your window. Er. Actually, that wouldn't have happened regardless. Not with all this rain going on. Still, the two of you could have been spending time together.

You sighed and moved your attention back to your homework. What a shitty day. 

No, that's not entirely true. Karma came over, even in this weather just to be with you. You felt a little bad when you told him that you were too busy, but that wasn't enough to turn him away. Your parents were out at work so Karma figured he keeps you company as you worked. 

He can stay here, under the condition he doesn't distract you. You let him play with your video games so at least one of you guys won't die of boredom. 

Somewhere half through an assignment, Karma paused the game, walked over to you and sat down. He didn't say anything and just watched you work for a few seconds. 

"Need help?" Karma offers. 

You still didn't look at him and shook your head.

"No, these questions are easy. Just tedious."

As a response, Karma poked your side causing you to squeak. 

"I meant if you need help to relax?" Karma chuckles. "You're so stressed." He says it so lightly, almost playfully, but you can pick up his concern. And because he was concerned, you choose not to scold him for poking you like that.

"I'll take a break when I'm done," you assured him with a smile.

Before going back to work, you lovingly tapped the bottom of his chin.

Karma hummed passively at you, then scanned his eyes at the other assignments you still have to do. It looks like it's going to be hours before you're going to give yourself a break. He could help you. In math, at least. His best subject, so he can definitely help you breeze by these questions.  

Karma doesn't say anything else and lets you get back to work. He knows how stubborn you are and knows you won't accept his help. So no use in arguing with you.

He goes back to your couch to continue playing video games. You don't get distracted that easily, but he still kept the volume pretty low for you regardless. 

While Karma was killing zombies, you were trying to kill this math question. 

Yes, some of these questions were easy and tedious, but when you got to the ones you struggled with, you wished Karma were to help you. It's not too late to ask him for his help. 

You shook your head and stubbornly kept quiet. 

You sighed, growing more and more frustrated over time. Your legs were falling asleep, your wrist was cramping up, and you were beginning to see numbers every time you blinked. 

Maybe you could use a break right now. 

For the first time in hours, you put your pencil down, closed your textbook and got up to sit with Karma on the couch.

Karma kept his attention on the game but did acknowledge you by speaking up. 

"Finally realized your sanity was breaking?"

"Yeah." You sighed tiredly. "Sorry that I'm using our time together to study."

"If anyone has to apologize to me, it would have to be your teacher," Karma says. It didn't sound like he wasn't going to hold this against you, which is good, but you still felt bad. You know he's been looking forward to spending some time with you this weekend.

You scooted closer to him and tugged his shirt, causing Karma to pause the game to look at you with a questioning hum.

"C'mon, let's do something together." You said. "I really could use a break."

"Oh~" A devilish smirk made its way across his face. "So now you want my attention?"

You frowned. "C'mon on, don't be like that. I want to hang out with you."

"Hm~ how badly?" Karma taunts, wanting to beg, and you knew that. 

"Very badly."

"You sure?"

"Yes!" You huffed. 

Karma's mischievous side started to fade as he chuckled fondly at you. 

"You're cute." He began to lean in. "Come here."

The soft whisper he used was enough to get your cheeks to turn pink, but what got you to go completely red was when he pressed his lips against yours. 

The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window and the faint sound of Karma's video games was all you heard as you kissed your boyfriend back. Your homework and just school, in general, have been completely wiped from your mind. The only thing on your mind was Karma.

Karma pulled away far too quickly than he usually does when he wants to make out with you, only because he wants to see you pout. And when you did, he softly chuckles but continues to kiss you since your lips were too addictive to him.

This time Karma had no intentions of pulling back. He kept his lips on yours until you became too shy and flustered to continue. He stopped and suggested watching a movie.  

You went back to worrying about your homework for a second there, but the soft reassuring touch Karma gave you was enough to get you to convince yourself that your homework can wait. 

You let Karma pick the movie since you were too tired to debate which movie is better to watch on a rainy day. And whenever you let Karma pick, he would always choose Sonic Ninja. The first one, since none of the sequels appeal to him as much.

You found yourself pressed up against Karma, arms wrapped around his torso and watching the movie with some interest. You wouldn't say you enjoyed Sonic Ninja as much as your boyfriend, but the movie was a good distraction from your work. The fight scenes were at least fun to watch, and some of the characters provided you with enough entertainment so that you can sit through it whenever you and Karma watch the movie.

Admittedly though, whenever the boring parts came, you did think about all the assignments you still had to do.

When the movie did end, Karma thought you would quickly leave his grasp and get back to work as soon as the credits began to roll. Karma expects you to jump out of his arms and head back to work as if you have some sort of timer built into you. 

Karma glances down at you.

"Do you want to get back to work?"

You lazily shook your head. No. No work right now. Sure, you got a good 2-hour break, but it wasn't enough for you. You didn't want to leave Karma's side.

To put you in a more comfortable position, Karma laid down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest. You smiled and appreciated the comfort he gave you as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Play with my hair." You mumbled. 

"Hm... Sure, but what do I get out of it~?"

Ah, he loves to bargain with you, doesn't he? Well, considering all he wants is a kiss, you don't really argue with him.

You lifted your upper body and planted a soft kiss on his lip. When you went back to rest your head against his chest, you felt your boyfriend gently run his fingers through your head. A satisfying smile formed against your lips.

As the rain continues to fall, Karma kept playing with your hair with no complaint. He knows how much you've been working and just wants to help you relax now.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow," you mumbled. 

As studious as you were, even you get burnt out from all this work. 

Karma chuckled. "You and me both. But, unlike you, I have the balls to skip class."

You huffed, slightly jealous of his "lazy but brilliant" persona. He does little of the work yet has one of the best scores. 

"I would skip if the school didn't contact our parents when a student is absent," you confessed, then groaned and nuzzled your face against his chest. "What a pain."

Karma gently patted your back, sensing how tense you were getting over the thought of school tomorrow.

"Okay, okay, enough school talk." He shushes in his honey-coated voice. Just focus on your cute boyfriend."

"Cute and annoying boyfriend." You bluntly reminded him.

As punishment for that comment, Karma ran his fingers down your side to tickle you. You squirm and laughed at this action.

"Hey--"

Before you can push yourself off to get away from him, Karma was merciful and stopped tickling you. He laughs playfully at your reaction, and as annoyed as you were, you couldn't help but chuckle. 

Instead of tickling you, Karma chooses to gently stroke your back. You smiled and snuggled closer to his neck. 

You only meant to shut your eyes for a couple of seconds, but Karma's scent and warmth were putting you to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" Karma said when he heard a light snore from you. He gently patted your back, and when you didn't respond, Karma knew that you must have fallen asleep.

The redhead cranes his neck to the side and spots the clock hanging on the wall. Normally, at this time, you would be sending Karma home by now. Even on a weekend, you like to keep a schedule and follow through with it. But, he doesn't have the heart to wake you up. You deserve some rest.

Karma relaxes his head, trying not to move so much to avoid waking you up. The only sound he would allow was the raindrops hitting the window outside.

He would let you sleep here as long as you want, then he would insist on helping you with your homework, no matter how much you refuse his help. But not before taking out his phone and taking a picture of the two of you. 

[incorrectpizza]

So...my roommate preordered Jedi: Survivor for me for Christmas. I was ecstatic as it was a purchase i never would've splurged on myself, but she knew how much I loved the first game and wanted to me to be able to play the second one.

Since then...

I scheduled myself for work the original release date (St. Patrick's Day)

Then EA moved it to right before finals week.

Then the most dramatic campus-specific event in years rocked my little world and made my anxiety skyrocket, but, hey, at least I had Survivor to look forward to!

BUT, my dear friends, EA's release *sucked* and I stayed up until midnight to play it, only for it to spend hours unpacking.

And then the title sequence glitched the first time I tried to start it in the morning.

And then then, while troubleshooting the title sequence glitch, the FIRE ALARM WENT OFF.

My roommate managed to get it to boot up after we were allowed back in the dorm safe and sound. I played up to the first meditation point. It was amazing! One or two frame rate drops but overall it looked & felt epic.

Then we had to go to classes.

Then my roommate had a boatload of homework.

We finally were within twenty minutes or so of being able to sit down and play in earnest for a few hours.

And...

A friend walked over from the other room asking if I could run her to the ER because she felt like she couldn't breathe. Asthma attack. Cue forty five minute drive. She's okay, now, but we have the long, dark drive back which I'm not really looking forward to it.

I swear it feels like I'll never get to play Survivor.

Maybe I should quit trying before I jinx something else.

ADDENDUM: So...I never posted this...

BUT I can't resist posting even though it's terribly late and I did (spoiler alert) get to finish the game because IT GETS EVEN BETTER.

I was able to play several hours over the course of the first five days after the game's release but then there was a patch that came out Thursday, May 4th so I couldn't play it in the morning. I was going to play in the evening because I had a terribly busy afternoon but then...

I GOT A CONCUSSION.

And could not do screens because headache and also healing. So, not only could i not play on Star Wars Day, I had to take a solid five days off from playing.

I did technically boot up the game twice, once to play myself for fifteen minutes, and the other time to listen to my roommate play for a while because I really, really wanted to try and progress the story a bit.

I managed to play a few more hours after healing up and before my roommate left, taking her gaming laptop with her.

At this point, I was midway through the game and desperate. I somehow managed to launch it on my crappy computer and played for forty-five minutes one day. It stalled and I kept glitching through walls I was supposed to run across, but somehow it didn't crash.

Then once I got home I crammed the last third of the game in THREE DAYS before I went on a trip halfway across the U.S. During that time, I had to switch from my sister's gaming computer to my brother's because one of the last cutscenes kept glitching.

I did the final boss fight FOUR TIMES.

And then, my friends, I actually did it. Somehow.

Despite work schedules, delays, launch day bugs, a fire alarm, inexplicable crashes, and a concussion, I completed Jedi: Survivor.

[riku-writings]

ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.

[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu characters thinking you're breaking up with them part 2

w/ Tsukishima&Ushijima

Part 1 ←here

I'm very sorry for the delay of making part 2. Someone requested Osamu and Suna and I wanted to do it as soon as possible but I can't since school is still ongoing and becoming more stressful. I've thought of putting Osamu and Suna on part 3 don't worry I think it will be up tommorow or the day after that.

Tsukishima

Arguments with Tsukishima isn't a joke and isn't a very pretty sight. He never likes losing arguments to you, something very unhealthy.

He tends to use your mistakes and insecurities to make his stand but sometimes things go too far.

"Y/N. . . Y/N. . ."

Tsukishima had his voice strained from hours and hours of arguing. He buried his face in his hands. "Please let's just stop this stupid argument and go to bed, this is pointless,"

"Kei," you furrowed your eyebrows, tears threatening. "I was just voicing out my opinion. . ."

"Do you really fucking think I would cheat on you?!" He raised his voice nth time for the night.

"Kei!" Tears already straining your cheeks. "It isn't my fault that your coming home late, I'm your s/o, I have the right to be worried,"

"I wouldn't do that!" Tsukishima raised his head from his hands staring dead at you.

"But—"

"Y/N! Just stop okay?!" Tsukishima suddenly stood up, making the chair fall backwards. "Stop worrying over non-existent things!"

More tears fell. You hear footsteps and sure enough, Tsukishima stood infront of you.

"Just stop. . ."

You aren't sure about him and you were very stubborn.

"Is your new girl. . .Yachi?

Silence.

It wasn't peaceful like you always had with him, it was very tense and the air was thick. And you knew something is about to explode.

"Oh?" Tsukishima scoffed, voice dangerously low. "You're worried about Yachi?"

You looked down at your feet, Yachi is very beautiful and perfect, it was almost as if they were made for each other.

"Okay fine. . ." Tsukishima sighed, you thought you were right about him cheating but instead he said:

"Keep thinking I'm cheating on you and I might just do it, I'll replace you with Yachi,"

Your heart stopped. Tears stopped flowing down. An unexplainable tight feeling in your lungs and a heavy weight in your stomach was very uncomfortable.

No you weren't sad, just a bit but it wasn't enough to overpower the anger you felt right now.

You looked up at Tsukishima, shaking.

"Fine! Say it!"

Tsukishima stared at you. "What do you mea—"

"Tell me you're breaking up with me!"

Tsukishima stayed silent, eyes wide. Guilt immediately swallowed him whole, making him smaller and smaller when he stares into your eyes filled with heavy pain.

"Y/N- I—"

"You're not gonna say it?" You taunted. "FINE!"

You rushed out of the kitchens and out the door. Tsukishima immediately acted fast and followed you, but it was very hard because guilt swam in his lungs making it hard to breathe.

He immediately ran out, following you.

"Y/N—"

You whipped your head to him.

"Just shut up okay?!" Tears flowed down your stained cheeks. "Just stop. . . Fine another s/o if you can't be contented with me. . ."

Tsukishima walked up to you and tried to hold you in his arms but you flinched. He stared at you, taking in your actions before deflating, he dropped his arms to his sides and hung his head low.

You glared at him and was about to walk away when you heard sniffles. Your heart dropped.

Is he crying?

Your question was answered when shiny droplets of tears dropped onto his lenses due to him hanging his head low, pooling on the surface visibly.

His body shook lightly and was trying to hold it in, obviously not wanting you to see him cry.

"Kei. . ." Your demanour softened.

"Don't leave m-me please. . ."

You sighed and hugged him tight and that was it all took for tsukishima to break down into a crying mess.

"I won't. . . I was just too worked up with my feelings I didn't realize what I have said, I would never leave you, Kei,"

Tsukishima nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"'M sorry. . ."

"I'm sorry too," you pulled back and removed his glasses, wiping his tears away.

"Let's watch Jurassic Park and simp over Owen Grant," You smirk up at him, he had his eyes closed and lashes filled with droplets of his tears but he nodded eagerly. "Love you. . ."

"Love you more. . ."

Ushijima

You hated having arguments with him. You were just like talking to a wall, he just sat there and does his own business, not caring about you releasing your concerns and feelings.

"'Toshi!" You exasperated. "listen to me!"

You can see Ushijima clench his jaw before softly sighing.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

Ushijima stood up. "I am tired, Y/N, I just came from training and here you are blabbering and it's making my head hurt more,"

"Atleast have some time for me. . . I am your s/o. . ." You stared up at him and he had his eyebrows furrowed. "I just want to have some time with my boyfriend—"

"And I just want to have a s/o who wasn't clingy," Ushijima bluntly said, staring dead in your eye.

A tug in your heart strings.

Well atleast he finally said something. . .

"I wonder what is it to have a s/o that isn't like you. . ." Ushijima passed by you, bumping your shoulder. You heard him stop behind you.

"Probably would live the best life. . ."

Another tug in your heart strings.

"Wished I didn't ask you out and wished I ended up with another person. . ."

The painful words escalated from the painful tugs of your heartstrings to your heart, shattering it into millions of broken pieces.

Did he really mean it?

You bit your lip

"Fine," You hear Ushijima halt in his steps. "If that's your wish, then your wish is my command,"

You bolted to the bedroom door and you hear Ushijima following your footsteps quickly.

You zip your bag open and started cramming down your clothes messily.

"Y/N!" He started throwing out your clothes once you put them in the bag. "Y/N. . ."

"Hey! Ushijima—"

He hugged you suddenly and you tried to let go.

"Don't leave me please, don't break up with me please," he let out a sob and you immediately softened in his hold, hearing those words. You knew about his past, about how his parents were divorced and he didn't want that to happen to the two of you.

"I'm begging you,"

Your heart aches more, the heaviness in the pit of your stomach growing bigger. You hated what he did momments ago, but you it more seeing him crying infront of you.

"I'm not gonna leave you," you pulled back and kissed his nose. "Never Toshi,"

He hugged you again as he broke down once more.

"Dry your tears baby," you softly said, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed.

"It's okay," you let tears fall. "I'm sorry too,"

I found this in my drafts and I was like Oh! I need to finish this.

So here it is✌️😌

THANK YOU FOR 128 FOLLOWERS😭💕

[msookyspooky]

billy loomis # 7 bc i wanna see mr smooth drinking a monster. also kinda off topic but when me and my fam were on a road trip my dad droke about 1000 gallons of caffeine and was literally physically shaking he wasnt allowed to drive and was shaky for about 2 days.😭

Omg how's ur Dad alive??? 😦 My Mom and her friend made shots with the old Mountain Dew Voltage. You know, the blue with the lightning bolt and they mixed Vodka with it. The caffeine + alcohol felt like my heart was ready to pop out of my chest and run away from like two drinks! I'm way too sensitive with caffeine, no way bro! I don't even like drinking coffee sometimes bc it gives me the shakes.😭

I've actually never drank Monster but I remember all my friends describing it and everyone said the original tasted like something different than what the other person said.

Pre Scream:

Billy Loomis Trying Monster

"How the FUCK are you still wired??" Billy grumbled. Both of you staying up late to cram studying for finals at the table. Meanwhile, Stu was wide awake and goofing off.

"Just am. I'm like the energizer bunny, man. I just keep going...And going and going and going." He clicked his tongue and winked at you.

Billy narrowed his eyes. "No. You're more annoying than usual...What's in your cup?"

Stu's smirk dropped as he scooted it closer to himself. "Nothing. Just juice."

You leaned over and could smell the fizzy medicinal scent as you scoffed. "Hey, are you drinking energy drinks? Is that what's in that giant ass cup?!"

"No-"

Billy tried to jerk it out of Stu's hand as Stu held it close. "Bro, that's my last Monster! You know how my Mom is, she thinks my hearts gonna combust or something so I gotta sneak it."

Billy glared at him, looking exhausted and annoyed. "It's 2 in the morning, we're only halfway through this textbook and we have a test in a few days. If I fail, my old man will have my ass...Give me the drink!"

Stu whined. "No! Get your own!"

"STU. HAND IT OVER."

You groaned to yourself. "Stu, let him take a sip. He'll hate it anyways."

Billy looked at you with a huff and narrowed eyes. "How do you know what I like and don't like? It's just an energy drink."

"Ookaay. If you say so."

Stu rolled his eyes and shoved his cup over to Billy. "Here."

Billy took it and took a sip without even smelling it. You watched him take one sip and think for a moment with a mixed expression before taking another.

"So?"

Billy shrugged. "It's not bad. Sweet, a little salty...Kind of reminds me of tart apple juice if it was carbonated... It's just a drink, I don't know."

He took another long sip and Stu made a grabbing motion with his hand. "Okay, you had enough."

Ypu and Billy chuckled to each other before Billy muttured. "What are you, addicted? Need us to call an intervention in for you?"

"Ha ha. Stop being a dick and return my cup."

Billy smirked a little and downed the entire thing.

You opened your mouth. "Uuhh...Slow down there, I don't think that's a good idea. We haven't ate since like 5 and-"

It fell on deaf ears as you put up a finger to hush you as he chugged before smacking his lips and handing it back to Stu. Empty.

"There's your cup." He jeered.

Stu glared at him. "Come on, man. That's fucked!"

Billy picked his pen back up near his notes. "Too bad. Should have been freaking exhausted like the rest of us."

"Well what about me?!" You exclaimed.

They both shrugged. You groaned with an eyeroll. "Whatever. I want to get back to studying. We can at least get a few more notes done for one more hour...Should have studied with Sidney a few days ago when she offered but nooooo me and Tatum had to go shopping."

Stu pointed at you. "Hey, hey, hey. None of that...Where were we anyways?"

"Chapter 54."

You all studied for at least a half an hour and suddenly your table was shaking. You raised your eyes slowly, brows raised as you looked up to see Billy clenching a pencil and shaking his leg.

"....Billy." He didn't hear you. "BILLY."

He looked up, momentarily stopping.

"You're shaking the table."

"Oh...Sorry." He mumbled, rolling his lips

You watched him a moment, fidgeting in his seat before he stood up to walk around.

Stu leaned back with a smug smirk. "Ooohhhh, can't handle all the Monster you chugged can you light weight?"

"Fuck off." He grumbled, pacing near the counter. "Jesus Christ...Do you drink this daily? Is that why you are the way you are? I feel like my hearts hammering."

Stu shrugged as you just sighed and closed the textbook. No studying was happening.

"It probably is! That's what you get for chugging that entire drink and hardly no food in your system."

"No one likes a know it all, YN." He snapped while running a hand through his hair. Going to the fridge to get some water and snack.

He chugged some water and leaned his head back. You cringed. "You good?"

"Yeah just feels like I ran a marathon or like I need to. I can tell which."

"No more Monster for anyone." You gave.

Stu scoffed. "I don't have anymore."

"Oh really? Then what's that in your bag on the ground?"

Stu kicked his bag under the table. "It's empty."

"Yeah well no more regardless. I say we make pizza rolls and call it a night."

Billy nodded as blew air past his lips. "Fucking deal."