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wuahae · 1 year ago

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PEACH . GAH i've been meaning to review this for a long time but i haven't found the time until now. But it's a friday night so here we go!!

to start off i just wanna say your writing is SOOOOOOOO...... idek the right words but its so Pretty but in a quaint way . like a poignant way where you don't need the extra frills to convey the emotions like every word you put down has purpose . is what it feels like. off the bat the ambiance is SO pretty it's lowkey giving won kar wai with how the prose grounds you in the world... its all about the Little things that tie you down and immerse you in the scene. the cracks in the wall the ambient noise of your surroundings,, it's a lot yes its noisy yes but it's around you—it's without you, like you're inside the glass looking out. and then the phone rings, and the glass cracks, you're thrust into the cacophony and it's like you're drowning in the water that you can't escape ,,,, you invoke this feeling so well like i'm really Feeling it ... LIKE ITS SO GOOD! not to mention:

The sink is dripping again. You’ll have to get it fixed. Everything.

LIKE MANNN the double meaning + leaky faucets are just so personal to me ... they are a part of such a fragile place in my heart ... its like akin to a bleeding heart to Me like no matter how hard you try turn the handle or press the knob closed it will keep leaking ...

It’s never that easy, you’ve always found it hard to let go of routines. The habit of waking up, turning over to give him a kiss, making coffee together. You don’t even like coffee that much, but for him you would’ve learned to love anything. For him, you even learned to love him. With all the pain and hurt. Despite him, you loved him. It’s all gone, and it’s okay.

LIKE. UGH ................. what an end to the beginning scene btw its like so perfect i'm giving you a chef's kiss .

Vernon knows your coffee and takeout orders by heart, and you do his. Even if he’s a worse texter than talker, you still very much enjoy his company, and mostly the ability to exist together in comfortable silence.

also i love how you establish vernon and yn's relationship in this passage (and the passage before) it's very ... succinct without feeling infodumpy like i feel a lot of character dynamic explanations can come off as. like it's so natural? its the little things that make a fic read so well <3

Your knees feel like they’re about to give out, so you shake your head a little, trying to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks behind your scarf. “There’s gonna be a party later tonight, if you uh- If you wanna come,” Vernon tells you. “It’s Monday,” it almost comes out as a question, eliciting a laugh from the boy. “I’ll text you the address later, in case you change your mind. I’ll be there.”

ITS JUST SOOOO..... like vernon is really just some guy to me but its Because he's just some guy that this works so well. he Knows you and every little interaction they have feels like it's been rinse and repeated and recycled for years like its so! established!! yn says he's hard to read but that doesn't change the fact that his smile makes everything a little easier it doesn't change that there's a comfort they both find in each other.... huuuuu.

For a fleeting moment you feel like everything’s going to be okay. That night you fall asleep wondering what it’d be like to hold Vernon’s hands on a 2am walk. You dream about your kitchen window being gone. / That night he falls asleep wondering if he should’ve texted you, if you’re even okay. He dreams about the stranger falling from the window in slow motion, and wakes up in cold sweat before they could hit the ground.

PLEAAASEEEE DON'T. (softly) please don't .

It’s past 5am once you get home, managing to fall asleep without tossing and turning for the first time in weeks. You don’t have a dream that night. / He dreams about the feeling of your lips on his.

WHAT ISACTUALLY WRONG WITH UOU!?!!@!?@

You know it’s going to melt and be gone in a few days, and the thought puts a frown on your face. You wish you never got attached to something so impermanent.

the difference in attitude between snow melting between this scene vs. the beginning scene .....

You weren’t sure what went wrong, or where, but winter always brings a crippling feeling of cosmic insignificance into your life. Loneliness slowly turns into a black hole that absorbs all light and happiness in your life, and you find it harder and harder with each passing day to reach out. By the end of the year the light is barely a pinhole, and you’re sitting in the kitchen once again, watching the fireworks in silence.

ok besides the fact that this just really fucks i'm really obsessed w the metaphor consistency here like. cosmic insignificance -> black hole -> the exploration of how hopeless it makes you feel as it absorbs anything and everything .... its just good writing!!! also ugh. the kitchen once again being symbolic of your loneliness . y/n and her perpetual mouse moment ...... and even when she tries to reach out to tell vernon happy new year (the fireworks light through the kitchen window ,,,,) it doesn't end up amounting to much besides for reestabling that black hole, another thing lost to the darkness ("then it's dark again.)

“I found it in the park. I was gonna bring it back, but then things kind of… happened,” His voice is barely above a whisper and he looks a little too deep into your eyes.

THE SNOWMAN ........ i'm just so sad ....

Maybe you’ve already fallen hard, hard enough that it did break your body in unspeakable ways. You get up to leave, barely standing on shaky legs, not completely aware of your surroundings. The ringing in your ears gets louder and the air feels a little too thick and the sink is dripping again, and you know you’ll have to get it fixed. Cold hands come to rest on your face, Vernon’s forehead against yours and you wonder if love is supposed to hurt like this. You close your eyes, the snow is falling and your snowman is smiling at you warmly, your scarf around its neck.

You're kidding ... ok first off i Have to mention the callback to the dripping sink (your bleeding heart...) and how . you still need to fix it (everything needs to be fixed) but then on top of that . how you falling is also a callback to vernon's dream, falling from the window except this time you did hit the ground. and maybe he didn't see you hit the ground but he's met with your broken bones... love hurts and you're hurt but the matter of the fact is you're still in love (the snow is falling and the snowman smiles back at you. looks like it wasn't so impermanent after all). how he kisses your forehead and smiles (his smile always made everything easier) and when you dream that night you dream of the pond in the early spring (when snow melts it becomes water, when snow melts it becomes spring). ugh....

Spring always knew how to take your troubles away - it even happened a little too easily, the ice around your heart melting with the first golden rays of sunshine. You know you’re going to be okay. / Maybe he could help you fix the dripping sink in your bathroom, too

:"""")

It’s weird to have someone, especially him, in your kitchen, looking so domestic and so pretty in the early morning sunlight.

huuuu HUUUUUUU ITS JUST SO. this entire time your window being symbolic of yn's loneliness and stagnancy... how everything will change except for that damn window at night and your loneliness and how it makes you feel like a shell of someone you used to be... "the sight comforting you with its continuity. Sometimes all you have is the view and the sill where you dangle your feet into a reality where you don’t feel so left behind by life" in that kitchen where you're always alone. but this time it's morning and there's the sun shining through that window and you're going to be Okay ... maybe he can even help you fix that leaky sink ..... I'M SERIOUSLY LOSING IT

The air feels thick from all the words left unsaid, but they can wait. For now, you’re okay with this. “I don’t wanna go to that party anymore.” “I’ve got a better idea.”

HHHHUUUUUUUUUUUU..................

When you wake up, his bag is in the corner of your room, his toothbrush is still next to yours in the cup, and the sink isn’t dripping anymore. He’s still asleep, and you trace his features in your mind, trying to memorise how beautiful he looks even like this. You know you’ll never love anyone as much as this, not in this lifetime. A fleeting moment of everything and nothing.

IM ROARING . RIPPING MY HAIR OUT . ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE....!!!!!! the book end that parallels the beginning ... THE EXACT SAME SENTENCE TOO? YOU KNOW YOU'LL NEVER LOVE ANYONE AS MUCH AS THIS, NOT IN THIS LIFETIME .... but this time it's not over . it's just a fleeting moment of everything and nothing ...............you're actually insane for that . you're insane for this fic .

parallels & almosts

♡ pairing: vernon x reader

♡ genre: friends to lovers, light angst

♡ word count: 10k

♡ warnings: slight description of panic attacks, alcohol consumption, slow burn-ish lol, occasional cursing, a little sad bc i wrote it in winter, yearning

a/n: i wrote this last christmas inspired by my first sem at uni, and finally got around to proofreading :) hope you like it, and if you have any thoughts about it id love to know <3

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One day you’ll inevitably fall for someone. Someone, who will touch you for the first time like no one ever did before, and maybe no one ever will again. Full of love, admiration, and tenderness. Your chest is going to fill with pain and unending yearning, a fleeting moment that’s going to feel like nothing and everything whenever you think about it. And you’ll fall hard, hard enough that if any of it was real it might break your body in unspeakable ways.

When you wake up the next day you realise you’ll never love anyone as much as this, not in this lifetime.

Then it’s over.

You’re sitting in the bathroom, staring at the uneven paint where the tiles meet the wall, wondering if you could ever manage to crawl into one of the cracks there and disappear forever. No clichéd metaphor seems fitting enough, even though you understand you are not the first, and you won’t be the last either, to experience heartbreak quite like this. Something that squishes your heart until it feels numb, catches in your throat in a way that you can’t even find the words to explain the pain, a constant gloss over your eyes, like tears you can’t blink away.

Your upstairs neighbour is just a little too loud, the static of the tv humming just a little too much, drunk people screaming outside just a little too close, and it all feels so overbearing. You close your eyes, skin buzzing with all the loudness of the inside and outside combined. It’s hard to focus on one thing when it feels like the whole world is happening at once without you in it.

Then the phone rings.

The world stops, but your breathing quickens as panic takes over. It’s all so much in a way that seems impossible to deal with. At least for now, in this passing moment, even if it feels like an eternity. The ringing gets more and more deafening, your breaths quickening, and you know it won’t stop. It never really does. The cacophony of sounds slowly fades out, the only thing you can hear is your own body; your heartbeat, your own breaths, tired gasps for air. It’s okay. You claw at your skin, anything to distract yourself from the ongoing panic attack, even if you know it won’t help. It never does.

It’s okay.

Tears burn the corners of your eyes, even though you don’t know how long you’ve been crying. The world is slowly closing in, and it’s just you on the cold bathroom floor at 2am.

Is it okay?

It’s silent. So suddenly and so loudly, it almost knocks the air back into your lungs, as if the ground is being pulled from underneath your feet. The hot tears suddenly feel ice cold against your burning skin, and exhaustion crashes down on you. The sink is dripping again.

You’ll have to get it fixed.

Everything.

It’s a slow process to drag yourself from the bathroom to bed. The rain knocks politely on the window and you’re tempted to let it in, but instead just stare out into the cold night. The snow is slowly melting away, and you wish it washed away all the thoughts plaguing your mind too. It’s never that easy, you’ve always found it hard to let go of routines. The habit of waking up, turning over to give him a kiss, making coffee together. You don’t even like coffee that much, but for him you would’ve learned to love anything. For him, you even learned to love him. With all the pain and hurt.

Despite him, you loved him.

It’s all gone, and it’s okay.

“You didn’t pick up all weekend,” Vernon says in his usual nonchalant tone without as much as looking in your direction.

After you finally managed to calm down, sleep seemed much more inviting than looking at your phone. The next few days felt so peaceful in isolation, that it wouldn’t have been right to disturb it.

“Sorry.”

He only hums in response, quietly scribbling away in his notebook next to you. His hair is hidden behind one of his many beanies, one earphone in his ear, the other one between the two of you on the desk as a silent offering from his part. It’s the middle of the lecture, but you wordlessly take it anyway, knowing well that you won’t pay attention today no matter what.

Vernon is hard to read, even if you’ve been friends for a few years now. He mostly keeps to himself, barely showing if something is going on in his life. He occasionally lets you in on the big things, like when his sister graduated high school, or when his family got a new cat. You weren’t completely sure if he shared these things with you out of common courtesy - you were glad when he did anyway. He was a little more curious and attentive when you told him about something, but never asked on his own.

You get lost in thought, only coming back to reality when your favourite song quietly starts playing in your ear. Vernon is putting his phone back down, giving you a small smile before returning to the paper in front of him. His eyes twinkle in the cheap fluorescent light of the lecture hall, and even if the thought makes your chest feel tight, he does look beautiful even at 9am on a Monday.

He furrows his eyebrows, tapping his pen against the desk to the beat of the music. You rest your head on top of your barely started notes, glancing at Vernon from the corner of your eye before getting lost in thought for the rest of the lecture. You only notice that it’s over when the boy next to you is already leaving, gently tapping your shoulder and giving you a small wave before walking off into the cold fog of the morning. The professor starts turning the lights off, and you scurry to gather your belongings, making your way to the exit. Suddenly you hear music in your ear once again, and you realise you forgot to give Vernon his earphones back.

However, music means he’s near, so you try and remember which way he went, and spot him a few benches over in front of the building. He’s standing in a lopsided circle with his friends, their laughter visible in the crisp air. You shuffle over to the group, standing a little awkwardly next to Vernon, who’s too invested in whatever conversation they’re having to notice your arrival. One of the boys spots you, and you give him a brief smile before deciding to finally tap Vernon’s shoulder. He quickly turns to you, the corners of his lips quirking up just enough for you to notice. You don’t want to overstay your welcome, so you quickly take the earphone and hand it back to him. His mouth turns into an O shape, and you can feel your cheeks warming up, so you look back down at your palm to avoid staring at his face even longer. He takes it from your hand, his cold fingers igniting fire in their wake. His eyes search for yours, and as soon as they meet you feel a little wobbly, a little warm, and a lot vulnerable.

You only decided on attending any classes you had that day to avoid sitting at home even longer, stewing in your own sadness and tears. When sitting in your bed that morning you felt as if you’d be okay, as if you’ll be able to get through all this without anyone knowing or noticing. As Vernon’s eyes bore into yours, you just knew that he could see everything. You were never sure how close he considered you, and you were always too scared to assume that you are close in the first place.

Your knees feel like they’re about to give out, so you shake your head a little, trying to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks behind your scarf.

“There’s gonna be a party later tonight, if you uh- If you wanna come,” Vernon tells you.

“It’s Monday,” it almost comes out as a question, eliciting a laugh from the boy.

“I’ll text you the address later, in case you change your mind. I’ll be there.”

His smile always makes everything a little easier, so you nod and turn to leave. For a second he looks like he might say something else, a concerned look on his face, but he fades back into the conversation instead.

As soon as you’re out of earshot Vernon’s got multiple curious eyes on him, waiting for some sort of an explanation. They all know you to some degree of course, but they haven’t seen their friend like this in quite some time.

“Dude,” Seungkwan is the first one to voice his thoughts.

“What?”

“Did we miss something?'' His tone is enough to make Vernon’s eyes widen. “Just a heads up, I’m gonna keep an eye on you tonight. And I’m gonna be updating the group chat constantly, too.”

A round of laughter and general agreement follows Seungkwan’s statement, and though Vernon loves his friends, he has to admit that they can be too much sometimes. Even if he considers himself a private person, he does still keep them up to date most of the time, except at times like this. At times when not only his feelings are concerned.

He could see even during class how out of it you were, certainly he could, but he didn’t want to bring up something you were not comfortable sharing on your own. So all he did was slide a lone earphone over, and put on a playlist he made for you. Of course, he would never tell you that - or anyone for that matter. His feelings and his playlist were kept as his most treasured secrets, even if they’re only meaningful to him. He would be lying to himself if he tried to deny the crush he’s been nursing on you since you met in your first Monday morning class, sitting in the same spot as today. He immediately memorised your name during the quick introduction game the professor insisted on, making use of it as much as he could during class, and right after, too. Grabbing coffee seemed like the logical choice at the time, texting all his friends for recommendations as soon as he could. Once class was over he made his move, striking up conversation with you, albeit a little awkwardly. Surprisingly even to him, you agreed, and shortly after you found yourselves at a small café just off campus. The impromptu hangout felt almost too comfortable for it to be your first time meeting, and Vernon couldn’t think about the way you laughed at his terrible jokes without getting butterflies in his stomach, not even years later.

He later had to face the fact that you’re taken, and even if it broke his heart a little, he enjoyed your company a lot more than for something like this to keep him from you. So here you are, almost 3 years later, still looking at each other with the same unmistakable tenderness that only you two seem to ignore. Always smiling brighter, laughing louder, and whispering even more quietly when the other is around.

You are his first love, even if he would never admit it to anyone, not even himself.

The dim orange street light illuminates the kitchen in a way that squeezes your soul just a little too tight, making you feel nostalgic for things that maybe never really happened. Snowflakes land on the window and melt away slowly, racing down the glass. Lately it only snows at night, so you decide to stay up late, the party Vernon invited you to long forgotten.

Tonight it’s a little different somehow. The air feels heavier than usual, and the streets are fully empty, which is an exceptionally rare sight this close to campus. You open the window, and climb up to sit on the sill, dangling your feet into the night. The crippling pressure on your chest doesn’t seem to cease, and you wish to be able to cry and scream, let it all out while it’s dark and quiet.

In the distance you spot a figure slowly treading through the snow, dressed in all black with their hands in their pockets. Their steps are completely silent except for the occasional crunch of the fresh snow. The knowledge that someone else is just this restless at the same time as you brings an odd sense of peace. Wordless company on such a lonely night.

For a fleeting moment you feel like everything’s going to be okay.

That night you fall asleep wondering what it’d be like to hold Vernon’s hands on a 2am walk. You dream about your kitchen window being gone.

Vernon waits for you patiently at the party that night, checking his phone way too often to make sure he doesn’t miss any of your calls or texts. A few drinks and too much teasing from his friends later he’s already getting ready to leave when some girl sidles up to him, giggling drunkenly right into his face. He remembers her from one of his classes, but not her name, and he doesn’t bother asking either.

“Heeey,” the girl chimes. “Are you uh- are you here uh- alone?” She stumbles a little, both with her words and her steps.

Vernon hesitates, but nods anyway.

“Really? So am I, that’s uh-” Vernon gets nervous that the girl might end up ruining his shoes. “That’s so cool. Wanna, do you wanna-”

She closes her eyes for a second and blindly reaches out for something to steady herself, so he grabs her arms on instinct.

“Are you okay?”

“You’re sooo cute, come with me, please?” She tries to pout at Vernon, but it comes out as almost every other emotion instead.

He shuffles through his choices mentally, deciding to make his way back into the living room with the girl clinging to him for dear life. The mind numbing music makes him wince a little, and he makes his way upstairs as fast as possible to get away from the hardcore party scene, not really in the mood for the smell of sweat and alcohol combined with the loudest room he could imagine in this moment. He manages to find an empty room on the third try, having seen a lot more naked people than he’s comfortable with in the span of the past few minutes.

He helps the girl lay down, and she mumbles something similar to a “don’t go, you’re so cute”, which Vernon decides to ignore, and turns her on her side instead - just in case she gets sick. He quickly makes his leave, and he can hear retching from the other side of the closed door as soon as he’s outside. It makes him wanna leave as soon as possible, so he does just that, bidding bye to some of his friends before vanishing into the dark. He’s never been so happy about silence before.

The night is tranquil, even his own footsteps barely audible as he makes his way home. When he hears rustling he looks around to find the source, finding someone climbing into the windowsill in a nearby building. He gets worried, immediately wondering if he should call someone, or maybe yell out to the stranger to stop, the 5th floor is a long way from the ground, it’s not worth it. He decides against it when he sees the stranger quietly settle down, but watches for a bit longer anyway before deciding to continue his journey.

That night he falls asleep wondering if he should’ve texted you, if you’re even okay.

He dreams about the stranger falling from the window in slow motion, and wakes up in cold sweat before they could hit the ground.

You find yourself spending more and more nights in the kitchen, the quiet hum of the fridge and lone passersby keeping you company as you watch the world go by. It was peaceful in a terrible way, one which you were sure was no good for you. That window became your survival, even if it made your chest ache with the sights it presented occasionally. Some nights were different. Some nights your phone buzzed to life with a new text from Vernon, asking about your day or just trying to make conversation. With how unavailable you made yourself he suddenly became better at texting than talking. You had to admit that it always made you a little sad when you didn’t receive his almost routinely ‘hey :)’ just a little past midnight. You always started by scowling him for being up late again, to which he responded by telling you the same.

It’s around 1am when your phone almost buzzes off the countertop.

Vernon: hey :)

Vernon: its finally snowing!!

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the snowfall at night has been almost the only constant in your life lately.

Vernon: where r u???

Vernon: i know ur up we’re gonna go build a snowman

Vernon: dress warm!!

You’re about to force yourself to lie and turn him down, but something snaps inside of you and you find yourself asking for a location before hurriedly pulling on some warmer clothes. To your surprise he asks to meet in the park about a block from your complex, so you make your way over, waiting a few minutes for Vernon to arrive too.

He greets you with a warm smile, barely half his face visible from his beanie and scarf, his hands tucked deep in his pockets.

“Why are you even up this late?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“My roommates threw a party,” he closes his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh, his breath drawing the prettiest shapes in the crisp air. “But I could be asking the same.”

“You could, but don’t,” he laughs at your response. “It’s really fucking cold tonight though, so let’s hurry up with that snowman.”

He grins at you and gently bumps his elbow into yours as you set off to find a good patch of snow. It starts out mellow, rolling snowballs around until you get to a size you’re happy with. However, Vernon gets bored quickly and decides to start targeting you with his snowballs instead. The park is quickly filled with your laughter and screaming, chasing each other around until you’re both too tired to run anymore. He flops down into the snow onto his back, sprawling all his limbs out. He’s still laughing quietly, interrupting himself with a scream when you throw one last snowball at his chest, half of the snow ending up in his face as it falls apart on impact. Your eyes widen as he jumps to his feet, an excited squeal leaving your lips when he sets off running in your direction. You try to make your escape, but of course he’s quicker and tackles you to the ground almost immediately. You both end up on your backs, your heads almost touching and the quiet night comes to life as you burst out in giggles almost in perfect harmony.

“I think there’s a convenience store a few blocks away,” Vernon says once he’s calmed down enough to talk, and turns his head towards you.

“You hungry?” You move your gaze towards him, and suddenly his face is way too close - you could count his eyelashes or maybe get lost in his eyes forever. For a brief second it’s silent except for the pounding of your heart that you’re sure even he can hear.

“Yeah,” he whispers in response, not breaking eye contact. You swallow nervously and your eyes flicker to his lips. “I- Let’s go.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. Neither of you move.

You feel like even the world stops moving for a second, out of politeness, to give you time to think about what to do. You wonder what you’re so scared of, what is it about him that makes your brain short circuit with a single look. The thought of ruining your friendship with Vernon climbs to the front of your mind and suddenly it’s all you can think about. Your body moves on its own as you finally get up, dusting your clothes off and reaching down to help Vernon up. He stares at you dumbfounded, but takes your hand anyway and stands in front you in silence, watching you chew anxiously on your lower lip. Even if he doesn’t know all that’s been bothering you the past few weeks, he can clearly see that something isn’t quite right.

Suddenly you find himself in his embrace, his head squished to yours and his fingers tangled in the back of your coat. He holds you like this for a bit, playfully ruffling your hair when he finally pulls away.

“There’s nothing convenience store ramen can’t fix,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Especially since you’re paying,” you grin at him, and he only laughs at you, shaking his head a little. You never want this night to end.

The walk is quick and goes by in comfortable silence, only stealing glances at each other occasionally. You’re sitting under the flickering neon sign of the store, waiting for your ramen to finish cooking, Vernon almost falling asleep over his food. You offer him your couch for the night, but he politely declines, since surely the party must be over by now. You give him a small nod, poking away impatiently at your noodles, deciding to dig in whether it’s done or not, too hungry and tired to care. The clock above the cashier reads a little past 4am.

With your stomachs full you’re standing outside the shop, mesmerised by the way the green neon highlights Vernon’s face. Even like this, he looks tired and almost a little sad. Your thoughts wander to how little he has said since you left the park, and it leaves a weird taste in your mouth.

“Thank you.” You spot the perplexed look in his eyes. “For tonight. It was… nice. So, thank you.”

He has way too much to say and way too little consciousness left in him for the night. He tries to string his thoughts together in an order so that they make sense, but the lack of sleep takes over and he only manages a tired smile. He can see something in your eyes that’s new to him, but he decides to save that conversation for another time.

Once you say your goodbyes you slowly make your way home, walking past the half finished snowman. Once you reach the other end of the park you let out a sigh and turn around. You pull your freezing hands from your pockets and get to work once again, rolling a head for the snowman and looking around for some twigs for the arms. You put on a few pebbles as decorations, a smile adorning the snowman’s face now. You take your phone and quickly snap a picture to send to Vernon, even though you’re sure he’s already fast asleep.

It’s past 5am once you get home, managing to fall asleep without tossing and turning for the first time in weeks. You don’t have a dream that night.

When Vernon stumbles through the front door he’s greeted by Seungkwan and Soonyoung watching some movie in the living room, probably half asleep as they don’t seem to notice his arrival. He takes off his shoes and coat, quietly moving towards his room when he hears a tired yawn from the couch. Seungkwan blinks at him sleepily, Vernon greeting him with a small wave that either goes unnoticed, or the boy really was asleep.

“You missed movie night,” Seungkwan croaks out. “What time is it anyways?”

“It’s really, really late. I just had to check on a friend.”

“A friend…” Seungkwan studies Vernon’s face. “You look like shit, dude.”

Vernon only looks back at him with a tired expression, letting out a low sigh before disappearing into his room. He flops down on his bed, not even bothering to change out of his clothes. He thinks back to your face so close to his, all the things he could’ve said and done. The moon peeks through his blinds, and he wonders if he kissed you would you have kissed him back.

He dreams about the feeling of your lips on his.

Vernon never replies to your finished snowman, and somehow it bothers you a lot more than it should. For the first time this winter the snow didn’t end up melting by the morning, and it’s even there covering the ground in a plush white layer a few days later.

It’s one of those nights again where the dark amplifies your loneliness, and you find yourself in the park again, sitting on a bench in front of your snowman. It’s leaning to the side a little, the daytime sun not taking mercy on it. You stare into its pebble eyes, your elbows resting on your knees and your chin in your palms - almost studying the little creature you made. You know it's going to melt and be gone in a few days, and the thought puts a frown on your face. You wish you never got attached to something so impermanent.

You check your phone for the time, but instead have to face a missed call and a message from Vernon. All it reads is “r u up?”, and you mentally cringe at the tinder-esque nature of his texting habits. You decide not to reply.

You get up to leave, but fix the snowman up before you do so, wrapping your scarf around its neck. You zip your coat up as high as possible and set off with silent steps. Being alone feels suffocating, even though you’re the one who turned Vernon down once again. It’s been weird seeing him around at school, only being able to think about how pretty he looks under cheap neon lights. He doesn’t make much of an effort to reach out either.

Later that week one of his friends invites you to some party he’s hosting, but you politely turn the offer down. You do end up buying a bottle of the cheapest grapefruit soju you can find that very same night, laying drunkenly on the floor and singing along to every song that comes on. You are glad that your phone is dead and you are too out of it to get up for the charger, because all you can think about is texting Vernon. It’s way past midnight when you finally feel well enough to get up, realising that you’ve been ignoring how hungry you are for the past few hours. The kitchen sounds like the worst place to be, so you get dressed and decide on the convenience store that Vernon showed you.

Vernon isn’t much for parties, but he realises that he’s in dire need of some socialisation, so when Mingyu invites him over he says yes without thinking. He regrets it just a little when he can hear the blaring music from outside the house, giving himself a mental pep talk before walking inside. He’s immediately met with a crowded room, barely able to squeeze past the swarm of sweaty bodies. Finding any of his friends seems impossible, but the kitchen is right on the other side of the living room, so he beelines there. He grabs a beer from the fridge, and almost jumps out of his skin when he closes the door to find someone standing right next to it, expectantly looking at him. The girl is familiar, but he can’t quite remember her.

“Hey,” she says with a shy smile. “I don’t think we’ve met, at least not when I’m sober.”

The memory suddenly hits him, and the look of realisation on his face makes the girl laugh. She does look different when she’s not about to throw up all over Vernon’s shoes and the floor.

“Oh yeah, that was… A night, for sure. Hi. I’m Vernon, by the way.”

He leans against the counter next to her and cracks his beer open. The girl reaches a free hand towards him, the other cradling a cup of something, and introduces herself as Seohyun. They make small talk for a while, both of them finishing their drinks before she asks Vernon if he wants to dance. He hesitates a little, but nods anyway, and she immediately grabs his hand with a giggle before pulling him into the crowd.

They dance like that, bodies pressed a little too close together, laughing over the music and singing along to every song they know. Vernon feels weird anyway, like something is missing, even if he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

He has no idea how long he’s been there when he finally spots Seungkwan in the kitchen, mixing multiple drinks at once. He excuses himself for a second from Seohyun and makes his way over to his friend to greet him. Seungkwan only nods at him, and the response puzzles Vernon.

“What?” Seungkwan asks when he notices Vernon silently staring at him.

“Nothing. Having fun?”

Once again, he only nods. Vernon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but doesn’t press on, knowing fully well that Seungkwan will eventually tell him whatever is going on.

“Have you seen Mingyu?” Vernon shakes his head no and watches as Seungkwan somehow lifts all the cups at once and disappears out of sight without as much as a bye. He wonders if he should’ve stayed home to sleep instead.

He finds Seohyun on the couch, her head lazily thrown back and her eyes glistening in the dim light. She flashes a small smile when she spots Vernon, gesturing for him to sit down.

“I’m getting kind of hungry,” she pouts at him, and he feels like this is his chance to get out.

“I know just the place.”

You’re waiting for your ramen to finish cooking, sitting in the window of the convenience store with the neon lights lazily blinking down at you. Those 5 minutes feel like forever, but you’re not hungry enough to eat raw noodles.

The street in front of you is peaceful, even though there’s barely any snow left outside once again. You wonder how your snowman is doing. You wonder how Vernon is doing.

You look up at the clock above the cashier and notice that your food is finally done. Loud giggling grabs your attention from outside the store, and you wish you got more drunk so that you couldn’t be sitting here right now. Vernon’s eyes bore into your own through the glass, an unreadable expression on his face. The girl next to him is obviously lost as to what she’s witnessing, but doesn’t say anything. You quickly gather your belongings, grabbing your dinner too, before rushing out of the store. You glance at the boy one more time, and even though he’s clearly about to say something you rush off home. Tears blur your vision and leave burning trails along your face, but you just want to be home already.

Vernon is too stunned to move, only coming back to reality when he hears Seohyun’s voice.

“Who was that?”

“Just a friend.” A friend. “Let’s go eat.”

Seohyun beams at him, but he wishes he ran after you.

New Year’s Eve comes a lot quicker than you wish it did. Fireworks start going off way before midnight, and you can’t help but be annoyed. Maybe more sad than anything else, not really knowing how to feel excited about the new year. It used to be something you found exciting, but over the years it turned into peak isolation and anxiety season for you. Not out of choice, of course, life just happens sometimes.

You haven’t talked to Vernon at all since the convenience store. You haven’t really talked to anyone lately, except for a short call with your family to wish them happy holidays. You weren’t sure what went wrong, or where, but winter always brings a crippling feeling of cosmic insignificance into your life. Loneliness slowly turns into a black hole that absorbs all light and happiness in your life, and you find it harder and harder with each passing day to reach out. By the end of the year the light is barely a pinhole, and you’re sitting in the kitchen once again, watching the fireworks in silence.

Vernon can barely recognize their apartment after Seungkwan and Soonyoung are done with decorating, even less once it’s filled with music and all their friends. He doesn’t know most of them, but for one night he can find it in himself to be okay with this arrangement. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he finds a text from Seohyun telling him that she’s outside. Vernon takes the elevator down to the first floor to let the girl in. He unlocks the door for her, and she hugs him with the brightest smile on her face. Guilt immediately floods Vernon’s chest, but he doesn’t want to back away now, after all he was the one who invited Seohyun to this party. They make their way up in silence and enter the bustling apartment, Seohyun finding Vernon’s hand quickly at the overwhelming sight.

It’s still a few hours until midnight and Vernon wonders why he ever thought this to be a good idea.

A few drinks and a lot more dancing later he already feels worn out. He’s almost a hundred percent sure that there’s people doing the worst thing imaginable in his room, and the thought alone makes him want to leave for the rest of the night. He’s way too close to actually ditching all his friends and his sort-of-date, when Seungkwan suddenly yells over the music and the crowd, telling everyone to get to the rooftop. Vernon’s never been so relieved to hear his friend yell. He lets the crowd go out first, Seohyun still by his side. They leave last, Vernon making sure to close the door behind them. He catches a mischievous glint in Seohyun’s eyes, and she challenges him to a race to the staircase at the other end of the building. He lets out a tired sigh, but the girl tugs on his arm - and possibly his heartstrings - in a way he can’t resist. So they run, giggling and being just a little too loud.

It’s only a few minutes until the new year when they finally join the others, out of breath and still laughing. He can see Seohyun’s lips moving, but can’t make out any of it over the noise of all other people present. Suddenly the cacophony turns into clear chanting, and he can faintly recognise Seungkwan who yells “ten” first. They join in to the countdown, fireworks already going off in the distance.

Three. Two. One.

The crowd erupts in cheers, fireworks going off all around them as they enter a new year. Seohyun looks up into Vernon’s eyes, getting on her tiptoes and gently grabbing the collar of his coat. It feels wrong, so wrong, to lead someone on like this, and somehow Vernon still decides to kiss her, his hands settling on her waist as their lips meet. She smiles into the kiss, one of her hands gently moving up to rest on his cheek.

“Happy new year,” Seohyun whispers, still out of breath, resting her forehead against Vernon’s. He doesn’t say it back.

His phone buzzes away on the kitchen counter, your name weakly flashing on the screen. The call disconnects, and the house falls into darkness, before lighting up once again, this time with a text.

“happy new year”

Then it’s dark again.

Soon the days start getting longer and you finally say goodbye to snowy nights. You still dream about draping your scarf around Vernon, late night grocery runs, a kitchen window that’s brighter and doesn’t make you feel like the shell of who you used to be.

However, sleep still doesn’t come easy, it never really did. You occasionally find yourself looking out the same window, the sight comforting you with its continuity. Sometimes all you have is the view and the sill where you dangle your feet into a reality where you don't feel so left behind by life.

Tonight is no different, a blanket over your shoulders as you watch over the city. The distant noise of buzzing life makes you feel at peace, and you’re about to crawl back inside when you hear someone yelling your name. The word almost sounds unfamiliar, not having heard it in a while. You look around for the source of the sound, finally spotting Vernon who blends into the night in his usual all black outfit.

“Hey,” he yells once again, and he continues before you can stop him. “Come down? Please?”

You quickly climb inside, Vernon’s voice drowned out by your heart hammering in your chest. You only put on some slippers as you run out of your apartment, fuzzy sucks on your feet and the same blanket still over your shoulder. The elevator ride seems to take forever, but you finally get down, finding Vernon right outside the building sitting on the stairs. He scrambles to his feet when he hears the door behind him open, staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Even though it’s dark, you can see he looks different somehow. Maybe more tired, maybe a little more sad.

“What are you doing here?” The question comes out almost as a whisper.

“I recognized your socks. That sounded a little weird, I’m sorry, I just… Haven’t seen you in a while.”

It’s true, you were focused on your exams and skipped most of your classes whenever you didn’t feel like leaving your apartment for the day. It’s also true that Vernon never called you back or replied to your text since new year’s. He couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes after kissing Seohyun, even though he told her everything a few days later. She was very understanding, albeit understandably sad, and they did find good friends in each other with Vernon after all that happened.

“Is that my scarf?” You step closer to him, gently touching the soft fabric.

“I found it in the park. I was gonna bring it back, but then things kind of… happened,” His voice is barely above a whisper and he looks a little too deep into your eyes.

“How’s Seohyun?” You take a step back, and Vernon visibly gulps. Somehow he just knows that you’ve been talking to Seungkwan.

“I think she’s got a girlfriend now, actually. How’s your boyfriend?”

You’re taken aback by his question, his words sharp and purposeful, making you wince. He doesn’t say anything else, holding your stare as if it was a challenge. You feel the tears welling in your eyes, but neither of you move.

“Happy with someone else.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You called me down for this? Really, Vernon?” You snap at him, unwinding the scarf from his neck, tears freely racing down your face and you almost miss the front door as you push it open.

“Fuck you,” you spit at him before slamming the door shut.

Monday morning classes roll around once again, and you find yourself in your usual spot in the lecture hall. For a few weeks you sit alone, Vernon vanishing out of your life along with winter. It’s not until spring finally arrives that a familiar head of messy hair is occupying the seat next to yours by the time you arrive. You quietly settle into your chair, choosing to look everywhere except for the boy next to you. There’s still time until class starts, and you consider leaving to avoid whatever is about to happen, but Vernon is quicker, sliding a lone earphone in front of you on the desk. He patiently waits for you to pick it up and place it in your ear, one of your favourite songs already softly playing. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the class, doodling away in his notebook as usual, and it feels like winter again. When class is over Vernon hurries to leave, but you proceed to stop him in his tracks to give him the earphone back. He almost looks disappointed.

For a moment it’s only the two of you, getting lost in each other’s eyes and wondering when things turned like this, so distant and unfamiliar.

“Wanna go grab some coffee?” Vernon asks suddenly, even though he sounds a little unsure himself. It all feels like the first Monday you met.

The walk is quiet, but not in the comfortable way you’re used to. He still knows your order by heart, and somehow it just makes your chest feel even more tight. Vernon feels like a stranger and your dearest friend at the same time. Sometimes when you look at him too much you go back to the night where things still felt okay and you wonder if he ever thinks about it - about how badly you wanted to hold his hands, kiss him still lying in the snow.

“Your face is gonna stay like that if you frown so much,” he says nonchalantly as he hands you a to-go paper cup.

“I wish,” your words make him snort into his drink as he’s about to take a sip, and it makes you smile too.

You let Vernon lead the way through the neighbourhood, making small talk about all the things you missed in each other’s lives, although you don’t have much to offer having mostly sat at home. You end up on a park bench next to a small lake, and you watch as the ducks peacefully swim along. You wonder if the water isn’t still too cold for them. Vernon is still fiddling with his cup, almost looking somewhat nervous.

“I missed you,” he says quietly.

“You could’ve texted me.” He doesn’t reply. You do your best not to raise your voice. “At least say something now.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say? Confess my undying love for you? Tell you how I think about you every single day? How guilty I feel that I can’t even bring myself to look you in the eyes?” He’s looking for something, anything in your eyes, but you’re too angry to give it to him that easily.

“Maybe.”

“Oh you’re one to talk, like you’d ever tell me any of it!”

Vernon lets out a frustrated sigh, squeezing the cup in his hands until it buckles. His words fill your head, then your whole body, and you feel like your whole being is vibrating and slowly vanishing at the edges.

Cold hands come to rest on your face, Vernon’s forehead against yours and you wonder if love is supposed to hurt like this. You close your eyes, the snow is falling and your snowman is smiling at you warmly, your scarf around its neck. A teardrop rolls down your face and you open your eyes slowly.

“Are you okay?”

“Kiss me.”

A sad smile appears on his lips, his hands moving from your face and he wraps his arm around you instead, tucking your face into his neck.

“I promise I will,” He pulls away just enough to see your face. “Another time.”

Your head is still buzzing as he walks you home, gently holding your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You’re reluctant to let go when you reach your building, and your hesitation draws a faint smile on Vernon’s face.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead before saying bye.

That night you dream about being a duck, floating on glimmering ponds in the early spring sunset. You wake up crying at 2am.

You’re on your way home after a late night grocery run when your phone starts vibrating in your pocket. Vernon’s incoming call confuses you at such an odd hour, but you pick it up anyway. It’s loud on the other end of the line, loud music and even louder screaming drowning out Vernon’s voice almost completely.

“Where are you?” He yells into the phone.

“Out. Why?” You’re not sure if he’s sober.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, then suddenly it’s entirely quiet. You check if he’s ended the call. A loud bang reassures you that he’s still there.

“Someone’s having the worst sex I’ve ever witnessed right in my room. Are you free?” The distress in his voice makes you laugh, and you can imagine the frown on his face too well.

“You can come over if you want to, I’ll be home in a bit.”

He doesn’t need much convincing, so you hang up to finally focus on your groceries, grabbing a few extra drinks and snacks for your sudden guest. He’s sitting on the stairs in front of the building when you get home, listening to music that you can faintly make out from his headphones. He notices you as you halt to a stop right in front of him, a tired look on his face as he looks up at you. He smiles at you still and you can’t help but return the gesture.

You blindly reach into your bag, shuffling around for a can of cola that you bought for him. Your fingers finally wrap around the cold metal, and you hand the drink to Vernon, taking another one out for yourself. You take a seat on the stairs next to him, your knees slightly touching - he doesn’t move, so you don’t, either. The wind quietly shakes the barely-there leaves on the trees, and it moves something within you, too.

“I thought you like parties,” you tease him.

“You don’t know what I saw there. Consider yourself lucky, honestly.”

“I mean, you’re lucky that I’m nice enough to offer you my couch for the night.” He scoffs in response, and bumps his knee into yours.

You wonder if Vernon only exists on Mondays and at night.

His profile is sharp and soft at the same time in the flickering, orange light blinking at you from a nearby street lamp. He seems lost in thought and you don’t have it in yourself to bother him right now, not when everything feels so at peace for once. A few faint stars twinkle in the sky, and the moon looks as full as your heart feels. Spring always knew how to take your troubles away - it even happened a little too easily, the ice around your heart melting with the first golden rays of sunshine.

You know you’re going to be okay.

Almost on instinct you lean your head on Vernon’s shoulder, and you feel his arm circling your waist and squeezing gently, his head coming to rest on top of yours.

Maybe he could help you fix the dripping sink in your bathroom, too.

The lack of sleep finally finds you, the gentle breeze making both of you shiver just enough for you to make your way inside. The elevator has never felt so slow as you wait for it, but when Vernon carefully takes your hand in his, you don’t mind as much anymore. You can feel your face heating up a little, thankful when the elevator dings open. Vernon doesn’t let go of your hand, but you can also tell that his eyes are barely open, so you do your best not to think too much of it even if your skin feels like it’s on fire. You put in your passcode and walk into the small apartment, both of you kicking off your shoes before you lead him into the living room, where he collapses on the couch immediately.

It’s a little endearing somehow, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he struggles to keep his eyes. You fetch him a blanket and leave a toothbrush on the side of the sink, but he’s fast asleep by the time you get back, a throw pillow tucked under his head. You gently cover him with the blanket, and leave to get ready for bed after whispering a “good night” into the dark room.

You have a hard time falling asleep, wondering if he’s going to be there in the morning.

You dream about having his toothbrush in your cup next to yours.

You wake up to the smell of breakfast, worry flooding your mind before you remember that it’s most likely just Vernon. You slowly open your door, peeking into the kitchen to see him in front of the stove, fumbling with a pan and a pair of chopsticks.

“Smells good,” your sudden voice makes him jump, and he almost drops the pan.

“Just because I don’t know how to unlock the front door you don’t get to scare me to death.”

His focus is back on the eggs in front of him, so you slip into the bathroom to brush your teeth. You grab everything without even looking, but the toothbrush feels foreign in your hand. You look at yourself in the mirror and realise that you’re holding the one that you left out for Vernon last night. Then it hits you, he put it in the cup himself.

You quickly finish your morning routine and walk back into the kitchen where he’s sitting at the table, two plates of food set out for both of you. The sun filters in through the sheer curtain, painting everything golden, and you feel like your heart might rip out of your chest with how it’s hammering away.

Breakfast is quiet and peaceful, Vernon showing no signs of being in a hurry. You thank him for making you food as you place the dishes in the sink, only to find him staring at you when you turn back around. His eyes are soft, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, and you feel almost naked under his gaze.

“What?” You know you’re blushing, but you have nowhere to hide in the small kitchen.

“Nothing.”

The smile doesn’t leave his lips still, and you quickly excuse yourself as you rush into your room, feeling too overwhelmed. It’s weird to have someone, especially him, in your kitchen, looking so domestic and so pretty in the early morning sunlight. You can hear him doing the dishes in the other room and it almost makes you cry. By the time you gather yourself enough to face him again he’s getting ready to leave, one of his shoes already on his feet. You watch in silence, and unlock the door for him when he stands up straight.

He’s halfway out the door when he turns back around and presses a kiss to your cheek; your mouth opens and closes as you try to say something. Vernon says bye with a laugh and leaves you standing there, way too flustered to even close the door.

A neighbour appears in the hallway which prompts you to slam the door shut way too quickly and loudly, pressing your back against it and sliding to the floor.

You wonder if you’re still dreaming.

You’re running late to your morning class, having missed your alarm, feeling kind of asleep still. The seat next to yours is empty when you arrive just a few seconds before the professor, and you wish you went back to bed instead of running all the way to school.

The class is halfway through when the door quietly opens and Vernon slips in, two to-go cups in his hands. He looks completely unbothered by the fact that he’s this late as he takes his usual seat. He slides one of the drinks in front of you, your name scribbled on the side of the paper cup. You give him a confused look, but he only nods at you before taking a sip of his coffee. You do the same, quickly realising that he bought you your favourite. Maybe coming to class wasn’t the worst idea.

You leave the lecture together, coming to a halt in front of the building as Vernon spots his friends huddled together in their usual circle.

“There’s gonna be a party tonight,” he turns to you suddenly. “I want you to come.”

His eyes are intense and it makes your heart flutter.

“Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you for the drink.” You give him a soft smile.

“I was gonna be late anyway, so I figured why not.” It’s obvious that he’s not telling the truth, his cheeks turning red along with his ears. It makes you feel warm inside. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Will you watch the sunset with me before?”

With the way you’re looking at him, he doesn’t think he could say no to you, so he nods and turns to say bye. You stop him, your fingers wrapping around his arm, and you press a quick kiss to his cheek before walking away. He looks even more flustered, his feet glued in place as he watches you disappear into the morning mist.

You can hear his friends faintly as they cheer for him from afar.

It’s already getting dark when you rush out of your apartment towards the address that Vernon texted you. The air is crisp against your skin, and you realise you didn’t dress nearly warm enough to be sitting out in the cold, but it’s too late to go back home. You will yourself to a jogging speed, finally spotting Vernon in front of his complex.

“Please tell me the elevator is working,” you say, still trying to catch your breath. “My body was not made for this.”

“Well…” Vernon starts, but the look in your eyes makes him burst out in laughter. “I’m just fucking with you, it’s fine.”

“You better hope it’s fine, or you’ll get to carry me up to the rooftop on your back,” it’s his turn to give you a distraught look.

Lucky for both of you, the elevator is in working condition, so you only have to take the stairs on the last two floors. Vernon makes a show of opening the door leading up to the rooftop, a fond look on his face as he watches you take in the view. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this happy. You turn to him and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, muttering a “thank you” into his coat. The pink sky, along with the last few rays of sunshine make Vernon look even more angelic than you usually find him, and you wonder if he too can hear how fast and loud your heart is beating. He says something that you can’t hear from being lost in thought, but before you can ask him to repeat himself he’s pulling a blanket from his backpack and putting it down on the ground. You both take a seat, sitting close enough that your thighs are touching, your head almost immediately coming to rest on his shoulder.

The city is quietly buzzing away in the distance, glass buildings glistening pink, birds flying across the horizon. Vernon feels warm and familiar, his head on top of yours and his arm around you. You don’t remember the last time you felt so at peace.

The top of the sky is fading into blue, the last bit of sun still poking out from behind the city, but the stars are already visible. It feels like a moment you’ll remember forever.

You’re getting ready to leave, Vernon reaching a hand towards you to help you up. You watch him fold and put the blanket away in silence, and he freezes when he turns around, his backpack in his hands, finally noticing that you’re looking at him.

“What?”

He looks confused, but you simply step closer instead of replying. Your mind is a mess of incomprehensible thoughts no matter how hard you try to regain control over yourself.

“Can you kiss me?” It’s barely a whisper, your thoughts somewhere far away, somewhere where you’re lying in the snow, eating ramen under neon lights. Somehow, Vernon looks the same kind of dazed.

His bag lands on the ground with a thud, his hands cupping your face as he leans in without thinking, his lips crashing against yours almost hungrily. Your fingers find his collars easily even with your eyes closed, pulling him closer, closer, closer. Your lips move perfectly together, your hearts beating in unison. He tastes like how it feels to wake up next to someone you love, and even though his lips are cold, a warm feeling floods your whole body. You only pull away when your lungs beg you for air, and as your eyes find Vernon’s you can’t help but smile. With his hands still gently resting on your face he wipes away a few stray tears, and you turn your head to the side to press your lips against his palm.

The air feels thick from all the words left unsaid, but they can wait. For now, you’re okay with this.

“I don’t wanna go to that party anymore.”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

You’re sitting at your usual table under the flickering neon lights at the convenience store, already having finished your food. For the first time in months, your chest feels light, and you’re not sure if it’s because of spring or Vernon. You don’t mind either way.

He walks you home, almost kisses you goodnight, but you pull away. He looks at you anxiously, waiting for something to happen.

“Sleep over,” you say in a small voice.

“Your couch isn’t that comfortable,” he’s only half joking, a smirk on his lips and his hands reaching to find yours.

“But my bed is.”

The smile vanishes off his face, his eyes widening, and you’re about to make up an excuse, say that you were only joking, when you notice that he’s blushing. Suddenly he nods, beaming at you, and you mimic his expression, pulling him towards the entrance.

It’s odd, having him this close, especially in your own home after having been alone in it for so long. He smells like your shampoo, and tastes like your toothpaste, and it makes you nervous and excited at the same time, your heart feeling too big for your chest.

You watch with a fond look on your face as he moves around in the apartment, and somehow it feels like this is how it’s always been, his comfortable presence filling a void you weren’t even fully aware of..

In the dark of your room, under the warm covers, he holds you against his chest as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He looks at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” His question makes you let out an airy laugh, but he waits for your answer patiently.

“Only if you promise that you’ll do it again.”

With that, his lips are on yours, softly and slowly. He’s touching you like no one did before, with so much love and patience, that you can’t help but think about how this will break your body in unspeakable ways.

You know you’ll never love anyone as much as this, not in this lifetime.

A fleeting moment of everything and nothing.

#PEACH. you ... YOU..... IM CROOKING A FINGER AT YOU #this fic was SO fucking good like your writing is sososo excellent i was taking notes and filing things away in my repertoire for later us #i will be going back to this fic REGULARLY when winter comes .#recs #peach ♡

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Dagdan tuned his soldiers out, frowning at the letter that had been left in his office. It looked urgent, Morrigan never sent him letters back so quickly.

He knew she was alive but he couldn't tell anymore than that. He cut the letter, skimming it. His jaw clenched and he turned from his soldiers.

He found Branna sitting in the courtyard watching the other generals train.

"Are they showing off for you?"

Branna leaned back to look up at him.

"Does it bother you if they are?"

Her smile slipped and she stood in one fluid motion. Dagdan resister the urge to roll his eyes at his fellow generals.

Assholes.

"Dag? What's wrong? Is she -"

"Oh she's fine, probably - just read it."

Branna snatched the letter, her lip curling in disgust.

"All this over some peice of trash?"

"I'm going to go to her. Clearly Keir needs to see reason. You good here?"

Branna rose an eyebrow at him, handing the letter back to him.

"You actually think any of them are going to be a threat to me?"

He waited, and she finally gave a nod. He kissed her cheek, winnowing to the sky tower. He called his wings and took flight.

------

Yvette stepped back, trying not to cry. She turned to Cassian.

"What the fuck did you -"

"Morrigan."

Dagdan strode toward them, his arm slipping around her to squeeze her hip before he let her go. They could talk in private. He slid his eyes to Yvette.

"Couldn't you have simply agreed instead of cause all this fuss?"

Yvette flinched backward.

"You - you were always so nice. I never understood how -"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence Yvette. I was nice becuase it's called being polite. Clearly you didn't warrant the effort if uou couldn't play your fucking part. You turned down a prince for a glorified -"

Dagdan flicked his eyes to Cassian, his lip curling.

"What exactly are you? Glorified muscle? An attack dog -"

Dagdan hissed, stumbling backward. He touched the cut at his stomach. Yvette's hand curled tighter on Cassian's arm right over a siphon.

Did she realize what she was doing? Her head narrowed, and Dagdan gritted his teeth against the knife hot pain. He would not break, he wouldn't go to his knees because of a minor flesh -

Still his body wasn't listening. Whatever she was doing. His body was going from hot to freezing. He felt like something was crawling up his arms and borrowing into his bones.

Yvette pulled her lips back, her teeth flashing to points. Her magic finally spiraling free. Not that she noticed or cared.

"You say whatever you want about me. But leave my mate alone. Cassian is ten times the soldier you'll ever be Dagdan -"

//haha enjoy!!!//

Morrigan was pissed, and that was putting it lightly, and a vast understatement to the current of rage that slid under her skin. She had been mere moments away from ripping Yvette apart, piece by torturous piece, before she'd been talked down.

Just enough to pour her words into a quick letter to Dagdan. Her parents wouldn't listen to her; maybe they'd pay attention to him--

Perhaps a part of her hadn't expected him to show up as quickly, but she felt a breath of fresh air when Dagdan arrived at her side, her name on his lips. Angry eyes turned towards him, Morrigan's fingers clenched into fists at her side, and they only softened enough to make it clear it wasn't Dagdan she was contemplating obliterating.

That was, until Dagdan stumbled, his words cut off. Morrigan's own teeth bared, her magic flaring under her skin. It wanted an outlet, it wanted to lash this world to pieces--

❝ And yet you're the piece of filth fighting his battles for him? ❞ Morrigan scoffed, her own darkness bubbling, rising as her eyes blazed. ❝ Not a very skilled soldier if he can't face his own fight-- ❞

She sneered at Cassian. Oh he'd been a decent lay before, a few years ago, but she had no problem now tearing every bit of him and that bitch down.

❝ You want to settle this? Between us? Let the males fight it out and you can face me, if you're not too pitiful to do that-- ❞

@siderealxmelody

#asks ;; leave a message for the muses #siderealxmelody #muse ;; morrigan

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writteninkat · 4 years ago

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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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thinkingofsimpyboisinc · 3 years ago

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Ok so in another dsmp x reader blog that i also follow they have this Origins smp Isekai reader and I love Isekai reader stories and So- maybe one of the Simpy bois sees a mysterious object that suddenly fell from the heavens and when they go check out to see what the hell was that thing that fell down from the sky and then they found the darling

For Simpza i think he'll immediately take them home and try to treat their injuries if they have injuries from the fall and when the darling wakes up they'll be probably be freaked out cuz oh shit did they died and got sent to bleach!? (Idk much about the anime but i do know that Philza's skin is a character from bleach-) oh wait nO- it's just Philza... Wait-

And so Philza (imma call him Phil cuz he isn't a simp- yet ) is all curious to how in the name of DreamXD did they fall from the sky?

And the darling is also confused cuz last thing they remembered is a truck hitting them- oh well- that kinda explains why they got there

And so the darling spills everything to Philza on how they died and they know where they are and stuff cuz- Come on it's The Philza Minecraft the nicest person in the server how could you not trust him?

And yeah- Philza let's them stay at his place and since the darling is from a different world they might be like him and have one Canon life which makes them fragile at least in his eyes and tries to keep them from going out and stuff- (idk that's only what I thought of for Simpza if the darling was Isekaied into the Dsmp)

Ok so let's go to Simpbur

This could vary from what arc did the darling gets Isekaied tho but-! I can imagine Wilbur thinking that the darling is a fallen Angel or a gift from the heavens or a fallen star or something- and the darling would be very very hesitant to tell him information on where are they from since well- ya know

I may or may not add a second part for Simpinnit and Simpnoblade cuz it's 1 am rn and I'm tired lol- but y'all could just add in your own stuff to add in the Isekaied darling thing if I can't do the part or I'll probably just forget cuz my cousin made me play COD with her lol ^^;;

(also eyy look at me using my two Brain cells to think! :D)

-🌻

ill wrote something for simpinnit and simpnoblade cause uou got the other two covered!!! ^^

im gonna assume this happens during his second exile so all he has is dream and ghostbur. but then you fall out of the sky and he makes sure he gets to you before dream. at first your very confused and freaked out but tommy manages to calm you down. a part of him believes that you were sent down to be something good to finally happen to him. youre someone whos never supposed to leave his side.

for simpnoblade, i dont really see how it could fall into any arc. it just doesnt make sense, so lets say this is a time where he isnt at war and phil doesnt live with him. anywho, he hears you before he sees you. hes farming and hears carl neigh loudly as well as a huge thump. thinking that his horse is hurt, he goes to check it out. imagine his surprise when he sees a hole in the stables roof as well as an unconscious darling. techno originally was planning to leave you there, if not just kill you, but then his mind processes that you fell through the roof. therefore you fell from the sky. huh. he thinks that youre some sort of angel sent to make him become better, so he just sighs and bring you inside to warm you up.

#thinking of simpinnit #thinking of simpnoblade #//simpinnit #//simpnoblade #//🌻 anon #//anon thoughts #platonic tommy x reader #technoblade x reader

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shatteredandpurple · 3 years ago

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Hey I know you like Demi Lovato (or used to), what do you think of them now (since they came out as non-binary) and everything that happened with the ice cream shop?

I'm very proud theyr out and happy with themselves as non binary. The reason I'm not a fan anymore has nothing to do with them coming out as nonbinary. It's the victim they always seem to play for attention. Has absolutley nothing to do with sexuality and all to do with demi's personality. Don't know you worded it like that lol

So bare with me for my little rant. I'm a no body so it really doesn't matter what I think about demi, but you asked lol

The frozen yogurt thing was stupid. And Idk if people who are reading this are the kind to be like "well you don't know how it feels..." blah blah. If you've been following me for as long as most of you have you all know I struggled with an ED it's not really a secret and I don't really care I'm pretty open about it. I don't think demi had ANY right trying to destroy a small business bc of their feelings getting hurt. Like don't go.

People who have diabetes need sugar free things, people with certain dietary needs need sugar free things. Like people have HEALTH PROBLEMS and wanna be able to have an option. I'm glad the frozen yogurt place has that option. Means they care about everyone's needs in particular.

Everyone who has or has had an eating disorder struggles with it everyday still, but what's not ok is taking it out on other people. It's an internal struggle. Demi had no right attacking a small business and blasting them like that. First of all, it was a disrespect on people with physical dietary problems. Like some people have to watch what they consume or it will be life threatening. Demi just feels the world revolves around them and I guess no one else matters to em.

And it isn't just the frozen yogurt.

I feel like (and this my personal opinion) demi just pushes whatever they feel is a popular issue at the moment. (again nothing to do with sexuality before you come at me. I'm talking about hot topics or whatever is trending) they always seem to turn it around and just have negative things to say about it.

Listen, demi has been through a lot of shit. I give them a lot of credit for that. Addiction is no joke. Whether it be a physical or mental addiction. They've gone through stuff that no one should have to go through alone. But I mostly blame Hollywood. And I feel like all these interviews, and all the books and podcasts demi is on... Idk. It started out as demi really caring about people going through similar things, but now I feel they just do it to be in the spotlight.

I personally feel like they just use mental illness as a fad sometimes for attention. Which sounds fucked on my part to say about someone, but I take mental illness very seriously. And all the money demi makes and attention they get off of these young kids struggling just pisses me off. Like I haven't been really on top of the demi drama or info anymore so if they have been donating money please tell me.

I just feel like everytime demi goes off the radar for a while, they come back in full swing on something they have to complain about to make people feel bad for them.

Anyway... Small businesses are going under bc of the covid shit. We need to build them up. Not tear them down for dumb shit. Use your millions of followers for a good impact.

Like go somewhere else if you want frozen yogurt. Boohoo you couldn't get the yogurt uou wanted. Some people cant afford a 7 dollar dollop of yogurt bitch shut up. Lol like seriously is this first grade.

Can't please everyone.

#Anon #Ask #Personal opinion on demi.

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fandom-imagines-for-days · 5 years ago

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Practice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, self harm, angst, light fluff and awesome cheerleading.

Prompt: "Did it ever occur to you that this would hurt me too?"

Summary: During cheer practice, fresh scabs are picked and Peter finds out about the readers dark secret.

You weren't sure how much longer you could hide it. Winter was ending and it was going to be hellish hot soon, which meant long sleeves were no longer practical. With a worried breath, you pulled your sleeves over your hands and left the bathroom. Practice would start within ten minutes and you weren't ready to try the new stunt the coaches had been planning.

This week you guys were working on partner stunts, and you coincidently or completely purposefully got placed with your boyfriend. Which was amazing, save for the fact that he might spot something underneath the thin white fabric of your long sleeve practice top. "Hey Y/N," you smile and wave at one of your cheer-mates and wonder towards the field.

A shock shoots through your system as someone's arms wrap around you. "Peter." You mumble, somewhat displeased. "Yes babe?" He whispers, kissing your neck. You felt a pang of guilt. He treated you so well. He loved you so much. And you loved him too. But some part of you hated yourself, and you hadn't gotten over that yet. Dating for nearly a year and cutting for even longer. Hr didn't know and he couldn't. You'd stop eventually. But not now.

"Please don't scare me. You know I get jumpy." He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry babe, I'll let you know I'm here before I wrap my arms around you next time." You smile weakly. "Thanks Pete." You turn and kiss his nose before draging him towards the other cheerleaders.

"Hey Y/N, hey Peter!" You hugged your friends and they hugged Peter too. "You ready to try the throw to hands extention, to lib into twist cradle." Her excitement was bubbling. Obviously she was. You shook your head with uncertainty. "Not so much." You tell her. Throw to hands was when the base (person holding up the flyer) put their hands on the flyers waist, their hands over the base's wrists and they jumped while the base threw them up where they would catch the flyer in their hands, ends of shoes just lightly over the bases shoulders. From there the base would extend the flyer up to where they would stand on one leg, the other leg bent at the knee, and arms out and slightly infront of them. Once hit and held for however long ghe couch wanted, the base would pop (gently throw the flyer out of their hands) and the flyer would twist twice before being caught by the base and a spotter or a back spot.

The idea seemed okay in theory, in practice many things could potentially go wrong. And even though you trusted Peter with your life, This seemed hard. Peter wrapped one arm around your waist. "I'm sure we'll hit it. Doesn't sound too hard." You nearly scoff. "Tell that to me when I hit fhe ground." Peter pulled You slightly closed to him. "Not a chance angel."

"Guys start warming up. We'll start in five." At the sound of that everyone filed into a circle where you started stretching, neck, shoulders, back, legs etc until all the flyers stsrted stretching their stunts, like the splits, needle and some tumbling. You weren't the best at all of those things but you were improving drastically.

"Can we warm up the throw to hands?" Peter asks. You glance at him, admiring his strong arms visible due to the grey tank top he wore, his soft brown eyes and gorgeous chocolate locks. "Yeah, let's go." He takes you away from the group and calles your friend Jaimie to spot. Peter stands behind you, knees slightly bent and hands on your waist, he'd lifted the shirt a bit to hold your skin since it had better traction than your shirt. You placed your hands over his wrists, holding them.

"Five, six, seven, eight." On that count Peter bounced you, while you jumped, pushing up off of his wrists and you pulled your tummy in, thighs tight and left your arms by your sides. Peter expertly caught you just slightly in-front of him and pulled you into place, his hands on the balls of your shoes with your heels just slightly resting on his shoulders. "Nice one guys!" Your coach praised. You beamed. This whole throw to hands thing was pretty easy.

"Can we hit lib?" Peter asks, slightly pushing you up to grab a better hold of your foot. "Yeah." You confirm. He counts again and pull tight to make his job of lifting you eaiser. He extended you above his head in one swift motion while you moved onto one leg and pulled your other leg up and pointed your toes. You shot your arms up and balanced as best you could.

Peter counted once more and you allowed yourself to be lightly popped upward, where you waited a second before twisting and pulling your arms in to be caught by Petet and Jaimie. "That was fantastic guys!" Someone shouted. You smiled as Peter and Jaimie let you down. "Nice one." Peter announced, hand up for a high five. You clapped his hand and went in for a hug.

What you didn't notice in all the excitement, was that when uou were caught, the fresh scabs on your arms had been picked off, causing the wounds underneath to bleed. "Why is there blood on your shirt, are you okay?" Jaimie pointed out and Peter looked round. "Yeah I'm fine. Y/N." Panic filled your soul. "I'm fine." You state firmly before rushing off toward the bathroom.

You heard Peter following you but didn't stop. "Y/N! Are you okay?" You shouted back: "Yes I am!" Peter caught up to you and stopped you. "What happened?" He nearly demanded. "Nothing." You insist. Peter squints. "Y/N."

"Leave it Peter." You attempt to dismiss him. "You arent normally like this... Did You." He seemed to choke up at the thought. "Did you hurt yourself."

"No." You lied through gtitted teeth. "Y/N." He said again, in a far more warning tone. You felt tears well in your eyes. "Peter." You attempt to counter his fearful attack. "Please let me see." You shook your head forcefully. "No. They're fine. They're never too deep." At that You just realized you had given yourself up. "I'm sorry." You wail finally crying and nearly collapsing. Peter catches you in his arms. "Hey. I'm sorry I didn't notice. That I didn't help." You just cried and Peter pulled you into a hug. "I know you're hurting yourself but. Did it ever occur to you this this would hurt me too?" You cried slightly harder at the sound of that. "It hurts me a lot to see you in pain." He held you tighter.

"It's going to be fine Y/N. We'll figure things out. Next time you feel anything like this please tell me." He whispers. "I I-'ll try." You stutter. "Please do. I love you Y/N. With everything I have."

"I love you too."

"Common, we'll talk more about this later okay, I have a spare long sleeved shirt in my locker you can borrow." You smile softly. "Get changed and then let's help others hit the stunt." You nod. "Thank you. For not freaking out on me. For not hating me."

"Babe, I could never hate you." He tells you flatly, a smile on his face.

"Lets see if we can do a triple twist toss hey?" You chuckle at the mention. You guys had been trying to hit that for weeks. "Let's." You agree. "Good, go get changed." At that he tosses you the key to his locker and kissed you.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #angst #cheerathletics #cheerleading #x reader #peter parker x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland #spiderman #spider man

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mr-walkingrainbow · 4 years ago

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I'm literally not trying to be rude or anything, just trying to be helpful in a kind manner

They're: contraction

they are.

There:adverb

in, at, or to that place or position.

"we went on to Paris and stayed there eleven days"

used in attracting someone's attention or calling attention to someone or something.

"hello there!"

Their:determiner

belonging to or associated with the people or things previously mentioned or easily identified.

"parents are keen to help their children"

used in titles.

"a double portrait of Their Majesties"

Your:determiner

belonging to or associated with the person or people that the speaker is addressing.

"what is your name?"

belonging to or associated with any person in general.

"the sight is enough to break your heart"

You're:contraction

you are.

"you're an angel, Deb!"

Oh man. whOOO! anOTHer one of these. I’m so sorry but this was just the absolute wrong day and time to send this. Just saying I’m not holding this against you. Your trying to help and be sweet and I get that.

But I’m also gonna rant and make an example so no one else every tries to do it again.

GUYS. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YALL TO STOP HATINH AND TRUING TO TEACH ME THE CORRECT WAY TO SAY THE THEIRS

IM NOT DUMB. I KNOW I DO IT. IVE PUBLICLY ACKNOWLEDGED IT MANY MANY TIMES. IM FULLY AWARE OF MY WRITING FLAW AND I ACTUALLY LOVE IT ABOUT MYSELF. CAUSE ITS MY FLAW. AND THATS APART OF ME. AND I BELIEVE IN LOVING EVERY PART OF YOURSELF.

AND IM WORKING ON IT! IVE BEEN CONTINUOUSLY WORKING ON IT.

BUT THE FACT SOME OF UOU THINKING ACTIVELY POINTING IT OUT WILL SOMEHOW RANDOMLY FIX TJIS AND MAKE ME PRAISE AND THANK YOU IS JUST A FANTASY.

POINTING THIS OUT WILL NOT RANDOMLY CAUSE ME TO FIX AND INGRAINED BAD HABIT.

I DONT COME ONTO YOUR WORK AND TELL YOU TO FIX YOUR FLAWS

SO WHY DO YOU THINK ITS OK IT REPEATEDLY CRITICIZE ME AND MY WORKS ABOUT THEIR GRAMMER???

I DID NOT GIVE EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO DO THIS. AND UNLESS I HAVE THEN IT IS CONSIDERED EXTREMELY RUDE TO DO SO. THIS IS UNIVERSAL KNOWLEDGE. YET SOME PEOPLE STILL THINK JTS OK TO GO AHEAD AND TELL ME

LIKE YOUR SOME TEACHER SAINT WHO IS BEING OH SO GENEROUS.

It’s driving me NUTS!

so PLEASE. For the love of the GODS. STOP TELLING ME THIS!!!!!!

(Once again aye-non. I’m not holding this against you. You were nice and genuinely trying to help. I’ve just had way to many people be a total jerk about this) and you happened to say this once again during an extremely shitty day for me

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Jerry :( I'm sad, something really depressing happened earlier and I need your help cheering me up.

ok please enjoy this. :)

JERRY X READER FANFIC

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Your name is (Your First Name) Bungalow Bill… and your the sexiest mother fucker on this street. every day your just so sexy that you have to cover all your mirrors. your orbs is (your eyecolor) and your strands are (your haircolor)

One day youre just taking a swim in the lake downtown. Just swimming all around in there with your pecs and swimming down and grabbing trouts in your bare hands. You hear a little something and you look around. You don’t see anything but then you keep looking… And. You see… someone drownding…

your legs go fast and your arms to fast and you swim to them. you pick their body up out of the water noting how buff it is… and ripped. Your blushing cause well you just think thats so handsome. you pull the man out of the water and hold him above. He coughs up water and blood and he looks at you with those big sexy marbles (eyes)

His wet brown lock curls and strands are on his head. “Hi thank you” he says handsomely, his voice like a speedrun of darksouls 2. “I’m Jerry… Jerry smith. thank you for rescuing me my prince…”

Your just so embarassed and you swuirm around. “Ahhh!!!! X_X 0mg Lol… anything for you bigboy… Glad i could help baby boy.” your so sweaty and your shoes are so small on your feet. You take off your shirt cause its so hot and reveal a tattoo of vegeta.

Jerry sees this and his eyes go blind of love. “Omg… I know you… Are you by any chance BungyChungyBill62 on ao3?!” he screams. “Yes” Uou say firmly back. “Oh my god i love your vegeta fanfics so much he is just so smexy am i right?!” he says. You smile proudly. “I agree.”

Papa J stands up and brushes off his shirt. “Well i should probably get going soon i have to go back home and cook dinner for my children” he holds up a fish that he caught in the water. “Those babys are gonna love this. Just kidding they hate all my meals and I’m alone”

You both chuckle and laugh at that funny joke!

You part ways and go back to your apartment where you sigh dreamily. Jerrey….. Oh he was so epic. but now that you have tasted perfection, what does life matter? you sit on your couch and play super monkey ball until you pass out at 6 am.

—–

The Next Morning

you wake up and take out your laptop and look at it. you have 3 new private messages. one is a continuation of your teen titans go roleplay thread. one is from your boss telling you that youre fired. and one… is from Jerry

“Hi (your name). Do you want to come camping with me this weekend, we have 6 pairs of hiking boots and there is only 5 of us in my family. I need to repay you for saving my life. Please respond. Love Jerry”

you fcking type “Yes” into the keyboard so good and you hit send. You are so excited you go to Walmart and you buy fishing line and bug spray and a whole canoe and you go home and knit yourself a sweater and it says “I LOVE JERRY” on it and you wear it.

-/——-

the next day

you hear honcking of a car outside and you go out there and see Jerry waving from his car. you take your suitcase and you go out there so fast and you see him. “Hi (name)? my family is so happy to see you are coming” he says. “guys this is the man who saved my life. ”

They are all playig magikarp jump and they dont say hi or look at you

“Haha well you know how it is” he says sexily. Everything about him is so tender and strong. “Hop in the trunk sorry we have no other room” he says and he gets out of the car and helps you into the trunk. You lay down in there and he kisses your forehead and closes it down and you just play your 3ds in there for a few hours

On the way there they stop and you get out cause you are all going in to get food on the way from McDonald’s. you step out and stretch and Jerry and you all go in.

You decide to talk to his family. “hi are you jerrys wife?” you say to Beth.“ unfortunately LOL” she says. Your so mad and angry. Beth goes to the counter. “uhhh can i get a. Fucking large Coke and 3 tomattos and a cookie and a salad and crotons and just a little Oreo mcflurry yes that will be all” she says. When she isnt looking you take her Coke and you put 10 salt packets into it.

Next you talk to morty he is just sitting at a table tying his shoes. “Hi morty jerrys son? I’ve heard so much about you” you say. Jerry didn’t tell you anything about him but also I forgot you have mind reading powers and you just know. morty looks up at you and he says “yeah” and he takes off his shoelaces and throws them in the garbage and takes off his shoes and throws them in the garbage cause he does not know how to tie them.

now youre talkig to summer. she is skyping with her boyfriend. “And so then they all shoot the ancient minister and his cape catches on fire and its fucking rob!!!!!Oh hold on one second. Hi what do you want” she says. “Oh hi summer just…… well just saying hi cause we are camping together. Are you having fun” “no” she says. “Ok well… maybe i have something for you…” you reach into your suitcase and just pull out a book. it says WARRIORS volume 1. you hand it to her. “try reading this bitch.” “Ok maybe i will bitch!!!!”

You walk up to their grabdpa Rick. “Hi Rick.” you say. “Dontever talk to me again” he says and he takes a real gun out of his pocket and shoots you

You wake up in the trunk of the car and walk back into McDonald’s. They are all eating their nuggets. “Ok there you are you died for a little bit there” they say. Jerry takes your hand. (your name) please come in the play place with me" he says. “Ok” you say and you both go in the McDonald’s play place and you have a fun time on the slide playing tag

When you are done you go back in the trunk and go to the campsite. When you get there you get out and breathe in the fresh air and 4 mosquitos. “Ahh… The fresh air” you say… “Boy do I love camping” you say and you take your suitcase and open it up and just chug one of those bottles of bug spray.

Jerry comes up to you. He has a headband that says JERRY RULES on it and he is wearing a shirt with Dwayne the rock Johnson smiling and giving a thumbs up. he is wearing very short shorts and sandles with socks and fingerless gloves and eyeshadow and blue lipstick. He winks at you. “Are you ready to have some fun” he says. You do a little dance. “Oppa gangnam style yes i am Jerry!” You are wearing skinny jeans, your I love Jerry sweater, a wolf hat because your fursona is a wolf, high heels, and a ripped vest with fake plastic crystals on the back.

You and jerry help set up the tent whole beth and summer just drink mountain dew and no one knows where rick and morty are. when you have finished setting up the tent there are 2 wasp nests in there and you are very scared. “Kyaaa…” you squeal and hide behind Jerry. “oh no need to fear (YOUR NAME HERE) they dont call me Jerry for a reason” he said. he Walks in there and just rips off the wasp nests in his bare hands and eats them and you see him grow slightly larger as he does. He turns to you and winks. You fall over and faint

When you wake up you are in the tent. it’s pretty dark out. you go outside and morty is on fire and everyone is roasting marshmallows on him. “oh hi (name) you sure sleep a lot and die a lot!” says Jerry and they all kek and laugh together. You blush in embarrassment. Jerry walks over to you handsomely. “Hi motherfucker do you want to take a walk and play pokemon go” he asks. You pull your phone out of your (your area of choice) “Yes” you say. both of you hold hands and start walking down the dark streets.

You can see illuminated from the fires that people are having. And also Jerry is giving off a faint glow. “Wow Jerry… you’re so beautiul tonight” you say bash fully. He smiles. “Yeah I know” he whispers. “Want to go somewhere cool?” he asks. “Yes” you say and dab.

Jerry and you go deep into the woods. “Jerry I csnt see anything” you say. “Oh one moment.” He grunts hard and focuses. Hundreds of fireflies come flying over to him and land on him and he is glowing now. You are amazed and crying. “Jerry I have to say something…” you say. “I’m in love with you!”

Jerry gasps and puts a hand up to his face and he swallows some fireflies accidentally. “Oh (your name)! I’m in love with you too!”

you both lean in… but then suddenly… a green portal opens behind you. some ricks come out and one of them pushes Jerry off a cliff and he dies. “Ahhhhhhh my beautiful Jerry!!! you… you mother fuckers will pay…” you say and flex hard. You start transforming into your beast form. Your hands get long and your ears get wolf ears. Your teeth become sharp and your eyes are glowing red and you are shacking. But before you can do anything a tranquilizer dart is shot into your back and you can’t see and you fall asleep.

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You wake up in a brightly colored room well its white. It’s space jail and you are in it and to your right is a big buff space man and he looks so mean and weird. “where am i…?” you moan and you look around. Then a tv comes down and a Rick is on the tv.

“Ok so we thought you were gonna be Beth lol” he says. “we didnt excepet jerry to be kissing some stranger in the woods but i guess thats just fucken jerry bitch!!!!! Anyways we cant let you go now cause we found a rare mineral in your body. in 2 days we will harvest it and you will die sorry.” and he hangs up

You collapse to the floor and start crying and bawling. Why does this happen to you? “Jerry…” you cry out. “I want your hot and sweet tender loins to come and hold me…”

“Oh really?” a voice says. You recognise that voice… Its Jerry. But he is not here! Then the alien to the left of you takes off its mask and it is Jerry. “Hi motherfucker” he says.

“OH JERRY!!!!!” you scream and run into his arms. “oh Jerry I thought you were DEAD!!!” you whisper loudly. and kiss his little eyelashes. “Oh I was. but I respawned then.” he says. “and now I’m gonna get you out of here bich!!!!”

He raises a hand above him and starts screaming. The entire prison you are locked in is turned into minecraft blocks. he absorbs them all and quickly crafts a spaceship for you to fly in. You both get in. “Hey you can’t do that what are you doing!!!!” Some ricks scream… But your flying just so much. And you go.

—–////–

You arrive back at the campground in the morning. you both step out. “Jerry what the fuck” says everyone at once. you are so glad to be back on earth.

Then Jerry collapsed onto the ground. “J… Jerry…? what’s wrong…?” you ask and get on your knees to feel his forehead. He is getting sick.

“I can’t survive this long without… Nutrients…” he whimpers. “I need the earth and wood and grass to survive im running out of time” he says his eyes fading away.

You grab some dirt and wood chips and put them in his mouth. he eats them. “yum… thank you…” he says softly. “But. I’m afraid it’s too late…”

His body goes limp.

“Ah Jerry…! No!!!!!!!!!” you scream and you put your lips to jerrys and Kiss him. He starts to glow and you are kissing and he rises up and he is glowing and he suddenly had a Beaitiful white suit on and he is alive.

“Oh (your name) you brought me back…! To life…!” he says and he hugs you. “thank you the power of LOVE saved me” he says crying. Your also crying. “Oh Jerry I love you so much you are so ripped and handsome and muscular and stronf and desirable and underrated and underappreciated…” you both embrace and kiss.

“Honey” says jery to Beth. “I think… I need to see someone else.”

“ok” says Beth. “we have been divorced for 3 years Jerry.”

“haha lol!” you all have a good laugh and slap your knees and you and Jerry are glowing and kissing and you both combine and melt into each other and fuse into one big buff man.

——- EPILOGUE ——–

You now enjoy your life as a fusion perfectly happy and married and you go around giving warrior cat books to people to get them hooked on warriors.

summer also is a cat now cause she loves them so much she asked Rick to turn her into one.

Beth is single and she is loving her life she is strong and goes on dates and she brings horses to life.

Morty hasnt worn shoes in 7 years. That’s ok though he is working on it.

Rick is exactly the same but he wears eyeliner now.

—– THE END ——

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writteninkat · 4 years ago

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Red Dragon | Toji x reader

summary: Toji has his way with you after finding out about the red dragon tattoo you have on your back.

f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, dumbification(??), ass slapping

"It's hot today isn't it?" Kugisaki pinches her uniform with her index and thumb, flapping it to create some sort of air to try and cool down her body underneath her uniform. "Aren't you hot underneath all that turtle neck and long sleeves, sensei?"

You look up at her from your paper work, pen in between your fingers. You recall her question, taking a few moments to answer before shrugging your shoulders. "Ah, I get it now. You don't have anything else underneath, do you?" Kugisaki teases you, now her index finger is pointed at your chest as she gives you a teasing smirk.

You chuckle at her attempt but give in nonetheless, unbuttoning your uniform and peeling it off your skin to show the spaghetti strap uou have on. No, you don't feel as warm as Kugisaki, probably, but you can still handle the heat. You hand your uniform behind your chair to prevent it from getting creases.

You look around your table, frowning when you don't see any random hair ties lying around. Sighing, you take a pen and bite on it, busying your hands with rolling and putting your hair up in a bun before using the pen to secure it.

Kugisaki looks at you with sparkles in her eyes, at awe by how you just tied your hair up with a pen. "That's amazing sensei! Teach me how to do it, please?"

You smile at her, curling your finger at her, signaling her to come nearer. "Just look at how I did my hair, it's pretty easy to follow." You point up at your messy bun, a few steay hairs falling down in the front part of your face when you bend your neck down.

When Kugisaki is behind you, you feel a hand on your neck. "Woah, since when did you get this tatted?"

The other teachers, Gojo, Atsuya, Shoko and Toji all look up at you in sync, oblivious to the red dragon tattoo on your upper back. Everyone of them had curiosity glimmering in their eyes, especially Toji.

"Five years ago, after I graduated." You answer your student, but your eyes are on Toji who's still eyeing you.

"Did it hurt?" She asks.

You keep your gaze on Toji, your- what do you call him? Boyfriend? No, your relationship isn't really that serious with him. Then maybe a fuck buddy? That'll have to do -fuck buddy.

"I guess I liked the pain." A smirk twitches on your lips as you give Toji a teasing look, knowing full well the kind of effect you have on him. He gives you a look telling you to be careful, but you brush it off, going back to grading your students' school works.

By the time the sun sets, the school is quiet and the students have went back to their respective homes. You stay for overtime, trying to make up for the week you asked off. All one could hear inside the faculty was the sound of uour pen scribbling on paper, writing notes and pointers for your students as you correct their mistakes.

Then you hear footsteps. Shivers run up your spine at the thought that you knew exactly who they were from and where they're exactly coming from. Not long after, you feel a large presence behind you, looming over you, covering the light the moon is reflecting back inside the faculty.

"Aren't you going home, Fushiguro?" You try to play yourself off as nonchalant, leaning over to your desk to seem as if you were focused on your work when in fact your legs are squeezing together underneath the table. The smell of Toji's expensive perfuming wafting around you has your cunt dripping wet and clenching down around nothing.

You feel a finger- two fingers press against your nape. Electricity shocks you at the point where your skin and his fingers meet before shivers run down your spine when he begins dragging his fingers softly down your back, feeling over the spot where you know where your tattoo is.

"You never told me about this." Toji's deep voice resonates around the room like a dark melody, keeping you on your toes as you feel the butterflies lose themselves at the sound of it. "You never asked." You clench your jaw, holding yourself back from begging him to fuck upu right then and there.

"If you told me I would have done something about it." He runs his fingers back up on the center of your back, this time slowly running onto your shoulder, hooking his finger on the strap and pulling it off, letting it fall off your shoulder.

You turn your head to the side, looking down at his legs. "And what exactly would you have done after I told you about it?"

You're playing a dangerous game and you know it. You can practically smell the intense lust Toji's currently suppressing inside him. You know you shouldn't- not in the faculty at least, but you can't help it. He's wearing that black shirt that hugs his body perfectly, a bit tight on the biceps and chest area, giving you a good look at the effects of years of training and fighting curses. Arms that could lift you around easily, as if you weigh nothing.

It all happened so quickly- you feel Toji's arms on wither sides of your waist. He pulls you up from your seat, kicking the chair away with his foot so nothing was in between the two of you. He forces you bent over on your table, your short pencil skirt hiking up and showing off the base of your ass.

Toji's hand is on your head, fingers combed theough your hair as he forces it down on the table. His other hand runs up and down your sides, fingers following every curve. It reaches your thigh, giving it a squeeze making you moan softly.

"Oh fuck," Toji breathes out, gaze scanning over the red dragon tattoo on your back with you in this position. He has a very clear view of it and the fact that your ass is on full view has him rock hard in his pants. "I really fucked you missionary all this time when I could have had you in doggy or bent over a table like this?"

He pulls your leg up, placing it on the table to give himself better access to your dripping cunt. Your slick as traveling down your other leg as he presses two fingers against your clothed sex. You moan loudly, voice resonating around the room as you scrunch up your brows.

Toji leans in, a sadistic grin stretched across his face. "You're already so wet for me. You love having master force you down like this?" His fingers begin massaging circles on your clit, causing for moans to spill out of your mouth. Toji let's go of your head and pulls your hands together, pinning them behing your back. "Hmm? Yeah? Like it when you can't move properly like this?" He presses his fingers even deeper onto your cunt, making you throw your head back.

Toji begins licking on your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin as he listens to your moans as if they were opera music. You feel your legs begin to clench together as you near your high, your hips rocking back and forth uncontrollably. When Toji slips his fingers underneath your thin underwear, you drop your head on the table and let out a moan as your feet lift your heels, feeling your orgasm wash over you.

The fact that it's been a long and stressful day makes the orgasm even more intense- the pent up frustrations you had formthe day were just spilled over like that by two fingers and you couldn't even be more happier.

Your deep breaths replace your loud moans inside the room. You look around, feeling needier when you watch Toji lick and suck on his fingers, lapping on your juices as he looks at you dead in they eye.

You follow his hand as it reaches on the waistline of his sweatpants, pulling it down along with his briefs to let his cock spring out. It's red, it's hard, precum is oozing from its tip and you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and lap it up until Toji is fucking your throat.

"You're going to help me with this, or princess." Toji says, his tone sounding more of an order rather than a request and you gladly submit to him. He enters a finger in your hole, a second one immediately following after making you moan out his name loudly. He pumps them in a few times before curling them, the pads of his two calloused fingers pressing and rubbing against the particular part inside your cavern that has your eyes widening as well as your mouth.

"Ah- oh! Oh god!" Your toes curl at the feeling of Toji massaging that area, "Fuck! Toji! Toji please just fuck me now!" You yell, tears brimming your eyes as spit dribbles down the side of your mouth at the feeling of extreme pleasure.

"You're not cumming until you call me by the name we agreed on." He presses against the area even more andall you ever want in the moment is to cum on his fingers. "What's my name, princess?" He whispers into your ear.

"Sir!"

Toji thrusts his fingers inside you relentlessly, pressing on the exact same spot again and again until you're cumming hard around his fingers, cunt clenching around his digits as you rock your hips into circles while riding out your orgasm.

A while ago you didn't mention once that you were feeling hot, but now you feel as if your body is on fire. Toji once again brings his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head closer to his.

"I'm going to fuck you now, really really hard." He whispers into your ear and without warning, thrusts his entire length inside you. A gargled moan slips out of your lips in shock and he pushes you back onto the table, eyes on your tattoo as he pounds into you rigorously. You hear his sac slapping against your skin creating such lewd noises when paired with your uncontrolled moans.

He keeps your arms behind your back with one had as the other slaps red hand marks on your ass, his thrusts slowly going even faster with ever slap. Your moans are on and off- in sync with his thrusts.

You can feel yourself slowly losing to darkness as your body grows limp, your drool continues to deip down your mouth and your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head.

Toji squeezes your face, forcing you to look at your laptop's black screen which served as a mirror. "Look at yourself as I fuck you dumb. You like having my cock inside you like this, hmm? Yeah you like it." His face contorts into a snarl as his thrusts become even harsher by the second.

"That tattoo on your back had me bothered all day princess. Hope all that teasing was worth it." He growls into your ear and all you can do is nod, nod at everything he says.

To be honest, you have no idea what else is going on today. All you can ever feel is his cock ramming inside you and its tip continuously abusing your g-spot again and again and again. You feel a know tighten inside you as you let out a long moan, arching your back even more as you lean your head back to Toji's shoulder.

"Fuck I can feel you tightening around me. Ready to cum a third time tonight, princess?" He growls into your ear, his free hand finding its way on my tummy as he feels himself ramming inside me. Toji can feel his tip poking against your lower stomach's skin, letting him know just how deep he is inside you.

"S-sir! Sir! I'm cumming!" You yell, letting yourself get pushed back down onto the table as Toji thrusts into you at an incredible speed, showing off his stamina after years of hard work and fighting. "That's right, cum on my cock princess. You deserve it."

You do as told, your toes are curling, a long moan slips between your tongue as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji's cock- it feels too good inside you, especially right now when he's nearing his high and his thrusts are turning sloppier and sloppier until he reaches his high and pulls out, cumming all over your ass and back. He watches as his load reaches all the way up your tattoo, covering some of the intricate details.

The room is filled with your ragged breaths as you two calm down from your highs. You feel your slick run down your inner thighs as Toji's cum on your back begins to feel uncomfortable as it dries up.

Toji pushes himself off of you, tucking his dick back inside his pants. He pulls one of your drawers open and takes out the tissues you keep in their. All while pressing you down on the desk, he cleans you up, wiping off all the slick and cum all over your body. Once he finishes, he softly pulls you up and sits you on your desk. You flinch at the feeling of your ass on the table, it hurts.

Toji presses kisses all over you- your face, neck, shoulders, arms and especially your lips. He then continues to burrow his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he realizes it really helps him calm down.

"Shower at my place so I can massage you right after." He says, his tone different this time. It sounds like more of a request rather than an order.

"I'd rather not let one of my students know his dad just fucked me dumb." You joke, eyes scanning all over Toji's nonchalant expression.

"That wasn't a request." He says.

Okay maybe his tone isn't that different from before.

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