#when I replay it I'm gonna have a lot of THOUGHTS

[m-kyun]

Bleeding Heart (Jason Todd x Reader)

Part 3:

Your monotonous routine resumes after that night. Though your body works on autopilot, your mind can't help but question how Red Hood is doing. Did he take the medicine? Has he properly cleaned his wounds. It's a strange feeling to be so concerned about such a dangerous person. But this is how you're programmed.

Tonight, you're especially lost in thought on your way home. The way the night air feels, the quiet hum of the city, and the alleyway. They all trigger memories of the encounter. You stop in front of the same alleyway. Your fingers lightly trace your neck where he once held the knife, trying to recall how the cool blade felt.

"Thinkin' bout me, angel? Or are you looking to take another wounded stray home?"

A small gasp leaves your lips as you snap your head towards the direction of his voice. "Red..."

"Awe, you're usin' my nickname already, huh?" He stalks towards you, stopping within arms reach.

"Did you take any medicine? How are your wounds?"

"Wow. Straight to business with you, huh. No, How's it goin'? Or. My, how dashing you look this evening, Red."

You can hear the smug smirk in his tone. And you can't help the amused smile playing on your face.

"I see you're feeling better, and a lot less threaten-y."

"Still angry about that knife I see." He responds impishly.

You roll your eyes in response and turn on your heels to leave. Maybe now that you've confirmed that he's fine, he'll stop plaguing your thoughts. As you mentally close this chapter of your life, you notice the sound of boots walking behind you. You turn to see that he's following you.

"What...are you doing?" He tilts his head like you asked him a rhetorical question. "Walkin' you home, obviously."

"I don't need you to walk-"

"Streets are dangerous at night, doll. If something happens to you, who's gonna patch me back up."

"Pfft. That's a good one."

He leans in uncomfortably close, voice low and gravelly. "Who says I'm kidding?"

Your breath catches in your throat from his proximity. You feel your face heat up slightly. You take a beat to regain your composure before protesting. "I'm not a doctor."

"You're better." That comment does nothing to help ease your bashfulness around him. "Oh? Am I makin' you shy?"

He's clearly taken to teasing you. You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Sure. You can say no. But I got a strong feeling that if I show up to your place hurt, you won't have it in you to turn me away. Will you, y/n?"

You weren't expecting him to say your name. It leaves you flustered momentarily. But he has a point. If he shows up to your home hurt, it's unlikely you'd ignore him. A sigh of resignation leaves your lips.

"Okay. I got it."

Red Hood smiles under his helmet. 'Gotcha.'

You continue your trek home, trying to reign in your turbulent thoughts and emotions. You're so distracted by everything that you don't even notice that you've arrived at your apartment.

"Well then, 'till next time doll." His farewell is nonchalant. He doesn't even look back when he leaves, turning a corner into another alleyway. You feel dazed. Was everything that recently occurred reality or a fever dream. You decide you're too tired to figure out which. It'll be a problem reserved for tomorrows you.

Meanwhile, Red Hood leans against a wall hidden in the shadows. His head falls back as he recalls his interactions with you. Your voice, your reaction, they way your hair shuffled in the wind, and the way you lightly blushed when he would tease you. He was replaying it all in his head.

"Oh y/n, this is why you shouldn't pick up strays. They have a way of getting attached."

[moonlitcomet]

new pokemon fangame in my has-played list thanks to a recommendation from a discord member:

pokemon tectonic

please note this post is very long and very opinionated, but that's out of love for this game! pokemon tectonic has captured my interest and i'd like to see its devs improve in their next project.

my thoughts so far, after 21 hours of gameplay and 4 badges:

it needs a lot of polish, and a lot of QoL changes.

a lot of the choices made for gameplay in tectonic are really great and fun - every single pokemon getting rebalanced at least a little bit, all the new moves, the retypings and what not, that's all fantastic. i have no complaints there.

there are a lot of QoL features - such as easy move relearners and move mentoring - that make swapping your team's movesets around a breeze.

there is also an extremely expansive in-game documentation of everything - gameplay, battles, new moves and abilities, pokemon stats and learnsets, etc. you could make a wiki out of what's in here alone.

they encourage you to catch 'em all and actively reward you for it!

consumable held items will be automatically renewed at the end of a battle. you will never run out of gems or berries.

there are following pokemon, hgss style!

however, it fumbles in a lot of aspects.

gameplay

npc trainers will know your moves, and they will act depending on what moves are in your current pokemon's moveset- before any are made.

in the context of the game, this makes perfect sense. you are given an item that allows you to preview a trainer's pokemon before you battle. species, types, abilities, items, everything. trainers will react based on what they think you will do before have a chance to do anything.

but in the context of playing the game as a normal player, it feels either downright cheap or incredibly unintelligent on their parts. they will give you at least one free turn of setup, then get brutally swept by an attacking pokemon.

it would be a good idea to adjust this npc ai so you can disable use of the trainer x-ray for both battlers. i don't want them to know what i have just by looking at me, and i don't want to know what they have just by looking at them.

removing use of this tool for both sides would keep it fair. having to look at every trainer i fight in detail before i fight them is time consuming and removes a lot of the mystery and the fun of playing pokemon games to me.

trainers in this game will switch their pokemon as often as they can, and tectonic discourages you from doing that too.

a major part of pokemon's gameplay is knowing when to sacrifice a pokemon so you can bring in a waiting, healthy team member. a pokemon hanging on by a sliver of health is better to sack in the moment so your waiting team member doesn't take a strong hit, and has a turn to set up or retaliate.

tectonic actively punishes this style of gameplay.

trainers will constantly switch depending on what they think will counter your active pokemon. usually, this just means switching into a pokemon that resists your next attacking move. this is often at a detriment to them, and sometimes you can get caught in switching loops where you and the enemy trainer will change between pokemon every two turns -

attack, switch.

attack, switch.

attack, switch.

this wastes a lot of time.

an un-toggleable feature of this game is "trainer perfection". when you beat an average route npc trainer without having a single pokemon go down on your side, the trainer will run away and drop exp candy. this is a perfect win. by default, if you do not perfect a battle, the trainer will wait until you come by again to challenge you once more.

this can't be turned off except if you happen to have a special item called a stink bomb, which forces them to run away whether you've defeated them or not.

protip, you can open the debug menu using an application in your installation folder, and give yourself infinite stink bombs.

my suggestion for the perfection system is to allow players to disable it for average npcs, make it optional. or, at least, give us an option to *willingly* talk to npcs to rematch them. like the vs seeker in older games.

the devs intended this feature to not force you to rematch trainers multiple times, and instead plan your routes carefully. this has the unfortunate side effect of discouraging some players from fighting every trainer and exploring the game as they want, because the forced rematches upon coming across them again [unless you perfect them] waste more and more of their time.

also, some of these npc trainers are trainers that completely block your path - difficult ones at that. if you don't perfect or scare them off with a stink bomb, you'll have to go at them again when you come back around.

as of right now, the trainer rematches are as annoying as the pokemon breeders in gen 5. they are incessant unless you sweep them.

IVs, EVs, and natures are completely removed.

to most casual players, this would be a hooray! i'm personally happy about the removal of IVs, but it really starts to kick you in the teeth as you progress in the game. instead, what these things are replaced with are called style points. style points are minimal stat adjustments that allow you to set up different styles of battling for your pokemon.

think of it like skill points in average rpgs.

these are cool in theory. but the way they're set up is limiting and feels unnecessarily strict in application. for some unknown reason, both attacking stats are permanently linked, and you must raise both attacking stats at once. raising two attacking stats only removes one point from your remaining pool, but it feels pointless to have style points invested into a stat you will not use [ie, physical attack on a pure special attacker].

i can't believe i'm saying this, but i genuinely miss EV training over this. EV training feels like it has a much stronger impact on stats than these style points do, and you have far more control [with up to 252 in a given stat rather than 20]. it's a cool idea, just not particularly favorably executed in my opinion.

it is possible to have EVs and make them not a nightmare to deal with!

pokemon reborn has a system where all power items - anklet, lens, weight, etc - will increase its given stat EVs by 32 for every pokemon you knock out, regardless of the EVs the species naturally gives. with this feature in place, EV training becomes a breeze and you can have a fully trained 6 pokemon team in less than 10 minutes, rather than the potential hours it might take the normal way.

reborn's system is, in my opinion, an almost perfect way to do EV training. the only way to make it less hassle would be to turn EVs entirely into a menu, as tectonic has attempted to do.

you cannot use bag items - other than poke balls - in battles.

as a plus, enemy trainers cannot do this either. this is mixed based on how you like to play. i can respect this gameplay decision, as much as it very much isn't my style.

every pokemon is sorted into one or more tribes that have different effects on the battle.

honestly, i don't even use this feature. it's cool for team building i suppose, but feels tacked on and isn't my style. a point in their direction for making tribes a completely optional gameplay mechanic.

story

four out of eight badges in, the story is near nonexistent. you get scraps of it every now and then, teasing you for something large. you are wandering a world that has already been conquered. and honestly, i love that premise. people talk of someone who has already defeated the evil team in the past- you see remnants of what they did to the world around you.

this, to me, is very similar to what it feels like playing b2w2 without playing the original black & white, which i did as a child. i say this positively. traversing remnants of a world that was not yours to conquer is awesome. i'd love to see more of that.

however, halfway through the main story [i assume] and not having any of the story ramping up in any fashion feels slow. there's very little motivation for continuing aside from showing up your brother, which you are told to do before you even get your first pokemon.

everyone is just... so mean to you, for no reason. none of these characters feel particularly likeable, none of them are funny or kind as a motivation to fight for them.

[cain and hardy in reborn are my favorite examples for this, i would commit war crimes for them in spite of everything sucking early on. and it gets better. so much better.]

so you're just... trudging through a world that hates you or doesn't care about you, with no incentive to fix it from anyone you like. everything feels very obligatory, as if you have no choice in the matter, and there's no urgency at all to any situation. i'll reblog this post with an update if or when the story ramps up, but as of right now it's not hooking me too much outside of the initial concept.

final thoughts

Pokemon Tectonic is a somewhat long game with a very strong premise and unpolished execution. It feels like it's too big of a scope for how small it feels, and a lot of the effort in creating this game clearly went into rebalancing every single pokemon up to gen 8 [and some of gen 9].

What it suffers in the most is lack of accessibility and lack of options in terms of gameplay - a good game dev can add features that can modify or disable parts of their game that either make it easier or harder. Tectonic feels like it's trying to strongarm you into playing a nuzlocke or deathless run, with how it punishes you for letting a pokemon faint in battle.

I think this game could be made leagues better if it felt more customizable. As it stands, once I finish this game, I will probably not be revisiting it, as much as I like what it has going for it.

That is all I have for now. My favorite part of this game is that most avatar boss battles can be defeated with Fort Unfuckable.

[onewingedangels]

I finished ff7 rebirth

[peachhcs]

plz write a cute celebrini x fem reader 🙏🙏 ur writing is beyond amazing

oooh i've never written specifically for mack before so hopefully this isn't bad 😅

after mack’s face injury, his gf is quick to look after him once the game is done

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she waited impatiently near the doors of the locker room awaiting her boyfriend's arrival. y/n's mind couldn't stop replaying the horror on her features and everyone else's when they saw the blood trickle down macklin's face after a nasty high stick hit. she knew he was okay because he was right back on the ice once the bleeding stopped, but the image wouldn't shake the girl's brain.

lingering after the game felt so long this time around and y/n wondered if it was just because she was anxious about seeing her boyfriend and properly checking up on him. she swiped through twitter and instagram continuously while video replays of the rookie's hit filled her feeds. she just shut her phone off all together for now, not being able to watch the play anymore.

finally, the players began trickling out. y/n's head popped up, searching for the eyes of macklin in the crowd. she spotted him with will near the middle of the pack and he immediately found her gaze. will sensed that they probably wanted to talk, so he split off from the boy once they got closer, giving a small nod to y/n as he passed.

"hey," macklin began, but was caught off guard when y/n jumped into his arms.

"let me see it," she grabbed ahold of his chin, turning his face to the side to examine the new scar.

"it's really not that bad now. they cleared it up really good," the brunette tried reassuring his girlfriend knowing she probably had a hundred thoughts running through her.

"you scared the shit out of me when i saw all that blood. it looked a lot worse," y/n stepped back, arms crossing over her chest.

macklin frowned at the sudden distance between them, "i'm sorry, baby. i promise i'm fine. see?" he gave his best grin hoping to further prove how he was doing.

"well, if i see wilson, i'm gonna punch him myself," y/n huffed, looking around like she would catch the older player lingering somewhere.

macklin laughed, tugging y/n into his side and kissing the side of her head, "you're so cute when you're upset. i promise i'm fine though. i mean you saw me play afterwards."

"yeah you fucking power played. i guess that was your redemption," the two exchanged a laugh and macklin enjoyed finally pulling a smile from her.

"can i come back to your place tonight?" the boy wondered as they moved themselves closer to the exit.

"i thought that was a given already," y/n chuckled.

macklin went to tell will they were leaving before rushing out of the SAP center so he wouldn't have to do any press. most days he didn't mind, but tonight the boy was itching to get out of there and spend some much needed time with his girl. they hadn't seen each other since last weekend—school and hockey keeping them way too busy.

"just so you know, i am gonna baby you the whole night," y/n informed once they were securely in her car.

"mm, i can't wait. a face mask is just calling my name," the hockey player leaned back in the passenger seat, hand falling to the girl's lap as she pulled out of the parking lot.

luckily, there was no early morning practice tomorrow, so macklin was gonna use that to his full advantage and spend the night in y/n's dorm. the couple rode in comfortable silence into santa clara university, a convenient 7 minutes away from the arena so y/n never missed a home game.

she parked her car again and the couple hurried into her building. the few students wandering around the lobby caught sight of macklin's suit he put back on, a few of them recognizing him from as a sharks player and as y/n's boyfriend because he was over so much.

they lucked out with y/n's roommate hanging out with her own boyfriend tonight, so they had the whole dorm to themselves. macklin immediately thew his backpack onto the ground and shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders.

"gonna shower. i didn't really before we left. you're welcome to join me if you want," the brunette winked at the girl who flushed.

"wow, so classy of you. i did already shower this morning, so i'll have to pass this time," y/n laughed.

"damn, i thought you'd say yes. you sure you don't wanna shower again?" he winked again. y/n groaned, pushing her boyfriend to the bathroom.

"i'll be out here with your face mask."

the rookie accepted his lonely shower fate and disappeared into the bathroom. y/n took the opportunity to tidy up the room and get all the things she needed for their face masks.

20 minutes later, macklin came back out of the bathroom freshly showered and in more comfortable clothes. y/n hung up his suit jacket on the door of her closet, instructing him to do the same with the rest of the outfit so it wouldn't wrinkle.

the boy climbed into her bed a second later, positioning himself against her pillows, "i'm readyy," he sang.

"i've never known you to be so excited for a face mask," y/n grinned.

"it really makes my skin smooth, so i like it," the boy explained.

y/n handed mack her headband so his hair wouldn't be in his face or in the mask. he didn't hesitate to slip it over his head and expose his forehead. the girl giggled at the sight.

"are you laughing at my big forehead?" the boy raised his eyebrow, hands finding places on y/n's hips as she straddled his waist.

"maybe," she hummed, leaning forward to begin rubbing the cream on his skin.

mack admired her focused expression while just really taking the time to take in every part of her as she applied the mask. this was his favorite part of face masks because he could stare at her without shame and she hardly noticed because she was too focused on the mask.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" the brunette wondered softly. he watched the way y/n's cheeks heated up into a deep blush.

"you have," she muttered.

"well, i'm gonna say it again. you're really beautiful," mack grinned.

"you're sappy tonight," y/n flushed.

"what? can i not say how beautiful my girlfriend is?"

"no, you can. thank you," she finished spreading the mask, leaning back to admire her work.

"how's it look?"

"great. i'lll let you know when five minutes are up," the girl set a timer on her phone and then mack grabbed the mask cream from her hands before she could set it back on the dresser.

she looked at her boyfriend quizzically.

"can i do yours?" he wondered with a soft expression.

y/n blushed again, "just don't get it in my hair."

"promise, i won't," macklin agreed and y/n let him have at it.

his touch was gentle as his fingers began rubbing around her skin. his lip poked out from his lips as he focused on doing it right. y/n loved how much he wanted to do it correctly for her sake and his expression really was just to die for.

"okay, did it," macklin leaned back to admire his work the same way y/n did. she loved the proud little smile on his lips, pulling her camera up to examine how well he did.

"wow, looks great, mack. your best one yet," y/n agreed.

"what can i say? practice makes perfect," the boy hummed, placing everything back onto her dresser.

"so how's your lip doing now?" y/n wondered as mack's hands wandered across the expanse of her hips and waist.

"i can't even feel it anymore, so good. i told you i'm fine," he eyed her.

"i know, just let me be a worry wart."

the sharks player smiled at her words knowing how much she liked to worry about things, especially the things that didn't need to be worried about. he reached up to quickly peck her lips, tryng to avoid getting face mask on one another.

"i love you," the brunette said.

y/n's smile grew, the whole i love you still new to them but heartwarming to hear, "i love you, too," she kissed him again and now they didn't care about getting face mask on one another.

[astronomical-bagel]

and btw, grian's last stand against gem and the scotts? Insane. I cant help but replay the scene where he tells Cleo to get away over and over again, "You need to move out of the way, there's no trigger. I'm manually triggering it." because like. there's no way he really thought he was gonna get out of this. He had to be there in order for the trap to go off, the escape hatch was a pipe dream. What he was really saying to Cleo was, "Save yourself, I'll hold them back." He knows he's not going to get away from Gem and the Scotts, but he just wants to give Cleo a fighting chance.

And then I cant help but remember Grian's last words in Last Life, "Not like this! Not like this!". Ever since Last Life, his deaths have been... a little sad. Stabbed in the back while running away from Scott, killed by a warden through a wall, falling onto the very corner of a cobblestone block after falling off his tower -- right next to the water, too.

I think, in this season, grian wanted to die for a reason. he didn't want it to be an accident, a preventable goof, and more importantly he wanted it to mean something. He wanted to die protecting someone else. Have his teammates outlive him for a change.

Cleo still dies before he does, but he doesn't have any confirmation of that, just the distant sound of thunder, and he's too busy fighting to really process it. When he dies, he doesn't have any complaints. No 'I don't feel good"s, no "Not like this"s, no "I'm so sorry, Scar"s, no "Don't tell Tim"s. This time all he says is, "I did a lot of damage." He's satisfied with his death, proud of it, even.

And I think, even if he died, even if his sacrifice didn't mean too much, he felt his death was a lot more honorable than his other ones. He died on his own terms, he died protecting someone, he died fighting, and, just like Grian always aims to go, he went out with a bang.

[nekomanager]

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND! ♡

- TWO of TWO -

ATSUMU thought that getting you out of his system was the solution for his annoyance towards you, but as it turned out, you got other parts of him raging instead. [Part ONE here]

🔖 f!reader, pwp, hate to horny to lovers, fingerfcking, squrting, blowjob, pussyeating, creampie, slight marking, semi-public sex

"Aaaargh! It turns out Tsum-Tsum's the highest point-earner for today," Bokuto proclaimed, slinging an arm over his teammate. "Means you get the reward, huh? How lucky!"

Reward? Atsumu almost scoffed. Reward...when he heard that word only one thing came to mind: your mouth around his dick.

Oh shit. He just got hard just at the thought. Sighing in frustration, he headed towards the showers, claiming his reward of having to take a bath first while his teammates get to clean up the court and keep things in order.

Taking his clothes off, his cock instantly sprung up the moment he pulled his shorts down. He's proud of his size but he'd be even more proud if he could stretch you again with it.

He groaned, turning the shower faucet on and letting the cold water cascade down his chiseled body. All his mind could do was run around in circles just thinking about you ever since he fucked you in the infirmary.

Now, you're too busy arranging their next out-of-country games that he could barely even talk to you. If there's a chance, it's either you're in a call or you're running around doing errands.

Maybe...you're avoiding him too.

Tsumu grunted and rolled his eyes. After what happened with you last time he could never ever allow you to avoid him again.

It's not because he's looking forward to having your soft lips against his again. No, totally not that!

Fuck! It's certainly that and everything about you.

From your sweet scent to how tasty you were dripping down his chin—they were all ingrained in his head. And his hand was persistent on his cock as he replayed the scene all over again. Damn! It's easy to get a chick he could waste time for some pump and dump, but not anymore. Ever since he got you, there's been no one else and this was the first and only time. He must be going crazy.

You're driving him crazy.

Biting down his lip, he went double time on his length. He thought that having sex with you would get you out of his system, but it was the other way around. He got a taste of you now and there's no damn way he's gonna live without—

Tsumu's eyes widened in speculation. He stopped halfway as the sound of the shower curtain drew his attention. He turned around and was welcomed by your surprise, eyes blinking twice in in the sight of his naked glory.

"Wha- What'cha doin' here?" he asked, trying to use the curtain as a cover to his hard-on. Why was he bein' shy all of a sudden?

You pulled your towel closer to you. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Bokuto-san spilled his sports drink on me and he said I can use the shower," you tried to explain, avoiding eye contact.

"T-There's a lot out there why would ya open this?"

"Hey, I thought someone left the water open. It's just an accident. Who would've thought you'd be here when everyone's out there," you said, trying not look his way, but the way the droplets ran across his body was making you remember all the bad things he did to you. Oh no! It's dangerous. You shook the thought away. '"F-Fine! I'll just go."

You were about to leave him when the boys' chatting and hollering began echoing in the room.

Tsumu ran his glance from your worried expression to your barely clothed body. Realizing your situation, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you inside the shower in a panic.

He got you in his arms, heaving as your chests were flushed against each other. The Jackals entered the shower area, throwing insults and gossips around, their laughter and loud voices echoing.

"It's sad that Y/N's not around often recently," Shoyo started.

"Oh, yeah! That must be why Atsumu's been hitting it hard lately," Bokuto replied.

"He misses her."

"Definitely," The silver-haired agreed. "He better chalk her up before someone else comes in and steals his chance."

Tsumu gulped, his face heating up at the shocking revelation. Traitors! Traitors! You gazed upon him, eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. "Is that true?" you whispered and you felt his hard-on got even harder against your stomach.

Ha! There's no way– It's just a joke...was all he could think of replying but Omi's interjection got in first.

"Does he even have a chance at all."

Well, Atsumu's fuming and he couldn't just let that comment fly away. "Shut it..."

Before he could even continue, you got on your knees, towel sliding off your body as you did. Now, his cock was just inches away from your face. "Wha...what're ya doin' Y/N?"

Swallowing thickly, "You look..." Your hand pumped his heated length slowly. "Enraged"

Licking the tip of his cock, you had him red-faced and eyes shut in pleasure.

"Ohhh...fuck~" His voice came out shaking and so was his breathing. "Fuck...fuck ya!"

The boys went silent havung heard him.

"Oh, Tsumu's still here!" Shoyo cheered. "Wai- Do you admit it now that you actually like Y/N?"

His fingers tangled around your hair. He'd been fantasizing about this every night since then. Just you and your pretty mouth gulping his cock like a starving beast. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's right...so fuckin' right."

"We all thought so! At last, you admit it! You keep on yapping about her everytime we just know you're so damn into her."

"So...fuckin into her–" he maneuvered your head as he dug in your mouth, deep throat. Your hands gripped his ass tight, marking him with your handprints in pink while tears began brimming your eyes.

Any more of this– Any more of this and–

He pushed you off as his cum spurted, painting your tits so beautifully while saliva dripped at the corner of your lips.

"So pretty..." he huffed and his dick snapped upright again. Your eyes grew. Tsumu's still raring to go and the pulsation in between your legs intensified.

He saw you gulped with lust in your eyes and he swore he couldn't take it anymore. You're so sexy cute that he couldn't resist so he leaned down to kiss you, carefully scooping you up in his arms as his mouth devoured your tongue and lips aggressively.

Groaning in your kiss, he itched to squeeze your ass and nibbled the shell of your ear. Wanting more and more of you, he switched off the shower as the only thing he wanted to be drenched right now was your pussy and it would be all because of him. He placed your palms against the wall, smoothed your back, bending you a little. He got on his knees and was face-to-face with your ass. He took a sharp breath and a handful of your bouncy flesh before pressing his nose against one of the cheeks and taking a huge tantalizing bite that made you crave for him.

With both hands on your ass, he parted your legs and flipped open your folds with his thumbs. You're glistening wet. "Ugh...yer so crazy beautiful can't take it myself."

He immediately had a mouthful of you—tongue flicking fast as he slurped your overflowing arousal. At the same time, his hands were massaging your shaky and fleshy thighs.

He's crazy. It's crazy. He wants you. Nothing else. No one else. His mouth took over your other ass cheek to mark your skin, while his fingers found their way inside your pussy, pumping relentlessly as he sucked on your plump flesh. The shaking of your legs heightened and you bit down on your lip to control your moans.

"Ahhh...fuck!" he hissed, removing his fingers and releasing your climax. Your juices showered down his chest and he was quick to give your pussy one last lick. His tongue began travelling up from the spine of your back to your shoulder, giving you a sensual bite at the spot.

"Feel how hard yer makin' me," he said, while the length of his cock rubbed across your pussy.

"Mhmn-" you still want more of him. No, you want all of him. His entire huge cock railing you just as deliciously good as last time in the clinic.

He was tormenting you with that slow friction yet he was dying to be inside you too.

"Augh, shit!" he cursed. "I never fucked anyone more than once, ya know."

"Tsumuuu~" It came out as a plea.

"If I shove this cock right in ya again that would mean yer mine, " he spoke almost out of breath. "Yer all mine."

You stepped back and pressed closer against him. "Then take me."

He grunted and rammed his cock right into you.

"Oh god!" he groaned, his head tilting back while you had your lips pressed, muffling your cries. The sensation of your walls coiling around him and his cock finally deep inside you made you both cum all of a sudden.

"W-Who's that?" Shoyo said, showering in the stall next to yours.

Atsumu completely forgot that his teammates were just around. He didn't care though. He didn't care so he started thrusting, taking you by surprise. With his cock driving you wildly, you placed a hand over your mouth avoiding the chances of getting caught by the whole team.

It's so stupid how much he was craving for all of you when you used to tick him off so bad. Now, he's crazy for you. Perhaps, all this time, he just wanted your attention, but now he's inside you and making you feel so good. You fit him like a glove and he got just the ideal cock to please you.

"Ooh shit! Yer perfect...so goddamn perfect for me." Tsumu leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "I ain't gonna live without you."

Turning you to your side, he lifted one of your legs up and fucked you even deeper like he'd been waiting for this moment to come for a long long while. His balls were slapping so hard against your ass it was echoing around the vicinity.

"Shit! Tsumu, are you doing what we think you're doing?" Bokuto asked, intrigued by the sounds he heard.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" he huffed while he was pounding ferociously to insanity. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His teammates hollered both in disgust and in playful teasing. The two of you couldn't even hear a thing from them though. You were both too busy fucking like crazy until a loud thud caught your attention. It was Shoyo's showerhead. It fell and slid towards the gap in between.

You tapped Tsumu's shoulder twice.

There's no way there would be two pairs of feet inside the stall. You worried but Tsumu's quick to pick up the cue. He raised your legs up, hooking them on his elbows with his hips were still thrusting endlessly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping yourself up on his frame.

"Sorry!" Shoyo apologized but you hardly ever heard him. Your mind was too lost in the pleasure Tsumu was delivering with his brute cock.

"Damn! Tis crazy. I'm goin' crazy."

Despite all your efforts to conceal your moans, he was completely vocal, doing nothing to hide his. Oh, how you'd want to cry for his name over and over again.

"We're hurrying up, Tsumu." Bokuto snickered as sound of running water began to dissipate, "So you can enjoy yourself there."

Oh, yeah. Damn, he will!

Tsumu buried his head in between the mounds of your breast while you pressed your face on top of his head. You're getting there. He's getting there!

"Don't stay too long or you'll get sick!" Shoyo reminded before you heard the sound of the door closing. The boys were no longer inside and Tsumu immediately let out what he'd been repressing all along.

"Unbelievable! Yer so fucking amazing! Y/N...Y/N!"

"Tsumu! Tsumhm..." you let out a big cry and trembled in his arms.

He chased his own, doubling his pace. He wanted to leave a mark inside you and claim you as his so he shot his load with one forceful shove of his cock. His thick semen filled you up, some of the liquid spilled when he pulled out his cock.

"Shhh...shhh..." he soothed you, caressing the back of your head while he cradled you in his arms.

You faced him. His stomach flipped and chest tightened. He kissed you still not letting go of you.

"I can't believe I'm kissin' ya." He said, sounding a bit babyish, "Really thought you hated me."

Yeah, it sounded stupid, especially when you already did more than just kissing.

"No!" You shook your head and tightened your hold on him. "I just get a little shy around you."

Tsumu blushed and felt relieved. Whatever your reason was for being shy around him mattered little now. The most important thing was he already got you.

Gently, he got you back on your feet and fetched the towel he hung.

"From now on..." He threw the towel over your head and wrapped you with it. "I'll take care of ya, while ya take care of the team."

You smiled and tiptoed to give him a chaste kiss.

"Achooo...!" he sneezed, the moment you parted and he blushed. "Ugh...that was too lame."

You chuckled and invited him inside the towel.

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Entangled In A Dance Of Love. (Part-1: Momo's Arrival In Your Life)

Ft. TWICE'S Hirai Momo (x Male Reader as a trainee)

Genre: Slow Burn Love. (No smut in this part)

Backstory: You are an Ace trainee in JYPE, one who have been pushing throughout vocals, rap, visual aspects. Though, your dancing needed polishment. But who knew fate would entangle you to Hirai Momo of TWICE, the goddess of Dancing herself, as your "dance mentor". She was someone you admired a lot and now she is gonna be your dance mentor? Damn, chilling. But your connection doesn’t stay all Serious and dancing when a new person joined in between you which led Momo to come clean on her feelings Harboured for you.

You're in the practice room, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a focused ambiance as you stand in front of the mirror. The track plays in your headphones, the rhythm pumping through your veins as you hit each note with precision. The lyrics flow out smoothly, but you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You've been practicing for hours now, and you know you need to perfect every detail if you want to impress.

Y/N: "I have to get this right... I can't afford to slip up."

You pause and sigh, taking a moment to collect your thoughts before going over the lyrics again. The song's melody starts anew in your ears, and you belt out the chorus, the notes crisp and clear this time.

Just as you begin to feel that little bit of relief, the door creaks open.

You turn around, half-expecting one of the other trainees to barge in, but it's someone you recognize instantly-Jin, a staff member you've grown close to over the past few months. He's always been easygoing, a calming presence amid the chaos of training.

Jin: "Not bad, Y/N. But, you've been at this for hours. You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like this."

You chuckle, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

Y/N: "I want to get it perfect, Jin. I can't let anyone down."

He shrugs, giving you that reassuring smile that always seems to put you at ease.

Jin: "You'll do fine. But I'm actually here to let you know-looks like you're getting a mentor soon."

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Y/N: "A mentor? Who?"

Jin: "Well, it's a surprise, but I'm sure you'll get along with her. Just be ready. You'll meet her soon."

With that, Jin steps out, leaving you to digest the news. A mentor... You can't help but wonder who it could be.

Your mind races as the door shuts behind Jin. A mentor... A woman... The words repeat in your head like a song you can't escape. Who could it be? The possibilities swirl in your thoughts-maybe a popular choreographer, someone from Stray Kids or GOT7? But, no, they are men... That thought doesn't leave you.

Your heart skips a beat as the idea lodges itself in your mind. Could it be... one of the members from TWICE?

You lean against the mirrored wall, your reflection staring back at you. You can't help but replay every interaction you've had with the TWICE members-how they always seemed so effortlessly graceful, their presence filling the room. And yet, you've only had the briefest of encounters with them so far. You've been focused on your own training, never imagining that one of them could be your mentor.

But now, with the mention of a "dance mentor," only one name comes to mind-

Hirai Momo.

The thought hits you like a jolt of electricity. She's not only an incredible dancer, but she's also known for being kind yet strict, pushing everyone around her to be their best. The idea of training under her makes your stomach flutter, and you try to quell the excitement building inside of you.

Y/N: "What would I even say to her? How should I act? Should I be professional or... maybe a little more friendly?"

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, overthinking every possible scenario. What if you mess up in front of her? What if you make a fool of yourself? You've heard stories of how intimidating TWICE can be to trainees, how everyone respects them for not just their talent but their discipline. And now... What if she's the one who'll be overseeing your progress?

The more you think about it, the more nervous you become. You imagine Momo walking into the practice room, her smile lighting up the space as she greets you with that gentle yet confident air she has. But then, you also imagine the strict, no-nonsense side of her, pushing you harder than you've ever been pushed before.

Y/N: "Okay. Just breathe. No need to stress. Just be yourself. No matter who it is, I'll make this work."

But as you mutter the words to yourself, that little spark of worry refuses to die. Could it really be Momo? You have to admit, the thought makes your heart beat faster than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile

In a different part of the building, Momo was lounging on the couch in the practice room, surrounded by her fellow members of TWICE. The atmosphere was casual and light-hearted, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Momo had kicked off her shoes and was happily munching on a bag of chips, not a care in the world. The tension of her usual training was far behind her, and for once, it felt good to just relax with the girls.

Momo: "These chips are the best." She laughed, tossing a few into her mouth, savoring the crunch as Sana and Dahyun chatted about the upcoming performances.

Sana, always the playful one, grinned at Momo's casual demeanor.

Sana: "You know, Momo, you should take a break more often. You're always working so hard."

Momo smiled but shook her head.

Momo: "It's just... hard to rest when there's so much to do. But today? It's a cheat day."

Just as Momo was about to grab another handful of chips, the door to the practice room swung open. The girls all glanced over, and Jeongyeon stepped in with a slightly serious expression, but there was an underlying curiosity in her eyes. She walked over to where Momo was lounging on the couch, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in.

Jeongyeon: "Momo... I need to talk to you about something."

Momo looked up from her chips, raising an eyebrow, sensing a change in Jeongyeon's tone.

Momo: "What's up, Jeongyeon? Did something happen?"

Jeongyeon glanced around to make sure the others weren't too close, and once she was certain the room was quiet, she sat down beside Momo.

Jeongyeon: "It's about the new trainee... Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Momo's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. She had been keeping a close eye on you ever since you entered JYPE. From the moment she saw you, she had sensed that you were different. You were an ace, someone who excelled at everything-vocals, rap, even your visuals were on point. But there was one thing that stood out above all else: your dance needed work.

And Momo, being the meticulous and driven dancer she was, knew you had potential. She had made up her mind long ago to take you under her wing, though no one else knew about her plans. The decision was personal-and only she knew why.

Momo: "What about Y/N?" she asked casually, trying to play it cool, though a glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.

Jeongyeon leaned in closer, her voice dropping even lower.

Jeongyeon: "I've heard some things... about how he's this amazing all-around trainee. He's good at everything, but his dancing? Not so much. So... are you really going to be his mentor?"

Momo raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she tapped her fingers against the bag of chips.

Momo: "What, you're surprised? I think I'm just the right person for the job."

Jeongyeon crossed her arms, eyeing Momo with a skeptical look.

Jeongyeon: "But you've been keeping this under wraps, haven't you? We didn't know you were even considering being a mentor for him."

Momo shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke.

Momo: "What can I say? Sometimes the best things are worth keeping a little secret. Besides, Y/N's talented. I think with a little help, his dance will improve in no time."

Jeongyeon tilted her head, studying Momo carefully.

Jeongyeon: "You know... I've seen him train a few times. He's pretty amazing, and I've heard everyone talking about how he's got potential in every area. But why you? Why did you want to take him on as a project?"

Momo's smile widened, a playful glint flickering in her eyes. She took a moment before responding, making sure no one else was listening too closely.

Momo: "It's because I know he has the potential. But what you don't know is... I've got my reasons."

Jeongyeon's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued even further. She knew Momo well enough to know that when she had a reason, she was usually right. But this... there was something more to it.

Jeongyeon: "You're acting like there's a deeper reason for this. What's going on?"

Momo leaned back on the couch, looking thoughtful for a moment. She had always been a bit of an enigma, and Jeongyeon knew that when Momo wanted to keep something to herself, she wouldn't share. She was about to say something more when a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

Momo: "Let's just say... I have a personal interest in making sure he succeeds. That's all."

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pushing any further. She had learned over the years that when Momo said something like that, it was best to leave it alone-for now.

Jeongyeon: "Alright, alright... I'll take your word for it. But don't make me find out the hard way."

Momo chuckled softly, popping another chip into her mouth.

Momo: "You'll see. Everything will unfold in time."

The conversation faded as the other members continued their lighthearted banter, but Momo's mind was already focused on what lay ahead. She had made her choice, and nothing would stop her from helping you reach your full potential-whatever the cost.

She wasn't just going to train you as a dancer-there was something more in store for you. Something only Momo understood. And soon... you would, too.

Momo "Y/N... what is it about you?"

Momo sat back on the couch, letting her fingers absentmindedly toss a few more chips into her mouth. The crunch was satisfying, but it did little to drown out the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Her gaze flickered toward the other girls, laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the quiet, calculated decisions happening under the surface. They had no idea-none of them knew the plan she had in motion.

She couldn't deny it. From the first time she saw you, she knew there was something about you. You weren't like the other trainees who struggled with one thing but excelled at others. You were good-no, great-in all aspects. Vocals, rap, your visual presence... and yet, the dance. That one thing. It needed refinement, but it wasn't hopeless. Far from it.

It had taken Momo a while to realize why you piqued her interest so much. At first, it was just your undeniable talent that caught her attention. You stood out in the crowd of trainees with a natural aura that only the best had. But then there was something else... something that stirred in her chest every time she saw you try, every time you stumbled and picked yourself back up.

Momo "You're frustratingly perfect. Almost too perfect for someone like me to take under my wing."

She laughed quietly to herself, biting her lip. It wasn't just about the dance. It was about you. About the way you pushed yourself, the way you held yourself even when you were unsure. There was a vulnerability in you-something raw and untapped-that she found herself strangely drawn to. You weren't afraid to fail. And that... that was what made her want to help you even more.

But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for you. No, she wasn't some kind of fairy godmother, here to wave a magic wand and make everything perfect. She wasn't going to hand you success on a silver platter.

Momo "You think I'm going to make it easy for you, don't you?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, the feeling of power creeping back into her veins. You might think she'd be there to cheer you on, to guide you every step of the way, but she knew better than that. This wouldn't be a typical mentorship.

Momo "I'll break you down. And then, I'll build you back up."

She wasn't going to coddle you. She was going to push you to your limits, take you to places you never thought you could go-and then watch you rise. It wouldn't be smooth sailing, but that was part of the thrill. She knew you could handle it. But the question was-could you handle her? Could you deal with the way she would challenge you? The way she would keep you on your toes, never giving you an inch of comfort.

Momo chuckled again, her gaze flicking briefly over to where the girls were chatting away, oblivious.

Momo "They don't get it. They don't know why I chose you."

She leaned back into the couch, letting the weight of her decision settle on her shoulders. It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills or getting you ready for your big debut. No, there was something else she was after-something only she knew. Something only she could give you.

Momo "You're not just going to be another trainee. You're going to be someone who stands out for reasons beyond just your skill. And I'll make sure of that."

She could already see the way you'd react-your surprise, your confusion, maybe even frustration as she pushed you harder than anyone else would. But that was exactly what made it exciting. She could sense it, that you were going to be a challenge. And Momo, well, she loved a good challenge.

But the deeper truth of it all? Why her? Why you?

That was the part only she could answer.

Momo's smile turned a little more mischievous, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. She wasn't going to tell you now. She wasn't going to give away anything. Not yet. She would let you wonder.

Momo "You'll figure it out in time... And when you do, I hope you'll understand why I chose you, Y/N."

She stood up, stretching, the plan already taking root in her mind. There was a lot of work to be done, but with you, it would be fun.

As Momo was lost in her thoughts, her plans swirling around in her mind like a secret waiting to be uncovered, she felt a familiar weight press against her side. A soft, almost too gentle touch on her shoulder. She glanced down to see Sana, who had somehow found her way over, her usual playful grin lighting up her face.

Sana: "Momo-oo! What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Momo's smirk faltered, and she rolled her eyes as Sana flopped onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Momo's shoulder. Her arms immediately snaked around Momo's waist in that signature clingy way, and Momo sighed, leaning into the touch despite herself.

Momo: "Sana, seriously. Why are you so needy today?"

Sana simply pouted, pressing closer as she batted her eyelashes in that exaggerated way she knew would get under Momo's skin. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sana: "I just want to be close to my favorite Momoring! You've been too focused on your new 'project' lately."

Momo chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of the "project." It wasn't something she'd been hiding, exactly. But it was clear Sana had noticed the extra attention Momo had been giving to you, and the curiosity in her voice wasn't subtle.

Sana: "So... how's your new mentee?"

Momo froze for just a moment, her fingers idly running over the edge of the chip bag, suddenly aware of Sana's intense gaze. She could feel the shift in the air, the way Sana's playful tone had dropped into something more serious. She wasn't just asking about a trainee-she was asking about you.

Momo tried to keep her tone casual, but there was something about Sana's close proximity, the way her arms tightened around her, that made it hard to ignore the undercurrent of tension.

Momo: "Y/N's... fine. He's a little rough around the edges with his dancing, but he's got potential. You know, he's the ace trainee. All the potential in the world, but he just needs the right kind of guidance."

Sana's lips quirked up in a sly grin as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in Momo's response.

Sana: "Hmm... You're really into him, aren't you?"

Momo blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of Sana's words. She hadn't expected Sana to see through her so easily-then again, Sana had always been sharp, and even though she acted playful and carefree, she wasn't blind to what was going on.

Momo: "What? No, I'm just his mentor. I'm just focused on his dance-nothing more."

Sana leaned closer, her voice suddenly lower, almost teasing.

Sana: "Oh? Because I've been noticing you've been looking at him a little... differently." She placed a finger on Momo's cheek, tracing the outline lightly, and then smirked. "I think you're a little bit too interested in him, Momo."

Momo bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. But deep inside, her heart raced. She wasn't sure why the thought of Sana prying so deeply into her plans bothered her. Maybe because she'd been so careful to keep it a secret, or maybe because she didn't want anyone to steal that edge of control she had over the situation.

Sana, of course, wasn't one to let anything go. Her hands moved to Momo's shoulders, massaging lightly, the kind of tender touch that only a few people could get away with. It was obvious Sana knew exactly what she was doing-she wasn't just being clingy. She was trying to probe, trying to figure out what Momo was hiding.

Sana: "Come on, Momo. You can tell me. I've been hearing a lot about this Y/N guy. I know he's talented and all, but I can see that he's caught your eye. Why are you so interested in him?"

Momo tried to keep her voice steady, her gaze avoiding Sana's as she pretended to be more interested in the bag of chips in her hand. But inside, she could feel her guard starting to slip, even if only a little.

Momo: "You're overthinking it. I'm just helping him out. He's talented, but he's not ready yet. I'm just... doing what I do best."

Sana chuckled, brushing her nose against Momo's neck in that irritatingly affectionate way.

Sana: "You know, I don't believe you for a second. You've got that look in your eyes, the one you always get when you're being cryptic and mysterious."

Momo couldn't help but laugh. She'd always been the secretive type, and while she didn't mind teasing Sana with her vague answers, the truth was that this-you-wasn't something she wanted to share just yet. She wasn't ready for someone else to start getting any ideas about you.

Momo: "Maybe I just don't want to share everything with you, huh?"

Sana giggled, obviously not convinced but enjoying the tease. She nuzzled into Momo's shoulder more, her voice softening.

Sana: "Fine, I get it. You'll tell me eventually, right?"

Momo smiled, her fingers tracing circles on the chip bag, the feeling of Sana's warmth against her side oddly comforting.

Momo: "Maybe. Maybe not. But just know... I'm not letting him get away that easily."

Sana raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued again.

Sana: "Oh? Why not?"

Momo's smile turned into something more enigmatic, a knowing glint in her eyes. She leaned back into the couch, savoring the mystery she was leaving between them.

Momo: "Why do you think, Sana? He's mine to shape. And trust me... I don't plan on sharing."

Sana pulled back just slightly, just enough for Momo to see the way her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her arms were still draped around Momo's shoulders, but there was something different now-something calculated in the way she tilted her head, her soft brown eyes watching Momo with quiet amusement.

Sana: "Mmm... You don't plan on sharing, huh?"

Momo didn't respond right away. Instead, she just stared at Sana, her expression unreadable. She knew where this was going. Knew exactly what Sana was trying to pull.

And of course, Sana wasn't the type to just let things go.

Sana: "That's cute, Momo," she continued, voice light, almost playful. "But you know... You're not the only one who's been paying attention to him."

Momo's fingers, which had been lazily toying with the edge of the chip bag, stilled for a moment. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Sana caught it.

She always caught these things.

Momo: "Oh?" Her tone was casual, effortless. "And here I thought you were too busy clinging to me to notice."

Sana chuckled, brushing a strand of Momo's hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate manner before leaning in, whispering just close enough for only Momo to hear.

Sana: "You think I don't have eyes, Momo? Please."

Momo didn't flinch, didn't even let her expression waver, but something in her stomach curled-something unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.

Sana was testing her. Again.

Sana: "He's interesting," she mused, her voice slow, dragging the words out as if she were savoring them. "A real all-rounder. He's got the talent, the looks... and from what I've seen, he's got that little spark, too."

Momo exhaled quietly through her nose.

Momo: "And?"

Sana's smile widened just a fraction.

Sana: "And," she echoed, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

The words weren't just a statement-they were a challenge.

Momo finally turned to look at her fully, her eyes scanning Sana's expression, searching for something deeper. And she saw it. The flicker of something competitive, something playful yet sharp beneath the surface.

It wasn't jealousy. Not in the way most people would think.

It was the same kind of rivalry they had always had-the same push and pull, the same silent battle that kept their friendship interesting.

Sana wasn't here to ruin anything.

She was here to compete.

Momo: "Curious, huh?" she mused, tilting her head. "That's a dangerous word, Sana."

Sana grinned, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of Momo's sleeve.

Sana: "Only if you're scared."

Momo scoffed, shaking her head, a small laugh escaping her lips.

Momo: "Please. If anyone should be scared, it's you."

Sana raised an eyebrow.

Sana: "Oh? And why's that?"

Momo leaned in, lowering her voice just slightly, the weight of her words settling between them.

Momo: "Because I already made the first move."

For the first time in the conversation, Sana paused. Just for a second. But that second was enough for Momo to know she had landed a hit.

Sana quickly recovered, though, her smile turning sharper.

Sana: "Hmm... So that's why you kept this whole thing quiet. You didn't want me getting any ideas."

Momo didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Sana exhaled dramatically, finally pulling away, though her presence still lingered, her warmth still pressed against Momo's side.

Sana: "Well, that's too bad. Because now... I do have ideas."

Momo smirked, shaking her head as she reached for her bag of chips again.

Momo: "Too late. I already called dibs."

Sana laughed, throwing herself back against the couch, her head resting against Momo's shoulder once more.

Sana: "Dibs? Momo, sweetie, you should know by now that I don't believe in dibs."

Momo watched as Sana finally peeled herself away, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh before turning toward the rest of the girls. But as she did, there was a deliberate shift in her step-a playful, teasing sway of her hips that Momo immediately clocked.

Momo chuckled, her gaze flickering toward the ceiling.

Of course.

Sana knew exactly what she was doing.

Momo leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the display unfold, her lips pressing together in a knowing smirk.

Sana took her time walking back toward the others, her movements slow and effortless, as if she wasn't just teasing Momo right now. But at the last second, right before she fully rejoined the group, she stopped.

And turned.

Her eyes found Momo's instantly, and there was that same mischievous glint, the one that had been lingering between them all night.

Sana: "You know, Momo..."

Her voice was light, almost sweet, but Momo wasn't fooled.

Sana: "You may have made the first move..."

Momo arched an eyebrow, waiting.

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "But don't forget-TWICE is still Y/N's sunbaes."

The room felt just a little smaller at that moment.

Momo knew what she was getting at.

Sana tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with something between amusement and challenge.

Sana: "Which means I don't need an assignment to hop in."

Momo's fingers twitched against her sleeve, her smirk unwavering, but internally, she felt something spark inside her-something competitive, something she hadn't quite expected to feel so strongly.

So that's how she wanted to play it.

Sana held her gaze for another second, letting the words linger, letting them settle between them like an unspoken promise. Then, with a playful flick of her hair, she spun back around and waltzed toward the others as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb between them.

Momo exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

Momo (to herself): "Tch. This girl..."

She reached for another chip, popping it into her mouth with a thoughtful crunch.

This was going to be interesting.

Momo's Thoughts

Momo kept her eyes on Sana's retreating figure, watching the effortless way she slid back into conversation with the other girls.

That last line... That smug little grin...

Sana wasn't just teasing.

Momo sighed, crunching another chip between her teeth as she let her thoughts settle.

Sana was clever. She never made things too obvious, but if you knew her well enough, you could pick up on the small things-the way she lingered on a topic, the way she threw in playful jabs that held just a bit of truth beneath them.

And now, Momo knew.

Sana had been watching you, too. Maybe not in the exact way Momo had, but... the interest was there.

Of course, it was.

It wasn't hard to see why. You weren't just another trainee. You were different. The kind of talent that wasn't just impressive-but exciting.

And Momo... she had seen that before anyone else.

That's why she had made the move first. Why she had planned this from the start.

Why she had been so adamant about being the one to mentor you.

Sana could play her little games all she wanted, but Momo wasn't going to let this slip through her fingers.

She knew how to guide you. How to push you. How to shape you into something even greater.

And if-just if-something more happened along the way...

Well.

That was her business.

She reached for another chip but stopped, suddenly losing interest in the snack.

Her mind was elsewhere now.

On you.

And apparently... she wasn't the only one.

Sana's Thoughts

Sana smiled as she rejoined the girls, slipping into the conversation naturally, laughing at whatever joke Nayeon had thrown into the mix.

But her mind was still on Momo.

And you.

She could feel Momo's stare, even if she wasn't looking anymore. That small pause, that shift in the air-Sana knew she had struck a nerve.

Good.

She wasn't stupid. She had noticed the way Momo had been paying more attention to you lately. The extra time spent watching you, the way she always seemed to bring you up in casual conversation.

At first, Sana had thought it was just Momo being Momo-passionate about dance, about shaping raw talent.

But the more she watched... the more she listened...

The more she realized it was more than that.

And that's when it had hit her.

This isn't just about mentoring, is it, Momo?

Sana didn't know what exactly Momo was planning. But she did know one thing-if Momo was interested, then so was she.

Not just because of their little unspoken rivalry.

Not just because she liked to tease Momo.

But because, if she was being honest...

She had already taken an interest in you.

Maybe not in the way Momo had. Not yet.

But now?

Now, she was paying closer attention.

She glanced over her shoulder, just for a second, just to catch Momo still sitting there, looking as composed as ever.

Sana smirked.

This was going to be fun.

Back To Y/N

The dorm room was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the city outside and the steady ticking of the clock on your wall. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, arms resting behind your head as your mind raced.

Jin's words kept replaying in your head.

"You're getting a mentor. And it's a woman."

At first, you had gone through all the possibilities-some senior trainer, a choreographer from another company, maybe even someone from a different JYPE group. But no matter how much you thought about it, one name stood out.

Momo.

Hirai Momo.

The best dancer in K-pop. The standard. The one everyone looked up to when it came to performance.

And, more importantly, the only female who fit Jin's description.

You turned onto your side, gripping the blanket slightly.

If it was Momo, what did that mean for you?

You weren't lacking in skill. You knew that. Your vocals, rap, and visuals were all strong-but dance? That was the area where you needed polishing. And if anyone was going to push you to that next level, it would be her.

But still...

You exhaled, running a hand down your face.

How were you supposed to act around her?

She wasn't just another trainer. She wasn't some faceless coach giving you critiques from behind a clipboard. She was an idol. A top-tier performer. A legend in the industry.

And if she really was your mentor, then you'd be seeing her. Training with her. Learning from her, one-on-one.

Spending a lot of time with her.

You swallowed.

Would she be strict? Would she even take you seriously?

And... why you?

Of all the trainees in JYPE, why would she be the one assigned to you?

Your head sank deeper into the pillow as you sighed.

Maybe you were just overthinking it.

Maybe it wasn't Momo at all.

But deep down, a part of you already knew the truth.

And it made your heart beat just a little faster.

You let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before pushing yourself up.

Y/N: "Tch... Why am I stressing over this?"

Your voice echoed slightly in the quiet room, but it wasn't like anyone was around to hear you talking to yourself. Still, the weight in your chest didn't disappear.

Shaking your head, you reached over to your desk, flipping open your laptop. The screen lit up instantly, and without thinking, your fingers navigated to YouTube.

TWICE's official channel.

It wasn't even a question of where to go-you already knew what you were looking for.

Your fingers hovered over the search bar for a second before typing: Momo Performance Project.

The video popped up immediately. You had seen it before, of course.

But tonight... it felt different.

You clicked on it, and the moment the music started, your eyes locked onto the screen.

Momo moved like she wasn't just dancing-she was breathing through her movements. Every step, every isolated pop, every fluid transition between soft and sharp-it was perfect. There wasn't a single unnecessary motion, not even the slightest hesitation.

And the control. The raw confidence she carried in every move.

Your jaw clenched slightly.

Y/N: "She's insane..."

It wasn't just her skill-it was the way she commanded the stage. She didn't just perform; she owned every second of it.

And that was who you'd be training under?

Your grip on the laptop tightened.

Y/N: "...I can't screw this up."

You didn't know why she had been the one assigned to you, or if there was a specific reason she agreed, but one thing was clear-if you were going to be trained by Momo, you needed to be ready.

Because if she expected you to keep up...

You had to.

Y/N: "I have to do this. I have to make her proud... I CAN'T FAIL HER-WAIT... MOMO... AHHHHH!!"

Suddenly, your face crumples, and the most dramatic sob escapes you. You flop dramatically onto the bed, clutching the laptop to your chest like it's the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N: "She's SO perfect... and I... I'm just a trainee... Why did she have to be so perfect?! I'll never keep up!!"

You roll over onto your side and let out a series of fake dramatic sobs, one hand covering your face, the other gripping the blanket for dear life.

Y/N: "MOMO... WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TALENTED... AND BEAUTIFUL... AND... AND... AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

You pause, sniffing loudly like you're truly devastated, then slowly open one eye to peek at the screen again.

You watch her move again, and before you know it, you're wiping away a comically exaggerated tear.

Y/N: "...I'm gonna make you proud, Momo. I swear. I'll do it... even if it means breaking every bone in my body-"

You pause again, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

Y/N: "...What am I even saying right now?"

You sit up quickly, wiping away an invisible tear with the back of your hand, trying to act like it never happened.

Y/N: "Okay, focus. I just... I need to be serious. But also, Momo... please go easy on me..."

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You didn't even realize your mouth was hanging open, jaw slack as you watched the video unfold.

There she was.

Momo, in all her badass glory, wearing a outfit that somehow made her look dangerous and angelic at the same time. You didn't even know how she pulled that off. But she did.

The black hat perched just right on her head, her crimson/deep red lipstick striking against her flawless skin-that was when your heart nearly exploded

Your breath hitched in your chest, and for a second, you thought you might pass out. You slapped a hand over your face, trying to cover up the overwhelming amount of fanboy energy coursing through you.

Y/N: "No way... no freaking way..."

She was, without a doubt, the definition of fierce. The way she moved, every step so sharp, so full of attitude. Then she twirled, the fabric of her outfit flowing with the motion and-wait, those clothes?!

You literally had to pause the video, blinking several times in disbelief. How was she able to make black and white silk look like it could kill?

Your body went slack as you fell backward onto the bed, letting out a dramatic gasp as if you had just witnessed a life-changing event.

Y/N: "I'm dead. I'm officially dead. Momo's a goddess, I can't take this. She looks so... SO GOOD. Ughhh, I'm gonna faint. I CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IS THIS LEVEL OF SEXINESS?!"

Your face was on fire, and you couldn't even decide if it was from how beautiful she looked or from the absolute craziness of how she made everything she wore look like it had been designed to break hearts.

Y/N: "Momo, why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to look so badass...?"

You grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried your face in it. The way she pulled off every move in that video, looking like she was going to destroy anyone who dared stand in her way... it was too much. Too much, Momo!

Y/N: "I just wanted to train. But now I'm gonna train and cry over you every single day! I'll be lucky if I can speak without stuttering when I see her in person!"

Your dramatic fanboy moment reached its peak as you flopped onto the bed in an exaggerated fashion, gazing at the screen once more, mesmerized by the way Momo's eyes seemed to pierce straight through the camera.

Y/N: "I'm doomed."

You closed your eyes, laying back dramatically as if the weight of the universe had just crushed you. How were you supposed to live up to this level of perfection?

And yet, despite the overwhelming feelings of fangirl anguish, you couldn't help but smile. Because deep down, you knew you were about to be up close to this goddess of a mentor.

Y/N: "I can't... wait... to fail in front of her."

The Next Day - Practice Room

You arrived at the practice room early, expecting to see someone-anyone-waiting for you. Maybe a trainer, maybe a fellow trainee warming up, or maybe... her.

But when you pushed the door open, the room was completely empty.

The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the slight echo of your own footsteps against the polished floor.

Y/N: "Huh. Guess I'm early."

You exhaled, scanning the vast mirrors that lined the walls, the glossy floor that had probably been danced on a million times before by JYPE legends. And now, here you were.

Still, an empty room meant one thing-you could chill for a bit.

Without hesitation, you plopped down on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied sigh. From your bag, you pulled out the real MVP of the morning-your breakfast.

A fat, glorious chicken sub.

You unwrapped it carefully, as if it were a prized possession, before taking a big, satisfying bite.

Y/N: "Mmm... this is the life."

For a moment, you forgot about everything-the pressure, the nerves, the overwhelming realization that Momo might be your mentor. Right now, it was just you and this god-tier sandwich.

You leaned your head back, chewing slowly, staring at the ceiling like you were contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

Y/N: "Maybe I overthought everything yesterday. Maybe it's not even Momo. Maybe it's just some choreographer and I stressed for nothing."

You took another bite.

Y/N: "Yeah... Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that THE Momo would be personally training me?"

The thought almost made you laugh.

You were just a trainee. A really skilled one, sure, but still-this was Momo we were talking about.

JYP's dance queen.

The idol who shut down the industry with every performance she did.

The woman who singlehandedly made you cry in your dorm last night.

You paused mid-chew, suddenly remembering your embarrassing breakdown.

Y/N: "...Okay, we don't talk about that."

You shook your head, focusing back on your food. Breakfast first, anxiety later.

Taking another bite, you relaxed further against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The room was peaceful, quiet.

Too quiet.

It was almost suspicious.

Like the calm before a storm.

And little did you know... that storm had already arrived.

You took another slow, satisfying bite of your chicken sub, completely unaware of the impending chaos about to descend upon you.

The room was still empty, still peaceful. Just you, your sandwich, and the distant hum of the air conditioning.

Perfect.

You let out a relaxed sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

Y/N: "Man... maybe I was stressing for nothing. I'll just take it easy today. No pressure. No freaking out. Just-"

BAM!

The practice room door slammed open so hard it echoed against the walls.

You choked.

Your peaceful morning shattered in an instant as you nearly dropped your sandwich, coughing violently as your body scrambled to process the sudden intrusion. Eyes wide, you turned toward the door, still mid-cough, trying to recover before you looked like a total fool.

And there she was.

Momo Hirai.

Standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt printed pants, and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a blank expression-no, actually, it was worse.

She looked straight at you like she had already expected this. Like she knew you'd be here. Like she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Your soul nearly left your body.

Y/N: "...!"

You were frozen. Absolutely frozen. Not because of fear, but because this was Momo.

Your brain, which had spent the past 24 hours overthinking her mere existence, was now short-circuiting at the real-life presence of said existence.

Meanwhile, Momo just stood there, scanning the room, before her eyes landed on you... and the half-eaten chicken sub in your hands.

Silence.

Complete, unbearable silence.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Then, after what felt like years, she finally spoke.

Momo: "...You good?"

You immediately straightened up, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to act normal.

Y/N: "Pfft. Yeah. Totally. 100% fine."

You were not fine.

Momo just blinked at you, her expression unreadable. Then, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Momo: "You're early."

You awkwardly held up your sandwich like it was a valid excuse.

Y/N: "Breakfast."

She nodded slowly, dropping her duffel bag on the floor before stretching her arms over her head.

Momo: "Nice. Hope you enjoyed it, because once we start, you won't have time to eat like that again."

Your stomach dropped.

Your chicken sub suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

You swallowed nervously, eyes locked on Momo as she casually walked toward the mirror, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck like she was preparing for war.

Then, she glanced at you through the mirror.

Momo: "You ready?"

...Ready?

For what?

To train? To suffer? To collapse after two hours of dance drills?

No. No, you were not ready.

But looking at her-seeing Momo, Hirai freaking Momo, staring at you with that expectant gaze-you knew there was only one answer.

You inhaled sharply, pushing yourself up from the floor.

Y/N: "...Yeah. I'm ready."

Momo smirked.

Momo: "Good."

And just like that, your peaceful morning was over.

The Training Begins

Momo cracked her neck once more before clapping her hands together, immediately shifting into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's warm up first."

You didn't hesitate.

Like a trained soldier, you sprang to your feet, wiping your hands on your pants to get rid of any crumbs from your now-forgotten sandwich. This was it. Game time.

Momo stretched her arms, rotating her shoulders before rolling her ankles. She barely had to try to look cool while doing it. Meanwhile, you... you were suddenly hyper-aware of every single movement you made, afraid that one wrong move would make you look like an idiot.

Momo: "Do what I do."

She bent forward, stretching her hamstrings. You immediately mirrored her, bending forward as well.

She moved into a deep side lunge. You followed without hesitation.

She twisted her torso, reaching for her toes. You copied, trying not to wobble.

Every single time she moved, you copied instantly, like a puppy trying to impress its owner.

Momo caught on to this very quickly.

Momo: "...You don't have to follow that fast."

You blinked.

Y/N: "I-Oh. Right. Yeah. Just, uh... making sure I don't fall behind."

Momo stared at you for a second before a small smirk played on her lips.

Momo: "Relax. This isn't a military drill."

Easy for her to say.

Still, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

After a few more stretches, Momo stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.

Momo: "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."

She walked over to the speakers, scrolling through a playlist on her phone. You gulped.

She was going to make you dance.

Of course, you knew that was the whole point of this, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn't stop the nervous energy buzzing through your veins.

The music started-something with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow. Momo turned back to you, arms crossed.

Momo: "Just freestyle. Show me your natural style."

Your natural what now?

You froze, blinking at her like a deer in headlights.

Y/N: "You mean... just... dance? Right now?"

Momo: "No, I meant juggle. Of course, I mean dance."

You swallowed hard.

Okay. Okay. This was your chance to prove yourself. You weren't just some rookie. You were a JYPE ace. You had skills.

You inhaled deeply, rolled your shoulders, and stepped into position.

The beat dropped.

You moved.

At first, you kept it simple, feeling out the rhythm. A few steps here, a few body rolls there. You weren't going to go all out yet-you needed to pace yourself.

Momo nodded slightly, observing with sharp eyes.

Then, you added a little more flair. A sharper pop. A quicker footwork pattern. A turn with a controlled isolation.

You sneaked a glance at Momo.

She was still watching. Still analyzing.

No reaction.

Your heart pounded as you picked up the intensity. You had to impress her. You threw in a few tricks, making sure everything looked clean.

Still... nothing.

Momo just stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked onto you like a scientist studying an experiment.

Your confidence wavered. Were you doing okay? Was she not impressed? Was she internally laughing at you?

Then-just when you thought you were about to die from the silence-Momo suddenly spoke.

Momo: "Stop."

You halted immediately, panting slightly.

Momo walked toward you, stopping just a foot away.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she smirked.

Momo: "Not bad."

You exhaled so hard you nearly collapsed.

Y/N: "Th-Thanks."

Momo took a step back, stretching her arms again.

Momo: "But you're overthinking it."

You stiffened.

Y/N: "I-What?"

Momo: "You're too stiff. You're thinking too much about how you look instead of just feeling the dance."

She lifted an eyebrow.

Momo: "That why you were following my warm-ups like a lost puppy too?"

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "I-Puppy?! No, I was just-"

Momo chuckled, shaking her head.

Momo: "Relax. You've got talent. I just need you to trust yourself more."

Trust yourself.

Easier said than done when Momo Hirai was literally standing in front of you, judging your every move.

Still, you nodded quickly.

Y/N: "Got it. Trust myself."

Momo smiled slightly before clapping her hands.

Momo: "Alright then. Let's go again."

And just like that, the training continued.

And you...?

You were just trying your absolute best not to die under Momo's intense gaze.

Momo tapped her phone, replaying the song from the beginning.

Momo: "Alright. Try again. This time, stop thinking so much and just feel the music."

You nodded, swallowing your nerves as the beat kicked in again.

This time, you tried to loosen up. No overanalyzing. No worrying about whether Momo was judging your every move.

Just. Dance.

Momo stepped in front of you, demonstrating a simple groove with her hips-fluid, natural, effortless. You mirrored her movements, matching her rhythm.

Then she added more flow, shifting smoothly from side to side, her body moving with an elegance that could only be achieved through years of experience.

You followed.

But this time... something clicked.

Your body moved instinctively, matching her pace, your hips rolling just a bit deeper, a bit smoother than before.

It was subtle-barely even intentional-but it happened.

And Momo noticed.

Her movements faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering toward you in surprise.

You didn't notice at first. You were in the zone, completely lost in the rhythm. Your body moved without hesitation, perfectly mirroring her flow-maybe even outdoing it by accident.

And that's when you saw it.

That flicker of something in Momo's expression.

Impressed.

She was impressed.

You almost tripped from the realization.

Wait. Did I just-?

Momo quickly recovered, tilting her head slightly as she continued the routine.

Momo: "...Not bad."

She tried to sound neutral. Casual. Like this was just normal practice.

But there was no missing the slight twitch of her lips.

A smirk.

A very faint smirk.

Your heart pounded. Did you just-Did you actually make Momo Hirai impressed for a second?

You weren't sure if you should be proud or terrified.

Momo, however, had already shifted back into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's try something harder."

She moved into a sharper hip roll, slowing it down to emphasize control. You mirrored her without hesitation, feeling the motion sink into your muscles.

Again, your flow matched hers.

Again, you felt that tiny flicker of amusement in her eyes.

And again...

You had the strangest feeling that this training session was about to get way more interesting than you had originally expected.

Momo's smirk grew as she stepped back, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "Alright, let's take it up a notch."

You didn't question it. You were already in the zone, locked into the rhythm, your body responding naturally. You weren't thinking anymore-you were feeling it.

Momo slid into a smooth transition, hips swaying in a controlled motion, before snapping into a sharp footwork sequence. You followed immediately, mirroring her movements without hesitation.

Her brows raised slightly.

She tried something more intricate-an elegant body wave flowing seamlessly into a sharp hip roll, a move often seen in girl group choreography.

You followed.

No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just pure muscle memory and rhythm.

Momo's eyes lit up with amusement.

Momo: "Oh?"

A challenge.

She switched it up, throwing in a more aggressive pop-and-lock move, something sharper and more masculine.

You copied.

She tested you again, smoothly blending in more feminine isolation work-a subtle chest pop followed by a delicate wrist flick.

You followed.

There was no thought of masculine or feminine styles in your head. You just danced.

And that was what caught Momo's attention the most.

Her smirk widened as she suddenly leaned in, shifting into a playful but fluid movement-shoulders rolling, hips swaying, an effortlessly charismatic groove.

She was pushing you now.

Testing you.

Would you hesitate? Would you get embarrassed?

Nope.

You met her energy head-on, matching her flow with the same smoothness, completely unfazed.

That's when it happened.

The unspoken shift.

The training session had officially turned into a full-on, unintentional dance battle.

Momo took a step forward, her body flowing through the music, challenging you with her movements.

You stepped forward too, seamlessly responding, your own rhythm intertwining with hers.

Her amusement deepened.

She upped the difficulty, executing a precise isolation, controlling each muscle with eerie precision.

You mirrored it near-perfectly.

Momo: "...Oh, you're serious about this."

You grinned.

Y/N: "I'm just following my mentor, right?"

Momo chuckled, rolling her eyes.

But she wasn't stopping.

She threw in a more sensual move, a slow and controlled body roll, her eyes flickering to yours to see if you'd hesitate.

You didn't.

You matched the movement smoothly, not even thinking about how close you two had gotten in the exchange.

The air shifted.

There was something about the way the two of you moved now-perfectly in sync, feeding off each other's energy.

And the best part?

Momo was genuinely impressed.

This wasn't just a test anymore.

This was fun.

And as the music continued, as the battle carried on with neither of you backing down, one thought crossed her mind-

Oh... this is gonna be interesting.

The music slowly came to an end, the beat fading out as you both stood there, breathing heavily. Your chest rose and fell in time with Momo's as you wiped the sweat from your brow, trying to catch your breath.

But now...

Now, there was only a comfortable silence between the two of you.

You stood upright, posture as poised as ever, but your heart was still racing. You felt the heat rise to your face-though it was a gentle warmth, it was enough to make you feel a little self-conscious about the whole exchange.

Did I do okay?

Momo slowly lowered her arms, her eyes studying you.

Momo: "You didn't even flinch."

You nodded quietly, avoiding her gaze, unsure if you'd truly done anything worthy of praise.

Y/N: "I... just followed your lead."

Momo gave a soft chuckle at your humble response.

Momo: "You're a lot more composed than I thought."

Her voice was light, but there was an edge of admiration in it. You could hear it, even if it wasn't direct.

For a moment, she simply stared at you, like she was sizing you up all over again.

And then, in a sudden shift of energy, she smiled.

Momo: "You're not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You felt your cheeks flush, but you quickly lowered your head to hide it, not wanting to seem too affected by her compliment. You hadn't expected to get such praise from Momo of all people.

Y/N: "Thank you."

Your voice was soft, almost shy, but you felt it. You felt her approval in a way that made you want to work even harder.

Momo crossed her arms again, her smirk still present.

Momo: "We're just getting started, though. If you can keep up with me on the floor, maybe we'll see how you do in a real performance."

You nodded without a word, your gaze dropping momentarily. It was hard to keep your usual composed demeanor when the person standing in front of you was Momo, the one who had just pushed you to your limits and somehow... made you feel like you belonged in this space.

Y/N: "I'll keep working hard."

Momo studied you for another beat, then gave a single nod of approval. She finally dropped her arms and took a step toward the door.

Momo: "Good. See you tomorrow. And don't let that energy fade."

You nodded once more, your posture still straight, your gaze fixed on the ground as she walked toward the door. But before she left, she paused, glancing back at you.

Her eyes softened for just a moment.

Momo: "And... good job today, Y/N."

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, even though you couldn't hide the slight warmth creeping into your cheeks again.

Y/N: "Thank you, Momo."

She smiled once more, a small, knowing smile. Then, with one last glance, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You stood there for a moment, still processing the session. You had kept your calm throughout the whole thing, but inside? Your heart was racing.

But you couldn't help but feel a little more confident now.

Momo had seen something in you, something that made her acknowledge your effort, your passion. And that... that meant more than any compliment.

You couldn't wait to see where this would go next.

Momo's Pov

The door clicked shut behind her, and Momo leaned against the cool surface of the wall, her breath still heavy from the intensity of the session.

She had to admit it: You were better than she expected. The way you followed her, no hesitation, no question. You didn't flinch, you didn't second-guess yourself. You just moved.

That's the kind of drive I like.

But as the initial satisfaction from the training session settled in, another, more complicated feeling started to bubble up inside her. It was the kind of feeling that had followed her since the moment Sana had opened her mouth yesterday.

Momo ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head lightly as she replayed the conversation in her mind.

Why does she always have to do that?

Sana: "You may become his mentor, Momoring. But we all are still his Sunbaes. I can still hop in without being assigned"

Momo had brushed it off in the moment, but those words? They had stayed with her.

Caught your eye.

And Sana's teasing smile, the way she'd said it so easily-so playfully-as if she already knew something Momo was only starting to realize herself.

It wasn't just about the mentoring.

It wasn't.

Momo closed her eyes for a moment, a sharp pang of frustration flickering through her.

She had to remind herself why she'd chosen you to mentor in the first place. You were talented, driven, already on the edge of greatness. You had the potential to be JYPE's next big thing, and she saw herself in you. She wanted to mold that potential, guide it, refine it.

That was the official reason, anyway.

But there was another reason, one that had been gnawing at her the whole time she watched you move in the studio, her eyes narrowing on every flick of your wrist, every tilt of your hips. The way you danced-effortlessly-reminded her of the very reason she'd fallen in love with dancing in the first place. The freedom, the passion. But also...

You were so much like her, and it felt like it made her possessive in a way she wasn't sure she wanted to admit.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Sana had noticed, too. That undeniable energy between you and her-Sana saw it, and she wasn't the type to let a potential rival slip by unnoticed. She was too competitive, too driven, too bold for that.

And now...

Now, this would be more than just a dance lesson.

Sana had been teasing, of course, but Momo knew it wasn't just playful banter. The competition in her voice was real. Sana was looking at you the same way Momo had. There was no mistaking it.

The idea of Sana getting closer to you, of her claiming what Momo was starting to feel a possessive claim over, left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She wasn't ready to admit it out loud. Hell, she didn't even want to acknowledge it to herself just yet. But the way her chest tightened, the way her heart skipped a beat every time you gave her that shy, humble smile, was more than enough to let her know.

She wanted you.

She'd always been the more bold one, the one who'd never hesitated to make a move. But Momo? She was always careful, always calculated. She had never gotten into a mess like this before.

And yet, here she was.

Wanting you.

Her competition was standing right next to her. And the way things were unfolding, it wasn't just about teaching you anymore.

It was about winning.

Winning you.

Momo pressed her hand to her chest, a slight twinge of pain sparking beneath her ribs.

This wasn't going to be easy.

But she wasn't backing down.

Momo's fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. She could feel her pulse quicken, and it wasn't from the dance practice.

It was from the growing weight of her emotions, the things she'd been trying to bury beneath the surface. She had never been this conflicted before-never so uncertain about what she really wanted.

She had always been in control, the calm, collected one. She had never let emotions cloud her judgment, especially not when it came to something like this.

But you? You had her questioning everything.

Your quiet intensity, your humility-it made her want to protect you, to guide you. But there was something else there, something more personal she wasn't ready to admit even to herself.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sana's teasing. Sana's knowing smile.

Of course, Sana had caught on. She always did. There wasn't a way to hide her feelings from someone like Sana, who thrived on competition and flirtation. Momo had expected this, but the feeling of being seen in such a way made her uncomfortably aware of just how much she was starting to care about you.

But now?

Now, she was torn.

Momo sighed deeply, letting the air leave her lungs in a long, slow exhale. She leaned her back against the cold, smooth wall, closing her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

She couldn't keep pretending like this wasn't becoming something more than just mentoring.

She had to face it.

She wanted you. Not just because you were a talented trainee. Not just because you had the potential to be JYPE's next star.

But because you made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time.

The way you listened, the way you followed her movements so earnestly, your shy smile that melted her defenses-that was why she wanted to be the one to guide you.

And if Sana thought she was going to just let you slip away like that-if she thought she could just waltz in and take what Momo was starting to claim-then she had another thing coming.

This was her job.

She was going to be the one who shaped you, who molded your talent.

She was going to make sure you became great... for her.

Momo clenched her fists, the heat of determination flooding her veins.

She wasn't going to let anyone-especially not Sana-take this from her.

She would win.

And she would do it her way.

You stood alone in the practice room, trying to catch your breath after the intense session with Momo. Your chest still heaved as you leaned against the wall, silently reprimanding yourself for pushing a little too hard. The music had stopped, but the feeling of it still vibrated in your bones, and you were trying to reign in your breathing, to steady yourself.

As you closed your eyes for a brief moment, your thoughts drifting to the past hour-Momo's moves, her focus, the way she'd pushed you-you heard the soft click of the door opening.

Before you could even turn to see who it was, a voice broke through the stillness.

Sana: "Well, well, well... look who's hard at work."

You froze.

That voice-playful, teasing, and dripping with confidence-sent a jolt through you. The unmistakable voice of Minatozaki Sana, the aegyo queen from TWICE.

You turned, your breath catching in your throat when you saw her.

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her signature sassy smile plastered across her face and waving at you. Her eyes glinted with that mischievous sparkle, and she was dressed casually, but effortlessly stylish. A loose white top, dark pants, and a light jacket draped over her shoulder. She didn't even look like she was sweating, as if she hadn't been dancing for hours already face

But what really hit you was the way she looked at you.

There was something in her gaze-something that had your heart stuttering for just a beat.

Sana: "Didn't know you had it in you, Y/N."

Her playful tone made you smile shyly, but you couldn't quite keep the heat from your cheeks as she slowly made her way into the room.

She didn't stop walking until she was just a few feet from you, her eyes assessing you from head to toe.

You felt yourself get a little self-conscious. Why did she have to walk in right now, of all times?

Y/N: "I... I'm just taking a break," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sana tilted her head, that same playful smirk never leaving her lips.

Sana: "A break, huh?" She crossed her arms and leaned back against the nearest wall. "I was just passing by and saw someone here practicing hard... thought I'd come check on my future favorite trainee."

You blinked at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant by that.

Y/N: "Future favorite trainee?"

Sana gave a soft laugh, tapping her finger to her chin as if she were deep in thought.

Sana: "Well, it's just that... you've got something about you. I've seen Momo working with you, and she seems to have a special interest in you."

There was that glint in her eye again, and it made your heart race just a little faster.

Sana: "And I can't help but wonder... how much more special can you get?"

Her words hit like a subtle challenge, a direct comparison to the work Momo had been doing with you. You felt the tension in the air rise, but you weren't quite sure how to respond.

Sana stepped a little closer now, tilting her head to the side.

Sana: "But you know, it's not just about talent, Y/N. It's about connection too, don't you think?"

The way she said it was almost like a flirtation, though it was light-hearted and fun. Still, the meaning behind it was clear-she was sizing you up, in a way that felt far too personal for the situation.

Your thoughts were already clouded by Momo's intensity earlier. Now, Sana had stepped into the mix, and you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that something more was at play here.

Y/N: "I'm not sure what you mean..."

Sana gave you a knowing look, that smile curling into something more mischievous.

Sana: "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

She took another step forward, just enough for you to notice the way her presence seemed to take over the space.

Sana: "Just remember, Y/N," she said softly, her voice low but teasing, "while you're working hard, keep in mind that I'm watching too. And if you need a little extra guidance... I'm always happy to help."

You were too stunned by her proximity and the way she was speaking to respond immediately. Her eyes locked onto yours for a brief, intense moment, and then she gave you that trademark wink before stepping back.

Sana: "But don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

You stood frozen for a moment, still trying to process the whole interaction.

---

The Fifth Day - A Shift in Momo

The past five days had gone by in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and relentless practice. Every morning, you showed up at the practice room, ready to train under Momo's watchful eyes. And every day, she pushed you harder.

But today?

Today was different.

Momo wasn't just pushing you-she was driving you to your absolute limits.

Her sharp gaze was more intense than usual, her commands were brisk, and there was a weight in her tone that hadn't been there before.

Momo: "Again."

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, barely catching your breath before stepping back into position. You didn't question her. You never did.

Because she was Momo-the best dancer in K-Pop, your mentor, and someone you respected more than words could express.

And if she said "again," you did it again.

The music blared through the speakers, and you threw yourself into the choreography, following her every move like it was second nature by now. The steps were clean, but Momo wasn't satisfied.

Momo: "Tighter footwork. You're not locking in properly."

Your lungs burned, your legs screamed for rest, but you nodded and kept going.

Momo: "More control in your transitions."

You bit the inside of your cheek and adjusted, moving through the routine with as much precision as you could muster. But even when you thought you executed it well, her expression barely changed.

If anything... it looked like she was frustrated.

And yet, despite her harshness, you didn't fight back.

You didn't ask why she was pushing you harder than usual.

Because this was Momo-and whatever she demanded from you, you gave it without hesitation.

Because you admired her.

Her talent, her discipline, her presence.

Momo wasn't just a mentor to you-she was someone who had your complete respect.

So, even if your body begged for a break, even if her voice was sharper today, even if she seemed unusually cold-you took it all in stride.

Until finally, after what felt like an eternity, the music stopped.

You stood there, panting, sweat dripping down your face, your shirt clinging to your body. Your muscles trembled from exhaustion, but you refused to complain.

Momo crossed her arms, staring at you with a conflicted look.

You waited for her to say something, to correct you, to give another order.

Instead, she exhaled sharply and looked away.

For the first time today, her voice softened-just a little.

Momo: "We're done for now."

You blinked in surprise but didn't argue.

Slowly, you sat down on the floor, gulping down water as you tried to steady your breathing.

Momo, however, remained standing, arms still crossed, her eyes staring at nothing in particular.

Something was off.

You could feel it.

But you didn't understand why.

You had no idea that five days ago, just hours after your first practice session with her, Momo had found out about Sana.

You had no idea that Sana had timed it perfectly-that just when Momo thought she had a lead in being close to you, Sana had swooped in, inserting herself into your world without any assignment.

And you definitely had no idea that Momo had been steaming about it ever since.

All you knew... was that today, for some reason, she had been harder on you than ever before.

And yet, despite her frustration, despite whatever was bothering her-you couldn't bring yourself to resent it.

Because no matter what, this was Momo.

And you would always give her your all.

Even if you didn't understand why she was acting this way.

You collapsed onto all fours, your arms trembling as you gasped for air. The cold floor beneath you did nothing to cool the burning heat in your body.

Who the fuck dances non-stop for almost two hours with no proper break?

Oh, that's right. Hirai Momo.

You had barely managed to steal five to ten seconds of standing breaths between transitions before she barked at you to keep moving. Every time you thought she'd let up, she pushed you further, her voice cutting through the music like a drill sergeant on a mission.

And now, your lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

Your arms barely held you up as you wheezed, trying to regain even a fraction of the energy you'd burned through.

Sweat dripped from your chin, hitting the floor beneath you, and you swore your soul was about to leave your body.

You tilted your head up, still panting like you had just run a marathon, and stared at her.

Momo stood there, completely unfazed.

She had a towel lazily draped over her shoulder, her toned stomach barely rising and falling as if the same practice that had you on the verge of death was just a warm-up for her.

Her expression was unreadable, her lips pressed into a firm line as she looked down at you.

And that pissed you off.

Not because she had pushed you so hard-no, you could handle the training.

But because something was off with her today, and you had no clue what it was.

Your voice came out hoarse, words escaping between gasps.

Y/N: "Momo... are you-huff-are you mad at me or something?"

For the first time all day, her expression faltered.

It was quick, but you saw it.

A flicker of hesitation.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, her arms tightening around herself.

Then, just as fast as the slip-up came, she straightened up, shaking her head.

Momo: "No. You're imagining things."

Imagining things, my ass.

Your instincts were screaming at you. Something was wrong.

But you were too exhausted to press further.

Instead, you let your forehead drop onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning into the wood.

Y/N: "Holy shit... I think I'm dying."

Momo scoffed, the faintest hint of amusement in her tone.

Momo: "Dramatic."

You raised a shaky hand, flipping her off without looking up.

She let out a small chuckle but didn't comment further.

Still, the silence between you two felt... strange.

Not uncomfortable, but not the usual camaraderie either.

And it was all her.

She had been different today.

You could feel it.

But no matter how much you replayed the session in your head, you couldn't figure out why.

She had always been a strict mentor-but never like this.

Never this unyielding, never this harsh, never this distant.

A bead of sweat slid down your temple as you lay there, your breathing slowly evening out.

Then, just as your body finally started to settle, Momo spoke again.

Momo: "Go home and rest."

You blinked up at her.

Y/N: "That's it? No review? No 'fix this, fix that' lecture?"

Momo exhaled through her nose, turning away.

Momo: "Tomorrow."

And just like that, she grabbed her towel and walked toward the exit, her back turned to you.

You watched her go, your gut telling you that something had changed.

Meanwhile, Momo's Mind Was a Battlefield.

The moment she stepped out of the practice room, her entire body tensed.

She let out a slow breath, gripping the towel too tightly in her hands.

Her jaw clenched, her thoughts spiraling.

She had pushed you too hard today.

She knew it.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself.

Because five days ago, Sana had timed it perfectly-showing up just after Momo had trained with you.

And suddenly, everything felt like a game.

A silent, unspoken war between her and Sana.

She wasn't dumb. She saw the way Sana had looked at you that day.

Sana wasn't just playing around.

She was staking her claim.

And Momo hated it.

And for reasons she wasn't ready to admit yet, she wanted you for herself.

That's why she had set this up from the start.

That's why she had volunteered to be your mentor.

That's why she had planned all of this.

And yet, now?

Now Sana was in the picture.

And for the first time since deciding to guide you-Momo felt threatened.

So today, she pushed you.

Harder than she ever had.

Not to punish you.

But to remind herself that she was first.

That she was your mentor.

That you belonged in her hands before anyone else's.

And yet...

Yet the moment she saw you collapsed on the floor, completely drained, something twisted inside her chest.

Regret.

Guilt.

A selfish kind of frustration.

Because she had never wanted to hurt you.

She just...

She just couldn't lose to Sana.

Not in this.

Not with you.

Momo exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway.

Momo leaned against the cool mirror of the empty practice room, staring at her own reflection.

Her chest was still tight from the last two hours-though not from exhaustion. Not from the dance, not from the practice.

But from the emotions simmering just beneath her composed surface.

She let out a sharp breath, gripping her towel as she let her thoughts run loose.

"Okay, Momo. Let's be real for a second."

She was never one to back down. Not in dance, not in competition, and definitely not in this.

And this?

It was about you.

It was about making sure that, when the time came, there was no doubt in your mind who was by your side first.

Because Momo wasn't a fool.

She knew how these things worked.

Attraction wasn't just about time spent together-it was about timing itself.

And Sana had almost fucked up hers.

That woman had a knack for slipping into people's lives so smoothly it was like she was meant to be there.

And the way she looked at you?

Yeah. Momo had caught that.

The same way she had looked at you herself.

But unlike Sana, Momo didn't just rush in with playful touches and teasing remarks.

No, no, no. That wasn't her style.

She had planned this way before Sana even caught on.

And now?

Now, she just had to be patient.

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck slightly as she kept thinking.

She had laid the groundwork already-securing the position as your mentor was the biggest step.

Now, she just needed to let things play out naturally.

To let time do the work for her.

To make sure that, when she finally made her move, it wouldn't feel sudden or forced.

It would feel inevitable.

Because, in the end, what made feelings real? What made them last?

Not just attraction. Not just impulse.

But trust. Respect. Connection.

And that was exactly what she was building with you.

Every session. Every critique. Every time she pushed you past your limits and helped you see the potential you hadn't even realized you had.

You already admired her.

That much was obvious from the way you looked at her.

Now, she just had to make you need her.

Not just as a mentor.

Not just as a sunbae.

But as something... more.

She smirked slightly, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Sana could play her little games.

Could flirt, tease, and slide her way into your thoughts.

But Momo wasn't worried.

Because at the end of the day?

Sana was unpredictable.

Momo?

Momo was constant.

And that was why, when all was said and done, you'd fall for her first.

You just didn't know it yet.

But you would.

And Momo would make damn sure of it.

Momo's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at her reflection.

Her own smirk faded just a little, replaced by something sharper.

Because if there was one mistake she would never make, it was underestimating Minatozaki Sana.

And why would she?

They had been together for years.

Through thousands of hours of practice, through sleepless nights, through every win and loss, every moment of exhaustion and triumph.

Sana was her person.

Her twin.

Her other half in TWICE.

But that also meant-if anyone knew just how dangerous Sana could be in this... silent war, it was her.

Sana was not someone to take lightly.

She was playful, affectionate, and had a way of making people feel special without even trying.

And that was the problem.

Because Sana wasn't like her.

Momo worked with structure.

With plans.

Sana?

Sana just felt.

She didn't need a damn blueprint.

She just did what came naturally-and the worst part? It worked.

She didn't have to push or manipulate. She just existed.

And people gravitated to her like moths to a flame.

Momo knew this better than anyone.

Had seen it too many times.

And if she wasn't careful?

She might see it happen again.

With you.

Her fingers tightened around the towel in her hands.

No.

She had worked too hard.

Planned too well.

She wasn't going to let this slip away just because Sana could smile the right way and say the right things without even thinking.

And if she played her cards right?

By the time Sana even realized she was in a game-Momo would have already won.

But for that to happen...

She had to be careful.

Because Minatozaki Sana was not an opponent you let your guard down around.

Momo was still deep in thought, plotting every next step, when-

Sana: "Momoring~!"

A loud, cheerful voice rang through the practice room.

Momo practically jumped in place, a shriek escaping her lips as she spun around in pure shock.

Momo: "YA! SANA!"

Her heartbeat spiked. Not because she was scared-but because she was caught off guard.

Sana just beamed at her like a damn ray of sunshine, completely unfazed by Momo's reaction.

Sana: "Oh? Were you waiting for me? How sweet!"

Momo scowled, pressing a hand to her chest to calm herself.

Momo: "You almost gave me a heart attack, idiot! What are you even doing here?!"

Sana just hummed, tilting her head cutely as she walked further into the room.

Sana: "What, am I not allowed to be in a JYPE practice room? That's kinda mean, Momoring~"

Momo rolled her eyes, but the way Sana grinned at her made her stomach twist.

This wasn't a random visit.

Sana never did anything without a reason.

Momo: "Seriously. What do you want?"

Sana let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest.

Sana: "Me? Want something? Momo-chan, you wound me!"

Momo gave her the most deadpan stare imaginable.

Momo: "Spill it."

Sana pouted but then gave a playful shrug.

Sana: "Fine~ If you insist. I just wanted to see how our dear little trainee was doing~"

Momo's expression froze.

Sana noticed.

And that was exactly why she smirked.

Momo: "...He's fine."

Sana: "Oh? That's all?"

Momo inhaled deeply, forcing herself to keep her face neutral.

Momo: "Why do you care?"

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "Why do you?"

Sana was testing her.

And Momo hated how easily she could do it.

Momo: "He's my trainee. Of course I care."

Sana hummed in mock agreement.

Sana: "Mhm. Of course. Just your trainee."

Momo wanted to strangle her.

Sana: "Well, I guess I'll see him later then. No need to interrupt your special time with him, right?

Momo's eyes narrowed.

she just crossed her arms, staring Sana down.

Sana just gave her a knowing look, spun on her heel, and began walking away.

But then-right at the door-she turned back, grinning.

Sana: "Oh, by the way~"

Momo tensed.

Sana winked.

Sana: "Don't overwork him too much, okay? I like my men still able to stand."

And with that-she left.

Momo stood there, jaw tight, fingers curling into her sleeves.

She took a deep breath.

...This was going to be war.

And Sana knew it.

[alastorsbookie10228]

Heyyy! Can you do a reader comforting the hazbin hotel men after a nightmare? Thank you! 🙃

Come here, let me hold you

Hazbin Hotel men (Alastor, Angel Dust, Adam, Lucifer)

Warning: established relationships (idk if that's a warning lol)

i'm gonna do Husk and Vox on a different post. i couldn't think at the moment, but they're on the way i promise!!!

Alastor never usually slept; only on rare occasions. but when you insisted on him laying next to you, how could he resist? he would normally read while you slept if he didn't have the intentions of hitting the hay. but tonight was one of the few nights that he slept. definitely one that you'll replay in the back of your mind for the rest of your afterlife.

you woke in the middle of the night, feeling an eerie presence behind you. when you turned and sat up, you were met with a truly horrifying sight.

Alastor was in his full demonic form, lanky limbs stretched out on the mattress and demonic symbols floating around him. his body twitched and his antlers grew in size as you watched, horror etched onto your features. tears pooled at your waterline as you watched, afraid to even move.

timidly, you stuck out a hand and gently touched Alastor's arm.

big mistake.

his eyes shot open and he looked at you with a glare so menacing you thought you were about to double die. he roughly grabbed your wrist, his claws digging slightly, making blood seep out. you look at your wrist, a shriek slipped past your lips without you realizing as you looked back at Alastor with fear in your eyes.

he must have known that you were scared because his grin faltered slightly.

"Al," you whisper, "i didn't mean...you were having a nightmare. i didn't know what to do."

Alastor's eyes softened and his antlers shrunk slightly, along with his limbs. the symbols disappeared and he slowly sat up, still maintaining eye contact with you. he slowly released your wrist and looked down at it.

"my dear..." Alastor said softly, no static filtering his voice. "i am...terribly sorry. i understand your true intentions, and i send my gratitude, but it's best to let me go through what i'm going through if you'd like to keep your life."

it wasn't intended to be threatening, you knew that. but you felt scared. scared that he might hurt you.

"i'm sorry...i just wanted to make sure you were okay"

he nods, his usual smile falling to a grin as he leans in and kisses your lips. "i truly apologize for making you fearful, dearest. let us rest."

he guided you to lay back down onto the soft mattress dressed in red satin sheets, his arm wrapping around you and holding you close.

"i love you, dearest"

Angel liked to sleep. a lot. he and Fat Nuggets would lay in bed all day. and it was even better if you were there, too.

you were currently laying next to Angel, fast asleep. you were a light sleeper, even Fat Nuggets shifting woke you up. you felt shifting beside you and stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. you look around the dark room, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, then look over at Angel. he was sweating, and his eyebrows were arched in fear. you leaned over, elbow digging into the pillow beside Angel’s head as you placed your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking them with your thumbs.

“Angel, baby. come on, wake up.” you say softly. Angel starts to stir slightly and opens his eyes. they widen slightly when they land on you.

“oh my god, are you okay?!” Angel says, swiftly pulling you into a tight hug. he starts to cry softly into your shoulder, and all you can do is hold him.

“Angel, what happened?” you ask him. he pulls you closer, his body racking with sobs. you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his temple, your other hand rubbing his back.

“you died, baby. you died and i couldn’t do nothin’. i was so scared.” Angel said into your shoulder. you hold him tighter, worry etched onto your features.

“baby, i’m not going no where. i promise.” you say into his hair and kiss all over his face. “i love you too much to leave you, darling.”

Angel looked up at you and wiped his eyes with his upper set of arms, his bottom set hugging your waist. he smiles softly.

“promise, toots?”

“i promise, baby”

you lean down and kiss him softly. he smiles into the kiss and holds your face, but the kiss was short lived due to a needy pig squeezing himself between you two. you and Angel both laugh softly and snuggle Fat Nuggets. as you drift off, the last thing you hear is Angel’s soft voice.

“i love you, baby”

Adam is a pretty heavy sleeper. he sleeps through anything, especially when he's having a nightmare.

it was roughly 1am, and you were still up. you were tossing and turning, still unable to fall asleep. your head snapped to Adam when you heard a small whimper. his face was contorted in fear and his limbs were stretched around his side of the bed.

"Adam, honey. wake up" you whisper, leaning over to him.

no luck, obviously. he could sleep through a hurricaine.

"Adam, come on. wake up" you shake his shoulder, and his eyes snap open. his body shoots up as he gasps, his face buried in his hands.

"Adam...what's going on? you've been having nightmares all week, baby."

Adam looks at you with eyes that tug at your heart. pupils large and tears threatening to spill out of his beautiful golden eyes.

"oh, baby." You guide him to lay back down and cuddle into his side, your arm subconsciously stretching over his stomach, the part of his body that he's most insecure of, and caress his wing.

"i'm not leaving you, Adam. i promise" you say, leaning up and kissing his chin. "i love you too much to leave you"

Adam looked down at you, his eyes glossed with tears as he looks at you with pure love.

"you mean more to me than Eve and Lillith combined. i'd die if i didn't have you" Adam whispered, making your heart flutter.

"i love you, Adam. now sleep. i'll be here when you wake up"

Adam shifted onto his side so he faced you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, a dopey smile tugging at his lips.

"i love you, babe"

"go to sleep, dick master"

"FUCK YEAH! someone understands my role here! fucking finally!"

"shut up and sleep, Adam*

Lucifer liked to wrap his wings around you while you slept, mainly because it made you feel safe, but also because he wanted to assure himself you wouldn't leave like Lillith.

your eyes flutter open as you feel Lucifer's wings twitching against you. you peer up and see Lucifer crying in his sleep, a distressed look on his face. you quickly sit up and bring him close to you, holding him.

"hey, hey, it's okay, Luci. i need you to wake up, my love" you coo softly, looking down at his face.

his eyes open swiftly and his wings open to their full size, knocking the nearby painting off the wall.

"hey, you're okay. it's okay" you say to him, your heart breaking as he looks up at you with fear in his glossed-over eyes.

"you...you're still here? you didn't leave?" Lucifer says softly, his hand reaching up to touch your face. your heart aches even more as he says this.

"no baby, i didn't leave. i'll never leave. i promise" you say, running your fingers through his hair.

his large red irises bore into you lovingly as a tear falls from his eye.

"you...you won't?" Lucifer questions, and you shake your head.

"never ever. i'll stay here as long as you'll let me" you say, leaning down to peck his lips.

he looks up at you with a small smile. his eyes say everything his mouth can't right now.

"come on, Luci. let's go back to bed." you say, guiding him to lay back down. once you're comfortably situated, he buries his face in your chest and falls asleep rather quickly.

you giggle softly, "good night Lucifer. i love you"

[seobsecrets]

call me

the voicemail they leave you after a fight/break up

you have one (1) new message…

☏ THEO

"hey, i'm calling to remind you that the phone works both ways and so does a relationship. you said you wanted to fix things and work things out but it feels like i'm the only one putting in any effort. it's like there's no point in even trying to keep this relationship alive... *sigh* can you please just pick up or call me when you're ready to talk.”

☏ KEEHO

"hey, i was shopping earlier and i found this candle that smells like cookies and i thought, '____ would like this,' but then i remembered that we're supposed to be mad at each other, and i thought we should just... stop being mad at each other. i don’t know, i think we've spent enough time apart to cool down and reflect. we should get together and talk... move forward together *pause* i still bought the candle, if you want it. um, please call me. okay? bye.”

☏ JIUNG

"hi. um, i was just calling to see if you're doing alright. well, as alright as you can be, considering *pause* i'm actually kinda glad you didn't pick up; i don't know if i'm ready to... hear in your voice how much i hurt you. but i keep thinking about how everything played out and i just wish things could have went differently. but it’s done and over now. anyway, please call me sometime-- or don't, i’ll understand. bye.”

☏ INTAK

"____, are you gonna keep ignoring my texts and calls? we need to actually talk. *sniffle* are we- are we really gonna let us end like this? are we just gonna let go of all that we've been through together? just like that? *sniffle* i don't know if i can accept that. i refuse to accept that. please *sniffle* we can work this out. please just pick up or call me, i miss you and i don't want to lose you. i love you.”

☏ SOUL

"hi, how have you been? i just wanted to hear your voice. it feels like forever since i've seen or heard from you... i wish you would call me sometime... to be honest, i miss you so much and i want you back. i want us to be together again. go back to the way things were. i might be asking a lot but.. *pause* i don't know. what am i doing? please ignore this.”

☏ JONGSEOB

"hi. i called hoping to hear your voice. shota told me you seem to be doing well. that's good to hear. i've been thinking about you a lot lately. i kept every message you sent me. i reread and replay them often. i'm sorry i’m only calling back just now. *pause* back then, i don't think i could have kept my composure if i answered any of your calls… um, if you're feeling up for it, call me sometime. i promise i’ll pick up this time. bye.”

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | January 6th-19th 2025

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Buck Naked by disasterbuck/ @disasterbuck (Getting Together | <1K | Teen): Buck turned, slicking his wet hair back, and then yelped and covered himself comically with his hands when he saw Eddie standing there. "Eddie!" he exclaimed, his face turning red. "I'm naked!" "Obviously," Eddie replied. - Eddie finds it difficult to talk about his feelings because it always leaves him far too vulnerable and exposed. So, when he finally decides it's time to tell Buck how he feels, he has a plan to get them both on equal footing.

Wish you'd ask me (If I wanna be your baby) by paleredheadinascifi (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “So, uh, you come here often?” “Do I come here often?” Buck repeats slowly. He does come here often. As does Eddie. They both come here all the time, at the same time, together. Or, why ask someone out on a date when you can just take them on one without their knowledge? Sounds flawless to Eddie.

the long way back by jaekyu (PWP, Post-S8 AU | 6K | Explicit): Eddie and Buck get trapped in a closet. There's a joke in here somewhere.

I want you so (god must be the greatest comedian I know) by paleredheadinascifi (Post-S8A, Eddie Moves to Texas | 6K | Teen): But that’s Eddie. You knew all that. You knew we’d find him sitting alone, in his rented, unfurnished house in El Paso, Texas — equally 7 and 700 miles away from the only places he’d ever call home, the only people he’d ever call family. You probably also knew, because you’re more observant than Eddie, and I mentioned it at the start, that Eddie Diaz was in the middle of a sexuality crisis that he swears came out of nowhere. We’re gonna let him have it, because he’s going through a lot right now. Eddie is learning, as many do, that there are five stages of the sexuality crisis. When we find him sitting alone in his sad unfurnished house, he’s freshly greeting stage one.

I'll be His and He'll be Mine by xylodemon/ @xylodemon (Post-S8 Future Fic, Friends to Fiancés | 6K | Explicit) "And now, in as much as you, Evan Buckley and Edmundo Diaz, have given and pledged your love and faithfulness, each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of California as Deputy Marriage Commissioner, I now pronounce you spouses for life." "You're crying." "You're crying." Christopher sighs under his breath. "You're both crying."

Do I Get To Have This? by EiraLloyd (Post-Poker Game Date, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): Their missing clothes and the fact that Eddie was currently using him as a human pillow were the only evidence that Buck's memories of the night before were real. Wildly, his first thought after replaying everything in his head was, This is not good one-night stand etiquette. I should’ve left already. “You’re thinking too loud,” Eddie mumbled, breath ghosting over Buck’s collarbone in a way that reminded him a lot of dim lights and couches and I’ve wanted to do this all night. (Alternatively, Buck and Eddie hook up after the poker game in 6x13, and Buck has a hard time believing it when he wakes up the next morning.)

Hopelessly Devoted To You by scarmaddiewrites (Friends to Fiancés | 7K | Teen): “Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He felt his heart lurch in his chest, and he didn’t know why. He had no idea what he was planning to say—Good morning, maybe, or How was your night? Something normal, something casual. But when Buck looked up at him, that grin growing impossibly wider, his blue eyes sparkling like the ocean, Eddie blurted out something entirely unexpected.” Or Eddie goes from 0-100 real quick

can't hide from you by EiraLloyd (Post-S6E12: Recovery, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie keeps smiling at his phone like a lovesick fool whenever a certain person messages him. Hen, Chimney, Pepa, and Christopher all want to know when Eddie started dating again and who his new girlfriend is. (Or, three times someone wrongly assumes Eddie is texting a girlfriend when it’s just Buck, and one time someone rightly assumes Eddie is texting a boyfriend (and it’s Buck).)

the phone keeps ringing by EiraLloyd (Post-S7 AU, BuckTommy Break-Up, Buddie Getting Together | 7K | Teen): “Took you long enough,” she says in an icy tone. Her name tag reads Dot. “Do you usually make your boyfriend wait for you overnight?” “I’m not his boyfriend,” he says, voice equally icy. “I’m the guy who drove five hours to pick him up when the boyfriend—” ditched him. He manages to swallow back the words, not wanting to air Buck’s business to a stranger, but he can’t help but think, If I were Buck’s boyfriend, this wouldn’t have happened at all. (Or, after a date with Tommy goes wrong, Buck ends up stranded in Las Vegas without a way home. Eddie makes the drive in the middle of the night because there's never really been another option.)

I Know They’ll Be Coming To Find Me Soon by scarmaddiewrites (Post-S8A Spec, Kidnapping | 10K | Teen): The day Buck is supposed to drop Eddie off at the airport, he’s doesn’t show, and Eddie takes that as a sign that their friendship was over. That just doesn’t end up being the case. Or The Buck gets kidnapped season 8b speculation fic

Love Me Most by EiraLloyd (Post-S7E5: You Don't Know Me | 11K | Teen): Or, Eddie’s not impressed that Buck and Tommy’s first date was supposed to be dinner and a movie. He thinks he can come up with something more creative, and he takes Buck on a date to prove his point. It’s a fake date, obviously. It’s not like he’s in love with Buck or anything.

🔥 Next to your heartbeat, where I should be by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Sexting | 11K | Explicit): Eddie’s not a complete idiot. He knows this isn’t normal. He stands in front of a mirror in his underwear, the tightest pair he owns, and he poses for a picture at an angle he’s learned flatters his ass and the curve of his thigh, to send to his best friend. He knows this isn’t what most best friends do. He also knows most straight guys don’t spend extensive amounts of time staring at men’s thirst trap accounts, or thinking about how their best friends look half-naked, but… That’s not what Eddie is focusing on right now. He’s just focusing on feeling good, following the path that sparkles with joy, and refusing to overthink it. If happiness is Buck sending a meme of a guy with a nosebleed back to his shirtless selfie, then that’s what happiness is. Eddie has spent too long denying himself to let this be what stops his journey towards loving himself. It doesn’t need to make sense. It just needs to be positive. It’s not like he’s breaking any commandments, as Father Brian would say.

🔥 Kept On Swimming by EiraLloyd (Time Loop, Tsunami | 12K | Mature): He just needs someone to know that he tried. He needs someone to acknowledge that—that he did everything he could, and—and he tried. He might’ve failed, but he tried. He tried, he tried, he tried, he tried— Eddie swallows and asks, “How many times?” Buck stares. He lived through it once; that’s normal. He lived through it twice; maybe a déjà-vu or a hallucination of some kind or even a premonition. But three times— It has to be a time loop. Surely. (Or, Buck is trapped in a time loop on the day the Santa Monica Pier is hit by a tsunami. He makes it count.)

🔥 the forms of things unknown by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Sex Pollen, PWP | 13K | Explicit): Buck's mind goes blank: suddenly and perfectly blank like a briskly shaken Etch A Sketch, the tracks of his thoughts swept clean. Eddie's mouth is on his. Eddie's nose bumps his nose, and his stubble rasps, and Eddie is kissing him. And this is probably a bad idea. The thought surfaces briefly. This is probably a bad idea. They don't do this. They haven't talked about this. Until thirty seconds ago, he was perfectly certain that Eddie was straight.

The Elephant in the Room Never Forgets by exvichan (Post-S8A AU, Camping Trip, Getting Together | 19K | Teen): Secrets are spilled and truths brought to light when the 118 and their partners go on a camping trip. Oh, and there’s malaphors. Lots of malaphors.

🔥 the sweetest apparition by hyruling/ @hyruling (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Eddie Moves to Texas | 20K | Explicit): Buck glances over his shoulder and smiles. “Sorry, lost in thought.” “I would be too looking at a man that handsome,” she says with a glance at his phone as they move up. “Your partner?” Buck feels his cheeks heat. What the hell – Eddie isn’t here to hear him, probably wouldn’t care anyway. It’s easier than explaining the truth to this stranger. “Yeah.” “And he sent you to do all the Christmas shopping alone?” she teases with a grin. “Oh, no he’s, uh – he’s gone.” --- Or: Eddie moves to Texas. Buck keeps accidentally telling people Eddie's dead. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

waiting for it (that green light) by pinkdoughnut (Drinking Games, Getting Together | 26K | General): “You don’t need to explain yourself,” Buck assured him, wishing more than ever that he could crawl out of his own skin. “I didn’t mean to push. I was just going along with the game—” “No, it just wasn’t meant to be like this,” Eddie groaned out finally. Buck sucked in a sharp breath, freezing in his step. “Like this?” Buck repeated carefully as he tilted his head slightly. “What… what does that mean?” - Or, Buck and Eddie finally realize they can’t keep pretending during a game of True American.

🔥 Finding Mr Christmas by JJK/@trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Canon Divergent, Reality TV, Christmas | 63K | Teen): "Welcome to Finding Mr Christmas! You’re all here chasing the same dream, to star in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and over the next few weeks we’re going to be putting you through your paces to see which of you has the most star quality and that ‘it’ factor that makes you shine above the rest." 🎄🎄🎄 An AU where Buck and Eddie meet as contestants on Hallmark's Finding Mr Christmas competition (and fall for each other).

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🔥 there is no road by littleghost/ @ghostlandtoo (Post-S8A, Eddie moves to Texas | 4/6 | 58K | Explicit): Years ago, almost a full decade, Shannon had asked him to move and Eddie refused because he was trying to build a life for himself again. Eddie knows if he asks Buck, he’ll get that same refusal. Worse, Buck could say yes and Eddie would be uprooting Buck from the very life he built for himself. He doesn’t ask, and Buck doesn’t offer, and they pack up Eddie Diaz’s life in Los Angeles into cardboard boxes. Or: Eddie moves to Texas. Buck buys his house. There’s a love story somewhere in here.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 143/145 | 463K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 11/? | 69K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

🔥 Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Post-S7, Monster Eddie, HOH Buck | 8/10 | 47K | Explicit): When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck

[Podfic] What's love got to do with it? by Pretzel26 // fic by ColorMeParanoid/ @color-me-paranoid (Platonic Boyfriends to Lovers | 2/30 | 10-20min | Mature): "Hear me out," Buck said. "Clearly, both of us are sick of dating other people. And we're a good fit, in pretty much every way that matters. So what if we're not in love? We don't need to be in love to be happy together." Eddie frowned. "So basically, we'd be boyfriends, without benefits?" "Yes!" Buck snapped his fingers. "Like platonic boyfriends! We'd get all the benefits of a relationship and none of the heartbreak." And maybe Eddie had finally lost his mind, or maybe it was from all the alcohol clouding his judgment, but the idea of it didn't sound half as crazy as it should have. *** After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

Podfic

[podfic] Starlight by half_bakedboy/ @half-bakedboy (Post-S7, Gewtting Together | 20-30min | General): On a rare, starry summer night, Buck and Eddie discuss what ifs and make decisions about their future.

🔥 [Podfic] rainbows have nothing to hide by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge for hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 20-30 min | Teen): how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways. (Part 1 of the kermit verse)

🔥 [Podfic] Before the Night Fades by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge // fic by MilenaDaniels/ @milenadaniels (Post-S4E14: Survivors, Outsider POV | 45-60 min | Teen): “I have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,” Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box. “Okay?” “Okay so there’s two men and two women and I have no idea who’s getting proposed to. I’m not even 100% on who came with who." --- Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.

[Podfic] We're In This Together Now by fleurdebeton // fic by kristen999/ @thekristen999 (Major Character Injury | 20-30min | Not Rated): It was like walking into the world’s more confusing chemistry lab. There were long tables crowded with glassware, cookware, funnels, propane tanks, and tubing. Industrial sized glass bottles filled with various liquids were haphazardly scattered across the room. Eddie stared while Buck cautiously walked around one of the tables. They were inside a freaking meth lab. No, they were inside a ticking time bomb. Any of the bottles or barrels could contain any number of risks. Solvents, metals, bases, acids… “Looks like someone’s seen too many episodes of Breaking Bad,” Buck whispered.

[podfic] Starlight by half_bakedboy/ @half-bakedboy // fic by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (Post-S7,Getting Together | 20-30min | General): On a rare, starry summer night, Buck and Eddie discuss what ifs and make decisions about their future.

🔥 [Podfic] Breathe by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge // fic by kitkatpancakestack/ @kitkatpancakestack (Different First Meeting AU | 3-3.5h | Mature): After Eddie Diaz has a breakdown in the middle of a grocery store, he's forced to face the fact that he might not be dealing with his PTSD as well as he thought. At the urging of his aunt, he leaves to spend the summer in a small California beach town, where he meets a bright-eyed, blond-haired surf instructor who reminds him what it feels like to be alive.

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🔥 [Podfic] rainbows have nothing to hide by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge for hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 20-30 min | Teen): how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways. (Part 1 of the kermit verse)

🔥 [Podfic] Before the Night Fades by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge // fic by MilenaDaniels/ @milenadaniels (Post-S4E14: Survivors, Outsider POV | 45-60 min | Teen): “I have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,” Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box. “Okay?” “Okay so there’s two men and two women and I have no idea who’s getting proposed to. I’m not even 100% on who came with who." --- Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.

[htaesan]

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS　　────　ᅠ ( park sungho )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀love, to park sungho, is just a waste of time. yet when he falls for you (literally), he might just change his mind.

　　　ᅠ 박성호 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.7k ⠀ genre love at first sight fluff meet-cute baker / cafe au ⠀ contains mentions of food profanities ⠀ note my first fic here AND my first bnd work ever! sungho's just awkward in here kekeke (actually idk what i'm writing here) ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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Sungho wasn’t the type to easily fall in love. To him, love is a waste of time and money—why would you pour your heart, time, and effort out to someone who you won’t even spend the rest of your life with? All of his friends, from different points of his life, have tried various ways to get his heart hooked onto a girl. But, of course, none of their attempts proved successful. To everyone around Sungho, he’s just a cute guy with a heart of stone. 

However, after 20 years of letting Sungho decide for himself, the universe decided to catalyse the whole entire reaction for him—pushing the future love of his life into his face, right at his workplace, where he had only recently gotten a job at. 

Literally. 

“Oh my god…” 

You blink confusedly—one second ago, you were getting up from your seat to go grab the drinks the barista had prepared for you. Now, you’re on the floor, with lattes spilled over your clothes, and your back slightly aching from the impact. 

“What the f—oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” Sungho says, scrambling to his feet. How could he be so stupid? Knocking a customer down and drenching the lattes in her hand all over her is certainly going to ruin his perfect reputation. Quickly, Sungho reaches out his hand, offering it to you. 

You look up, eyes widened. Was this handsomely cute guy the one who pushed you to the floor, having both of your drinks soaking your clothes? You blink again, perplexed, as you try to take in the situation. 

“Oh, yes,” you mumble, taking his hand, realising that people are watching. 

“I’m really, really sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to–” 

“It’s okay,” you say through your polite smile. As you steady yourself, you look down on your outfit and realise that it is certainly… not. 

Sungho watches you analyse the situation of your latte-drenched clothes with eyes widened in horror. He panickedly searches for napkins in his apron and his pockets, and hands you a crumpled one he’s found in his pocket. “Here.” 

You give him a chuckle. “It won’t really help a lot but,” you pause, grabbing the napkin from him, “it’s the thought that counts, hm?”

Bingo. 

As you smile, tingles rush through Sungho’s skin. He’s suddenly hyper aware of how his arm is still extended awkwardly, long after you’ve received the napkin. His eyes blink forcedly as he retracts his hand. Sungho gulps, weirdly feeling faint.  

“Well,” you chuckle sheepishly. “It’s getting awkward—I should go back to my table. Thanks for the napkin,” your eyes look at the name tag pinned to his apron, “Sungho.”

You give him one final smile before walking away, oblivious to Sungho’s tongue-tied state. 

“Yo, Sungho,” he hears Dongmin, the barista, call. “Are you gonna just stand there or what? The mess ain’t gonna clean itself, you know.”

Sungho then burst himself out of his daze, scurrying to clean up the mess, ignoring the eyes of people in the cafe. As he’s mopping the final traces of the homemade tomato sauce off the floor, his eyes catch a glimpse of you—laughing angelically, illuminated by the sunlight shining through the window. 

That was two weeks ago. And Sungho is desperately trying to get rid of this fluttering in his empty stomach, one that he feels every single time his brain replays the scene in his mind. 

Love is a waste of time, he repeats to himself like a daily mantra. 

However, Sungho knows that repeating that isn’t doing anything to combat the fact that his cheeks are heating up every single time he sees you walk into the cafe. And, certainly, hiding behind the fresh baskets of bread he baked this morning and eavesdropping on you ordering your menu for the day isn’t a really good solution, either. 

“What the hell, Sungho?” Dongmin hisses. “You almost hit me!”

Sungho smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Min.”

“Welcome to The Boy Next Door. Good morning, Y/N,” Sungho’s attention is pulled to Donghyun, the part-time barista, who’s greeting you. You smile back, leaning against the counter as you think of what to get for the day. 

“Good morning, Donghyun,” you nod. 

“What’s the occasion today? Assignments or an online meeting that you can’t be bothered to take at home?” Donghyun asks, giggling. 

You laugh with him. “I need a quick brunch—I have a nail appointment after this. What do you suggest?”

Maybe it’s the love hormones, or maybe it’s the fact that Sungho’s completely bewitched for you—he stands upright, eyes staring straight at you. Without hesitation, he voices, “you should try the Mushroom Cream Pasta—it’s my own recipe.”

Regret flushes through Sungho as your eyes widen with surprise. “O-oh! Sungho, I didn’t see you there,” you say with a fond look that makes Sungho’s heart pump even faster than it already is. 

“Sungho… what are you doing?” Donghyun questions. 

“I…” 

Cover this up quickly, you idiot. 

Sungho gives you a small grin. “Well, I just heard that you wanted a brunch… idea? So, I gave you one!”

You laugh, and it hits Sungho right in the heart. “Alright, I’ll take one of the Mushroom Cream Pasta,” you tell Donghyun, who nods in response.  

“You’ll be cooking it for me, right, Sungho?”

Yes, ma’am. 

And that’s how Sungho found himself in the kitchen, eagerly yet nervously cooking up a pasta dish for the girl he’s somehow grown shy of. As he’s tossing the ingredients together, Sungho thinks about your laughter—how angelic he finds it, and how it makes your eyes crinkle so cutely. As he’s grating the cheese into the pan of pasta, Sungho’s reminded of his “meet-cute” with you—how cool you sounded when you shrugged off his frantic apologies, instead of getting worked up about it like some other customers do. As he’s carefully plating the dish with rather shaky hands, Sungho confirms to himself—he might just have a tiny crush on you: one of The Boy Next Door’s loyal customers. Cupid’s cheering in the background—his arrows had hit the target, exactly where it’s needed: right at Park Sungho’s heart.

“Here… you go,” Sungho manages with a small voice. He stands rigidly at your table, his arms tightly kept next to his body. He forces a polite smile, secretly wishing that you wouldn’t notice his nervousness. 

“Are you usually this awkward… or is it just me?” you ask, laughing at how wide his eyes get at your question. 

Sungho quickly shakes his head. “No! Certainly not, I’m not… usually... awkward…”

You laugh again. “Well, then it’s just me.” 

If it were totally up to Sungho, he’d love to just take a seat in front of you and watch you eat. However, the universe isn’t totally on his side, so he excuses himself to go tend to another customer’s order. 

“Hey, man,” Dongmin says, catching Sungho’s attention. He looks up from the salmon sandwich he’s constructing. “Is it just me or you’re just weirdly obsessed with that girl by the window?” 

Sungho’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gives a train of awkward laughs. “What? No… what are you talking about?”

No, you know what he’s talking about.

“Dude, even a five year old can catch up on it,” Dongmin rolls his eyes. He ruffles his hair before continuing. “You better shoot your shot before it’s too late—I think she’s just waiting for you to ask at this point.”

“Huh?” Sungho says, handing the finished plate to Lia, another coworker who passed by. 

“Are you really dense or what?” Dongmin replies, laughing. He pats Sungho’s shoulder before signalling towards you. “Y/N, right? Just go tell her you like her.”

Flabbergasted, Sungho freezes. His eyes widen in realisation, and everything starts to kick in. 

He actually likes someone.

He likes you. 

Dongmin is just teasing him, trying to get him to like you—however, little did he know that this isn’t a simple tease that Sungho would ignore. 

“It’s a fucking wake up call,” Sungho mutters to himself. “I… finally like someone.”

However, being a man with no experience of approaching a girl he likes, Sungho remains at his post, arranging freshly baked pastries as he waits for you to finish your meal and pass by him when you walk out of the cafe. 

“Sungho!” you exclaim, rushing towards him. 

“Yeah?” he replies, breathless somehow. 

You smile shyly. “Thanks for the meal—I mean, for cooking it. It’s really good! I love it.”

Sungho mirrors your smile. “You do?” he laughs, “oh—oh my God! I- that’s such a relief! I really– I really thought it’d be horrible or something, you know, I’m afraid I accidentally put in sugar instead of salt, and sour cream instead of the normal one… you know?”

You nod, still smiling. “It’s really good, Sungho. I’d eat it again next time I need brunch.”

“Of course! Yeah, yeah. Of… course,” Sungho nods, eyes darting here and there. 

“Also, may I ask you something?” you continue. 

Sungho tilts his head as he narrows his eyes a little. “Sure, of course.”

Taking a deep breath, you say, “did I… do something wrong? To you? ‘Cause all you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks is avoiding me whenever I come in…”

Sungho sucks his breath through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. He exhales heavily before replying. “Are you… willing to hear me out?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod. “Make it quick though, I have a nail appointment soon..”

“So, this is really really awkward—’cause we’re talking in the middle of the cafe, and I’m holding bread tongs as I’m speaking—I told my friends for the past twenty years that I’d never fall in love, and that love is a waste of my time but then I kinda fell in love and I would absolutely love it if you gave me the honour of becoming your boyfriend,” Sungho says, in one go, without taking a breath in between his words.

“Oh.” is all you’re able to manage. 

“So,” Sungho gives you a smile. “I know the… first impression isn’t great but I could make your second impression of me better?”

You laugh, giving him a napkin that you’ve neatly folded into a heart and written your phone number on it earlier. “Actually, it’s the third impression. And of course, feel free to make it better than the pasta you made me just now.”

― © htaesan, 2025.

[cheegu3]

Hi

Can you write the reaction of yander skz when the reader ignores them?

warnings; yandere relationship / yandere themes, abuse, torture, violence, jealousy, possessiveness, depression, mentions of blood and punishments, choking, talks of sex, swearing, sadism

Stray kids - reaction to reader ignoring them

Bang Chan

He would have none of it. Like most times when you knew you'd fucked up, his face went stoic; dead of emotion, smile dropping in a second and his voice disappearing, fading immediately.

He would give you a death stare, which he admittedly enjoyed doing more than anything. He'd give anything to see that look of pure terror striking your face be replayed over and over again in his head.

You ignoring him once was all he needed to lose any bit of happiness he had felt during the day. It didn't matter if you'd been good all week; on your best behavior. None of that mattered as soon as you turned away from him when he asked you something, lips sealed tightly shut.

A few seconds of silence passed. You could practically envision his blank face in your head despite not facing him.

'' Did you not hear me? ''

You jumped at the sound of the chair scraping when he got up abruptly, and your blood ran cold the louder the steps got. He stopped right behind you, standing so close that you could hear him breathe, the shakiness of his breaths telling you he was seething with anger.

Closing your eyes shut, you hoped by some miracle that he would leave you alone like a normal boyfriend would. But you knew - he wasn't a normal boyfriend, not at all.

'' Y/n, I'm gonna give you a few seconds, '' he lowly warned.

What were you thinking? This was insane. You hadn't thought it through at all, it was supposed to be a small payback for Bang Chan ignoring you and being cold to you many times during the week.

You should've known, nothing's ever small with him.

In the blink of an eye, you felt pain shoot through you. Feeling confused, you opened your eyes and blinked, hazily taking in the situation. Time was up.

You were pinned against the wall. He had slammed you against it and was pressing his forearm against your throat, already making you gasp for air so easily.

His jaw clenched as he spat out his next words. '' It will take a lot more than an apology to please me now. ''

Lee Know

Cool - two can play that game, you'd see who would last the longest. Big chance it was him who would win, he'd always win, either by scaring you into submission or just due to his pure pettiness and competitiveness.

And naturally, if he didn't win he'd sulk and punish you of course. That was his right.

The first time you pushed him away when he tried initiating skinship, which he often did, he just raised his eyebrow and scoffed at you. When you did it again, he started getting angry and realized something was up.

The third was his final straw. He tried pulling you close to him when you were going to sleep as he liked cuddling before sleeping. You pushed him away, rolling your eyes and sighing loudly.

'' Stop it. I don't want to, '' you mumbled, already feeling sleepy.

He sneered. '' When have I ever cared what you wanted? ''

You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh, dry of humor. At least he was self-aware. But that added more fuel to the fire, he felt mocked; hating being laughed at.

'' So what did I do this time to piss you off, princess? ''

'' Everything. I want to break up. ''

'' Not gonna happen. ''

'' Then I will ignore you until it happens, '' you shot back and rolled onto your side, away from him.

'' Fine, I love games. But...we both know I always win. ''

A chill ran down your spine as you saw flashbacks of all the other times he had been petty, back then, he was a lot less lenient than now. Anything used to set him off. You looked at the server while he was ordering? No food for the rest of the day. You said anything negative about him to your family? No phone for a month. You didn't look happy when he came home? Fine, he'd leave you in the basement then so you wouldn't have to greet him.

'' Don't we, babe? ''

All at once, the feelings from back then came rushing at you, making you almost regret having started this thing in the first place. Your chest heaved as you drew in a shaky breath.

There was no use fighting him. '' Yes, babe. '' you meekly said, closing your eyes just as a tear fell down.

Changbin

Surprisingly, he'd be kind of chill with it. He was understanding since he'd had many days when he didn't want to talk to people and he knew that he had done that to you many times.

However, if it went on longer than he thought necessary, he would grow irritated and show this to make you stop your behavior.

You had quite suddenly gotten depressed and didn't feel like talking to anyone. You barely had the energy to get out of bed in the morning so whenever your boyfriend talked to you, you never felt anything, so you said nothing.

This weird dynamic between the two of you went on for around two weeks until he was fed up. You just sat there staring with a blank look on your face at the wall or the garden, without saying a word. It hurt him to see you like this, you had turned into a corpse.

First, you would just shrug whenever he asked something or hum when he pointed things out. Then you stopped responding entirely like you weren't even acknowledging his presence.

'' Y/n. ''

His voice came through to you this time. Usually, it sounded so far away, almost as if he shouted to you from the end of a tunnel. He felt hopeful when he saw that you reacted to his voice, your head turned a bit toward his direction.

'' I think you need to see someone. You're not getting better. ''

You couldn't find the right words, mind racing with every possible thing you could say - so you said nothing. Your lips were pressed together stubbornly.

Changbin buried his head into his hands and leaned against the table. A sudden loud bang when he rammed his fist into the table in frustration made you jump.

'' I've had enough, '' he growled, '' We're going. Now. ''

You didn't have time to process what he said before you felt your arm sting in pain as he grabbed it harshly, his nails digging into the skin. He dragged you all the way to the car and slammed it shut, hurrying to the driver's seat so he could lock the car.

Well inside, he sighed in relief when he pressed the lock button, but his eyes drifted to you and for some reason, he missed when you fought back. Missed when you'd insult him and scream and try to run away. Anything was better than this, vegetable of a person.

Hyunjin

He would stare at you in disbelief and then repeat himself. Once things clicked and he realized you were doing it on purpose, he had to bite back the harsh words that he wanted to hurl at you.

It wasn't that big of a deal if you were bratty and pulled something like that in private, but in front of other people?

His cheeks heat up in embarrassment, giving them a slight red tint. But all he did was let out a small, breathy laugh while he tried his best to gather himself as quickly as possible so his inner turmoil would not be visible on the outside.

Your mutual friends still looked to him for an answer, their eyes searching his worriedly. With a sigh he quickly slipped on a fake smile, it was almost second nature to him by now. How he hated them all, he had only gotten close to them so he could get you.

'' She's just...going through something right now. ''

That seemed to make them even more worried. Your closest friend who had never really liked him as she suspected he had ulterior motives, furrowed her brows.

Hyunjin swallowed thickly and hastily added, '' It's nothing too serious, she has just fought with her sister and family a lot lately. ''

It was the best lie he could come up with on the spot. He relaxed visibly, his tense shoulders sinking down when they started accepting what he had just told them.

However, he could still feel that eerie feeling of being watched. Your friend didn't believe him, of course she didn't, she never did. He had to go after you and fix this to get her off his back.

'' I should go check on her. ''

The other murmured in agreement and barely noted when he slipped away after you. He swore under his breath and tried his best not to run.

What the fuck did you do? Couldn't you just ever behave?

Han

He would feel extremely stressed by you becoming completely unresponsive to him. This wasn't normal at all and it was driving him insane.

Why wouldn't you talk to him and tell him what was wrong so he could do anything in his power to fix it? Did you enjoy torturing him like this?

He hated when things changed so much that he always ensured you two were on good terms. Whenever you were mad at him, you'd fought, or you were crying after a punishment, he would have trouble calming himself down.

Maybe a part of that was because he didn't like how it made him feel deep down. Your cries of pain, your pleas for him to stop, your tears - what it did to him.

His breathing would become more hitched, almost bordering on a panic attack. What he needed most in those moments was reassurance that you still loved him, that you didn't hate him, and that you weren't going to leave him or that you thought he was a bad person.

'' Y/n? '' he started quite calmly, which surprised him and you.

You looked away but were startled by him sneaking up to your side after you had walked away and slipped out of his hand. The cinema where you were was packed, so it would've been easy to disappear like a ghost in the wind if you had been with anyone else. Of course with him though, he noticed immediately.

His eyes widened and he stared after you, your slightest actions caused a surge of panic coursing through him.

'' Where are you going? '' his voice sounded steady, hiding his desperation.

There was a slight edge to it, though, that made you second-guess your rebelliousness. You had asked if you could go out with your friend for an evening, and he had like always, said no. Feeling fed up with his overly clingy, anxious, and possessive personality, you felt like putting your foot down, and this was the only way you could think of.

But he didn't react the way you had predicted he would. In the only area of the cinema where fewer people were now, he leaned in, his breath tickling your neck.

'' I've given you too many chances, haven't I? '' he whispered.

You flinched. There was something different about his tone. He was enjoying it.

Felix

He would be a little bit oblivious to the whole thing. Sometimes he'd say stuff and not expect you to answer, because he was used to your mood changing from time to time.

So, he'd almost go a full 24 hours without noticing something was wrong. When he did, his eyes widened and he felt very guilty.

You had just come home from taking a walk in the evening. Like most days Felix and you sat down to watch a movie or a series.

He picked up the remote and started flipping through Netflix's home page. Being used to you choosing since you had very strong opinions about movies and tv-series, he waited patiently for you to butt in. He had almost scrolled through the entirety of his saved list when he glanced over at you. You looked bored. He could tell that you had no intention of taking the remote from him, and that’s when it clicked in his head.

Realisation spread across his face and a look of horror came upon it. “ Oh my god I’m so sorry, y/n “

“ How could I not have noticed- “ he seemed to get lost in his head as he said to himself, “ how long did I not notice for? “ 

You hadn't planned to keep it going for very long, you just wanted him to become a bit more self-aware and know of your needs and moods.

With a deep sigh, you finally spoke for the first time in hours. '' It took you a long time. ''

You felt irritated but it was also easy to tell that he genuinely felt bad, so maybe he'd make it up to you and change his behavior afterward. He sighed too and ran his fingers through his hair.

'' Come here, '' he softly said after a few minutes of silence.

It was so low that you almost missed it. As soon as you came close enough, he pulled you into his lap and started gently caressing your face.

'' I'll make it up to you, my love, '' your heart made a leap, '' I promise.''

He pressed his lips against yours and in an instant you forget why you were really mad at him.

Seungmin

His fist slammed down into the table, rattling its contents and making you jump in surprise. With narrowed eyes, he watched you closely as the tension between you increased with every moment.

'' You're not listening to me. Are you ignoring me? '' his voice raised ever so slightly making you look around with fear.

The last thing you wanted was for him to cause a scene in the restaurant.

'' Well, '' he quirked his eyebrow, '' are you? ''

You swallowed thickly. '' Not...not really. I just got lost in my thoughts.''

Seungmin hummed and started drumming his fingers against the table. You watched him anxiously, trying to predict his next move. For a long time, he just sat there, his chair pushed out and a little slumped down.

Then he got up so aggressively that you almost jumped for a second time. He stalked towards you and pulled you up in one swift movement.

'' We're going home. ''

'' But...'' your protests trailed off when he gave you a warning glare.

Reluctantly you let him walk you to his car and then got in willingly. The air on the ride home felt stiff and dry, he didn't talk at all, and if you tried to initiate a conversation or let out as much as a sound, it would make him whip his head around and clench his jaw as he stared you down.

Well home, he didn't even bother to turn off the car or park it. With a simple wave of his hand to the servants he set them off to work and dragged you inside.

When you realized where he was leading you, you stopped and went rigid, refusing to move. That familiar red door was staring back at you, and the more you looked, the more it looked like it was eerily bleeding.

It was his favorite playroom. You remembered his amused voice as he whispered in your ear on the first day you were there, ' soundproof so no one can hear your pretty screams '

'' You don't have a choice. Go, or I'll make you. ''

I.N

He'd react insecurely and possessively as hell. With his mind spinning, he almost lost his vision when he pushed you against the mattress in a chokehold, all he saw was red.

'' Who is he? ''

You could barely think since the air to your brain was rapidly restricting. At first when you tried to answer, it came out in small gasps which made I.N snap out of it and loosen his grip.

'' Speak. ''

'' Who? '' you said, your voice already hoarse. '' What are you talking about? ''

'' The guy that you're fucking! '' he screamed.

You blinked at him in confusion. All you'd done was give him short answers and squirm out of his hands when he'd try to touch you. You hadn't really meant to ignore him, you just wanted to be alone.

A scoff slipped out when you realized that he must've jumped to a conclusion. It was a long stretch but it almost always seemed to be the conclusion he jumped to when he felt threatened.

'' There's no one. I'm just not doing too well. ''

You knew it was pointless, the wild look in his bloodshot eyes already told you that he wasn't hearing anything but his own rage.

His hands moved down your body and he pulled you so close your lips were almost touching. They traveled further and he then yanked your phone out of your back pocket.

You were about to say something to try and calm him down. He interrupted you by the sound of the phone smashing into a million pieces as he threw it full force into the wall beside you.

'' Now we're even. ''

[arrrion]

Partners in crime

Stanxeno x GN Reader

Synopsis: They did the unthinkable and need your help to hide everything.

Disclaimers: murder, hiding a body, blood, description of murder.

This will not follow the original story.

I'm almost done with all I had prepared, I think? There is still some drafts I have that are gathering dust but it's just quick ideas so I need to work on them.

I'll probably start re-reading all I have written, I'm sure there is a lot of errors that I have to correct.

Anyways, I am absolutely not familiar with those kind of dark stories but it goes so well with them.

You know I'm rushing if you read my other stuffs, I'll try to slow down in this.

Enjoy!

It had been almost three hours since the plan was accomplished. Stanley had break the bones one by one once he got his hands on the victim. His eyes went all over the place he was in. It was empty if we don't count the only table where tools were scattered. The walls were just greyish cement. And the only color that painted the floor was the dark red that was coming out of the body.

He had done his job without complaining. The white haired man had already done the biggest part.

·———————·

It wasn't a good moment for Xeno. He had just gotten out of a messy divorce. His ex wife gone, he had felt an ease at the idea of being alone again. Even if that witch of a woman was not gonna let him live in peace. And it was this mixture of well-being and unhappiness that pushed him to the worst.

Xeno wasn't happy, it wasn't something nobody knew. He was never for the marriage. But that wasn't his unhappiness. Xeno was a complex man. His ideals were never the same as those of others. But he never cared. He never once thought he could be the problem. It was the others that had gone wrong somewhere, not him.

But this arranged marriage had break his bubble. For once he couldn't do like he wanted. He was a member of a rich family. But it never was enjoyable to him. He saw nothing appealing in the things his brothers and sisters done all day. He was never part of family gatherings. Nor did he participates in the family business. He never cared and do did his family. There was no hatred. Just disinterest. Family was only a word, a qualification. But this marriage broke it all.

And now he had spent his worth part of life. Five years stuck with a crazy monkey that kept yelling at him. He never cared for her and never did he understood why she did. Was yelling at him a part of her meditation? Or was she really angry at him for not buying her a bag she had already in another color? He never understood and never did he cared.

Stanley, on the other hand, worked as a police officer. His life wasn't that good too. He has seen his best friend getting more and more sombre. He had to work with incompetent everyday but couldn't say a word because of his rank. He was pretty sure that all he had done could've gotten him much higher but his superior was a dick.

Xeno would always text him sometimes and he would do his best to extract information from him. They would see eachother when Stanley could, it was never for to long because this crazy wife of Xeno wouldn't understand that the police officer was a man. Stanley could have been flattered, but he didn't appreciate this superficial woman calling him the "fucking redone blonde on the other end of the phone". How dare she?

And lately Xeno wouldn't respond to his text message. He read some but won't reply. If the blonde didn't know him that well, he would've been angry or worried, maybe both. But he knew that the man was just focused on one of his schemes and he will soon or later be involved.

And he was so right.

He had waited days for Xeno to call him back and wasn't disappointed when one day the rich man did.

"Stanley, it would be really elegant of you if you could pull out the weeds." He had to replay the sentence before his skin grew cold. "Can you?" Can he? Obviously. But did he had to? Of course.

"I can" Never would he disappoint his best friend.

"Wonderful. I'll call you." And he hung up.

·———————·

Here he was in front of the said weed. Xeno was nowhere to be seen. He had taken his time to break correctly the bones.

Honestly, what was the most shocking between the fact that Xeno had just killed someone and asked him to remove the bones after breaking them or the fact that Stanley had already done that before, and it wasn't because of his job.

He was gonna start the second step when a higher-pitched voice stopped him.

"Please do not."

His eyes went wide. He hadn't needed to turn around to know who it was.

What were you doing here?? Xeno couldn't have made a mistake so your part of this, right? Right?

But it don't makes sense. What the fuck was the medical examiner doing here? You should be in the lab, not in this basement?!

"Relax, Blondie. Xeno called me." You walked a few step to him. "I'm here to help."

"Why did he call you. I thought I had to do all the cleaning."

"What? Are you scared to split the bill?" Stanley deadpanned at your joke. "Come on, don't look at me like that. I kind of ran into him while he was packing my stuff, you know?"

"Your stuff?" He looked quickly at the tools on the single furniture. "He really- What is he doing..."

"You should've ask that before you started breaking the bones. Dumbass." He will not take up the insult. "Anyways. I hope you broke those like last time or we have more work to do."

"I'm a pro at this sadly."

"Yeah I know."

The silence comes back. You examine his work, touching the corpse with your gloves hands.

You both pack the body in the body bag you bring and exited the place. It wasn't suspicious to see a police officer and a medical examiner pack a big black bag in a car.

The road was only an hour but Stanley thought it was close to a whole day.

"So," You break the silence. "Why are you helping him."

"For the same reason as you, probably." His eyes are not quitting the road.

"What does that mean?"

"I see your eyes eating him up." He smirk.

"You're one to talk. Are you thinking you are discreet?" You were flabbergasted.

"I don't need to be."

"Oh, so, you and Xeno are ready a thing, uh?" He almost let out a laugh.

"Always been, what do you mean."

"Yeah make me jealous, fake ass friend"

"Yeah I was here first sorry. But you can continue watching him, I don't mind." His fucking smirk was getting on your nerves.

"Oh, because he knows who he belongs to?" He laugh hard at your words, but not replying. Like the answer was obvious. "But don't worry his not the only person I look at." He stopped laughing and waited for you to continue. His hands tightening on the car steering wheel. "You got nice fucking legs you know?" He choked and accidentally turned the wheel on the left. "OH MY GOD! Geez! Don't kill us man!" He don't say a word, trying real hard to stop his face from heating up.

"What-" He stopped himself "My legs?"

"Yeah. I mean I like watching them walk. You know when you stand on one leg your as-"

"OKAY! OKAY! STOP!" Now he couldn't stop his face turning a deep red. He sighed. "So who do like?"

"What?"

"Me or Xeno?"

"What? What are you talking about man."

"I fucking made a bet with him on who you like!"

"Okay, you both what?? Motherfuckers?! Hello?!"

"Don't play the fausse shocking face. I don't wanna lose."

"Fair. So what did you bet?"

"I bet you like him and he bet you like me"

"Oh nice. So you both win, it's great right?"

"..."

"What."

·———————·

Xeno was sitting on his desk, the back turned to the door. He was reading some paper he had in one hand while the other hand was clenched on the wooden desk.

The door opened and two figures went in.

"It took you less time than I thought. Very elegant."

"Would've been faster if Blondie didn't crashed us."

"Whatever." Xeno took a good look at the both of you. Stanley's lipstick was smudged. The collar of your blouse was wrinkled as if someone had pulled on it. He could even see a purple smudge on the corner of your lips, which must have been poorly wiped. Is it him or the back of Stanley's hair or disheveled?

"Oh." He stand up from his desk and take a couple of steps closer to you two. "Does that mean I have win then?" A smile formed slightly on his face.

"Yeah." Stanley smirked. Xeno looked at it and his brows furrowed. "But actually we both did." Xeno turned to you and was surprised to see you that close to him. When did you get here? He was about to question Stanley but your lips cut him off. It was a short kiss but it left him baffled. You passed past him. Then it was Stanley turn to cut him off with a kiss.

"Yeah, so, we did a pretty good job disposing of the body. It should be alright if you can stop yourself from killing someone for a while." You balanced yourself against the desk. Stanley joined you once his kiss was over. Xeno turned to both of you, still stunned by what happened.

"But don't worry, we're here to distract you if needed"

Damn, Xeno thought.

Okay. I was actually going for something dark in the first place but my goofiness got the best of me.

Anyways.

See you soon !

[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi, this is the same anon who question what not to ask about! Thanks again for the reply, I feel so much more calmer asking knowing that I won't ask for something you not comfortable with!! I just had one thought in my head, how would Metal Sonic react if at one moment he was saved by a reader despite the fact that they are on different sides (I leave it up to you to choose the situation, maybe he will refuse the help or something but I just really will be interested read something like this :] ) and then, for example, the reader needed help!

Precis: metal sonic getting saved by reader and repaying the favor

Warnings: near death experience!!

Notes: oo this is a cute one!! It was really interesting to write and I'm glad you asked me to make this<3 ok but lowkey metal sonic is kinda fascinating, like, does he think or not? I'm fighting every urge in my body to not make reader have magical girl powers grbfxioslwkrnc metal sonic is a silly little thing confirmed by me😛 edit: I thought I'd make the tag lost generally and not only for the valentines posts lol

Metal sonic tag list: @eternallykokomi @francistimefranche

I have talked about how I view metal sonic many times; a robot who's loyal, proving he can destroy his body many times purely out of loyalty, choosing to stay with his maker until his end, the only times he falls in love is when his code shows faulty. His feelings, if he even has any, are a mystery. A huge mystery. What are his thoughts? There are so many questions that race your mind everyday, when you fight, when you stare, when you think of him. It's so much. Metal sonic is so fascinating

Let's say you're on Sonic's side, or maybe even on your own, nonetheless you're found to get into a fight with Metal sonic if you're against Eggman! When a fight did break out, all hell broke loose. There was a lot of damage, but on particular home, the roof fell off, leaving rubble and more falling straight on metal. In an act of your hero complex, or maybe just stupidity, you push (the disaster reference) Metal sonic out of harm's way. The landing was rough, but it wasn't that bad seeing as you landed on metal. Did you just save him? Metal sonic was bewildered, why would you save him? The robot immediately pushes you off and makes a run for it. What ever needed to be done could wait!

That little scene replayed in Metal sonics head over and over, during fighting, while on patrol. Everywhere. The way your panicked voice asked if he was ok, the fearful look in your eyes... It made him feel all warm inside. Maybe he was glitched? Even after virus scans, checkups, system repairs, anything and everything... You wouldn't leave his mind, something inside him bloomed, bloomed into something amazing. So this is love? So this is the love that everyone raves over everywhere he goes? It felt so nice, yet, it hurt knowing he could probably never love you. You didn't even like Eggman for crying out loud! So why should metal sonic like you?

When Metal sonic finally went back into the battlefield, it felt empty, nothing felt right. He could only watch you, think of you, yearn for you. His non existent soul thirsts for your contact after you've left. He knew the clock was ticking, maybe he could never confess? He couldn't even talk, what a silly little thing metal was. When metal sonic entered another mission, he knew there was a high chance of seeing you. It sounded like something made for you, he didn't know whether that was good or bad. When He saw you again, he first noticed how tired you looked. Have you not been getting sleep? Are you doing too much? He felt like he was gonna short circuit from worry. Your fighting was sloppy, your body looked spent and tired from fighting. You should take a break. The evidence of your tiredness showed when you didn't realize how a badnik was about to pounce on you, the eyes looking blood thirsty and out for its prey. Metal sonic knew in the moment he had to do something. Suddenly, when you turn around, you saw metal sonic, his sharp claws full of the oil of the badnik, eyes looking straight at you; lovesick. It's a small way of repaying the favor, maybe, just maybe, he could help a bit more.

[meganegatari]

how soon is now? | part one

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teasers: one. two. series masterlist. next part here!!

♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: listen, i know this timeline is kind of ridiculous, but i’ve organized it all best as i can! this is the expanded story based on those first little blurbs introducing the au (reads fine on its own though), and this part specifically was originally going to be one huge fic, but i've ultimately decided to split it up and drop the first part now, because i feel like it ends in a convenient enough space where i can make a separation not so jarring. so that means this will have a direct continuation (how soon is now? 2 ? lol this is so stupid-), and that will be posted soon enough once i finish it! but yes that means after so much waiting, it's finally here for y’all. i literally thought up this silly idea right before i passed out on new years, and never expected y’all to love it so much…but i keep my promises, so here. also love the smiths and felt the title sort of fit. i feel like not too much happens but eh anyway, thank you for waiting, thank you for reading, and please enjoy!

♧:4.6k word count

◇:suggestive but not explicit - horny descriptions and tension, however no smut (for now?….BUT DON'T HOLD ME TO THAT.) no descriptions of reader’s physical appearance, no use of “y/n”, slow-burn construction and loooooads of pining, a lot of build up but stay with me, attempts at occasional foreshadowing, smau elements(text messages lmao), savage starlight is a plot point lol, hallwaycrush!ellie is sort of a mix of loser/modern/university au/dorky-ish ellie I DON'T EVEN KNOW. abby is your bestie, girl what else do i put here- this is just kinda plot, plot, and more plot progression about the whole ordeal, and me indulging my obsession with modern!ellie. (lmk if there's anything to be added!)

“Abbyyyyyyyyyy.” 

You rolled around your lifelong best friend’s bed, babbling her ear off while she studied away at her desk, or tried to at least. This situation has been a daily occurrence for weeks at this point.

Laying on your stomach facing away from her, you could hear her scoff in annoyance. “What?” “Please give me some advice..I don't know what I'm even supposed to do. She's driving me up the wall." This crush was the sole thing occupying your poor mind, so naturally, you had to drown your bestie with your troubles as well. That's what friends do. Abby spun around on her chair to face you, with a clearly fed up expression on her face, and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. 

“Well I don’t fucking know man, I’ve already given you my best advice, and that's either introduce yourself, or suffer.” She said coolly. You sat up and groaned. Wasn't there an easier way? One that didn't involve actually taking initiative and doing something? Maybe, hypothetically, you ace a test, and the professor announces it in front of everyone as he emotionally congratulates his star student, and she bounds over, beaming. Then tearfully confesses her love and admiration for you- hold on, where the fuck is this going?

“Oh come on, you know I can’t do that..” You gulped a burning bundle of anxiety down as you replayed the scenarios with your obsession for the thousandth time that day, the mere crumbs you were forced to fixate on until you saw her next, the first sighting that started this whole fiasco,  and shook your head to clear it and listen to what your best friend had to say. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, slamming her textbook shut and making her way over to sit next to you.

“Listen babe, I love you, but you really gotta get ahold of yourself, alright?” She spoke sternly, looking you straight in the eyes to make sure you understood and absorbed every last word she said. “Listen, here's what you're gonna do. when you pass her in the hall, smile, it's simple but it's a classic, okay? And then you listen to the lecturer as normal, right? I have no idea what you nerds do in astrophysics, but that's besides my point. Make sure to pay attention and not stare only at her like a stalker or something, I cannot stress enough how normal you gotta be. But here's where it gets good, you still with me?” 

You're listening to her for sure, and nod vigorously. Crystal clear. She continues, “Okay you said you sit as far as possible from her? Sheesh, why'd you do that? When the class is over I want you to go over to her, and introduce yourself. Catch her on her way out, tap her on the shoulder if you're feeling bold. Ask for some of her contact details, play it cool. Just don't shit yourself, got it? All you gotta do." 

Abby finishes her speech, smirking and looking smug. She's positive she got through to you this time. On the surface you're totally chill, confident even, ready to snatch this ethereal being for yourself, however underneath all that you knew you didn't have an ounce of the courage that was required for this seemingly impossible task. 

Breathing deeply to calm yourself and try to take in her helpful words as best as possible, you give Abby a hug. “Thank you Abs, really. I'll do my best. Oh, but what if I freak out and start stuttering- or what if I trip and fall on her…I can't do this what the hell.” Swarmed with worry, you start doubting yourself yet again. Burying your face in your palms, you feel two strong hands on either side of your upper arms and you look back at Abby, who's really not playing around anymore. 

She was so serious about this it almost scared you. Either she cared about you more than anything, or she wanted to hear the end of these pathetic, lovestruck rambles. You prayed it was the former. 

“Suck it up. You can do this. You've had crushes before haven't you? This should be a piece of cake c’mon, I believe in you. Make sure to keep me updated every step of the way! I need to hear every last detail.” She lightens up at the end and releases you from her grip once she sees you've relaxed. 

Unsurprisingly, your best friend always knew what to say to snap you out of your spirals. Maybe most would disagree with her methods, say she was being rough, but they worked for you. Heart rate returning to a normal pace, you reply genuinely. 

“Okay, okay I got this. Yeah, it'll be fine.” She was getting through to you, this time you felt sure of it. “Good, good. Now will you let me finish this stupid assignment? Then we can watch something or do whatever." Abby chatted as she got up and sat back at her desk, resuming her studious endeavor as she left you with your thoughts. 

Immediately you heard her mutter, “All this and you don't even know her goddamn name…good grief.” For the sake of preserving the peace you chose to graciously ignore that one. She said she wanted some quiet, didn't she? 

Drifting away into a sea of daydreams, your thoughts inevitably returned to being clouded by this cryptic figure. It was like she'd cast a love spell on you. Did she even know who you were? Or did she shoot everyone those insufferably charming looks of hers. Was she even aware of how fucking cool she was? 

Dressed in that deliciously grungy style, you yearned to know what floated behind her greener-than-grass eyes. Her hair looked so smooth and soft, the wispy auburnette strands framing her refined features, intriguing fern tattoo decorating her lean forearm…. You felt your cheeks begin to heat up as a portrait of her materialized in your mind's eye. Nestling into the comfortable atmosphere of your best friend's room, you sunk deeper into your thoughts.

Like Abby had mentioned, it certainly wasn't as if you've never had crushes before, you've certainly had your fair share of them, like most people. But that was a sort of flaky, surface level interest, whether it be for their looks, their little quirks, or ways they treated you. Maybe it has been a while since you'd had a proper crush, but you couldn't recall a time when the infatuation, the pure limerence, had hit you this hard before. You almost felt helpless, just besotted by her.

You simply needed to act on this. Right then and there you steeled yourself, and decided you were going to follow Abby's advice after all, and go after this hallway crush. Worst comes to worst, she turns you down, you get over it eventually, bla bla end of story. It wasn't going to be too complicated, right?

You and Abby had stayed up all night, dusk till dawn, gossiping about things other than your hallway crush, shocking, and you were greatly regretting that decision the very moment it was time to gather your books and get to class.

You really did not feel like stunning everyone around you with a gorgeous outfit today, you were just trying to make it through the day in one piece to be honest with yourself. 

With a pounding headache you threw on some mismatched sweats, and ran out the door to be on time. Your bag felt unreasonably heavy as you made your way down your apartment stairs, and you cursed your past self for choosing a building without an elevator. Sure, exercise is healthy, but it can’t be when you’re feeling like a zombie, and wish for nothing more than a good, long nap.

Luckily the lecture hall was a comfortable distance away from your place, not far enough to make it a pain, but enough so you could get a much needed breath of fresh air. The tiredness had pushed all plans of action you and Abby had discussed the previous night to the back of your head, and you weren't thinking of your crush at all. At least for now. 

Walking slowly with your gaze pointed downward, you eventually made it to the hall. Completely dazed and zoned out, you made a mental note to never pull an all nighter again, gross, who’s idea was that- thump. 

Out of nowhere you're rudely jolted from your silent sulking by colliding with something, or someone? It takes a moment to register what happened, and you quickly look up from staring at the ground to sort the situation out. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry..” 

Profusely apologizing while simultaneously being smacked across the face with the realization of who this was. Her. Your words trail off as you’re suddenly winded, and you feel your blood run cold. You’re transfixed by the intense eye contact, and it feels like time has stopped. Goodness, this is dramatic. 

In the time it takes for you to briefly die and come back to life, the young woman has lowered her chunky headphones so they rest around her neck, Morissey’s vocals faintly floating out of them, and is looking at your stunned state with an indiscernible sneer playing on her face. Was this actually happening? Holy shit you and Abby did not discuss this scenario…you weren’t looking where you were going and had collided with an actual Earth angel. Great.

Still gawking at her like an absolute buffoon, akin to a deer in headlights, she breaks the tension first, with a smooth voice that you would obey virtually any command for. 

“Nah, you’re good.” And a wink. Your heart skipped a beat, or four, when you witnessed her wink at you. Did you imagine it? Was she being suave on purpose or did she have an eyelash in her eye…Was your life a literal rom-com or what? 

“Um..” Your mouth opens and closes in an attempt to form a coherent sentence, but your brain is much too fried to do so because, well, you had just made physical contact with the literal girl of your dreams. And gods did she smell good…while you’re unable to tear your eyes away from hers, she keeps talking as if nothing happened.

“I think the prof had an emergency or fuckin’, I dunno.” She stops to gesture around the two of you at the crowd that had formed in front of the auditorium’s double doors with elegant, ring adorned fingers..holy fuck you needed those inside you right fucking now- WHAT. 

Briskly shoving those thoughts down to the deepest depths of your subconscious back to where they belong, you turned your attention back to her, and put on a brave front. Hyper aware of how searing hot your face felt, her pretty self didn't show a hint of caring that you were making a fool of yourself. They say that any situation is always worse in your head than it was in actuality, well you hoped so. 

“So, what are we supposed to do now?” Clearing your throat you managed a sentence back, hooray. You were doing this. Good job. Although, of course, before the gorgeous nymph before you had a chance to respond with her own assumptions, a substitute lecturer you had never seen before pushes his way through the crowd and unlocks the door while people file in, separating you from her. You felt like Rose, viciously torn away from Jack from Titanic, what a cruel, cruel world this was.

And once again you didn't get to ask her name. Re-slinging her bag with one arm, she looks back at you one final time and throws you a “cya around.” Before disappearing into the auditorium with everyone else. You meekly nod at her and force a lopsided smile, before leaning against the wall to steady yourself after that fiasco in the now empty hallway.

Wasting virtually not a moment of time, you pulled your phone out and began furiously texting Abby with a recount of the events at a speed faster than the speed of light. 

Once that excruciatingly torturous class was over, you applauded yourself for containing the stares in her direction and keeping your eyes fixated on the professor. Whether you actually retained any information, now that was a different story. Picking up your bags and laptop, you stay behind for a moment as everyone else files out, no need to crowd and suffocate amongst the other students, and you had nowhere to be except catch up on your favorite shows and relax all by yourself. 

Filing out the auditorium with everyone else, you see a familiar face pass by you, and vaguely hear Abby’s voice in your head urging you to seize the moment. Now’s your chance, go! And so you gather every little bit of strength you possess to do just that. 

After a couple deep breaths you jog up to her. “Uh, hey.” She turns around and gives you a warm smile, making your legs instantly turn to jelly. You subtly checked her out and took in her outfit, another bulky jacket and lightly distressed jeans. Fingers studded with layered silver rings, and those big ole headphones seemed to be magnetically attached to her, she always had them on her. Note to self: ask for some music recommendations.

She was even hotter up close…with a beautiful galaxy of freckles scattered across her fair skin, you wanted to place a kiss on every single of them. “I, um, never caught your name.” “It's Ellie.” She sticks out her hand for a handshake and you accepted it, you finally had a name to the face you've been pining over so intensely for so long. Abby was going to lose it once you tell her about this. You steady your voice and hide the glee that was likely evident from this interaction going so smoothly, and introduce yourself to her as well.

After some time of idle chit chat and standing there, neither one of you knowing really what to say, Ellie pipes up, facepalming, tsking, and furrowing her brows. “Oh yeah, I don’t mean to spring this on you outta nowhere, but would you wanna study sometime?” She flushes a dusty pink, “I don't know anyone else taking this course and am having kind of a hard time with it...when I chose it, I expected it to be more about space and the planets, and less about numbers and math, my head hurts.”

Her demeanor was making you feel rather comfortable with her, even though the two of you had just formally met a few minutes prior. “I would love to, yeah!” Maybe you were being a little too enthusiastic, but at this point you were operating on pure instinct and not thinking critically of what was coming out of your mouth. “I actually don't have any plans now, or today at all, so if you want to, we can get a head start before the next class?” Well that just slipped out. Go you, blurting things out. 

You had no idea why you'd said that because your place was an absolute mess, clothes strewn everywhere, trash can still full, you'd been too preoccupied with your studies, and well her, to do much about it. To your horror, Ellie exclaims, “Hey, that's perfect! I don't have anything to do right now either, and it would be good to act on it while it's still fresh in my mind, y’know?” Her face morphs into an adorable toothy grin as she taps on her skull comically, you were becoming more obsessed by the second, if that was even possible.

Every little sliver of her personality you got to see under the stoic one you had assumed she had just grasped at your heartstrings. You smiled back at her so hard you almost pulled a muscle in your cheeks, “Awesome! Follow me, then, my dorm isn't far.”

The walk there was mostly fine as the two of you made it to your place, Ellie occasionally making comments about how she hates the class even though she adores outer space and learning about it on her own time, and you were nodding and acting as if you're listening, agreeing with her robotically while she rambled away and you daydreamed about what her lush lips would feel like on yours. You wondered if she was gentle with it, or if she’d kiss you hungrily, devour you like her very last meal….gulp.

Leading her to your place was an automatic task, not much navigation needed, and when the journey was done you had to legitimately stop short for a moment in an attempt to soothe the pounding in your chest. 

The crush that has plagued your mind for ages, who you've just met formally today, was about to be in your room. The two of you were about to be alone. That was totally fine, yeah, she can't be a murderer…..right?

“You good?” She asked sweetly, why did she have to be so nice, “Those stairs were killer, I totally get it, phew.” “Oh for sure, gets me every time.” Covering up your panic smoothly, you unlocked the door and went inside with her. When she walked inside, Ellie took a glance around your room and set herself down at the edge of your bed, immediately making herself comfortable, while you still lingered in the doorway, awkwardly swaying and staring at her, unsure of what to do with yourself. 

Suddenly you had completely forgotten why she was here in the first place. “No way, you read Savage Starlight too???” She spotted the figurine on your desk and snatched it up in her hands to inspect it thoroughly, with a childlike wonder in her eyes. “Wow, this one was a limited edition and it sold out in like an hour, I'm so jealous you got this!! How much you want for it, I'm serious.” She was so excited, and you couldn't believe it. Savage Starlight has always been one of your favorite comics ever, you've loved it since you were a young teen, and now this seemingly perfect human before you, who you're hopelessly obsessed with says she loves it too? Could she get any more flawless, is all you could wonder.

Her happiness because of this little thing you two bonded over was infectious, and some of your nerves slowly began to go away.  Grinning genuinely, you sheepishly said, “I've never met anyone else who likes it, that story has helped me through lots of phases in my life, and Daniela was my gay awakening.” Ellie gaped at you for a beat, making you almost doubt revealing that information.

“No. Fuckin’. Way. Mine too! Her suit was just- damn. And those action scenes in the third volume had my thirteen year old self’s brain just mush for, I don't even know for how long. This is crazy, I can already see we’re gonna get along so well.”

You wanted to talk to her about everything and anything forever, and her glee made you want to squish her, but there was unfortunately work to be done first. “There’s so much we have to discuss, but we gotta get some studying done first if we wanna make it out of this course alive.”

You were sitting at your desk, hunched over the sprawled out textbooks and messy notes, as you drew the graphs and talked to her about the concepts she was struggling with. Your desk was so small and you only had one chair, and you were the one using it, so Ellie was forced to hover over you to see all you were doing.

Focusing solely on the subject before you was proving to be more difficult as studying time went by, because you were a little too aware of the way she had caged you in against the desk to watch, her oversized shirt grazing your upper back. You gripped your pen ever so tightly to minimize any trembling, and kept a steady voice as best you could while explaining it all.

She was so, so close, the tension in the tiny room was palpable, she didn't seem to notice your nervous tremors or the proximity she’d created, and the low murmurs of, “ohhh, mhm, yeah,” as you embarrassingly stammered over your explanations made you flushed and to be frank, needy. You could feel her warmth radiating off of her, could faintly hear her breathing just above you. You didn't dare move a muscle. Was she feeling this too?

At this point you swore the delicious gravelly vibrations from her voice this close to you would be plenty enough to make you cream your pants. The air in the enclosed space was getting hotter and thicker by every passing moment, it took everything you had to keep yourself from losing your mind right now. If you moved back a petty few inches, you’d be pressed flush with her front. What would that be like, you wondered. Oh, no. Your throat felt drier than the desert when you swallowed, the thought of that making you weak.

Since your focus on the work was lapsing, you were beginning to make some little mistakes and blunders, compelling her to take the pen right from your hand and fix them herself. “No, no, this one’s supposed to be like this instead, see? Then you're able to get the right answer which is…” She stretches over you further, you nearly whined, someone save you, and grabs the textbook to review the solution. “Like this, yeah, I was right. Honest mistake though, don’t worry about it.”

You nod your head and make a pathetic murmur of approval, ignoring the fiery tingles spreading all the way up your arm when her hand bumps yours to return the writing utensil, and the blistering coil of want forming in your stomach. This all had to be deliberate, right? She couldn't lack that much spatial awareness, could she? Well, it wasn’t that you minded, she could get as close as she damn wanted to, you'd let her throw you around like a ragdoll even- you were just afraid your heart was going to give out if she kept it up. “Could you show me this work you guys did? Of course the one day I'm late, the prof talks about something new and I miss it.” 

What feels like an eternity later, you hear her groan above you and she returns to her earlier spot on your bed. You can finally breathe properly. Glancing at the clock, your own headache begins to set in. Crap it was late, how time flies. 

“We’ve been studying for so long, it’s getting late.” “Shit, you’re right, I’ve definitely overstayed my welcome. Sorry about that, and hey, thanks for this. I understand it all a lot better now, see you tomorrow.”

She stands up abruptly and ushers herself out of your door in a flash, to which you clumsily stand up, knock your chair over, and hastily run after her, not wanting her to go just yet. “Wait, Ellie!” “What's up, did I forget something?”

She pats her pockets and looks at you with concern. Round puppy dog eyes, and lips in a miniscule pout, so cute. You were in front of her now, but did not process what you actually wanted to say. Just ran after her like the smitten nincompoop you are. Upon feeling your face go hot, you look at the ground to mutter, “Uh- nothing. See you later.” Realistically, what were you planning on saying, or doing?

After stumbling over your words you two finally part ways and you slump down against your door, missing her presence already. You simultaneously wanted to jump around or open your bedside table drawer to release the energy you'd accumulated, and wanted to fall into the deepest sleep of your life to recuperate from the experience. This was just, a lot. You wanted to scream and screech like there's no tomorrow, but did not want to deal with noise complaints from the others living on your floor. Gosh she was so close, she shares your niche interest, your hands touched, albeit accidentally, lo and behold you were in love with her.

Maybe it was early to call it that, but you were going to plan out your future together. Preferably a quaint, peaceful farmhouse, the one you two lovebirds renovated together exactly how you envisioned, where you could ogle her doing the farmwork. Ugh. Cook all her favorite meals, make sweet, sweet love under the moonlight. Take strolls through the flower gardens you two planted, receive her curated bouquets as gifts, you two are going to have such a tender, domestic life. 

You had to mull it over some more, and didn’t dare wish to forget how close she was to you, you were still buzzing from her essence. You were pointlessly pacing around your room now, unable to stop looping the study session's events in your head. The simplicity, the eroticism of the encounter. One-sided or not, you had yet to find out more about her, the impatience was going to take over. The day almost seemed too good to be true, but for now you had to force yourself to relax and think about something other than her. Time to browse Pinterest with striking kitchen ideas for your beautiful future. 

What were you going to say to her the next time you see her? You were eager to know how, or if at all, this new friendship was going to progress. Part of you was dying of impatience, but the rest of you wanted to take it all as slow as possible, savoring every little moment and making the most of it. 

You sighed, this was going to be a long, long, year.

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.......really hoping this doesn't flop because it isn't smutty, yall wanted more fics that are plot soooo

[riofann]

10. tempestuous

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Monday July 4, 2022

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yea what's up?” you turn to face your sisters 

Gia asks “You okay?” 

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?!” You ask frustrated 

“Well because I just had to call you like 10 times to get you to respond” 

“I’m sorry Gia just thinking about work” 

“GOD! are they still texting you” 

“Yeaaaa” you say in a ‘duh’ tone

“Then your managers suck that's why you have managers to manage not text you all the time give me that!” she says snatching the phone from you

You reach for the phone “Hey! I need that!” 

“No! Alicia back me up!” she commands before  throwing the phone to her

“ALICIA!” you plead

Alicia moves away from you “I’m sorry sissy but sis is right”

You throw your hands up “Oh my god! You guys are killing me” 

“Look at you!” Gia points at you “you’re killing yourself.” 

You shake your head and sit down on the couch

“When's the last time you treated yourself or went on a date?” 

“Not this again” you say, this has been a recurring topic of conversation 

“No seriously when's the last time you were told you were beautiful” 

You roll your eyes “A lot of my customers tell me that daily” 

“Not your customers, your boyfriend! your man!” Alicia asks 

Gia approaches you “Listen when is the last time you got some really good dick?” 

You feel your palms sweating, “Gia really is that important?” 

“YES IT IS! we have needs too just like guys” Alicia interjects 

“Alicia! I can’t hear this!” you say covering your ears 

“No you’re gonna listen”  Gia says laying on you. “We are worried about you, and you're overworking. It was bad with one bar but now two?!”

Alicia jumps on top making you both groan “and you’ve canceled on us like 50 times!” 

“That's an exaggeration”

“Okay not 50 but every time its like I can’t ‘I'm working I cant gotta run to the bar’ ”

“I'm a busy woman!” 

“We know we also know you won’t make time for things unless someone forces you to ! You’re working too hard!”

You sigh “I promise to do better”

“We want a boyfriend for Christmas if you dont we are gonna snitch on you”  

“Nooo dont tell mom and dad” 

“Well I guess you better get to doing other shit besides working”

You groan and finally get the strength to push them off you 

“Its because we love you” Alicia hugs you 

“Yea I know” you say begrudgingly but hugging her back 

As you drive home that evening you think of the dream  you had recently. You and Rio were in his office arguing over something stupid you can’t even remember the details. Next thing you knew he was kissing you, shoving you back against the wall, and you were kissing him back! It was sloppy, not quite coordinated like it would be in real life, he was groping the same areas, some scenes kept replaying over and over, others were so vivid you could smell his cologne, taste the spearmint gum he chewed occasionally, the fabric of his shirt against your fingers. It ended when he reached up your skirt to yank down your panties, and just as you felt his calloused fingers graze up your thighs your alarm went off. Saved by the alarm! You would have liked for it to continue, because that would be the only way you were getting any. When you go to take a shower you feel the wetness between your thighs. Anyway the conclusion that you came to was you thought there was too much proximity to him and you were horny so your mind conjured him up nothing more, nothing else. 

Saturday August 13, 2022

“It's hot!” you complain as you approached Rio, once again at the country club 

“Its summer” he states the obvious 

“Yup anyway here you go” you stated dropping the bag on the floor. You changed tactics you were either dropping it on the floor/table or in his hand now by holding it with both hands on the straps instead

He shoves the bag to the side next to his duffle “It’s getting cooler though it was burning at 3” he adds 

“You’ve been here since 3? (it was 6:30 in the evening)” 

He nods “had a couple of meetings”

You nod feeling the awkward tension “want anything else or can I go?” 

He smiles, looks at the tennis court then back at you “Not gonna take me up on my offer?” 

“Offer? What offer?” You think to yourself “Oh tennis? I can't” pointing to your attire dress and heels 

He nods “I know you don’t have to work at either place so what's holding you back?” 

“Actually, stalker, I have to be at Oasis tonight so I need to get going” 

He chuckles at your stalker comment before arguing “James said he had it covered” 

“Well James is your hire and he doesn’t ‘have it covered’ because” you show the text message James sent you begging you to go in because the Andersons were gonna stop by with some friends  and only you knew how to make them happy. “I have to go in” 

He sighs with slight irritation “he should be able to manage” feeling like you were just making up an excuse 

You smile at him “He is your hire” you reiterate bringing back the memory of you telling Rio he may not be the best manager but Rio insisting 

“Let him take care of it” he argues 

“Can’t Andersons are big customers spend close to 2 grand or more every time they stop by I gotta go” you turn to walk away

“How is he gonna learn?” he continues 

You shrug and open your hands “You should have asked yourself this before you asserted his position at Oasis!”

He scoffs looking around 

“Oh look at you two! How cute! Again!” 

You both turn to face the older woman and both give her an awkward smile there's a brief moment of silence before Rio asks “Hey I’m sorry do we know you?” 

“Well I saw you two at the launch of Oasis” 

Your mind immediately remembers her “Oh how nice to see you again! Have you been back? I’m sorry if I haven’t recognized you” 

“Oh I have but you're always at the other bar Cure?” You nod “I haven't been but my husband and I plan to stop by with friends”

You give a small pout “I’m sorry I keep missing you”

She waves you away jokingly “Oh it's alright the place is still great, drinks are just the way I like them strong” You giggle “and you know staff is perfect life is still merry!” 

“That's good!” you smile 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt I just thought I would come say ‘Hi’ my name is Edith by the way” she extends her hand 

“Edith nice to meet you I’m Y/N and that's..” 

She answers “Christopher he’s in the Tennis tournament this year saw your profile” she winks 

Rio smiles

You look at your watch. “I have to go, or the manager is gonna be calling me nonstop. It was nice meeting you again Edith and next time you're there have them reach out to me I’ll stop by” 

“Okay see you later young lady” 

You don’t even think to say bye to Rio just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible 

“Boy you must have made her mad!” Edith jokes 

He laughs “something like that”

“That's alright, nothing a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, and a big kiss can’t fix! Always does the job!” She advices

He nods and looks at the older woman Edith looks at the tennis court then back to Rio “You up for another round?”  she asks

He shrugs “sure why not?”

“Good because I'm gonna smoke ya!” 

He takes a sip of his water “I owe you a round of drinks at Oasis if you do”

“Oooh more motivation!!” 

Thursday September 8, 2022

As things slowed down and the staff began closing down at Oasis you went into the office to grab your purse and go home for the night, a vow you recently made to not work past midnight. You hear footsteps walking in after you. You look back to see James standing there 

“Oh James!”, you smile at him even though he annoyed the shit out of you tonight i was just grabbing my bag

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you?” 

“Yea what's up? Today was a hit right? Made a lot.”

“Yea I didn’t want to talk about that” he walks closer “I wanted to talk about you and me”

“Excuse me? I don’t follow” 

“Sorry came on too strong but I have to say it”

“Please don't” 

“You’re really beautiful and you’re an amazing woman”

“James Seriously”

“I know you’re not dating anyone why won’t you give me a chance” he says reaching to touch your cheek 

You jerked back “OH!”  You are shocked that he touched you “Don’t do that!” 

“I like you”

You roll your eyes “I know you do and I told you I’m just not interested right now it's not you its me”

“Why won't you let yourself be loved?” he asks reaching for your 

“James” you warn

He retracts “Seriously I can take care of you, make you feel good, make you feel loved

“I’m just not interested end of discussion”

“I can take care of you, you don’t have to work anymore”

“Well no that's...” 

He cuts you off “Come on” he says stepping closer to you and blocking you in as you push up against the desk “I think you’ve had a lot to drink, we’ll discuss that later but right now I need you to back the fuck up”

“Don’t be scared just let it happen” he whispers 

“James, if you don’t back up, I will shoot you.”  You declare in a flat tone 

He sucks his teeth “you wouldn’t do such a thing to me baby” he says inching closer  as you lean back placing your finger on the trigger 

“You better listen to her” You both hear from the doorway James head snaps to see Rio leaning against the door way “She will shoot you” 

James harshly mugs Rio, “cock blocker” he mumbles 

You’ve never been so grateful to see Rio “I’m going home good night!” you say moving away and walking past James 

“Text me when you get home” James says trying to stake his claim to you

“Good night James!” You say forcefully you’ve never texted him he was either really drunk today or really bold or both

“What the fuck was that about?” James asks stomping up to Rio. “I called first dibs, you knew this, You know I like her!” Rio squares up as James reaches him “you fucking up my spot now?” 

“Take your drunk ass home James before you do something that gets your ass in some shit you'll regret” Rio speaks unwavering 

“Oh you big man now?! You gonna make me regret it?!” Rio doesn't say anything he holds eye contact with him refusing to back down “Fuck you man no ones fucking scared of you!”  They both have a stare down contest before Rio snickers to himself and walks away. He had other things to do he didn't drop by for James 

“Y/N!”  you hear Rio’s voice calling to you as you speed walk to your car

“WHAT?!”  You snapped, spinning around as he was walking towards you. 2 strides and this man caught up to you. Lanky bastard “I am not working with him!” You announce “Did you see that bullshit I had my hand on my gun! I was getting ready to shoot him!”

He waves away your concerns “Don't worry about it Ima take care of it”

“By doing what “talking” to him?” 

He looks you in the eye “What’d I just say?” he responds 

You look up and rub the back of your neck. The migraine was returning  “Why are you here? What do you want?” your feet were hurting your and adrenaline was high 

“Need to talk to you” 

“About?”

“Need a favor”

You roll your eyes again “Favor before apology wow” you mutter 

“What was that?” He asks not fully catching what you said but knowing you made a smart comment 

You smile at him “What is it boss? How can I be at your disposal?” you ask sarcastically 

He drags his tongue on his lips taming the irritation from your sarcastic tone and comment “Got a gala night coming up at the country club need a date”

You scoff and roll your eyes  “Do you really need one? Just take one of the many women around you”

He smirks “Jealous?” he teases

“No! But why the hell do you want me? Don’t you have cousins, aunties or I don’t know?! Lady friends you can take?” He nods “I do but you fit the bill plus how do you want me to tell Edith we broke up?” Your eyes bulge “Did you tell her we were dating?” He smiles seeing your reaction “No but you didn’t tell her either that day or when she saw what happened on launch night” “That was your fault I was trying to move out of the way. I remember correctly you wouldn’t let me!” “So that what?  Your ex could corner you and you stand there looking like you don’t know how to tell him to fuck off I did you a favor”

You throw your hands up frustrated “I don’t get you” 

“Feelings are mutual”

“Why do you want to take me? You don’t even trust me!” you state

“Who told you that?”

You point at him “You!” you look at him unbelieving of his naivety “Every chance someone gets to lie to you telling you I screwed you over you believe them” He scoffs looking away, waving you off “why the hell would you trust me around those country club people? People I am assuming you want to impress” 

He sighs “It was a yes or no question” he asks now annoyed 

“I told you no”

“No you asked about irrelevant shit”

“Okay well the answer is no! There!” 

“Reconsider, I’ll be in touch” he says before walking away

Saturday October 1, 2022

The butterflies in your stomach might as well be wrecking balls your nerves are bad. Why? QTNA. You spent the last 3 weeks finding gala appropriate attire. Some were too much, others too little in any case you had back ups in case your highness didn’t like what you had on. 

You hear the doorbell ring and you hang your head low shaking it as you walk towards the door you had told him to text you so all you had to do was get out of the house. 

You open the door to see him standing there with a tuxedo “Nice tux” an all black tuxedo you couldn’t have predicted anything else 

He nods “clean up nicely yourself”

“Thanks, ready to go?”

He slowly takes you in before responding “mhmm” he hums 

“Okay lead the way” 

The ride to the country club was silent with old school RnB playing in the background. You were temporarily okay until you got to the club and were forced back to reality. You ran over the details you had memorized. 

You and Rio have been together for a little over a year, he owns several businesses around town. He is working on a non-profit to help families pay off medical bills. You’re just there to be his arm candy nothing else as he put it. Even though you argued over him literally getting said arm candy from the slew of women he had at his disposal 

“Ah Mr. Serraño your table number is table 5” 

“Thanks” he says, taking your hand and pulling you along into the room. When the space got too small making it hard for both of you to walk by he would go first, occasionally during that time your hand would bump against his glock that was secured around his waist. 

He stops to mingle a bit catching up with old friends/partners? You don’t know you're just here to be here. 

Eventually you made it to your table. You hated feeling like the newcomer but at least you weren't the only one. 

The night events commence shortly after  with a speech (how the club did this year, plans for next year expansion blah blah blah), announcement of silent auctions, awards, dinner and drinks. 

“Congratulations on the awards Mr. Serraño” He does something that resembles blushing but you write it off as a smile. Rio had gotten 3rd place in the single tournament and 2nd in the double tennis tournament. 

You turn back your attention to the host of the night. The drinks were good, food was good, a good change of scenery from your usual. At some point after dinner during the drinking hour and silent auction Rio excused himself. You don’t question why you just assume it was his usual running to the loo or getting another round of drinks. 

You notice he had been gone awhile when you glance down at your phone and realize almost 30 minutes had passed by. 

He returns shortly after in a huff, irritated. 

“You good?” you ask, glancing at him before you return to listen to the host not wanting to bring attention to his changed mood to your table mates. All he does is grunt frustratedly in response. 

When the host stops talking and the attention is brought back to the table for desserts/drinks/conversation. You notice Rio’s right hand and left, bruised and bloody. With the right being worse, it was bleeding and just as he finishes putting his glass down you grab it in a sly manner bringing it to your lap. 

Rio goes to pull it away but you hold it there pretending to be engaged in conversation while removing the tissue that was in your purse. You hold it firm and in a quick moment you look down at the tissue which was showing stains of red and up at Rio who locked eyes with you. 

That got him to relax enough to let you deal with it. 

When you're confident the bleeding has stopped you let his hand go and Rio takes the hint to go to the bathroom and clean up the rest. You two linger for a little before you both make your exit. You don’t know what he discussed half the night, plans for opening up another business it was all corporate jargon you just weren’t interested in. 

The car ride now is completely silent, no radio, nothing just breathing and the occasional glance at the phone here and there. 

You pull up to a strange building and Rio drives underground and parks the car. He turns to look at you and you stare back not knowing what he’s gonna say

“Gonna wait in here or upstairs?” 

“Upstairs?” you answer unsure of what the right option was

He nods and gets out of the car and being the gentleman of the night he opens the door for you again. You slowly make your way out of the car and walk beside him as he walks into the concrete building, you see number letter combos on the doors. It must be an apartment building you think to yourself. When you arrive on the fourth floor via the elevator only one door is present to you, you assume it was a penthouse unit. 

He opens the door and lets you in, “I’ll be quick just need to change” you nod “make yourself comfortable” he offers before disappearing into the hallway. 

Only  a few lights were turned on. From what you could see it was very much Rio, in some ways it resembled his office at the warehouse. Not a lot of clutter, everything seemed to have its place and served a purpose, no need for the extra fluff. As you continue to take in the space you see a few pictures of Marcus and him along with a larger picture of the greater family. Even the art framed matched him somehow. You turn to the kitchen and think to yourself either he didn’t cook or he cooked everything from scratch except for the very expensive espresso machine sitting on the counter. 

You take a few steps in and your hand grazes the back of his leather couch. It has minimal signs of being utilized. He was busy so a couch with signs of use didn’t seem right. You turn to face the hallway hearing noise coming from that end, a door closed. There were two hallways one by the kitchen the other by the wall where Rio disappeared. You want to walk around exploring his house like he has done to yours several times, you want to strip away any ounce of privacy he had left, you wanted him to feel exposed and vulnerable like he made you feel, not maliciously, maybe some ill intent involved to get back at him if you were being truthful with yourself. To even out the playing field in some sort of way. After he broke into your house the first time and you discovered he looked around you got rid of every sex toy that existed practically became celibate involuntarily. 

“I’m ready” you hear as Rio walks out with a bandaged arm wearing his usual garb. You smile at him and wait for him to approach you. “You could have made yourself a drink or sat down” he chuckles

“It’s okay, I know you have somewhere to be, don’t want to hold you up.” you say before turning to walk away towards the door. 

This time there was music on your way to your house. 

“Sooo what happened to... your...... hand?” you dare to ask after 15 minutes of driving. There's a long silence before he responds. He takes in a deep breath “Fucker moved and I punched the floor” 

“Ouch” you comment 

“Mhm!” 

“Take pain meds?”

“Mhm!”

You nod and look out the window watching as the city lights fade away as you approach the suburbs. Satisfied with his answers. 

He pulls into the driveway turning off the car before slowly turning to face you 

You feel nervous; it's not how he typically looks at you with a blank face or annoyance; there's familiarity in his gaze; he is comfortable with you, well at this moment anyway. 

You giggle nervously “You have somewhere to be”  you say before looking into your bag to find your key “got my keys and cellphone” 

There's a lazy smile on his face “ ‘preciate you joining me tonight” 

You nod, smiling “You made a good impression, they really like you.” That was the whole purpose of the night, right? 

He smiles again looking away  

“Yup well goodnight Rio” you say before opening the door

“Oh come on you wouldn’t let me open the door this time?” he asks jokingly as you step out “Oh! Slipped my mind, sorry” 

He nods stepping out of the car “well the least I can do is walk you to your door” 

You nod in response and close the door making your way towards the house, you were used to him being angry with you, you knew how to navigate around him when he was, this was different it felt like you were being studied in ways you didn’t even understand. 

You fumble slightly to open the door but you do and step in “do you want to come in?” you offer just to offer not that you really wanted it 

He shakes his head “can’t” 

“Right you have things to do, well I guess thanks for the evening I had fun hope your hand heals” 

“Yea here’s your cut” he says handing you the envelope full of money before walking away. 

Friday October 14, 2022

“Have you talked to him?” Alicia asks

“Talked to who?” “Who else?!” 

You sigh “no!” you were starting to regret telling your sisters about the faux date between you and Rio

“Why not?” 

“Well it’s more of like a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ thing”

“Did you text him the next day?”

You look at the camera on your phone “To tell him what?” 

“Y/N!” Gia scolds 

“Whaaaaat?” You whine

“You were supposed to tell him that you enjoyed your time” she continues

“I already told him that when the night was over! He doesn’t need me to say it again!” 

“You’re supposed to remind him, to keep his mind on you!” 

You roll your eyes “Ugh there's too many rules to dating now”

“Christmas is approaching” she threatens 

“I know!” 

“Either you show up with a boyfriend or we tell mom and dad!” 

You let out a sigh of frustration “Fine! Just tell them. Tell mom and dad!” They remain quiet “What? I don’t think I will have anyone by then guys. I'm busy, I just don’t have the time and I can't ask any man to accommodate this schedule of mine. I know mom and dad won’t be happy  but hey its okay we can’t have it all” 

“That's not true” Alicia speaks up sounding sad

“Don’t Alicia” you warn “I’m not dying here, you guys are acting a bit crazy over this”

“What's wrong with wanting someone to take care of you like you do everyone else?” 

“Nothing I just want you guys to be a bit more realistic on how soon or the possibilities of that happening. But I don’t like talking about myself. I wanna hear about you guys. How are your beaus?”

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