#am i going to? no i hate typing on my phone when i can avoid it and also my inbox doesn't have a big ol notification bloop on it

[mamawasatesttube]

btw sorry for not answering asks or anything!! im on a trip with a couple of my besties and the last few days have been sooo hectic (in a very fun way, but you know) and i literally haven't touched my laptop in days djgdkgf but probably tomorrow or the day after ill get to em!!!

[prussianmemes]

you should kill yourself if you spend 12 minutes sorting around your notes on your desk, making sure they look messy but also the prettiest ones are on top, posing your textbook open and having the most "academia" looking web page or lecture slides on your laptop screen before taking a picture and posting it on your social media story while quietly scrolling through songs to put with it.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I HAD THIS IDEA!!!! Bob being sassy to the whole team and they realize its because he hasn't seen you in a few days and misses you

Summary: Bob’s been moodier than a cat in the rain lately, and the team’s patience is wearing thin. It takes Yelena’s sharp eyes to notice the cause: you’ve been gone for a few days, and Bob’s acting out like a lovesick drama queen

Bob was on a rampage.

Not a dangerous rampage, not physically at least. The tension rolling off of Bob made the type of mood where everyone on the team collectively started to avoid eye contact and speak in whispers. His sarcasm was nuclear, his expressions so exaggerated he looked like a soap opera star, and his mood swings were faster than Ava's phasing.

“Do we have to breathe this loud?” he muttered, stirring his coffee with the kind of fury that made Yelena believe he was going to break the mug. Across the table, Bucky blinked at him. “We’re literally just sitting here.”

“Well, maybe sit quieter, James,” Bob snapped, setting his mug down with an aggressive clink. “I can hear your existential dread from here, and frankly, it’s exhausting I have my own dread thanks for wanting to share yours though.”

John just grunted, scrolling through his phone. “What's crawled up your cape today?”

“My cape is in the laundry, didn't know you'd be so concern,” Bob fired back. “But sure, let’s deflect from the fact that our briefing room smells like expired protein powder and ego.”

John raised a brow. “That one aimed at me or Bucky?”

“Why not both?” Bob smirked. “Two-for-one special. See how efficient I can be."

Yelena leaned back in her chair, eyeing him with the precision of someone who grew up knowing how to spot a lie three days before it happened. “Okay. Enough,” she said plainly. “What is actually going on with you?” “I’m fine,” Bob replied too quickly. “Maybe I just woke up and realized I’m the only one on this team with a functioning personality.”

“That’s definitely news,” John muttered under his breath. Yelena ignored him. “When’s the last time you saw her?”

Bob froze.

The mug hit the table again, this time slower. He didn’t look at her just stared into the last bit of coffee like it had the answers.

“Three days,” he said finally, voice much smaller than before. “Not that I’m counting. Or brooding. Or making dramatic exits from rooms like I’m in a shitty 90s romcom film. Except I am. And I hate it. I hate that she can make me feel like this, that she has this power over me." The room went quiet. Bucky ran a hand down his face. “You’re telling me I've been putting up with you turning your heartbreak into a Broadway audition over three days?”

Bob waved a hand. “It’s not heartbreak. It’s just... I’m used to seeing her. Talking to her. Being near her. I miss that little snort-laugh she does when I say something stupid or how she always gives me the middle of the cinnamon roll or when she texts me dumb memes during boring meetings. And now she’s just—poof. Gone. No cinnamon. No memes. Just... silence.”

“She’s just at her friend's wedding,” Yelena reminded gently. Bob slumped back in his chair. “Her friend lives in Idaho. That’s practically the moon.” Yelena’s expression softened slightly. “You could’ve just said you missed her.”

“Where’s the drama in that?” Bob replied, deadpan. “No one makes me tea or gives me extra hugs just because I say I’m sad. But make when it's everyone’s problem? Instant attention.”

Ava muttered, “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

Bob opened his mouth to argue—when his phone buzzed. His expression instantly shifted, eyes lighting up as he read the name on the screen. You. He quickly opened the message and smiled.

[Miss you too. I’ll be home tomorrow night. Don’t sass the team too hard without me.] Bob’s fingers flew across the screen in reply before he stood up, clearing his throat with the air of someone delivering a monologue. “Okay. I’m better now.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Seriously?”

“What can I say?” Bob grinned. “Love is a powerful mood stabilizer.”

Yelena leaned over to John. “We should get them married. For national security reasons.” John just shook his head. “We need a support group. For us."

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That night, Bob camped out on the couch with your favorite blanket, a mug of tea you always somehow made better than he could, and the goofiest smile on his face as he watched old sitcom episodes, he used to make fun of—just because they reminded him of you.

And when you walked through the door the next night? He didn’t say anything at first—just tackled you in a hug, buried his face in your shoulder, and whispered, “You're not allowed to leave me for that long ever again, at least not without a two-week emotional prep notice and a signed cuddle contract.” You grinned against his cheek. “It was just three days.” You muttered against him, smile growing even bigger as you feel him shake his head, tickling you with his hair. "That's a lifetime."

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[propertyofwicked]

SCANDALOUS - OP

summary - in which oscar discovers what type of books his girlfriend is actually reading

warnings: 18+ allusions to smut, but mostly fluff

this is my first oscar piece and i am considering a part 2! lemme know what you think! <3 (also sorry for disappearing my life has been all over the place)

masterlist the playlist

as they arrived at the silverstone track, oscar and y/n could feel the palpable anticipation in the air. navigating through the crowds was something y/n could only compare to her idea of personal hell. people everywhere, sporting the bright colours of different teams, people approaching the two of them, holding out hats and phones for oscar to sign. if this was friday, y/n hated to think what the rest of the weekend would be like - hopefully she could arrive later than oscar and avoid the hustle and bustle.

"are you going to be okay here?" oscar asked softly, concern evident in his eyes, as he led the two of them into mclaren hospitality. he wasn’t blind, if anything he could read her emotions better than he could read his own - he knew she was overwhelmed, but not quite at breaking point.

"yeah, i've got my book and headphones,” y/n replied, patting her bag quickly, “i'll find a quiet spot,” she added with a nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

“i’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he asked her again, holding her wrists softly in his hands.

“i’ll be here,” she replied, still smiling as she stepped up onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

y/n watched as oscar left, before turning on her heel and trying to find a cosy corner, tucked away from the commotion where she could read her book in peace. and as she sat with her back to the wall, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that no one could walk behind her and glimpse at what she was reading. her flushed cheeks may slightly give it away to anyone who recognised the book, but as she flipped through the pages she was met with nothing but pure, indulgent smut. it was a guilty pleasure that she seldom admitted to enjoying, and whilst she was more than content with oscar, she was too shy to admit she’d want him to do more than half of the acts she reads about.

maybe next time, she should bring a murder mystery book with her, instead of reading 82 pages of unforgiving sex scenes that are described in such detail that she could almost imagine how oscar would recreate it beautifully - yeah, maybe not the right thing to be reading at your boyfriend’s place of work.

“hi,” a voice interrupted, causing y/n to jump quickly as she looked up to see one of the hospitality staff stood in front of her, “i was just wondering if we would be able to steal this chair? i can find you somewhere else to sit - it’s just a guest would like to sit here.”

“of course,” y/n replied, smiling up at the nervous girl before moving to shove everything back into her bag, “i probably should go on a walk anyways.”

“thank you so much, and sorry for making you move - the guest is a sponsor, so they expect us to move heaven and earth to accommodate them,” the employee added with a grin.

“i understand,” y/n replied, laughing lightly as she stood, “your hair is so beautiful by the way.”

“thank you,” the girl smiled, blushing at the compliment.

oscar had been engrossed with his team, discussing strategy and making adjustments for the practice session, when he realised it had been several hours since he’d seen his girlfriend. and once the practice session had finally ended, with a full team debrief, he made it his mission to find her.

"have you seen y/n around?" oscar inquired casually, glancing over at lando who had walked into hospitality with him.

"yeah, she was sitting in the corner over there," lando chuckled, gesturing towards the quieter section of the hospitality area, “….but she’s not there anymore,” he added, trailing off as he noticed the empty chair.

"thanks mate, glad you’ve still got those keen observational skills," oscar replied sarcastically, “don’t know what i’d do without you around.”

“hey! i was just telling you where i last saw her!” lando defended, holding his hands up, ”she’s probably in a quiet corner somewhere, reading that book. she’s probably the only person that didn’t notice i’d even walked in earlier ‘cos she was nose deep in it.”

“sounds about right,” oscar hummed, pulling his phone out to shoot her a quick where are you text.

sure enough, oscar found y/n in a quieter corner, still engrossed in her book. he approached her quietly and gently tapped her shoulder. y/n looked up, removing her headphones and quickly closing the pages before smiling warmly at him.

"hey there, lost track of time?" oscar asked, sitting down beside her, pulling his legs up to his chest as his back leant on the wall.

y/n nodded, "yeah, i guess i did. how was practice?"

"pretty good," oscar replied, "we made some solid improvements. what about you? what are you reading?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her expression. "oh, it's just a book. nothing special."

oscar raised an eyebrow, sensing her reluctance to share. "come on, it can't be that bad. is it some secret spy novel or something?"

y/n chuckled nervously. "no, nothing like that. just... personal. i'll tell you about it later, maybe."

"alright, fair enough," he replied, "ready to head back to the hotel?"

y/n sighed with relief. "yes please.”

“that bored, huh?” he asked as he stood, extending his arms to help pull her from the floor.

“not bored, just-”

“overwhelmed? hungry? eager to see me after a shower?”

“always.”

“good to know,” he added, draping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "you know, you're quite the mystery sometimes," he teased gently as they began to walk to the car.

"keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" y/n smirked, “no fun in being predictable.”

they arrived at the hotel room, and as they settled in, the atmosphere relaxed. y/n flopped down on the bed, and oscar joined her, laying his entire body on top of hers, her hands moving to stroke along his back softly.

"so, how's the book?" oscar asked again, with a playful glint in his eye.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress a smile. "it's good. maybe i'll let you read it someday."

"wow, such a privilege!" oscar feigned shock, “but how would i ever repay you for such an offer.”

"don't push your luck, piastri,” she replied, her arms grabbing his sides in attempt to push him off. he laughed, rolling to the side to lay next to her.

"alright, alright. i won't push. but seriously, thanks for coming with me today. it means a lot."

y/n's expression softened. "of course. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "i'm lucky to have you, you know that?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with affection. "i think we're both pretty lucky."

“i’d be even luckier if you let me read that book of yours,” he grinned.

"you're ridiculous.”

"only for you," he replied with a grin, his arm reaching across her waist for his fingers to draw circles into the skin of her stomach. his head dipped, trailing kissed along her clothed shoulder, until he was resting on his arm, hovering over her slightly, his lips finding their way to the skin of her neck.

“please,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.

“fine,” y/n replied with a loud huff, pushing herself up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. oscar remained on the bed, resting on his side and using his arm to hold his head up as his eyes followed her across the room.

she launched the book at him, watching as it landed just shy of his stomach.

“come and join me,” he beckoned, shuffling himself up the bed, book in hand.

“i’d rather stand here, actually.”

“ok weirdo.”

the room fell to a silence as oscar opened the book, choosing to open at a page in the middle.

“why is this all highlighte- oh. OH. oh wow,” he spoke aloud, grimacing slightly in between raising his eyebrows at the literature, “this is - is that even possible? how has he got her leg up there?”

“you can stop now,” y/n begged, climbing on the bed and stretching over in attempt to snatch the book from his hands.

“no, i don’t think i will,” he teased, raising the book above his head, though at an angle where he could still read it, “ ‘…..he said, grabbing my other leg and placing them both behind his head’ - this girl is flexible jesus.”

“oscar piastri you give me that book right now.”

“ok! ok!” he said defensively, “….on one condition.”

“…what?” y/n responded cautiously, noticing the way he smirked at her.

“you tell me, is this something you wanna try?” he asked, “the things in this book? is that what you want?”

“minus the kidnapping part….maybe?” she replied, fiddling with her fingers.

“maybe, huh?” he teased, placing the book to his side before grabbing her waist to pull her into him. y/n straddled his lap, though desperately tried to look anywhere but his face, desperate to hide the flush of her cheeks, only worsened by looking in his eyes.

“honestly, i just wanna know if im that flexible,” she replied with a laugh, still playing anxiously with her fingers whilst trying to fight against her own awkwardness.

“i know you can get at least one leg up there,” oscar joked, fingers tickling at her sides playfully, “although, you’re not very good at twister.”

“we have played twister ONCE. and i was drunk. you cannot hold that against me.”

“drunk or not, your foot was still dangerously close to going up my ass.”

“and yet no assholes were harmed.”

“speaking of.. does this book mention anyth-”

“if you think you are putting ANYTHING up there you are very much mistaken mr piastri,” y/n argued, holding his jaw in her hands to make her point clear.

“mr piastri? i prefer da-”

“NOPE! LA LA LA,” she interrupted, quickly covering her ears before he finished his sentence.

“im kidding, im kidding,” he laughed out breathlessly, holding on to her hips as his body shook with laughter, “so about this flexibility thing.”

“let me stretch first,” she told him, kissing his lips softly. y/n moved to climb off him, only half serious about stretching, but his hands stayed put on her waist, pulling her back into him. he kissed her again, a hand traveling up her body to rest on her jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip briefly.

“no need, i know a good way to get you warmed up,” he told her cheekily, his lips returning to her neck once more, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

“oh really?” she replied, her eyebrows raising at the suggestion, “please, go on. tell me more.”

[fangirlmermaid]

Can I request Luke Hughes the TikTok trend where reader calls him by his name and he gets scared please

Luke Hughes x reader

Summary: You do the TikTok trend of calling Luke by his name and he gets scared.

Warning: sad but then happy.

Author's note: I tried my best! Hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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You couldn’t recall calling Luke by his name since you two started going out, even during a fight. So when you saw the TikTok trend of people calling their partners by their names you were dying to do it to Luke to see how he would react.

It was a Friday night. You sat in the living room watching 10 Things I Hate About You, while Luke, on the other hand, was getting ready to go out with his teammates. (He invited you to come along, but you wanted to stay in.) You decided this would be the perfect opportunity to do the TikTok trend.

You shifted your position, bringing your legs into your chest as you lay against the back of the couch placing the camera from your phone above your knee.

You tried to act casual when he came into the living room. He leans down pressing a chaste kiss on your lips and forehead when he walks towards the front door that’s when you hit record.

He slipped on his shoes and jacket, grabbing his keys. Luke opened the door. “Okay, Angel, I’ll see you later. love you.” Luke smiled. This was it. “Bye! Have fun. Love you, Luke!” You smiled, trying not to laugh.

Luke froze halfway through the door (making you silently laugh). He returned to the apartment, his face filled with confusion, he faced you again “Bye Angel. I love you!” He repeated thinking that he was imagining the last part. You bit down a smile “Bye Luke! I love you!” you repeated a few giggles slipping out.

Again frozen halfway through the door, he slowly crept back into the apartment. He slowly faced you, his eyes wide in fear. You fought against a smile. “Are you okay?” you wondered, you wanted to repeat his name but decided not to for fear that he would die of shock. Finally finding his voice “Did you just call me, Luke?” he whispered in disgust like you just insulted him, you raised an eyebrow “That’s your name, isn’t it?” You wondered, Luke shook his head “You never call me that” Luke’s voice grew quiet.

Luke stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Am I in trouble?” Luke wondered, quickly glancing at you. “No, Luke,” you assured him, sneaking out with another giggle. Luke flinched. He closed the door and placed his keys on the table. You could tell he was trying to figure out why you were ‘mad’ at him.

He hung his jacket before giving you his full attention once again,

“Are you mad that I’m going out?”

“No”

“Do you want me to stay?”

The look of fear and sadness mixed in his eyes, the feeling of guilt held your heart. Luke stood before the TV “Tell me what I can do. I can text them and tell them I can’t come” Luke said in a quiet tone, you shook your head.

“No, no, no, no-”

“Please don’t break up with me”

That’s when you stop recording “It’s a prank baby! It’s a prank!” You assured jumping out of your seat, one hand cupping his jaw while your other hand grabbed his shoulder. Luke huffed with some relief sneaking out “That’s not funny, angel” Luke muttered with sadness in his eyes, “I know baby, I know” You agreed. Luke looked at you “Do you still love me?” he wondered, you nodded “Of course I do, Lukey” You gave a reassuring smile. You saw his lips twitch which gave you the confidence to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Luke pulled out his phone and started typing. You saw him texting his teammates that he couldn’t come. “Baby, what?” you asked, hoping you didn’t ruin his night. He put his phone away. “Nope, I’m all yours tonight, and every night,” he smiled. Of course, you felt bad about doing that stupid TikTok trend. You knew you were going to have to make it up to him.

You were right because the two of you lay on the couch, Luke on top of you with his hands on your hips and his head on your chest (giving you soft kisses on your heart now and then). You mumble every nickname you've ever called Luke since the beginning of your relationship. One of your hands was under his shirt drawing lazy patterns across his skin while the other playing with the end of his curly hair (He would pout and joke about how you owe it to him when you stop moving one or both hands). Luke loves you and you love him…even when he’s dramatic.

[bogwaterparasite]

Saja Boys HC’s!!

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Paring: Saja Boys x Reader(?? If you squint

A/N: I just watched this movie and, Oh MY GOD! I am OBSESSED WITH IT. Genuinely, I feel like the writers did such a good job at portraying the characters and the storyline without it feeling rushed? I would love to see it as a series sometime, or have some sort of sequel/prequel to answer all of my questions!! But for now? I’ll just stick to writing Drabbles about guys who only had a few minutes of screen time.

BTW. This is all simply MY opinion on them, they have no defined personality so literally almost everything could be cannon.

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Baby Saja

★ He’s on his phone, like, a LOT. Not in a brainrotty way, but he’s just rather uninterested in anything else.

★ Nonchalant dread head. He doesn’t care about things too much. Want to hang out in a big group? Ok! Want to stay in and not do anything? That’s cool. Sometimes it can be quite annoying, considering you’ll be the one making the decision half of the time, but he will take the initiative eventually.. (Still, be prepared to be the one who ends up deciding what yall do, even if he started the hangout)

★ No sense of taste. Heavily based on him and the hot sauce contest thing

★ Plays video games. Not a gamer, just uses them to pass the time. He’s awfully good at them, specially fight games, however, he doesn’t like rpg games.

★ For someone who’s nonchalant, he cares about his appearance a little too much. What can I say? A man just wants to look cool

★ Lazy as hell. Like stated before, if you wanted to do something he wouldn’t oppose to it, however, he won’t go out of his way to do something.

★ Doesn’t like hot drinks, don’t ask why

★ Isn’t very fond of animals, they’re too much work and bothersome.

★ Likes soft to the touch things

★ Doesn’t like interviews much, mostly because of the amount of talking you have to do in them

★ Always has something in his mouth; gum, lollipops, soft candy, he always has something there. He don’t like crunchy things tho, the vibrations they send to his head.

★ Heavy gaslighter, like, he enjoys to bother others. Type to hide your things and then act like he has no clue what you’re talking about up until you’re going crazy not being able to find the object

Abs Saja

★ Foodie, but in reality he’s just a fatass. Says he’s bulking but he just likes to eat

★ Prefers sour over salty, does NOT like sweet things

★ Constantly showing off his muscles, specially his abs, lets bffr his whole personality are his abs.

★ During the winter he likes to go on runs shirtless, or he’s just always constantly shirtless.

★ Annoying asf. He’s funny, but in the way that he says the dumbest things constantly and makes you wonder how many times he’s been dropped as a child.

★ Social, but still likes to keep his distance to people. He hates talking about feelings, and if you do try? He’d probably find a way to avoid the situation with a dumb comment

★ Dog person all the way, he’d have a golden retriever named cupcake or world destroyer

★ He’s pushy when it comes to things that he really wants. You’re going to the gym with him whether you like it or not, will sulk if you end up winning.

★ Surprisingly a good cook, but he’s messy as hell

★ Immature as hell. He would laugh at penis jokes, or just any type of middle school joke.

★ Sore loser, yet, he sucks at any game that doesn’t involve some sort of athletic performance.

★ He sleeps with his socks on

★ Self centered. He watches edits of him on repeat, constantly likes posts about him and probably has magazines of himself hung up on his walls

★ Doesn’t like children

Romance Saja

★ He likes cars

★ Reads romance novels, books, fanfiction (SPECIALLY about him) will say dumb corny shit all the time, like cheesy pick up lines from hallmark movies

★ Theater kid, watched Highschool Musical too many times to count

★ He cares about his hygiene a lot. Manicures, pedicures, metrosexual in a way.

★ Huge fashionista, he has a mannequin of himself in order to pick out outfits.

★ He can’t hold his alcohol, EXTREME lightweight.

★ He likes word games

★ He likes to tease people, their reactions are simply too good to pass up on.

★ If you are in a relationship he’d make it a thing to take the role of the knight and shining armor, or just the typical male romance movies role

★ Speaks French

★ Out of all the members, he’s surprisingly the weakest physically.

★ Unlike abs, he LOVES to talk about his emotions. Overshares constantly, can be quite annoying sometimes but oh well.

★ If he were to have any pets, he’d have something that wouldn’t get him that dirty, most likely a fish. He believes they’re perfect companions (even though you can’t do much with them)

Mystery Saja

★ This has been obvious, but the quietest of them all. You won’t hear a peep from this dude until waaaaay later into your interactions, and even then it won’t be much.

★ Animal lover. I don’t believe he would have a pet, but he’s the type to stop while walking to pet a stray or some shit like that. Call him snowy white because he’ll even have insects land on him and he won’t care

★ Very good listener, of course, he isn’t much for giving advise, but he’s always there to hear whatever might be troubling your mind.

★ I wouldn’t say he’s antisocial, but I wouldn’t say he’s social either. He much prefers one on one hang outs, whether it’s outside or inside.

★ He sucks at saying tongue twisters.

★ Artist. He expresses what he doesn’t voice through art, mainly paintings. He tried to sell some as modern art once, but no one bought any.

★ over-analytical over the dumbest shit

★ he barks at people

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I was blanking really hard on Jinu, so I might just group him in with huntrix if I ever decide I want to make one for them! Also, so sorry for the delay on posting, I’m sure half of yall don’t care atp but I still feel horrible about it LOL. I leave for the military in about a month! So, expect to hear absolutely nothing for six months after that!!

Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are appreciated ^^

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[bratzsturns]

again and again.

warnings; smut, angst, no happy ending. not proofread; lowercase intended.

part two of disregard.

the next week was absolute hell. your brother avoided you, acting as if you were completely fucking transparent every time he walked by you in the hallways of your shared home. that didn’t happen much anyway, you spent most of your time in your bedroom.

you sobbed into the sheets once shared with matt, holding onto the shirt that contained his lingering scent. you felt disgusted with yourself every time you heard matt’s words replay in your head. the worst part though? you didn’t hate him, god, no, you fucking missed him.

your memories on snapchat haunted you, filled with photos of you and matt. you two laughing at nate, watching movies together, or even just him sleeping on your bare chest before you woke him to leave so he didn’t get seen by nate. your gut twisted every time you opened your phone unaware to whatever heartbreak you would encounter today.

finally you were resting. your sleep schedule had been so fucked from all the nights you spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where you fucked up. you were woken up by a text message. the notification caught you off guard. as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of your screen, the contact name finally focused into view.

‘matt 💘.’

you checked the time: 3:25 am. the moonlight shining into your room as your brows furrowed while you clicked on the message. your heart pounded in your chest, what could he want?

‘u up?’

oh. could be worse. you typed back a response, nails clicking against the illuminated screen.

‘yea’

your reply was short and simple. as you finally started to wake up, your phone went off again. you couldn’t help the way you opened his message immediately, it was almost like it was instinct.

‘alr wyd’

was he serious? he completely destroyed you, and now he has the fucking nerve to ask what your doing? anger didn’t flood your body, instead feelings of confusion took over. you couldn’t hate matt, you didn’t have it in you. you knew you couldn’t stand on business, matt did too. he abused his power over you, using it to manipulate his way back into your life multiple times.

‘just woke up, hbu?’

the next few minutes are long, you sit at your phone waiting for a reply. you know he read the message, so why go MIA now? you sigh, setting your phone down and picking at your nails. after a while of staring up at the ceiling, your phone pings again. you fumble to pick it up, shocked when you see not a text from matt, but instead a video.

matt’s holding the camera at angle that allows you to see all the dirty details. his jaw lingers at the top of the screen while his hands fist his cock desperately at the bottom. his tips red, hand working at a speed you’ve never seen before. his groans filling up the sound of your room while you turn up your volume.

wetness pooled in your panties immediately. you felt filthy. you were broken away from that thought by matt’s voice. ‘f-fuck- miss you so much baby. can’t cum the same way i do when im with yo-you’ he whines out. you can feel your face go red as you keep yourself from reaching down into your soaked panties.

‘’m so- so sorry for everything sweetheart’ he cries out, biting his lip to contain his groans. ‘wanna show you how sorry i am, please’ his tones apologetic, but it’s covered by his need. matt’s jaw clenches whilst his thumb rubs over his tip.

‘shit- ‘m so close baby. can’t stop thinking about you—how pretty you are when you take me. can’t stop thinking about the way your eyes roll back while i eat that pussy; my pussy.’ the camera pans up a bit more, allowing you to see matt’s flushed expression.

‘just-‘ a whine escapes his lips ‘just kiss you, everything about you. ‘m gonna c-cum! fuck-‘ the video cuts. your soaked, thighs pressing together as your body begs for some sort of relief. you break, typing back a response as quickly as possible.

‘come over, i’ll let you in the back door’

read 3:37 am.

after 15 minutes pass, you receive a message from matt that he’s outside. you walk out your room, carefully sneaking down the steps and to the back door in your kitchen. outside the door stands matt, in just grey sweats and a baggy hoodie.

‘matt, i mi-‘ your cut off by matt’s lips on yours. he puts one hand on your cheek, using the other one to close the back door quietly. his kiss is hungry, tongue slipping into your mouth as you kiss back. his hands now travel to your waist.

he pulls away, tightening his grip on your waist. ‘jump’ he speaks, tone demanding. you listen, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against him tight. he kisses you again, leading you up the steps into your bedroom. he pushes your door open quietly, using his foot to close it.

he practically throws you onto the bed, throwing his hoodie over his head and onto the floor. he leans down and pulls up your small top, the way your tits bounce captivating him for a moment. ‘fuck, missed this so much’ he mumbles, placing kisses down your chest until he reaches your nipples. he pops the sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

your back arches off the soft sheets beneath you. ‘fuck- matt’ you tangle your hands into his hair and tug on it softly. he releases your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ sound, kissing his way down your stomach. ‘lemme show you how sorry i am, please sweetheart?’

you nod, working with matt to remove the small shorts you had on. your panties and shorts are discarded into the pile on the floor, matt kissing your inner thigh. you feel his stubble rubbing against you, the feeling only adding to your desire. ‘please’ you beg, legs already threatening to shut.

matt suddenly grips your thighs ‘keep your fuckin legs open.’ his grip is so tight your sure you’ll have his finger marks on you for the next 2 weeks. ‘’m sorry’ you whine, looking down at the blue eyed man between your thighs.

‘good girl’ he finishes kissing up your thighs, tongue coming into contact with where you desperately need him. soft whines slip past your lips as he works his muscle in between your wet folds. he groans out against you, the vibrations sending you to another dimension. ‘taste so sweet, missed this fuckin pussy’ his voice is muffled by your wet cunt, your juices already covering his mouth.

‘fuck- feels so good matt’ you mewl. you hated the way you missed his tongue, fuck you just hated the way you missed him. matt took your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. the action was small, but it made the moment feel much more gentle, and genuinely intimate.

as matt continued to work his tongue in your folds, your orgasm crept its way up. with a final flick of his tongue, the coil in your stomach snapped. your nails scratched against his scalp as a loud moan escaped your mouth. you couldn’t give two fucks about your brother who was only two rooms over.

matt came back up, his skin glistening with your arousal. he releases your hand to cup your face gently, pulling you into a kiss. your saliva intertwines with a mix of his and your own cum, the taste sitting on your tongue.

matt pulls back and fumbles with his sweatpants, not even bothering to take them off. he pulls out his cock, which still shocks you just as much as it did the first time. he takes his leaking tip and rubs it against your wet slit, using it to mix together his spit and your cum.

you gasp at the touch, body jolting with pleasure. ‘please matt, jus’ put it in’ you beg, voice barely above a whisper. matt lets out a low chuckle at your words. ‘speak up sweetheart, can’t hear you.’

you repeat yourself, this time louder ‘put it in i nee’you so bad.’ he smirks, ramming his length into you. you cry out, arching your back off the sheets. you reach up, digging your manicured nails into the soft skin of matt’s shoulders. you run your hands down his arms, leaving faint red marks along his biceps.

‘fuckin missed this—missed you baby’ he groans out, putting his head down beside yours to kiss your neck. matt continues pounding into you, leaving red marks on the soft skin of your neck. he inhales your scent, a mix of perfume and sex sitting on your skin. your perfume alone was enough to make him cum, but he held it— wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as possible.

‘’s too much! matt- fuck! ‘m sensitive’ you whine into matt’s ear, soft moans slipping past your lips. the room was silent, aside from the sounds of skin slapping together. matt’s hips pounded into you, making your brain go fuzzy.

it was all too much, the overwhelming sensations making you completely brain dead. the only thing you could focus on was the sounds of matt groaning in your ear. ‘sound so pretty, keep making those pretty noises baby- fuck’

your orgasm was approaching quickly. every thrust with matt’s tip kissing your cervix had you clawing at him. he held your hips in place with a firm, harsh grip. he didn’t care if it hurt you, he couldn’t have you running from him.

as matt continued to fuck into you, pulling up your ankle and placing it on his shoulder, he hit a new spot. you cried out, eyes rolling back as drool dripped down the side of your chin. your body began to tremble, thighs practically vibrating.

you felt an unfamiliar and unexpected sensation; almost like you needed to pee. you tried to claw your way out of matt’s grip, pushing back on his chest but his grip was just too tight. before you could warn him, a clear liquid gushed out of you.

‘holy shit- that’s fuckin right squirt f’me baby. such a good girl’ his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued his thrusts. matt’s orgasm followed almost directly after yours—pumping you full of his cum.

filling you up another two times, matt pulled out. your ass was still in the air as his cum leaked out of your wet cunt. matt admired his work, spreading your folds to look at the mess he made. ‘shit- look at that. look how pretty this pussy is when i breed it.’

your face turned red as you sat up. you were spent, you don’t think you even had another orgasm in you. but matt? still rock hard. he noticed the way your eyes wandered down to his hard cock that was pressed flush against his stomach. ‘wanna suck me before i go baby? have me cum all on that pretty face?’

you shake your head, you had an even better idea in mind. you push your tits together, leaning down and pushing matt’s wet dick in between them. ‘what are you-‘ matt’s cut off as you start to move up and down, using your tits to get him off.

‘that’s it baby- fuck- look at me.’ he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and making you look up at him through your eyelashes. there was something about the way your eyes looked so dazed, so fucked out, that drove matt insane. he stared down at you hungrily, thrusting his sensitive length to help him finish faster.

hot, thick ropes of cum shot out of matt’s cock, landing on your chest and your face. matt let out a long and desperate whine, continuing to fuck your tits through his orgasm. as he pulls back, he stands and grabs a towel from the corner of the room, wiping his cock off. he tosses it onto the bed while beginning to put his clothes back on.

‘i’ll let myself out’ his tone is cold, completely different from the honey-laced voice he had just a moment ago. ‘oh,’ you mumble ‘i missed you-‘ matt doesn’t even listen, walking out of your bedroom.

the nose of your bedroom door woke up your brother. nate wasn’t a light sleeper, but his body always naturally woke him up early. he rolled over, noticing the time on the clock; 6:25 am. he wondered why you’d be up so early. stretching, he stands up out his bed when he hears the front door shut.

nate’s room was almost directly above the front door, his window giving him a perfect view of the sidewalk in front of his house. he peeks out the blinds, noticing not you walking but his best friend. you’ve got to be fucking kidding him.

fuming, nate walks over to your door. he knocks to make sure you’re decent. you walk to the door, hair messy and back into your pjs from before ‘huh?’ you pretend to rub the sleep out your eyes. nate’s jaw is clenched and so are his fists. ‘who just left?’

you try to act confused, but your brother knows you better than anyone. ‘no one?’ you question, a look of mock confusion taking over your features. ‘don’t bullshit me kid, who just left?’

‘nate, you’re fucking crazy—no one was here’ you go to shut the door, but nate uses his foot to block it. ‘matt was here. i just watched him drive away, how are you gonna fuckin deny that?’ he raises his voice, his angry tone now showing.

‘he’s not shit—you know that right?’ nate scoffs in disbelief at you ‘he literally told you to your face you didn’t mean shit to him, and you just let him over? are you so fucking serious?’

‘you don’t understand shit nate, i love him and he loves me. you don’t have to like it, it just is what it is.’ you push nate’s foot and slam your door. you climb back into your bed, grabbing your phone to text matt.

‘nate saw u leave he’s pissed’

read 6:29 am.

‘i missed you so much’

read 6:29 am.

‘matt??’

read 6:29 am.

silence. you know he read the messages, why wasn’t he responding? you try to call him, hoping that’ll get you an answer.

(3) outgoing call; ‘matt 💘.’

6:30 am.

6:32 am.

6:45 am.

finally, a notification.

‘bro stop blowing my phone up. i don’t want you 😂’

part three here.

angel speaks 🪽; lowk might make this an au and a series idk

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✿ ✿ 〞arguements with skz

✰ pairings :  ot8!skz x gn!reader

✰ genre : angst

✰ warnings :  heavy angst, mentions of toxic behavior in some, misunderstandings, failing to communicate

✰ word count :   2.7k + words

part 2

౨₊ৎ chan

"why are you so angry about all this?"

“you’re seriously asking me that?” his brows raised in disbelief as he spoke.

this what you two had been dealing with lately. unnecessary fights and constant bickering over anything. even today, a weekend, which chan called his ‘golden day’ , you two were yelling across the room.

“yes i am. and i’ll keep asking till you stop acting petty,” you looked him dead in the eye now. your faces were edging closer and closer to his, a defiant glare sparkling in your eyes. chan glared back, but he looked away as quickly, not being able to look at you when you two were fighting. he was used to the warm and admiring gazes, but not these sharp and angry stares. it made his stomach churn with the thought, what if you both got tired of fighting one day?

“if you’re not going to open your mouth no one will be sleeping tonight,” your voice snaps him back to reality, he silently stares at the floor with his head hung low.

“you know i hate him, don't you? i’ve told this story to you like a thousand times already and yet you still talked to him! do you think that’s fair?” he raised his voice and immediately regretted it. but there was no taking it back now. words can only be taken back in laptops or phones, not in real life.

“i just talked to him for barely even two minutes, chan! you’re being ridiculous at this point. do you think this is fair?” you cock your eyebrow at him, not hesitating to raise your voice as well since he walked down that path first.

“it doesn’t matter how long you talked, the point is you talked even after knowing our rough past. it’s almost like you don’t care about me or my feelings anymore! you’ve changed. you’ve become. . . selfish,” ouch. that had to hurt. and chan noticed the way your eyes instantly dulled. he licked his lower lip anxiously and watched as your frown deepened.

there were no further words uttered from your side which made him realise just how far he went, “babe. . . i- sorry,” the words were stuck in his throat and he could practically feel the tears building in his eyes as you took a shaky breath. he took a step closer and raised his hand to touch your face, but you avoided that and walked away.

maybe it was selfish indeed. or maybe not, he wished to not answer that as he sat on the couch and dragged a hand across his face filled with guilt. and as he stared at the hallway where you walked out, he could only hope to turn back the time and undo his mistake. but for now, he needed to wait. or fight for you.

౨₊ৎ minho

minho let out a frustrated groan when he felt the couch dip beside him. he threw a mere glance, before opening his laptop and typing something. it was unusual of him to act this frustrated and even when you tried to talk to him he glared in your way.

“i understand you’re having a bad day but it doesn’t mean that you can act however you want,” you muttered and scooted away from him before crossing your arms over your chest.

“then simply don’t understand,” he muttered nonchalantly and leaned closer to the laptop screen as he typed. this infuriated you even more.

“can you at least pretend to care? i’m not a statue sitting beside you!” his gaze shifted to you and he pressed his lips into a straight line.

“of course i will! should i even leave my job and tell my boss that my partner wanted to argue with me while i work?” sarcasm dropped all over his tone and it made you nauseous. you couldn’t believe your ears thay minho, lee minho was acting this way. he rolled his eyes and muttered a ‘thought so’ , upon seeing you go quiet and diverted his gaze back to the laptop in front of him.

“why do you have to make everything so difficult? why can’t you just talk like normal people do?” your gaze hardened and he could feel it. rolling his eyes, he switched his gaze back to you and saw you, a new you. your jaw was clenched harshly it was almost as if you were a ticking time bomb, just finding the right time and you could explode.

but minho was no less. the last thing he wanted was to submit his work after his deadline. and time was ticking as always. it doesn’t wait for him.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you! you need to know that. i have submissions to make and i can’t afford to lose my job when i’m this close to getting promoted,” with a final look he picked up his laptop and marched into your shared room. you poked your inner cheek with a tongue and wiped a lone tear that dripped on your cheek. this was going to be one hell of a night. and what hurt you even more is that he didn't even try.

౨₊ৎ changbin

changbin just unlocked the door to your shared apartment and quietly took off his shoes before slipping in the flip-flops. his heart dropped out it’s chest when he saw the date and time. it was two minutes past three. and he wasn’t surprised when the lights flicked on and there you stood, with an exhausted expression and wearing formals.

“shit. . . babe i’m so sorry-“

“you’re sorry?” your scoff definitely took him back. he stared at you nervously and felt his palms get clammy.

“if you’re sorry then you wouldn’t have forgotten our second anniversary! if you’re sorry then you wouldn’t have forgotten our booking! and if you’re really sorry then you would’ve at least called!” you yelled loudly and he could feel himself grow annoyed even though he was at fault.

“babe, i’ve had a tiring day and a bad headache. could you please not shout?” his soft tone took you by surprise but there was disappointment all over your face as he simply began to walk away.

“that’s it then? you’re just walking away like that? like a coward running away from his problems?” your throat felt dry when his head turned and his eyes met yours. his brows were furrowed in anger and he took a step towards you.

“me? a coward? if working my ass off means i’m a coward then maybe i am one. but i’m not running away from my problems. i’m simply solving them at the right times,” he muttered and gave you a tight smile.

“right time, huh? then why can’t you appear at the right times during our dates?” you replied, weakly. you were tired too. tired of his excuses, his empty promises, his apologies. they felt like nothing anymore. he had let you down too many times.

he opened his mouth to say something but closed it back again realising it could worsen the situation. with a soft sigh, he pressed his lips to your head and muttered a sorry before walking away.

maybe, the right time required you both to sit down and talk calmly.

hyunjin

“baby,” you hummed in response, making him continue, “i have a tour coming up so i’ll be gone for two months.”

the words slipped his mouth so easily as if he almost didn’t care. he came back home a week ago. out of which, he spent more than half of his time occupied at the company.

“you just came back!” the exasperation was visible in your tone and hyunjin bit his lip, feeling guilty. he cupped your face and said, “i’ll call you everyday, i promise.”

with a glare you shrugged his hands off and sat straighter to get your point clear, “if i wanted a boyfriend who can only call me why didn’t i just go for long distance?”

hyunjin’s expression changed. he ran a hand through his hair harshly, “i thought you knew what you were getting to when you started dating me.”

“yes i did! i still do. but that doesn’t change the fact that you have the upper hand in your life. which means you should be able to make some time for me?” it felt pathetic, to beg for his time. to sit there at home waiting for him. always. like the desperate being you were. and you began to even pity yourself.

“how long do i have to wait for you hyun? just how long?” and as the tears finally slipped through, hyunjin pulled you in a tight hug. he let you hit him. he let you curse him. and in the end he didn’t let you walk and slip away. but maybe, trying harder would be better. the thing that stung the most was time. time that he didn't have for you. time that he promised he would give, but never did. maybe it was time to take some right decisions for both of you.

౨₊ৎ han

you had been trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you for about 15 minutes now. it was a chore. it was exhausting. but you knew something was wrong and you weren't going to let him suffer alone.

“what’s your problem?” he snapped. annoyance written bold on his forehead as he stared at you, waiting for an answer.

“you’re too unusually quiet today,” you muttered under your breath but he managed to hear it.

it was one of those days where the two of you didn’t hold back.

“oh so now you decide whether i talk or not?” you sighed noticing him still look annoyed.

“don’t put words in my mouth jisung,” your eyes warned him, and he snapped himself out of it before covering his face with his hands.

“can you just go away for now?” he whispered and looked at you. he looked so . . . tired.

“is that a request or a warning?” your joke had no smiles, neither out of you nor him. he expectantly looked at you making you bitterly nod to yourself.

“always has to be me,” and even though it reached his ears he gave no expression, seemingly feel his head throb with thinking too much. he slammed his hands on the desk it made him feel better, maybe not much. but it did not fill the gap in his chest. and it hurt him to reach this point.

౨₊ৎ felix

“lix, i don’t think i can do this anymore,” you muttered and looked away knowing that one look at his face would have you running back in his arms. you had become that weak for him. that weak that you couldn’t resist him or his lies.

“what do you mean baby?” he looked so confused that you almost felt guilty, but then you remembered that he was just being innocent. as if he didn’t lie to you a hundred times. as if he didn’t cause you pain and misery almost everyday.

“i’m tired of you, lix. i’m also tired of us. how long are you going to make me suffer?” your tone caught him by surprise. he stared at you baffled, trying to find words to make you stop speaking like that anymore but he chose to remain quiet when he saw that look of sadness take up on your expression.

“i know we fight a lot babe but i swear i love you,” he held your hands in his hands and pressed a tender kiss while looking at you.

there it was. those words he uttered again, just like always. he would hurt you and then later on he would sweet talk you. and you had grown extremely tired of it.

shrugging his hands off you took a step back, “that’s it felix! if you try to manipulate me once more i’m breaking up with you!”

his brows furrowed in confusion. he didn’t know what you were playing at, but he wasn’t going to back off after being told those words.

“manipulate? i’m simply trying to remain calm! but looks like all my efforts are going in vain,” hurt spread all across his face as he said it. maybe you overthinking it, or maybe not. but one thing was clear, you both hurt each other in ways you didn’t know.

“you always do this! make promises you can’t keep and then talk me out of it,” and even though you stood firm with your decision, you weren’t a fool to not notice the way his shoulders slumped down, and his mouth turn downwards forming a frown.

“what more do i have to do to make you believe that i a sincere about this, about us?” he let out an exasperated sigh after pointing between the two of you.

“just be honest and love me,” and as you uttered those words, your eyes met his and you could see the way it reflected deep sorrow and perhaps guilt? you couldn’t name it.

with a dejected nod, he grabbed his wallet, bag and phone before rushing out of the house.

“i’ll be staying over at chan’s,” he muttered giving you one final look, as if telling you to stop him. but you didn’t, you just nodded and looked away.

he felt all his hopes shatter down upon that one thing, all the things he dreamt of for future could be seen crumbling down and all he could do was let out a shaky breath with his hand trembling all the while as he drove away.

౨₊ৎ seungmin

“where were you?” he practically shouted, startling you.

“i told you i was out with some friends,” you replied, trying to be the calm one.

“some friends? or a special friend?” his tone felt poisonous. it felt unfamiliar on his tongue to speak in this way but he tried not to look too fazed.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you replied pointedly, totally forgetting about remaining calm and stared at him.

“you know exactly what i mean,” his voice lowered down for a second and so did the anger in his gaze, but he held contact wanting you to know it was serious.

“i’ve called you like a million times and i was worried sick because you didn’t tell me where you went!”

“i can take care of myself, seungmin.”

“sure you can, but i don’t trust the other men,” he sighed and his eyes finally softened.

“good night,” he mumbled and walked away, leaving you standing all alone. things were getting better for worse? or for better?

౨₊ৎ jeongin

“stop shouting,’’ he said. It almost made you scoff when he was the one who started it.

“babe it wasn’t funny you know that?’’ you muttered, dejected but he just looked away not having any words to speak.

“i understand they are your friends but you can’t just go and tell them about my problems like that!’’ jeongin let out a deep sigh and looked at you.

“i thought maybe they could help in a way. they’re like my family.’’

“still. you could’ve at least asked me before telling them, you’re basically feeding off every bit of my secrets and i’m even scared to tell you anything now,’’ now that sounded ridiculous to him. you could trust him, and he wanted you to know that.

“you’re clearly overreacting. i just told them why you were feeling off,’’ he ran a hand through his hair growing frustrated that you both didn’t understand each other.

“you gave them the entire speech jeongin. don’t you dare lie to my face!’’ that was the high point. the two of you looked at each other with an abnormally furious gaze. and it made you realise just how long would it take for this to end?

“i’m not lying! Why don’t you understand me? i was just trying to make you feel better!’’

“if you wanted to make me feel better then you could’ve talked to me! and not them!’’

a minute of silence was all that was heard before you took your cue to speak, “am i dating you or am i dating them?’’ the tears came as quickly as they fell. you had grabbed your coat and bag, heading for the door. you didn't think anything else could hurt you. but you were wrong.

what hurt the most was that he didn't stop you.

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Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Kurapika never enjoys chaining you up. Not only is it humiliating for you, but he hates seeing the fear and panic on your face when you can’t move.

But it was necessary today, unfortunately.

The day had started out normally. He held you in his lap, giving the top of your head soft kisses as he enjoyed his tea and a good book. You were very compliant, even leaning against his chest, into his touch.

He should have known something was up with you then. You were buttering him up, leading him into a false sense of security. Kurapika truly believed that things were getting better, that you had finally accepted your place by his side, and that maybe… you had even started to love him too.

But he had been wrong, and the truth was enough to break his heart.

Because of your good behavior as of late, he had decided to take you out on a date. You had been laying down hints that you were interested in the aquarium that had opened up in town, and it had been months since you’d last been outside of his property.

The small cabin and garden were nice, but you were getting beyond bored of it. Kurapika believed some time outside may lift your spirits, and even help the two of you bond.

He should have known better.

You were acting like the perfect little girlfriend, holding his hand, letting him explain to you the biology of some of the undersea creatures you passed by in the aquarium, and even sweetly sharing an ice cream cone with him.

It was near the end of the tour when you started looking around, squeezing your legs together.

“Are you alright?” Kurapika asked, his brows knit together in concern.

“A-ah, I’m okay… I just need to use the bathroom…”

Usually, that would have made him suspicious, but you had drank two bottles of water during the walk. He could understand that your bladder just be full, and he was calmed when he noticed you seemed embarrassed to ask him for help. You really did need to use the bathroom.

“Alright, I think I saw one near the exit.”

Kurapika guided you to the bathroom, squeezing your hand and leaning into whisper into your ear. “My angel, you have 5 minutes to get your business done with. Am I clear?”

You nodded quickly, shifting your weight. “Y-yes! Can I go now?”

He sighed, letting your hand go. Even when he was sure there was no way for you to escape, letting you go in public made him irritable. “Hurry.”

He watched you go, smiling slightly when you squeaked and avoided eye contact with any male that came within 5 feet of you. Kurapika wasn’t the type to kill anyone that came near you, but someone touching or talking to you was a different story. You were keeping others from getting hurt, something he found sweet.

If only you knew the amount of people he had killed on your behalf. Maybe you would be so complacent when he curled up with you at night.

Kurapika leaned against the wall, glancing down at the time on his phone. It had been 5 minutes already, and you had yet to walk out. Since it wasn’t busy and people often mistook him for a woman, Kurapika decided to walk in and get you himself, or at least check on you. He didn’t want to embarrass you if you had a stomach ache, so he used In to cloak his presence.

He just didn’t expect to see your plump ass wiggling and squirming as you tried to escape out of a small window.

Kurapika was less angry, more heartbroken and disappointed. He had assumed the two of you were finally getting to the point where he could trust you a little… just for you to try and escape.

“Seems you can’t be trusted, (Name).”

He watched as you flinched from the sound of his voice. It didn’t feel good to know you were afraid of him. “I hope you know this means you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll be staying home until further notice.”

Kurapika was well aware that you knew running from him when you were in his line of sight would result in him swiftly catching you, so he waited for a moment for you to pull yourself out of the window and walk back. If you were good and stayed quiet while he drove you home, he might even forget this silly little attempt. It was unsuccessful after all… no harm, right?

But you stayed there, and he could see your thighs starting to tremble slightly from having you stand on your tippy toes to reach the window. Your entire upper half was outside…

“I’m… stuck…”

Kurapika blinked, glancing from you to the bathroom door. “You’re… stuck? Really? You didn’t think this through at all.”

“J-just help me!” you yelped, though you immediately backtracked when you felt his aura frow cold. “P-please, Pika.”

The use of the nickname you had given him before he had kidnapped you, when the two of you had been dating and in love made him calm down immediately. You didn’t use it often now, only when you really needed something or when you were in trouble. Even though he knew it was just to soften him up, he gave in every time.

He just wanted you to call him that again, for you to love him again.

“Alright…”

Kurapika walked forward, eyeing your wiggling hips with his scarlet orbs. He may not be furious, but he still felt anger and betrayal at your attempts to get away from him.

Did he not give you a carefree life, where you wanted for nothing and was pampered like a princess? Hell, the blonde had recreated your room from home to make sure you were as comfortable as possible when he kidnapped took you away.

His hand grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the fatty flesh. It reminded him of the times before he took you, when he would hold onto you right as he fucked into your soaking cunt, whispering words of love and worship. You were his everything, and he did all of these things to keep you safe…

Couldn’t you see that? Couldn’t you understand that behind all of his actions that may seem cruel and unfair, that he did it all for you? Kurapika had thrown away his moral code, sacrificed sleep and time all for you.

Maybe he just had to remind you how good it felt to be with him.

He started off with a soft caress to the small of your back, slowly moving his hand to cup your ass. You let out a yelp, your wiggling increasing. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

He squeezed harder, his thumb rubbing against your clothes cunt. “Quiet. You just need a little reminder, my angel. You won’t want to leave again after this…”

Kurapika bent down, lifting your skirt to get to your panties. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled up in his chest when he saw the wet spot already forming. Just his touch could get you like this…

“Oh, my little angel… is this why you’ve been so restless? Been missing me?” he muttered to himself, giving a soft kiss to your clothed pussy. “I’m sorry… I wanted to give you space to get used to your new home, I should have been taking care of you better.”

You could only whine, feeling his hands easily pry open your thighs. Your panties were ripped off, tossed to the side so he could get to your pretty, dripping cunt.

“How I’ve missed you…” he said softly, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “I love you so much… let me take care of you, like I used to…”

You were barely able to hold back your moans as his tongue lapped at your folds softly, finding your clit within seconds. He couldn’t help smirking when you pressed your pussy against tongue. You wanted more, you were just too shy to say it… right?

He sucked softly on your clit, his fingers teasing your hole as you panted. “P-please…” you whispered, your legs shaking. Your face was hot and you were starting to sweat, the outside air muggy from the small rainstorm earlier that day. “Need it…”

And he complied, fucking you on his fingers. His other hand kept a hold of your hip as his tongue lapped softly at your clit. “Whatever you want, my angel. Anything you ask for is yours…”

Kurapika kept at it until you cried out his name, moving your hips to meet his fingers. “G-gonna-!”

You came, making a mess on his hand. He didn’t mind at all though, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he licked away the mess. “There we go… you must feel better now, right?”

You nodded, but he couldn’t see that so you answered softly, still recovering. “Y-yeah…”

It did feel good… but you still didn’t want to be trapped with him. You had loved Kurapika once, and maybe you still cared for him to some extent, but being kidnapped and forced into isolation where he was your only company would drive anyone insane…

“I wanna… go home…” you murmured, feeling him pull your panties back over your ass. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you like this. Dressing you, brushing your teeth, doing your hair… even though you could do it all yourself, he insisted on helping you.

Maybe he wanted to feel useful so you would willing stay with him. A willing lover was much better than a captive one.

As he tugged your skirt into place, he grabbed your hips and easily pulled you out of the window. You sighed in relief, though that didn’t last long.

You felt the familiar cold sensations of chains wrapping around you, keeping your arms pressed against your side and unusable. You had been hoping he wouldn’t punish you since he had been so sweet.. but it seemed your actions were still enough to at least slightly anger him.

“Since you can’t be trusted, you’re going to stay like this the whole way home. And when we’re back…”

He formed a chain on her wrist that linked to his. “You’ll be tethered to me at all times, until you can learn to behave.”

He seemed weirdly excited about this, his face nuzzling softly against your neck as he walked you to his car.

You were starting to realize this was less of a punishment for you, and more of a treat for him.

Well… at least he seemed happy and wasn’t staring at you coldly before leaving you alone for months. That was the usual punishment. Isolation from even him. When Kurapika was the only human you received human contact and interaction from, it was torture being ignored.

So you counted yourself lucky, only pouting a little at his clingy nature.

‘Surely she understands my love and devotion to her her now.’

He deluded himself into thinking everything was okay… you were by his side, letting him hold you close as the two of you were linked together by the short chain.

In reality, you didn’t want to move away from him and get him in a sour mood after your behavior earlier. So you stayed still and quiet, your face slightly warm as he muttered those same words of adoration that you’d hear every time the two of you made love.

Your heart was beating fast, even though you didn’t want to feel these fuzzy feelings. You still loved him, forever tethered to him whether you liked it or not.

Escape was looking less and less likely… so instead of thinking about it too much, you tried your best to relax, feeling him harden against you.

Would it be so bad to have sex with the man that stole you away from the life you had before? He had been your boyfriend, and god you were too horny to even think as he tugged your panties to the side.

“You want this?” Kurapika asked, his cock rubbing against your needy pussy.

“Y-yes, please Pika!”

And he couldn’t deny you… not when you were begging for him.

His thrusts were messy, full of need and desperation for you. Kurapika had missed this, missed being inside of your warm, tight cunt. It had been months since he had last buried himself inside of you, days before your relationship was changed forever due to him stealing you away.

It felt so good, the both of you feeling all the tension fading away as you were able to focus on nothing but the feeling of your bodies joining together.

“P-Pika!”

His heart pounded in his chest when he heard you call for him. There was no underlying motive, you just wanted him, wanted him to hold you and make you feel good like he did before. You still loved him so much, it hurt. It hurt your very sole to be so reliant on someone that stole your freedom.

“I’m here… shh…”

He quieted you with a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as you came. Kurapika couldn’t help the way his cock twitched inside of you as he thought about the possibility this creampie could get your pregnant.

One of the things he wanted in life was a family, to continue the Kurta clan bloodline. And you, panting softly after coming down from your high, were the only one he wanted to make a mother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Kurapika carried you to the bathroom, undressing you. Before, he may have been flustered at the sight of your naked body, but he had been dating you for nearly three years… if you counted the 6 months you’d been held captive with him.

Your body still made him blush, but it was familiar, warm. Safe.

After a quick bath, the two of you curled up in bed together. You didn’t have much of a choice considering the chain keeping the two of you tethered, but even if you weren’t tied to each other, you still would have wanted his comfort after sex.

“Did so well…” he whispered, kissing your forehead. No matter what you did, Kurapika was always so gentle with you.

You could kick, yell, bite, insult him, and scream at the top of your lungs, but he would only restrain you and hold you close. His touch was never rough or meant to hurt you…

“Tired, Pika…”

He hummed softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Sleep. I’ll be here, like always.”

It was meant to reassure you, but the thought of never being able to escape him still made you uneasy. Even if you did love him, even if he made you feel good and fuzzy inside… your freedom would still always be out of your reach.

Regardless, it had been a long day, and sleep took you without any consideration for your feelings.

As you dozed off, Kurapika just watched you. He was hopeful that soon enough, he would no longer have to keep you chained for him.

All he wanted was for you to stay with him, to be happy by his side…

And as you slept, curled up in his arms, he smiled softly.

You would always be with him, safe in his arms and away from the nasty outside world full of hate and misery.

He would keep you happy, make sure you were never hurt in any way. His mind couldn’t rest when you weren’t by his side… he needed you just as much as he needed to keep you safe.

Kurapika’s eyes grew heavy, and he knew that soon, he would join you in sleep. He could rest easy, knowing that his darling was right here with him, content and asleep.

“I love you, my precious angel. I hope you know that…”

[agathawellbelov3d]

Part 33 w a written part as well 🙂‍↕️ formatting is weird though

Sorry haven’t posted in a couple days. Been busy my sister is in the hospital.

Baz

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what seems like hours, listening to the faint hum of the campus through the walls. The frustrating absence of Simon’s breathing is a noticeable ache. It’s too quiet without him, no restless shifting or muttered nonsense as he talks in his sleep. I never thought I’d miss the sound of someone else existing, but here I am. Awake. And pathetic.

I’d tell myself I don’t care. He’s probably passed out on Shep’s couch after a night of video games, ice cream, and something stupid. But my ears keep straining to hear his steps. I hate that I’m this attuned to him. I hate that, and I still wish he were here.

We’re not even friends, which is the most pathetic part. Whatever weird dance we have going on is a temporary arrangement. I’m sure he’ll return to ignoring my existence when midterms blow over, like he always has.

Then I hear it.

A soft shuffling outside the door. Keys jingling, too loud in the dead silence of the room. He fumbles with the lock like he’s trying not to wake me, which is stupid, because I rarely ever sleep.

The door creaks open. There is a pause. As he steps in, his sneakers scuff against the floor, and he gently closes the door behind him.

I roll over on my back, snatch my phone off the nightstand, and type absently, the glow of my cell phone harsh in the dark.

“Did Shep kick you out, or did you just remember you live here?”

I hit send, tossing the phone beside me on the mattress.

I’m truly hopeless.

I hear the buzz of the phone in his pocket. And then, his voice. Tired, a little hoarse.

“Of course you’re awake,” he sighs. “Vampire.”

I bite down on a smile. It’s stupid. I’m stupid.

The floor creaks as he throws his jacket onto his bed. The gentle thunk of his bag hitting the floor. I can hear everything he’s doing, like my ears are attuned to him. In a way, they are, infuriatingly.

His footsteps stop between our beds. I don’t move or say anything. I stare at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

Then, voice quieter now, groggy and barely awake, “Baz?”

He says my name like it means something. I hate that it does.

I keep my eyes on the ceiling. “What?” I say, trying to sound annoyed.

A pause. And then, “Do you hate me?”

I close my eyes. “I thought we established that I didn’t.”

He makes a quiet noise, almost a laugh. “Right.”

The room is no longer silent with his breathing, but the absence of his speech eats at me alive.

“Are we friends?”

It lands like a stone in my chest. I turn my head to look at him. He’s still standing in the dark, silhouetted by the faint street light from the window. His hair is messy, curls jutting out at odd angles, and his usually bright blue eyes are sunken from lack of sleep. His wings are out, drooping behind him as if he doesn’t have the energy to hold them upright. His tail twitches near his ankle. He looks too soft. Too vulnerable.

“I don’t know what we are,” I say, my voice so quiet that I’m unsure if he can hear it.

He does. Of course he does. He always hears me, always notices, even when I don’t want him to.

He shifts, like his shoes are glued to the floor.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says, voice rough from lack of sleep.

I blink at him. “Then sleep.”

His wings shudder like he’s nervous. Then, slowly, he crosses the space between us and sits on the edge of my bed—the sound of sheets rustling as he settles.

I tense up without meaning to. This hasn’t happened before: shared space and accidental touches. It wasn’t even a month ago that I was avoiding him like the plague, terrified of what would happen if I let him get too close, afraid that I’d go soft. I think I already have—or have been—for a long time.

He doesn’t look at me, just stares at his hands in his lap. His fingers tap absently, like he’s too tired to fidget with his tail.

I glare at him through the corner of my eye, shifting over. “You have your own bed, Snow.”

“I know,” he mutters.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t explain. He sits there, as if the silence might make a case for him.

He’s a very odd creature. I hate that I find him so endearing.

Then, again, “I couldn’t sleep.” As if repeating himself would make him any less pathetic.

I force myself to breathe evenly, trying to ignore the way his presence beside me makes my heart pound in my ears. But I can’t ignore him.

“Why?” I ask, my voice low.

He’s still. His breathing is steady, but there’s something about how it stutters before leaving his chest. A nervousness that catches in the air, giving him away.

“I don’t know,” he says, the words defeated. “Just thoughts, I guess.”

I can’t stop myself from asking again.

“About what?”

His wings shift slightly, and I watch how he exhales, slow and heavy. He looks like he’s holding himself together by a thread.

“What do you think?” he asks, voice thick with exhaustion.

It’s like he’s telling me everything without saying it. His gaze flickers briefly, but not enough for me to lean into him. He’s too tired for games, and for once, I’m grateful.

I swallow. “Don’t know, Simon. That’s why I’m asking.”

But I do. We both do. I just don’t want to say it.

Simon’s silence feels so heavy, full of everything he hasn’t expressed, and I can almost feel the weight of his thoughts pressing in on me. I avoid looking at him, but I can sense his frustration, almost like it's floating between us. His wings flutter again, restless and tense, as if he’s longing to escape from this moment.

He inhales sharply, but it’s shaky, like he's trying to steady himself. “You don’t have to,” he mutters, so quietly that I’m unsure if he even wants me to hear it. His fingers drum lightly on the edge of my bed.

I push myself up on my elbows, suddenly feeling bold. “Have to what?” I ask.

His fingers freeze. He doesn’t answer immediately, and I wonder for a second if I’ve gone too far. I’ve pushed him too far, and he will retreat into that familiar silence that always leaves me searching for answers and wanting more. But then he exhales, a long, drawn-out breath, almost like relief.

He still won’t meet my eyes, but his voice is softer, “Have to pretend to like me,” he mutters. His tail curls at the end, giving away his nervousness.

I don’t know why I reply. Maybe I’ve gone soft for him. Perhaps it’s the safety of the dark. But I can’t let the words hang between us, unanswered.

My chest feels tight. “Why would I pretend to like you?” I ask. I can’t help the hint of disbelief that slips through my tone.

He shrugs, still staring at his hands, wings slumping. “I don’t know. It feels like you’re doing it because you have to, not because you want to.” His voice cracks a little on the last word.

I can’t help but help my usual snarkiness bleed into my tone, tiredness be damned. “You think I would pretend to like you? Because I felt like I had to? You don’t know me then, Snow.”

He exhales, a soft laugh. And I see the stiffness in his shoulders release. “I guess that makes sense.”

A pause.

“You’re still an ass, by the way.”

I feel a small, unexpected flicker of relief when he says it. It’s the Simon I’m used to, who’s already ready with some jab or biting remark to cut through the tension. It’s ridiculous. But it’s familiar.

“Glad to be noticed.”

He snorts softly, the sound muffled by exhaustion. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep you in check.”

I can’t help the small, genuine smile that tugs at my lips. It’s stupid how much I rely on these little moments, the stupid halfhearted insults that keep us from sinking into something more complicated. But it’s what I know, it’s familiar.

“Don’t get too cocky, Snow,” I tease back. “You might end up liking me if you’re not careful.”

There’s a beat of silence before he responds, the usually mocking annoyance in his voice fading. “Yeah, like I’d ever like you.”

The words should sting. They used to. But now they just sound tired like a bluff called too many times.

He doesn’t look at me when he says it. His tone is hollow, like even he doesn’t believe what he’s saying anymore. Like he’s repeating a line said so many times that it’s lost meaning.

“Right,” I say, pretending his discomfort doesn’t twist something in my chest. “You hate me. Got it.”

“I don’t hate you,” he says. “I don’t think I ever did. It’s just easier to pretend I did.”

Something sharp and unbearable lodges behind my ribs.

“Because if you didn’t hate me,” I say slowly, “you’d have to admit what this is.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, but when he does, he looks at me. His gaze is intense.

“Yeah,” he says. “Exactly that.”

He shifts. And then, slowly, like he’s afraid of shattering whatever’s hanging between us, he shifts. He leans back and lies down. Not away from me. Next to me.

I sit up straighter without meaning to, bracing for something: a confession, a joke, his stupid, infuriating warmth. I don’t know.

I stare at him, voice sharper than I intend. “What are you doing.

He freezes, then blinks at me. “I don’t know, he says honestly. “I just don’t want to go to sleep over there. Alone.”

His eyes flick to his bed. Then back to me.

“So you think you’d sneak into my bed like a cat and hope I wouldn’t kick you off?” I scoff.

He dares to smile. “Yeah.”

I shake my head. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, his voice rough. “I think you like it, though.”

I stare at the ceiling, rigid, my heart pounding like I’m eighteen again and I just caught him staring at me in the hallway.

After that, he doesn’t say anything; he just exhales softly. I can feel his warmth and the steady weight of his presence, and it’s maddening how much it steadies me, too.

I should move. I should.

But I don’t.

The silence stretches, but it doesn’t feel empty. It feels warm.

“You’re cold,” Simon says eventually.

I scoff, quietly, “I’m a vampire.”

He hums, like my perfectly reasonable excuse is still unacceptable

I feel the air shift. The leathery skin of one of his wings rustling as it unfurls, slowly and deliberately. It’s heavier than it looks, warm where it brushes against my arm. Then it settles over me, not possessive, just steady. Like he’s saying, stay without saying anything at all.

He’s quiet again after that.

And I don’t dare move.

Not because I’m afraid he’ll pull away, but because I’m afraid he’ll lean in.

[rhaeverie]

My Boss Followed Me Home for Christmas — pjs

‣ pairing: CEO!park jay x reader

‣ genre: fluff, coworkers-to-something more?, traces of hurt/comfort

‣ wc: 4.0k

‣ summary: Your ability to empathize was a blessing and curse. When you see your boss sitting alone in his office on Christmas Day, you can’t help but invite him to your family party. And when he actually says yes, you’re kind of stuck regretting the offer simply because you’re not sure how this is going to turn out.

‣ warnings: none I don’t think?, implications that Jay doesn’t have the best family (they’re just realllly busy, nothing too bad), reader has a big family, implied that reader is smaller/shorter than Jay

‣ an: 3rd in the True Love Gave to Me Series! I honestly enjoyed writing this so much (hence why it’s way longer than I wanted it to be),, the filipino rly jumped out in this with the big family and the games I’m sorry (>///<) it’s honestly just what I’m more familiar with so it was easier for me to write! Anyways,, ENJOY THIS AND THANKS FOR READING!!

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It was weird seeing the office so empty. 

You weren’t constantly dodging bodies on the way to your desk, you’re not overstimulated by the sounds of the printers and the ringing phones, and the place did not seem as suffocating as you usually make it out to be. 

But it was only empty because it was Christmas. There was absolutely no one here and you were only here to pick up your work agenda, which made complete sense why the office was so much more appealing. 

You wished it was usually like this. 

Your phone rings the second you reach your desk. When you go to check who was calling you, you find your mother’s contact photo blown up on your screen and you answer it almost right away. 

“Hey mom.”

“Honey, where are you? Are you on the way?” You can hear voices in the background at the other end of the line and you’re guessing your family just arrived at the party.

“I am,” you say, “I just dropped by the office to pick something up. I’m guessing I’ll be there in around fifteen to twenty minutes?” You lean against your desk. You realize your agenda is not sitting on your desk so you figured it was somewhere inside it. 

“Okay, hon,” your mom acknowledges your reply, “Take care on the way here, the roads are slippery.” She says something to someone next to her, and before you can even reply she hangs up. 

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and pull your desk cabinet open, immediately finding your agenda on top of everything. You mutter a 'there it is' before you push the cabinet back shut, turning to leave. 

It’s before you leave that you notice the light on at the end of the long hallway to the left of your desk. It was a hallway rather hidden from the main office, so you hadn’t taken notice of it at first, but now that you did take notice, curiosity had gotten the best of you. 

Because who in the world was here on Christmas? 

You’d take a good guess and say it was a caretaker, but you didn’t think any of the caretakers were even paid well enough to be here on a major holiday. So if it wasn’t a caretaker, who was it?

You quietly make your way down the hallway, passing empty offices along the way. Then once you’ve just about reached the seemingly occupied room, you halt and use your neck to peek around the corner. 

A gasp almost audibly leaves your lips when your eyes catch sight of your boss sitting alone at his desk. His brows are furrowed as he stares up at his screen, eyes looking rather intently at whatever he was working on. You can tell that he didn’t expect anyone to catch him at the office, dressed in a simple designer hoodie. 

You hate how one of the first thoughts that enter your mind is how attractive the man looks just sitting there and typing. But you were human, after all. 

“Sir?” 

Jay jumps at your voice, swearing under his breath, “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” His cheeks heat up in embarrassment, he makes brief eye contact with you before he avoids it altogether. 

“I was just,” you hold up your agenda, “Picking this up… what are you doing here, sir? Don’t you have any plans for Christmas?” Sure your reply seemed a bit inconsiderate because in the back of your mind you knew not everyone celebrated Christmas or the holidays… but your boss had a mini Christmas tree sitting at the corner of his desk, so you figured he did celebrate the season in some way. 

Jay’s still slightly taken aback, frozen in his seat as he studies the random lines on his computer, “I… don’t.” You watch the way his lips flicker into a frown for a quick second before he plasters a fake smile, “But it’s okay! I have a lot of work to do anyway for Wednesday! Better to catch up befo—”

“Sir, I know I don’t really have a right to say this, but you should take the day off and relax,” you frown. 

Jay is unsure how to reply. He sits in his seat for a few brief moments and his mouth bobs open and closed like a fish. Cause, frankly, how can he reply to that when he wants to do anything but go home to an empty house? Why did it have to be you who had to catch him?

If it were anyone else, they would have left him alone. 

If it were anyone else, it would have been easier to send them off with some dismissive reply he can muster up in his head.

“I don’t really want to go home,” Jay says quietly. It’s so quiet that you almost don’t catch it. But you do. And because you do, you catch the way his lips remain downturned. He just thinks you can’t see it behind the miniature Christmas tree.

You feel a tickling feeling in your chest and without thinking, you ask, “Do you want to come to my family’s Christmas party tonight?” It’s funny because you don’t regret your question (well, just a bit, but that’s beside the point). In fact, a small part of you was actually glad that your mouth had decided to choke the question out before you could hold yourself back. 

Jay gulps. He wasn’t against it, but wouldn’t it be odd for him to come? 

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

You take a step forward so that you can now clearly see him. His eyes were running over the keys of his keyboard over and over, trying to keep himself from looking at you. “You won’t be a bother. My family’s pretty big so there’s a lot of space.”

“It’s really okay, Y/N, I’m fine spending time here.” 

“Sir, I promise you, it’s fine,” you press, “My other family members bring guests all the time and we don’t care.” You take another step forward and now it was harder for Jay to avoid your gaze. 

He’s forced to look up at you and that was his mistake. Jay feels his chest explode with warmth because he now just realized that you were dressed more casually than he was used to. You were wearing a pair of baggy jeans and underneath your long coat, he could see Rudolph printed on your ugly Christmas sweater. He admits to himself that you looked adorable, but to remain professional he keeps that thought at the back of his head. 

“If… if you insist,” Jay replies slowly, unsure whether or not he should turn his computer off 

Your eyes light up, “Well, I’m going there right now. You can follow me to my house.” 

“Right now?” Jay’s hesitant to move, hand frozen on his mouse, “As in right this second?”

The answer was yes. Right that second. 

The next thing Jay knew, he was following you up the stairs of your front porch and he was not even sure how to act. He was a CEO for God’s sake. Why was he nervous about joining you for a Christmas party when he’s always up at the front of a business room speaking? It wasn’t like he was meeting your family as your boyfriend or anything (and it for sure wasn’t because he wanted to make a good impression on your family…). 

“Where are my damn keys…” You’re standing at your front door, wrist-deep and rummaging through your small bag. Jay awkwardly stands behind you, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet like a little kid. 

Before you can even find your keys, the door swings open to reveal a short older woman with a kind smile. Her eyes light up at the sight of you and when she exclaims “Honey! Finally!” Jay immediately figures that the woman is your mom.

“Come in, come in,” she quickly says, “It’s cold out there. Oh! And you must be…?” Your mom leans over to look at Jay who’s unsure whether he should actually move. 

You speak up for him, “Um, mom, this is my bos—”

“I’m Jay,” he interrupts, “I’m–uh–Y/N’s coworker and friend.” 

“His family is–uh–busy for Christmas so I invited him,” you quickly add, “I hope that’s okay with you, mom.” 

You look back at him with a questioning look but he quickly dismisses it, “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” 

“It’s no problem, the more the merrier! And oh, just call me Auntie! There’s really no need for those kinds of formalities,” your mom laughs. Then she looks over at you with a smirk ghosting her lips but she stops herself, “Everyone’s just waiting to eat.” 

You let your mom walk ahead and you stay back, “Sir, what—”

“Y/N, we’re not at work,” Jay points out. And hearing you call him sir was sort of irritating him right now, “It’s… Just call me Jay… besides you invited me into your home right?” Then he repeats what your mom said just moments ago, “No need for those kinds of formalities.”  

You can’t help but laugh, side-eyeing him, “Fine, if you say so, Jay.” 

You lead Jay into the house, and he’s greeted by your family members sprawled out all over the living room and kitchen. When you said your family was big, you weren’t kidding. He had no idea how he was supposed to approach this situation. 

When Jay turns the corner, trailing you closely, he’s met with a room full of people, all dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters like you were. A few of your older relatives were sitting at the dining table chatting about something seemingly interesting. At one corner of the nearby living room, right by the Christmas tree, were kids shaking presents, trying to take good guesses as to what they were receiving this year. And huddled on the couches was a group of young adults around your age—he’d guess they were your cousins—and they were having their own conversation, too. 

And though Jay should be feeling out of place because not only does he not know anyone but you, he wasn’t wearing an ugly Christmas sweater like everyone else was, he simply doesn’t. 

The atmosphere felt welcoming—that was his first impression. And he couldn't have been happier when you started introducing him to everyone, making him genuinely feel welcome.

Your aunts and uncles gazed at him with large eyes, curious about who this boy was despite you clearly introducing him as your friend. And when you brought him to meet your cousins last, you were surprised that Jay easily clicked with your guy cousins. It was like you were seeing a whole different side of your boss, one that proved that he was your age and not the uptight CEO you face at work.

“The dress code for this year was ugly Christmas sweaters,” you say once you both settled with your cousins, “But I’m guessing you already noticed.” Jay sits cross-legged in the empty spot next to you.

Jay nods, “Your family all seem so nice.” 

“I’m glad you think that,” you grin, “I take pride in that, if I’m being honest.” Then you realize that the topic of family might be a bit too sensitive for Jay and you try to change it, “Anyways, after dinner, we play games. You better join.” 

“I’ll try?” Jay questions. You can tell he’s growing more comfortable with the situation, but he’s still trying to keep himself composed. 

“Trying is better than nothing,” you shrug, “But I promise you you’ll have a lot of fun.”

There’s a brief silence between the two of you and Jay has this sudden urge to thank you. Because, well, it made sense in this situation. He could wait ‘till the end, but he was itching to just shower you in thank yous.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“This took me a while to find deep in your dad’s things but I finally found it!” Your mom comes out of nowhere, arms slipping between the two of you to reveal an ugly sweater, “I know your dad had another from years ago!”

“I’m confused,” you say.

“For Jay!” Your mom holds the sweater out for Jay to take, a bright smile stretched across her face. She jokes, “Don’t want you sticking out like a sore thumb in pictures. Why are you wearing black on Christmas, hm?” 

You almost facepalm, seeing your mom treat Jay like he was your boyfriend. Sure, it was great she was trying to make Jay feel even more included, but the gesture seemed so… odd to be doing it with just a friend of yours. You’re hoping that Jay isn’t getting the wrong idea because, frankly, it would be embarrassing if he did.

“Oh… t-thank you auntie…” Jay gulps and you see his eyes flicker toward you. He wonders if you think it was weird for him to take it. But he didn’t want to say no to your mom, not when she went out of her way to find the sweater, “I’ll put it on right now.”

“You better,” your mom jokes one more time before leaving you both and back to your other relatives. 

You watch as Jay goes to take his hoodie off, revealing a white t-shirt. At first glance, you don’t process what’s printed on his shirt, but when he fumbles with the sweater, you realize that it’s an old Christmas shirt from when he was a kid. The text reads Christmas 2010 and the picture is a picture of him and his parents. You figured that the shirt was probably his dad's.

You smile sadly, eyeing the shirt as he throws on the sweater. You don’t notice, but the corners of Jay’s lips lift upward into a small, subtle smile. He looks up at you, “How does it look?”

“It looks good,” you say, “A little bit big, but it’s fine.” You can see the way the sleeves bunch up at Jay’s wrists. He looked rather adorable in the sweater (and again, you don’t say anything).

The games began soon after it was established that everyone was finished digesting their food. 

One of your older cousins, who had planned the games, started the games with the kids first. You secretly knew it was just a tactic to get them tired for later, hoping that they’d settle while the adults and older kids played their own games.

Then when that was done and over with, she moved on to the first game that you and Jay could participate in—the island game. The premise of the game was to step onto a sheet of gift wrapping paper and, along with a partner, fold and manipulate it so that they both could stand on it without touching the floor. 

“We need six groups of two!” 

Two by two, you watch your cousins as they group together, stepping up to get the secret prize sitting in a gift bag. 

“You two should join!” your mom urges, “What fun is it just watching? Jay, you must be clever right? Go try!”

Afraid to say no to your mom, Jay turns to you, “I’ll do it if you do it… you said it’d be fun, right?”

You hesitate for a quick moment. Yes, the games were fun, but you were talking about the relays or the simple, single-player games. You weren’t sure if you wanted to play with Jay, simply because it involved having to get all up close and personal with your partner. 

You look around and notice that a handful of your family members are waiting for you and Jay to join, and that pressure is something you can’t take. You nod and plaster a smile on your face, “Right! Let’s go!” 

Nervously you walk to an empty sheet sitting flat on the ground and Jay follows you, standing at your side as your cousin runs over the rules. You wait for Jay to realize the mistake he’s made by suggesting to play, but instead of a look of worry, he’s smiling. He looked rather excited, a hint of determination ghosting his face. 

Before you both know it, the game begins. The first round was the easiest—you both had simply stood within the two-feet by two-feet sheet of paper. But as each round passes, the area that you and Jay can stand on gets smaller and smaller. And as the area shrinks, so does the space between you two.

You’re so close to him that you can smell his perfume and you can feel his breath against your forehead. Your heart betrays you because you can feel it pounding against your chest. You only hope that Jay doesn’t hear or feel it. 

You look down at the folded sheet of paper. It was less than half of its original size and something is telling you that the next round was going to be difficult. 

Your cousin cues for the next round to begin and you and Jay get off the paper to fold it. He mumbles, “I don’t think we can both stand on this. Or both our feet at least.” 

“We can each balance on one foot,” you suggested. You test out the size and place your foot on it. There was barely enough room for two feet.

When Jay notices this he shakes his head, “I don’t think that would work… we’d just fall over. I think I’ll have to carry you.” His suggestion makes you look up and you find him staring back, “You can get on my back?”

“Can you balance on one foot with me on your back?” you question. It’s suddenly getting hot in the room. Was it your sweater? You hope so. You don’t want to dwindle on the thought any longer. 

He nods, “I think I can.” 

“O-Okay,” you say quietly. You glance at the other teams and see that your cousins are on the brink of tears trying not to laugh because if they laughed, they’d lose balance with the ridiculous poses they’re somehow pulling. 

Jay kneels down, one knee touching the ground before he gestures for you to get on. And you do, though you get on carefully because you’re still not processing the situation. Once you hop on his back, Jay gently guides your legs around his torso and he pulls your upper body closer to his back with a tug on your sleeve. When you are secured on his back, he easily stands up. 

Now you’re afraid that he can feel the way your heart’s beating against his back. There was absolutely no way he couldn’t. 

“It’s easier for me if you’re like this,” he says to you. You nod even though you’re right behind him, “Stay as still as you can.” 

Jay steps onto the folded piece of paper, waiting for your cousin to tell the teams that it is time to hold positions. Once she had given the signal, Jay raised his left leg in the slightest, balancing on just his right foot. 

Almost immediately, your cousins fail to keep themselves from touching the ground and, somehow, you and Jay are the only ones left standing. You don't process it until it is announced.

“Congratulations to Y/N and Jay for being the first adult winners of the night!” Your cousin cheers. You notice that she has tears in her eyes from laughing as she approaches you both with the prize. A bunch of the older adults are clapping in amusement, heads shaking from the entertainment. 

You quickly jump off of Jay’s back, and out of habit, you grab his hand, shaking it out of joy. You repeat a ‘we won’ a couple of times and Jay couldn’t help but beam at the string of events, watching as you receive the present for the both of you.

Jay has never in his life played party games at a family party. Sure his family was too busy to even have parties like this, but even if they did have the time to plan out a party, his family was too small for these games to even be considered fun. 

And if he were being honest, this party was the most fun he’s had in so long. 

“What is it?” Jay leans in close to you, trying to catch sight of whatever’s in the bag. You both have settled on the couch while the next game begins. 

You pull the prize out to reveal two big bags of your favourite expensive holiday chocolate and your eyes gleam at the sight. You drop one bag and then hand the other to Jay, “Here you go. That was fun!”

Jay nods, a smile settling upon his lips. “It really was.” The adrenaline from the game is beginning to vanish and he’s coming down from his high. “Let’s play the next one?”

When it was getting late, Jay decided that it was time to leave. It wasn’t like he was leaving to escape from the party, because truly, he had spent so much time on games and picture-taking that his energy was beginning to diminish. He’d love to stay, but he knows that tomorrow, he’ll have to be back at the office doing work. 

He wonders how this night will change the way you guys are in office. Surely, he’ll keep his professionalism at work, but he can’t just pass by you tomorrow and act like you didn’t willingly invite him into your home to spend Christmas with your family. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sir!” You say at the doorway, “I hope you had fun.” Jay is silent for a few long moments and you can’t help but call out to him, “Sir?”

“S-sorry, I just started getting you used to calling me by name that it threw me off,” he replies sheepishly. 

“Oh… um, I’ll call you whatever you’d like.” 

“When we’re out of the office, just call me Jay okay?” Jay shuffled forward and he’s closer to you now, “It’s more fitting, don’t you think?” 

You nod and you huff out a large puff of air that shows up in front of you, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Jay.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Jay echoes. There's a lingering feeling in the cool air that engulfs the both of you. You couldn't quite put a name to it, but it was a nice feeling. It was warm. Then, before you know it, Jay finds himself giving you a hug. And not one of those half-assed side hugs, but one that you could easily tell he needed.

You hesitate at first, but then you slowly return the gesture.

After what felt like a while, he stepped back, “S-sorry I... I'm just really thankful for tonight. Tell your family thank you, too.” There’s so much more that Jay wants to say, but for now, this will simply suffice. 

“It’s nothing,” you say, still slightly stunned, “I expect to see you next year, then.” 

One corner of Jay’s lips jerks up and he laughs, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

When Jay leaves, you turn back to rejoin your family, who’s looking at you expectedly. 

“What?”

“Did you guys kiss?” One of your cousins joke.

You brows furrow and you burst out laughing, “Ha! No way!” What the hell was this guy even talking about? You and Jay kissing? He was your boss for god’s sake. Isn’t that like… forbidden or something? 

You try to change the topic because the thought was mind-boggling and you didn’t want them to catch the way your cheeks and your ears were heating up at the thought. “He says thank you,” You say and move to sit next to them, “And I told him he should come next Christmas.”

Your mom betrays you, “As your boyfriend?” Of course she would say that. 

Another laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, “I don’t think that’ll ever happen.”

(Or so you think.)

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an: ughhhhhh I really love this pair (ಡ᎔ಡ) it would be soso cute to see more of them but I can'tttt I need to write the other ones,, pls leave comments cause I love hearing your thoughts!,, n e ways I hope you enjoyed this! Renjun is up next, so please look forward to his!

[sturniolo04]

shy gf!reader x bf!matt

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

You and Matt have been dating for a little over 5 months and because of his YouTube career he was building with his triplet brothers, you guys thought it was best to keep your guys relationship off the internet and social media all together. Mainly to avoid one people finding out about you two but also, to avoid the hate you might get as well

You were naturally a shy and closed off person and being the center of attention was not your thing, which is what you and your boyfriend kind of had in common.

Today Matt and his brothers were filming some type of car challenge video, something that had to do with eating biscuits. You have to admit you weren't really paying attention when Matt was talking about the concept of the video they were wanting to film the next day when you two were hanging out yesterday. You do specifically remember him saying that it was really Chris' dumb idea and he was the driver like always.

“ ok so today we are going to eat a bunch a KFC biscuits”

Nick nonchalantly states looking into the camera that was recording on the dashboard of the car as  Chris holds up the bag of biscuits and Matt slowly rolls his eyes.

“Why are they so dry”

Chris complains begin to eating a couple of them.

“Because they are KFC biscuits and not to mention this was your guys’ idea to eat a whole bunch of them”

Matt groans out as Nick shakes his head rejecting the biscuit he stuffed in his mouth.

“Yeah we are not going to eat this all at least I am not”

Nick exclaims closing the bag and putting it on the floor of the car and immediately quirking up a brow and glancing towards Matt getting a brainy idea.

“ Matt is Chloe home”

Nick asks his brother who was currently fixated on his phone screen. Matt hearing the question simply shrugged his shoulders basically signaling he one genuinely didn't know and even if he did he would publicize it on the internet.

“ think she would want a biscuit”

Chris asks as Matt begins to let out a groan

“I don't know don't want to drive these around”

Matt huffs out implying he didn't want to really bother you. Nick proceeded to call you anyway, the dial tone rang for a couple minutes before Matt heard your angelic voice.

“ hi nick”

You calmly state through the phone as Matt quickly turns his head towards the back

“do you want us to bring you a biscuit”

Chris simply asks you. Matt chuckles knowing how you are going to respond to this type of question

“wait what biscuits”

You reply confused because you were multitasking.

“ we got extra and leftover KFC biscuits do you want Matt to bring you some Chloe”

Nick reiterates Chris' question.

"um sure i guess if you must"

you giggle out knowing they were just trying to get rid of them so their money doesn't completely go to waste.

"when are you guys coming then"

you question as you seriously wonder how much time you have left of your quiet space in your house.

"um matt"

nick quirks turning his head towards his brother in the drivers seat.

"in 10 minutes chlo bird maybe"

matt casually states answering your question.

"chlo bird"

chris chuckles at the odd nickname

"chris he always calls her that at least ever since they started dating"

nick responds laughing at his younger brother, not realizing fully he just announced you two's relationship to the internet.

"nick"

matt exclaims, smacking nicks arm, catching what he just stated and immediately gesturing towards the recording camera still sitting on the car dashboard.

"oops"

nick quickly and softly lets out holding onto his arm and covering his mouth.

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[tnt308]

Ok, I'm not the type of person who likes to do this... but I'm going to make an exception.

Today, March 8th is my 18th birthday, I didn't want to celebrate it for the simple fact that it makes me anxious, why? I have no idea, but my best friend insisted that I have a small get-together with friends, which will be tonight and so far it's going terribly because many of them hate each other. What I did was make a Chat so that everyone could see the list and decide whether to go or not, to avoid fights. 80% of the people I invited won't attend, but that's not the reason why that second drawing is there.

Yesterday, March 7th, my parents argued on the phone. I already saw what was coming and it happened. They are getting divorced. My mother didn't want me to find out about it until Sunday, March 9th, but I listened to the entire call…

I don't want to see or talk to anyone. I don't want to draw, play my drums, go to the gym or be with my dog. I spent the whole afternoon and part of the night crying… After a few hours, my dad came home from work and explained everything. I didn't have the strength to bear it any longer and I locked myself in my room.

When he came in and asked me to say something because I hadn't said anything, I could only tell him, "You were the person I admired the most. You were always an idol to me and I always wanted to be half the kind of person I thought you were. I was alone all my life from school until almost finishing high school. When I was 16, I met the person who is now my BFF, my only true friend. The only certainty I have is that one day he will also turn his back on me. The only safe place I ever had was this house and my parents, and now I don't have a family or a home anymore, that will never be there when I'm alone again” …

You have no idea how I was crying, I regret having told her that, but I no longer have the strength to continue on like this, and today I found out about other things from those I thought were my friends.

I don't know what I did wrong to the world, I don't know what I did to people, I don't like to argue with anyone, I'm incapable of hating people, I always try to help, but I want to know what Karma am I paying?

I'm very sorry to say this here, but I needed to vent and here I can keep my most private life a secret

[gaiaxygang]

rereading ena3 because i'm unwell

(condensed for character limit)

first, i am very proud of ena for facing this assignment head on and instead of giving up or trying against next time, decides to bring it home and try again.

putting the rest under the cut because this got HORRENDOUSLY long lmao i just love this story so much.

to my pit babe mutuals..... this is the story focused on the pair i mean when i say Omg This Reminds Me Of KentaWay. the direct cause of my 50k++ pit babe wordcount on ao3 even. they are very important to me!!!

something to be said about ena drawing herself first before eventually basing her artwork off mafuyu instead... very gay. and also another thing that points to them not being so different after all (which is the realisation ena comes to at the end of this story).

ena hates asahina mama so much i think it's cute. this is so telling of ena's hotheaded approach to things and her not really understanding mafuyu's circumstances. mafuyu can't just tell her mom when she's unhappy with something.

mafuyu changes the topic to the new demo and ena is so frustrated and rightfully so. that's what ena's kindness is like. she knows it can be hard, but she just does not understand why mafuyu would keep quiet even when she is clearly suffering. and she is frustrated for mafuyu too.

when ena sees that mafuyu would rather get drenched in the rain than go home because when i go home, it feels a little cold, and it's painful, ena drags her to her home. ena gives mafuyu shelter from the literal rain, as well as a warm place to stay away from the metaphorical storm. and in true ena fashion, she expresses this with an angry face.

mafuyu's arc is covered with rain imagery (no, ena is not the Rain Imagery Character even though watashi wa ame is her song. it has always been the key symbolism in mafuyu's arc) and this is the start of it!

if you get sick like this, i'll sorta feel bad!

this is when it clicks for ena, i think. because ena's dream of becoming as an artist has been rejected by shinei before. 2 years later, she still remember how much it hurt, and how it haunts her to this day.

but ena doesn't understand keeping quiet in order to prevent rejection. why would she? when her family always speaks their mind, even when it hurts others. when shinei, despite his good intentions, crushed her heart by saying what he believed in without any tact or context. when he talked to her like a fellow artist rather than his daughter, even though what ena needed was the support of a parent.

this is only mentioned later on but one thing i find interesting is that this story takes place while shinei is out overnight for work. shinonome mama, ena and akito are all on good, bickering terms. however ena does not talk to shinei at all and avoids him as much as he can. i imagine the dinner scene later in this story would be quite different if he was there lol.

ena: that... i might be able to understand that, a little.

geh. ena is so frustrated seeing mafuyu fall deeper and deeper into that cycle her and niigo have been trying to get her out of.

which is why ena takes the phone from mafuyu, puts on a cheerful, polite front, and lies to asahina mama. her act here reminds me a bit of mafuyu's fake smile honestly. she hates associating herself with shinei but she knows asahina mama is the type of person who would fall for it, so she uses it to her advantage, to help mafuyu. and it works!

(it pisses me off to use his name, but...) yes, he's shinonome shinei... do you know him?

gah, the dinner scene... ena giving all her carrots to mafuyu is so cute. akito thinking mafuyu must take care of ena a lot when it's actually the other way around is so cute. mafuyu meeting the in-laws (who adore her) is so cute. everything about this scene is so cute.

shinonome mama can understand asahina mama's feelings, because she can get worried about ena the same way. for a second mafuyu thinks that her mom truly is just worried about her, but...

the difference between shinonome mama and asahina mama is that shinonome mama unconditionally supports ena. she isn't perfect (she seems to be unaware of just how hurt ena was by her fight with shinei, but tries her best to support ena when she sees ena shutting herself away) but just by being supportive she is already so much better than asahina mama, who wants mafuyu to discard the only thing that makes her happy in order to become what asahina mama wants, and invades mafuyu's privacy.

asahina mama always phrases it in such a way that seems genuine, but mafuyu can feel something different when she hears shinonome mama say this. when she watches ena and akito bicker, she notes that even though they're arguing, there's a warmth at the dinner table that is absent from her own.

(it shouldn't be any different from my house, but something is different. but... what is it?)

and here comes the confession: mafuyu has voiced out her opinion before, like ena wants her to, but it didn't work. asahina mama, again, does not listen to mafuyu.

i told my mom that i wanted to do music, but she told me... "make sure you don't regret it in the future". i'm sure she's worried about me, so i...

mafuyu's if i be patient now and study for my exams, when i become a university student, i might be able to do music again breaks my heart because even if asahina mama really did allow and encourage mafuyu to do music after getting into medical school, it doesn't change that mafuyu will be unhappy.

because mafuyu doesn't want to be a doctor, like asahina mama wants. she wants to be a nurse, and that's been her dream since she was young. if she obeys her mother and goes into medicine, it'll be hard to back out. that is not where her happiness lies.

and either way, i'm not sure if mafuyu would have been able to endure another year under her mother's control if she quit music. she's barely holding it together as it is (both before she was open with niigo and now when they're all working to help her). music is her only escape, her only outlet and happiness. not only that, it's something she does with her precious friends. without that, ena knows, mafuyu would only go back to being who she was in main story. that girl who had given up on wanting to be saved and now only wishes to disappear.

i draw because i want to, because i want to believe my happiness lies beyond that. ...(i don't understand. i know your parents are important, but why won't you face what you want to do?)

ena finds her happiness in art. even though art is also a source of her pain, she continues drawing because that is where her happiness lies. she knows that mafuyu, too, has something she wants to do. something that her mother is trying to dissuade her from. and mafuyu simply gives in, not even fully realising how she is only sinking deeper into despair.

being told "it's for your sake", having your parents' thoughts pushed onto you- would i have also... turned out like mafuyu?

this. this is the part of wish that shows exactly how far ena and mafuyu's relationship has come since main story. back then, ena couldn't understand mafuyu's feelings: mafuyu is admired, talented, and has expectations placed upon her. ena has none of these, so she can't comprehend why mafuyu would want to disappear like she does.

but here, she starts to understand the pain that was driving mafuyu back then, the same pain mafuyu will be in if ena doesn't do something now.

in ena's side story, she thinks about this a little more. she comes to the conclusion that she if it were her, because she is stubborn, she would've kept drawing even if shinei told her to quit. that's another key difference between the two! ena is rebellious and strong-willed and even though it'd hurt her, she would never stop trying to pursue her happiness. she even acknowledges that despite the hurt shinei's words caused, he never told her outright to stop drawing. i would argue it was implied and hurt as much as if he did but ena4 doesn't seem to agree with me... i don't like that story anyways.

ena is so happy when mafuyu finally admits that what she truly wants, disregarding her parents' wishes, is to keep creating music with niigo. look at how soft she is! it makes her so happy to hear that this truly is something mafuyu wants to do, and that she's able to say it out loud.

in that case, i'll help too. as a niigo member. first, as practice, why don't you go all out and do what you want for today, at least?

this expression!!! mafuyu is so into her lyric writing because even though she doesn't fully know it, this is what she loves. this is what she is happiest doing: creating songs with her friends. even ena is shocked that mafuyu can make such a face.

again, ena starts to understand mafuyu more. expressing her true feelings and desires like that IS a huge step for mafuyu, even if she's only expressing them to ena, who... already knows this.

i was just thinking, that creating music is important to you.

look at my baby. so much determination in her eyes. she has learned so much from her girlfriend.

and that, that is the face ena wants to draw. those are the feelings she wants to convey in her assignment, "hatching". mafuyu working seriously on what she wants to do, not unlike ena herself. mafuyu helps her draw feelings she wasn't able to previously, simply by being herself.

(...so mafuyu can make that sort of expression. even though i thought she would make a bored face no matter what she does. it's just as i thought - what she said earlier, "i want to create music with everyone", might be related to it. it's not because someone told her to. it's because mafuyu herself thought that she wants to.)

so that's how ena sees me...

that, my dear mafuyu, is homosexuality. you are gay. for ena.

again, ena's expression is just so Soft. moment of appreciation for enamafu.

AND MAFUYU TOO!!!! this exchange of looks makes me feel like i need to be sedated good fucking lord THERE'S SO MUCH LOVE IN THOSE GAZES. mafuyu's heart feels warm because ena has been able to help her confront these feelings of hers and give her temporary peace at a low moment, and ena, kindhearted ena, is glad she's able to help mafuyu.

ena doesn't know if she's right in how she sees mafuyu, but she tries her best to capture mafuyu's willpower. in hopes that one day, mafuyu will break out of her shell with her own strength, hatching into the vast world, as someone who is more like asahina mafuyu.

[chergeegee]

Do you have any headcanons for how se-mi and nam-gyu met 😻 I enjoy your thoughts immensely

YES OF COURSE I DO I was gonna make a comic on this but it's in my wip hell, whether or not it'll be real, who even knows BUT ANYWAY HERE IS A BIBLE:

OKAY SO I have like. 5000 different scenarios of how semi and namgyu met and became friends but ill name like. a few before I end up writing a library of this shit

The first one is if they met when they were younger. In my mind, semi is like 2 years younger than namgyu. They were aware of each other's existences in middle school and then later in high school is when they started having beef. this is very self indulgent because yk. Im an artist. but I imagined they attended an arts high school in music departments and both of them were in guitar. Namgyu joined under the impression he wouldn't do as many academics and can focus on his hobby (but its the same as any other school) and Semi joined because she wanted to. There was a workshop where juniors and seniors were assigned freshman and sophomores to tutor them. Semi and Namgyu got paired up and there was immediate beef and they both got in trouble. Then they kind of purposefully avoided each other until one of them played a really niche song they recognized while chilling in class and they were like "wait... I like that band too. you know them?" then it spirals into a long convo about their shared interests which ends up being everything. Then yay, friends who beef. I also imagine when namgyu graduates and leaves semi behind he is so fucking sad and lonely but he will never admit it. (semi too but namgyu more so) Another one I imagined is if they met when they were older. Either they met through their friends being friends then they met at some large hangout/party or one of them visiting the other's workplace. I think my favorite one is a scenario where semi is namgyu's tattoo artist and they have. anti-chemistry. like they somehow argue for the entire duration of the session (10 hours) and namgyu begrudgingly comes back to finish/get tattoos each time. it's like a "I am irritated by you, but I can talk to you for hours so I'm not really sure if this is friendship or not" type thing. namgyu could just go to another artist, but I like to think he's very particular about his tattoos so he's like "well fuck, but I like how these look more than my other ones......" I like to imagine that eventually they're kind of at a friends stage and namgyu reveals that he draws tattoo designs for fun (or semi snooped through his things). semi looks at them and goes "woah. these are actually kind of decent. yo, do you want like a job" semi offers namgyu an apprenticeship and namgyu quits club pentagon for it (he hates that place anyway). This scenario makes my mind happy bc I also imagine namgyu becoming sober bc semi offered him this opportunity and he cut ties with awful people. I wholesome-ify them a lot okay last one, idk the age for this scenario but ig it doesnt really matter. I'm like half certain this is a popular fic scenario but whatever its always cute. I like to think that they first met online through some kind of shared interest they have (like a subreddit, co-op game, or something) and they actually get along really really well. Like they would text each other every day, stream games/movies, etc. I debate whether they would match profile pictures (cuz i dont think namgyu would do that) but it's cute to think about. They would eventually encounter each other in real life but its the thing where they don't know the other person is their online best friend. So they have immediate beef but yk one of them would text their friend then the other person's phone buzzes and they go there is no way. then yay friends. I think this leads to a lot of fun scenarios like "your voice is way more annoying than I thought it would be" "wow you are ugly" etc

[loves1ckgirl]

Denki Kaminari with an online best friend

Denki x American! reader

Online friends + maybe romantic-ish

Note, I have no idea how to write in the grammar of someone learning English so I’m just avoiding contractions and using a bit of chat gtp to make the sentence to be a little more incorrect lol.

He initially met you while playing a FPS at 3am

The game between you and both was mostly silent aside from some English and Japanese cursing, Denki understood some what you said

You however; did not understand him, but assumed he was expressing the same frustration and wasn’t just getting upset at you

After your first game was played, he had sent you a few emojis and a little english

The game you had been playing along side some random from Japan had gone surprisingly well. It was such a bad game for the loser you wondered if it was because they were absolute garbage or all of a sudden you became a gaming god. As you leaned back in your chair and attempted to fix the knot that formed in your back from hunching, you looked back at your computer screen. There you see a friend and message request.

Kaminarieki

“You are good at playing. Can we play more?”

As you read the message, you decide to respond and pray he wasn’t some 30 year old incel. After all, you were bored, and a bit lonely.

After that first interaction, you would go on to play with him often

However, neither of you talked very often especially after you came to the conclusion you didn’t speak the same language

In the end, there were still some short convos

Kaminari liked these, as he thought you were cool

The fact that UA English classes were more rigorous helped him in talking to you (a hero needed to communicate with a large variety of people)

A couple of months in, he was struggling with his classes exponentially, and no amount of help by his friends would help him,

He then thought it was a good idea to message you and explain that he thought it would be nice to talk and learn through a fluent speaker instead

Kaminarieki

“Can we talk a lot I am learning English I think your cool.”

“I’m down. It’s late now though. I have school is tomorrow okay? Also, the your should be you’re”

Kaminari sends a cute little heart emoji,

“Yes. Thank you.”

For awhile, you’d avoid many abbreviations and some complex Slang

Eventually Kaminari had gotten more advanced and you spoke more casually

After exchanging Instagram and other accounts, instead of mostly talking as you guys played, it started during school and random times of day

The time difference didn’t mean much since the both of you had terrible sleep schedules

(Although, he was a bit more regular due to his hero school)

As you talked to him you obviously found more of his personality and it had become more endearing tbh

He’d most definitely google English pick up lines

Eventually as his friends noticed his behavior and how if he’d planned to play with you he’d decline

Also how he’d be texting more than before (mostly on his Sundays and Monday’s as you’d be awake the longest when he was.)

Lowkey hates the time difference tbh.

Anyway, as his friends noticed him typing away on those two days in particular they’d begun to ask questions about who he was texting

“My friend.” He’d say, looking up from the phone for a second before continuing the text. Mina had begun even more curious than previously.

“Whaaa? Friend? Who?” She asks, leaning over the couch and Kaminari’s shoulder. She sees joke flirty messages that he sends and receives.

He ended up telling them about you and explains that’s why his English grade was getting better

Anywayyy he’s overall super cute with you

Basically just being himself

If you ever wanted to learn Japanese he’d 100% do his best to help you enthusiastically

He tries his best to keep you updated since it’s its hard to talk to you regularly