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lisired · 1 year ago

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can you keep it down?

pairing: neighbor!mark x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but it’s more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)

summary: The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

word count: 10.4k

a/n: 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door.

It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed.

Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Mark’s.

He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice gruff. “Sorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I can’t sleep.”

For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You weren’t aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses.

When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. “Fuck. I’m so, so sorry, I had no idea. I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”

He gave you a courteous nod and replied, “No worries. Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didn’t even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole.

But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father.

That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didn’t even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor.

Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girl’s face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you rationalized yourself and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker weren’t on the list.

The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe.

Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someone’s sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast.

You played it cool. “Are you stalking me, neighbor?”

Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. “My name is Mark,” he introduced himself, smiling blithely. “And don’t flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.”

With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didn’t mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since.

“Mark,” you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. “What do you have to ask me, Mark?”

Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, “Who’s fucking you so good that you can’t be quiet?”

He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.

Feigning indifference, you replied, “No one. Most of the time it’s just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so it’s rare for me to find time to mess with people.”

Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys.

That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you weren’t dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didn’t expect the same girl that flushed red when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor.

Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone else’s job for them,” you smiled tiredly.

He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. “Damn, no wonder. You must like things rough.”

That took you by surprise, but you didn’t dare show it. “You have no idea,” you grumbled, playing it safe. “What about you?”

Mark grinned with pride. “I’m an editor for a publishing company.”

“Must be fun.”

“I can’t complain. It’s a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.”

You chuckled. “Amen to that.”

It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests.

Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence.

Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. “I’d better get going. I have to pick up my son.”

“Your son?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes, my son,” Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldn’t make out. “It’s Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.”

You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didn’t get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base.

But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time.

That was the thing, though - Mark didn’t know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.

For at least the weekend, you obliged Mark’s wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you weren’t petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasn’t like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of.

Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldn’t have, but you couldn’t help it.

Mark was giving you a headache. You weren’t one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasn’t the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you weren’t. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges.

The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it.

“You have a stubble,” you commented, nearly gawking.

Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if you’d never seen a man with a stubble before. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you don’t shave. Shocking, I know.”

“I kind of like it.”

He snickered. “Only kinda?”

More than kind of - and while you weren’t afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Mark’s physical attractiveness that you hadn’t even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter.

He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasn’t sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekend’s encounter, you didn’t strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident.

So was he.

“You’re just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?”

There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former.

“Sight for sore eyes,” you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, “I love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.”

Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. “Mm,” he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, “What else do you like?”

Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge.

Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, “Initiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you wanna come in, then?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that very much,” you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence.

Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship.

“What girlfriend?” He threw you an utterly confused look. “I haven’t been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.”

You stared at him with genuine surprise. “I saw you sucking some girl’s face like last week.”

“And have you seen her around here again since?” Mark scoffed, amused.

What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, “She’s not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but I’m sure you weren’t able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.”

Was. That meant not any more.

Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, “Maybe your dick game is just weak if she’s that quiet.”

“You wanna find out?” Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldn’t take the bait. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

Mark’s hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough.

You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didn’t want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didn’t wasn’t relevant. “Are you saying that you want me?”

“I do want you,” Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldn’t hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. “Do you want me?”

Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, “So bad.”

“Then, stop deflecting.”

With one little breath, you said, “Fine,” then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist.

As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you weren’t against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily.

You tugged on Mark’s hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces.

A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable.

You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait.

Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, “See you later, Mark.”

Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow.

Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction.

But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone else’s point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.

Even when he wasn’t in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about.

One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re the one stalking me. What in God’s name are you of all people doing at a playground?”

“Please. You’re not that special. I don’t have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,” you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. “You see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? That’s my niece. I’m babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Today’s their anniversary and they wanted peace.”

Mark bobbed his head, understanding. “Of course. You can’t have any of that around a child. How old is she?”

“Just turned six about a week ago.”

“Around my son’s age,” he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. “He’s right there on the swings. Six, but he’s nearing seven.”

He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart.

You smiled softly with awe. “Stole your whole face. There’s no way in hell you could deny that boy.”

Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. “Damn right. My little mini-me,” he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. “Fond of kids?”

“I babysitted throughout college,” you replied pensively. Reminiscent. “Believe it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so I’ve always been around children.”

Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. “What about you?” he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, “Do you want kids of your own?”

There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. “Someday. When I’m married and sure I’ve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that I’m able to take care of my family and spend time with them,” you said, smiling wistfully. “My parents were busy people. They weren’t around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.”

Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. “You don’t want to be pitied, do you?”

You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, “Nope.”

“I feel for you anyways,” Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. “And I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell you’re gonna be a great mother.”

You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him.

It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal.

You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldn’t wait.

Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Mark’s hands on you, even in non-sexual ways.

He pulled you into him and asked, “How long are you keeping her?”

“Just until five. I’m taking her to her grandma’s after this,” you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. “Why?”

There was a shine in Mark’s pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, “Because I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?”

You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. “Dunno. What kind of ride?”

“The kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,” Mark shrugged. “It’s a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?”

Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other ‘baby’ a couple of times, but ‘doll’ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment.

“I’m down. Meet me outside the complex at six?” You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time.

Mark nodded and smiled back. “I will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.”

You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly.

At six o’clock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldn’t pinpoint.

Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driver’s seat. “What’s funny?”

“Chivalry,” you sighed, smiling. “Apparently, it’s not dead.”

Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it.

As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasn’t awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing.

You glanced at him witheringly, but he was unbothered. Then, you teased with a grin, “Oh, yeah. Show out, Beyoncé.”

“Stop being a hater,” Mark groaned, then went back to singing.

After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that you’d be in your new neighbor’s car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you weren’t stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free.

It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you weren’t both determined to get into each other’s pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice.

“You never answered my question that day.”

“Hm?” you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didn’t mind. “What question?”

Mark’s hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t move it, but you couldn’t ignore his fingers on your skin. “I asked you, what else do you like?”

“About you, or in general?”

He shrugged. “Whatever gets you talking.”

You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. “Well, in general, I like a bunch of things. I’ve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties aren’t my scene. I’m a more reserved person. I love the color blue.”

“Why blue?”

“Because it looks amazing on me,” you winked.

“Mm,” Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. “What else?”

“Hm, well,” you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. “About you, there’s a lot for me to like, too. You’re confident, smart, funny, sexy,” then you licked your lips and added, “And an excellent kisser.”

Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. “What a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,” he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze.

But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew.

“I like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. I’ve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,” you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations you’d had. “I like how we’re similar, too. I think that’s part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. We’re cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and we’re not afraid to go get it. It’s like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever I’m with you.”

“Or a very calculated game of chess,” Mark added, shaking his head with amusement.

You giggled. “But there’s something about you that’s so… alluring. I’m attracted to it. You’re a hardworking borderline control freak that’s unafraid of sincerity. I love it.”

“Romantic. I’m swooning,” he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare.

“And you’re the right amount of sarcastic.”

“And that’s what gets you going?”

“Baby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,” you admitted.

Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you.

Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt.

“Woods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?” you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.

Mark didn’t take his eyes off the road as he replied, “And dump it in the lake.”

“Lake?”

He smiled. “You’ll see.”

You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Mark’s reflection staring back at you.

There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Mark’s arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food.

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head.

Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, “It is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. It’s a nice place that I’ve always wanted to share with someone.”

“You trust me enough to share it with me?” you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. “I mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.”

“Then, you better do your taxes, or else I’ll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.”

You made a face of faux fear. “Shiver me timbers!”

Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldn’t capture.

There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didn’t, you couldn’t get away.

Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didn’t. Instead his lips parted to say, “Watch the sunset with me.”

Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist.

The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Mark’s company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.

And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“I can’t control myself anymore,” Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood.

Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the other’s touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point.

When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your despires were no longer pure wants - they were needs.

“Mark,” you exhaled through shallow breaths, “Please.”

Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. “You’re begging?”

You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you weren’t necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. “Please, I want it.”

That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didn’t want to give himself to you yet. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasn’t ideal.

Mark shook his head. “I’m not fucking you in my car.”

You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, “Why not? Don’t wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?”

“My first time was in the back of a car,” Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didn’t deserve it. “And everything I wanna do to you can’t happen in a car. You’ve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.”

“Ever the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,” you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.

Mark entwined his fingers with yours. “But you love that about me.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “No, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed ‘Markie Pooh’ soon. I like to be courted.”

Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, “I’ll enclose it with a kiss.”

You giggled.

Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever.

But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasn’t in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted.

Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly.

For a little extra flare, you moaned Mark’s name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind.

Mark didn’t text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence.

It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion.

When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down.

“Had fun last night?”

Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, “You mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Mark chastised, glaring. “I heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.”

Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind.

Mark wasn’t having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win.

The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency.

Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might.

“Mark,” you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. “I want to touch you.”

He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. “If you want to so bad, then beg.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, “I begged you once and now you’re getting too used to it.”

“If you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?”

You sighed. “I do.”

Mark gave you an expecting look. “Then, beg.”

“You want me to get on my knees, too?” you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you.

The grin on his lips then was infuriating. “Don’t worry, you’ll do that later.”

Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Mark’s eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you.

“Please,” you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. “Let me touch you, Mark, please.”

Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb.

Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom.

By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, “You do look good in blue.”

He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, “Get on your knees.”

Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people you’d been with to show for it.

You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would.

The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long.

His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that you’d finally get to the best part.

“Don’t tease me, doll. You won’t like what’ll happen if you keep up,” Mark warned.

“Punish me, Mark,” you said, smiling broadening.

He wasn’t given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck.

Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. “Stop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.”

In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that you’d frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent.

The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner.

He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasn’t the loudest guy that you’d been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time.

That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out.

“Good girl. Just like that,” he praised, pushing your head down a little more.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close.

When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag.

“Just when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,” Mark spat, pulling your hair again. “You just can’t listen, can you?”

You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.

He shot you a withering look, adding, “You always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I won’t give an inch and you don’t know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.”

Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldn’t catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment.

Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much.

Mark groaned, “Fuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?”

As a way of saying ‘yes’, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed.

You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage.

There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile.

You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. “I’m simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.”

You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. “And I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.”

“Funny how you’re only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.”

Wittily, you retorted, “Maybe I would shut up if you fucked me.”

Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. “Mm-hm. That’s why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?”

One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like.

His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. “That was a question, doll.”

“Yes,” you choked out. “Please. I want it so bad, Mark.”

“So wet, all for me,” he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadn’t been this wet in ages. “How long has it been since you were last with someone?”

“I don’t know, like three months,” you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. “A really long fucking time, basically.”

Mark made a face, surprised. “No wonder you’re so damn needy.”

His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck.

“It’ll be a year by the time you fuck me,” you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldn’t put it past him. It was working.

Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps.

The sight of your naked body had Mark’s dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn.

That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.

You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Mark’s cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts.

Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. “Mark, hurry the hell up,” you grumbled.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll keep going like this,” Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasn’t the least bit sympathetic. “I told you, you weren’t going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.”

Just like he said you wouldn’t, you weren’t liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch.

“Fuck you,” you spat, insincere.

Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, “That’s no way to talk to the man who you’re so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. “Mark, can you please move faster?”

“Don’t you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,” Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size.

In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.

This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that he’d make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job.

But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did.

“Pussy’s so damn tight,” Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already.

Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel.

Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing and said, “Don’t be gentle with me, baby.”

Mark smiled softly. “I don’t plan to be, doll.”

When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Mark’s, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his.

Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Mark’s bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name.

He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, “Be fucking quiet.”

That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Mark’s gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldn’t get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer.

Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time.

There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much.

Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness.

Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, “Mark,” his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldn’t help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full.

“Brat,” Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didn’t bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “That’ll shut you up.”

There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. “Can’t hear you, babe,” he said.

You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass.

Mark’s pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didn’t want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldn’t.

Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, “Can I please cum, Mark?”

“Let go for me, babe,” Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing.

There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars.

Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily.

“So,” he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. “How’s that for a weak dick game?”

You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. “I take it back,” you replied. “It’s alright.”

Mark raised a brow. “Just alright? Like I didn’t have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop screaming my name?”

“I was not screaming.”

“You were screaming. And…,”

Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving.

“One more round?” you asked when you pulled away.

Mark snickered. “Don’t tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.”

You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. “Nope, I’m tempting you. Now give in.”

Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. “Damn, baby,” he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. “I just fucking might.”

Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision you’d ever made - and Mark was living proof.

He was your temptation.

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was listening to so high school and i got struck with a kingdon vision…an exes (to lovers) au

(there’s like 2k words under the cut, i dont know what came over me)

so mel and frank met in her first year of undergrad, he was already in his third year, and the way they met was…almost cliché, really, it’s the first day back from summer break, and half his classes already are swamping him with work so he walks his ass to the library because he wants to be a doctor, and he will do well in school, and he will prove his father wrong. except he gets there and the tables are full, because of course they are, it’s still summer and the library has AC so people are there and not even half of them are actively studying. But he looks for a table and there’s one little two person table right next to the back window and he can see a girl already sitting there. She has her back to him, so all he sees is a loose blonde french braid, the back of a pink tshirt, and a very neat pile of books to her right. He feels bad asking because he also doesn’t like sharing the table, but he really needs to start studying, so he walks up to her.

Once he’s in front of her, he forgets what he is going to say for a second. He can’t really see her face, but he can see glasses, and a face covered in sun-kissed freckles, and he thinks his heart is beating a little too fast, and oh fuck. she’s looking up at him with a tiny smile and, wow, okay, maybe that’s what it feels like to meet someone who is your type (even if he previously thought he didn’t have *a* type).

She says “can i help you with something?” and he white knuckles his backpack strap to keep himself from doing something stupid like reaching out and adjusting her glasses, he powers through

“Hi, sorry, do you mind if i sit here? i really need to get started on my papers, and people are here and they’re not even doing homework! how’s that okay? anyways, sorry, i know it can be annoying to share a table, but i promise i really just need to study” why is he rambling?!, he hasn’t been a rambler for years and now she’s looking at him funny but she doesn’t look put off yet, that’s good.

“of course you can! i understand, it can be upsetting that people don’t use the library for actual studying. my name is melissa, but everyone calls Mel, nice to meet you” she punctuates this last sentence with the cutest little wave he had ever seen anyone over the age of 5 make, and woah okay he’s staring, he needs to get a grip

“i’m frank! nice to meet you, are you new here? i don’t think i’ve seen you before, i would remember” okay why is he sounding flirty, he need to stop he said he was only gonna study and he really meant it, but she doesn’t seem to register it or simply chose to ignore it,

she gives him a bigger smile and says “i am! first year of undergrad, i take it you’ve been here longer?”

“i’m starting my third year of biochem, hoping to go to medical school after!”

“me too! not biochem, i mean, i want to go to medical school once i finish mine, i’m in biology!”

and so they start studying, he’s doing his best to not be fidgety and annoying, but he can’t help it and he finds himself stopping himself like four different times, until she very obviously catches him the last one.

“i understand if you need to fidget, it won’t bother me, and i’m sure it would help you focus more, i sometimes need to stim to really concentrate”

and he just looks at her, in awe, because this is the first time someone *isn’t* bothered by his fidgeting

And so they have little snippets of a conversation during their hours of study that day, at the end he tells her that he would like to do this again, and she smiles, and tells him she would too, and before he knows it they’ve exchanged numbers, with mel explicitly stating “i do prefer phone calls because i have a hard time deciphering people’s tones via text” and as he sees her walk away he gets a feeling deep in his bones that his life is never going to be the same again

during that first week they study together three times, he’s not ashamed to say he reached out the very next day after that first meeting, and actually, he’s not ashamed to say he reach out all three of those times, but every single time he called, he was met with a bright and warm “hi frank! how are you doing today?”, so all things considered he’s more than happy to keep doing it.

studying with mel is amazing, really. they’re a great team, he learns a lot from her, and tells her that. he has the wild thought that if they were to practice together, they would save s lot of patients.

they’ve been study buddies for about three weeks when for the very first time, they hang out without the pretense of homework, he invited her to go with him to try a new pizza place he heard about, and truly, he has no expectations.

he likes her, of course he does, shes so beautiful, and so smart, and her eyes are so bright, and even when he can tell that she’s missing her sister she never lets that affect the way she treats others, always so kind and patient. she’s in no uncertain terms someone who he knows he’s gonna fall inlove with, he just knows she doesn’t see him that way, and he’s okay with that.

mel is the funniest person he’s ever met. he spends half the dinner laughing and he thinks that maybe she doesn’t first get most jokes but my god her own sense of humour is amazing, and they have enough rapport now that she can appreciate some of his darker jokes, especially because since day one he now follows them immediately with “its a joke”, and it’s great, and god, he wishes this was a date.

he feels it important to note that whilst she does recoil to most people’s touch or proximity, after that very first day she has been okay with him standing or being near, he doesn’t touch her much, doesn’t want to test his luck, and also doesn’t think his heart could handle it. but he’s always near, always almost touching, and she lets him, and he feels like he has done something right.

so for about two weeks after that, they start hanging out more and more, yeah he has a friend group, and she’s making her own friends but they make time for each other. they meet for coffee on the way to campus, or meet in between classes just to talk about anything other than school, and little by little he can tell that this crush of his is becoming more.

they’ve known each other for about two months, when they’re in his apartment, his roomates aren’t there (yes he made sure of this, no not like *THAT*) and they’re watching a movie, and they’re sitting in the sofa and then she leans her head on his shoulder.

his heart is going a mile a minute, she initiated the contact and god, her hair smells like strawberries, and he can feel her breathing through his tshirt, and he feels her cheek move, so now he knows she’s smiling.

the movie ends, and she looks up, they hold eye contact for about 5 seconds before he blurts out “wouldyouliketogoonadatewithme” before he chickens out

she just blinks, and he sees her trying to process it, but he waits, he will always wait for her.

“yes, i would like to go on a date with you. i like you, and i could tell that you liked me too, but figured maybe i was confusing signals because you didn’t ask”

and so he explains, that no, he very much does like her but he is a coward. she just smiles and says “i would never call you a coward”

and so they go on a date, he’s had a handful of first dates in his life, but he has never felt this at peace in one before, there’s nerves of course there’s nerves, but it’s like his system knows, it’s like it’s saying “there you are, i’ve been waiting for you” and it lets him feel calm.

the date is amazing, he asks if he can hold her hand, and her answer is to take his hand and swing their joined hands between them and he thinks his heart will explode. at the end of the date, he walks her to her house. he asks if he can kiss her, and he sees her thinking about it, but he waits, he will always wait for her.

she nods, short and determined. he leans in, projecting his movements so she knows what to expect.

he swears he can see fireworks when he closes his eyes, he feels like floating, her hands are clutching the front of his shirt and he decides that it’s his favourite thing ever. they part, he bids her good night and takes a deep breath after she enters her house, he feels delirious to think it, but one day he’s going to marry that girl.

he meets becca after dating mel for six months. becca’s funny, and crazy smart. she tells him in no uncertain terms “i told mel to find someone to kiss at college, so you’re welcome” the responding blush in mel’s checks is what frank’s dreams are made of.

they have a lot of firsts, firsts for him, firsts for her, and firsts together.

they date for about two years. he knows this is it, he knows he’s never going to love anyone the way he loves her, he’s known it from the very first time he sat in front of her.

then he gets accepted to med school on the other side of the country, and he knows she won’t want a long distance relationship because they’ve talked about it, and she loved him but this was a boundary for her, and he applied there because his mom moved to pittsburgh last year after the divorce, and he misses her, and because he really likes their medical program, and because mel from the very beginning told him to stick to his life plan because as much as they love each other, they both have dreams, and those dreams might be similar but they’re not the same.

The day he gets the acceptance letter, they both know their relationship has an expiration date. They are officially together right until the morning he’s set to move away. They wanted to break up amicably, they still love each other so deeply, he thinks knows she will always be his one true love. They kiss goodbye, and they’re both crying, and as soon as they part she says “i love you, and i want you to be happy, so please. try to move on, we can be friends in a few months, but first, we need to try to move on”

the day they become friends again never comes. he loves her so much it aches, but he knows she’s right, and he also knows they might never see each other again, and he needs to focus on med school, and if he can do something is make his mom proud and prove his dad wrong, and…

goddamn it, its been two years and he still can feel the ghost of her touch, he can still hear the way he used to call her name, he can still….he needs to stop. he needs to get laid, he needs to move on. she probably has moved on already, he doesn’t know, because he’s been too much of a coward to check, and because she said to be friends when they move on, and he hasn’t moved on so why even try to reach out.

abby is the polar opposite of mel, she’s also clearly into him and he thinks she’s fun and attractive so he goes for it, he knows there’s a saying about getting under someone to get over someone, and he’s drunk enough that he doesn’t care that she’s not who he really wants her to be.

“i’m pregnant” abby says into the phone, it’s late, and he was studying for an exam, and he’s in the middle of his third year of med school. what the fuck is he going to do.

abby and him are friends, they like each other, they fuck sometimes, and she wants to keep the baby, and he likes her enough to think that he might convince himself one day that he loves her.

so life goes on, they get married because her parents want that, they have tanner and he loves his son, and there’s a pandemic, and he’s just starting his residency and the world is falling apart, but things get better, him and abby are still really good friends, he tells himself he’s not lying to her when he says he loves her, because he’s not, she’s the mother of his kids, and he does love her, she’s just not. well.

it’s just another random thursday, and he’s leaning on the desk in front of him because his back is killing him and he’s only been here like 20 minutes, but he’s trying to space out his pills so, he is doing his best, and then robby wants to introduce the….

he knows that braid. he hasn’t seen her face, and robby is talking but he knows that…

“…second year resident, dr melissa king, fresh from the VA” robby says, like this isn’t taking the air straight out of frank’s lungs. he blinks, looks away and at the computer because this can’t be happening, she’s here. his life is falling apart, his back is killing him, abby is angry at him for god knows why, but shes here, his mel is here.

“everyone calls me mel. i’m so happy to be here” he wonders if she hasn’t realized he’s right behind her. he’s looking at that braid, he’s standing behind her and he can’t stop staring, and he’s suddenly 20 years old again.

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So Good Back Then

pairing: anton x fem!reader

warning: cheating (DONT DO THIS!!!), language, lying? yeah theres probably lying somewhere in here, smut! protected and unprotected sex, mentions of food and eating, lots of plot minimal smut scenes

wc: 6.6k

a/n: this was genuinely so fun to write <3 i always want to write the best, which i hope this is pretty good, so i hope you can enjoy <3 any critiques or comments are greatly appreciated

also only proofread once, almost lost my mind doing that

song: Allie - Patrick Stump

As Wonbin set their drinks down onto the table he noticed how distracted Anton looked.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You keep looking somewhere.” Eunseok said.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? To stare at something or someone?”

“I just saw someone I might have recognized, it’s nothing.” Anton replied, brow furrowed as he grabbed his glass.

“Ooo, who is it?” Wonbin leaned in.

“No one, she’s probably not even who I’m thinking of.”

“Who do you think it is?” Eunseok pressed.

“No one, just someone from high school.”

“Vague as ever.” Wonbin took a drink of his beer.

They changed the subject, moving onto their work and plans for the recent future. As Anton sees you move to somewhere else he waits to plan bumping into you. He pushed his attention back to his friends, talking about Wonbin’s newest project before he saw you walk back. Excusing himself, Anton walked past you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking down at you.

“It’s fine.” You waved him off before continuing to walk away.

Yeah, it was you. Anton continued walking to the restrooms, ego a little hurt from you not recognizing you. He could tell it was you from across the bar, able to tell from the curve of your shoulder and your height. He didn’t even have to see you head on to know you.

Returning to his friends, he carried on his night pretending to not glance over at you. As he and his friends finished up, Anton stayed behind, wanting a final drink before leaving.

He lingered in his seat planning how he was going to strategically bump into you again. He’s gotta be smarter, though, he’s gotta call you over. Anton could feel his nerves flare off, anxiety bubbling in his hands as he thinks of how he’s gonna pull this off.

He stood up, careful movements moving towards the bar as you also moved there. He stood, looking at the tv while you stood by him buying something from the bartender. He looked down at you.

“Y/n?”

You perk up, looking over at him.

“Anton?”

“Hey, it’s been, like, forever.”

“Yeah, how are you? Are you still swimming?”

“Yeah, more as a hobby than professionally. Are you still doing orchestra?”

“Not really, it was fun but not sure about it long term.”

He nodded his head, “I didn’t know you were around here, do you live nearby?”

“Kind of?” You answered, “Not nearby but I’ve moved here not too long ago.”

The bartender handed you your drinks.

“Thank you.” You gave them a tip before getting your phone out.

“You live here?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Anton smiled.

“Here,” You handed him your phone, “We should keep in touch.”

Anton did the same, “Yeah, we should.”

He gave you your phone back and said goodbye as you collected your drinks to hand back to your friends.

Anton walked out of the bar, exhaling his anxieties as he smiled. He walked home, feeling a giddiness from seeing you after so long. The last time he was that close to you was in high school, that one party your mutual friend threw. Anton was so nervous around you, he knew his life was over after messing up the first of a few encounters with you.

Entering his apartment, he got a text from his girlfriend. Fuck, he completely forgot about her.

Gf <3: Are you alright? Anton: Yeah, just got back Gf <3: That’s good to hear Gf <3: You’re not hammered are you? Anton: No ma’am 🫡 Gf <3: Lol I do not believe you

Anton closed his phone. Fuck. How did he forget about her? His conscience completely slipped when he saw you. He could feel that high school crush swell back up in his chest after seeing you. He’s got to be careful. He can’t be doing anything stupid now.

Anton shook his head, what’s he even thinking about? He’s not here to cheat or break up with his girlfriend, he’s just wanting to reconnect with an old friend. Old friend-not really friends-crush person he almost knew. Fuck, this sounds bad.

He crashed down onto his couch. Thinking over his actions and thinking of what he’s doing. Taking a deep breath he tried to sober his mind, taking in what’s happened and how he can’t fuck anything up. His girlfriend is very nice and very loving, he doesn’t know you that well, how could he? You could be a total bitch and he could hate you.

He stood up, walking to his bathroom to shower before sleeping. A shower should sober him up.

Anton stood under the hot water, hoping it would help him but all it did was sting his skin. He took a deep breath. Thinking to himself, he realized that this was a small crush from what, five years ago? No way he’s still going to act weird or dumb around you. He has a life and responsibilities, reconnecting with someone can’t get in the way of that.

He turned the water off, feeling a bit better.

The following days were mundane, he went to work, met up with his girlfriend for lunches, phone calls with friends. Everyday was almost boring, a simple routine that felt almost numbing.

Y/n: I forgot to text you earlier! Sorry :(

Anton felt his heart skip when seeing your message. He forgot you exchanged numbers, completely forgetting to text you over the few days since you two met. Anton: I forgot, too :( sorry Y/n: It’s fine! We’re talking now :D Anton: Lol, you’re right Y/n: Are you busy? I don’t want to catch you at a bad time Anton: No, just got off work :) Y/n: Same! Finally got home Anton: I’m on my way home Y/n: You’re driving? Anton: No, sometimes I like taking the bus

Anton typed but cut out the part where he said his girlfriend drove him to work. Unsure why when he told himself nothing weird was going to happen. This is a text to a friend nothing more.

Y/n: How scenic :) Anton: Finally someone gets it! My friends always tease be about it Y/n: You’re friends sound lame :P Anton: Lol Anton: I’m at my stop, I’ll text you later Y/n: Bye!

Why did he not mention his girlfriend? Anton cringed thinking about it. But now he can’t just push in the “Hey I’m in a committed relationship!”

Anton walked to his building, putting his phone in his pocket as he pressed his floor number on the elevator. Making his way to his apartment, he thought of how he should handle this. Keep it public, you’re his friend, you’re his friend now. He opened his phone.

Anton: Home finally! Did you wanna meet up sometime? We could grab lunch :)

Anton cringes at himself, did he just ask you on a date?

Y/n: That sounds great! I don’t know many restaurants, I’ve been mostly cooking during my time here :) Anton: I know a few places, what do you like? Y/n: I’m not picky with food, surprise me! Anton: Great! Did you wanna go on saturday? Y/n: One sec, gotta check if I’m free

Anton waited in anticipation, his heard was beating like he was still in high school waiting for a stupid noted passed around asking “Do you like me?”

How was he going to explain this to his friends.

Y/n: I’m free all day :) Anton: Send me ur address and I can pick you up Y/n: Okay! Y/n: 1234 ____ st Anton: Great! See you then!

He fell back against his couch. He’s fucked if anyone sees. What place is he gonna take you? Somewhere he doesn’t go a lot. He’s got an idea or two in his head, checking his phone he realized it’s thursday already. Fuck. He’s got a day and a half to take you somewhere.

By the time Saturday rolls around, he texted you mid morning,

Anton: Y/n! We never settled on a time 😭 Y/n: Oh no! How about 1? Anton: That sounds great, I’ll pick you up then! Y/n: Cool!

He anxiously waited, not wanting any of his friends to bother him during this time. Anton stopped in his tracks, when the date started he could just turn his phone off. When the date that’s not a date started.

Anton let out a shaky breath, he just has to distract himself until the lunch started.

Gf <3: I miss you 😢 Anton: Oh no! Is something wrong?

He could feel his heartbeat quicken, this was not supposed to happen.

Gf <3: My mom is making me help her at her house! I can’t be with you rn :(( Anton: I wish I could come over :( Gf <3: Me too Gf <3: But my mom only wants the family here, she’s planning a remodeling thing for her kitchen Anton: Oh no :(

Anton sighs out. Divine interventions. A free afternoon, the only thing he’ll have to worry about is his friends and whatever they’re up to. Anton put his phone face down away from him, sitting on the other cushion of his couch and picked up a book to distract himself with until it’s noon.

When it was time, Anton changes into something better than the sweats he has on. A loose button up and some jeans; casual, comfortable. He jogged down to the parking garage before starting his car. Checking your address, he began driving over, his heart hammering in his chest. There’s nothing he can do now but feel a tinge of guilt as he continued driving.

Arriving, he texted you, wondering if he should walk in or wait in the car.

Anton: Here! Y/n: One second! I’ll be right here :)

He waited in his car, not wanting anyone to catch him hanging around the building. You stepped out, looking around before Anton rolled the passenger window down, waving at you.

“There you are!” You laughed, stepping into his car.

“Ooh, how nice.” You compliment.

“Thanks.”

Anton began driving, you looked around to see if you could guess where he’s taking you.

“I thought we could go to this one seafood place.” He said, trying to break the silence.

“Nice, I love seafood.”

Anton felt relieved, something settling his nerves finally.

When you enter, the place had a more rustic look to it. Sitting down, you looked over the menu before ordering.

“You moved here a while ago?” Anton asked.

“Yes, I was a few cities away but I found a good job here.”

Anton nodded.

“What brought you here?”

Anton thought, “Same situation?” He laughed, “I was kind of moving around, seeing different places for swimming before settling here.”

Before long your food arrived, you ate for a minute before continuing to converse. Anton felt a sense of calmness wash over him. Sure what he was doing wasn’t great, but he’s actually happy. Friends hang out, they have lunches together and catch up. Nothing’s bad. There should be no reason to feel guilty.

Even after eating and leaving the restaurant, you two felt more comfortable together now, the shifty, nervousness leaving.

“You do music?” You asked.

“It’s not that great but occasionally, yeah.”

“Sure, where do you post it?” You took your phone out, waiting to look him up.

“It’s mostly my friends, I help with the producing.”

“I’d still like to hear.”

He showed you the few things he’s done or been featured in, you immediately saved them for later. Anton mentally told himself to calm down, this is a friendly lunch not some date.

He felt his phone vibrate, seeing a text from his girlfriend.

Gf <3: Finally done! So tired

Anton felt his body go stiff.

“I’m so sorry.” He announced.

You looked over at him.

“Something just came up.”

You nodded, “It’s fine, are you able to drive me home? I can take a cab.”

“No! I can drive you home, I’m sorry.”

You both walked over to his car, getting in before he began driving you back to your apartment.

This was not supposed to happen, this was supposed to be a free day for him. Anton nervously held onto and fidget with the steering wheel.

“I didn’t expect someone to need me today.”

“It’s fine, it’s not like it was in the middle of lunch.”

Anton sighed out.

Arriving at your complex, you get out, thanking him for the lunch.

“I can make it up to you later.”

You laughed, leaning in, “If you wanted another date you could’ve said so.”

Anton felt his cheeks heat, “I-”

“It’s fine, I might hold you to it, though.” You waved him goodbye as you walked into your building.

Anton fell back into his seat. Fuck. Taking his phone out, he texted her back.

Anton: Did you wanna come over? Gf <3: Later, I might nap until then Anton: Sweet dreams <3

Anton felt his head throb, he didn’t even have to end their date? Their not-date!

Starting his car, he began driving home, rolling down the windows in case you had perfume that could linger in his car.

Entering his apartment, he changed back into his sweats and fell onto his bed. He’s a fucking idiot. The rest of his day was spent lazing around, thinking of what excuse he can give you that he needed to leave you during your not-date.

His girlfriend texted him back, something about coming over. He gave her an okay before thinking something work related as an excuse. Yeah, work needed him, a coworker or something.

Hearing a knock on his door, Anton opens it up, seeing his girlfriend walking in.

“I’ve missed you.” He hugged her.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

They sat on his couch together. Their time was spent mostly silent, half cuddling together as some show played on his tv. After watching a few episodes, he ordered some delivery food. He payed and helped serve some for his girlfriend before watching more of their show.

Anton wishes he could say what it was or even about. Thoughts still plagued with a guilty feeling from today. He’d never gone behind someone’s back to go on a date with someone. He didn’t even know that urge could be inside him.

After their episode ended, Anton excused himself to start sleeping.

“Go on ahead, I’ll sleep in a bit.” His girlfriend said.

Even laying in bed, alone, he felt plagued by his actions. Anton wonders if it’s too late to bring it up. Just mention meeting you in passing, omitting the lunch date, even. Finally feeling himself fall asleep, he slipped into a dream with you.

You were in his bedroom, he was finally able to kiss you and hold you. Feeling how soft your lips were against his as he grabbed at your arms and waist. He could feel your hands touch him everywhere. Squeezing his muscles, feeling how toned his abs were, and reaching down to feel how hard he was for you.

“Y/n.” He moaned.

He could feel your lips kiss down his neck and moving down, leaning onto your knees.

Anton jolted away. Feeling his heart beat out of his chest and his pajama pants tight. He turned on his side, seeing if his girlfriend was there. He turned to spoon her, attempting to ground himself and focus on what his priority should be.

She stirred awake, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He replied, “just a weird dream.”

She turned to face him, hand rubbing his hip.

“I’m sure it was.”

His eyes widened, scared he said your name out loud while sleeping.

“You’ve been so stressed, did you want me to help you out?” She said.

She’s talking about his boner, Anton sighed in relief.

“You don’t have to.”

She moved to straddle his lap, “I could. We haven’t had sex in a minute.”

“I’d like it, but only-”

She leaned down to kiss him. His hands were holding onto her waist as she began grinding against his hard on. His hips bucked upwards, lightly moaning against hers as she pulled their pajama bottoms down, sliding along his length.

“Anton.” She moaned.

Anton felt a pang of guilt, he was silently wishing that it was you moaning his name instead of his girlfriend.

Sliding him inside of her, she stilled before slowly moving up and down his length. Her hands moving down to rub her clit. She leaned down, kissing his lips more as Anton held her hips, helping her bounce on him.

“Anton.”

“I’m gonna cum.” He said.

Anton made sure to bite his lip to make sure he doesn’t say anything on accident.

Panting heavily, she rolls onto the other side of the bed.

“That was really good.” Anton held her, arms wrapped around her front.

“Did you wanna go again?” She asked, reaching down to his dick.

“I’ll do the work this time.”

Anton aligned with her entrance, pushing in before continued to hug her. He was a little glad, not being able to see her made it easier to imagine it was you. He felt guilt, so much guilt. But he’s sure she’s done the same.

His hips bucked into her faster.

“Anton.” She moaned.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned.

“Right there.”

Anton felt himself cum again, thrusting and staying deep inside her, his dick twitching before slowly softening inside.

“Thank you.” He said, barely pulling out before he fell back asleep.

When the morning came, Anton stayed in bed, cuddling his girlfriend to try and forget how bad of a person he felt. He spent most of his morning in bed: napping, watching videos on his phone, talking with her.

“You’re not usually like this.” She commented.

“Work’s been rough, so I just haven’t been quite myself.” Anton said.

She leaned over, giving Anton a long kiss.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.”

She got up to shower before getting breakfast. Almost on cue, you texted Anton as he heard the water running.

Y/n: Good morning! Y/n: Or good late morning! Anton: Morning! Y/n: Are you okay? After needing that thing yesterday? Anton: Yeah, coworker needed me to help at the office. All fine! Y/n: Workplaces and their incompetence 🙄 Anton: Lol Anton: Did you need anything? Y/n: No! I’m a little busy today :( just wanted to check in on you Anton: Thank you! I’m all good Y/n: That’s good to hear, gtg :( bye! Anton: Bye :(

Anton felt a weight leave him. No chances of bumping into you, not if he can stay home all day. Getting up, he walked to his kitchen, wanting to start cooking breakfast. His girlfriend walked out, drying her hair as he was in the middle of cooking.

“Would you like to eat? Food’s almost done.” Anton smiled at her.

“You’re too good for me.” She walked over, back hugging Anton as he continued cooking.

His week continued as usual, working and coming home, talking and being with his girlfriend, he occasionally worked on music with one of his friends, usually sending them samples to try out. Anton occasionally texted you, seeing what you were up to.

Y/n: Are you going out saturday? Anton: Are you asking me out? Y/n: To that bar! Lol Y/n: That we met at? Anton: I’m sure I’m free, my friends might tag along Y/n: Even better! My friends wanted to go back there, we can have a large hang out Anton: That sounds fun!

Saturday night Anton was picking out his outfit, unsure of what would look better. Oh, he felt like a little boy again. He grabbed at whatever shirt he could find and threw a jacket over it. He has no one to impress.

The walk to the bar was quick, Anton easily spotted his friends as they were standing outside.

“You look dressy.” Sungchan noted.

“No, not more than usual.” Anton replied.

“A touch more than usual.” Eunseok said.

“Is there a reason why you’re so dressed up, with your jacket and nice shirt.” Sungchan smirked.

“No, well,”

“Well?” Eunseok asked.

They walked into the bar, seeing the dim lights and tv screens glowing.

“My friend said they’d be here.”

“Your friend?”

“Yeah we knew each other in high school, found out she lives here.”

“Ooh, your high school friend, she know any embarrassing stories?” Sungchan asked, sitting down as they waited on the rest of their group.

“Hopefully not.” Anton replied.

His mind flashed to your first encounter together. Oh god, it was that party that Andrew threw. Anton drank only two beers before he felt incredibly drunk. He took his phone out to distract himself from how he embarrassed himself in front of you.

After some time, Anton looked up and saw you walk in with a few friends, he waved you over. Eunseok and Sungchan look over at you and your friends.

“Why is your friend hot?” Sungchan asked, leaning in to Anton.

“You don’t know which one is my friend.”

“I can tell.”

“Anton, these are my friends Estelle and Natalie.”

“These are my friends Eunseok and Sungchan, we have more of our friends coming soon.”

“Same as us.” Estelle said.

You grabbed at another table to move by theirs, sitting before they went to the bar to bring drinks.

As Sungchan and Anton went to the bar, he leaned over to Anton and asked if you were single.

“How would I know?” Anton laughed.

“You’d get signs, you’ve brought up your girlfriend.”

Anton stayed silent, feeling his heart beat hard.

“Anton, you’ve brought her up, right?”

“I- I never found a time to mention her.”

“Anton.”

“I’m not gonna cheat on my girlfriend, that’s is my friend. Nothing more.”

“So you’re not gonna be mad if I make a move?”

Anton looked at Sungchan, a little stunned at his words.

“No.” He scoffed.

“Took you a second.”

As the night continued, more friends came to the tables and mingled well. Some of your friends were getting close to his and Sungchan was certainly happy sitting between you and Anton.

“When did you meet Anton?” Sungchan asked.

“High school? A party, I think.” You answered.

“Anton was a party boy? I thought he was too straight for that.” Sungchan lightly slapped Anton’s shoulder.

“I’ve been to a few.” Anton defended himself.

“What was he like?” Sungchan asked.

“Shy.” You smiled.

“Oooh, you’ve always been a shy boy.” Shotaro ruffled Anton’s hair.

“What was a shy boy doing going to parties?” Shotaro asked.

You laughed, “I really don’t know, maybe peer pressured?” You teased.

The more Anton drank, the more relaxed he felt, which may not be what he needs. Lower inhibitions could make him do something stupid. After his drink he tapped out, telling his friend’s he’d be their driver.

As everyone continued drinking and chatting, the bar slowly died down. Being the last group, you all realized it was probably past closing. You helped your friends into your car, being their designated driver, as the boys stayed a bit after.

You said your goodbyes before leaving to drop your friends at their houses, Sungchan stuck around a bit with Anton before they went back to their friends.

“You’re a smart man.”

“Thank you.” Anton replied.

Sungchan held onto his shoulder, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Anton laughed.

“Bring your girlfriend up, even if it’s abrupt or something. Don’t be that guy.”

Anton went silent, “Yeah,” He nodded his head, “I will.”

They walked back, both boys helping drive their friends home before going home themselves. Anton laid awake, looking at his ceiling as he felt horrible. Nothing’s happened yet but he can’t help but feel this impending doom. At any minute things could go from fine to falling apart. He really should bring up his relationship

Anton’s week went on as usual, a little too usual. He guessed you were also busy with work as he hadn’t heard from you until Friday. His days spent finishing work and thinking of song lyrics for his friends. Anton found himself more clingy to his girlfriend, taking extra care of her out of his own guilt.

As Anton was on his lunch break, his girlfriend was texting him about her mother. She needed more help with living somewhere while her kitchen was being remodeled.

Gf <3: I can’t see you this weekend :( Anton: Oh? Gf <3: My mom is crashing at my place until her place is done Anton: I can come over, help you out Gf <3: You’re too sweet :,) Gf <3: But you’ve helped me too much, I can spend a weekend without you <3 Anton: Have a girls weekend with your mom? Gf <3: Exactly!

Anton continued on with his work until he was off, stretching before walking to his car. He felt tired and spent, planning on sleeping all weekend. Sitting in his car, he had an idea. A stupid idea, but one nonetheless.

Anton promised to take you on another lunch date, he could easily start distancing himself from you after this. One last obligation before feeling free from you.

Anton: Y/n! Sorry for not texting earlier Anton: Did you wanna go out to eat again? I still owe you Y/n: I totally forgot about that! Y/n: That’d be really nice! Work’s been kicking my ass ;-; Anton: Tomorrow? Maybe dinner this time? Y/n: Totally! Maybe around 8? Anton: Sounds great!

Anton felt his head begin to ache. Beginning to drive home as he thought of how stupid this was, he was creating distance but you even said you forgot about that promise. He could’ve been free his impulses but his impulses made him text you to begin with. He needed a long nap before dealing with this.

Anton was able to sleep most of the night and even past the morning. Waking up he saw dozens of texts from people. Replying to them, he explained how he fell asleep and was exhausted from work. He saw the updates his girlfriend sent to him, showing photos of what her and her mother were doing during their time together.

Anton: I thought a girl’s weekend was supposed to be no boys Anton: Even texting Gf <3: You’re no fun >:( Anton: Lol

Anton took a shower before getting ready for your dinner together. He washed and dried his hair, looked through his closet before picking out a nice outfit before he checked the time. It was around six, he still had time before picking you up.

Anton tried distracting himself but he felt himself grow more anxious as he just sat and waited. Dressing, he sent you a quick text before driving over. Your place was farther than he expected and the traffic wasn’t great during this time.

After being stuck in traffic a few times, he arrived at your place.

Anton: Here Anton: Hope I’m not too early 😅 Y/n: You can come up! Y/n: Floor 1 apartment 234! Anton: Thank you!

Anton parked his car before walking in, he looked around before making his way to the elevator and pressing the button to your floor. He walked around trying to find your apartment before knocking on your door.

Letting him in, Anton looked around your apartment. He looked at your furniture, your wall art, the small books and coasters set on the coffee table.

“You alright?” You asked.

“Yeah, you’re place is really nice.”

“Thank you.”

You grabbed at your bag before asking him, “Where are going?”

Anton froze, “Oh, um,”

“Did you forget to find a place.”

“No.” He lied.

You laughed, “I’ve heard my friends talk about this Italian restaurant on Walnut.”

“My friends have recommended that place, too.” He smiled.

“Let’s go.” You laughed.

He walked you to his car, opening your door for you before driving off to the restaurant. It wasn’t too far, a few streets over but the traffic wasn’t a joke, you’re sure you’ve been sitting in traffic for at least 20 minutes.

“Who knew this place was so busy.” Anton commented.

“Night life here isn’t a joke, huh.” You reply.

As Anton parked at the restaurant, the line wasn’t terrible, a few couples in front of you. You were able to get seated quickly. You liked the ambience, the dim lighting was romantic, the scent wasn’t strong or bad.

You looked over the menu as Anton ordered a wine for you two. Anton asked about your work, you mentioning how you’ve been busy. You both discussed your jobs, deadlines and dealing with coworkers bringing you both to your wits ends.

As the food you ordered came, you were surprised at how well it was. Not acidic or bland, no strong herbs overpowering the dishes, even the wine complimented the dishes well.

As your date came to an end, Anton felt he drank a glass too many.

“Did you want me to drive?” You asked.

“Maybe, we can go back to your place if you want, I can sober up there.”

Wait did he just invite himself to your apartment?

You nodded, helping him into his car as you moved into the driver’s seat. The drive to your place was much better than when you left, traffic dying down by half and made your drive far smoother.

Parking and helping Anton in, he was sobering up well but you wanted him to drink more water when you got inside. Unlocking your door, you took your shoes off, setting your bag down before grabbing some water for him.

You sat on the couch, gazing at Anton as he drank the water, feeling a wave of tension between the two of you. You found him quite attractive but you weren’t sure if this was the right time to try to initiate anything. He might still be a little tipsy and he hadn’t shown any sign of going further.

You were still shocked that this was the same shy guy he used to be, growing to be more muscular and far more confident.

You scooted a bit closer to him, “Are you alright? You look nervous.”

Anton looked at you, his stomach tight with knots, “I’m fine,” He laughed, “I get a little nervous being in new areas like this.”

You nodded your head.

“Maybe,” He cringed at himself, why is he talking?

“I think I’m more nervous around you.” He laughed, trying to ignore his face flushing. He should stop talking, his thoughts are shouting at him to shut up.

“Me? Why?” You scooted closer to him, enjoying this sight of him.

Anton tried his hardest to remain calm and aloof around you. Faking an air of confidence to seem like he grew up and became some cool guy, at least around you.

“You’re just really pretty.”

He fought the urge to scrunch his face.

“I’m pretty?” You leaned closer to him.

His eyes moved away, his chest was taking in deep breaths, trying something to calm his nerves. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should walk out and go to his girlfriend. Maybe even confess the weird affair-that’s-not-an-affair and hope she forgives him. Hope she gives him the silent treatment before slapping him and saying he has two strikes left. Or one strike, one wrong move and she will never be back with him ever again.

“So pretty.” He looked over at you, eyes almost shaking, he knows it’s from guilt but you see it as nervousness.

“You’re just as pretty.” You lean in closer, a few inches from his face.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No.” You say, a touch sternly, “You have such a pretty face.”

You carefully grasp his chin, turning his face to yours.

“Your lips are pretty, your eyes have always been pretty, your cheeks are pretty right now, being all red.” You chuckled.

Anton lightheartedly pulled your hand away, trying to look anywhere but you, it felt like you were moving closer and closer to him. He shouldn’t be here, his guilt is eating at him. He should be at home and not cheating. But he looked over at you and leaned in.

His lips pressed into yours as you held onto his shoulders. God, your lips were so soft, way softer than how he dreamed they would be. His hands moved up, holding the base of your skull against him, groaning into your kiss as you continued.

Maybe if he help you as close as possible he wouldn’t feel as guilty.

His lips parted, licking across yours and Anton swore he was in heaven. Your tongue was soft and glided across his so well. He could hear your soft moans as he continued kissing you, he felt you pull him closer, shifting to be on top of you.

He laid you against your couch, his hands petting your hair, thumb rubbing against your cheek before moving down. Feeling the curve of your shoulder and the softness of your arms, his hand carefully moved inward, feeling at your breast as Anton’s pants began to feel tight.

He pulled away, his head falling into your shoulder.

“Anton.” You sigh.

“You know, if I were different we could’ve done this a long time ago.”

“We can do this now.” You said in a low voice.

“Can we?” He asked. Does he have the strength to cheat? Can he be a cheater for you?

“We can.” You looked up at him, “My bedroom’s not far.”

Anton kissed you again, pulling you up to be flush against him. You moved to sit up, arms thrown around his shoulders, feeling his tight muscles as he pulled the two of you up. You began guiding him to your room, bumping into your walls and doorknobs before making it to your bed.

You sat down, looking up at Anton as he began crawling on top of you. He felt his moral leave his body as he continued kissing you, hands moving down to remove your clothing. You undo his shirt, hands trailing down his front to feel his muscles before hovering above his belt.

“You’re driving me crazy.” He groans.

“Sorry.” You smiled.

He moved down, kissing and marking along your neck and shoulder as he kissed your breasts. Unclasping your bra, he pushed them against his face, kissing and sucking along your flesh. Moving further down, he pulled your bottoms off, showing off a bit of his strength to see how you’d react. Seeing your thighs tremble lightly made him grow confident.

He slowly pushed your thighs open, reveling in the wet patch along your panties. Moving his fingers up, he teased at your core.

“So wet.”

Your hips bucked upwards.

“All for me?”

“All for you.” You gasped, feeling too sensitive to be teased.

He pulled your panties down, seeing some of your arousal cling to your panties and stretch thin until it broke. His right hand cupped your vulva, middle finger pushing in and feeling how wet you were.

“Anton.” You gasped.

He leaned closer to you, “You’re so wet for me.”

You looked away, feeling so embarrassed to see his smile.

“Look at me.” He moved his your chin towards him like you did to him earlier.

“Have you thought about this? Me fucking you?”

You nodded your head, keeping eye contact.

“How long?”

“A bit after we met. At the bar.”

He leaned in, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. His hips moved in, too, pressing his pants against your bare pussy, making you gasp and hold onto him.

“I thought about this, too, just like you, right after we met.”

Your hips began circling against his before you felt his large hands hold you still.

“I’m not gonna deny you anything, there’s nothing you have to be desperate for.” He kissed your neck, right where it dipped into your jaw.

“Ah.” You moaned.

Anton undid his pants and underwear, pressing his hard on against your thigh.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah, nightstand.”

He leaned over, opening your drawers before taking out a condom and sliding it on.

Anton pulled you down, fingers pressing into your hip bones as he laid his dick onto your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re huge.” You say, head craned upwards to see him.

He smiled, pulling away to align at your entrance. He swirled his fingers around your pussy, making you as wet as possible before sliding his head in. Your walls began fluttering around him.

“Calm down, you can take it.” He said, feeling your stomach relax.

Anton pushed further, almost half way before stopping to let you adjust. Looking up, you were a mess, your legs folding in, your breathing was ragged, your face was tense, too.

Moving to hover over you, Anton slid all the way in. You held onto his arms, gasping for breath as he stayed still, he doesn’t know how he did with the way your pussy was clenching around him.

“It’s alright, it’ll only take a minute.” He kissed your cheek.

After some time, you gave told him he could move. Your hand traveled down to rub your clit as he slid out, pushing back in you felt your legs shake. Every inch into you felt like too much, an outrageous amount of pleasure filling your core as Anton carefully sped up.

“Keep going.” You gasped out.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon.” He leaned down and kissed you, staying there as his hips moved on their own.

You continued moaning against his lips, fingers gliding around the build up of arousal on your clit as Anton continued. His rhythm was steady, he knew he was bigger than average and wanted to ease into anything rough.

“God you feel so good around me.”

Your walls clenched as he said that.

Anton couldn’t help but think about how his girlfriend didn’t feel like this. Fuck. He laid his head into your shoulder, nipping at the skin to try and forget about her. He’s fucking you right now, there’s no need to think of the really nice girl he’s been dating for a year.

He sped up, hips beginning to pound into yours, he slid almost entirely out before thrusting back into you.

“Anton.” You moaned.

“Feels good?”

“Keeping going.” You nodded.

He held onto your legs, hooking his hands behind your knees and pushing them towards your shoulders.

“Anton, yes!” You moaned, feeling so overcome with pleasure.

He’s never like this with his girlfriend. He’s always so slow and gentle, he never got rough with her. But you’re not her.

He continued pounding into you, engrossed with the sight of your fingers circling your clit, the sound of your moans, the expressions you have when he pleasures you. Before Anton could tell, he’s cumming into the condom.

He pulls you against him, your fingers grinding heavily against your clit as he gives you a few more thrusts before stilling. He felt your walls clench around him, holding him in place before fluttering still.

You pull him onto you, feeling his weight push you into the mattress.

“You’re so good.”

He laughed, the vibrations echoing onto you, “I am?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So,” Anton couldn’t finish his thought, scared by what the rest of his sentence could be.

“So I’m gonna hold onto you for a while.” You laughed.

You felt him slowly pull out of you, hearing him laugh as he threw out the condom before relaxing into your bed.

He’s fucked.

taglist: @yoursyuno

#anton imagines #anton scenarios #anton smut #anton lee x reader #anton lee imagines #anton lee scenarios #anton hard hours #anton x reader #riize smut #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize hard hours #choerrys works

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marsmaximoff · 5 months ago

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🪩; club pentagon 𖦹₊⋆☾

content warning: ‘long haired’ fem!reader. suggestive. drugs, alcohol.

word count: 1.4k 💜

author’s note: y’all idk what’s happening to me. like i swear when i watched the show i didn’t care about him. in fact i didn’t even like him. and now i can’t stop thinking about his hot face and hands 😔 expect more fics to come cause i’m going crazy. btw, i apologize for the possible mistakes as english is my third language. enjoy <3!

divider by @strangergraphics <3

the colorful lights create a shiny veil over the club. the music reverberating throughout the place, accompanied by loud, excited screams and intoxicated voices, acts as a barrier to the real world.

while i wait for my friend to come back from the bathroom, a guy catches my eye, separated from the rest, in a corner. he must be around my age, a bit older. and i don’t know what it is exactly, but something immediately lures me in. something about his aura, his vibe.... maybe it’s the dark hair, or the tattoos on his arm, the way he’s talking to the man next to him like he’s important...

he looks hot. and like a total dick too.

“you like him?” your friend inquires cheekily, noticing your stare. “i haven’t seen him before.” you don’t forget someone like him. his tall frame and dark clothes adding to the arousing pull i’m feeling. “he’s the reason we’re here. i found the club through him; he promotes it.” “do you know him?” there’s a growing curiosity inside of me, to know more, “not at all”, to get closer. “he looks like a playboy,” she declares, to which i can only agree. “an attractive one, tho.”

on cue, as if he had heard us -impossible given the distance- he takes his eyes from that man and locks his gaze on mine, sending a flutter through my stomach. but i don’t shy away, seeing his eyes go down my body, checking me out, unashamedly. a hussy grin accompanies the action while i keep the intense eye contact going for some time before turning around and heading back to the dance floor. as i do, i feel his gaze slide over my body and smile to myself, satisfied, trying to sensualize my walk a bit.

the night continues as usual: drinks, dancing, some flirting here and there, all that still carrying a boost of confidence from that previous interaction.

eventually, i take a break sitting by the counter, and almost in no time, a smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and something else surrounds me.

“hey” he speaks with confidence and a certain ego; the grin is back where it had been before. he leans on the bar and studies me, daringly, carefully. that seems to fuel my boldness, because my hand moves almost instantly towards his face, slowly. he doesn’t back away or stop me; he doesn’t even flinch. i gather the remaining white powder from the warm skin right over his upper lip with a finger and lower it, showing it to him. “oops, my bad,” he says playfully while grabbing my wrist. then, he brings it to his mouth and licks it off my fingertip without one of us breaking eye contact for a single second. holy. fuck. afterwards, he laughs softly, my heart rate going crazy, “want some? i only have the best.” i shake my head, choosing to keep my drifting lucidity.

my gaze travels down his body until reaching his tattooed arm. “you like ‘em?” “i dont see many people around who have them” “yeah…bunch of pussies. these didnt hurt at all, you know.” the smugness of his words an obvious sign of his eagerness to impress. “you got more?” “oohh, someone’s interested…” i scoff finding his teasing annoying, yet unable to deny the way i have to press my lips together to hold back a smile. “i love tattoos” “yeah? wanna touch?” his comments come off so nonchalantly, flirting a natural habit of his. “i mean, you've already gone for my mouth...” his voice lowers a bit, having the clearly much-expected effect on me, and i give in, my yearning taking my fingers to his arm. the smooth and steamy flesh welcomes me with a satisfying shiver, and the hitch of his breath makes me slow down, caressing softly, seductively.

i don't know if he's trying to contain himself, or enjoying it too much, but i see him biting his lip, and it feels so good to find a tiny crack in his confident facade, the growing heat in my belly seconding it. the initial trace of ink becomes a search of his now more prominent veins, up and down. “i like how it looks.” i give him a final graze, but this time it’s my hand that strokes his arm all the way down his slender, ring-adorned fingers which i hold and toy with before letting go to replace them with my drink, leaving him all greedy for more. his skin on fire.

he’s affected now, trying to break the spell, attempting to somehow regain control while his breathing’s all over the place. cute.

the drink sugars my senses, but it’s not nearly as sweet as the feel of him.

“you like the club?” he goes back to his usual self, his comfort zone, something he can proudly show off. “yeah, i like the ambience” “i can show you around…this place’s my second home.” i know what he's doing, using an excuse to move this somewhere quieter, more private, more comfortable…. but i decide to play a bit with him. “i don’t know… i'm really enjoying this area.” he smirks, “and it only gets better, we don't leave the best within reach of just anyone”, getting closer. “so you’re saying you'll make it worth my time?” he pokes his cheek with his tongue, turning me on even more. fucking tease. “in fact you'll regret it if you don't come.” “mmm…im not sure…maybe i need a preview….” his face is mere millimeters from mine, giving me a perfect view of the mischievous look that takes over his. then, he grabs a small bag from his pocket -more white powder- and pushes my hair away from my shoulder, the contact leaving goosebumps everywhere. when the bareness pleases him, an unfamiliar feeling covers my skin. and then i realize, he’s pouring it on me. jesus christ. he leaves a shivery trail up to my neck, molding it to get a perfect line. his hot breath is getting me dizzy, his hand enveloping the other side of my neck, his allure a dangerous mix with the alcohol. he snorts the line in one, the tip of his nose tickling my burning skin. “yesss, shit baby”, he groans huskily underneath my ear, adding a bit of pressure with his hand, and i feel my wetness starting to become uncomfortable.

he’s laughing when he pulls back, “how’s that for a preview?”, finishing rubbing the remains of his nose. but i can only focus on his fingers, fuck. i need more. “not bad” i try so hard to think of something witty, flirty, to keep the back and forth going, but i can’t. my brain is foggy, my body is flaming, and my belly is killing me with all those damn backflips. “not bad? that’s not nice of you….imma have to do something about that attitude of yours…” i stand up from the stool, suddenly desperate to get out of there. “maybe i do need that tour, a change from the loud music and everything” god i’ve truly become pathetic. and it seems to amuse him, “yeah? i thought you liked the ambience here….” “and i thought you said you’d make it worth my time” i make him smirk again, what a damn sight, and before i know it he’s taking me who knows where.

the moment the door closes behind us, my back is pushed to the wall, his arms caging me. this time, his eyes stay on my lips while he bites his. “fuck, you’re so hot” i can’t hold it anymore. the praise gets to him and makes him snap, harshly pressing our mouths together. the kiss is rough, desperate, as if we were running out of time. i let out a muffled moan as he brings me closer to his warm body and slides one hand towards my neck, adding some pressure. i’ve never had such a messy, intense kiss before, it makes my legs weak. he keeps asserting dominance the whole time, and bites my lip before pulling back and heading towards my neck.

my moans get louder as i feel him leaving hickeys all over my skin. “it’s namgyu”, he corrects me, hovering over my flesh. but the blood is already pounding in my ears. “huh?”

“i want you to know what to moan”

#squid game #namgyu x reader #namgyu x you #player 124 #player 124 x reader #player 124 x you #nam gyu #roh jae won #namgyu x y/n #roh jae won x reader #player 124 x y/n #squid game 2 #squid game x reader #squid game x you #squid game x y/n #roh jae won x you #Spotify

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markliving · 4 months ago

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TURN OVER [1]

pairing: bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x reader

warnings: overprotetive brother!geto suguru, some angst, nanami is bestfriend of reader, satoru is a idiot in love, reader is one year younger that satoru and geto, mentions of alcohol, all the character are of legal age

words: 1060 (part one)

synopse: Satoru did not fall in love easily; in fact, there was only one person who truly occupied his heart and mind: you. However, there was a small problem—you were Suguru's younger sister, his best friend, who fiercely protected you from any dubious intentions. So, he found himself trapped between two choices: maintaining his friendship with Geto and losing you, or ending a lifelong friendship with Geto and having the chance to possibly take you out.

author note: hey guys! i think i'm a little obsessed with gojo, so there is another history with him!!! i hope you guys are doing well, here in brasil is pretty hot, so dont forget to drink some water!

English is not my first language!

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It had been fifteen seconds since Gojo Satoru had been staring intently in your direction. Anyone watching from afar would clearly say that he was a crazy guy obsessed with a girl and that he liked to stalk her around. In fact, this was the complete opposite, you had known each other for years, almost more than half of your lives, and in the situation you were in, Satoru really did look like a maniac staring in your direction, but not on purpose, he was almost hypnotized, unable to stop looking and thinking.

“If you keep staring a little longer, he’s going to find out.” The one who stole the young man's attention was Ieiri, one of the best people who had crossed the young man's life, and also, a long-time friendship that, possibly, was the first person who noticed the different way he looked at you.

He sipped a little of the drink he held in his hands, trying to pay attention to something else.

Satoru, in fact, wanted to be able to forget your existence, at least for a day, and nullify any feeling he had for you. He knew that he could never even touch your hair or whisper words of affection to you, after all, Geto Suguru was your older brother, and he knew very well what had happened to other people who had confessed to you.

This was the first time he thought he was screwed.

Coming in his and Shoko’s direction, Geto had a small smile on his lips and a cup in his hand.

Suguru and Satoru had a long history. They were childhood friends, lived on the same street, and studied at the same school. And, even after leaving high school, they went to the same college and the same fraternity. They were the perfect definition of best friends and Satoru didn’t want to ruin that. After all, Geto had a huge attachment to you and knew that it wouldn’t be easy to convince his friend that this wasn’t just a joke.

“Why is he like that?” Suguru asked Shoko, who was watching the scene without expressing any kind of reaction.

“He got dumped”, she replied, lying, while pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.

Geto pretended to punch his friend’s shoulder.

“Stop being an idiot and enjoy the party!”

Gojo pushed himself off the beam he was leaning against and ran a hand through the white strands of his hair.

“I’m going to get another drink”, he said and passed by Suguru and Shoko towards the kitchen, where the various drinks of the party were.

As he walked, some people greeted him, after all, he was one of the hosts of the party, however, he only gave a small smile and continued on his path. He was starting to get stressed with himself and didn’t want to chat with others.

However, the last person he wanted to see at that moment was in the room, near the kitchen sink, filling a cup with some cheap drink that was there.

“You know it’s rude to stare, right?” Gojo was quickly pulled out of his reverie when he heard your voice. He blinked a few times, a little stunned, but quickly composed himself and stuck his tongue out at you.

“What’s that?” The young man walked up to you, asking about the liquid in your cup.

“Energy drink.”

“Just that?”

He seemed surprised by your answer and took the cup from your hand, sipping a little of the drink in an attempt to see if you were telling the truth. And you really weren’t lying, it was just a bit of cheap energy drink that you had bought earlier.

“What happened? Did Suguru forbid you from drinking or something?” He handed the cup back to you and went towards the fridge and took a bottle of Heineken from it.

“You guys should work for them”, you said, referring to the beer brand, rolling your eyes and, now, it was your turn to stick your tongue out at him.

Satoru walked in your direction, put his arm around your shoulders, and whispered in your ear:

“You look really pretty today”

And a blush appeared on your cheeks upon hearing the compliment. Satoru knew very well how to make you flustered, even more so after discovering that compliments were your weak point.

Then, he started guiding you through the crowd, leading you to where Suguru and Ieri were talking.

“Look who I found lost in the kitchen”, Satoru commented with a smile.

Suguru gave his famous smile when he saw you, and Shoko put out the cigarette she had on her lips, throwing the butt into a nearby trash can.

“Enjoying the party?”, your brother asked you.

However, you were more paying attention to Satoru’s arm around your shoulders, which, as much as it was common, made you extremely nervous. And, to your displeasure, Suguru had noticed.

“It’s going fine”, you replied as you moved away from Satoru’s arm.

More and more, you were certain that being at that party was one of the biggest mistakes you had made over twenty years. Being near Satoru Gojo, in fact, was your biggest mistake.

But what to do when he was your brother’s best friend? The person who, since you were five years old, had been part of half of your day and whom you grew up watching become the person he is today?

What to do when you are in love with your best friend?

Suddenly, one of your friends approached, calling you to meet some other people, and, as an attempt to avoid Gojo, you followed her.

The smile that had been on Suguru’s face simply disappeared.

“What the fuck was that, Gojo?”, he asked, punching his friend’s arm, the same one who had been watching you walk away, and who was startled after such an action.

“What?”, Satoru seemed extremely scared by the question, knowing very well that he had noticed.

“I think you better not try anything… or else I’ll beat you up”, Geto threatened the other and walked towards the kitchen of the house.

“Pff… I told you, ‘Toru!” Shoko had a small smile on her face, the famous look of someone who warned and the other didn’t take it seriously.

Satoru was screwed and you would be his death.

#female reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #bestfriend brother!gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #platonic!geto suguru

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mondaymelon · 2 years ago

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— 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆…♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ yandere!childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: low and behold, jealousy, possessive + obsessive (who would’ve thought), oops he’s yandere mb, established relationship, dottore... chokes you? you’re his subordinate + dr*gging (scara) dont ask me what im doing i dont know either

⤷ “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you won’t forget that.”

“Where were you yesterday night?”

CHILDE’s empty gaze lands on you and doesn’t let you leave it’s sight as soon as you walk through the door. You sense an air of displeasure surrounding your boyfriend as he leans back on the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes fixtated on you. You haven’t done anything wrong, so why do you feel like a deer caught in headlights?

“I just went out with some friends…?” You aren’t sure of the source of his inexplicable anger, but you decide it’d be best not to trigger it.

“They treated me to some street food, and that was it, really…” It’s hard to elaborate further with the harbinger keeping completely silent, and his gaze feels like it’s piercing you.

He echoes a word that seems to have sparked his interest. “‘They?’” “Uhm- you know, Xingqiu, Chongyun, and Xiangling…”

Unconsciously, you let a brief smile cross your face at the mention of your good friends’ names, remembering the lively bustle of Liyue Harbor and the many laughs shared between the four of you.

It’s a sight that doesn’t escape Childe’s keen eye. Instantly, he’s three steps closer, with your chin raised in his gloved hand. “Wipe that smile off of your face, goddamnit.” He speaks through gritted teeth, though his harsh voice is obscured by the way his words come out as a soft hiss. His brows are furrowed, eyes flashing with annoyance as he pauses and takes in a deep breath.

“Wh…what’s with you? Don’t do those things so suddenly!” You yelp, attempting to move away only for your back to hit the wall.

The male only lets out a breathy laugh. “Ah, honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing either…” He’s much more reserved now, but you know him well enough to be aware of how he’s silently seething under the surface. “Archons, you’re a troublesome thing, aren’t you? To think affection would do such a thing to me… hah, what a thrill!” He glances up long enough for you to catch his twisted expression, eyes blown and a smile spreading across his face. “Jealousy, hm? Hahaha, oh how the troops would ridicule me if they knew!” He stops to take in a breath, his chest heaving up and down erratically. What a fool you’ve made me, darling.”

“Wh-What?” He’s moving closer, too close, his hot breath fanning your face.

“Look at me, you’ve made me a pliable idiot under your touch, haven’t you? Don’t even think about leaving now.”

“You don’t have to worry, all I’ll do is just make sure that pretty little head if yours doesn’t think about anything except me only.” ♡

“A friend, you say?”

DOTTORE has a quizzical look about him, as it’s rather odd how much amusement his crimson eyes hold. “Hmm, is that so?”

“Yes…?” You don’t know what has come over your boyfriend at the moment, but he ponders your words as if they hold a different meaning - which, they don’t. Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel like the guilty party… but you haven’t done anything wrong, have you?

“I need a name.” He whips out a small notebook out of seemingly nowhere, a pen also appearing in his hand.

“Oh, uhm-“ You momentarily pause, hesitant as you pictured the familiar fox-eared forest ranger. “He’s not exactly fond of the Fatui…”

The male lets out a hum, smile only spreading wider. “All the better. Explain him. Thoroughly.”

You frown. “Why are you so fixated on-“

You swallow your words as they’re interrupted by a sound that’s more akin to a bark than a laugh. “Ahhh, I knew giving you my hand would be beneficial, just look how delightfully humorous you are!” He strides closer, one step, then another, effortlessly closing the space between the two of you. You can feel his red gaze through where it’s obstructed from the mask he always dons, and you have a feeling that his eyes are trained toward your every move. “Do you truly mean to say that I am not to ask of this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“It shouldn’t be of your concern…”

“Oh, but it is.” Dottore does what looks like a shrug, an action you certainly wouldn’t put past him. “Do I not have the right to monitor my partner’s actions? Who knows,” He steps even closer, his arms positioned in either side of you. “What kind of things you might be doing with this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“Dottore, what you’re implying right now is-!”

“My name sounds good in your mouth. You should say it more often.” Even in such a situation, he won’t stop his teasing mannerisms. “Ah, but perhaps you say his name much more often, don’t you?”

The words escape your mouth before you can halt them: “Tighnari isn’t!-“

“Tighnari, you said?” Dottore lets out a low chuckle, his voice giving way to his definite ecstasy. “Ah, so that’s his name? I’ll be sure to remember it. Hm, who knows, perhaps he’d make a wonderful subject of mine?”

“Why- Why are you doing this??”

“Isn’t it obvious, darling?” He’s shifted closer once more, and the very air you breathe feels suffocating. “I desire for you, and only you. Ahhhahah, you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you? Carve up my heart for all it matters, just be mine.” His fingers find his way around your throat, and it’s even harder to inhale than before. Dizzying black spots begin to grow larger, casting the edges of your vision into to darkness. “But in order for to us to live happily, together, I’ll have to make sure of things first… and first on the list…” A low growl makes its way out of his throat. “I’ll just need to make sure there won’t be any lasting regrets for you, hm? Just a few dead here and there, who’s really going to notice? After all…”

“I can’t have you running from my grasp, can I?” ♡

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be going out tonight?”

SCARAMOUCHE’s scornful glare is enough to make you cower where you stand in front of the door to his private quarters. His significantly short stature made it rather difficult for him to tower over you, but the deathly aura that surrounded the male was already more than enough.

“My apologies, sir. I was not aware that it was mandatory to inform you of my departure.” You give him a swift bow, casting your eyes to the floor. Several possibilities ran through your head. Perhaps he’d just settle for a rather harsh scolding, or maybe a social probation. Either way, a small part of you stirred in annoyance at your superior’s words. Nowhere in the trainee handbook had such a rule been written! You had heard the not quite so savory rumors of the 6th Harbinger numerous times before, and while they had never really proved to be a significant problem, the reason they had even surfaced in the first place was beginning to dawn on you.

“Where?” He raises his hand, a sign to lift your head. He’s being rather gracious today…? Perhaps he had been in a good mood - that is, until you soured it.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Where did you go?” There’s clear frustration in his tone for having to repeat himself.

“To the nearest marketplace. The soldiers in the east quadrant needed more supplies.”

“And you complied? You let them just push you around like that?

“Respectfully, sir, if I hadn’t, they would’ve done the same and pestered someone else. There was no task assigned to us-”

“Us?”

“I and another lieutenant, sir. He agreed to help me because-”

“Did I grant you the right to go with that scum?” It startles you, how much venom lies in his words. Posture stiffening, you manage to glance up, only to meet his burning violet gaze.

“Sir, I don’t underst-”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Something seems to suddenly come over the harbinger as he doubles over in his signature maniacal laughter. “You never understand, do you??”

You take a step back, only for your heel to hit the wall behind you. “Lord Scaramouche…?” For every quickened breath you take, he sways an inch closer.

“I’ve been sending you so many signs, doing nearly everything in my power to just make it so my affection would get through to that dense head of yours, but no, you still remain ignorant, ignorant for how much I’m willing to do for you! Anything and everything, no matter where and what. If it means words of praise from your mouth and your warmth touch, then any task is worth fulfilling.” The malice in his eyes dims slightly as he closes them, smiling at you brightly as he slides his hand into yours. His hand is cool, his skin smooth and unblemished, yet rigidly unnatural, the sharp angles of his joints proof of the way he was crafted into this world. A being… incapable of love…? No, the heartless being in front of you was certainly capable, and far too deeply immersed in the feeling. His lips brush against yours, yet darken dangerously when you shift your head away as an act of avoidance.

“Don’t be like that, not after all the trouble I’ve went through, just to ensure that you’ll finally be in my arms…” There’s a flash of light, a tendril of purple lightning, and all of a sudden, your limbs feel weak. You don’t know when you’ve collapsed onto the floor, or when you’ve been nestled into Lord Scaramouche’s arms, but you’re able to make out his words through the fog in your mind.

“Ah? It seems that the solution I slipped into your dinner proved to be quite potent. It’s a shame you won’t be seeing more of it, but alas, I can’t possibly keep you here any longer. Not when there are countless of those dogs salivating over the thought of you, those wretched vermin…” Sensation in your fingers, his lips against the back of your hand as he kisses it gently.

“There won’t be any need to worry anymore, darling. I’ll be all that you need.” ♡

(a/n) for you guys who were hoping for something soft n fluffy, sorry, please take this offering as an apology.

“Ah, I hate this feeling, whenever you hang out with them it’s just…”

“Are you… jealous?”

“What?? No, no way!! Don’t get the wrong idea, alright?”

“Don’t worry love, you are my one and only beloved, so please don’t worry about me leaving you, because rest assured, it will never happen.”

“I…😭🥹🥺🥺”

smoochy smooch the end !!

help i feel like the quality of my fanfic is just slowly degrading over time have i peaked is it just downhill from here am i growing to become old and wrinkled 😞

(oh… it’s been a while hasn’t it…. a month of unexcused absence… i was trying to post this early but the yandere theme made me reach a stalemate FUCKK IM SORRY ILL WRITE MORE PSPSPS IM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING ALL OF YOU WAAAH)

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kuronarnze · 28 days ago

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HIII AIKAAAA its me 😈 anon, ive come back with another request, THE SHIDOU ONE WAS SOOOOOURRRRR GOODDDD, Can you make a oneshot of charles chevalier x reader where like the reader is julian loki's little sister and like is 15 years old like charles and like the reader (shes also the manager in pxg cause like loki is the coach in pxg) is in responsible to handle Charles cause like loki is already dying and stressed out cause charles is REAAAAlly playful + REAAAAALLY MISCHIEVOUS just like shidou but the reader and charles hold a special friendship bond between each other, and plus charles is pxg star midfielder but is really childish + chaotic, and Charles doesnt want to do his extra drills always so the reader needs to explain to Charles in a childish way like "whoosh boosh way" and charles will listen HAHAA SO SORRY IF MY REQUEST WAS TOO LONG AND TOO SEPCIFICCC, have a nice dayy aikaa, stay hydrated and dont forget to take care of yourself 🌹🌹🌹🫂🫂

- 😈 anon

a/n: HIHIIII 😈 anonn!! Omg im sosososo glad you enjoyed the shidou oneshot :)), this request is soooo cute omg i just HAD to do it i lovelovelove charles sm, AND DW i like long requests, have a nice day too !! THANK YOUU, dont forget to take care of yourself too 🫶, ENJOY THE ONESHOTTT

Charles Chevalier x Reader ! and ft maybe ooc stressed loki

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

"Handle with care"

Julian Loki was suffering.

"y/n," he said, gripping his clipboard like a lifeline. "Please. For the love of everything holy. Just make him do the drills."

You blinked innocently from where you were standing beside the bench, chewing a strawberry lollipop. “Drills?”

“YES. The ones he keeps skipping because he’s ‘too artistically blessed to suffer like a mortal.’ HIS WORDS.”

You looked over the field.

There he was. Charles Chevalier.

Your team’s star midfielder. Your brother’s biggest headache. And your personal chaos gremlin.

Currently, Charles was draped over the goal post like a dramatic cat, waving lazily at his teammates who tried to get him to move.

“Mon dieu~” he called, “My soul is too delicate for this heat! Let me paint with my feet, not drill like a machine!”

Julian turned to you again, deadpan. “He’s quoting poetry. Poetry. During training.”

You popped the lollipop out with a smile. “I got it.”

Julian collapsed onto the bench with a sigh of gratitude. “Thank you, y/n. You’re the only one he listens to.”

You skipped your way across the field.

“Char~les!” you called, hands on your hips.

He perked up immediately, smiling like sunshine. “y/n, my radiant flower! Have you come to rescue me from this prison of repetition and dust?”

You grinned. “Nope! I’m here to make you do your drills.”

He groaned. “Y/Nnnn, drills are boring. They crush my creative spirit—"

You cut him off by clapping your hands excitedly. “But Charles! This is the new whoosh-boosh training version!”

He paused. “…Whoosh-boosh?”

You nodded, all serious. “Yeah. It's where you run whoosh down the field like lightning, then boosh! kick the ball with mega style so the pass explodes.”

His eyes lit up like a child at a candy store. “...Exploding passes?”

“Exploding passes.”

He gasped dramatically, then jumped up. “Well why didn’t you say that earlier?!”

He bolted off like a rocket, yelling, “WHOOSH—BOOOOOSH!!”

You stifled a giggle as the assistant coach stared at you, absolutely baffled.

Ten minutes later, Charles had done all his drills—and then some—with dazzling flair, sound effects, and an occasional pirouette for fun.

You sat on the bench with your clipboard, watching him zoom past.

Julian walked over, blinking. “Did… did he just thank you for more laps?”

“Mhm.”

“…What did you say to him?”

You smiled. “Whoosh. Boosh.”

Julian muttered something about early retirement and wandered off in defeat.

Later, as training ended and the sky turned orange, Charles plopped beside you on the grass, cheeks slightly flushed from the workout.

“y/n,” he said quietly, “you’re the best manager in the universe.”

You blinked. “Really?”

He nodded. “If you weren’t here, I’d have run away to join a traveling circus.”

You snorted. “You are the circus.”

He grinned. “Oui.”

And then—surprising you—he gently flicked your forehead.

“Mon ange,” he added playfully, “thank you for never treating me like a hassle.”

Your heart melted just a bit.

“You’re not a hassle,” you said. “You’re just… a special assignment.”

He laughed, bright and boyish.

The chaotic star of PXG, and the girl who could handle him.

What a team.

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THANK YOU SM for readingg !! Feel free to request and have a good daayayayy !!

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gayfanservice · 9 months ago

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Kei with a male reader. figure their on the debate club or something and Kei vents to them because their a non biased person regarding volleyball and his team. Figure they give encouragement and kei just bluntly asks them out.

Guess who’s back (back again) I am back! (Once again)

Friends to lovers, i dont know anything about debating

*********

“-and that tiny-ass-mother-”

“Too strong, Kei, try to keep the emotions at an even level so it doesn’t cloud your judgement.”

“Huh? I’m not debating this, he’s tiny!” Kei huffed, cheeks pink and puffed ever so slightly as (Y/N) chuckled.

“Right, sorry, continue.”

Kei was currently flopped on (Y/N)’s bed, who was sitting at his desk, a notepad and pen in hand, looking like a therapist.

“He’s so annoying. We’re doing basic drills and these two just keep arguing! They argue about this, they argue about that! All they do is argue!” His hands dramatically extended to the air.

“Mhm, and how does that make you feel?” Kei sighed at his friend’s poor attempt to be funny, who found it just a little funny to fuck with him. If Kei didn’t like him so much, he would’ve kicked his ass for not taking this outrageous news to heart.

“Awful, because after practice I came here only to have your ass joking about my suffering.” There was obviously no malice behind the words; a playful undertone was hanging from them as his heart sped up. He huffed, again, and rolled to his side, cheeks turning more red, “If you were there, you’d understand.”

“Maybe, the only teammate of yours I know is Yamaguchi.” (Y/N) continued writing in the notepad for a few seconds. “Do you know why they fight?”

“‘Cause they’re stupid.” Kei snorted out, a proud look on his face as he rolled onto his back. “And immature, can’t forget that part.” He heard his friend hum, acknowledging his words. “But, you have no idea how much that twerp gets me so… angry! Genuinely, he’s the most annoying guy I know!”

“Have the captains-”

“Captain, technically there’s just one captain.”

“Just gonna down-play one, got it.” (Y/N) grinned, “Has the captain and co-captain, or whatever term you guys use, talked to them?”

Remembering how the two were literally thrown out because they couldn’t get along with each other, Kei bursted into a short, obnoxiously loud laugh, “You have no idea, they literally kicked them out of the gym until they could get along!”

Surprise was evident on (Y/N)’s face, “Wow, that, uh, yeah, that is a pretty intense hatred.”

Kei let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I can’t deal with those two, I swear.” He mumbled, rubbing his face, glasses pushed up to his forehead. “Thanks for letting me rant, without much interruption of course.”

“No prob, dog-”

“Gross.” If only he didn’t like this debating nerd.

“It’s always good to get stuff off your chest.”

“Is that way you joined the debate club?”

“No, I just like telling people they’re wrong.”

“I- that happens? I thought… actually, I don’t know what I thought.” (Y/N) cackled as he continued writing. Kei’s heart swelled at the noise, staring at the faint outlines of those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, no doubt that (Y/N) had since childhood. He sighed obnoxiously loud, again, “What am I gonna doooo,”

“Well you could quit-”

“No?” Kei scoffed at the audacity of this man to even think he’d quit volleyball because of those two dumbasses.

“-or you can tough it out. Just because they don’t get along now, doesn’t mean they never will. I bet in a couple weeks they’ll tolerate each other and stop being annoying.” The emotionally intelligent one said, still writing in the notepad.

“Yeah, I will.” As if he wasn’t already doing that.

The two sat in silence, for only a couple minutes. Kei went onto his phone, scrolling through whatever app was available to him. His face was still warm, heart still faster than normal. He liked the other boy for quite some time now, but he never had the guts to actually say anything. Hell, Kei wasn’t even sure if (Y/N) even liked him as a friend, but at this point it’d be awkward if he didn’t, so he assumes yes.

Kei took a deep breath, heart pounding faster and face turning red as he sat up, phone discarded to the side. Might as well confess after spilling your hateful guts, right?

“(Y/N),” He got a hum as said boy stopped writing, making eye contact with a red Kei, “Wanna go out with me?”

(Y/N) froze, the bluntness and randomness completely taken him by surprise. He felt his face heat up and tried to keep his composure, “Wow, very blunt and straight forward, never expected less from you, Tsukki.” He grinned.

“Oh, fuck you.” (Y/N) laughed as Kei deadpanned, not fond of how his friend called him by his childish nickname. “Statement: retracted.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Wait- no- Kei, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) snorted, amused by Kei’s childish actions, “I’m sorry, you just took me by surprise and I had to get you back! Yes, yes, I’ll date you, sourpuss.”

“Hm, I don’t know if you deserve it anymore.” A smile crept onto Kei’s face no matter how hard he tried to stay nonchalant. (Y/N)’s grin widened, setting the notepad and pencil down.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, “I guess we’ll both just be single for the rest of our lives, forever craving the touch of one another.” He held a hand over his heart, almost tipping the chair over with how far he leaned back.

“God, you’re weird.” Kei feigned disgust at the display in front of him.

The two laughed as they finished whatever they just did, the afternoon sun casting a shadow into the dimly lit room.

(Y/N) got up from his spot, “So, are we dating?” He asked as he sat beside Kei.

Kei’s heart once again sped up at the closeness of the other, “Uhm, I don’t know,” he didn’t know why he was awkward now, perhaps his brain was occupied with how easily he could lay down and finally cuddle (Y/N) like he’s thought of for the past couple of months, or perhaps it just suddenly got really hot out of no where, “are we?”

(Y/N) pretended to think, putting a finger to his chin as he leaned on Kei, “Sure, why not?”

*********

It has been… awhile lol

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leaderwon · 2 months ago

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CHAPTER 23 — SECRETS DONT STAY QUIET

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Keeping a secret never came naturally to you. Especially not one that burned under your skin like this.

It started small, just the way your hand brushed against Jake’s under the lunch table, a blink too long. The way your eyes lingered when he wasn’t looking. The way your pulse jumped when his did.

But small things don’t stay small forever.

You weren’t sure if it was instinct or paranoia, but you could feel the shift. Eyes following. Tension thickening. Something unseen beginning to unravel.

Jake had been careful. He always was. Smiling at you the same way he smiled at Lia or Stella. Talking to you in group conversations like nothing had changed. But his glances lingered, and his fingertips hesitated at your elbow when he passed behind you. You noticed. And so did others.

The first crack happened during lunch.

You’d been laughing — trying so hard to keep things light, when Jake leaned in a little too close to grab the water bottle beside you. Just a second. Just enough for his shoulder to brush yours, for your laughter to falter, for Lia’s eyes to flick toward the movement.

She didn’t say anything. But her head tilted, curious.

Later, in chemistry, you caught her watching you again — not in that idle, distracted way she usually did, but sharply, eyebrows drawn in thought like she was trying to puzzle something out. Her gaze kept bouncing between you and Jake’s side of the lab table. You couldn’t tell if she was suspicious of him or just of you.

And maybe you were acting strange. You kept fumbling things, forgetting the steps to the experiment. You almost knocked over a beaker. When Jake tried to help steady your hand, you flinched.

You could feel your facade slipping.

After class, you barely made it out of the lab before Jake caught up with you in the hallway. His voice was low, careful, but you could hear the tension crackling beneath it.

“You’re overthinking everything.” “I’m not,” you said too quickly. “You are.” He paused, watching the way your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You’re making it obvious.” “Well, maybe it is obvious,” you muttered, unable to meet his eyes. “Maybe everyone already knows.”

He exhaled, stepping closer, lowering his voice so no one would hear. “No one knows. Not really.”

You didn’t respond. You just looked at him, and it hit you again — that electric pull, that dizzying quiet that came only when you were this close. His eyes softened, just a little. Your breath hitched.

But before you could say anything else, a voice called your name. You jolted back like you’d been burned.

Sunghoon stood at the end of the hallway, books in hand, watching with something unreadable in his expression. He hadn’t seen how close you were. But he’d seen something. Enough to make your heart race.

Jake stepped away instantly, murmuring a quick goodbye before slipping into the crowd. You tried to act casual as Sunghoon approached, even though your pulse was still thundering in your ears.

He didn’t say anything suspicious. Just asked if you’d finished the assignment for history. But you couldn’t help wondering — did he know? Did he feel it, the way you did?

You didn’t sleep much that night. Every moment kept replaying in your mind — Jake’s touch, Lia’s stare, Sunghoon’s arrival. You kept thinking about how everything was starting to splinter, like hairline cracks in glass. And cracks always spread.

The next day, it only got worse.

Lia sat beside you in literature class and leaned in mid discussion, whispering something that made your stomach twist.

“You and Jake have been weird lately.”

You choked on your words.

“What?” you asked, voice higher than you meant it to be. “I said weird,” she repeated, casually flipping a page. “Like… something’s different.” You tried to laugh it off. Tried to deflect. But the suspicion in her eyes didn’t waver, and your smile faltered far too fast.

You thought you’d made it through the day unscathed, but then it happened again — alone in the music room after school. You’d gone in to drop something off, but Jake was already there, leaning against the window like he’d been waiting for you. Maybe he had.

“I missed you today,” he said softly. You hesitated, shutting the door behind you, heart already racing. “I was around.” “Not really,” he said, tilting his head, watching you like you were slipping away.

You didn’t answer. The air between you stretched thin, strung tight with all the things you weren’t saying. You crossed the room slowly, your fingers brushing the edge of the piano bench, as if you could stay grounded somehow.

“I hate not being able to do this,” Jake murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “I know,” you said, voice barely audible.

You weren’t sure who moved first. Maybe it didn’t matter. His hand found yours, warm and trembling just slightly. He stepped closer, and the world quieted.

“I think about you all the time,” he whispered. You blinked, breath catching. “Jake…”

But the rest of your words dissolved into the space between you, because he kissed you.

Jake’s lips met yours before either of you could think.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t gentle or cautious. It was all instinct — the kind of kiss that came from everything unsaid, everything simmering between you both for weeks. Your back hit the bookshelf behind you, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter. One hand slid up your spine, the other tangled into your hair like he didn’t want to let go.

You kissed him like it was the only language either of you understood. Like there had been a clock ticking down to this moment all along and it had finally run out.

The air between you was hot, charged, every movement laced with urgency — but not desperation. It was slow where it needed to be, intense where it couldn’t help but be. His breath was warm against your cheek as he deepened it, pulling you closer like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

And for a second, you didn’t care about anything else.

Not the noise outside. Not the tension building between your friends. Not the weight of what this meant.

Just Jake. Just now.

But the moment shattered.

Footsteps in the hallway. The door creaked open.

Jake stepped back at the sound, chest still rising fast, lips red and eyes dark. You blinked, pulse racing, trying to catch up with your own heartbeat.

Then your gaze snapped toward the doorway.

Jay stood there. Frozen.

His face didn’t twist in shock or betrayal — it was worse. Blank. As if his body had registered it, but his heart hadn’t caught up yet.

The silence in the room swallowed everything. He turned before either of you could say anything. And walked out.

Leaving you standing there, breathless and undone, with Jake’s hands still hovering near your waist — and a thousand questions hanging in the air.

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listofwhyyouloveher · 1 year ago

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Helloo!!

I was wondering if you could do the gang(Separate) with a reader who love photography and they get nervous they accidentally take a picture of them please? If not then it's okay!💗💗

Summary: In which you accidentally take a photo of your greaser boyfriend. Warnings: none Author's Note: i kinda didn’t understand this ask, so if I do something wrong feel free to tell me and ill fix it! (i also dont really understand how vintage cameras work) You were big on photography. Everyone knew you were good at it, so you made a couple hundred bucks per month shooting photos for people. You were out on a walk with your boyfriend when you saw the most gorgeous scenery. Excitedly, you set up your camera and tried to snap a few photos of it when you noticed that your boyfriend was in frame.

PONYBOY CURTIS You and Pony were walking down past a meadowed area when you saw the sun starting to set. You poked Pony and asked him if you could take a couple of photos, which he of course agreed to. You set your camera up on the tripod and started snapping photos. Only when you developed the photos in your makeshift darkroom did you see it. Pony was standing about ⅓ of the way in the photo, he was looking off into the distance and the sunlight of the sunset framed his face beautifully. “Oh,” You said, bringing the photo up to see it better. “What’s up?” Pony asked, getting up from the corner he had made his own in your darkroom. He looked at the photo in your hands but you hid it before he could see. “C’mon, Y/n show me,” He wrapped his arms around you, trying to grab the photo from you. You held on firmly but not quite enough to match Pony’s strength. He snatched the photo from your fingers and looked at it. He was really quiet, staring at the photo and you mumbled an excuse, “Sorry, didn’t even see you in the frame..” You looked down at your hands but Pony just stared at you. “You kidding? You made me look like some kind of model. Holy shit, Y/n, this is so good!” He exclaimed, looking at the picture again. You looked up, bright-eyed and smiling. “God, can I keep this?!”

JOHNNY CADE Johnny had never really liked to be in your photos. So when you were developing the photos that you took in the lot of the gorgeous moon surrounded by thick trees you were shocked to see that you had let Johnny get into frame. He was looking at you, adoration in his eyes and his hair perfectly shaped his face. He looked gorgeous. So you secretly hung that photo up in your bedroom. One day, you invited Johnny over on a whim, completely forgetting about the photo. When he entered your bedroom, the first thing he saw was your photo. You’d always shown him your photos so that’s what first caught his eye, a photo he hadn’t seen before. When he stepped closer he realised what it was. You tried to get him to stop looking at it by stammering out a silly apology. “I’m sorry! Let’s just forget about this!” You were blushing with embarrassment but he just smiled at you. “You can keep it.” A light coat of pink dusting his cheeks. SODAPOP CURTIS Soda likes photos of him, but the photos he likes are never candid. He like those photos where he's staring directly at the camera, flexing or holding a cigarette in his hand. So when he found a photo of him laying in the grass, the sun hitting his face in the right angle, in your book he was shocked.

“When di'ja take this?” He asked showing you the photo. You blushed.

“Uh, last week.” You mumbled.

“And you didn't tell me?” you hung your head, ready to apologize.

“I like this. Why don't we take photos like this more often.” He patted your head.your head. STEVE RANDLE You thought Steve working was the cutest thing ever, but Steve only allowed you to take photos of the workshop because he thought he’d look weird if you took a photo of him working. It startled you that when you looked at the pictures after they’d dried, you saw the side of Steve's face as he looked out the window. It was a genuinely beautiful photo, so you put it in your car. You had completely forgotten about it because of your car’s sudden engine failure. You took it to the shop and asked Steve to fix it. When he went inside to check something out, he saw the picture and immediately started laughing. “I told you I’d look silly,” He said, taking the photo from its place and pointing at it. You blushed but shook your head, “I think it’s a very pretty picture,” “Well, I probably won’t burn it then.” TWO BIT MATTHEWS

Two Bit always ruined your photos. He always held a silly face or pose, so much so that you banned him from being in your photos. However, when you pull one of your pictures out and see his silly face looking oblivious to the picture in the corner of the photo you bursted out laughing. Two-Bit, who was sitting in your dark room, got up to see what you were laughing about. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t have enough strength to hold onto the photo to keep him from seeing it. When he took a look at the photo he chuckled too, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your temple. “Are you laughing at me?” He asked, lightheartedly. You laughed harder, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. He tsked and threw the photo onto the ground. “I’ll give you something to laugh about” He joked and started tickling you. DARRY CURTIS Darry’s only photos around the house are of Pony and Soda. It makes you feel sad that he’s not as proud of his achievements, but you still respect him for it. Every picture you have of Darry you cherish. Sometimes they’re accidental photos and you hid them from him, or sometimes he allowed you to take one or two and looked at them closely before allowing you to keep them. So when he stumbled on your stash of photos of him, you nearly fainted. “Oh!...” You put your hand over your mouth when he opened the drawer with your photos in it. “I don’t remember some of these,” He stated, picking them up. “Uh..yeah,” You blushed out of embarrassment but he just smiled at you. “Makes me sad, these are just in the drawer. Why don’t you hang ‘em up?” DALLAS WINSTON Dallas HATED photos. So when your finger accidentally slipped and he caught the flick of your camera when he was in frame, he nearly chased you around town trying to get rid of it. You were crying laughing by the time you made it to your house and he was, lightheartedly, teasing you. “Ok Dal, I’ll cut you a deal. If you like the photo, and you HAVE to be honest, I’ll keep it. If you don’t I’ll toss it.” You held out your hand for him to shake. He made a show of pondering it but shook your hand with a laugh. Once the photo had been developed you took it out to look at it. Dallas looked over your shoulder and huffed. “Do you like it?” He asked. “I think its very pretty.” You said, looking up at him. “Then we can keep it.”

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n1ght0f-nyx · 1 year ago

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mha boys asking you out pt2/3

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, all mights fully retired in this one, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone characters: touya todoroki (dabi), tomura shigaraki, himiko toga, Jin Bubaigawara (twice) Toshinori Yagi (all might), Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada (present mic)

Dabi/Touya todoroki The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that made me feel like the world had paused just for a moment. The stars overhead seemed to twinkle more brightly than usual, casting a soft glow over the abandoned rooftop I often found myself on when I needed to think. Tonight, though, I wasn’t alone.

Dabi was there, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, his usual smirk absent. His turquoise eyes seemed deeper tonight, filled with something I couldn't quite place. He had asked me to meet him here, and curiosity had compelled me to come, even though a part of me felt uneasy.

"Y/N," he said, his voice a low rumble that always sent shivers down my spine. "Thanks for coming."

I nodded, my heart beating a little faster than usual. "Of course. You sounded like you had something important to say."

He glanced away for a moment, staring out at the cityscape before taking a deep breath. "I’ve never been good at this sort of thing," he began, and I could see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "Being open. Being... honest."

I took a step closer, my curiosity piqued. "Dabi, what’s going on?"

He ran a hand through his unruly black and white hair, his usual confidence seemingly slipping away. "Look, this isn’t easy for me. But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t care. You... you mean something to me, Y/N. More than anyone else ever has."

My heart skipped a beat. I had always sensed there was something more between us, but hearing him say it was a different matter entirely. "Dabi..."

He held up a hand, stopping me. "Just let me finish. I’ve done a lot of bad things, things I’m not proud of. But you make me want to be better. For you. I don’t know if I can, but I want to try. If you’ll let me."

His words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, I could hardly breathe. I took a step closer, my hand reaching out to touch his. "Dabi, I..."

He looked at me, hope and fear mingling in his eyes. "Will you be with me, Y/N? Can you give me a chance?"

Tomura shigaraki

The sky was overcast as I walked through the city streets, the chill in the air a stark contrast to the warmth I felt inside. It had been a strange few weeks, getting to know Tomura Shigaraki. The notorious villain had always seemed so distant, so untouchable. But there was something different about him when it was just the two of us.

I turned the corner and saw him waiting by our usual meeting spot, a small café tucked away from prying eyes. His white hair was as unruly as ever, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tattered coat. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

"Hey," I greeted him with a smile, trying to lighten the tension I could feel in the air.

He glanced up at me, his crimson eyes softening just a fraction. "Hey," he replied, almost hesitantly.

We settled into our usual booth inside the café, the warm lighting casting a gentle glow over us. I sipped my coffee, stealing glances at him over the rim of my cup. There was something on his mind, something he was struggling to say.

"Y/N," he began, his voice unusually quiet, even with his raspy tone, "There's something I need to tell you."

I set my cup down, my heart starting to race. "What is it, Tomura?"

He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. "I know I'm not the easiest person to be around. I've done things... terrible things. But being with you, it's like I can forget all of that, even if just for a little while."

I felt a lump form in my throat. I knew his past, the darkness that surrounded him, but there was something undeniably human in his words.

"I... I like you, Y/N," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine. "I don't know if I deserve it, but I want to be with you." (twice) jin Bubaigawara

As I sat in the dimly lit hideout, the usual buzz of the League of Villains surrounded me. Toga was busy sharpening her knives, a twisted grin on her face as she hummed a cheerful tune. I was lost in my thoughts, barely paying attention to the world around me, when Twice suddenly appeared beside me. His presence was hard to ignore, not just because of his dual personality but because he always had this chaotic energy that filled any room.

"Hey, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice teetering between excitement and anxiety. "Got a minute? Or two? Maybe a few?"

I looked up, meeting his masked gaze. "Sure, Twice. What's up?"

He fidgeted, scratching the back of his head. "So, uh, I was thinking... or maybe not thinking... or maybe overthinking... but there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

My curiosity piqued. Twice was usually so straightforward, yet he seemed genuinely nervous. "Go on," I encouraged.

"Okay, here it goes. Or maybe it doesn’t. No, it does! I mean..." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Y/N, would you like to... go out with me sometime? Like on a date? Maybe grab some food, cause you know, villains gotta eat too!"

His words tumbled out in a rush, and I couldn't help but smile. Twice was always endearing in his own way, and his nervousness made him even more so. I considered his offer for a moment, but it wasn't a difficult decision.

future! Toshinori Yagi (all might) It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. My alarm didn’t go off, I spilled coffee on my shirt, and my boss was in a particularly foul mood. By the time I finally made it to the coffee shop down the street, I felt completely drained. I just wanted a moment to breathe and enjoy a cup of coffee without any interruptions.

I found a cozy corner and settled in with my drink, the warm aroma already beginning to soothe my frazzled nerves. As I took my first sip, I noticed a man in the line who seemed oddly familiar. He was tall but noticeably thin, with unruly blond hair and tired eyes. He looked like he had seen better days, yet there was something undeniably kind about his demeanor.

After getting his coffee, he glanced around the room and, to my surprise, made his way over to my table.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice gentle yet strong, "is this seat taken?"

I shook my head, gesturing for him to sit. "No, go ahead."

He smiled gratefully and took the seat across from me. For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence, sipping our coffees and watching the world go by.

"I'm Toshinori," he finally said, extending his hand. "Toshinori Yagi."

I introduced myself and we began to chat. He had a way of making me feel at ease, and I found myself laughing at his stories about the city and its quirks. There was something almost nostalgic about the way he spoke, like he had lived a thousand lives.

As our conversation flowed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. It wasn’t until he mentioned something about "saving the day" that it clicked.

"Wait a minute," I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. "Are you some kind of hero?"

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Not exactly. I used to be...involved in that sort of thing. Now I just try to help out where I can."

Before I could probe further, he changed the subject, asking about my day and listening intently as I recounted my morning mishaps. It was refreshing to have someone genuinely interested in my mundane stories.

As the conversation wound down, Toshinori leaned forward slightly, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"You know," he began, "I've really enjoyed talking with you. It’s rare to meet someone who can brighten my day like this. I was wondering if... maybe you'd like to do this again sometime? Perhaps dinner?"

I blinked in surprise, my heart fluttering at his words. "Are you asking me out on a date, Toshinori?"

He nodded, a hopeful smile on his face. "Yes, I suppose I am." Shota Aizawa

It was a quiet afternoon at U.A. High, the kind of peaceful lull that’s rare in our line of work. I was tidying up the training room, lost in thoughts about the next set of exercises for my students when I heard a familiar, tired voice behind me.

"Y/N," Shota Aizawa, or Eraser Head as most knew him, called out.

I turned around, finding him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes half-lidded but focused on me. There was always something intriguing about Aizawa. Maybe it was his calm demeanour, or the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders with such stoic grace. Whatever it was, he always managed to capture my attention.

"Hey, Aizawa. What's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

He straightened up, walking towards me with that usual, unhurried pace. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he said, his voice low and steady.

I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. It wasn’t often that Aizawa sought me out for personal conversations. We worked well together, respected each other as heroes, but this felt different.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" I asked, putting down the training equipment and giving him my full attention.

He paused, seemingly searching for the right words. "I know we’ve both been busy with our duties here and in the field. But I’ve realized something. Spending time with you, working alongside you, it’s become... important to me...you're important to me"

My heart skipped a beat. Was he really saying what I thought he was?

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I’d like to get to know you better, outside of work. Would you be interested in having dinner with me?"

For a moment, I was speechless. Shota Aizawa, the stoic and composed hero, was asking me out.

Hizashi Yamada I stood in the middle of the bustling common room of the hero agency, flipping through a stack of mission reports. The sound of chatter and the occasional ring of a phone filled the air, blending into a familiar, comforting hum. I was so absorbed in my work that I almost didn't notice when the noise quieted down slightly, replaced by a distinct, upbeat voice that always managed to stand out.

"Hey, Y/N! Got a minute?" Hizashi Yamada, better known as Present Mic, called out as he approached me with his trademark grin.

I looked up from the papers, feeling a smile tug at the corners of my lips. "Sure thing, Hizashi. What's up?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of nervousness in his usually confident demeanor. "Well, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

Curiosity piqued, I set the reports aside and gave him my full attention. "Go ahead. What's on your mind?"

Hizashi took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with determination. "So, I've been thinking... we've been working together for a while now, and I really enjoy our time together. You're awesome, Y/N, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?"

For a moment, I was stunned. Hizashi was always full of surprises, but this was unexpected. I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I processed his words. "You want to go out with me?"

He nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah! I think you're amazing, and I'd love to get to know you better outside of work."

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ravenromanova · 2 years ago

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You’re such a bitch

Pairings: Wanda x Female Avenger (Reader is an ex black widow)

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Mean Wanda (For a little) SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!!!! Mommy kink, Fingering, ENCHANTED STRAPPPPP, Oral, Thigh riding. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE

Summary: When you get locked in a room with Wanda the two of you quickly figure out a way to solve your problems.

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You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your skull as you landed blow after blow on the punching bag. She wasnt even supposed to be back from her mission yet but you weren’t gonna let her run you out of the training room You tried to ignore the daggers being thrown your way and just keep focusing but it was hard.

“Can i help you with something or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” You question the witch as you turn around to face her. She raises her eyebrow and scoffs at you.

“Just was seeing how the weakest link was doing” Venom dripped off Wandas voice as she spoke.

“Forget i asked” You pushed passed her grabbing you water and your bag before walking out of the training room not wanting to fight with her yet again.

Ever since you got recruited for the Avengers Wanda has been nothing but rude and bitchy. No one knows why in all honestly, everyone thought she would like you with how bubbly you were. But nope she treated you like a child, belittled your abilities and trauma, made you feel worthless and was just overall rude. At first you thought it was because you were new but its been three years of this. So you finally started snapping back at her and treating her like how she treated you.

And ever since you had started snapping back she had just gotten meaner. The team had tried to get you two to talk it through but that didn’t work. So they decided that the two of you weren’t allowed of missions alone or allowed to be along in general. Granted Wanda still got you alone just to belittle you like now.

“Why do you always run away? Scared of a little confrontation?” She sneered following behind you making you groan.

“Because why would i wanna sit here and listen to you belittle me Wanda? I dont even know what the hell i did to you” You replied feeling yourself getting worked up.

“Maybe if you weren’t a whiny child id actually like you” Wanda crossed her arms over her chest and tilting her head.

“You’re such a bitch you know that right? Ive been nothing but nice to you since i joined and you’ve been nothing but an ice cold bitch. I’m fucking done with it. I’m done with the snide remarks. I’m just done” Your words catch her off guard a little as she sees your resolve start to crumble. “You aren’t the only one who has to deal with shit and you just make my life ten times harder than it needs to be. Leave me the fuck alone” And with that you walk off to your room leaving Wanda in the hallway stunned.

As you walked away Wanda went to her room and just sat there feeling like shit. It’s not that Wanda didn’t like you… Hell she loved you but she was scared. She has never experienced love before and from the moment she met you she fell for you. You were bright eyed and bushy tailed when you first joined. You had been so nice and loving to her at first it threw her for a loop. So she thought that if she was bitchy towards you that you wouldn’t want to be near you. And it worked you started fighting back and Wanda was proud.. That was until she started to miss your sunny disposition. But she knew it was for the best atleast this way you weren’t tainted by her darkness.

When you had finally made it back to your room you had fallen onto your bed and broke down. You didn’t understand what you did to make her hate you so much and it killed you. Since the moment you joined the team the witch had your attention. She was beautiful and alluring and all you wanted was to be close to her until she started he shit. And once the bullying got out of hand you snapped back and it felt good and then you promised yourself you were gonna stick up for yourself.

You thought the shit you had to endure in The Red Room was bad? Nothing compared to the coldness you felt from Wanda. In all honesty you were still madly in love with her but gave up any hope of her being interested when the shit started. So you just decided to keep your distance from her even thought she never let it happen.

“Miss L/n Mr.Stark requests your presence in the conference room immediately” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you reluctantly walk to the conference room.

When you had gotten to the room you saw Stark and Wanda. Stark looked like a disappointed dad and Wanda looked like a teenager getting yelled at. They both turned to look at you as you entered shooting Tony a confused look.

“Ah y/n sit please” He said motioning for you to sit and you chose a chair farthest from Wanda.

“Uh why am i here?” You ask starting to feel a little anxious. The witch groaned and rolled her eyes at your question making Tony scowl at her.

“Well F.R.I.D.A.Y had informed me of the encounter between the two of you this morning and i think it’s time the two of you talk it out.” Tony said with a look of genuine concern as he looked at you.

“I dont think thats necessary Stark. Just keep her away from me and I’ll be fine” You try to reason with him but he shakes his head despite your protests.

“I’m sorry but that just wont work. You two need to talk it out.” He said looking in between you and Wanda. Wanda huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes while you tried to argue with Stark.

“You two are leaving this room until you work it out.” And with that he ran out of the room locking you two in it.

“STARK!” Wanda yelled banging on the door and trying to open it with her powers.

“Sorry witchy youre wiggly woos wont work” He said through the intercom. “Talk it out or be stuck in here forever” Then suddenly you heard him activate barn door protocol and the entire room went on lockdown.

“Oh my fucking god” You groan resting your head in your hands. Wanda kept trying to open the door with blasts but it didn’t work. She eventually gave up and slumped back into her chair not even bothering to look at you.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence as the two of you just sat there staring at the ceiling. Sure you could’ve used this time to actually solve your problems with the witch but if she wasnt going to talk neither were you.

“This is ridiculous” She mumbled under her breath running her hand through her hair.

“You’re the reason we are even here” You remind her making her scoff in annoyance. “Why do you even hate me anyways? What did i even do to you?” The question takes Wanda by surprise and she stands up and walks closer to you. She leaned against the table in front of you making your eyes meet hers.

“I-I dont hate you y/n” She said softly pulling a chair up and sitting next to you.

“Sure seems like you do” You remark with your eyebrow raised. Wanda sighed and shook her head at your statement.

“That means i did what i wanted” Her words made you title your head in confusion and you furrow your brows. “I pushed you away because i didn’t want you to get caught up in my darkness, everyone i have ever loved has died its like im cursed. And when you first joined you were so pure and sweet and-and it scared the shit out of me. I’m sorry i hurt you i meant to push you away… not hurt you” Wandas confession was not what you were expecting. You looked into her eyes to see if she was telling the truth and you saw nothing but genuine truth behind her words.

“You aren’t cursed Wanda” You said softly grabbing her hands and rubbing your thumb over her knuckles. “Bad things happen all the time but it doesn’t mean you should turn yourself away from the good things.” Wandas entire demeanor softened at your words. For the first time in a long time she thought that maybe she deserved something good.

“I’m so fucking sorry for the way i’ve treated you” She apologized cupping your cheek with her soft hand. It felt like time was moving slowly as you and her stared into each others eyes.

“Show me how sorry you are” You whispered leaning in close to her your lips hovering over hers. Wanda wasted no time in crashing her lips into yours. You moaned at the taste of her as you kissed her with more passion than you thought possible. She grabbed your hips and moved you to sit on her lip not breaking the kiss once.

Instinctively you started to grind your hips down onto her thigh to relive the throbbing in your core. Her hands found their way under your shirt and grasped at your clothed chest. She was quick to remove your clothes with her powers leaving you naked on her lap.

“So pretty malyshka” She whispered kissing below your ear. You kept grinding down on her thigh leaving a wet spot on her clothed thigh. Her ringed fingers found their way down your chest slowly making their way to your clit.

“Oh fuck” You moaned feeling her cold fingers rub circles on your clit. You started grinding yourself against her faster as she plays with you eliciting moans from you.

“Cum for malysh” She eggs you on by adding one finger into you making you moan in satisfaction.

“Oh fuck mommy-“ The title slips from your lips before you could stop it and you halt your movements and stare at her in embarrassment. She looked at you with wide eyes smiling at the name you called her.

“Say it again baby” Wanda pleaded looking up at you with her green eyes and devilish smile.

“Please mommy fuck me” You beg picking up grinding on her thigh making wet noises come from your pussy.

“Fuck-“ She muttered picking you up by your thighs then laid you down on the table and spreading your legs.

Her tongue darted out to lick a stripe on your pussy. She moaned at the taste of you invading her senses. She started eating you out like she’s never eaten before.

“Oh right there mommy!” Your hands flew to her hair when she adds two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. Wanda groans when she feels your walls clench around her fingers sending vibrations through you.

“G-Gonna cu-cum mommy fuck!” Your screams filled the office and you were never more thankful for soundproofing than you are now.

“Cum for me baby let go” She mumbles thrusting now three fingers in you. Her pace never relented as she fucked into you hitting all the right spots.

“FUCK!” You scream and the knot in your stomach snaps and you come undone on her tongue.

“So good malysh” Wanda praised bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. The mix of your arousal and her cherry chapstick makes you melt further into the kiss. Wanda flicks her wrist and her clothes come off and a strap appears on her waist.

Your eyed widened at the strap that adorned her waist. It was red and by father the biggest you have ever had. “Need to be in you baby” She groaned rubbing the faux cock against your puffy folds. Little did you know that the strap had been enchanted so she could feel everything.

“Fuck me mommy” You plead grasping at her to bring her closer to you. She smiled softly at you as her hands grasped the strap and slowly entered you. Once she bottomed out her hips stuttered at the feeling of your walls clenching down on her.

“So fucking tight” She moaned setting a slow pace careful not to hurt you. You were losing your mind feeling Wanda kiss your g-spot with the tip of the strap. The room was filled with both of your moans accompanied by the sound by skin slapping against each other.

“R-Right there mommy oh my god-“ Your moans are cut off as you cum for the second time.

“Such a good girl” She praised fucking into you as she chases her own orgasm. “Fuck!” Wanda grunted as she came . Her hips stilled and she pulled out of you slowly despite your whines.

“T-That was fucking amazing” You said sitting up on the table trying to catch your breath. Wanda chuckled and flicked her wrist dressing you both again.

“Agreed malysh” She whispered giving you a passionate kiss. The two of you got so lost in each other you didn’t even hear the locks and door opening.

“Well done you two” Tonys voice came from the intercom. You and Wanda both looked at each other and giggled.

The two of you walked out of the room and went back to Wandas room hand in hand with smiles on your faces. When you get to her room you lay on her bed with open arms. She laughs and crawls over to you and lays you down on her chest.

“I love you” She whispers kissing your head.

“I love you too” You said with a bright smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The rest of the night was spent with Wanda showing you just how much she loved you and you relishing in her love. Who knew the bitchy witch could be such a softie.

~The end~

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jzprncess · 4 months ago

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the missing melody ♪

part 3 previous

pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader

faceclaim : various people!

summary: Y/N announces exciting news, keeping her fans buzzing. Restless, she spends the night awake and finds comfort in a late-night call with Franco, who has to hang up for race day. The next morning, nerves and excitement fill her as she worries about Franco after his crash during the Brazilian Grand Prix. Despite only knowing him for a month, Y/N is falling for him and decides to surprise him in Las Vegas for the next race, reflecting on their growing connection as she rushes to catch her flight.

warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs!

y/n's mini album playlist - its on spotify

note : lowk do not know if this fits well since i wrote it awhile back an i dont feel like rereading it lol.

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Y/N set her phone down after reading through the overwhelming flood of comments and DMs pouring in. Her fans were ecstatic, begging her to release the mini album as soon as possible.

With her laptop open on the kitchen counter, she stared at the six tracks she’d poured her heart into over the past couple weeks. The raw emotions, the late nights, the breakthroughs—each song held a piece of her story.

“Alright,” she muttered to herself, clicking open her notes app. “If I’m doing this, it needs to make sense.”

She scribbled down the track names, numbering them in various orders. Should she start with the vulnerable acoustic ballad that mirrored her hiatus? Or lead with the upbeat anthem that felt like a comeback?

As she toyed with different combinations, a thought crossed her mind. Franco had been listening to her yap recently about ideas—maybe he could help her settle on a title. She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick message.

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After texting Franco and finalizing the album title ‘Breathe Again’, Y/N sets her phone down, letting out a long sigh as she takes a moment to reflect. The decision felt right, the title capturing a sense of renewal and strength that she had been channeling throughout the past few weeks. She leans back in her chair, eyes drifting toward the window where the soft, golden glow of the evening sun filters through the curtains. It was quiet in her house, the only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Her mind drifts to the photos she had taken recently—images that had been a source of inspiration for her mini album. She pulls up the gallery on her phone, scrolling through the collection. Each photo had a story, a memory, or a feeling attached to it. There were shots of early morning fog clinging to the trees outside her home, a few candid pictures from when she had visited the beach, the wind tugging at her hair, and others of her walking through empty streets at dusk, feeling as if the world was holding its breath with her.

Y/N smiles to herself as her fingers gently tap the screen to select the photo. It wasn’t extravagant, not a dramatic moment or a flashy pose, but it held something far more meaningful. The photo was taken from the back seat of a moving car, capturing just the view through the window. Outside, the trees sped past in a blur, their shapes dissolving into streaks of green and brown as the car moved along. The only thing visible in the shot was the natural world unfolding outside, with no sign of her face, just her silhouette as she sat quietly in the back. There was something serene about the image, the simplicity of being in motion, surrounded by nature, yet detached from everything else. It was the kind of photo that spoke to her journey of healing—about moving forward, even when it felt like the world was rushing by. It was real, and it felt right for the album’s theme of finding peace and strength amidst the chaos. And of course, with a little twist of falling for someone new.

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y/n’s pov

Y/N sank into the couch, clutching her phone as her thoughts raced. She scrolled past Franco’s name a dozen times, debating whether to call him or let him rest. But she couldn’t shake the jittery excitement coursing through her. The album was dropping in a few hours, and her nerves were impossible to ignore. She knew she wouldn’t sleep tonight, but maybe hearing his voice would help.

After a deep breath, she tapped his name, and the phone began to ring. It didn’t take long for him to answer, his familiar voice warm and slightly amused.

start of phone call

“Hola, trouble,” he greeted, his accent making her smile. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not even close,” she admitted with a laugh. “It’s dropping in the morning, Franco. I don’t know if I’m excited, terrified, or both.”

“Both is good,” he said. “It means you care. But we talked about this—‘Breathe Again’ is perfect. It’s going to be amazing.”

Y/N felt a small rush of gratitude at his confidence. He’d been there when she’d been agonizing over the title, encouraging her to go with something that truly reflected her journey.

“You really think so?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of her sweatshirt.

“I know so,” Franco said firmly. “You’ve been working on this for weeks. People are going to love it. Plus, you have me hyping it up from the pit lane.”

She laughed, imagining him sneaking mentions of her album into post-race interviews. “I’m holding you to that,” she teased.

“Done. So, what’s keeping you up? Overthinking or too much caffeine?”

“Both,” she admitted, slumping further into the couch. “And maybe a little imposter syndrome.”

“Stop that,” Franco said immediately. “You’re Y/N L/N. You’re a badass. Remember what I told you—this album isn’t about perfection; it’s about being real. And that’s why it’s going to hit people in the heart.”

His words felt like a balm, calming her just enough to breathe easier. She shifted the conversation to him, not wanting to hog all the attention. “What about you? Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Always,” Franco replied. “But race day nerves are a thing, even for me.”

“You? Nervous? I don’t buy it,” she teased.

“Okay, maybe not nervous,” he admitted. “But it’s Brazil. The crowd is insane. The energy is next level. It’s like racing in the middle of a concert.”

“That sounds amazing,” she said, a bit wistfully. “You’re lucky you get to experience that.”

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, their conversation bouncing between her album and his race. She told him about the meaning behind some of the tracks and how each song reflected a piece of her journey. He asked thoughtful questions, like, “Which song was the hardest to write?” and “How do you know when a song is finished?”

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t,” Y/N confessed. “It’s like I have to force myself to stop tweaking things and just let it be.”

“That’s like racing,” Franco said. “At some point, you have to trust what you’ve done and just go for it.”

When the focus shifted to him, Franco painted a vivid picture of the upcoming race, describing the challenges of the track and how the high altitude affected the car’s performance.

“Do you ever get scared?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious.

“Not really,” he said. “But there’s always this moment at the start, right before the lights go out, where everything feels... still. Like the world’s holding its breath. And then it’s chaos.”

“That sounds intense,” she said, shivering at the thought.

“It is,” Franco said with a grin in his voice. “But it’s also the best feeling in the world.”

Eventually, their conversation turned playful, almost like a round of 21 questions.

“What’s your go-to comfort food?” she asked

“Dulce de leche on everything,” he replied. “Yours?”

“Hot Cheetos,” she said.

“Figures,” Franco teased. “Classic Gen Z choice.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Dulce de Leche. What’s your most embarrassing moment?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he groaned. “Waving back at someone who wasn’t waving at me. You know when you’re sure it’s for you, and it’s not?”

“I’ve done that!” Y/N laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. “It’s the worst.”

“And yours?” he prompted.

“Tripping on stage during a show,” she admitted, cringing at the memory. “I tried to play it off, but it was so obvious.”

“They probably thought it was part of the act,” Franco offered.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” she said with a chuckle.

The hour flew by, their laughter and easy conversation making time feel irrelevant. But eventually, Franco’s voice grew softer, a sign that fatigue was catching up to him.

“I hate to say this, but I need to sleep,” he said reluctantly. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, though she wished the call didn’t have to end. “Thanks for staying up with me.”

“Always,” Franco said warmly. “Good luck tomorrow. You’re going to crush it.”

“Good luck to you, too,” she replied. “I’ll be watching.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he said softly.

“Night, Franco.”

As the call ended, Y/N leaned back into the couch, her heart full and her mind a little calmer.

Y/N set her alarm for 9:00 a.m., double-checking it twice to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally sleep through the morning. The thought of her mini album finally releasing had her stomach flipping with a mix of excitement and nerves, but she tried to push it aside as she made her way to her room.

Once inside, she flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the space, and began her nightly routine. She changed into an oversized t-shirt and soft pajama shorts, tying her hair into a loose bun before settling on the edge of her bed. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen, but her thoughts were anything but calm.

Her mind wandered, inevitably landing on Franco. A small smile crept across her face as she thought about their conversation earlier. The sound of his voice, his confident yet playful encouragement, the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say—it all made her chest feel warm and fluttery.

She leaned back against her headboard, hugging a pillow to her chest as she allowed herself to dwell on him a little longer. He made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a while: excitement, not just about her work or her music, but about life. It was like seeing the world in brighter colors.

Y/N chuckled softly to herself, the sound breaking the quiet of the room. “I feel like a teenager in high school,” she whispered, shaking her head at how giddy she felt. It was silly, but it was true. The butterflies, the overthinking, the random smiles at nothing—it was like she was back in her teenage years, crushing on someone in secret.

Without thinking, she reached for the notebook she always kept on her nightstand. It was her sanctuary, a place where her thoughts and feelings often turned into lyrics. Grabbing a pen, she opened it to a fresh page, the faint scent of paper filling the air.

She tapped the pen against her lip, thinking for a moment, then wrote the words: I feel so high school. The simplicity of it made her smile. It wasn’t a complete lyric yet, just a fragment, but it captured the light, bubbly feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

As she stared at the words, her mind raced with possibilities. Could this be another song? A hidden track someday? She didn’t know yet, but for now, it was enough to capture the moment.

Setting the notebook aside, she turned off the lamp and slid under the covers. Even in the dark, her mind refused to quiet, replaying memories of their conversations and imagining what tomorrow might bring.

alarm ringing

At the first ring of her alarm, Y/N's eyes snapped open, her body still heavy with the exhaustion of staying up late. She groaned, disoriented, not quite believing it was already 9:00 a.m. She had barely gotten any sleep, but she had set her alarm on instinct, knowing she couldn’t afford to sleep in.

She rolls over in bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up, briefly blinding her sleepy eyes. After a quick glance at the time, she unlocks it with a practiced swipe of her thumb. Her fingers hover over the screen, lingering for a moment as she debates if she should text him.

Even though she’s just woken up, the thought of Franco crosses her mind immediately. She imagines him at the paddock, likely already in the midst of the buzzing race-day chaos. He’s probably shaking hands with fans, posing for pictures, or answering rapid-fire questions from broadcasters surrounded by the wet air, with heavy rain drenching everything in sight. It’s his element, and the image of him—calm and confident—makes her smile softly to herself.

With a small sigh, she decides to text him. The familiar sound of her keyboard clicking under her fingers fills the quiet room as she starts typing. She keeps it casual but thoughtful, knowing how hectic his day must be.

messages

Y/N grabs the cereal box from the counter, pouring herself a bowl as she leans back into the couch. The screen of her phone is flashing with notifications about the album release, but it’s still too early to press "send" on her post. She needs a distraction. She hits play on the F1 broadcast, just in time to hear the pre-race chatter about the rain in Brazil. She can't help but smile a little, feeling the excitement of the race season.

The soft sound of the cereal crunching is the only thing that fills the room for a moment, and Y/N stares at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. She scrolls through her phone, making last-minute adjustments to her album post while keeping one eye on the screen. The F1 broadcast is so familiar, comforting almost, with its chaotic energy that she missed during her time off.

"Weather looks like a mess today, but that’s just Brazil for you," the commentator says, bringing her back to the present. Y/N tilts her head, thoughts still racing, but everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. She absentmindedly stirs her cereal, her finger hovering over her phone screen, ready to post when the time comes.

The race begins, and she can't help but feel a little nervous energy bubble up—Franco’s out there, racing in the rain, a place where anything could happen. She bites her lip, watching as the cars race off, feeling oddly connected to the moment.

A few laps in, the race is going as expected—intense, slick, unpredictable. The camera zooms in on Franco’s car, and Y/N leans forward, a smile creeping onto her face. She knows he’s got this. He’s in his element.

Then, just as Y/N hits the "post" button to announce the album's release, her phone rings with a loud buzz. The commentator's voice breaks through the moment: “Red flag for Colapinto. It’s a big crash, and we’re going to have to pause the race for now.”

Y/N freezes.

The spoon she was holding clatters softly onto the table. Her heartbeat hammers in her chest as she replays the words over and over. "Red flag... for Colapinto..." She slowly turns toward the screen, eyes scanning the faces of the team members and the rain-soaked track.

She stops breathing for a moment. The bad weekend, the tense race conditions, all of it flashes through her mind. "Please be okay, please be okay," she mutters under her breath, her fingers nervously typing a quick message to Franco. She barely registers the notification from her album release going live.

franco’s pov

The world was spinning. Or maybe it wasn’t—the car had stopped moving. Franco’s ears were ringing as he leaned his head back against the seat, staring at the rain-splattered visor of his helmet. He could hear muffled voices in his ears, the panicked chatter from his engineer cutting through the haze.

“Franco! Are you okay? Talk to us!”

He groaned softly, wincing as he shifted in his seat. His body ached, but nothing felt broken. That was good, right? Definitely a good sign.

“Yeah,” he rasped, voice cracking as he reached for the release on his harness. “I’m... I’m okay.”

The marshals were already there, waving frantically as they helped him climb out of the car. The rain was relentless, soaking through his suit as soon as his feet hit the asphalt. Franco glanced back at what was left of his car—a crumpled mess of blue and white—and let out a shaky breath.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his damp hair, “guess that’s my day done.”

He turned away, his mind already jumping to the list of people he’d have to reassure. The team, his family, her.

Especially her.

y/n’s pov

Y/N was still glued to the TV, her cereal now soggy and forgotten in the bowl next to her. The commentators were running through the replay of Franco’s crash for the fifth time, slow motion showing every agonizing second as his car spun out and slammed into the barriers.

She wasn’t breathing. At least, it felt like she wasn’t breathing. Her leg bounced nervously, her nails digging into the edge of the couch.

“Get up,” she whispered, eyes locked on the screen as they finally cut to a live shot of Franco stepping out of the car. She let out a loud, relieved breath, slumping back against the cushions. “Thank god.”

Her phone buzzed, the flood of notifications from her album release catching her attention. Fans were posting their reactions—excited, emotional, over-the-top—but it barely registered.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, finally remembering that her album was live. She glanced at the clock. It was 10:15 AM. She’d been so caught up in the race—and Franco’s crash—that she hadn’t even checked her post or seen the reactions.

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yourusername i don’t even know where to start... breathe again is finally here. 💙

this mini album is more than just music—it’s a piece of my heart. it’s the moments where i didn’t think i’d make it, the nights i didn’t recognize myself, and the mornings i fought to find the light again. it’s about falling apart and learning how to pick up the pieces, one deep breath at a time. and its about something else… you’d have to listen to find out!

thank you for waiting for me, for letting me figure out who i am again. thank you for giving me the space to come back when i was ready.

this isn’t just my album—it’s ours. i hope these songs make you feel seen, heard, and held.

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Her phone buzzed again, but it wasn’t Franco. It was just more notifications—more comments, more fans reaching out. The sheer volume of it all made her head spin. She hadn’t expected this much of a reaction. She had known people would listen, but this... it felt like she was being swallowed whole by it all. It was overwhelming, but in a way, it felt like something she couldn’t escape.

She switched her attention back to the TV screen. The commentators were still talking about the crash. They kept replaying the moment over and over, and each time it made her heart stop.

He wasn’t just some driver on the track anymore. He was someone she thought about when the lights went out and when the world got too loud. He was someone she’d shared enough moments with to make the thought of him hurt more than it should.

A few minutes later, the screen showed an image of Franco being helped off the track, his helmet now off, but his expression unreadable. Her heart dropped. She could see the rain, the puddles on the track, the chaos unfolding around him. The scene was chaotic, yet there he was, walking under his team’s support, keeping his head down.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, feeling that familiar mix of protective instinct and helplessness. This was part of the life he’d chosen, the one where every race had that potential risk of danger. But it never made it easier to watch.

The announcer’s voice broke through her thoughts: "Franco Colapinto, unfortunately, out of the race today due to a crash. He’s been taken to the medical center for precautionary checks, but we’re hearing that he’s okay. We’ll keep you updated."

The relief hit her like a wave, but it didn’t take away the gnawing worry that lingered. She needed to know how he was doing, but there was nothing more she could do right now. He was out of the race, and all she could do was wait for more updates.

She leaned back in the couch and closed her eyes, letting the sound of the race drown out everything else for a moment. It was the only thing that grounded her right now. Everything else—her music, her career, the fans, the pressure—it all felt like it was spinning out of control. But here, in this moment, at least she had this connection to him, even if it was distant.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time, she didn’t hesitate. She reached for it, a small part of her hoping it would be a message from Franco himself, something that would assure her he was okay. Instead, it was a reminder for her album launch, a simple notification to congratulate her on hitting another milestone in the release.

She sighed. The world kept turning, no matter how she felt.

In that moment, Y/N realized something she hadn’t truly thought about until now: the music had always been her escape, her way of telling her story without saying a word. But now, with the album out there and the weight of her feelings laid bare for the world to hear, it felt like she had no choice but to face those emotions head-on.

And maybe, just maybe, the chaos of everything—whether it was the race, Franco, or the pressure of fame—was part of her healing. The only way out was through.

She let the sounds of the race continue to wash over her, trying to block out the weight of her thoughts. But, in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what Franco was doing, how he was feeling, and if he had listened to the album. Would he know that, even without his name, there was a piece of him in her songs?

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside, and refocused on the race. She wasn’t going to let anything distract her from this moment, from this connection to him—no matter how small or distant it seemed.

For now, she just needed to breathe again.

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Franco sat in the quiet of the race room, still processing the crash. The team had been struggling all weekend with car issues, and when he lost control on lap 34, it all fell apart. His body still ached from the impact, his head spinning from the sudden stop, but it wasn’t the physical pain that lingered the most—it was the frustration, the disappointment.

He had been so close to making it through the race. But now, he was sitting in the aftermath, forced to watch the race unfold from a room that felt more like a holding cell than a place of recovery. Alex had been out of the race from the start, unable to even take his place on the grid. It had been a tough weekend for the Williams team—nothing had gone right.

Franco’s phone buzzed again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He picked it up, seeing the message from Y/N still there, her words jumping out at him:

"I’m so worried right now. please tell me you're ok. I can't stop thinking about you."

Franco leaned back in the chair, reading Y/N’s message again. He had just crashed on lap 34, and the weight of the race day was starting to sink in, but Y/N’s message made his heart race in a completely different way.

Franco blinked, his stomach doing that familiar flip. Why does she always make me feel like this? he thought, slightly flustered. It wasn’t like they were dating or anything—he could never figure out where they stood—but damn, that little “thinking about you” was enough to make his face go hot.

He quickly wiped his hands on his pants, trying to hide the small blush creeping up his neck. Okay, focus... he thought, but the message was making it hard to do so.

Finally, he decided to keep things light, adding a bit of humor to ease the tension.

After sending her last text to Franco, Y/N sat back, a soft smile spreading across her face. The worry was still there, of course. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. But at least she knew he was okay, which brought her some comfort.

Still, it wasn’t enough. She felt the itch to do something, to show him she cared in a bigger way, to really surprise him. He’d been through so much lately, and she was determined to be there for him.

She grabbed her phone again, not wasting any time.

Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It was on. She was going to make it happen.

She quickly found the first flight to Las Vegas, and within minutes, the ticket was booked. There was no turning back now. The clock was ticking, and she needed to get on the plane before Franco.

With the flight confirmed, she tossed a few things into a bag—comfortable clothes, her phone charger, and the essentials—and headed out to the airport.

The nerves hit her as she drove, but it was nothing compared to the excitement bubbling inside. Franco wouldn’t see this coming. She just hoped she’d get the reaction she was hoping for when she showed up to surprise him.

It wasn’t just about being there for the race, it was about being there for him—letting him know that she cared more than just as a fan or a friend.

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Y/N sat at the airport gate, her eyes scanning the crowd as she waited for her flight to Las Vegas. It was just the calm before the storm—her flight didn’t leave for another hour, and Franco wouldn’t be arriving until the morning. She had the night to herself, time to reflect before everything became a whirlwind.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the texts from earlier with Franco. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of excitement wash over her. They’d only known each other for a month, but in that short time, she’d found herself thinking about him more than she cared to admit. Their connection had been instant, easy, and now, here she was—ready to surprise him in Las Vegas.

She felt a mix of excitement and nerves. The truth was, she hadn’t seen him since Austin, and while their time together had been brief, there was something about him that made her want to take the plunge, do something a little crazy. The more she thought about it, the more this whole surprise felt right.

Tonight was about anticipation. She had hours before she’d see him again, and as much as she was looking forward to the reunion, she couldn’t help but think about how weird it was that they hadn’t had much time together yet. There was still so much to learn, so much they hadn’t experienced. But for now, this surprise—coming to Las Vegas to greet him—was her way of taking a chance.

With a deep breath, she snapped out of her thoughts. She’d be in Vegas soon, and before long, she’d be face to face with him. And that made her heart race with a mix of excitement and nerves. She couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

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